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demonicheadcanons · 4 years ago

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Obey Me Undateables / Side Dishes and Little Affections

AN: The last post for the brothers was ridiculously popular and this was requested so! Here we go. Just little ways the undateables are affectionate to the MC. Romance-coded but not for Luke bc he’s baby. I did this on mobile so forgive me for any formatting issues, and for the lack of a read more!

As you may have seen, I struggled a lot with Solomon because I really view him as being indifferent. I’m sorry if his is a little underwhelming! I also wrote this differently from the last one because I forgot how I formatted it, sorry ;u;

Diavolo

- He’s busy all the time. Like truly, this man rarely gets a break, and even when he does, his mind is still tick-tick-ticking away. Crawl into his lap and hold his face in your hands and he’ll finally relax, you can see the clouds clear away from his eyes. He kisses your forehead and holds your face in return, shining again. It only takes a few moments for him to settle completely, to shut off all his worries.

- He really just,,, likes to pick you up? So long as you’re not absolutely terrified he’ll completely randomly walk up to you and lift you up and carry you around with him or just hold you there. Bonus points if you wrap your arms around his shoulders and / or bury your face into his neck. Extra bonus points if you kiss or nuzzle against his cheek. His grin is so wide and bright it could light up the whole Devildom. Additionally, if you run and jump at him he will drop everything to catch you, no matter what. He has not and will never fail to catch you, and it makes him laugh so hard you can feel it in the way his arms and chest shake as he holds you.

- He likes to lay down beside you and link pinkies. It’s so soft, such a delicate little thing, and yet you trust him enough to let him do that. The minimal contact makes it feel even more special to him, there’s no pressure there. You’re close and he has a reminder of your presence beside him and it’s enough, it’s enough.

- With Diavolo, if you decide to teach him cute human things, you might regret it later, because he remembers them all. You put your palm out once, telling him that he’s supposed to rest his chin there, and from then on he’ll do it immediately. He will also expect you to do it too, and his timing is completely random. You’ll be talking to Barbatos and he’ll hold his hand out and wait for you to rest your chin in it. When you do, he pokes at your cheek with his thumb and walks off again.

- Please play cute games with him. Farming games like Stardew Valley or things like Terraria and Minecraft, or the Sims, or anything like that. He also doesn’t mind matches on more competitive games, but he likes to relax and make a house or a farm with you, and his reactions to everything is adorable; you two make Sims and he cheers when they get married, and even if they’re not representing you two and are just random Sims, he jokes about how you should do that too someday. He’s amazing at games that are strategy based, but prefers to play anything else so he can relax and not think for a while.

Barbatos

- Random tickles. It’s completely unexpected and he is very sneaky - the first few times it’ll catch you heavily off guard, and even after that it’s hard to predict when you’ll feel his gloved hands brush against your sides. He’s an expert at guessing where someone is ticklish, and abuses that power when alone with the people he loves (namely you!)

- Food fights but on a small scale. He’ll walk past you in the kitchen and brush flour across your face, disguising it as him simply being affectionate as he passes by, a reminder that he cares about you and is thinking about you even as he works. His movements are graceful and confident as always, to the point where it’s actually quite hard to even realise what he’s done. He will consider telling you before you leave the kitchen. He really will consider it.

- Similarly, if his hands are wet, just before drying them off he’ll flick water in your direction and then act like he has no idea what you’re talking about when you ask if he just did that. Really, MC, why would he do that? He’s been so busy cooking, and you’re accusing him of doing something so childish?

- He quite likes just, holding you up and carrying you around but in a different way to Diavolo. Instead of Princess carries, it’s more like if you jump onto someone and wrap your legs around their waist and your arms around their shoulders? He loves carrying you around like that. Cling onto him! He’s not fond of having you cling to his back, but his sides or front is fine.

- Barbatos tends to keep an eye on you and it’s really hard to tell, but if you’re in the same room as him he’s keeping tabs on what you’re doing. You could swear he has eyes on the back of his head, because he always seems to know what you’re up to. In reality, he really just likes seeing how you look when you’re focused, or, alternatively, when you’re completely zoned out and off in space, thinking of something completely random and irrelevant to the current situation. He’ll come up and tap your forehead and smile at you when it looks like you’re back in the room again.

Solomon

- Solomon isn’t super affectionate and he’s not really an acts of kindness kind of guy. The most important thing for him is proximity; he doesn’t need you pressed up against his side all the time, but he likes having you in the same room as him as often as possible. You spend your evenings in his room in Purgatory Hall, laying or his bed or working at his desk, as he busies away with some new spell or writes down results of experiments with different potion ingredients. He doesn’t bother thinking too hard about it and just accepts it, but the reality is that it’s very calming and comforting for him. He’s also not someone who worries much about being judged or anything, so regularly having another person around doesn’t bother him.

- He asks for your input a lot. Simply put, he wants to hear you talk, and he’d love to know what makes you tick and how your brain works. “What do you think of this?” “How do you think Satan would react if...” and so on. So many ‘what if’ questions that it might make your head spin, because he’s always playing a game in his head of ‘what would happen if...’ despite rarely following through with it outside of experimenting with his magic and potions, and he wants to involve you in it too.

- Solomon doesn’t mind holding hands, and likes to play silly games when you are. Things like having thumb wars, or he’ll tangle his fingers up with yours and watch, amused, as you try and fail to pull your hand from his grip. Afterwards he’ll hold your hand with both of his and run his fingers and thumbs over it to soothe you. He also likes to just rest his hand on top of yours when you’re sitting beside each other.

- He’s going to try to be affectionate if it’s something you seem to want, and just out of curiosity. The one thing that sticks is that, if you’re cooking for him (because he’s not allowed to) he’ll wrap his arms around your waist and hug you from behind, his chin in your shoulder as he watches whatever you’re doing. He’ll blow air at the side of your face or at your fringe / bangs if you have them, so long as you’re not doing anything too dangerous and aren’t at risk of getting seriously injured.

- Bonus: If Solomon calls you and says “try this” or “drink some of this” don’t do it. Or at the very least, ask about any possible effects first. Moreso for food than for potions; he’ll find a way to reverse the potion, but the memory of eating his food will be stuck with you forever.

- Bonus bonus: Solomon loves giving you squishy hugs but he will squeeze you too tight and he will laugh even if he feels your spin click against his arms as you yelp. He won’t hurt you, but he will squeeze you hard enough that breathing will be difficult for a moment. You can tell from his smirk that he doesn’t feel guilty at all.

Simeon

- Simeon likes having you play with his hair. The way you twirl strands of hair between your fingers and try and fail to make a mess of his soft locks, which always return to their place no matter how hard you try to stop them. Bonus points for innocently wandering fingers that brush down the sides of his face, thumbs and fingers that ever so lightly brush along his cheekbones or around and under his jaw. He relaxes into your touch, eyes fluttering closed before he opens them just enough to smile at you, silent but oh so visibly delighted.

- If he knows it won’t make you sick and it’ll wipe off, he actually quite likes to draw on your hands and arms. He’ll let you do it in return, of course, but simple doodles and patterns, hearts and diamonds and sweet little reminders you’ll see later when you have to wash them off.

- Laying on your stomachs with your sides pressed together on a thin, soft blanket, knees bent and legs swinging in the air as you both read the same book. Simeon always finishes the pages first and so you take charge of just turning the pages, until he mumbles that he had lost focus - he’d been too busy watching your expressions, almost lulled to sleep by listening to your gentle breathing and wondering if you were enjoying the story and what your thoughts on it were, trying to piece it all together without disturbing you.

- You pass him at RAD or out in the Devildom and you don’t necessary stop, but he always waves, and god is it impossible to ignore how he lights up. His eyes gleam and he looks so, so happy just to see you and be reminded of your existence and if you’ve been unsure before about how truthful he’s being when he says he loves you and adores being around you, that look on his face will erase all your doubts. He’s beautiful and he’s glowing and it’s because he saw you!

Luke

- It’s an obvious one but baking together! Making cakes and decorating them. Letting stress out as you knead bread, experimenting with making different types of pastries. One time you make a batch of cupcakes and decorate them to look like dogs and he feels really sad when people eat them but he’s proud all the same, and he likes that he gets to feel proud around you.

- He acts like he’s indifferent, but he quite likes when you call him your brother. If you call him your little brother, he’ll protest because he’s hundreds of years older than you in reality, but he allows it after a while. So long as he can call you his big sibling in return, it’s worth it. If any of the brothers tease him over being the little brother, he remarks that at least you trust him and care for him so much as to call him your brother. None of them can really respond to that.

- Pat! Him! On! The! Head! Adjust his scarf! Fix his hat! He doesn’t understand why he enjoys it so much, but then Simeon points out that it probably makes him feel cared for, and that’s absolutely it. No teasing works or harsh gestures, just little acts that show you care about him or are thinking about him. It makes him feel so safe and happy.

- He always remembers things on your schedule for you, from little reminders that you might forget about to big important events. The only other person he does that for is Simeon, so it’s really a big deal for him - he shows enough interest to listen to you and remember all the little details you tell him, and then to reach out to you and make sure you remember or just to say he hopes you have a good time. If it’s something stressful, he might not message beforehand, but he’ll show up when it’s over with some treats and act like he just happened to be baking today and had some to spare.

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leviiattacks · 4 years ago

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How about Levi x reader, where they get set up on a blind date by their friends as a prank, but actually end up liking each other

note :: honestly not my best at all but it was cute i guess T___T kinda an opposites attract thing also it’s a modern au !!

for some reason hange and sasha wake up one morning and decide they want to wreak havoc

it’s not peculiar coming from them

after all they are always up to something

like the one time sasha purposefully trapped herself in an elevator with a hot guy

or the time hange tried to make coffee with an energy drink mixed in it??

OR-

okay you’re getting sidetracked

but the point is they have no real reason for this new venture of theirs

when do they ever have a reason though?

somehow today their scheming has led to them begging you to go on a blind date

“he’s not my type i mean he’s old and whatever but you would like him” sasha’s stuffing her face with a buttery croissant

she doesn’t sound very convincing

then again, you have no objections to the idea

you’re single

you’re lonely

if it doesn’t end in love well ??? guess you could fuck

and if you don’t fuck well ?? you got to go outside and get some fresh air

BUT

the idea of blind dating makes you squirm

the uncertainty which comes along with the situation is intimidating

honestly, part of you is worried you’ll end up making a mortal enemy at dinner, not a lover

the other portion is petrified you’ll end up on a date with a murderer

what if it ends up like that one netflix show and you end up getting stalked????

you shudder at that thought

BE OPTIMISTIC Y/N!! YUP YUP OPTIMIST ERA!!!

levi feels the same way but his version of nervous is very different to your own

his fears are very different

what if his date appears prim and proper but it’s really just a huge facade hiding how their house is a pigsty?

imagine the third date in is a movie night in and he walks into a landfill site...

what if his date chews their food obnoxiously loud?

what if they just dislike him?

that’s why ideally he would prefer dating someone he knows beforehand

but there’s no one he knows already that he’s interested in

that’s exactly why when hange calls levi and asks him if he’s willing to go on a blind date on such short notice he scoffs and tells them that maybe if they got a life they would know that his answer is a straight no

he’s used to people not pairing well with him

he guesses it’s because of his sardonic personality, maybe it��s his occupation - he is constantly busy after all. perhaps it’s his foul mouth

erwin told him the last time he had a date that he should probably ease up on the cursing but it’s levi...

he isn’t going to change for anyone.

and really if him being little mean is that much of a deal breaker he won’t bother looking for anyone

he’ll go it solo he supposes

“LEVI. PLEASE. you both would fit together like jigsaw pieces.” hange is practically begging

then they stop for a second and wiggle their eyebrows “that can have many alternative meaningssss~”

levi purses his lips and shoots them a hard glare

“shut it, i’m not going. i’m busy.”

“busy doing.....?”

“cleaning i need t-”

“NO??? do it some other time please they’re smart, fun AND not boring at all.”

hange gives him a pleading look then explains how his mystery date has already agreed for sasha’s sake and he really can’t stand you up

“you want me to go on a blind date with one of SASHA BRAUS’ friends????”

he looks at hange in utter disbelief because that means you just have to be loud mouthed and annoying like jean or connie

or just be as stupidly unfunny

he shakes his head rejecting the idea completely

“i enjoy sophisticated people.”

hange sighs heavily

“give it a chance! c’monnn what if i bribe you?”

little does levi know hange and sasha have purposefully picked you out because of the way you’re both polar opposites

where levi loves order you’re disorderly, where he follows his own rules you don’t follow any at all, where he is disagreeable you’re agreeable in every way of the word

where he is cold, you are warm, he’s a night owl, you’re an early bird, you’re day and he’s night

everything about the two of you is different

that isn’t necessarily bad, but sasha and hange find it hilarious enough to set you both up on this date

if it fails it’ll still be funny

you’re rummaging through your closet looking for your favourite perfume because to be frank you are NOT showing up unprepared

like?? what if he moves in to hug you and he smells the scent of the chicken you were cooking today

yeah you did have a shower but sometimes you wonder if the smell lingers

you KNOW it doesn’t but it’s a matter of principle

imagine he leans in and smells marinated chicken

you think you’d die on the spot if that were to ever happen

shoving a pack of mints in your purse along with your emergency pepper spray you give your outfit a once over

it’s nothing too extravagant but it’ll do the job

at this point, everything is great! you’re walking out of your door and you’re pumped up

you’ll be early for once and there’s a spring in your step

making a good first impressions is key here

you’re so close to your uber BUT

then you hear it

it’s almost inaudible but you’re sure you hear a mewl come out of the alleyway to your right

you’re about to ignore it because you aren’t even sure if you’ve heard it correctly

and it’s late you don’t feel like wandering into an empty alleyway

but the sound only repeats itself

fuck.

cautiously venturing inside you see it.

eyes softening you look at the stray kitten in front of you and bite your bottom lip and scoop him up in your arms you’re debating if running back to your apartment and leaving him there is the best option

what’s the other option?

well you could bring the cat along with you...

it would be a funny story for the future if the date goes well

now. unlike you levi is nowhere near late

in fact he’s ten minutes early waiting promptly outside of the restaurant in his white button up

he fiddles with his collar and wonders how the actual hell he got talked into doing this

hange offering to buy him cleaning supplies free of charge is probably it

8:15pm, you were meant to be here five minutes ago

if you’ve stood him up he’s going to end hange for wasting his precious free time

especially when he rarely interrupts his schedule for anyone.

a few moments of silence pass and he thinks

how do you look?

not like it matters to him

but he’d just like to know

okay, so.

it’s 8:30pm now

levi is royally pissed off that you even have the audacity to show up

you’re holding your knees as you puff in and out

“I’M SORRY. i know i’ve wasted all your time but i saw a stray on my way here and i couldn’t leave him”

the updo your hair is in is disheveled and fly aways stick out

you’ve ran here after your uber broke down that much is obvious.

to be fair, your explanation is believable and he would have let it slide if and only if

you had NOT brought the fucking cat along with you???

he’s eyeing it with disgust as it purrs up against you and you coo at it stroking its fur

“you want to sneak a cat into the restaurant?” he asks in pure disbelief

sheepishly grinning and scratching the back of your neck your response is “well i know we can’t but if you tried to i wouldn’t mind because i really like this cat :-(”

when hange said he’d have fun they were lying

but at least they didn’t lie about you not being boring.

he picks the cat up with one of his hands

looks it in the eyes

sighs then places him carefully into your purse

“don’t let him be seen.”

you light up and try to hide the grin forming on your face

he isn’t that bad

he’s a little too serious for your liking but you can handle that.

the two of you walk into the restaurant and fuck you because the cat has to start mewling and screeching

coughing rather aggressively to cover it up it miraculously goes unheard

he shoots you a sturdy glare because he’s able to hear the muffled sounds

luckily, no one else is standing near you or is within earshot.

gulping you realise this is not a good first impression at all

late to the date, bringing a cat with you, begging him to help you sneak the cat in

you feel guilty, he probably expected way better

“oi, move your ass” he snaps

you look up realising you’ve been too lost in thought to see levi walking in front of you

“sorry” you mumble

he doesn’t respond but he does look back at you

you can’t gather anything from his face because it’s either plain or he’s got his brows furrowed

currently it’s showing no signs of distaste so he must be accepting your apology

he’s kind enough, steps out of the way to offer you the space to sit down first

he sits after you and you have no idea where to look

then the cat cries again from your purse

“lucifer, shhhhh”

you’re patting him and try to silence him

“you’ve named it already?”

laughing to yourself you’re happy he’s initiated the conversation first

“he’s a little sneaky so i called him it. do you have any other names you’d like?”

“why would my input in this matter be relevant?”

“you’re basically his family now!”

he’s covering his mouth with his hands and you swear you can see the pink tinge of a blush creep upwards and flood his cheeks

but this man doesn’t seem like the type to blush over anything.

composing himself he sticks a hand out and finally asks “what’s your name?”

coming back to your senses you realize it’s been twenty minutes since you’ve met and you haven’t even had the manners to ask his name even after arriving late

“Y/N!! what’s yours?”

play it cool!!!

he doesn’t respond instead stares at your purse and points with his index finger

lucifer has escaped again and now you really are regretting bringing him along with you

whilst you’re grabbing the cat and hushing him your date hums “try to guess it.”

well, that’s spontaneous, he doesn’t seem like the type to entertain himself with games

you think hard, he’s serious but he is kind, you guess that’s why he reminds you of sebastian from the little mermaid

get it? because he’s sweet but he’s a crab so he’s crabby??

god that joke is AWFUL because it doesn't even take into account the actual character of sebastian the crab

but you have no other guesses available.

“hmm... sebastian?” you jokingly ask

“it’s levi.” he deadpans.

oh wow you couldn’t be more far off

playing around with your fingers in your lap you fidget nervously looking around for a waiter to interrupt the conversation

levi has to sense your unease because his tone loosens up

“...do i really look like a sebastian though?”

looking back up at him your bite your lip keeping a giggle in

you can sense the ghost of a smile on his face

“yeah like the crab from a little mermaid”

at that he scowls but he inquires what exactly that means

the rest of the date goes without a hitch, sure there’s a few moments where lucifer attempts to sneak away but levi has no problems stopping him

it takes a while but the conversation flows easily after the awkward barrier from before is broken down

it’s lighthearted and calm.

he’s humorous in a way you can’t describe

levi’s mannerisms are cute, everything about him is endearing despite the serious front he has

and you can’t quite put your finger on it but his demeanor is charming

overall you find yourself enjoying the date even more than you expected

now the two of you are walking away from the booth and the fresh night time air hits your face as you step outside

turning to him you smile radiantly and without allowing him to get a word in you take your opportunity by the reins

“second date?”

you don’t normally make the first move but you’re eager

and to your surprise he’s just as eager as you are.

it doesn’t even look like he stops to think before he nods and agrees to meet with you again.

exchanging numbers with him you wave as you and lucifer part ways with levi feeling satisfied

and to his shock after you leave it settles, levi thinks he just might enjoy your presence

well, that’s a first for him.

he guesses what they say about opposites attracting is true

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thestarrynightslover · 3 years ago

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She’s So Pretty

Pairing: Hailey Upton x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1,640

Warnings: Slight mentions of alcohol.

Summary: You and Hailey meet at a karaoke bar one night when you don't even try to hide your interest in her.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the One Chicago shows, or its characters, also not associated with it in any way or know anyone involved with it.

A/N: So… I guess I wrote a Hailey fic? It’s obviously my first but I just couldn’t shake off the idea and had to go on with it. I wanted to see her interactions with the unit and wingman!Jay on this one so, beware! Also, after the finales, I felt like we all could use some fluff (especially Hailey!). Anyways, I hope it doesn’t suck, lemme know what you think!

(y/n) = (your name) (y/l/n) = (your last name) (y/n/n) = (your nickname)

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You and your co-workers had decided on a karaoke bar for that Friday night after shift, which was great because you absolutely loved karaokes! With that in mind, you didn't have any other plans besides hanging out with your friends, getting a little tipsy, and singing until someone decided it was time to kick you out. But all of that changed the second your eyes fell on a cute blonde that had really beautiful ocean blue eyes.

That woman could easily change your plans on any given day. And, convinced that she should know about it, you started to plot flirting moves in your head. First, as usual, you started to give her the sexy stares — not that girls would usually get very impressed by that but you wanted to catch her eye, show her your interest —, which quickly got your friends to get their gossiping started.

"Wait. A. Second. " You heard one of your colleagues say. "Are you really switching teams tonight, (y/n)?"

"What?"

"Yeah, I mean… You usually prefer girls…" She offered but, seeing your confused expression, she added: "because we can tell you're, you know, on the flirty mode."

"That obvious, huh?" Good. Your plan was working. "But I still don't know what you guys are so surprised about. Who do you think I'm going for?"

"Isn't it that hottie, broad-shouldered, blond guy? The one on that table with three other people?" The other one asked, pointing with her head in the exact direction you had been looking at.

"What? No, no! I mean, I am, indeed, looking at that table but that guy's not the one catching my attention! The blue-eyed hottie beside him is!" Hearing that, they all looked at the girl who was now smiling brightly at something one of the men she was with had just said. Jesus, that smile.

"Okay. She is pretty. Like, really pretty." The only male friend in your group stated while you just threw him an I-know-that look. "You know, you saw her first but, in case she's not your type o' player, gimme a heads up, please!" He asked poutingly while you just rolled your eyes.

"Just because you've already hooked me up before."

"And that is why our partnership works!" He told you with a wink while you just laughed, going back to your job and sort of disconnecting from your co-workers' conversations for the rest of the night.

"Wow, Jay, that shirt must be doing you a lot of service, huh?" Hailey teased her partner in a hushed whispered tone.

"What?" Was all Jay said while trying to conceal his confusion when he saw the smirk on her lips.

"That girl over there! She hasn't gotten her eyes off you the whole night!" Hailey said, as if he was the dumbest person alive. So he followed her gaze to discreetly meet the eyes of a very beautiful woman he'd already noticed before. Except that, unlike Hailey, Jay actually knew who, on their table, she was looking at.

"What? You think she's looking at me?" With that playful look never leaving her face, his partner just said:

"Of course, she's looking at you! Who else?" He couldn't believe it. The all-mighty, badass-detective, Hailey Upton was missing that one? No way.

"Really, Hailey?" He asked, still thinking she was just trying to prank him.

"Uh… I mean…" She stuttered, not really being able to come up with a proper response.

"Oh my God!" Jay squealed out, as he couldn't stop chuckling.

"What?" She asked, starting to fear she was embarrassing herself somehow, "what?" He just kept laughing, it wasn't every day he got to mock Hailey without the certainty that she already had something worse for him in the works.

“She is very obviously looking at you!” He told her with a huge suggestive smile on his face while trying to hold back his laughter.

“What?” She asked him, still mesmerized by that possibility. “C’mon! You’re joking, right?”

“Jesus Christ, Hails. Of course, she’s looking at you! Look again and you’ll see it.” Jay assured her one more time, which got her curiosity in the play, so she looked. And, instantly, you winked at her. Hailey didn’t know what to do with that. How to react. Confusion was all over her face, so you smiled and got out of your seat.

“Oh my God, Jay. Oh my God. I looked and now I think she’s coming here! What do I do?” She nervously hissed at her partner. “What do I do??

“What do you mean what do you do? You talk to her. Smile. Don’t act grumpy. That is, if you’re interested…” Seeing her panicked look, he turned to her to ask: “God, Hailey, what’s the matter with you tonight?”

“I- I, uh, I don’t know… I’m just…” She started rambling once again while tucking a string of hair behind her ear.

“Okay, breathe. Now, tell me, what’s going on? Is she not your type? Or are not interested in meeting anyone? Because, if it’s any of those things, just tell her so. We both know that girls don’t usually have a problem being told no.”

“Right. I know that. And it’s not really because of any of the things you said… I just- I just haven’t been with anyone in a long time. And with the way our jobs are… I’m not sure if it’d be nice to get someone wrapped up with me right now.” She confessed to her best friend.

“Oh, Hails…” He started while offering soft eyes and a kind smile, “I’m not sure if I’m the best person to give you advice on that front-” Hearing that, she had to interrupt Jay to say, in between dry chuckles:

“That you really aren’t! But I’d like your input anyways. I mean, i’s not like I have a clue of what to do, so…” Hailey told him with a glimpse of a smile on her lips.

“Ha ha ha. Well, I just think that you shouldn’t hold yourself back this much. The seule fact that you haven’t been with anyone in a while should settle it!” He exclaimed, raising his hands, as if it was the simplest, most obvious thing ever. Ignoring Adam and Kevin’s curious looks, Jay went on: “I just think that you should try and live your life! You know, what you said about our jobs… Only makes the whole fun-time thing more necessary, if you ask me. Besides, you don’t need to overthink this! We’re in a freaking club, Hailey! You think the girl’s gonna come here and propose?”

“First of all, I don’t see you doing much of that fun-time thing yourself!” She pointed out, to which Jay just responded by taking a sip of his drink. “And, second, look! I don’t think she’s even coming here at all.” So he looked towards the direction his partner was indicating to see you getting on the small karaoke stage the club had. Hailey looked triumphant for not having to decide on whether to live her life or not. And Jay just shook his head in disapproval, which quickly became mock towards his partner when they noticed the song you were singing.

“They’re so pretty it hurts

I’m not talking ‘bout boys, I’m talking ‘bout girls

They’re so pretty with their button-up shirts”

As you sang, you made sure to let the blonde girl know that it was meant for her. And, God, did she know.

Hailey was pretty sure she’d never, once in her entire life! Ever blushed that hard. By then, your flirting had become so obvious that even Adam and Kevin noticed and started to itch with curiosity.

“Say, Hailey, you hiding a big game from us, huh?” Ruzek half-barked while drinking from his beer bottle. She just blushed harder while trying to cover her face with her hands.

“Damn, Miss Upton! Talk about a big game! That girl is fine!” Kevin chipped in and Jay thought it was his moment to go back to wingmanning his partner.

“I told her that! See?” With that, Hailey took a peek from her hands and she couldn’t believe Jay was doing that! Or she could, she just didn’t anticipate it because your voice was distracting from everything else. To her, you were singing beautifully, even though there was already a hint of drunkenness in your voice. And no one had ever done something like that just to get her attention. For her. “Hailey, I’m serious now: give the girl a chance. Give yourself a chance, woman!” Jay spoke again, pulling her out of her thoughts to notice that Kevin was nodding vigorously to it and Adam asking:

“Wow! When did Jay get this wise?” After that, she let out a laugh and prepared herself to go talk to you 𑁋 because, no matter how upfront you could be, Hailey Upton wasn’t about to let you make all the moves 𑁋, like she was getting ready for battle. With more cheers from her fan club, she made her way to the stage, where you were just getting down from.

The minute you saw her there, though, you literally lost your balance 𑁋 being that close to her seemed somewhat more intoxicating than the alcohol you’d drunk. But, just like in the movies, she held your arms before you could go any further. Her soft touch seemed like a dream to you.

“H- hi.” You said nervously, after steading yourself, while biting your bottom lip. Why were you getting that nervous? You didn’t even know the girl yet! But there was just something about her…

“Hi. I’m Hailey,” she said, holding out her hand for you to shake.

“I’m (y/n).” You responded by taking her hand in yours. Yeah. There was definitely something about her. That was why.

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thegodwithin · 3 years ago

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I view myself as a failure to be honest. A liar and someone who struggles to do what others do easily. When it comes to others, I assume they are better unless proven otherwise. I see myself as inferior to everyone like a baby that people have to boss around and have to tell what to do. I feel like I’m stupid sometimes. I see myself as someone who can never make up their mind and I’m just here to please people. I feel like I have to do something in order to win the affection and attention. I feel like when I enter a room, no one turns their head unless I’m doing something fun or exciting and even at that, they look at my face and lose interest. I feel like someone who guys would be like “Eh, she’s a 3/10. Why would you ever let someone that ugly play you?” But I have this false delusion in my head that I’m pretty but everyone else thinks the opposite. I feel like that friend in the movies that everyone knows is dumb and ugly, but continues to lies to themselves to escape reality. I just feel like I’m lying when I’m confident because I mean look at me? Do I really have the right to feel confident when I look the way I look and act the way I act. I feel like the bitch that people force themselves to be around so she doesn’t get hurt when she figures out no one actually likes her. I feel like loser who never wins even when they try. I feel like someone who tries and tries just to be inferior to everyone around them. I feel like someone who is scared and instead of succeeding in the end, they were right and they end up failing like they thought they would. I feel like someone who struggles with shit that comes easy to everyone else. I feel like someone that’s only made to be a stepping stone for others and is only mean to “defend themselves”, but deep down they are just insecure. The opposite of THAT BITCH or an IT GIRL. I can never see myself in that light. More of the best friend or girl that follows the it girl around and follows her every move knowing she will never amount to the true IT GIRL. I feel like everything and everyone is against me and whatever higher power that’s out there (God) is laughing at me for attempting manifestation knowing I used it as an escape from Christianity. I mean how can I be the god of reality when I’m me? I’m just tasha. I can’t be a god when I’m this pathetic. I couldn’t even manifest a simple eye change and it’s been a year LMAO. I’ve seen others manifest what I want in days. I feel like I’ve made up manifestation in my head and I’m trying to use it with no concrete evidence besides success stories to make me feel better about my horrible life. But even if it was real, I will fall out of it like I did with everything else. Like I did with trying to journal or trying to workout because I’ll end up failing and lying to everyone and telling them I succeed so I look good. I feel like someone who fails and fails and someone who the universe is against LMAO or whatever higher power there is. If it was for me, why haven’t I gotten what I wanted? If I’m a god, why do I feel the way I do about myself? If I’m a god, why do I look the way I do? I don’t capture the beauty I’ve always wanted. I have a long face and droopy eyes THATS THE OPPOSITE OF WHAT ANYONE WANTS. And I know people will be like I wish I had your determination. No you don’t because it’s physically hurting me at this point. I keep failing and getting hurt and won’t take no until I finally snap and leave it forever. Until I snap and lie and tell others I finally succeeded. I can’t even decide on what I fucking what. What boss bitch doesn’t know what they want? My determination is all for nothing if I just end up failing and have to cover for myself by saying, “Oh yeah it totally worked out.” Ik self concept but what specifically do I affirm for self concept and how do I affirm it to make it feel natural?

First of all, I'd like to say that I personally understand you, so I know how hard all of this can be.

Now I think you need to start over and really go over the basics of the law. Your external reality will only ever work to prove your assumptions to be true. It will also only reflect to you what you already are. So if you feel / believe that you are unattractive, you will face more circumstances that will make you reaffirm how unattractive you are. It’s pointless to look outside for changes or signs or any evidence that “this is working” because nothing can change before you do. Signs follow, they don't precede. Everything is reflecting your state of being, your awareness. Even your own thoughts and feelings, so pay attention to those.

This is a REALLY long reply so the rest is under the cut

If you were this new person that you want to become, if you were already her, do you think she would be seeing herself in this way? Do you think she would be thinking that she can’t get it right and that she’s a failure and unattractive? If she’s already the person that you want to be, she would know for a fact that she was a success story, she’s living proof of it! She would be focused on enjoying her life the way that she intended to.

There’s only ever one source within you, from which your whole reality is born from. You can’t come from a place of lack and a place of fulfillment at the same time. Like Neville said, you can’t serve two masters. You have to completely let go of your old master, which is your old story. This is the moment to stop everything and really be honest with yourself. Who are you being in this moment? Who were you yesterday? Last week? Last year? And you don’t really need any input from the outside to answer these questions. All of that is within you, in your thoughts, in your reactions, in your feelings, in the way you look at life and others, in your everyday expectations.

But letting go of the old story can be difficult, you’re so attached to it, you identify with it, it’s everything you have ever known. It’s okay, stop punishing yourself and calling yourself a failure over this, that type of attitude won’t help you with anything. I think it’s helpful to understand yourself first, know what you’re feeling and what you want, before you jump into any techniques or quick affirmation fixes that clearly aren’t helping you. You don’t need to be an IT GIRL or a boss bitch if that doesn’t feel right or natural to you. You don’t need to be perfect at everything in order to be successful, fulfilled and happy. Get to know yourself first, understand why you have been thinking and feeling this way and what would you prefer to be, what would you like to feel, in general. We always know what we want to feel, so start there when it comes to your desires.

In my opinion, you can’t really let go of the old story before you accept it first. And I don’t mean to accept it as true and factual of who you are, but accept it in terms of taking responsibility for being the creator of it. You don’t have to love it ofc, but get to a point where you can honestly look at it and say “yeah that sucked but it’s ok, I created it, it doesn’t mean anything else, it was just myself being reflected back to me, it wasn’t anyone’s fault, not even my own really. I didn’t know better.” Make peace with where you are and where you came from before you try to get to any new destinations.

To be god, or the god of your reality does not mean to be perfect and to look like an angel. It means to be the source of everything, to be the one in control, calling the shots. It means that you ARE your reality, you are your experiences, your relationships, your feelings and your thoughts. It means that there is absolutely nothing outside of you, nothing beyond your reach, nothing deciding anything in your life. Whatever you, as god, accepts as true, will be brought to life before your eyes. And you, as god, is the only one keeping everything alive around you, by giving your attention to it. By accepting it and validating it. By believing in it. By feeling it to be true. And your godself, or the god within you is your awareness, your imagination.

Now that you know and accept that you created all this and how you got here, the good news is that you can change it. You can in fact become a different person, that’s part of your power as god. Choose to no longer entertain and accept the concepts about yourself (or about anything else) that you don’t like. It’s only “real” because you accepted it as such, and you proved this acceptance by thinking and feeling from the perspective of those concepts being true. This will probably take a lot of discipline from you, you must become aware of who you are being everyday, and start choosing to think and feel in a different way. No need to “ignore” your 3d world, but rather just remind yourself that you created it, it’s not who you are anymore and it will certainly change, the more you become this new person within. Stop identifying with it and taking it as evidence. It’s not evidence, it’s a side effect.

Ask yourself, who do you want to be today? What do you want to feel like? and then proceed to give it to yourself in your imagination, in whichever way feels best to you (visualizing, feeling, affirming, scripting etc). Make a decision to prioritize giving yourself what you want in your mind everyday, as much as possible. Nothing else matters. Your goal should not be to change the circumstances but rather to change your mind, to change where your feelings and thoughts are coming from. The outside world has no choice but to conform to that, because it’s all you.

You don’t need to add anything into your thoughts (ex: using a bunch of affirmations), but rather just replace what’s already in there with the thoughts you would like to have instead. But know that as you do this everyday, you’re not running away from reality, you are molding it and transforming it, because it simply comes from you.

What you tell others is not relevant unless you assume it is. Remember that your conversations and interactions are also a reflection of you. If anything, take it as lessons, it’s life showing you what you are focusing on and accepting as true.

A key point tho is your discipline and persistence. This is a permanent change and a lifestyle. You can’t jump from one perspective (the new wanted one) and then go back to your old one (the old story, the old master remember?) if you don’t see changes in your outside world after a few days. You must persist in your preferred story. But don’t be forceful, don’t think that “oh i’m in the old state again so this means i’m not doing it right!”. If you catch yourself serving the old master just remind yourself that wait this isn’t true for me anymore, so I don’t even need to keep it up in my mind.

Free yourself to be who and what you want in your mind. Without needing to see it manifest. You want it, so you embody having it, you persist in it and as a side effect of how reality works, it shows up in your life.

Here’s 2 audios that are really helping me lately:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j9Sk-ENo650

https://podcasts.apple.com/br/podcast/feeling-twisty/id1473719923?i=1000527543384

I would seriously recommend to go in depth with both of these sources, feeling twisty on apple podcasts and ALLISMIND on reddit.

I hope this helps!

#law of assumption #neville goddard #manifestation #o #tag #answered asks

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k-llama-llama · 4 years ago

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Stray Kids AU: 9th member

Tori x Stray Kids

The boys start to pick up on something during a vlive.

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“Tori, can you dance to Blueming?” Seungmin read the comments.

Tori wrinkled her nose at the camera. “Wouldn’t you rather see me dance to something else?”

Minho watched as the comments rolled in. “Are you afraid to show them? Have you already forgotten the choreography?”

Tori shook her head with a laugh. “Not a chance. But Stay just watched me promote for two weeks, I’m sure they’d like to see me do something else.”

“If you won’t show them Blueming, then I guess we’ll have to.” Seungmin pushed himself up off the floor.

“Yah, don’t embarrass me.” Tori laughed.

“I won’t.” Minho gave the camera a thumbs up. “I taught her everything she knows.”

“That’s not true.” Tori whispered as she pulled up the song on her phone.

She rarely did solo vlives, preferring to feature in someone else’s or just wait for group ones. But having just finished her solo promotions she’d figured that it would be nice to do a solo vlive and thank the fans for being so wonderful during her first ever solo.

Of course, then Seungmin and Minho had decided to join in on her ‘solo’ vlive.

“I hope everyone is ready for this.” Tori laughed as she hit play on her song.

“The dance is a lot harder than it looks.” Tori said, looking at the camera and readings the comments as the boys freestyled behind her. “It took me along time to learn it, but I wanted to make sure that Stay would enjoy my performance.”

“Stop talking, here we go!” Seungmin shouted.

Tori scooted over so that the camera had a good view of whatever the boys were planning.

Which was apparently an overexaggerated rendition of her song. Minho looked close to throwing out a hip, and Seungmin looked like he was putting everything into it, but was probably going to roll an ankle.

“Yah, Lee Know!” Tori shouted. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“I’m a flower blooming!” He protested, before beginning to sing. “I feel Blooooom, Bloooom!”

Seungmin made a noise that sounded somewhere between a whistle and a squeak. “I gotta know, Tor – how did you do this in those dresses.”

“Everything is easier in a pretty dress.” Tori explained. “Look, I still have my nails done.” She showed the camera the delicately done blue roses. “I need to pick a new design. Do you think I should get a mermaid design or clouds?”

She was asking the camera, but the boys didn’t hesitate to give their input as well.

“I vote mermaid.” Seungmin said.

“I vote clouds.” Minho answered.

“I wasn’t asking you guys.” Tori leaned forward to read the comments. “You guys all have different opinions. How about I post on Instagram tomorrow, and everyone can vote there, okay?”

“Vote clouds!” Seungmin shouted.

“Be quiet, weirdo.” Tori gave him a shove. “Thank you all so much for hanging out with us tonight, and for supporting me during the Blueming promotions. I promise to do another vlive soon!”

The guys said their goodbyes, and then Tori blew one final kiss and shut off the camera.

“Phew.” She collapsed back to lay on the ground. “We did it.”

“We did it?” Minho crouched down next to her. “You just talked the whole time.”

“And then just wanted to dance to other songs.” Seungmin added. “As much as we love Twice, I think everyone wanted to see you dance to your song.”

“They’ve been watching it for two weeks.” Tori did a backwards somersault to stand up. “I can dance to something else. I still need to work on the Open Mind choreography though.”

“You dress different now.” Minho said, looking up at her.

“What?” She glanced at Seungmin, who just shrugged. “What do you mean?”

“She’s just in her practice clothes.” Seungmin said. “Maybe a little less homeless than usual.”

“Thanks, man.” Tori rolled her eyes, turning to look in the floor-to-ceiling mirrors. She was wearing low rise baggy sweatpants and a black cropped tank top. It didn’t seem any different from what she’d normally wear.

“I don’t mean right now.” Minho said. “I mean in general. Yesterday you wore a Chanel shirt to practice.”

“Sumi gave it to me.”

“And the day before, you had sneakers that were easily a thousand dollars.”

“You know….” Seungmin tilted his head. “You were using that new bag – the black one with the pearl stuff on it. Is that Chanel too?”

Tori crossed her arms. “The shirt and bag were from Sumi. She has a brand deal. And the sneakers I bought with my own money.”

“Since when do you wear designer stuff?” Minho asked.

“Since now?” Tori rolled her eyes. “What are you talking about? I’m not allowed to dress nice?”

“Sure, you can. I’m just trying to find out why you won’t perform your solo song but are dressing in nice clothes you pay for with your solo stuff.” Minho tilted his head.

“What do you mean I won’t perform my solo song?” She exclaimed. “I performed it like a hundred times over the past few weeks.”

“So you’re tired of it?”

“Sure…I…I guess so.” She hesitated slightly, and they both noticed.

Seungmin sat straight up. “You’re lying. Why are you lying?”

“I’m not lying.” Tori protested.

“You’re not tired of your solo song, and you bought all of those clothes for yourself.” Minho declared. “It’s not a bad thing.”

“Just tell us why you’re being weird about it.” Seungmin told her. “Why don’t you want to perform or admit you bought things for yourself?”

Tori sighed, looking at the ground. “Was it that obvious.”

“Yes.” Minho said.

“Not really.” Seungmin said.

Tori sighed again. “I don’t know….you guys put a lot on hold for me to be able to promote this song. I just don’t want to drag it out any more than I already have.”

“You aren’t dragging it out. Your song is awesome.” Seungmin told her. “You can be excited about it for as long as you want, because we’re excited about it too.”

“And why would we care about what clothes you wear?” Minho asked. “We’ve literally never cared.”

“I know…but it’s more of…you know, that I’m making…”

“Money?” Minho finished. “Is this because you’re making money?”

“We’re all making money.” Seungmin looked confused.

Tori just looked at the ground.

“But you’re making more.” Minho realized. “Is that what this is about? You feel weird because you’re making more money than us?”

“It’s just with the girl group and then this…plus the thing I did with Zoey…I just didn’t want to make it weird.”

“Tor, we don’t care.” Seungmin laughed. “We’re proud of you, everyone is.”

“I know, and I love you guys for it.” She frowned. “I just didn’t want to…rub it in, I guess. By starting to wear all of the nice clothes.”

“It’s your money, you can spend it however you want.” Minho said.

“I bought the shirt when I was out with Sumi. And the sneakers were Yinnie’s idea and I didn’t want to seem weird but I-“

“Tor, you don’t have to explain it.” Seungmin rolled his eyes. “You can dress as nice as you like. All it means is that you’re doing awesome, and we’ll expect nicer Christmas gifts.”

She bit her lip. “I’m good at Christmas gifts.”

“Cool. So stop being weird about your song.” Minho flopped onto his back. “Dress however you want and we’re not going to have a problem.”

“What if I just start wearing all Gucci or something?”

Seungmin snorted. “You aren’t making that much money.”

“I could be!”

“You’re not.” Minho replied. “And honestly you’ve been ordering your clothes from Amazon for too long. This is probably good for the group in the long run.”

“Amazon has a lot of nice stuff.”

“Not as nice as Chanel.”

“This is true.”

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themurphyzone · 4 years ago

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PatB: Snowball Ep Talk

You know, I really do love the episode Snowball (my personal favorite AKOM episode) but I don’t think I’ve ever talked about it here much, and if I did it’s probably really only because of the flashback sequence.

Okay so all looks good so far. Chain letter scheme and superstition, a standard introduction to Brain’s latest plot of world domination. All looks good. Plus I just like this shot of Pinky. Don’t mind me, just starting off light here with a smushed Pinky.

I just like Pinky’s pose here. He’s so cute.

You will bow before Troz.

“I met a Snowball today! Right here in the lab!” -Pinky

You know, I just find the implications of this line hysterical. This means that Snowball was in the lab that day, waiting for the moment to strike, and he definitely pushed his stolen chain letter through the mail slot.

And then he lets Pinky see him, and no it’s not just a passing glance either cause Pinky specifically describes a tattoo with an A and a circle and points to his leg. Which means Snowball deliberately lifted the fur on his leg and showed his tattoo to Pinky.

Like, wow.

“It means, Pinky, that evil lurks among us. By the name of Snowball! SNOWBALLLLLLLL!” -Brain

Talk about a bad breakup. *Alexa play Bad Blood*

Personally I think one of the interesting visual cues is that Snowball purposely plants himself into the mice’s space. There’s a lot of that in this episode. He knows how to rile up Brain and hit him where it hurts, namely through Pinky.

Brain values his personal space, and he values a sense of control. When Snowball invades that space, Brain loses control, and his anger can lead him to make some very ill-informed decisions. Which is exactly what Snowball aims for.

“You think Pinky is an asset?”

“Anything I can take from you is an asset.”

Ah yes, Snowball’s mission statement. Crush everything Brain has into dust.

The flashback sequence. Dear God this flashback sequence. They were both so cute!

You know, it’s really sad that a younger Brain acted more like Pinky. Making silly faces and trying to get someone to laugh are such Pinky things to do. I know canon is loose but if you consider this flashback taking place shortly after Brain was captured from the wild, then young Brain didn’t gain a grasp on what happened to him until after the gene splicer.

Ok but Brain was literally right there when the gene splicer exploded. Imagine having your cranium size dramatically increase, you’re injured, you’ve suddenly gained sentience, and as if all that wasn’t enough, you see the gene splicer explode with your only friend inside.

Oh, and said friend’s mind was probably damaged in the explosion and now he hates your guts. And though you’re angry with him for his betrayal, some part of you will never stop caring about him.

Once again, Snowball needs to learn to keep his hands to himself.

This conversation here establishes Snowball as the perfect third character. He appears only in a handful of eps, but he’s fun to watch and love to hate. Snowball challenges the mice’s relationship. Snowball sees the weak points; the insults, the reliance on each other, and twists them to his advantage. And Pinky even admits he’s hurt by Brain’s insults occasionally, though he still loves being around him.

“Pinky, the Brain doesn’t care about you. He’s just using you.”

“No, he’s not.”

It’s really interesting to me how Pinky denies Snowball’s statement, yet his ears go down to show that he’s affected by the idea of being used. Pinky and the Brain may be night and day, but one thing they do have in common is their tendency to deny certain things. Brain with emotions and affection and Pinky with concepts he’d rather not admit the possibility of.

Coming back to this later.

Non plot related but Brain is teeny tiny and I love how he just trusts Pinky to catch him

Side note: I apologize if any of these screenshots look weird. It’s an AKOM ep.

WHY ARE YOU TWO SO BAD AT SNEAKING AROUND.

I just find it hilarious how they clearly run around where Snowball can see and hear them. Like they just shout Snowball’s name in the middle of the room. You’re terrible at being sneaky little mice. Please.

Those dang boomers and their old timey 90s computers. Technology is ruining boomers. Can’t even hold a conversation anymore cause they keep looking at their screens.

No touchy!

Well, it’s awful nice of Snowball to engage in nepotism and offer Brain a position in his administration...and then tempt Pinky with an amusement park when he refuses.

You really gotta appreciate the complexity of Snowball’s plans. Stealing the chain letter fails->plant seeds of doubt in Pinky’s mind, even if this doesn’t work right off the bat, the idea will still be there-> take over a corporation->impersonate Bill Gates->When the mice show up, offer to co-rule the world on expectations that Brain will refuse->make co-ruler offer to Pinky->wait for Brain to open his big mouth and drive Pinky away.

All to take everything Brain has. His dignity, Pinky, his meager resources. Like holy Snowball, Batman.

And then Snowball reveals the amusement park he had specifically built for Pinky.

And here we have the most heartbreaking line of the ep. If I had the ability video edit I would’ve put the entire line on audio because Brain’s tone is very important here. It’s about 12:38 to 12:57 in the ep if you want to see for yourself.

“Oh, go ahead, Pinky. I don’t need you. What did you think, I just have you around so I can steal your brilliant ideas and claim them as my own? That I’m just using you, Pinky? Oh yes, I’m using you for your brilliance!”

First of all, very poor word choice, especially to someone who has trouble understanding sarcasm. I just want to dissect this statement here.

The Literal Meaning: You’re an idiot to think you were ever more than an assistant.

This is what Pinky hears.

But if you listen to Brain’s tone rather than just reading the line, he sounds genuinely hurt that Pinky would ever be tempted by something as frivolous as an amusement park. It’s Pinky, so he just sees ‘ooh fun rides, cotton candy, and carnival games’!

But Brain is perfectly aware that this is Snowball’s well-crafted method of taking away the only thing he truly has, and he knows it’s working. And he’s hurt.

The Actual Meaning: Snowball’s trying to separate us and you’re falling for it, Pinky. You may be an idiot, but many of my plans never would’ve come to fruition without you. You’re much more than an assistant. You’re my friend and my world.

Unfortunately, all Pinky hears is that Brain was only using him. That Brain values him for manual labor and an extra hand only, rather than a treasured companion. The fact that Brain often falls short of making Pinky feel appreciated just adds to this.

And now that he no longer has Pinky, Brain’s spirit is crushed. Brain is persistent, but without Pinky, he has no reason to be.

As far as he knows, his only two friends have turned their backs on him and couldn’t care less if he has nowhere else to go.

Poor thing. He needs hugs.

“I didn’t think it was possible. Humanity has actually gotten dumber.” -Brain

OK I think this one shot establishes what the world would be like under Snowball. His name is everywhere, and he tells the population to do stupid things just to bask in his own superiority.

However, I can’t see Brain putting his name on every building so frivolously like this if he ruled the world. Sure, he’d name a bunch of things after himself and Pinky, but it would be more meaningful to them.

Brain wants humanity to advance, not regress.

Poor Pinky. Despite all this new extravagance and luxury, he’s also lonely. The room and bed are large, but it lacks personality. He’s sleeping with an ACME Labs snow globe, and other than a reference to Citizen Kane, it also shows that he’s not happy with this.

The worst thing in the world for these mice is separation from each other.

Suicide by cat.

Poor little guy can’t make it on his own. Luckily, he snaps out of it.

“My world. I must save MY world!”

Said while looking at a picture of Pinky. Real subtle there Brain.

“Look, you fool. You have no brilliant ideas. I’m only using you to get at him! So just stay quiet!” -Snowball

“You’re...using me?” -Pinky

He was just a bargaining chip. Never a friend.

“What do you want?”

“My friend. And MY world!”

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

He makes martial arts noises like a dork. I love him.

I love how their characters are reflected in the mecha designs (also I had no idea Snowball was Iron Man!)

Snowball’s is overall the more efficient design. It’s also much more combat ready and violent. In comparison, Brain’s suit is simply operated with a bunch of levers. It’s alright for peaceful situations like getting around faster or simply blending with a human population, but in a straight up fight the levers take too much time to operate.

Snowball is more efficient than Brain, and while he’s got the ego, he lacks the insecurities that hold Brain back. His confidence makes him such an effective foe. And more importantly, Snowball doesn’t value Pinky’s companionship. He’s a tool and nothing more. Compare that to Brain. While Brain struggles at showing it, he ultimately wants Pinky’s input and values his jumbo-sized heart.

Somewhat off topic, but I feel like the reboot missed this aspect of Brain and made him too overly edgy and violent (reboot!Brain would probably prefer Snowball’s mecha design over his counterpart’s). The only time Brain should become violent, if not for comedy, is when he’s protecting Pinky. His plans should have a level of restraint to them, and Pinky is the moral compass.

I just like this shit-eating grin right here (I mean, he did eat shit in Welcome to the Jungle so...lol)

This is such an insanely clever move for Pinky. I feel like Brain would be like ‘oh my god Pinky!’ and then ‘wow, that’s actually brilliant what the heck is this tingling feeling’.

ACME LABS IS IN NEW YORK CITY??????

I know this is a case of Where the Hell is Springfield but gdi aren’t they supposed to be in southern California.

Ok fine I realize the ending to this ep is a reference to North by Northwest cause they somehow got to Mt. Rushmore but still

Weird tangent but North by Northwest’s ending bothers me (not gonna fault this ep as it’s just a parody)? I’m sorry the girl is barely hanging onto Mt. Rushmore, the dude pulls her up, and then they have sex in a car. The sudden transition always seemed weird to me.

I am ending this analysis post with a weird shot of Snowball cause i can and it’s his episode.

#pinky and the brain #patb analysis #patb snowball #long post

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supportivespaceforsurvivors · 3 years ago

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is this Devyn's blog?

hey anon, i'm sorry it took me so long to respond to this; between insomnia, work, my birthday, and other personal issues (along with accidentally deleting my initial response in a sleep-deprived lapse of judgement..), i've been pretty low on energy - but hopefully i'll be feeling better soon?

as for your question, it isn't a complete yes or no answer. yes, Devyn is a mod on this blog, and yes, he posts a lot; but nobody 'owns' this blog. all mods are equals; both in the literal sense that we all have to have administrator privileges in order to answer asks, and also that we rely on each other to help with anything we post. we're all human, and as such, we know that we have weaknesses and blindspots; as a team, we talk to each other to help smooth over some of those wrinkles to help y'all the best ways that we can - so even when one specific person's name is put on a post, more often than not, we have all contributed in some way. the reason that Devyn answers things more often than the rest of us is because he simply has a lot more time and energy than the rest of us do, and trying to write a whole response ourselves can be exhausting when you are already low on energy; but conveying our thoughts or opinions to each other for someone else to weave into a post takes a lot less energy. as such, the rest of us on the mod team really appreciate that Devyn is able to answer more often! its not that Devyn is more committed or holds more power than the rest of the mods, just that he's been more available to answer things recently.

and as a side note: we got another ask somewhat along this line of thought, but it mentioned the name of someone who made personal posts on their personal blog - and since i don't want to risk 'calling them out' (for lack of a better term), i don't feel comfortable posting that ask, so i'm adding my response to it here.

i want to start off by saying, we do appreciate when people bring up concerns that they have! giving us feedback on things that might make you uncomfortable or bother you helps us learn how to better help y'all. without feedback, we kinda just assume that we're doing alright - so encourage anyone to give us constructive feedback (i.e., dont just say something like "i dont like [thing] about mod x, fix it" - give us suggestions on how to best fix it!) if something we do bothers you! we wont be upset; you mentioning how we can better help you means that you do care about us, and we would never get upset at y'all for that. and, as such, we do really appreciate that you brought up your issues with us! genuinely our only issue was the fact a specific person was named (which really isnt even an issue - telling us who made the posts helped us find the posts, since we hadnt previously known about them) and we just don't want to inadvertently cause problems for them. we really dont think you had meant to purposefully cause strife, so please dont think we're upset with you!

as for your ask, i get why you would feel that way. Devyn tends to answer a lot and doesn't cushion his answers as much as some of us do, but it isn't due to him not caring or simply wanting the inbox empty - Devyn does care a lot about answering things well, he just prefers to get to the point rather than writing out giant walls of text. rather than try to explain things for Devyn, i'm gonna let him finish up the post by explaining his method for answering asks - i dont want to accidentally say anything that isnt true, but i can guarentee that Devyn does care. if he didn't care, he wouldn't still be here - he does care for all of you, and he does want to help! if he didn't, he wouldn't be putting in the effort that he has been to change how he responds to things in a way that won't upset or trigger people, and he wouldn't put in the effort to try and get input from the rest of us mods. please, do let us know if there's anything else we can do moving forward to help things feel less bad for you. we don't want anyone to feel like they cant be helped or that we dont care for them.

mod berry 💗

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Hey anon.

I wanted to make sure I also answered this in case you were looking for an answer from me directly.

Originally I had a few paragraphs here essentially echoing what Berry said, but it felt too repetitive and I ended up cutting it out.

We had another ask that we mentioned we're tacking the response to on here. I'm going to copy-paste some of the text from it for context since y'all obviously haven't (and won't) see it, so that my response makes sense:

[...] we wrote in and got a quick response from Devyn whereas previously we got really detailed responses from other mods. It felt like Devyn just sees it as a rush to clear the inbox and not work with other mods. And now this blog feels like his exclusively.

I want to start by saying I understand how how I was pretty much the only one who answered anything during September made you feel like this blog is mine exclusively, but I assure you that's not the case - it just happened to be a particularly shitty month for all the mods here. While those issues haven't disappeared, we should have more availability to answer asks currently.

Secondly, something I think will be helpful is if I walk you through the process of how I answer an ask. I was going to use this one to do that and then proceeded to get distracted and forgot and answered it, so here's a fake example ask. Let's say this ask comes in:

Let's say the question is something any of us can answer easily, like, "How many followers do you have?" That's an easy question and we can all look at our follower count and give you a number. So I click answer.

I always start answering genuine asks with some sort of greeting. Usually "Hey anon," is my go-to. Then the answer. "Oh, we have this many." Then I'll end with a well-wish and my name. Easy enough.

I think part of the issue is that if people ask yes or no questions (like "is my trauma valid?") I'd rather say something short in response, like, "Yes, your trauma is valid regardless of what it is," and sign my name than waste our readers' time and my breath answering with extra words. I just don't see the point in using more words than I need to. I try very hard to make it clear, especially in shorter responses, that I'm not trying to be hostile and am actively aware of my tone. Some answers have more words in them because I always try to make sure to explain what I feel could be misunderstood and that's not always easily done in one or two sentences.

Another thing that might be part of the issue is that Berry, for example, tends to answer asks by grouping paragraphs after which they hit enter only once, and I hit enter twice to start a new paragraph. That doesn't mean Berry's answer has any more actual content in it than mine does, it just might look like that because the format ends up looking more dense in Berry's answer.

Anyway, if someone feels like they want to answer a certain ask but doesn't have the spoons, they can save it with their name to the drafts, which is where a lot of our unpublished asks live. It's like the purgatory of the ask box, because sometimes I put an ask there and sometimes I only think about it. 😬

Asks that go to our drafts aren't ignored, that's just sort of a transition period. If the ask is slightly more complicated, we usually discuss it first in the mod Discord - which you guys obviously can't see. Sometimes if we collaborate on an ask, whoever sees it in the ask box first is the one who ends up answering it, but not always. But we usually just sign those with a single name for sake of ease. If we put all the names of all the mods who contributed any thought to an ask, most of them would have all of our names on them. Also, it's not necessarily accurate to sign my name to an ask if all I'm commenting on is the tone of an ask. Sure, I technically contributed, but I didn't say anything helpful.

If multiple people have thoughts on an ask, usually what we do is one person answers it and the others reblog with their thoughts. This ask is an exception because last time we answered an ask specifically about me that way, it escalated the situation, and we're trying to avoid that.

If none of us know how to answer an ask, we'll usually publish it for our followers' input after a week. I try to follow up about asks that are in drafts pretty often, so usually they don't sit there for a month, but like we've said multiple times, this month has been a bit of an outlier for all of us.

So essentially what I'm saying is that just because you don't see active ask collaboration happening doesn't mean it's not. It all happens in the Discord and, unless you're also a mod in our server, you're not going to see that discussion happening.

Hopefully this helps with the misunderstandings.

Mod Devyn

#ask #answered #mod devyn #anonymous

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inquisitive-mess · 4 years ago

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Tarts of Remembrance

This connected to the drawing I did for it. I know it’s kind of late to do a story about it, but I was in the mood to do one. Plus I feel like this would give some light on Ann felt about Anne Boleyn’s death.

Jane Parker by @altairtalisman

Mentioned Katherine “Kath” Tudor by @ellielovesdrawing and Amalia “Mali” by @pandora-dusk

What should of been a normal day for Ann turn into experience she wouldn't forget. It started when she was in her shop finishing a work order. She was rebuilding laptop from scratch for a customer. They want high definition screen, large RAM, longer battery life, additional USB port, and latest computer programming. This took her some time to do with many countless hours of her sitting and looking at the screen to make sure it was running right. She also took necessary breaks from the computer to avoid straining her eyes. She got up from her stool she was sitting on, moved her shoulders around, took her glasses off to place them on her head, and decided to walk around her shop a bit as the final program was uploading. She walk into the storage room to see if she has enough inventory in stock or need to order some. As she was doing that, the front door chimed indicating that customer walk in to the shop and she head to the front of the store to greet them. When she walk to the front, she saw it was Jane P and smile a bit. What started as Jane accidentally walking inside Ann’s shop to get her radio fix turn into a small friendship. Sure there was small hiccups where Ann got little emotional seeing her due to their past history where Jane was kind of responsible for Howard’s death later her own death when they redeem her crazy, but they were able to talk out civilly and forgive each other. And the incident where Jane and her girlfriend, Mali, decide to burst into her shop half naked to avoid Mali’s sister wrath. That would be a day Ann isn’t going to forget about. As far as Ann knew, Jane and Mali were the only people who know she was back and working here. Jane promise Ann that she will keep it a secret, until Ann was ready to tell the queens she was back. She also told Mail the same thing too and she agree to it.

Ann walk to the counter as she said in a calm tone “Hey Jane, what brings you here? Did your radio break again or some else broke that needs repair?” Jane shook her head and walk to where Ann while answering her “Nothing like that. I don’t have anything broken yet and radio is running as fine as it could be thank to your repair. Just on my home from dance rehearsal and figure I’ll drop by here on the way. Do you have time to spare?” Ann crossed her arms and reply “Fortunately yeah. I just got finish with an order and wait for last installment to load completely, so I call the customer to let them know it’s ready. After that, i’m free for the rest of the day.” Ann notices something Jane was holding a white box, turn her head, and said “What’s in the box?” Jane place the box on the counter and told her “Well, Kath, a reincarnated you wouldn’t know and owns a bakery, came to the theater with this box. It’s test samples of treats she want to sale, but I guess she wants an opinion on how they are. I offer to test them and was going to share with Mali.” Jane then said as she rub the back of her head “I’m still bad about how that turn out. I didn’t think we would have to run all the way here half naked and hide in your shop from her sister.” Ann sighed and reply “It’s not like it the first time I seen someone half naked. I work at the palace, so it doesn’t fazed me. You guys were lucky I didn’t have anyone in here when it happen. I couldn’t imagine the problem this would have cause, if someone was. And already forgave you guys, so it’s okay. And I hope Mali like them.” Ann smiled a little after saying this.

Jane look at Ann, place her hand on the box, and ask her “Do you want one? I'm sure Mali and I can’t finish all of it. Plus it would nice for Kath to have more input on them and have outside opinion, rather then friends thoughts.” Ann raised her hand and told her “Sorry, but I have to pass. I really don’t have a sweet tooth. Plus I don’t want to intrude on your guys lovely snack.” Jane shook her head and said “ No, I insist. And it’s the least we can do for hiding us in your storage room.” Ann knew she isn’t going take no for answer and would lead to back and forth talking, so she sighed and answered “Fine, but only one. I don’t want to ruin my dinner later on. I do need to eat a proper meal.” Ann begin to walk to the back and ask Jane before she left “ Can’t eat these without something to drink. Do you want me get you canned coffee or bottle water? Sorry I don’t have many choices. The shop doesn’t have a kitchen, but I do have fridge to keep my drinks and food when I bring some.” Jane look little confuse when she heard canned coffee. She didn't know you could get coffee in a can, but remember that there canned tea, so it shouldn't be too far off. Jane replied "Coffee, please." Ann nodded and head to her workspace, where the fridge was. She took out two cans, closed the door, and head back to the front. She place the cans on the counter near the box and hand one to Jane. Jane took it and thank her. She crack open it, took a sip, put it down, and said "It's not bad. I prefer my caramel macchiatio, but this is acceptable." She took another sip and said " You know was funny, your sister has coffee addiction and can't live without it, so I'm wondering if it runs in the family." Ann chuckled a little as she open hers and answered " I see that happening. She always stay up all night writing or learning something when I used to serve her. Unfortunately to tell you that I don't have coffee addiction. I only drink these whenever I feel like it and only get these because they're convenient and lot more cheaper to buy than those overpriced coffee shops. Don't get me wrong. I do go to them, but I can't imagine spending that much money and waiting in those line for cup of coffee everyday." Jane heard this and kind agree with her on that part.

They both turn to the box, Jane open it up, and look at all of sweets. There were different types of it and Ann didn't know which one to get. As Ann mentioned before, she didn't have a sweet tooth, so she didn't know which one were too sweet for her. Ann decide to grab a tart because it look the less sugary and look at it before taking a bite into it. As she chewing on it and enjoying the taste of it, this remains her of something, but can't remember what. She know this can't be from her current life, since she would remember that due to that she wasn't allow to get any sweets growing up and when she was able to, it make her feel a little sick. She look at the tart to see what was in it and something clicked in her head. She stare at it and thought "It can't be..." She took another bite of it and sure enough it was it, but how. She remember that no one was allowed to these, except for him and the family. She remember that perfectly when it happen and how sad she was because she really like them. Jane noticed Ann react and ask "Are you okay there? Did you get something you didn't like? You can choose something else. There a lot to pick from." This snapped Ann out of it, she shook her head, looked at Jane, and told her "It's nothing like that, but you should try this tart though. It's something." Ann hope that Jane would taste them and remember what these are, since she was there too when it happen. Jane looked confused on how Ann was acting, but she listen to what she said. Jane grab the tart and bit into it, which Jane had reaction from it and looked at Ann. She ask "Are these...." Ann smiled a little and answered "I guess they become public after our lifetime. The tart we used to eat when we served as ladies/maids in waiting at the palace." With that, they didn’t say anything afterwards. How could they? They used eat these after hard days work and talk to other maids/ladies as they enjoy them. These were made for them, but that ended when the king found about them and forbid anyone from eating them, unless it was made for him and his family.

After thinking a bit, Jane ask “ So Ann, what was your first time having these?” Ann crossed her arms, closed her eyes, and reply “It was a couple of weeks when I first started working at the palace. I was so young and innocent back then. I was so eager to learn everything and be as good as mother. I worked day in and day out trying to figure things out without messing up. Once day when I was done with my work, I was so tired and was ready to rest, but I was also hungry. I forgot to eat lunch that day and knew the kitchen didn’t have food left, so I was going to rest with an empty stomach when I smell something good. I follow it which lead me to the kitchen and saw Anne was baking something in it. I hide behind the wall and spy on her to see what she made. When I saw what she made, it made my mouth water and I wanted to try it, but knew I couldn’t since it was unladylike to invite yourself to something when you’re not welcome. As I was thinking, my stomach growl, which catch Anne attention, and she told me to come out. I came out and Anne smiled at me. She ask me if I want one and I politely decline, until my stomach growled again. Anne told me I can take one since she made it for other eat too, so it would no harm down. I then took one and ate it. It tasted so good and made Anne chuckle a bit. She ask for my name and she told me hers. We soon walk out the kitchen with tarts in hand and head to other were to enjoy them.” Jane listen to Ann’s story and thought it cute. She wish her story was that enjoyable, but it was just bland and boring. Jane said happily “That sounds amazing. To think you were there when Anne made them all though years ago. Bet you had some more stories about you two” Ann shook her head and answer “ Not really. I just follow Anne as we did our duties and I help her out with tarts to share with everyone, until the king found out them and banned us to eat them. I was sad when it happen and didn’t think I would eat them again, until Anne become queen and found a way for sneak some for me since she knew I like them. She became a role model to me and wanted to be like her. I took in all of the teaching she taught me and became devote to the religion she was in. Of course that where it all end” When she said, she lower her arms and open her eyes with a sad look.

Jane notice this and spoke sadly “ Ann...” Ann interrupt her as she raise one hand, place on the counter, and talked “ I know what you are going to say. You’re going to tell me it wasn’t my fault that she died, how there nothing I could of done to stop her beheading, or I shouldn’t had this guilt, since I was child when this happen, but I can’t. I look up to her as a role model, I want be like her, and I let her died. How am I suppose to feel? I feel like I let her down and her blood was on my hands. I know there nothing I couldn’t done to stop it, but I feel like I could of done something. Talk some sense into you, find the person who falsely accused her of adultery, anything would do. I fail her as a student and a terrible friend” As she was saying this, he crutch her hand tight and started to cry. Jane saw this and felt bad about it. She already felt bad for what happen to Boleyn and knew she was partly blame for it. She walk around the counter where Ann was and hugged her. She then explain to her “I don’t think Anne blame you for what happen to her. She know who to blame for that and I still have some guilt for it. I pretty sure she doesn’t expect a child to stop a king and the whole court, but I do know that she would be trilled to see you again when you are ready and she don’t want you to carry this guilt. I know my words isn’t much, but I can saying as a friend that you are not a failure or terrible person. You forgave me for what happen to Howard and took on this burden that you shouldn’t taken. That alone tells me that you are a better person that anyone in that court and people who condemned her.” This made Ann smile a little and said “Thanks” Jane replied “Just paying back the kindness you gave me.” Jane let go of Ann and said “Now that over with, do you want to continue enjoying these sweet or are you done?” Ann look at the box of sweets and look at the tarts. She turn back at Jane and answered “ Well, I do want you to save some for Mali, so I take one more tart and leave you guys the rest.” Ann grab a tart and bit into it as she drank some of her drink. Jane smile a bit as Ann went back being happy. Jane still has some guilt that may take time to heal, but it nice to see that she isn’t alone with it and has someone to talk to about it. Jane walk back to her drink and drank some of it as they talk about bittersweet memories. Maybe they can both overcome the guilt they have someday.

#six #six the musical #Sixtended verse #Ann Parr #Jane Parker

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brawltogethernow · 4 years ago

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So the problem starts, the problem starts when Kaine agrees to go to a bake sale.

This little old lady put her hand on his face, see? What are little old ladies doing putting their hands on his face? Doesn’t she know he could snap her neck with a finger twitch?

“You are a good Catholic boy,” she says. “I know one when I see one,” she interrupts when he opens his mouth to protest, though he wasn’t yet decided which descriptor to zero in on first. “You are always at confession.”

Kaine may, possibly, have been using confession as a kind of no-papers-required stand-in for therapy. Or maybe a no-blood-shed-Aracely-isn’t-glaring-at-me stand-in for hurting himself.

He has enough brain cells not to say this. Barely.

“Thank you,” he says instead, and tries to pull away.

She leans with him. Her hands remain on his face.

“But I never see you anywhere else!” she says. “You must come to the bake sale. It’s on Friday.”

“Okay,” says Kaine’s mouth entirely without his input. He was born with an inbuilt structural weakness against little old battle axes. He attributes this to the ghost echoes of Peter Parker’s idyllic childhood.

“So what are we making?” demands Aracely as soon as he returns to the presidential suite. “Lemon bars? People on TV make lemon bars. What is a lemon bar?”

Sometimes, Kaine is more glad than anything that she's always eavesdropping on the inside of his head. Often, he’d cut off a limb, hell, all his limbs, to keep her out. He'd grow a bunch of spider legs again and then cut those off. He’s not sure exactly where this falls between the two extremes. But definitely closer to the negative side.

“Oh,” she says as if he answered, tipping her head. She’s turned around on the couch and sat up on her knees and braced her arms on the back of it to see him better. “You don’t know either. That’s okay, we can Google it.”

So they burn the kitchenette a little bit.

"We can rebuild it," says Arcacely. "We have the technology."

He definitely leaves her in front of the TV too much. But what's the alternative, bringing her with him more?

"Yes, it is," says Aracely like he spoke out loud. "And that is but one more reason why you should do that."

"Hell no," says Kaine, and books it out of the suite fast enough that he can pretend he didn't hear her shout, "Swear jar!"

He finds the maid who most often handles their rooms. He hands her a stack of hundreds for her trouble, then gives her a couple more because he can tell the exchange has scared her. He tells her the hotel can bill him the damages. And then he asks her how to get to the hotel kitchen.

Aracely appears, out of breath, as he finishes bribing his way into use of a stove. Her ability to do this is one reason among many why he doesn't own a cellphone.

"You could have just asked them," she chirps, methodically going through the room and opening, examining, and then closing every drawer. It's empty right now, so there's no one to stop her. "I think they would have just let us use the kitchen. The people here like you."

"No, they don't," corrects Kaine. "And who cares? It's not like we need to save money." He can just go hit more human traffickers if he runs low. And since he spends a lot of his time doing this even when he's not running low, he is in absolutely no danger of running low. He's pretty sure he could buy a yacht, or a politician.

"Success!" proclaims Aracely, and when Kaine turns around she's holding a clear plastic tub of brown powder over her head. There's a piece of paper laminated to the side with text printed on it that might be a recipe. "Brownie mix!"

"That is not food," declares Aracely of their creation. "No one is going to buy that."

Kaine leans over to examine it. It's kind of...grainy.

"Brownie sand," says Aracely. "Could we start a new trend?"

Kaine sighs. They should have known trying to quarter the banquet-sized serving on the tub was a bad idea. They have clearly miscalculated on some ephemeral measurement level. They've angered the baking gods.

"Are there baking gods?" inquires Aracely.

"Why don't you ask the Catholics," says Kaine, and tugs her away to tip the cleaning staff again.

“This is good too,” says Aracely, presiding over the storebought tubs of those weird shitty grocery store cookies that are mostly icing that they brought instead.

“I don’t even know how I got here,” says Kaine. “What are we doing here?”

His nose twitches. He’s not sure if one of them still smells like burnt lemons or if he’s just imagining it. He does know that he’s avoiding anything lemony for a long time.

The woman who got him into this sidles up to them shortly after they set up, looking very pleased to see him there.

"Always good to see fresh faces," she says, and winks at him.

She continues to talk in a way that stays steadily one step to the left of him feeling like he has a firm grasp on the conversation. Possibly that's because he's overthinking things and doubting whether he's correctly interpreting a single word she's saying. What even is "the congregation", in this context?

He looks at Aracely.

She shrugs.

Is it a list. Do you have to complete a set of tasks to qualify. Are there membership cards?

Aracely shrugs a little more beffudledly. Her reeducation via television and following a vigilante around active crime scenes must not have taught her about this.

The bake sale is to raise money to fix the air conditioner. This means that the building is the same temperature inside as it is outside. The best description he can come up with for the response the people in the room are having to the sweltering temperature is "cheerfully miserable".

Other than that it's...weird. Festival-ish? It kind of plucks the strings of memories that don't belong to him of May Parker presiding over neighborhood events with an endlessly gentle iron fist, but it also doesn't. He also kind of feels like he is impersonating someone who is actually supposed to be here. But that's nothing new.

There is a big confused snarl in Kaine's chest made mostly of other people's experiences that he can't even begin to interpret if he pings himself about the concept of "God". He thought that might be a problem if he just walked in here and...socialized.

It is not. No one is asking him about God.

"What do you think about the setup this time?" a woman with a thin mouth and long, spindly fingers demands. Her lipstick is the same shade as Annabelle's hair and her turtleneck suggests a total lack of concern for the wet Houston heat that Kaine finds honestly terrifying.

"The--?" he starts to answer.

"It's definitely for the best they didn't decide to hold it in the basement again," she continues, saving him from answering her not-really-a-question. "I mean, why? The lobby has all these lovely windows."

She gestures. Kaine nods along, his adrenaline spiking more than it ever has for any interaction with a werewolf or a most dangerous game type with a knife.

Thus follows a brief interaction where Kaine hums or nods when appropriate, and in return learns that she's very invested in the greater accessibility of the lobby, she plays piano on a volunteer basis for the church, and she knows he's "one of Marie's injections of fresh blood" but doesn't seem interested on calling him out for not belonging here.

"Do come to the community breakfast tomorrow," she finishes, buys two cookies, and leaves.

The emotional aftermath is akin to having weathered a near-death experience.

Aracely has found an older couple to speak Spanish with and is chirping away at the same blistering clip typical of her English, but with a more fluid cadence that betrays it's at least one of her native languages. The in-his-head thing doesn't really go both ways, so he has no idea what they're talking about. Probably something he'd regret knowing. What if she is asking them about baking gods.

A guy in a priest...collar...thing...who Kaine hopes desperately is not the one he sometimes monopolizes, or, failing that, does not recognize him, has sprouted up to make polite conversation.

"Not a bad turnout today, eh?" he says.

"Good thing they moved it back into the lobby," tries Kaine.

The priest beams at him like he's repeated the secret code.

"So true," he says.

Kaine is totally mastering churches. This is great. He bets if it were Peter in his place he would have started a fight by now.

"I think that went well," says Aracely after they've retreated to the suite and she's curled back up on the couch with a bowl of...something. She stabs the contents of the bowl with a spoon. "We should definitely do that again. Socializing with your community is almost as important as scaring away all its drug lords!"

"They're not my community," says Kaine. Not just the Catholic church a few blocks away from the hotel, which he still thinks he prefers from inside an anonymous guilt box. Houston is not Kaine's community. He does not have, does not get to have, a community. (Aracely rolls her eyes in an incredibly teenagery way, projecting exasperation either at his answer or his train of thought.) "What are you eating?"

She salutes him with her spoon. "Brownie sand! It's very edible!"

"Ichh," says Kaine.

"It's good for you!" Aracely declares. She looks dubiously down at her bowl, and corrects, "It's not actively bad for you!"

"No more chocolate," says Kaine. "No more lemons. No."

"But maybe some more bake sales?"

"...Maybe."

"Yes!"

On AO3 (where the title and summary can be considered a bonus gag). Last year the GG Discord was talking about how the Marvel wiki categorizes characters by religious affiliation, which led to questioning why Kaine Parker was listed as Catholic. I reported back several months later after I read Scarlet Spider that it was because he started going to confession after being thrown through a church wall, which prompted gelpenss to pitch the mental image of Kaine showing up to one of the less cinematic things people do in churches.

#kaine parker #aracely penalba #scarlet spider #spiderman #spidey #marvel #w #fic #this corner of the fandom is dime-sized lol #i'll be real that i stopped editing this when i saw i'd accidentally authored a story with a church of exactly 1666 words like #that's too funny i'm sorry

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jawritter · 5 years ago

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Happy Birthday, Dean...

**Warnings** Some language maybe? Angst. That’s pretty much it. This one is pretty light.

A/N: Just a little drabble that I threw together for Dean’s Birthday! Hope you enjoy it! All mistakes are mine! Please don’t copy my stuff!!

Word Count: 1504

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Read, kinda, mentions of Sam x Reader

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To say you and Dean didn't like each other was an understatement.

You'd been with the Winchesters for five years now. Ever since your uncle Bobby had passed away, and you didn't have anywhere to go. They had taken you in, and from that moment on you and Dean had become worst enemies. You where certain that if it were not for Sam, Dean would have kicked you to the curb a long time ago. You weren't a hunter, well not exactly, you preferred research. You'd been raised in the life, and for that reason, coupled with the fact that you where Bobby Singer's niece, every evil thing and it's mother.. creature... whatever... knew your name. So you, like the Winchesters and every other hunter/hunter family, had one giant target painted on your back.

Lucky you.

You weren't a fighter.

Not that you couldn't, you just didn't care to. The pain involved wasn't exactly your forte, and you didn't go out looking for a fight even though you did know how to defend yourself. You made yourself useful to the boys and other hunters by becoming a female version of Bobby.

Well, without the overuse of alcohol, and the horrible taste in classic country music, not to mention a lot cleaner to say the least.

You answered phones for hunters. You did the research for more than just the Winchesters. Dean didn't really like that either, though you didn't know why. Even though you had contact via email, phone, text, and sometimes video chat you never talked to any of them in person, so you couldn't see or understand the danger. Every hunter out there knew you lived and worked with the Winchesters. So nothing in its right mind, living, dead, or the undead, dared to lay a finger on you.

You traveled with them all over the place. Staying in abandoned houses, shitty hotel rooms, and whatever else you could find. Sometimes it was just the back of the Impala. That was until they found out about being legacies, and The Bunker. Things did seem to improve after that. You all had a little more space. Definitely more personal space. That helped in and of its self. Dean though, for some reason, still seemed to hate you no matter where you were staying. You couldn't remember ever doing anything to the handsome hunter. You weren't stupid, or suicidal. You never challenged him in any way. You just didn’t get it.

After you moved into The Bunker you did classes online, and even snuck around and took some clinical work it took to get your RN. Until Dean caught you anyway and flipped his lid, screaming at you that something or someone could have found you working at that hospital late at night while you did your Clinicals, and killed you. You thought you would be helping becoming an RN, something you always wanted to do, but he insisted you where needed behind a book or a computer screen. That they had Cass to handle the healing, and they didn't need you, or your input concerning the matter of their physical health.

That was the last time you spoke directly to the elder Winchester. That night you cried yourself to sleep, and when you got up, you swore you'd never let him, or any other man, do that to you again. So you buried yourself in research and work, only speaking to Dean when it was required.

Sam, on the other hand, he was your best friend. Always had been since the moment you meet him. He seemed to get you, the two of you just click. Like two little nerds, happy to do whatever it was that you were doing together. You never got into a fight. You watched movies together. You did everything together.

When he met Eileen the two of you clicked right away as well. You knew Dean couldn't figure that out because he was always swearing that you and Sam were sleeping together even though you didn't see each other that way.

Tonight was not much different from any other night, the boys were out on another case, hunting a Wendigo from what you could guess, that’s what it looked like in the evidence pile that Sam had emailed you. They were close to wrapping it up last time Sam had texted you, but you didn't expect them back till sometime early that next morning. So that meant another night alone in The Bunker. Which honestly you were used to by now, and it sort of was the safest place in the word when you took all the warding and things like that into consideration.

You wondered your way back to your room down the hallway, a cup of coffee in hand, and the intent to watch Netflix until you finally got tired enough to fall asleep.

Settling down with your laptop you typing in your password. Your time and date popped up on your screen saver. Jan. 23, 2020. 11:34 p.m.

The date stopped you for a moment. It was Dean's birthday in less than 30 minutes time. He'd made it to 41 years old... That was something in the life you lived. Most men didn't live until they were 35, much less over 40. Bobby and Rufus were almost the only exception to the rule you'd ever meet in person. Here he was though, if he survived the next 30 minutes he would officially be 41 years old...

Sitting there in the darkness, the only light that was going was the laptop, and the dim old bedside lamp, you caught yourself thinking. That was something you didn't like to do.

Think.

It caused way too many emotions and things that you didn't want to feel. Like the fine line between love and hate you knowingly walked with Dean. Yes, you were technically enemies, and yes, you couldn't stand each other most of the time, but sitting here in the dark, thinking the words that just rolled across your mind, "If he survived the next 30 minutes,” made your heart feel like it weighed 200lbs in your chest.

The thought of Sam having to call you, and tell you that Dean was gone was almost unbearable. A single tear rolled down your face before you could even bother to wipe it away. Shit... Maybe you didn't hate Dean after all...

Was it really possible that you actually loved Dean... That you were terrified of his rejection, so you chose rather too act as his enemy because it was easier?

It crossed your mind that this hunting life was finally starting to get to you, but you shoved that aside for later. Right now the most important thing you had to face was the fact that like it or not, you were in love with Dean; and it took you imagining his death to really see it. You had it shoved so far down you believed your own lie.

Picking up the phone before you could stop yourself, you dialed Dean's phone number. It was now midnight. If he made it through this hunt, and Chuck wasn't being a total Jackass, then he'd made it to 41, but you realized something.

Being a hunter meant that there was a strong possibility that you didn't have the next five minutes, and you had worked yourself up so much that you had to hear his voice just once to settle your pounding heart and know that he was okay.

It rang and rang. The more the phone rang, the more afraid you got that you were right. That your fear was right. He hadn't survived the hunt.

Then just when you were about to give up hope and have a whole nervous breakdown, you heard the voice that made your heart standstill in your chest for at least three beats.

"Hello...."

He sounded uncertain, which you guess was normal, you had never called him before... Ever...

Normally you just made contact through Sam. You preferred to act like Dean didn't exist to you, so you ignored him.

"Y/N? Hello? Is everything okay?"

His voice more desperate now, which made you feel even worse for the way you'd been treating him. He was worried because you never called him, now he thinks something is wrong.

"H...Hey Dean," you stuttered, knowing if you didn't say something if he survived the speeding trip here he'd kill you when he saw you where unharmed.

"Is everything okay Y/N?" he asked, a little calmer now that you answered him.

"Yeah, uh, I just uh, I just was worried about you guys. I haven't heard anything since Sam's text."

Here you were lying to him again, mentally slapping yourself. Why did you keep doing this?

"Oh... Uh... Everything went fine, we're about an hour from home now. Y/N, you do know this my phone not Sam's, right?" he asked.

You couldn't understand his tone, it was, strange, soft, hopeful?

"Oh... I'm sorry Dean... Guess I got the wrong Winchester," you mumble, trying to keep your voice even.

You hang up the phone before he could question your odd behavior anymore. Looking at the disconnected call you whisper what you called him for in the first place. What you didn't have the guts to say.

"Happy Birthday, Dean...."

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Pt. 2 here!!!

30 Minutes til Midnight

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heartbeatan · 5 years ago

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Damned Royalty (Chapter 6)

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Chapter 6

Your mouth fell open and your eyes widened. You were caught. Jimin looked back at you, a salacious heat and mockery behind his glare.

“I… excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

“Are you having me followed?!” you shrieked at him.

“You took my car to that guy’s house. I didn’t need to follow you,” he took a casual sip of his wine. “If you didn’t want me to know, then perhaps next time you should be a little more fucking discrete.”

You were shocked to say the least and weren’t sure what to say to him. You felt a sense of guilt, but also a sense of defensiveness. Who did this guy think he was?

“So… did you?” Jimin asked again.

“That is none of your business!”

“No? You’re kissing me and running back to him – I’d say that’s my business.”

“It’s not,” you stood up from the island and grabbed a hold of your purse.

“Where are you going?”

“I should have never kissed you. I shouldn’t even be here with you now.”

“But you are here. Why?”

“I don’t know, Jimin. I guess I wanted to see you and talk to you about that night.”

“And to be sure I don’t tell your boyfriend that you kissed me?” he seethed. “Make sure that your plaything doesn’t ruin your perfect little world and your perfect little reputation?”

An unrivaled anger swept over you. How dare he accuse you of such things? He had you all wrong.

“Plaything? Are you serious? You’ve been toying with me since the moment we met. In a week my entire life has been turned upside down because of you and now you accuse me of using you? Fuck you!”

You often didn’t swear out loud but the words spilling from your lips felt remarkably good. You turned from him and stomped out of the kitchen as you tried to find your way towards the exit.

“Hey, hey,” Jimin abandoned the food and chased you out of the kitchen. He caught up to you quickly and grabbed a hold of your elbow to stop you, but you shook him off. He jumped in front of you, blocking your path, and raised his hands in the air in surrender. “Hey, stop. Please.”

“What?!”

“Don’t go.”

“I have no reason to stay.”

“Then stay because I want you to stay.”

"Well, I don't care what you want," you ducked around him and moved down the hall. He let you pass but followed behind you as you made your way towards the door. When you reached it, you were at a loss. Somewhere along the way you had hoped he would have stopped you again, apologized, and said the right thing, convinced you to stay. But he didn't.

Your hand reached for the handle and you flung open the door.

"Y/N," he finally called to you. You swung around to look at him.

"What?"

He stood stoic, calm. His hands dipped into his pockets and his nose pointed upwards in arrogance. The scene pissed you off even more.

"If you walk out that door… you won't be coming back here. Do you understand?"

"Ha!" you scoffed, now angrier than ever. "Get over yourself, Jimin."

With that, you stepped into the hall and turned to slam the door behind you. But before you did, you looked up to him one more time.

“By the way… he’s not my boyfriend anymore.”

A week passed, and then another. In that time, you worked diligently on the Park's file, but you had managed to avoid Park Jimin entirely. There were no phone calls, no late-night meetings. It was as if you two hadn’t met at all.

Good riddance, you told yourself often, whenever he crept back into your mind. But the distance was soon to be over. You couldn’t avoid him forever, and today was the day you were to meet – formally – to discuss the progress of the club and the restaurant, and to make a plan for next steps. It was just business meeting… but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t anxious about seeing him – dare you confess, excited.

“They’re here,” your assistant knocked on your office door. You checked your watch – he was twenty minutes early. “Oh, you look nice today!” your assistant gushed.

“Oh? Thank-you,” you tried to wave off the compliment – but you knew you looked good in your tight, black dress and gold belted waist – it was a choice you made days ago. “Send them in.”

Moments later, through the heavy glass wall of your office, you saw him. He rounded the corner and made his way down the hall towards you, following your secretary and being followed by his security. He looked just as he ever did… debonair; confident; intimidating. You watched him for only a moment, then turned your eyes to the pages before you, being sure he never caught your gaze on him.

With another small knock to your door, you looked up, smiled and thanked your secretary.

“Come in, please,” you put on the most professional greeting you could muster as you stood up and stuck out your hand to shake Jimin’s. He crooked his head slightly at the gesture but took your hand anyway. It was like being connected to the wrong end of a battery. Electricity shot up your arm as his palm met yours. It seemed he felt it too… the way he looked down at your locked hands, then rolled his gaze up to your face. But you didn’t waiver. You didn’t let him know that his touch still affected you. You didn’t want him to know at all that you were still thinking about him. You wanted him to think himself a bug in your presence. “Have a seat.”

Jimin took his seat, undoing the button of his jacket, hoisting one ankle over one knee and smoothing out his tie as he sank himself into the seat. He reached back towards one of his security men and snapped his fingers. Immediately, the man pulled out a file from a suitcase and handed it to Jimin.

“You can leave now,” Jimin spoke, and promptly, both security exited the room.

“Let’s begin,” you said as you folded your hands and leaned against your desk – not entirely unaware that it would amplify the deep neck of your dress. “We’ve already secured two permits for two possible locations of the new strip club.”

“Already?” Jimin seemed impressed. “Typically, it takes me months and a few bribes to pull that sort of thing off.”

“I’m good at what I do, Mr. Park.” His eyes flashed as you said it, but you ignored it. “We just need you to make a decision as to which place you prefer before we go any further.”

“Great. When do we go?”

“I can have one of my team escort you there after this along with a contractor so you can have a better idea of what work needs to be done.”

“I don’t want one of your team. I want you.”

You crossed your arms in front of your chest and leaned back into your chair, swiveling it enough to be sure Jimin could get a nice long look at your legs. He certainly did, and you pressed your lips into a mild smirk as you watched him.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Park,” you spoke softly. “But I’m meeting someone else after this.”

You watched as he inhaled deeply, and his eyes darkened. He didn’t like that answer, and he knew that you were patronizing him.

“I asked for you to head this project.”

“And I’m doing just that. I promise you, Mr. Park., you’ll get everything you want.”

“We’ll see about that.”

You grinned smugly back at him. Then pulled yourself back to your desk and flipped through to the next page of your file.

“Let’s discuss contracts for the restaurant.”

When he wasn’t trying to get under your skin – or when you were able to prevent him from getting under your skin – Jimin was impressively easy to work with. He knew his stuff. He knew his numbers. He knew what he wanted. But he was also willing and ready to consider many of your suggestions and input. This was another side of him you hadn’t seen before. Up to now, he spent your billable hours either pursuing you or avoiding the subject of business entirely. But today was different. His hand moved fluidly across the pages strung about his lap as he took notes and managed figures. He responded assertively when he was sold on his choices. Overall, you found his work persona to be not only convenient, but incredibly sexy.

“Is there anything else?” he asked when you both had struck all your discussion items off your list.

“I have nothing else,” you closed your file. “Unless there’s something else you wanted to discuss?”

“There is,” he closed his file and set it aside, then leaned forward, balancing his elbows over his knees. “Come over to my place tonight.”

You looked up to him. His eyes had changed again. He had abandoned business and was now back to looking at you like you were the prey to his predator – the way he looked at you weeks ago.

“I thought I wasn’t to ever come back to your place again,” you threw his words back at him.

“It was a lie. I didn’t want you to leave that night.”

“Well, you sure have a way of showing it,” you scoffed.

“I know,” he sighed. “I know. I’m… I don’t know how to do this.”

“Do what?”

“Jealousy. I’m not used to not getting what I want. I’m not used to not being in control.”

“I’m not yours to control, Jimin.”

“I know,” he sighed again. He was struggling with whatever he was trying to say. “What do I need to do to change your mind?”

“Apologize, Jimin,” you cocked your eyebrow at him in near disbelief. He didn’t seem to get it – perhaps he had never apologized for anything in his life.

“That’s it.”

“Yes.”

He shuffled a bit in his chair and looked uncomfortably away from you. When it seemed he found his way, he let out a small cough then looked back to you.

“I’m sorry,” he said. You almost laughed. It really was difficult for him. “Is that good enough.”

“Yes. I forgive you.”

Your office then became quiet – neither of you knowing quite what to do next. When it became to much, you sighed and with and “ok,” you began packing up your things.

“So, you’ll come over tonight?” Jimin asked hesitantly.

“I don’t know, Jimin,” you sighed again.

“I thought you forgave me.”

“I do, but… I just don’t know where we go from here.”

“Can’t we just start over?”

“I don’t know exactly what it was we were starting,” you confessed.

“Come over tonight and we’ll figure it out,” he spoke softly. Not at all the commanding, smug way he normally spoke to you. You took a long breath in through your nose as you looked him over from top to bottom. His shoulders were tensed, and his face was for the first time ever, cautious. You should’ve said “no.” You knew that. Even with Jinhyun out of the picture, Jimin was dangerous. Volatile. No good for you. How would spending time with him at all be a good idea? But the butterflies in your gut told you to say “yes.” Your beating heart told you to say “yes.” Your humming body told you to say “yes.”

“Fine,” you replied curtly. “I’ll come.”

“Good,” Jimin’s soften face curved into something more sadistic. Then he was sure to rake your body from toes to neck before he said, “Make sure you wear that God damned dress.”

That was how you found yourself seated at Jimin’s island once again, watching him cook while you sipped on a glass of wine in your tight black dress. Just before you left the office, you accessorized it with a little extra jewelry and a little extra lipstick.

“Are you sure I can’t help you?” you asked him for the third time.

“You really want to help?” he chuckled. “Alright. C’mon over here.”

You slipped yourself from the chair and walked over to his side of the counter. “What can I do?”

“Do you know how to baste a steak?”

“No,” you pouted a little and he laughed at you again.

“Here,” he said as his hands landed on your hips and he guided you to stand in front of the searing pan. It was the simplest of touches, but his hand felt like fire over your skin and shot a wave of excitement through your body. “Put your hand here,” he took your left hand in his and brought it to the pan handle. “Tilt the pan a little, and with your other hand,” he reached over and placed a spoon in your free hand, then enclosed his fingers around yours, “scoop the butter like this and drizzle it over top.” His chin grazed your bare shoulder, and you could feel the heat radiating off his chest against your back. You were sure your insides were becoming hotter than the stove top pan you had in your clutches.

“That’s it,” Jimin whispered in your ear. He dropped his hand you’re your and slid them down your sides to your hips once again. You pursed your lips. Your body began to sway like a magnet desperate to pull him into you. Soon enough, he figured it out, and you felt his hips press against your backside as he stepped in closer to you. You kept at your task, but before long, your hips began to swivel ever so slightly against his.

“Mmm,” you heard a small groan from the back of his throat. The corner of your mouth curved up in a smug satisfaction.

“How am I doing?” you whispered back to him.

“Fucking amazing,” he said back.

Hot. Wet. Heavy. Hands. Tongues. You grabbed at each other as you made your way down the hall – presumably - towards Jimin’s bedroom. You weren’t even sure how you made it this far.

You remember how he had you - pressed into the counter. Your hands on the cool marble, his hips rocking slowly against your ass. You remember thinking “this is how he’d fuck me.” You remember how he snapped them harder, and how it stole your breath – and how it stole your cry. You remember how his hands made their way up to your breasts, and how he kneaded them roughly as he mouthed at your neck. You remember how you leaned into it, leaned into him as you threaded your fingers through his hair.

Somewhere, you must’ve abandoned the food. Somewhere, he must’ve told you had badly he wanted you. Somewhere, you must’ve told him how badly you wanted him. Somewhere, he must’ve took you by the hand and led you towards his bedroom, but somewhere along the way, you must’ve needed his lips, needed his body, needed him again.

“Jimin,” you panted.

“Yes, princess,” he whispered against your lips.

“Please,” you whined.

“Please what?”

“I want…”

“Say it, princess. Tell me what you want,” he dipped his head and licked a line across your collarbone. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

“Ugh!” you moaned as he pressed his leg in between your thighs.

“Tell me,” he commanded.

“I want you to fuck me,” you whispered.

“I can’t hear you.” He could – you knew that – but he wanted you to demand it.

“Please, Jimin, I… oh! I want you to fuck me!”

“That’s my girl,” you could hear his cocky smile behind his words. “I’m gonna take such good care of you.”

“Ugh!” you whined again as he kicked his knee harder into you.

When you finally made it to the bedroom, your body was shaking. This was it - you were really going to go through with it - with him. It was terrifying – but you couldn’t stop yourself. You began to claw at him, just like you did your last night with Jinhyun when you needed him to make you feel good. But Jimin wasn’t Jinhyun, and he had other plans. You felt his hand wrap itself behind your neck. He then dug his finger into your jaw, forcing you to look up at him as he pulled you roughly apart. He looked down at you, his eyes ablaze with desire and dominance. It sent a shiver down your spine as it pinned you in place.

“Don’t think for a second that this is going to be over quickly,” he graveled. “And don’t think for a second that I’m not gonna make you pay for leaving me that night.”

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lovelyirony · 5 years ago

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dsjhfjkdj winteriron with that fight prompt would be god tier please give us that gift

Here’s something that most know about Tony Stark: he doesn’t keep his mouth shut, and he likes to know everything. It took many deals to make sure he didn’t tell the US people exactly what was in Area 51.

(He made the sure the deal expires two years from now, there’s no way in fuck he’s not telling people about the whole North Dakota thing.)

Tony has grown up with power. He knows how to manipulate it, how others manipulate it, and he’s not afraid of it. That’s a dangerous thing, to not be afraid of power. But when you run an influential company that can make or break people at an alarming rate, but not that alarming because he doesn’t use it for evil, then it’s...well.

You’re not scared of threats. And if the people threatening you are smart, they’ll realize why.

This is why when Alexander Pierce walks into his office and charmingly tells him all about his plan to threaten Tony Stark with death and blackmail of the sexual kind involving two men, Tony snorts.

“Pierce, fire whoever the fuck got you that little blackmail. Half of America has seen my asshole before, it’s not anything new. It’ll just be more material that people see, and to be quite frank, I don’t think my sleeping with men will hurt literally anything besides some conservatives with children or community or whatever, but I couldn’t give less of a shit. Tell me, does my ass look good in that video? I wasn’t sure that time around...”

Pierce turns red with rage. Tony’s used to it.

“As for death,” he steamrolls on. “Go for it. I assume since I stopped creating weapons you have Hammer weapons now or some incredibly old Stark weaponry, which is hard to find given the fact that there’s an order to destroy all of it or donate it to a museum. And if it’s neither and you’re planning on a knife or anything, go right ahead. Try and kill me. I guarantee you won’t.”

“You have no idea who you’re going up against,” Pierce warns, voice turning low and gravelly.

Tony laughs. “I’m going up against an old leader of a mob named Hydra who had to hide because of my Aunt Peggy being the most terrifying leader around. You couldn’t make a move. And now you’re recruiting people, but you think you’re being so slick about it. I can and will make sure that you are burned along with the rest of your little game. That sound nice?”

“And how will you do that?” Pierce asks. “You think you can find all of us?”

“Yes,” Tony says easily. (He doesn’t know this, but like. It’s Hydra. How hard can it be?) “Because if you’re so reliant on your own power status, then how easily will it be for your organization to crumble?”

Pierce is sent away, and Tony tweets out that he got threatened. Casual Wednesday stuff. Then he says he’s flying away for safety.

This is a flat-out lie. Pepper knows it. Rhodey knows it. Maybe someone reading the tweet in the middle of Wisconsin knows it, hell if Tony can guess.

But the point is, no one else will think it’s a lie, especially when he sends a plane over somewhere tropical.

He’s staying put in New York. The best lie is one that is grand, multiple small holes in this lie, and one that doesn’t involve not going out in public. Everyone else will be looking for Pierce. Not Tony Stark.

Tony is looking for someone else--or rather, a group.

They call themselves the Avengers. A group of people that rival Pierce in power, although their group is smaller and more concentrated at getting people out of positions of power.

It’s understandable.

Tony walks right into their office building.

There’s a guy who he thinks is Clint? He spills his ramen.

“Oh fuck, my ramen,” he whines. “What the fuck are you doing here, Stark?”

“I have a favor to ask,” Tony says with a shrug. “Who do I talk to about favors? And your security? It lacks, to be completely honest. I expected more from you all.”

“Security is me,” comes a voice from behind. Tony side-steps a charge from a woman who was lunging for him.

“Ms. Romanov, I expected more from someone who worked for my company for six months.”

“You remember?” Natasha asks, surprised.

“Natasha I do love my scotch, but not enough to black out anymore,” Tony says. “Honestly, who do you take me for? A floozy?”

She smiles.

“Good to have you here, Stark. Wish the circumstances could be better. Let me take you to Barnes.”

Well. Tony Stark was not expecting Barnes to look like that. He wasn’t expecting any of them, to be completely honest.

“Is the expectation to be attractive and a model?” Tony asks. “Is this your interview process for new candidates? Wow. Okay.”

James Barnes stares at him.

“Why are you here?”

“Alexander Pierce,” Tony says. “He tried to threaten me in my own offices, and I’d like to destroy him. A bit of an impulsive project, but I bet he’s going to infest more things if we’re not careful. I want your help.”

“Consider it done,” Barnes says. No thought needed. Natasha looks at him. “What did you have in mind?”

“I am technologically gifted,” Tony says. “I already have gotten into some files that definitely are not for the public and I’ve found a lot of people that are Hydra. We need to round them up, encircle Pierce, and get him to break. Preferably on national television, but that’s just my own flair for the dramatic coming up.”

James nods. He reaches out his hand. The metal one.

It’s meant to intimidate people, tell them that that’s their fate if they fuck up the deal.

Tony stares at it almost with reverence, a bit of confusion, and then understanding.

“Your fingers need to be re-calibrated soon. And I’m going to replace something in your arm.”

“What?”

Tony laughs.

“Barnes, you’re wearing an arm I created. I know it as well as you do, maybe better. I want you to come down to my shop some time this week and have it worked on, if you’re comfortable with that.”

And so the deal starts.

“Do we think this is a good idea?” Steve asks cautiously. “Is this seriously just something he decides on a whim?”

“Steve, I’m going to pretend like you questioning the most famous billionaire of all time but not for shitty reasons is asking us for help,” Bruce says. “I am planning on taking full advantage of this and breaking into his labs for science reasons since I’m not trusted with a Bunsen burner here.”

“You used it to make soup and it ended horribly,” Clint reminds him. “And I know, because I supported you.”

“You’re the only one on this team who does,” Bruce says.

Bucky does bring Bruce along. He’s figuring that part of the deal can be that Bruce can actually use a real lab.

Tony’s focus zeroes in on Bruce, actually.

“So, this is where Dr. Banner’s been hiding,” Tony says. “I’ve been looking around for you for quite some time, Bruce.”

Bruce blushes.

“Well, thank you Dr. Stark.”

Bucky raises an eyebrow.

“Bruce here is a legend in the scientific community for two reasons,” Tony says. “He was the first to call Richard Reed a little bitch, and his scientific papers are the stuff of legend. I presume you want a lab?”

“If it’s not too much.”

“Nope, not at all. After everything is done, you’ll have a lab here.” Bruce gapes, and Bucky clears his throat.

Tony’s gaze returns to Bucky.

“So, what can I help you out with?”

“Strategy. And I’m wondering what kind of help you have.”

Tony nods, flipping a picture of a man on his desk.

“Thor. And his brother, but his brother is kind of...temperamental. I think he’ll most likely help because I told him that he could use crazy straws and shaving cream for unknown purposes.”

Bucky raises an eyebrow.

“Trust me, it’ll be worth it. But Thor is good at being discreet, also using an incredible amount of force.”

“His name is Thor,” Bucky states. “For real?”

“As far as I’ve found,” Tony mentions. “I’ve connected him to Rogers and Romanov, they’re already planning together tonight.”

“Then why have us here?” Bucky asks.

“Because I’m getting Bruce’s lab set up with input, and I’m fixing your arm,” Tony says. “So both of you, follow me to my home.”

Bruce is giddy. Beyond giddy. It’s the first time Bucky’s seen a smile on his face for longer than a minute.

(Okay well, a second time. The first time was when Steve tripped over three socks.)

Tony leads Bucky to his “garage” which is full of cars worth more than Bucky’s entire life, and they sit at two chairs as Tony gets out his tools.

“When’s the last time you had a maintenance check?”

“Uh...when I got the arm?” Bucky asks. “Wasn’t exactly aware of maintenance checks.”

“I bet you had Ted as your person,” Tony grumbles. “Hated that dude. Well you can always come and get it tuned up, no charge. They didn’t tell you that. I’ll have to remind them.”

Bucky’s surprised at Tony’s easy confidence, the way his shop is laid out.

He smiles at the robots that curiously come up to investigate.

“Dad has a couple of new friends,” Tony explains. “U and Dum-E, please don’t poke Bucky in the side, he might--”

Bucky laughs, flinching away as the screwdriver drops from Tony’s hand.

“Do that,” Tony says, bending down to pick up the screwdriver. He gets a random bolt, one of the larger ones.

“Go see if you can pick this up with your claws,” Tony says, throwing it in the opposite direction. The bots squeal after it. Tony sends a look to Bucky.

“Kids. They’re a mess.”

“You named them...that?” Bucky says.

“Yup,” Tony says. “The one that’s anxiously looking behind the couch is U, like the letter. He really liked pointing when he was first born and the first word he learned was ‘you.’ He’s a cutie. The charmer there who’s spinning and trying to show off his new tape that Pepper decorated him with is Dum-E. He’s a drama queen. I have no idea where he gets it from, honestly.”

Bucky laughs.

From then, Bucky and Tony work in close quarters together. It’s nice, honestly. They’ve been cracking down on Hydra, driving them into a smaller and smaller circle.

“You think after all this is over, you want to get dinner some time?” Tony asks.

Bucky smiles. “I’d love that. Where do you want to go?”

“Your choice,” Tony says. “As a thank you for helping.”

“Anything for you, doll.”

And then Tony gets kidnapped. By all accounts he’s not sure why he wasn’t expecting it. Maybe because it was a Sunday night, and you shouldn’t kidnap people on Sunday nights. It’s rude is what it is.

They also punch his mouth, which ugh. That just ruined his good days of not having any chapped lips. He was working hard on that particular aspect.

Bucky goes into overdrive. He didn’t think this would happen because Tony is a very central figure to the city, a figure to the US. To be this ballsy? It’s a death sentence.

He knows death sentences quite well. Been on a few himself.

Hydra should be quaking, because he’s getting his knives strapped.

Hydra is not quaking. Or in fear. It’s because they have quite the large ego, which no organization should have. But powerful men who have another powerful man in their grasp tend to think the world is bowing to them, when in fact the world does not give a shit but their enemies do.

This is why Bucky breaks into the building in two minutes (personal best), throat-punches six people, and finds Tony singing “Turn Back Time” as loudly as possible.

“Oh! You’re here!” Tony says. “I was beginning to think I’d have to drive the guards to insanity.”

“Who did this to you,” Bucky asks, tilting Tony’s chin up in his grasp. He can see dried blood on the corners. He hates that Tony had to go through with that.

“Bucky, it was Hydra, who else?” Tony says. “Pierce if we’re being specific. But you might want to stop doing that or I’m gonna get hot and bothered under the collar, which isn’t my style. You wanna break out of here or stay with me? I’m not fond of the last option.”

“Then why give it as an option?”

“I don’t know!” Tony yelps, grabbing one of Bucky’s knives and throwing it at a man’s leg. “But let’s get out of here. Or at least, to their file room. They keep files. What losers.”

Bucky laughs.

“Got it doll. Let’s go.”

For the record, it’s a huge success. Pierce gets taken away in handcuffs for roughly about life in prison, unless their prison system decides he’s been good after about ten years, and then he might get released. Who knows. Point is, Bucky and Tony will both be alive in ten years, prepared to make sure he goes to jail again or they’ve reformed the jail system by then. It’s all up in the air, really.

But they’re doing it together. Which is all the more important.

#lovelyirony writes #winteriron #bucky barnes #tony stark #i meant to write more thorbruce up in this bitch but didn't smh #bruce banner #thor #mob au

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beautifulterriblequeen · 5 years ago

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It’s discussed a lot about how Callum will react to Runaan when he gets out of the coin, but how do you think some of the other human characters would react to him? Like Soren, Amaya and Gren (it’s unclear if Gren ever actually *saw* Runaan, but for argument’s sake, let’s say he did.)

Ooh what a fun question, anon!

Let’s see, Soren. Well, by the time Runaan is freed, Soren will probably have had months or years as Rayla’s ally, even if he spends all his time with Ezran as his Crownguard. I also hope that Soren gets some real-world experience and education at the Storm Spire and in Lux Aurea before he returns to Katolis, if Ezran’s going to return to being king (which, idk, technically I think Soren’s king now, actually, as VIren’s heir, but that’s a whole ‘nother post).

Soren is a genuinely warm guy. If he gets some time to learn about what Avizandum and Zubeia’s side of the war has been like, as well as Khessa and Janai’s, he’ll have a pretty balanced viewpoint on the conflict as a whole, which will make him a really solid adviser for Ezran, considering the training and actual battle experience he already has.

He may even contribute to the chain of events that frees Runaan, since he’s the one who put Runaan in the dungeon in the first place. His piece of the puzzle is that Runaan isn’t dead, and was imprisoned instead of being killed, and he knows exactly where and how, and also what Runaan looks like. He got a fistful of that long white hair, which is Runaan’s most distinctive physical trait (out of several, okay), so if anyone ever brings up that hair–Soren included–it’ll be obvious who’s being referred to, and that could direct various characters in their hunt/quest to free/locate him.

But what would he do upon seeing Runaan again? They’ll definitely remember each other. I think the key element will be this: time has passed eventfully for Soren, but it won’t have passed in the same way for Runaan. He’ll be stuck, trapped out of the world, alone with the same thoughts over and over again and no new input to help him grow and change. So Soren will probably have come a long way in his personal development, while Runaan won’t have done much more than spin in circles and rethink his choices.

I think the first thing Runaan would do is go on the defensive–or the offensive–with any weapon he can possibly get his hands on, and the first thing Soren would do is to hold up his hands and say, “Whoa there, Rayla’s Pointy Dad Number Two, I’m not gonna pull your hair this time. Promise.

“And uhh, look. I wanna apologize on behalf of my dad. Viren. The old High Mage who kept you prisoner? I made some bad choices when I listened to him. And what he did to you was wrong. And I was wrong to help him. I thought I was helping my country when I did what he and my sister told me to do. But I ended up hurting people who didn’t deserve it.

“And Rayla–she’s great, by the way, taught me how to sweep the leg and everything–she’s helped me understand a lot about myself.. Because she and I, we have a lot in common. Trying to do the best we can for our dads being one of those things, and all.

“So, what I’m trying to say while you’re still deciding if you’re gonna stab me is this: I’m sorry. I’ve been to the Storm Spire, I’ve lived in Lux Aurea, and I, I get it now. The whole war thing. And, who we are inside it. People like you and me. Warriors, fighting to protect people we love. I’ve learned to see more than I ever thought I could. More than my dad wanted me to.

“So… really please don’t stab me, because I’m just trying to do what my king says: we don’t have to fight back. We don’t have to continue the cycle. You killed my last king, and I couldn’t stop you. And, yeah, that still hurts, not gonna lie. But Ezran’s my king now. And I’d follow him to the ends of the earth. If… the earth… has ends. Geometry wasn’t my best class. Anyway. So how about we talk, you and me, okay, just a couple of badasses, and we’ll try not to fall back on old habits, yeah? Cool. And… how many pushups do you think you can do?”

And Runaan hasn’t said a single word the whole time. He’s just let Soren go on and on and on. But Soren’s been paying attention to Rayla, trying to understand his new ally whenever he can. So he’s been very slowly stepping closer to Runaan, keeping his hands in sight and open, using Rayla’s mannerisms. And that whole message hits Runaan just as hard as hearing Rayla’s name on Soren’s lips. Soren does know Rayla. Knows her well. Things have changed. And he’s going to need to go slow so he doesn’t make a mistake. He’ll never let Soren into his blind spot, but he’ll play along after that show of information. He’ll look Soren up and down and say, “More than you can,” and Soren will grin like a little kid, because he’s just made peace instead of war, and he’s so proud of himself!

Aww, Soren is like hay. He’s great.

Amaya: afawk she hasn’t met Runaan directly, so unless they have some clashy backstory, Amaya’s attitude toward him will be a combination of “This dude killed my brother-in-law/king” and “this dude is my nephew’s girlfriend’s dad”.

By the time Amaya meets Runaan, she’ll know about Rayllum and how strong and steady it’s become. She’ll have Janai by her side. She’ll know about the power of love, and that overt aggression toward Runaan for taking Harrow won’t go over well with Rayla, and maybe not with Callum either. Plus, they’re all trying to move forward in peace, and her relationship with Janai is a big symbol of that. So on one hand, she’s a walking symbol of peace through love. And on the other, she can offer Runaan an olive branch to achieve peace through forgiveness.

A big influence is going to be how well Amaya and Rayla get along. I’d love to see Amaya teaching Rayla ASL because Rayla wants to be able to send silent messages. It’s a very Moonshadow form of communication, and Runaan talks a lot with his hands already, so Rayla’s primed for a new language there, I think. And the more time they spend bonding, the more Amaya’s tolerance will rise.

She may have the hardest time forgiving Runaan, out of everyone. Callum has a huge heart. Ezran is a soft boy through and through. Soren would identify with Rayla pretty strongly, with their dark dads. Gren’s too nice not to feel for Runaan. But Amaya’s whole job has been defending Katolis from elves. And she failed, and her brother-in-law died at Runaan’s hands. So part of her hangup with him will be her own guilt. I’m not sure they’ll ever be friendly.

Callum has more reason to hate Runaan than Amaya, but he’s young and in love with Runaan’s daughter, so he’s got motive and ability to be emotionally flexible. Amaya, for all her love of Janai, might not be quite as flexible toward a Moonshadow assassin whose actions put her nephew on the throne and destabilized Katolis, leaving it vulnerable to a coup and warmongering at Viren’s hands.

So, I think their meeting might go a bit like this: Amaya sees Runaan for the first time after he’s freed. It’s probably not immediately after. He’ll have a chance to find some shirts and eat something, probably heal up as much as he’s going to. And then they’ll come face to face. They’ll warily study each other for a long moment. And then Amaya will shrug and smirk, and Runaan will narrow his eyes, and she’ll punch him as hard as she can, and he’ll let her. Everyone will get caught off guard. Janai and Ethari, if they’re there, will step forward immediately to see to their partners and eye each other warily. But it’ll be Amaya and Runaan who tell them to calm down. Everything just got worked out, as much as it’s ever going to be.

Unless someone attacks Rayllum. Then I’ll get my cherished hc of Runaan and Amaya fighting back to back. It won’t matter what they’re fighting against. They’ll both be all in. Trusting Rayllum’s other stabby parent would definitely bond them more than anything else ever could.

And now for my sweet boy Gren: Gren is really empathetic, and he knows what Runaan’s last days before the coin were like. Gren had it easy--food, water, light, getting to stand up, not having to endure the odd magical experiment. Runaan wasn’t so lucky. We all saw the level of concern Gren had for his fellow prisoner down the hallway when Runaan started screaming. We saw his horror as he realized what Viren had done and how Runaan was still alive inside that creepy tiny prison coin.

Gren probably didn’t get a very good look at Runaan in the coin, but he’s very good with voices, and he’d recognize Runaan’s in a heartbeat. He could hear everything he and Viren said down the hall. He knew to ask about Xadian fruit, which means he overheard the “Moonshadow elf thing” comment. He knew darn well that Runaan was a Moonshadow--could easily guess that he was one of the assassins--and he was still horrified at his fate. Gren doesn’t carry a weapon--he prefers to talk. And talk and talk and talk. I bet there are plenty of things Gren wouldn’t wish on his worst enemy, and getting coined is one of them now.

So this poor soft dungeon boy, who called down the hall trying to get Runaan to chat and never got an answer, only heard him talking to Viren, what would his reaction be upon seeing Runaan again? Upon hearing him?

Gren would wait for all the “more important” people to speak to Runaan first. Janai, Amaya, Rayla and Callum. And then he’d step forward when Runaan was available and try to have a quick word. He’d stand mirroring Runaan, trying to use Moonshadow body language as best he could. Maybe he picked some of it up from Rayla. And he’d want to speak, but have no real idea what to say.

“Hey. I’m glad you’re okay. What Viren did to you was... wrong. Really wrong. No one should have to go through that, no matter what. I... just wanted you to know that I’m sorry. I... would’ve helped you out... but...” And here Gren gets caught up in his own memories. He’d tried to stay positive in the dungeon, and he could help himself all day long, but he couldn’t help the guy screaming down the hall. Gren’s no pushover, but that whole experience was really hard for him. The walls of that dungeon start to close in around him again.

“You did,” Runaan says. Reluctantly, but not unkindly. He was too busy trying to hunger strike to appreciate Gren’s overtures of friendliness, but once in the coin, Runaan had ages to contemplate every tiny detail of his imprisonment and what led to it. And Gren would be a bafflingly bright spot. No discernible motive. Just a soft, genuine human who tried to cheer Runaan up despite knowing who he was and what he had done.

And that’s all the encouragement Gren needs. He got to be helpful and communicate and do something good, and that’s all he’s ever wanted to do. He’ll glue himself to Runaan’s side for as long as the elf will put up with him, trying to learn as much as he can about Moonshadows. And Runaan will let him, for the most part, because the true measure of a person is how they treat someone who can do nothing for them. And when Runaan could offer Gren absolutely nothing in the dungeon, Gren offered him kindness and consideration. That’s worth a little bit of Moonshadow trust, and Gren will eagerly use what he leans from Runaan to aid in his ability to make peaceful overtures between Xadia and Katolis.

I think that in general, human reactions to Runaan will be muted by the existence of Rayllum. If Rayla weren’t his daughter, and if Callum weren’t her boyfriend, then I do think some characters would react more angrily to him. But Rayllum is bringing peace and holding it together as the first link, and no one wants to challenge that and cause war again over an enemy combatant who was doing his job by taking out a kingkiller. In the face of Rayllum’s peace and love, Runaan will probably get a bit softer of a landing than he deserves. The humans will get a chance to do what Ezran did: to forgive instead of striking back.

#soren #amaya #gren #runaan #tdp speculation #tdp #asks #janai #ethari #callum #rayla #ezran #viren

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caught-in-a-seesaw-stigma · 5 years ago

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Peripheral, Part 6

Author’s Note: Jin is so much fun to write! This is coming out a little later than I expected, but I hit a little block in the middle of it. I think it turned out pretty good though. Enjoy and look forward to the next POV (already in progress). Let me know what you guys think of the story so far!

Pairings: OT7 x reader; Jin x reader

Series Summary: An unfortunate accident leaves Kim Namjoon with amnesia, and Big Hit, BTS, ARMY, and the entire world is desperate to help him regain his memories and knowledge. Fortunately, a new genetics company has successfully created a system to alter our brains into human databases which can help someone regain knowledge and memories through a simple input/output exchange. Can this new invention give us back our beloved leader?

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Idol AU

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ cursing, dirty talk, food play, fingering, Jin learning Spanish, soft Dom Jin, daddy kink, teasing, orgasm denial, hair pulling, ass play, cream pie, shower sex, oral sex (female receiving), spanking, squirting, aftercare king Jin

Word Count: 9K+

“Y/N-ah, can you hand me those bottles by the coffee maker?” asked Jin sweetly. “I need to marinate the meat while we finish preparing the rest of the tteokguk.”

After grabbing the bottles of sesame oil, mirin, soy sauce, and rice wine from the counter, Y/N made her way over to Jin with a buoyant smile on her face. She was learning the ins and outs of Korean cuisine from a true lover of food who had absolute finesse in the kitchen. His knowledge was boundless as was his tendency to flirt while preparing the dish.

“Thank you, gorgeous,” murmured Jin playfully. “You can put those right here next to this bowl. Can you please check on the rice cakes and make sure they’re thawing out in that water?”

Before she could shuffle off to check, he leaned in to kiss Y/N on the cheek to thank her for bringing over the marinade ingredients. He’d been like this since Jimin and Taehyung finished up the dishes and wandered off to their room. His playfulness was almost on par with his flirtatious nature, and he wasn’t holding anything back. It was like they were a newlywed couple making dinner in their new home. Y/N couldn’t tell if this change in demeanor was a result of their earlier conversation or because he was preparing food for his beloved best friend.

A little column A, a little column B?

“The rice cakes are almost ready, Jinnie,” Y/N chirped. “Shall I bring them over to you, precioso?”

“Hey!” he exclaimed hotly. “If you’re going to start calling me cute names in Spanish, then I’m going to have to start using Korean words on you, jagiya.”

“Is that so, chulo?” she purred while reaching up to pinch his cheek. “I hope you have more ammunition than I do.”

“Oh, just you wait, naesarang,” he countered, pulling her into his arms. “This could go on for quite some time.”

The two of them grinned at each other ridiculously, and it almost seemed like Jin was going to lean in to kiss Y/N, but then the kitchen timer went off. Y/N slid her arms up and around Jin’s neck and pulled his reddened ear down to her lips.

“Jinnie, mi amor,” she cooed. “I think the broth is ready.”

Before she released him, she placed a light kiss to his neck, just below his ear and giggled wickedly when Jin shuddered against her.

“Oh man, gongjunim,” he groaned lightly. “You play dirty. Such a bad girl.”

Y/N winked at him and then bounced off to collect the eggs from the refrigerator. Jin had tasked her with making the egg garnish while he finished the broth and brisket.

After setting the steaming broth aside on the stove, Jin pulled out a saucepan for Y/N to use while she prepared the eggs. He had to admit that he was overcome with blinding contentment.

It actually feels like I’m cooking dinner with my wife. This is so nice.

“Why the big smile, Jin-Jin?” questioned Y/N. “Thinking about me?”

“Of course, jagi,” teased Jin. “What else could bring a smile like this to my handsome face?”

Jin swept his hand across his face for emphasis and made a big show of blowing a kiss across the kitchen to her. She rolled her eyes in response, but the smile never left her face. They were both enjoying this little game way too much. It was only a matter of time before one of them took it a step too far.

What’s “too far,” really?

Y/N studied the eggs she’d separated and beaten into glass bowls and thought about what seasoning she would need to add. Her bottom lip unknowingly slipped in between her teeth as the wheels in her head turned.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Jin chastised her from across the kitchen. “If you keep it up, I’ll have to punish you, yeonin.”

Confusion fluttered across Y/N’s features as she tilted her head at Jin. He was smirking as he mixed the meat and marinade together by hand. She arched an eyebrow when he looked at her and he shook his head at her and groaned.

“Yah, that lip,” he pointed out. “If you keep biting on it like that, I’m not going to be able to control myself. Behave yourself, aein, or you’re going to regret it.”

Y/N pouted and glanced down at her lips and then back at Jin. The temptation to defy Mr. Tall, Lean, & Handsome was difficult to resist, but they were literally in the middle of something important. She watched as he covered the meat with plastic wrap and then walked over to check on the rice cakes thawing on the counter.

Hmmm, maybe later.

Meanwhile, she stepped in front of the spice cabinet and started rooting around for the essentials. She found the salt fairly easily, but she was having trouble reaching the ground pepper. The container was just beyond her grasp. Jin noticed her struggle and stepped behind her to help.

“Need some help, yeppeo?” Jin murmured into her hair. “Is my angel too short to reach?”

“Jin,” Y/N whined while still reaching for the container of ground pepper. “Don’t just stand there, help me.”

Instead of handing her the container, Jin wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a back hug. She slammed her palms onto the counter in defeat as he nuzzled into her hair. His hands shifted to hold her hips in place, and Y/N let out a frustrated huff and leaned her head back onto his chest.

“How is that helpful?” Y/N pouted. “You were supposed to hand me that pepper, querido.”

“You know, this isn’t really fair,” Jin suddenly muttered. He released his grip and stepped away from her. Y/N turned around to face him and was relieved to see that he just appeared contemplative and not upset.

“What’s not fair, Jin-ah?” asked Y/N. “Is something wrong?”

“Yeah, there is,” he confirmed. “You know what all my Korean words mean, but I don’t understand your Spanish words. You need to teach me these words. Maybe I can use them to show my love for all the Latin ARMY.”

Y/N erupted into giggles at his serious expression. He genuinely wanted to acquire this new vocabulary for the sole purpose of addressing his fans in their native tongue. It was almost too cute to bear.

“Ok, Jinnie,” agreed Y/N. “I will teach you some words in Spanish while we cook. Just let me know what words and I will teach you how to pronounce them properly. Sound good?”

“Yes,” Jin beamed. “Maybe I’ll practice by using them on you.”

He winked at her and she shook her head with a chuckle. He lifted her chin so she could look him in the eyes and he leaned forward slowly. She blinked twice and his face kept descending closer and closer to her own. A sharp intake of breath and a flutter of closing eyelashes later and Y/N felt soft lips on her forehead and a small container placed into her hands. She opened her eyes and looked down at the tin of ground pepper in her hands and she pursed her lips and nodded her head in amusement.

Jin booped her on the nose and grinned. He was clearly happy with her reaction.

“What’s the matter, Y/N-ah,” he cooed at her. “Was my gongjunim expecting something else?”

“Princesa,” she corrected. “Princess in Spanish is princesa. It’s the equivalent of gongjunim in Korean.”

“Plin-seh-sa?” Jin attempted with a grimace. “I can’t get the “r” sound to come out like yours.”

“It takes practice, Jinnie,” she said encouragingly. “Try to roll the “r” with your tongue so it doesn’t sound so much like an “l” sound.”

Y/N continued to help Jin with his pronunciation as they continued preparing the tteokguk. Jin practiced his new word over and over again. Within a few minutes, he’d felt comfortable enough to toss it into their conversation. Y/N was rolling the egg omelets and cutting them into strips while he finished cooking the meat, and he felt a surge of pride watching her excellent knife skills.

“Very good, princesa,” he praised. “With your skills, we could create some delicious things in this kitchen, yeah?”

Y/N shivered at his accent. His voice dropped an octave as he rolled his “r” and morphed into something sultry and provocative. The timbre of his voice evoked multitudinous images in her mind and she struggled to shove them aside as she finished preparing the garnish.

After packing the egg garnish into a container, Y/N leaned against the counter and watched as Jin put the finishing touches on the tteokguk. It smelled incredible and there was no doubt about the superb flavor combinations he’d created. He ladled a hearty portion into a large travel thermos and picked up another container to pack additional sides to be added as needed. He knew what Namjoon liked, but he didn’t want to assume that his food preferences were still the same.

“Ok, that’s done,” Jin announced happily. “I still feel like I might be forgetting something though.”

“Well,” Y/N pondered aloud. “You packed up the main dish and garnish and several sides. What about a dessert?”

“Oh!” Jin gasped loudly. “I forgot to make one! I don’t even know if we have anything to make something here. Should I just look for sweet snacks in the pantry?”

Y/N sensed the rising panic and decided to allay his impending breakdown. She walked over to the cupboards and started pulling out dry ingredients.

“Do you have any cooking oil?” she implored. “I think you have everything I would need to make churros. We’ll just need to locate a few more items for the chocolate dipping sauce.”

“We love churros!” Jin proclaimed excitedly. “I’ll get the pot and oil ready.”

He planted a quick kiss on her cheek and gathered up the pot and cooking oil, making sure to grab a pair of metal tongs and a napkin covered plate to drain the churros after they were fried.

After mixing up the churro batter, Y/N grabbed a plastic storage bag and repurposed it as a piping bag. After making sure the oil was hot enough, she piped in a few churros and started frying the batter off bit by bit.

Meanwhile, Jin was running around the kitchen foraging for the chocolate to use for the dipping sauce. He already had the tray of cinnamon sugar set up for Y/N, and he had the other ingredients she’d requested, but he was having trouble locating any chocolate.

He leaned against the table and he suddenly remembered that Hoseok had once mentioned that there was a special spot in the pantry where Jimin would hide his dark chocolate bars. He pushed aside every item on the shelf until he located a small box on the bottom shelf with a cute cat graphic on it. Inside we’re two pristine bars of dark chocolate.

Jackpot!

Y/N was placing the last of the churros in the cinnamon sugar and arranging the completed ones in a parchment paper-lined box. She turned to Jin and perked up when she noticed the chocolate bars in his hand.

“Sweet!” she cheered. “That’s all we were missing.”

Jin slid the bars over to her on the counter and picked up the heavy cream and spices she’d pulled out for the sauce. As he walked over to her, he was overcome with a growing fondness for this magical kitchen fairy he’d been gifted.

The others helped him in the kitchen when they could, but Y/N was a true partner in the kitchen. She solved problems he didn’t anticipate and she had amazing skills and culinary knowledge which complemented his own. Jin’s heart swelled with affection as he watched her pour heavy cream into a glass bowl and then place it over a pot of boiling water.

“Jin, lindo,” Y/N asked while gently stirring the heating cream. “Can you break up those chocolate bars into little pieces and put them in that other glass bowl? Once this cream is hot enough, I’m going to pour it on top to melt the chocolate.”

“Whatever you need, princesa,” he purred, rolling his “r” effortlessly. “I’m only here to serve you.”

That saccharine comment earned him yet another eye roll and playful grin. Jin grabbed a cutting board and knife and skillfully chopped both chocolate bars and scraped them into the bowl. He quickly washed the few dishes in the sink, and when he turned back to help her with the sauce, she was stirring in the spices with a small spatula.

“Jin-Jin,” Y/N called out. “Come try this sauce and tell me what’s missing.”

Jin eyed the small spoon she held out to him and popped it into his mouth. He swirled the chocolate around in his mouth and then swallowed. He furrowed his brow and shifted his balance into a pensive pose.

“What is it missing?” Y/N wondered aloud. She dipped her finger into the sauce and brought it up to her lips.

Long slender fingers wrapped around her wrist and stopped her from tasting the sauce collected on her fingertip. She gasped as she traced them up Jin’s arm and then focused on his fiery gaze. He smirked at her and pulled her finger to his lips and then enveloped the chocolate covered digit with his full lips.

Y/N closed her eyes when she felt the flick of Jin’s tongue as it gathered the chocolate and then gulped with the gentle sucking sensation as he swallowed. The soft hum he released sent a shiver down her spine.

When she opened her eyes, Y/N shivered at the intensity on Jin’s face and the dilation of his pupils which gave his eyes a steamy bedroom quality.

“That’s what was missing,” he quipped. “Nothing in this kitchen is sweeter than you, jagiya.”

She was tempted to scoff at his cheesy comment, but his boldness was intoxicating. Y/N parted her lips to issue a snappy comeback but floundered when she tracked Jin’s tongue swiping across his full lips. The sharp intake of breath she released did not go unnoticed, and Jin reached up to tilt her chin up to meet his eyes.

“What’s wrong, pretty girl?” Jin cooed. “Do you want something?”

Y/N cleared her throat and chuckled nervously. She tried to move her head away from him, but Jin only pulled her closer and wrapped his arms around her waist. He reached up and caressed the blush blooming across her cheeks with his thumb. The air in the kitchen was quickly charged with sexual tension, and Y/N struggled to understand how Jin managed to pull her under his spell without warning. The game they were playing earlier was somewhat innocent, but now it was just rife with sinful thoughts.

Jin trailed his fingertips across the apron strings along Y/N’s back and then slowly pulled on them to release the knot.

“Let’s get this apron off of you, Y/N-ah,” Jin murmured while reaching up to stroke her hair. “You won’t be needing it anymore.”

“I won’t?” Y/N gulped as the apron was lifted from her neck and placed on the counter. “Why is that?”

Jin ran his hands over her shoulders and continued in a downward path until they reached her hips. The slight trembles Y/N released filled him with such satisfaction. He’d seen her exercise her dominance over the others, so it felt wonderful to watch her lose her composure under his watchful eyes.

I wonder how far I can push her before she starts to push back.

With his curiosity piqued, Jin leaned his face down into the crook of her neck. Y/N’s hands reached forward and lightly grasped at Jin’s soft pink shirt. With every brush of Jin’s lips across her neck, her grasp on his shirt tightened. It was only a matter of moments before he slid his hands over her ass and then behind her thighs. Jin skillfully lifted Y/N and then placed her on the counter with her discarded apron beneath her.

“I need to put the food away before we play,” Jin explained, while placing a soft kiss on her exposed collarbone. “Stay here and don’t move. If you don't behave, you’ll have to be punished.”

Jin backed away to put the rest of the food and ingredients away and turned around to glance at his flustered kitchen fairy on the counter. Y/N was sitting with her legs crossed and she was smoothing out her clothes and hair. The material of her blouse billowed as she shook out some flour from it. Jin caught a glimpse of her belly as the blouse was lifted and the sight of her bare skin set his growing desire ablaze.

Jin grabbed the last remaining bowl and pure mischief etched a grin across his flawless features.

It’s time to play.

“Ok, Y/N-ah,” Jin teased while placing the bowl on the counter behind her. “Since you’ve been such a good girl, I’m going to give you a choice.”

“Oh yeah?” Y/N sassed him, obviously recovered from her momentary lapse of control. “What are my options?”

Jin smiled at her and moved his arms to her sides so he could keep her from leaving the counter. Jin slid his hands down her thighs and he gripped her knees firmly. He waited for her to look him in the eye before he winked at her and then spread her legs apart. He used this distraction to pull her forward and into his arms. To keep her balance, she wrapped her legs around Jin’s midsection and kept her palms against his firm chest.

Y/N was trapped. She unconsciously pulled her lip between her teeth and lifted her gaze to meet his own.

“Now that I have your full attention, you little minx,” Jin explained. “I will give you your options. Please listen carefully, jagiya.”

Y/N huffed out a shaky exhale and her eyes flitted back and forth between the fire building in Jin’s eyes. There was a mischievous twinkle skipping around his dilated pupils, and it was strikingly familiar to the look she remembered Jungkook giving her on the couch.

Just what has Jin been teaching the maknae?

“We can do this two ways,” Jin continued, rubbing his hands up and down her back. “We can keep everything nice and clean or we can get a little dirty. Does my princesa want to stay clean or does she want to be a dirty girl?”

“Por que no las dos?” Y/N shrugged. “Can we get a little dirty and then clean it up?”

“Oh, I like the way you think,” Jin hummed in approval. “You’re so smart, jagi.”

Jin reached up and smoothed Y/N’s hair back, stopping at the hair tie holding her tucked ponytail in place. He wrapped one hand around the base and pulled her head back slightly to expose her neck. She yelped in response and Jin took a moment to appreciate the vulnerability she expressed in a shudder.

With his free hand, Jin dipped his finger into the bowl behind Y/N and spread a line of chocolate sauce down her exposed neck. She inhaled sharply as the warm sauce touched her skin, cutting her sharp eyes to Jin when he lifted his finger to his lips.

“Hmmm,” Jin mused. “I really need to work on my handwriting. I misspelled my name. Let me fix that.”

With another couple of dips into the sauce, Jin traced out the ㅈ & ㄴ missing from his name. Y/N proudly bore the chocolate 진 across her neck and Jin took a moment to admire his handiwork while licking the excess sauce from his fingers.

“Mind if I capture this beautiful moment, jagi,” Jin asked while taking out his phone. “Who knows when I’ll be able to do something like this again?”

Y/N nodded and sighed in response and then closed her eyes. With Jin’s grasp on her hair, she was unable to move and the idea that Jin marked her as his own with chocolate was increasing the dampness of her panties. His desire to take a picture of her in this vulnerable state just fueled her desire for him even more.

Click. Click. Click.

After getting pictures from three different angles, Jin seemed satisfied with his results. He put his phone back in his pocket and leaned down to nip at Y/N’s jawline. She twitched in his grasp and moaned slightly. The chocolate on her neck felt sticky and cool, but that was the least of her concerns.

“Shhhh,” Jin whispered sweetly into her ear. “My pretty girl got herself all dirty. Daddy needs to clean her up.”

Y/N eyelids flew open at Jin’s words.

Daddy?!

Without wasting another second, Jin dropped his plush lips to Y/N’s neck and planted a wet kiss right in the middle of his chocolate name. With his skillful tongue and a little suction, he was able to get the ㅈ off her neck first. The sensation on her neck pushed past Y/N’s composure threshold and she released a soft airy moan as he moved on to the next letter of his name. He smirked and pressed a soft chocolatey kiss to her lips, attempting to placate her in some small way.

“You have to be quiet, princesa,” Jin reminded her. “You don’t want us to get caught, do you?”

Y/N licked her lips and shook her head as best she could, and Jin chuckled softly at her quick compliance. He rewarded her with another kiss and she hummed happily against his lips. The kiss was meant to be a small segue back to the chocolatey goodness on her neck, but Jin’s interests shifted when he felt her tongue swiping across his lips. His grip on her ponytail loosened and Jin gripped her jaw so he could pull her closer. The heated kiss soon added groping to the mix and the two of them feverishly made out in the kitchen.

With the situation escalating at an alarming rate, Jin felt a nagging pull at his subconscious. He hadn’t initially intended to make any serious advances on Y/N so soon, but circumstances dictated otherwise. In the midst of their passionate kisses, Jin managed to form one thought through his lust-fueled haze.

If I’m going to give in to her, I need to do it for the right reasons. This shouldn’t be about me and my wants. I need to think of Namjoon and his needs.

“Y/N-ah,” Jin muttered in between kisses. “Do the thing. If we’re going to do this, let’s make it count, yeah?”

She was somehow able to calm herself down enough to strike up an impromptu transaction session in the middle of their seemingly endless kisses. As soon as the vibrations hit Jin’s lips, he groaned and pushed his hips against her own.

“Oh, I was not expecting that,” Jin groaned, leaning into the waves of pleasure coursing across his body. “You couldn’t give me a warning or something, woman?”

“You should have read the instructional materials you were sent,” Y/N fired back while slipping her hands under his shirt. “It’s not my fault you were being so stubborn.”

“I read enough,” he protested while gripping her behind and grinding his hardened length across his clothed center. “I wasn’t expecting it to be this intense though.”

“It will level off,” Y/N promised while kissing along his neck. “Just give it a minute. Before we go any further, Jinnie, I will need your verbal consent to any sexual activity that might happen. You’ll also need to choose a safe word and I need to know whether you want to use any protection.”

“I consent to anything you consent to, jagi,” Jin muttered as he groped along her thighs. “I think “grape” will be my safe word, if that’s ok with you. What do you mean “if” I want to use any protection?”

“Because of how thorough our companies are,” Y/N groaned as Jin cupped her breasts over her shirt. “We’re both tested and cleared regularly, and for the purposes of my employment here, the companies are giving us the option of forgoing protection, but it’s at your discretion, Jinnie. Just let me know what you would prefer.”

“What I would prefer,” Jin replied while grabbing on to her hips and ass. “Is for us to take this somewhere a little more private. We can always decide as the moment presents itself.”

The transaction buzzed plateaued and Jin regained some of his senses. He carefully pulled Y/N off the counter and reached over to grab the bowl of leftover chocolate sauce. Using kisses as bait, he led Y/N out of the kitchen and down the hall to his room. He didn’t want to wake up the whole house and give them another show, especially if he was planning a duet instead of a solo.

After closing and locking the door behind them, Jin started moving them towards the bed. When he leaned in to continue licking at the chocolate on her neck, Y/N glimpsed the overstuffed futon against the wall and made other plans. Catching him off guard, Y/N pushed Jin over to the futon and his knees buckled when his calves hit the edge of the futon.

Y/N pulled her blouse over her head and tossed it aside. Jin followed her lead and discarded his own shirt. After slipping out of her leggings, Y/N kneeled on the floor and started crawling over to him in just her pink floral bra and panties.

“Fuck, jagi,” he exclaimed, tilting his head in fascination. “How do you manage to get even hotter by the minute, huh?”

She shrugged her shoulders as she climbed up his thighs. Jin already had his jeans unbuttoned and unzipped, but he was too distracted to continue. Y/N ran her fingers up his lean torso and fanned them across his broad chest and shoulders. Jin exhaled in a shudder and leaned his head back against the wall. He opened his eyes in a flash when he felt something sticky being pressed into his chest.

“I have too many letters in my name,” Y/N stated cheekily. “This heart will have to do.”

Jin shifted his gaze down and watched Y/N’s fingers trace out the last line of the heart she was drawing in chocolate on his chest. His breath caught in his throat as she trailed the bottom of the heart to the top of his boxers.

“Oh dear,” Y/N pouted. “It seems I’ve forgotten how to draw a proper heart, querido. I guess I’ll have to try again. But first-“

Y/N dipped her head to lick a long strip of chocolate sauce from Jin’s body, starting with the line near the top of his boxers. Jin hissed at the contact and gripped the plush pillows on the futon as she continued licking and sucking chocolate sauce from his flawless skin.

“Son of a-“ Jin cursed. “That tongue of yours is fucking deadly.”

Y/N giggled and winked at him. He reached forward and pulled her into another hot and messy kiss. He pulled back for a moment and stroked her hair while he looked into her eyes, drowning in the dilated pupils lusting after him. Jin swallowed and hummed at the hint of chocolate flavor he’d gathered from her lips.

“Before we get completely lost in our passions, jagiya,” he murmured while nudging his nose along her jaw. “Teach me another word in Spanish. How do I say ‘my heart’?”

“Mi corazón,” Y/N articulated in a sigh. “You’ll have to roll another ‘r’ for this one.”

“Hmmmm,” Jin mused with a kiss to her nose. “There sure are a lot of rolling ‘r’ sounds in Spanish, mi corazón. Why is that?”

“Maybe we just like using our tongues?” Y/N responded. “I know I do.”

To prove her point, Y/N licked along the seam of Jin’s full lips and he eagerly accepted her invitation. With their tongues entwined and their hands seeking out exposed skin, Jin and Y/N picked up right where they left off. With her hands on Jin’s chest, Y/N started up the transaction once again and Jin groaned wantonly in response.

Quickly realizing they were both overdressed, Jin pushed his jeans and boxers down his hips. Y/N did her best to help him, almost falling back in the process. He clutched at her back and pulled Y/N into his lap, completely ignoring the sticky chocolate mess that was still clinging to her neck and his chest.

Dessert always was my favorite meal.

With a few kicks of his feet, his discarded bottoms were tossed aside and the only scraps of clothing separating them were Y/N’s bra and panties. Jin traced a finger along the straps of her bra and smirked at the pretty design. He tugged on the little pink bows adorning the front of the straps and shook his head.

“This is absolutely adorable on you, mi corazón,” praised Jin. “But I don’t think you’ll be needing it right now. I can offer you all the support you need.”

Y/N couldn’t resist giggling at his ridiculous words, and as she leaned her forehead against his, he unclasped her bra and let it slide down to the floor.Y/N started to get up to get her panties off as well, but Jin pulled her hips down in protest.

“Leave them on, jagi,” Jin commanded. “I want to ruin them while you wear them.”

A rosy flush spread across her cheeks and Jin smiled at the sudden appearance of color. Cupping her jaw with his hands, he pulled her back into his lips and the transaction increased in intensity as their passions pushed past the gates of self-control.

While she was distracted by his intoxicating kisses, Jin stealthily snuck his hand between them and started gently rubbing along the dampness pooled along the front of her panties. Y/N’s moans increased in pitch and she began rocking her hips in time with his fingers.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Jin tutted in disapproval while halting his fingers against her. “My pretty girl is being too greedy. She needs to let Daddy play on his own or else she’ll be punished.”

Y/N groaned and pulled away from him slightly. She couldn’t stop the pout from forming on her lips, and Jin smiled widely at her cute frustration.

“I am not going to call you Daddy, Seokjin-ah,” Y/N stated firmly. “I’ll give in to a lot of kinks, but a Daddy kink is not one I will entertain. That’s what I call my actual father.”

Jin popped an eyebrow at her and rolled his hips into her, drawing out a stilted whine from her throat. She gripped his shoulders and pushed back onto his hardened length. There was no denying her desire, but Jin still wanted a little more from her. He leaned in to kiss his way up her neck and licked and tugged at her earlobe with his teeth.

“What if you called me something else, princesa?” Jin offered. “What if you called me papi instead?”

Y/N’s eyes widened in shock and she huffed out an exhale in disbelief. She tried to pull back to protest, but her resolve withered as Jin continued to lave his tongue across her neck, making sure to suck away all of the leftover chocolate sauce.

“You can’t be serious, Jinnie,” she whined. “Why in the world would you want me to call you that of all things?”

“Let’s call it an unfulfilled fantasy, princesa,” Jin explained while still kissing every inch of skin he could reach. “You saw me dance to Latin music, you fed me Latin food, and you’ve been teasing me with your hot Latin words all night. Is it really so hard to believe that I want you to give me a little Latin love?”

“It’s so embarrassing though,” Y/N protested. “It makes me sound like one of those overly dramatic actresses in a bad telenovela.”

“I don’t know what that is, jagi,” Jin muttered while palming her breasts. “Please explain.”

“It’s like-” she gasped as Jin pulled a nipple in between his lips. “It’s like a cheesy Korean drama television show but Mexican. All the younger women call their lovers papi in those shows.”

“Then that’s what I want you to call me, jagiya,” Jin murmured against her breast. “Just for me and only when we’re alone behind closed doors. Can you be a good girl and do that for me?”

“I don’t think I-” she started to say, but soon released a high pitched squeak and Jin rolled one nipple between his fingers while sucking harshly on the other. “I guess you’ll have to find out, won’t you?”

Jin released her nipple and ran his tongue across it to soothe the pain he’d inflicted. If Y/N was issuing a challenge, he was more than willing to accept it.

In one swift motion, he pulled her lips in for a blazing kiss while dipping his fingers back down to her dripping center. His slender fingers nudged her panties aside so that he could run his fingers along her silky folds. Her initial moans were smothered by his kisses, but Jin was unable to contain her gasping yelp when he slipped two fingers inside of her.

“Ah!” she exclaimed while grinding onto his fingers. “Mmmm, that feels so good, Jinnie.”

“That’s not my name, princesa,” Jin cooed. “You know what I want to be called.”

Jin kept a steady rhythm going against her aching sex, but it wasn’t enough to reach her climax. He maintained the pressure against her clit and dipped into her folds occasionally to gather more lubrication, but he did nothing to further her impending orgasm. He kept her in a constant state of unfulfilled satisfaction.

“Jinnie,” Y/N whined. “Please, I need more.”

“I’ll give you everything you want and more,” Jin promised in a drawn-out purr. “You just have to give me what I want.”

He gently pistoned his fingers into her hot center, alternating between his middle and index finger. Y/N was still resisting so he decided to try a new tactic. He withdrew his fingers and licked up the arousal coating each digit.

Y/N was panting in frustration at Jin’s teasing. She was about to complain, but then she released a shuddery moan when she felt his blunt tip rubbing across her slick center.

“Oh, God yes,” she groaned. “Stop teasing me, querido, and put it in.”

“That’s the right language, mi corazón,” teased Jin. “But that isn’t the name I requested. I think I just decided something though. I don’t need any protection. Is that ok with you?”

Jin pushed the tip of his hardened shaft against her clit and hissed at the tingling sensation rippling down into his groin. The transaction was intensifying and Y/N was struggling to keep the connection stable. If this anticipation kept up any longer, there was no telling what could happen.

“Come on, baby,” Jin grunted, pushing tentatively at her entrance. “Just give me what I want.”

Y/N was teetering on the edge, writhing against Jin’s crotch, desperate for friction. She looked down into his smug face and lost complete control of her inhibitions.

“Please, papi,” she begged desperately. “I need you inside me, please give me your cock.”

“Of course, princesa,” Jin purred while clutching the small of her back. “Anything for my good girl.”

He slid his swollen tip past her dripping folds and she slowly sank further down his thick length, moaning at the burning stretch inch by inch. Once he bottomed out, they both groaned at the tight fit and took a few seconds to adjust to their new position. Y/N leaned her head against Jin’s shoulder and took a few gasping breaths. He stroked her back soothingly with one arm while gently rubbing at her clit with the other.

“Just breathe, jagiya,” Jin whispered. “Let me take care of my pretty girl. She’s being such a good girl for her papi.”

Fresh arousal squelched down his shaft as Y/N processed his words of praise. She whined against his shoulder when he started grinding into her weeping pussy. With her desire finally sated, the transaction began whirring back to life and spreading across Jin’s muscles. He groaned in response and tried his best not to thrust into Y/N too harshly. As the sensation tapered off to a strong buzz, she relaxed in his grasp and started to ride him in earnest. Each delicious bounce on Jin’s throbbing cock drew a deep lusty moan from her throat. He felt incredible inside of her, and there was no denying him any longer.

“Oh my-” Y/N croaked out. “You feel amazing, papi. I had no idea you’d feel this good inside me.”

Jin knocked his head back against the wall and gripped her hips as she continued to slam onto his dick. With a little swivel of her hips, she pulled the oddest noise from Jin’s mouth.

“Woah,” Jin moaned in ecstasy. “Woah, jagi, you’re so tight and - woah - so wet. If you keep on doing - woah - that thing with your hips, I’m not going to last - woah - much longer.”

Lost in her own passion, Y/N continued chasing her climax, rolling her hips at each descent into Jin’s lap. She ran her fingers over his shoulders and into his fluffy locks tugging on them slightly.

“Are you going to cum for me already, papi?” she purred seductively. “Are you going to fill your good girl with your hot sticky cum?”

“Not yet,” he gritted out. “I’m not going to cum until you do, mi corazón.”

With renewed focus, he reached up to pull on Y/N’s hair with one hand and he sucked on his index and middle fingers to get them slick and wet.

“Ok, jagiya,” Jin growled. “It’s time for you to scream for your papi like a good girl.”

Jin reached around her waist with his long arm and dipped his hand into the back of her panties. He began massaging his moistened fingers against her puckered back entrance in tight concentric circles. Y/N’s hips stuttered and she released a high pitch squeal as Jin’s fingers pressed further into her sweet spot while kissing along her neckline. Her hips rocked unsteadily in JIn’s lap as ravished her with his fingers, his lips, his tongue, and his glorious dick.

“Jinnie,” Y/N moaned loudly. “I’m, ah, I’m so close.”

“Then let your papi hear you,” he challenged. “I want to know who is making you feel this good.”

He began meeting her rocking hips with his own thrusts and matching the rhythm with his fingers as they dipped into her asshole with ease. Y/N was overwhelmed by the sensations burgeoning throughout her system, and she couldn’t control the loud moans escaping from her lips. There was a knot of pleasure tightening in her nether region and she felt it reach the breaking point just as Jin bit down on her neck.

“Ah, papi, I’m cumming!” Y/N wailed as the knot snapped across her synapses in a flood of serotonin. “Cum with me, papi, cum with your good girl!”

Jin couldn’t hold back any longer, and he unleashed a harsh guttural groan as he filled her quivering pussy full of cum. They rode out their climaxes together and then collapsed into the futon as the high reached its apex and then ebbed away slowly in pulsating waves.

Y/N was breathing heavily on Jin’s shoulder, and he felt her clench tightly against him suddenly. Before he could ask if she was ok, she released the tension in a somewhat violent quake. The bubbling sensation from the transaction faded in a low hum before fizzling out in a tangible pop.

“Jagiya,” Jin whispered. “Are you okay?”

She took a deep breath and gently nodded into his shoulder in reassurance. She lifted herself from Jin’s lap and groaned at the soreness collecting in her thighs.

OK, maybe I should’ve waited until I was fully recovered. But how was I supposed to resist him?

Y/N stretched her arms above her head and let out an adorable squeaking noise. Jin chuckled at her catlike actions and noted the smudges of chocolate sauce on her breasts and tummy. He glanced down at his own chest and saw the remnants of Y/N’s earlier chocolate drawing still visible.

“Ah, princesa,” Jin sighed. “Look at how dirty we are, covered in chocolate and sweat and other naughty things. We need to clean up.”

“I agree,” replied Y/N. “What do you suggest?”

Jin stood up and lifted Y/N into his arms. She giggled as he planted kiss after kiss onto her face. As he carried her into the bathroom, Y/N took note of the large tub and walk-in glass shower and her eyes widened in awe.

How the heck did he get this amazing bathroom?!

After placing a towel on the counter, he sat Y/N down and grinned at her amazed expression. He gestured toward the other door in the room with the fluffy Koya robe hanging on a hook.

“Namjoon-ah and I actually share this bathroom,” Jin explained. “It’s the largest bathroom in the dorm, and two of us would have to share. Since Jungkookie got the larger room, we took the larger bathroom.”

“Seems fair,” Y/N mused while pulling off her hair tie. “So are we showering or bathing today, Jin-lindo?”

“I think the shower will be more effective,” he laughed. “We’re going to need that pressurized water to get all of this mess cleaned up, don’t you agree?”

Jin built up a pile of towels on the counter and pulled out two pale pink robes. He also reached into the closet and unwrapped a pair of RJ slippers and an RJ headband.

“Do you just have additional BT21 merchandise hidden in here in case of guests?” she joked. “I’ve seen so much merch around, but none of it has been in the original packaging until now.”

“Hey,” Jin objected. “I am proud of my creation and I will spread the love to everyone so they can love him as much as I do.”

“Ok, ok,” she laughed while hopping off the counter. “Will you be joining me in the shower?”

Jin stepped forward and kneeled in front of Y/N, his knees hitting the bathmat softly. He pulled her forward and kissed her thighs and hips. He hooked his fingertips into the band of her underwear and slid the ruined pink fabric to the floor. While Y/N was distracted by his kisses, he tossed the pair across the room into his closet, hoping she wouldn’t notice their absence later.

“Let me start the water so it can warm up, princesa,” Jin said while standing up. “Then we can get my pretty girl all cleaned up, yeah?”

Y/N smirked and nodded eagerly. She didn’t think she’d enjoy Jin’s adherence to his “Daddy” role, but she had to admit that it felt good to be taken care of so sweetly. Jin adjusted the spray of the nozzles and tested the temperature. When he was finally satisfied, he guided Y/N into the shower and pulled the glass door closed behind them.

“Come here, jagi,” Jin smirked. “Let your papi clean up his mess.”

He positioned Y/N in between the numerous nozzles and the warm water streamed across her hair and body. She leaned her head back into the flow and closed her eyes. Y/N was so engrossed in the enthralling warmth of the shower spray she didn’t notice that Jin had placed a thick mat on the floor in front of her and was kneeling once again. She jolted in surprise when his hands ran up her thighs and she opened her eyes to see his naked form worshipping at her feet.

Jin’s eyes were full of admiration as he traced the curves of her body and the rivulets of water dribbling down her skin. He pulled her forward just enough to keep the water on her back but also allow him some room to maneuver in between her legs.

“Hold on to my shoulders, mi corazón,” Jin suggested while placing her hands on his shoulders. “I have to clean up the mess I left here, ok? If you want, go ahead and start up another session while I get to work down here.”

Before he could offer any other information, he dragged his long pink tongue up her messy slit to collect the evidence of the combined orgasms from earlier. Y/N gasped out a surprised whine and started up another transaction as he dipped his tongue deeper into her creamy center. Jin didn’t waste any time as he licked and sucked every trace of arousal left behind. He swirled his tongue around her throbbing clit, and he pouted when he noticed she was even wetter than before.

“Oh man, jagi,” he tutted playfully. “I’m trying to clean up and you’re just getting dirty again. Why does my pretty girl insist on getting dirty when her papi is trying to make her nice and clean, hmm?”

He continued eating out her sopping wet pussy, feeding off of the arousal dripping out of her folds and from her mouth. The wanton moans and whimpers bouncing off of the shower walls were music to his ears, and he wanted to hear more of it. He placed one more lingering kiss to her aching clit and then stood up.

“Such a bad girl,” he mused. “I guess Papi will have to teach her a lesson about cleaning up her messes.”

Jin spun Y/N around and lifted her hands to the wall. He brought his hand down sharply to her right ass cheek and smirked as Y/N cried out from pleasure. He spanked her once more and then nudged her legs apart with his knee and reached up to cup her breasts from behind. With a little adjustment, he was able to slide his hand down to lift one of her legs and angle her sideways. From that position, he was able to slip back inside her dripping core, earning him a surprised moan from Y/N.

“Hold on,” Jin grunted. “Things are about to get very slippery in here, jagiya.”

He braced one hand on the wall between her two hands and started thrusting steadily into Y/N’s hot center while still holding her leg wrapped around his hip. The angle allowed for deeper penetration and Y/N was drowning in the sensation of Jin’s cock nudging her G-spot with each carefully timed thrust. Each drag across her spongy sex spot drew out a strangled moan and each kiss to her cervix pulled another whine and a then desperate plea from Y/N’s throat.

“Jinnie, papi,” Y/N whined. “I don’t know if I can come again. It’s too much already.”

“I know you can do it, pretty girl,” Jin encouraged. “Maybe you just need a little motivation?”

Jin lowered her leg and repositioned her against the glass wall of the shower. On the other side of the glass, Y/N saw her reflection in the large mirror positioned across the bathroom on the opposite wall. Before she had time to react, she felt Jin slide his fingertips to her swollen clit, stroking it gently in a repetitive pattern that seemed somewhat familiar. Even though she was sinking back into her lust-filled haze, the pattern clicked in her brain and she groaned and rolled her eyes.

“Are you seriously tracing your name out in Hangul on my clit, Jinnie?” she questioned. “Please tell me you’re not doing that.”

“What?” Jin scoffed indignantly. “Any chance I get, I’m going to let you know who’s making you feel this good. Now, let’s see if we can get one more orgasm out of you, princesa.”

Jin shifted behind her and managed to slip back inside her vagina with little resistance. He continued to play with her clit as he started grinding in and out, attempting to rile her orgasm back to its breaking point once again. The increase in stimulation started pooling in Y/N’s abdomen, but what really contributed to her impending climax was the reflection she was staring at across the room.

Her breasts were pressed against the glass and droplets of water traveled down the large pane from her drenched form. With each push forward from Jin, Y/N’s face contorted in ecstasy and her hands splayed out into slick starfish formations. She could see Jin’s face behind her as he picked up the tempo of his ministrations and the look on his face was the epitome of sex and power. His plump lips were pursed in concentration, his eyes were hazy and focused on the task at hand, and his jaw clenched with each push of his hips into Y/N. He had her exactly where he wanted her and he wasn’t letting go until she fell apart by his hands one more time.

Taking a page out of her own book, Jin started to add a slight twist to his hip movements and that pulled a different kind of moan from her throat. It was higher in pitch and volume, so Jin knew he had hit the jackpot. He increased his speed and leaned forward to coach her to the finish line.

“That’s it, jagi,” he praised. “You’re being such a good girl for your papi right now. Just listen to those beautiful sounds coming out of your filthy mouth. Say it, mi corazón, who is making you feel this good, hmm?”

“You are, papi,” she nearly screamed. “Ah, so good, so fucking good! Please don’t stop!”

“I have no intention of stopping, pretty girl,” Jin assured her. “Not until I’ve pulled every last drop of cum out of this magnificent pussy you have. Let go, jagiya, cum one more time for your papi.”

As much as her body was resisting, her mind was suddenly flooded with sensory overload and she felt something rapidly build in her abdomen and it hurtled past the finish line with a sensual howl. Jin’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head when he looked down and realized that Y/N was squirting across their legs and all over the shower floor.

“Holy shit,” he exclaimed. “Y/N-ah, I think I may have overdone it a bit. I didn’t mean to make you squirt, jagi.”

Y/N braced herself against the glass and huffed out a shaky exhale. She was almost ready to collapse from exhaustion. That last orgasm drained what little energy she’d managed to reserve from the previous day’s activities. She was going to need another day to recover from this. She abruptly hissed when another lick of pain intruded on her thoughts and pierced into her temples. These were happening more frequently and it was likely a result of her lack of rest. She needed to allow her brain time to process and properly store the acquired information away according to transaction protocol.

Tomorrow is all about rest and recovery. I’m probably just pushing myself too hard.

She was too lost in her thoughts to notice that Jin had pulled out and regrouped in the shower. He gently wrapped his arms around her waist and led her back to the nozzle streams.

“Shhh, it’s ok, jagiya,” he soothed. “Let me take care of you. You did so well for me.”

Y/N hummed her acquiescence to Jin and he carefully held her in place while shampooing her hair, applying a special conditioner, and then scrubbing her clean with sweet-smelling body wash in a soft loofah. Once she was all cleaned up, he turned off the water and walked her onto the large bath mat just outside the shower entrance. Once she was toweled dry and wrapped up in the pale pink bathrobe, he placed the RJ slippers on her feet, wrapped the towel around her damp hair, and sat her down in the chair in front of the shared vanity table.

“Stay here for a moment, princesa,” Jin gently requested. “I’m going to take a quick shower and then I’ll help you with your hair and stuff, yeah?”

All Y/N could do was give him a lazy thumbs up as she leaned her head against the side of the plushy high backed chair. She heard the shower turn back on and was comforted by the water falling on the shower floor. She was on the verge of falling asleep when she felt Jin unwrap her hair from the towel. He ran some type of product through her hair and then carefully combed the tangles from it. Y/N heard a blow dryer turn on behind her and then what felt like a diffuser was being used to dry her hair. Once her hair was dry, Jin used the RJ headband to hold her hair out of her face and then helped her stand up.

“Come on, pretty girl,” Jin proclaimed. “I think we played enough for one day. Let’s get you to bed. Do you want to stay here or go back to your room?”

Y/N groaned at the thought of walking all the way back to her room. Jin’s bed looked so inviting and she was just so tired. She couldn’t even fathom making it to the bedroom door, let alone all the way down the other hallway to her own bed.

“M’tired, Jin-Jin,” Y/N murmured sleepily against his shoulder. “Can I just stay here with you?”

“Of course, jagiya,” Jin exclaimed. “Whatever you want, sweetheart. Here, let me get you something to sleep in and then I can help you on the bed.”

Jin removed the robe from her shoulders and dressed Y/N in an oversized RJ T-shirt. He helped settle her beneath the billowing duvet and surrounded her with some of his pillows. She whispered out something that vaguely sounded like a “thank you,” but Jin couldn’t make it out. Within a few seconds, she was breathing softly and sinking into a deep resonating sleep.

Jin, in the meantime, was rocking a serious high from the after-effects of the series of transactions in which he’d participated. As involved and intense as they’d been, what was gnawing at him the most was the sudden craving he felt for Y/N.

Her touch, her smile, her laugh, her everything…

Jin continued to stare at the sleeping beauty on his bed and he felt his mind scrambling beyond repair. He was only supposed to be in this for the sake of his best friend and, literally, nothing else. He pursed his lips and furrowed his brow in frustration but couldn’t figure out where to direct his growing apprehension.

He checked the RJ clock on his bedside table and he saw that it was almost midnight. Everyone in the dorm was likely holed up in their rooms already, so there wasn’t anyone he could talk to about any of this. Jin huffed out an annoyed exhale and went back into the bathroom to continue his nighttime skin and hair regiment. Once that was complete, he pulled on his RJ pajamas and looked back at his bed.

Jin wasn’t ready for sleep right now. He needed to clear his head and he wasn’t going to get any rest until that happened. He quietly walked out of his room and into his own personal sanctuary: the kitchen. He eyed the counter where he’d decorated Y/N’s neck in chocolate, the stove where she’d cooked them an amazing dinner, the container of churros she’d made for Namjoon. All of it crashed onto Jin’s frazzled nerves and made him twitch uncomfortably.

This isn’t about me. It’s about Namjoon-ah. How dare I overlook our one true goal?

There was only one way to remedy the guilt that was building and collecting in his broad shoulders at each passing moment. He needed to apologize for his selfishness and reaffirm his dedication to his best friend and brother.

He needed to speak to Namjoon.

With a renewed determination for a clear conscience and a burning desire to see his beloved leader, Jin packed up the meal complete with condiments and dessert made earlier for Namjoon. He didn’t have time to wait for Namjoon’s sister to pick all of this up. He needed to take it to the hospital himself right now.

JIn quickly slipped back into his room and changed into a T-shirt and grey sweatpants. Once he had his shoes and pink hoodie on, he grabbed his car keys and the fully-loaded food bag. No one heard the alarm disengage as he entered the garage and they definitely didn’t notice the sound of a car backing down the driveway and speeding off into the cool Seoul night.

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