#refuse to watch while flair is on the screen | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

inadaydream99 · 4 years ago

Note

Hello! Can I request the boyz reaction to you set them as your lockscreen? Love you and your writings 💜

Hi, thank you for requesting! Sorry this has taken so long. I tried to write a mix of fluffy, slightly angsty and funny reactions so I really hope you enjoy them! 😁

Sangyeon

“What’s your passcode?” Sangyeon looks at you in intrigue, smirking when you realise that he’s holding your phone in his hand.

Now, you’re not too protective over your phone. But for some reason, the thought that Sangyeon wants to unlock it makes you nervous.

“It’s the day of our first date.” You respond timidly, swallowing the lump of nerves in your throat. You watch as he types in the code and flicks through your phone, a pleased smirk growing on his face after a few seconds.

“What’s this?” Sangyeon teasingly turns your phone screen towards you, displaying the background photo of him that you took while he was sleeping.

“I- I just thought you looked so handsome...” you trail off, fiddling with your fingers as you explain your choice of background.

“It’s funny cause I have you asleep as my background too.” Your head shoots up to meet your boyfriends cheeky expression, both of you bursting into laughter over how similar you really are.

Jacob

“Whatcha doing?” Jacob curiously asks, taking you a little by surprise as he leans over the back of the sofa. He’s seen you scrolling through your phone from the other room and decided that he wanted your attention.

“Oh, nothing.” You crane you neck round to get a better look at your boyfriend, sending him a warm smile.

What you realise a second too late, however, is that Jacob’s attention isn’t on you, but on your phone screen which you left unlocked.

You’ve never told him this, but you set your background to a picture of him. It’s one of your favourites, taken on your third date well over a year ago now. He’s sat on a park bench, looking at the scenery instead of the camera, a cheeky grin on his face. Everytime you look at the picture it brings back so many fond memories of when you first fell in love. That’s why you chose it as your background, so you could always remember that special date.

“You’re too cute.” Jacob goofily smiles down at you, pressing a kiss to your cheek when you shyly turn your head away. You can feel your cheeks warming as they flair a deep crimson, you heart beating just that little bit faster from his kiss.

Younghoon

“Now it’s perfect.” Younghoon assertively states, finally handing you back your phone.

A huge grin takes over your face when you lay eyes on your new background picture; one of you both smiling at each other, looking like two idiots in love.

Initially you’d had just a picture of Younghoon on his own as your background. It was a selfie that he had taken at a recent fan event and you thought he looked so sweet and handsome that you had saved it and made it your background screen.

When Younghoon saw your choice of background, however, he wasn’t satisfied. Although he loved that it was a picture of him, he wanted something more personal to take its place. A picture only you had.

“It really is.” You beam up at your boyfriend in responce, laughing heartily when he pulls you into a warm hug and squishes you against his chest a little too tightly.

Hyunjae

“It’s not cute, it’s embarrassing.” Hyunjae whines like a child.

Finding out that the background on your phone is an embarrassing picture of him made your boyfriend complain non stop in an attempt to get you to change it. But unluckily for Hyunjae you’re not budging in the slightest.

“Hyunjae who’s gonna even see it besides me?” You flatly state, unimpressed with his relentless pleaing.

“But what if one of your friends sees it while they are with you, or you lose your phone.” He persuades, though you only shake your head in responce, rolling your eyes playfully.

“You wanna know why that picture of you is my background?” Hyunjae nods, still pouting at you. “Because it’s real. It’s who you are, my dorky, loveable boyfriend.” You caress his cheek affectionately, watching as Hyunjae tries to hide the smile that grows on his face.

“Ok... I guess you can keep it then.” He dramatically sighs, pulling you into his embrace and hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

Juyeon

“That’s a little bit frightening.” Juyeon snickers as he looks over your shoulder while you are on your phone. You look up at him to see his amused smirk, letting out a laugh upon the realisation that he’s never seen your background before.

It’s an edited fan picture of him, from one the The Boyz memes that you found so funny you saved and made your background... just so you could look at it and laugh now and again.

“It is a little, but it’s funny.” You join in, watching as Juyeon simply shakes his head at you in return, a wide smile on his face.

“You have the strangest sense of humour, but I wouldn’t change it for the world.” He comments adoringly.

Kevin

“I like the one of us together better.” Kevin points to the picture of you smiling together on your camera roll.

You were deciding on what photo to make your new background and your nosey boyfriend was insistent on a particular photo of you both because he feels he’s not embarrassing or awkward in that one.

“But you’re always embarrassing and awkward.” You cheekily smirk, bursting into laughter when Kevin deadpans you.

“Come on, be serious.” He encourages, tapping on his choice of picture to enlarge it.

“But it’s what I love about you... we’re awkward together!” You plea up at Kevin, trying to get him to see the funny side at least. And it doesn’t take long before he cracks a smile, both of you laughing as you set your background picture to the one that captured you both off guard.

Chanhee

“Really, that’s your background?” Chanhee sasses, successfully gaining your attention. He’d been acting off with you all day and you’re not sure why. You know he’s stressed with work so you’ve been letting his rudeness slide, but now it’s starting to upset you. There’s only so long you can go before you bite back.

Your background just so happens to be a picture of you together from your recent holiday, back when you both were happy and relaxed and your boyfriend wasn’t constantly in a bad mood.

“I know right, instead of having a picture of my boyfriend I should change it to something that doesn’t upset me.” Chanhee stops in his tracks upon hearing your comment, spinning around on his feat to face you, letting out a huff.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” He interrogates, slowly taking a few steps towards you.

“What it means is that my loving boyfriend has been nothing but rude to me all day for no apparent reason.” You state, trying to keep a straight face. But that doesn’t stop Chanhee for seeing your eyes well up with tears, his hard expression instantly falling off his face and his defensive attitude fading.

“(Y/N) I’m sorry. I love that I’m your background, really.” Chanhee apologises with wide eyes, nodding his head eagerly to show you he truly means it. “I’ve just got so much going on at the moment, I’m exhausted.” He continues, leaning into you when you cuddle into his side.

“Good because I didn’t want to have to change it.” You chuckle, cuddling yourself tighter into his embrace.

Changmin

Changmin had the biggest grin on his face when you entered the room, your phone in his hand as he stared at the smiling photo of him as your background.

“I didn’t know I was your background.” You giggle at how happy your boyfriend is because of this.

“Of course you are.” You state like it’s no big deal, that it’s just a causual thing that most couples do.

“Well I love it.” Changmin wraps his arm around your shoulder, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. “But you know what I’d love even more...” he trails off, sending you a devilish grin as you turn to face him.

“What.” You cautiously question, not sure if you want to know the answer or not.

“If you’re background was that embarrassing picture of you when you were drunk.” He darkly chuckles. “We can bet on it, if you lose then you’ll change your background.” Changmin proposes.

“I’m willing to take that risk.” You agree, matching your boyfriends playfully challenging expression.

Haknyeon

“Too bad you’re not mine...” Haknyeon quickly comments before rushing away from you.

“Haknyeon!” You shout after him in warning, telling him to get back to you though your tone.

It all started when he snatched your phone out of your hands and stumbled upon your background picture of him. Now, Haknyeon is in a particularly playful mood today, so his child like tormenting was all in good nature, but also very annoying after a while.

You cross your arms as you sulk, refusing to get out of your comfy seat to chase after him. You don’t even acknowledge your boyfriend when he enters the room again and takes a seat beside you, holding his phone in front of you.

“What did you just do.” You finally turn to face him when you hear him giggle as he taps away on his phone.

“I just got a new background.” He smirks, turning the screen around to reveal a picture of you sulking away. “Now we’re even.” He cheekily comments, holding his phone out of reach when you make a lunge to try and grab it out of his hand.

Sunwoo & Eric (because Tumblr won’t let me put more than 10 gifs per post 😥)

Sunwoo

“What is that?” Sunwoo shyly smiles at you as he leans into your side to get a better look at your phone.

“It’s you silly.” You laugh, finding his reaction very amusing. He simply rolls his eyes in responce.

Sunwoo has just become aware of your background photo, a picture of him smiling cheesily. You just thought he looked so adorable, you couldn’t not put it as your background so you could look at it all day.

“Do you not like it?” You hold back your smirk, your gaze flicking up to meet Sunwoo’s.

“No! I mean... if you like it, then I like it too.” He nods, smiling brightly back at you.

You honestly don’t know how he manages to be so completely adorable, but it makes your heart skip a beat every time.

“I’m glad.” You coo, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Eric

“Because couples need to have matching backgrounds.” Eric states like it’s a well known fact, following you around relentlessly.

He’d been trying to get you to take some couple pictures with him, just so you could have the same background on your phone. But you are reluctant, already liking the picture you have of him.

“But I don’t want to change mine.” You roll your eyes feigning annoyance. “And besides, couple photos are forced and cringey.” You comment, knowing fully well it will set your boyfriend off on a rant.

“It’s not cringey it’s cute!” Eric complain, rushing to catch up to you as you walk away. “(Y/N)! Come back.” He calls out through a whine, chasing after you desperately while you are a giggling mess.

365 notes · View notes

buttdawg · 3 years ago

Text

Plane Ride from Hell

I watched the new episode of “Dark Side of the Ring” to see what everyone was talking about, and yeah, it’s pretty messed up. Some stray observations:

I felt bad for Teri Runnels, because it was clear that she was going through the same kind of sexual harassment as the flight attendants, only it lasted a lot longer than a single plane ride. She kept saying “Don’t sell it” as her response to these kinds of thing. I get the feeling that this used to be sound advice for dealing with locker room pranks, but it mutated into this code-of-honor for excusing everything, up to and including wrestlers exposing themselves.

It occurred to me later that this might be why Curt Hennig became such a notorious prankster. The stories I’ve heard over the years suggest that lots of wrestlers would do terrible things to each other in the name of “ribbing”, and Curt Hennig took it to a whole other level. I’m wondering if maybe that was his defense mechanism for that sort of toxic culture. Maybe he decided there was no fighting it, so he made it his business to excel at it. I mean, who’d want to rib Curt Hennig? He’d just escalate it to an absurd degree. So it sounds like your only defenses are to “play dead” or “get them before they get you.”

But it’s kind of funny how everyone told Teri “don’t sell it”, but no one said it to Brock Lesnar that day. It just exposes the hypocrisy of the whole thing. If Brock exposes himself to Teri, she’s just supposed to live with it, but if Hennig messes with Brock, then Brock can just start a fight on an airplane.

I was at the grocery, and this four-year-old was just screaming “The Hokey Pokey”. I could literally hear him from halfway across the store. And yeah, “don’t sell it” is pretty good advice there, because it’s not that big a deal, and what are you going to do? It’s not worth getting upset about it. Tommy Dreamer seems to think that reasoning applies to Ric Flair strutting around nude in a charter plane. That’s pretty messed up.

There are people trotting out the defense that it was a “different time”. Okay, but they were calling it the “Plane Ride from Hell” during 2002. People got fired over it during 2002. Everyone knew it was fucked up, even then. There’s only a renewed sense of outrage because this Dark Side of the Ring episode is finally shedding some light on what really happened, and they’re not sugar coating it. I mean, yeah, people are probably more sensitive about this kind of thing than they were 19 years ago, but it was a scandal at the time. WWE did everything they could to cover it up, because they knew how bad it would be for their PR.

I’d even go so far to suggest that this might be why they didn’t fire more people after the plane landed. If they fired a lot of wrestlers all at once, it would attract more interest to the story, and there would be loads of ex-employees willing and able to tell their side of it. That seems to have been the general reaction from WWE’s management. Vince was upset about the whole incident, but only because of the embarrassment it would be for his company.

In particular, I find myself focusing on Jim Ross. I mean, it doesn’t sound like he did anything wrong on the PRFH, but his retelling of events sounds like he wants to have been an impartial, helpless observer, while at the same time he claims ownership of the whole fiasco. He’d explain his job description like he’s in charge of “the boys”, but then he’d also say things like “I can’t watch everyone every minute”. It sounds like he had a role in hiring the charter plane, but no one seemed to know how it had an open bar, or who approved the second and third cart of liquor after the first one ran out. JR claimed that he was the one who had to fire Hennig and Scott Hall, but he’s also quick to say that he only did it because Vince McMahon told him to. So there’s this sense that he’s just a middleman, executing orders from higher up. “I’m responsible, but if you don’t like how I handled things, it’s someone else’s fault.”

I just don’t get how all the wrestlers act like this was totally normal behavior for a bunch of drunk wrestlers stuck on a plane for 14 hours. Someone said that you had to wear sunglasses and a hat while you slept, so that you at least had a chance to wake up before someone tried to shave off your eyebrows. Ric Flair’s “helicopter” bit was so well known among the talent that they had a name for it. Ross said that if this had happened on a commercial plane, they would have had law enforcement waiting on them when they landed in the U.S. And yet, it sounds like there was zero plan in place for how to deal with the wrestlers if they got too rowdy.

I mean, it’s 19 years later, so maybe it’s obvious in hindsight, but it sounds like it would have been pretty obvious back then, too. So I can’t tell if Jim Ross was too naive to do his job, or he lacked the tools to do it properly. They asked Ross pointblank why Ric Flair wasn’t punished for cornering a flight attendant while he was naked, and Ross said he didn’t know. He suggested that Ric was a “made man” by that point, which doesn’t pass the smell test.

This isn’t an old vs. new issue. Ric Flair was 53 when the Plane Ride from Hell Happened. Brock was in his 20′s when he flashed Teri Runnels backstage. Dustin Rhodes was 32 during the Plane Ride from Hell. He’s 52 now, and he’s wrestling for AEW to this day. Darby Allin is a rapist and he’s working for AEW now, and he’s 28. Somehow, these guys get conferred an immunity from any consequences of their bad behavior. It might have something to do with star power or favoritism, but a lot of times it seems purely arbitrary. Tommy Dreamer was 30 during the Plane Ride From Hell, and he’s 50 now. He was never a “made man”, but he seems to find nothing inappropriate about Ric Flair’s behavior that day, then or now.

I don’t know what the solution to any of this is, but I do find it ironic how the episode opened with JR explaining that the charter plane was hired to be “talent friendly”. They were having a great year financially, and they were on a lucrative European tour, and morale was high, and I guess WWE wanted to do something nice for their wrestlers. But as the episode wore on, it became clear that WWE management seemed all-too-willing to bend over backwards for their talent. They let their guys bring syringes on board for crying out loud. Curt Hennig was drugging people’s drinks. No one was imposing any rules on the talent, and no one was in any position to enforce the rules. And when a few people actually did get fired, the guy who did it felt guilty about doing it.

Leniency and permissiveness can be just as dangerous as strict, draconian micromanagement. If you let your employees get away with anything, they’ll start getting away with everything, and the bad actors will start to make life miserable for the others. Without realizing it, WWE was basically punishing Teri Runnels for just existing on this plane. She can’t retaliate, and she can’t complain to management, so her only choice is “don’t sell it.”

I’ve always heard what a tyrant Vince McMahon can be, on and off screen, but really, I’ve come to notice how his greatest flaw is his indecision. Given two choices, he’ll refuse to make up his mind until the last possible moment. He books DQ finishes and no-contests rather than pick a winner. He hires a small army of writers to script his shows only to tear up their work right before they go on the air. He was on the Plane Ride From Hell. His wife was on board with him. It’s bizarre to me how we never hear what he was doing during the whole incident. But the answer is apparently “nothing”, and that probably explains a lot about why his employees felt so little pressure to behave themselves.

#wwe #plane ride from hell #afterword: i really think it's silly how they kept talking about michael hays' ponytail #like i get it #if i woke up and half my beard was gone i'd be upset #but everyone acts like that's the worst thing that happened on that flight and no #it's not even close #maybe vice only brought it up to make that point #or they just wanted to make sure everyone knew this was the same plane ride story #i kept waiting for them to talk about steve regal urinating on a flight attendant #but that was a different flight #when he was in wcw

9 notes · View notes

passionate-reply · 4 years ago

Video

youtube

“Why did Kraftwerk stop making albums?” they all ask, as though Karl Bartos isn’t right here, consistently kicking ass and making great music. If you’re hungry for more Kraftwerk goodness, specifically with an early 90s techno flair, you probably won’t do better than Esperanto, so come check it out! (Also featuring special guest star Andy McCluskey from OMD.) Full transcript below!

Welcome to Passionate Reply, and welcome to Great Albums! Today, I’ll be talking about an album not too many people have heard, but that I think more people really should--especially fans of Kraftwerk. It’s Esperanto, the 1993 debut of Kraftwerk alumnus Karl Bartos’s project, Elektric Music. The production of the final classic-lineup Kraftwerk LP, 1986’s Electric Cafe, had been dominated by frustrating delays, rewrites, and remixes, and when all was said and done, the resulting album was a relative flop. By the time of the 1991 remix album The Mix, which seemed to end Kraftwerk’s career with a whimper, Bartos had grown alienated from founding members Ralf Huetter and Florian Schneider-Esleben, and fed up with their apparent lack of work ethic. He set out on his own, partnering with Lothar Manteuffel of the Neue Deutsche Welle act Rheingold, to form Elektric Music.

What I think really stands out about Esperanto first is its sense of freewheeling, unrestrained immediacy. For nearly a decade leading up to this album, Bartos had been working at the whim of others, waiting around, and feeling like he was spinning his wheels. Esperanto feels like a tightly coiled spring that’s finally being released. It’s dense, busy, in-your-face music that positively demands to be paid attention to.

Music: “Lifestyle”

Vibrating at the core of Esperanto is an undeniable Kraftwerk-esque sonic template: textural synth side-swipes, chattering vocoder-driven vocals, and hypnotic, mechanical rhythms. It’s natural to expect that rhythmic quality from Bartos, since he was chiefly brought on to provide percussion parts for Kraftwerk, but it’s also important to remember that he’s as interested in pop music as he is in classical. Both Bartos’s solo work, as well as the Kraftwerk tracks he had a hand in, emphasize melody, in a poppy, easy to love manner. The melodies here have some precedent in Bartos’s earlier work, but they’ve never been quite as punchy and vibrant before.

“Lifestyle” also makes early use of vocal chops, which contribute to that tight and busy feel, while also being a marked attempt at pushing this core sound into the musical future. Some of these specific samples are actually repeated across multiple tracks, if you listen closely--a sort of callback to the repeated melodic motives of the early Kraftwerk albums. “Information,” a high-concept eight-minute epic that the rest of the tracklisting pivots around, is even closer to being structured like “Trans-Europe Express”:

Music: “Information”

Bartos has never really ceased struggling under the weight of his Kraftwerk past, torn between indulging in these ideas and themes that come so naturally to him, and feeling obligated to set himself apart--as well as obligated to push the envelope and break new musical ground. Esperanto radiates and burns with that sense of conflict, which feels fresher and more raw, given the timeframe involved. This tension between working with and working against the Kraftwerk legacy is not only musical, but also thematic. Like the Kraftwerk albums, Esperanto is deeply concerned with the role technology plays in our lives...but it’s a lot less optimistic. Take, for instance, the opening track, “TV”:

Music: “TV”

“TV” is Esperanto at its most gloomy or melancholy, portraying the detached haze of modern lotus-eaters transfixed by the glowing screen. It’s an image that’s readily familiar and relatable to us today, of course, and it’s also one that runs contrary to the techno-utopianism of Kraftwerk, where home technologies offer hope of bringing people together rather than splitting them apart, and disconnecting them from the real world. If that wasn’t enough to convince you to read “TV” as an anti-Kraftwerk screed, the lyrics even point to “computer graphics” and “electric bands” as fodder for that destructively distracting entertainment. Ouch! Along somewhat similar lines is the track “Kissing the Machine”:

Music: “Kissing the Machine”

“Kissing the Machine” is also a sort of rebuttal of Kraftwerk tracks like “Computer Love,” demonstrating the pitiful perversion it really is to expect human, emotional fulfillment from a cold and sterile mechanical contraption. Whereas “TV” is more overtly downbeat, “Kissing the Machine” takes the route of dramatic irony, going for an eerily cheerful, naive sort of sound, painting its narrator as utterly oblivious to what they’re missing out on. You probably noticed that the vocalist on this track is actually not Bartos--it’s Andy McCluskey, best known as the frontman of Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. Like Manteuffel, McCluskey is a younger synth-pop artist whose career began in the 1980s, making music that owed quite a lot to what Kraftwerk had achieved before. Bringing on some slightly younger talent is not only a nod towards keeping up with the times, but also another jab at the legacy of Kraftwerk, who refused to collaborate with any other musicians, and at times even seemed loath to acknowledge how the art of electronic music had evolved in their wake. As the title of Esperanto implies, the theme of language is also prominent here, and that serves as yet another way in which the Kraftwerk philosophy is turned on its head, most notably in the title track:

Music: “Esperanto”

While many people assert that it’s more “authentic” to listen to Kraftwerk in German, they made consistent attempts to incorporate a wide variety of languages into their work. Besides the English-language versions of their LPs, Kraftwerk also sang in French, Italian, Spanish, Russian, and even Japanese, to varying degrees. They were selling a vision of “Europe Endless” that was multicultural and multilingual, and seemed to have wanted people from all over the world to connect with them and feel included and represented in their future, rather than view them as some distant and peculiarly Teutonic phenomenon.

“Esperanto” flies in the face of the dream of linguistic unity. Esperanto itself is an artificial, constructed language, created by L. L. Zamenhof in the late 19th Century. Combining features from the most commonly spoken languages across the globe, and streamlining away things like irregular verbs, Esperanto was built from the ground up to become a true “universal language” for all of mankind, that was easy to learn and use. But despite the hopes of Zamenhof, whose name for his new tongue translates to English as “one who hopes,” it obviously never caught on. The most beautiful utopian vision in the world is still just a vision, and you can end up failing even if “you’ve got the perfect pitch.”

Kraftwerk’s longtime graphic designer Emil Schult, whose contributions to Kraftwerk’s signature aesthetic are nearly as important to their legacy as any of their music, returned to create the cover art of Esperanto. With its bright and simple red tone and strong use of diagonals, Esperanto’s cover art is clearly evocative of the iconic cover of Kraftwerk’s 1978 LP The Man-Machine, arguably the finest hour for the band as well as Schult. However, its abstract, non-figurative qualities set it apart from the work Schult and Bartos had done before, as Kraftwerk hadn’t made an album that didn’t feature their own faces front and center since 1975’s Radioactivity. The image of a rising sun is fitting for the idea of Bartos’s empowered return to music after a period of dormancy.

The world is full of people bemoaning the fact that Kraftwerk gave up on making new music, and the apparent irony of this band who appeared to be visiting from the future being absent from the world they helped create, in which “electronic music” has ceased to be a novelty and become a default. Karl Bartos may not be the most prolific artist in the world, but I’ve always seen him as the rightful heir to the Kraftwerk legacy, and I think his string of solo albums since leaving the band are the most worthy follow-ups that could ever have been paired with Kraftwerk’s classic run. Esperanto does everything you could possibly want a 1990s Kraftwerk album to do, staying true to that musical heritage while also pushing forward, and staking a place in the broader artistic conversation. I think everyone who identifies as a fan of Kraftwerk owes it to themself to give Esperanto a spin.

My favourite track on Esperanto is the closer, “Overdrive.” Unlike the readily apparent cynicism purveyed by tracks like “TV” and “Kissing the Machine,” “Overdrive” reads as a more complex perspective about technology and everyday life. It’s a portrayal of that all-too-modern scourge of overstimulation, that’s still ultimately a very exciting one, that sweeps you up in its triumphant “kiss of life.” Listening to its chaotic instrumental outro, I can’t help but feel that it leads directly into Bartos’s follow-up to Esperanto, 2003’s Communication--an album that would tackle the Internet age, and its inescapable virtual hustle and bustle, head-on. That’s all for today--thanks for watching!

Music: “Overdrive”

#music #great albums #album review #album reviews #karl bartos #kraftwerk #andy mccluskey #omd #orchestral manoeuvres in the dark #elektric music #techno #synth pop #synth-pop #synthpop

20 notes · View notes

bau-rookie · 4 years ago

Text

a close examination of Hotch and Foyet

in which Hotch’s greatest strength becomes his fatal flaw.

(a/n: super long essay, because i don’t know how else to consume media apparently lol. i’ve been sitting on this since “100″ because it is really sad and I just wanted to make sure I get all my thoughts in order. It is, to my discovery, Aaron Hotchner’s birthday today, so what better way to celebrate than by explaining all the ways the Foyet arc reads like a Greek tragedy and how Hotch is an amazingly well-written character. Sorry the only way I can think about paying tribute is by making myself sad. Oh there’s GIFs too! I made them and that’s neat :D)

I. Ingredients for a Greek tragedy.

Greek tragedies stem from classical plays, usually about the nobility, and is centered around their struggle against the Gods/Fate. The noble character has a hamartia, or a fatal flaw, usually their own arrogance, that brings upon their own downfall.

Technically, Criminal Minds would fall under the category of modern tragedy which focuses more on common people and everyday problems. (Though you could argue that being a BAU profiler isn’t your typical career, which makes our characters noble not by blood, but in spirit.)

In modern tragedy, there is less of an emphasis on the involvement of a higher power or Fate. Every bad thing that happens is of mankind’s own making, and this is something that CM discusses often, that evil isn’t necessarily brought upon by a higher power. It’s brought upon by ordinary people choosing to do terrible things.

And Foyet is no different. He chose to kill all these people because he wanted to, but his fascination with Hotch and how his plans for him play out, entrap Hotch in a tragedy more Greek in nature.

What Foyet ultimately does is take Hotch’s greatest strength—his stoic resolve to serve justice—and uses it to hold him personally responsible for the death of his ex-wife, all while bending the hand of Fate to his will.

II. Hotch as a noble character.

In “Omnivore” we are introduced to the Reaper and the many ways he tries to exert control and power over his victims. After killing so many times loses its appeal, the Reaper decides to toy with detective Tom Shaunessey by offering him a deal—if you stop hunting me, I will stop hunting them.

While we sympathize with Shaunessey simply trying to save lives, he does so with the knowledge that he is deliberately letting a serial killer go free. The fear and the guilt eats away at him until his death.

Hotch, on the other hand, quickly establishes himself to be a resolute pursuer of justice. We don’t get to make those decisions. We don’t let them get away with it. He holds onto the idea that they have no right to decide who lives or dies and that the victims that unsubs like the Reaper takes, are not something he, or anyone in his line of work, should feel responsible for. Their sole responsibility is to stop them.

This isn’t to say that Hotch is unaffected by the increasing number of bodies. When he turns down the deal and the Reaper attacks the bus full of people, he is visibly shaken by this, so much so that we see Hotch cry for the first time. It takes Rossi delivering some tough love to remind him of what’s important.

Look, if you want to end up like Shaunessy, like Gideon, blaming yourself for everything, you go ahead. But that voice in your head—it’s not your conscience. It’s your ego. This isn’t about us, Aaron. It’s about the bad guys. That why we profile them. It’s their fault. We’re just guys doing a job. And when we stop doing it someone else will.

Hotch and the team in general, are faced with constant reminders that they are only human. They are fallible and cannot control every outcome.

Not everyone can handle the stresses of being a profiler. Despite the horrors, the chance of failing, Hotch’s greatest strength is his stoic resolve. He’s become our beloved Unit Chief, the person on the team who takes on the most pressure, takes it upon himself to, at times, shield the rest of the team from the greater burdens. Personally, he’s arguably also the one who sacrificed the most to have this job, having lost his marriage.

Yet despite the horrors, despite the toll, Hotch shows up for the job anyway. Because he can’t imagine letting the bad guys get away with it.

III. Foyet as a representation of Fate

“The Eye of Providence. A symbol adopted by the U.S. Government with the words: Annuit Coeptis. Latin for “Providence or fate has favored our undertakings.” The Reaper seems to see himself as the personification of Fate.” — Dr. Spencer Reid, “Omnivore”

From the beginning Foyet is shown to have a flair for theatrics. He leaves markings of the Eye of Providence, writes Fate in blood, calls himself the The Reaper. He has delusions of grandeur and posits himself as a higher power, one who gets to decide the course of other people’s lives. Everyone who has the misfortune of coming into contact with the Reaper, becomes another chess piece in his twisted game of Fate.

In another life, Hotch would never cross paths with Foyet. But because he did, Foyet acts as Fate, bringing down divine intervention in the form of driving Hotch into a tragedy of his own making.

Foyet acting as Fate is, paradoxically, also an argument against the actual existence of Fate. Everything that happens is a result of Foyet’s choices. It is him, a man, and not Fate who is choosing to kill, maim and be cruel.

When it came to Shaunessy, Foyet also emphasized pinning the blame of the death of innocent lives on the failure of law enforcement. It isn’t Fate when there’s something you could do to stop it. Shaunessy took the deal because he felt personally responsible for the possible loss of lives, an outcome that Foyet pretty much predicted, but one that doesn’t really affect him. Shaunessy agrees, he gets off on controlling the police. If he doesn’t, well, he can just keep on killing.

Foyet repeats the deal with Hotch. Offers him the deal, which Hotch refuses then immediately murders 7 people on the bus, setting a chain of cause and effect that makes it seems like Hotch’s actions led to this gruesome outcome. Again, placing the blame personally, on Hotch. And Hotch does blame himself, if momentarily.

Later, once Foyet escapes and corners Hotch in his own apartment, he makes it clear, you should have made a deal. Foyet acts as a vessel for Fate, a vehicle through which the consequences of Hotch’s actions are served.

Foyet takes it a step further, when he puts Haley and Jack in witness protection. Left all the usual clues, to simply say your wife and child are in danger because you never took the deal. I hold all the cards here, your fate will come for you eventually.

Then Foyet disappears, and waits. Leaving Hotch filled with guilt over endangering his ex-wife and child, at the mercy of Foyet’s arbitration of Fate.

IV. Dominoes and fatal flaws

By the time “100″ rolls around, you’re so captivated by the action happening on screen that it’s easy to overlook how we got there. When I first watched this season, I had assumed that Foyet would be put on the back burner until the end of the season. His quicker-than-expected return seems to be happenstance, the writers behind-the-scenes doing some plot magic, but if you reexamine the events that lead up to “100″ we see Foyet’s greater machinations at play.

On the surface, the preceding episode “Outfoxed” seems to be a straight forward throwback to an earlier case. Faced with a family annihilator, Hotch and Emily visit the original Fox in prison, believing the current unsub might be a copycat. The episode seems to be about the mental toll being a profiler brings, with Emily contending with a sense of disgust at having to get intimate with a serial killer (post-”Lauren” this reads very differently, but I digress). Until right at the end, when they reveal the admirer letters were actually from Foyet, and the one being outfoxed is Hotch.

When the events of “100″ go down, we hear Foyet repeatedly blame Hotch for what happens with Haley, calls out what we see as a noble resolve to instead be Hotch’s fatal flaw. It was the same thing that led Haley to leave him, a failing borne from Hotch’s own ego, the part of him that insists that it be him who catches the bad guys, that it be him who risks it all. And Foyet uses that to his advantage, uses Hotch’s resolve to trick him into thinking that maybe he did cause all of this tragedy to happen.

One small detail that caught my attention, and set me on this Greek tragedy path, is when they try to track down Foyet in “100″, Garcia notes that he had set an internet search alert for the name “Peter Rhea.”

At this point, Foyet was ready to go after Haley and Jack. He already had pictures and surveillance of the U.S. Marshall in charge of them. He could’ve gone and killed them anytime, but that’s not how Foyet operates. He needs Hotch to feel personally responsible for things ending badly. He set the bait with the letters and simply had to wait for Hotch and the team to get close enough, to find Peter Rhea. This is, of course, incredibly risky. The team could catch him before Foyet gets anywhere close to Haley and Jack, but Foyet is sure of himself and is an extensive planner. He made sure he was always two steps ahead.

The irony is that Foyet would never have gone after Haley and Jack if Hotch and the team didn’t get close to tracking him down. There’s an added layer of Spencer figuring out Foyet’s alias using his genius anagram deciphering brain and Garcia’s expert tech analyst skills. Foyet managed to hurt Hotch because this specific BAU team are just too damn good at their jobs.

Foyet set up dominoes that only Aaron Hotchner could tip to fall. He does it so well it almost feels like Fate.

V. The inevitability of fate

“Men heap together the mistakes of their lives and create a monster called destiny.” — John Hobbes, “Omnivore” closing quote.

A key aspect of Greek tragedy, is that Fate is often the result of divine intervention. They cause certain events to happen in certain ways so as to result in the most tragic outcome, usually death. It’s designed so that the audience is aware of what’s to come, and can see no other way for the story to end. The tragedy is supposed to feel inevitable.

One could argue, that there is no such thing as Fate. Life is simply a sequence of random happenstance, but our need to prescribe meaning to the chaos cobbles up stories of predetermined destinies. Especially when the idea of owning up to our mistakes and their consequences is too much.

All of this was the result of one sick man, George Foyet, choosing to be so cruel. And Hotch was simply a victim of circumstance because if Foyet wasn’t going after Hotch, he’d be going after someone else.

But what are the odds that Hotch’s first case as lead profiler happens to be The Boston Reaper? It was from that moment that Hotch’s fate was really sealed, he and Foyet would be forever intertwined.

Hotch, being who he is, had inadvertently, made the Reaper personal. Even when his BAU team was sent away, his resolve wouldn’t let the Reaper simply disappear. It led him to build his profile, alone and over many years. Any other person might’ve just let the case go, but not Hotch.

So when Shaunessy died and the Reaper resurfaced, the only person in the world who knows enough about the Reaper to track him down, is Hotch. It’s what leads him to George Foyet, a victim at first glance, and Hotch comes to him unaware that he is promising The Reaper a new, worthy adversary, one a decade in the making. And everything, from his prison escape, to his attack on Hotch in his apartment, plays out exactly as Foyet expects it to, because as much as Hotch can read him, Foyet can read his behavior too.

At the end of 5x03, “Reckoner”, Rossi talks about what could have been when it comes to his childhood sweetheart to Hotch. About how he was too obsessed with his job, with the hunt that he gave up his chance of having a family. Rossi warns Hotch, don’t make my mistakes, kid.

You have a family. When all this is over, what are you gonna do to make sure you’re not a lonely guy wondering why you let the purest thing in your life get away?

My initial reaction was that they were setting up for Hotch to leave the BAU for good. The man who hung on to the job so much that it cost him his marriage, for the first time, actually considers leaving it all behind him. Because what Rossi says to him, driven by the circumstances that Foyet has created, is too profound for him to ignore. Foyet is too big of a thing to just move on from once its over.

Of course, my hopes of Hotch riding off into sunset to live a quieter life and watch his son grow up were optimistic at best. It’s a fantasy that purposely ignores the reality of who Hotch is, simply because I want the alternative to be possible. By the time Haley is buried, and Strauss offers Hotch retirement, we already know what his answer is going to be. Because everything we know about this man can only lead us to one conclusion.

Aaron Hotchner is the man who goes after the bad guys, the man who doesn’t let them get away with it. No matter how much I yell at my screen about how Hotch should just retire and spend all his time with Jack, deep down I knew that was never going to happen. Him losing Haley and still going back to work, seems like the only logical outcome. It’s almost feels inevitable.

VI. Catharsis

The point of tragedy is, according to Aristotle, to achieve catharsis. The purging of emotion through the telling of another person’s suffering. And that’s what “100″ does (unless your heart is made of stone and you somehow did not tear up even once).

Others would say that tragedy is meant to teach us a lesson. Meant to teach us the limits of our mortal abilities, to warn against hubris and arrogance; to remind us that they are higher powers and unseen forces beyond our understanding or control.

Criminal Minds doesn’t try to give us that lesson. Like in so many previous cases, the premise of a crime procedural is really a way of examining human nature. Why do people do bad things? More often than not, though our profilers can figure out how an unsub goes from doing thing A to thing B, they don’t have a satisfying answer for why.

In Foyet’s case, he does all of this to Hotch because he can, because he enjoys making him suffer. It is evil, unnecessarily cruel. There is no sense to be found in what happened.

But “100″ does not deliver pure tragedy. It ended in the death of Haley but it also provided hope in the survival of Jack. Hotch finally rids the world of Foyet, though the way it went down, you can’t help but wonder about the price of justice, if the cost is too much for this one man to pay. But then the show reminds the audience, that this one man isn’t bearing that cost alone.

Aaron Hotchner has his team, his family, and with their support, a chance to recover from the tragedy that Foyet wrought.

I used to think that, despite being dead, George Foyet still won. He set out to hurt Hotch, and that’s exactly what he did. We’ve only seen Hotch openly cry twice at this point, and they both were directly caused by Foyet. And I suppose that’s still partly true. It’s hard to really tell with our stone-faced unit chief, but it’s hard to see how Foyet wouldn’t linger.

But that victory isn’t absolute. Foyet is gone, and he loses every time Jack gets to spend another day happy and alive. Foyet loses, every time Hotch shows up for the job and doesn’t let another unsub like him get away with it.

And maybe that’s the lesson. That though good doesn’t always triumph over evil, there is a way to move past tragedy. And that path lies not in solitude, in carrying the burden alone, but in the solace of our friends and family who can bear witness to all that we must face.

For all all my waxing poetic about how Hotch is a noble hero, this entire ordeal just shows how human he is. Yet despite his flaws and the tragedy, the core unassailable truth of who he is, the values he represents, remain unchanged.

He is Aaron Hotchner. The guy who hunts down guys like Foyet. The guy who doesn’t let the bad guys get away with it. The guy who, despite everything, managed to save his son. The guy who will keep his promise to the woman he was once married to, to teach their son that love is the most important thing. The guy who makes sure that his son knows that good people do exist.

Aaron Hotchner is the guy who, despite all the hurt, the pain and the loss, chooses to be the hero. And that’s the farthest thing from tragic.

#did i spend all day thinking too much about a fictional character?#hell yes #i don't know how else to be #i just think aaron hotchner is neat ok #and he deserves the happiest of birthdays #maybe i'll write a fic about it tomorrow #but for now i rest #criminal minds #charlie watches criminal minds #aaron hotchner #david rossi #george foyet #mine: gifs #criminal minds gifs

31 notes · View notes

untilspringdays · 5 years ago

Text

Entranced || One-Shot

Summary: Being friends with idols earned you some pretty cool things. Not in the sense of items or money they had because you refused most of what they tried to get you. No, more so for you the coolest thing was being able to sit in on dance practices. So when your long time friend Jimin invites you to a collab dance practice you gladly accept. Except he didn’t tell you that one of your crushes, Lee Taemin, would be there, and you didn’t tell him that you have been holding feelings for him too. What happens when you see your long time friend, and one of your crushes dance together?

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader x Lee Taemin

Genre: Idol || Smut, Fluff

Warnings: Smut, Biting Kink, Dom/Sub Undertones, Reader is a sub? Group sex, double penetration, not great at warnings.

Word Count: 9.6k

A/N: AHHHHHH!!! Its finally done!!! I have been working on this for so long, and I’m sure some of you saw the little thing I did for it. This is the first ever smut I have shared, I have written some before but that was mostly for friends but this I’m sharing with you guys. I’m honestly proud of it even if I know I have room to improve. My writing only goes up from here!!!

✦ ✦ ✦ ✦

Oh no. Oh god no. You weren’t going to survive this practice. Let alone the one tomorrow when they actually had a handle on things.

The look of dread on your face was equally returned by an evil smirk that your best friend was giving you in the mirror’s reflection. You clenched your teeth, resisting the urge to flip Jimin the middle finger. He knew who he was practicing with today and he invited you here knowing you had a crush on his dance partner.

You curled back further into the wall, trying your best to remain out of the way, mostly. A small part of you trying to hide from the person that was going to be walking through those doors any second now.

You see it wasn’t that long ago that your long time best friend, Park Jimin, found out about your crush on Lee Taemin. Of course you had met Taemin before. You have actually spent time with the very experienced idol inside of friend groups, and the occasional moment alone with him. You could say the two of you were friends that interacted on a somewhat regular basis when he wasn’t busy. He was a cute and sweet person you had come to learn, but not without his own uniqueness that made your face light up with a beaming smile. Not to mention the way he looked and acted on stage that made you weak in the knees, not that you would ever say that last part out loud. Certainly not to your best friend.

While Jimin was your best friend, the one thing he didn’t know was that you had feelings for him too. Over the years of knowing him and being his friend, you had learned to hide your feelings, while some others managed to catch on to small little strings of affection you had for the older man, they simply assumed it was a passing crush. After all you wouldn’t ever do anything to risk your friendship with any idol you were friends with, let alone a long time friend like Jimin.

Now comes your current predicament. Both of them had stage personas. Both of these personas being known for their strikingly good looks, suggestive dancing, and just their overall sexiness.

You were sure you could get through today, but tomorrow? Oh you weren’t sure. Tomorrow they would be more confident in their moves, adding their own personal flair to their dance to make it well, them.

And it wasn’t like you could escape the practice tomorrow. You already promised Jimin you would be there, and seeing how you were staying with him and the rest of BTS for friend catch up sleep over time, there was no way he wouldn’t drag you back to the practice room.

The heavy door opening and closing, snapped you out of your thoughts of how screwed you and your hormones were. Your eyes settled onto the figure walking into the room approaching your friend.

Taemin was always so beautiful to you. No matter what kind of clothing he was wearing. Stage, casual, practice or comfy, it didn’t matter. His Bright eyes.. his charming smile.. The way his hair fell on his face..

You let out a content sigh as you watched the two dancers interact, your attention focused on the partial side profile of Taemin. Your stare becoming dreamy, and wonder filled. Oh goodness you had it bad.

A second later you instantly straightened out as soon as you noticed both of your friends looking at you. A knowing smirk on Jimin’s face, while Taemin just had a shining friendly smile.

With an embarrassed smile, you waved at the two, well mostly as a greeting to Taemin, before curling in on yourself more. Augh! How could you let yourself get caught up in your emotions like that? You just completely made a fool of yourself in front of them both! Jimin was never gonna let you live that down, and you weren’t sure you could face Taemin for a bit after that.

You lifted your eyes to look at the two boys from your somewhat secluded position. Your heart jumping in your chest as soon as you realized that Taemin was walking over to you. Was he going to tease you like Jimin would? Was he going to comment on what just happened at all? God you hoped not.

Half way into his approach, the choreographer walked into the room stealing both of the idol’s attention. A sigh of relief escaping you. Silently thanking the instructor for the unknowing save. Your heart finally settling from the possible shock of an awkward conversation with your crush.

After a few minutes of discussion between the three, they set to work. While some moments weren’t the most exciting in the world, it still held your attention. You were always very interested in dancing. You had some skill in dancing from various idols teaching you things in passing, but you never had time to seriously learn. Besides, watching like this was good enough for you. Even the learning stages were awesome to you. It just showed how much hard work they put into everything.

After an hour or two, you weren’t exactly sure, things became less focused. For them as well as you. Well mostly for you. While they had seemed to slow down in their learning pace, your eyes had started to wander from watching the movements of the dance and trying to learn it to wandering over your friends bodies.

You watched as they rolled their bodies in sync to the beat, moving in such a sultry way that had you unconsciously licking your bottom lip before biting on it slightly. Your eyes wide, taking in every movement before you.

You snapped out of your entranced moment as soon as the song cut again for the millionth time in the day. Mentally groaning and cursing at yourself for your actions. It didn’t matter if it had been a while since you had any intimacy. These were your friends for fucks sake! You needed to get a hold of yourself. You didn’t want to ruin any friendship you had with these two!

Quickly you pulled over your bag, pulling out your phone to distract yourself from what was happening. Glancing up for just a small moment to see Jimin laying on the floor and Taemin sitting near by as the two took a break, water in hand. Good. They needed it.

Your eyes returned to your phone, checking on your social media accounts. Nothing particularly interesting anywhere. You weren’t popular on any of them really, and that was just fine with you. You used the accounts mostly to have fun and see what the world was up to every so often. Of course you followed your friends accounts so you could keep track of what they were doing when they weren’t home. Though you wouldn’t ever try to keep in contact with them that way besides the occasional comment. No one needed to know your connection with any of them. It was safer for them and for you. They didn’t need rumors getting out and you didn’t want the attention.

A call of your name pulled your attention away from your phone. Your face looking up from the screen for your eyes to meet with Jimin’s.

“What do you think of the dance so far?” His eyes held a curiosity to them, and his voice was even despite how tired he looked at the current moment from practicing.

“Umm..” You hummed out thinking back to the parts you had seen so far, trying to analyze them. You especially liked the last part but you couldn’t say it was because of the dance and not because of the two good looking people in front of you.

“I like the start. It’s very interesting the way you have it set up. Nothing I see too often. Though I think the transition could be a bit smoother. Maybe throw something else in to make it easier?” You weren’t a professional or anything but you knew Jimin liked your input on these kinds of things but you didn’t know how Taemin would feel about it. “Might just be the spot I’m sitting at though…” You stated quickly after the fact not wanting to overstep. Sitting off to the side wasn’t the best spot to analyze their dancing but it was the best spot to stay out of the way.

Jimin nodded at your words, taking in what you said before another voice stole your attention.

“You can always move up front. If you want.” Taemin said making eye contact with you, not really bothered by your advice from a moment ago. “You could have a better angle, and be able to see our movements more."

You quickly shook your head at the offer. "No. It’s alright. I’m okay where I am. Besides, I don’t want to get in the way. I’m not a dancer like you two are. My input doesn’t matter too much.”

“Your opinion does matter!” Jimin was quick to protest, Taemin nodding along in agreement.

“Your our friend so of course we would want your opinion. Plus your dancing has come a long way.” Taemin’s voice following shortly after Jimin’s. Your heart warmed at the fact that they thought so highly of you and your opinion, and your partial skills in their trade.

“But still I don’t want to be in the way while you guys are learning.” You mentioned.

They both paused for a moment, both of them looking like they wanted to convince you otherwise, then you saw a look on Jimin’s face. One that he got when an idea was going to be bad for you.

“She is going to be here tomorrow as well. She can always sit up front then.” Jimin mentioned looking directly at his idol friend.

“That’s perfect.” The two had reached an agreement, something else seeming to be exchanged as they looked at each other.

Your eyes flicked back and forth between the two of them, a protest dying on your lips as the two got up to go back to practicing. Stopping to share a quick conversation which you assumed to be about the dance before actually getting back to the music.

A quiet groan escaped you and you buried your face in your hands. You were so screwed..

The rest of the practice went rather uneventfully, at least that is what you wanted to say. Often you would focus on the dance and the moves trying to take them to mind, to get to a point where you could offer a better opinion on it than what you did earlier, but your mind would only stay focused for so long.

A little less often you would find your eyes focusing on their bodies instead. Their movements causing you to shift in your spot. Pressing your thighs together to settle the warm feeling growing between them.

At one point from your shifting you looked up in the mirror noticing Taemin’s eyes on you through the reflection. Your heart dropped hoping he didn’t notice anything. As your eyes met his, the older idol sent a wink your way before returning back to the routine.

A bright blush crept on your face. The wink doing more things to you. You settled in your spot refusing to move too much anymore, not wanting to get caught shifting again. Your mind starting to wonder about things other than the dance.

At one point Jimin had caught your attention. Your eyes locking with his in the mirror as he danced. His hands coming up to his chest and spreading across. His movements showing off his chest a bit as he felt himself up or seemed to be.

Your mouth opening a bit as you got caught up in a trance. His tongue peeking out from his mouth, swiping across his bottom lip. His dark eyes staring you down for a second before the whole look was gone. The practice consuming his attention again.

Done with thirsting after your friends for the day, you decided to bury yourself in your phone until it was time to go.

By the end, neither of them mentioned what happened. Just friendly exchanges happening between the two as they both packed up. You remained silent the whole time, trying to feign being tired so you could avoid an awkward situation. Not wanting to broach the subject of the flirty looks either. After all with your neediness you were probably just imagining things.

Jimin’s call of your name pulled you out of your silence, your attention turning to him as you stood by the door waiting to leave.

“You can wait outside for me. I will just be a second.” He told you as he zipped up his bag.

You nodded in agreement. Anything to get out of that room. To get away from both of them even for just a moment. “See you tomorrow Taemin.” You said to him before going out the door. Not even giving him a chance to respond. You would text him later to explain that you were just tired.

Jimin appeared a moment later. The two of you falling into step and the usual friendly conversation in no time at all. You, completely unaware of the conversation that took place between the two men in the practice room.

✦

You were back in the practice room again. Taemin was already there when you and Jimin had arrived. The both of you greeted him with friendly smiles before he pulled you in for a hug, saying he didn’t get one yesterday. A blush rising on your face as a result but you tried to not let it bother you.

You went to move to your usual spot before Jimin caught your hand, moving you in front of the mirror making you sit down with a cute pout on his lips.

“We agreed you would sit up here today.” He said, the pout clear in his voice.

You let out a small snort. “You and Taemin agreed. I just had to go along with it."

"Well you are there now, might as well stay.” Your long time friend said, with his hands on his hips.

You knew he wasn’t going to give up on it, so you had no choice but to agree. It was your turn to pout now. “Fine.."

Taemin watched the whole exchange with amusement. It was easy to see how close the two of you were. Even in the small seemingly pointless interactions. He was a bit jealous over the fact that the two of you were close but hopefully that would all change soon.

He took this opportunity to speak to you. With his bright eyes set on you he spoke up. "How long have the two of you been friends?"

Jimin perked up at his friend’s question.

"We have been friends for a number of years. Before his debut… at one point we lost contact.” You stated, remembering how during part of his trainee days and the start of his debut he never talked to you or got in contact until randomly he messaged you about meeting up. “We reconnected again when he messaged me out of the blue. It wasn’t like any time had passed at all. It was interesting to see all of the changes he has gone through. I think he was glad to have his not famous best friend back.”

Jimin had a smile on his face. A light pink on his features as you recounted the story. The fact that your friendship came back so easily between the two of you had him happy. It was also true that he was happy to have you back in his life, but he was hoping to change that best friend status here soon.

“How did you and Taemin meet?” He asked you playfully, very aware that it was because of him. He introduced the two of you, though it was more of a random introduction, and not really planned. It was just an incident of him running into Taemin while the two of you were hanging out, and then Taemin ended up tagging along. The three of you having a fun time, though it did take you a moment to warm up to the new person.

You shoved him lightly, joining in on the bit of laughter. “Oh shut up you. You are very well aware of how we met."

All eyes turned to a phone as an alarm went off, disturbing the conversation that was starting to form between the three of you. It also had startled you a little bit seeing how you were the only one not expecting it.

"That’s our que to practice Jimin.” The older man said, giving the younger a certain look you couldn’t quite understand.

You weren’t sure if that was a skill that all idols had where they could communicate without saying anything or if it was a skill something among friends. Granted you couldn’t quite do it, so it must have been an idol thing.

You watched as they both moved away from the spots they were in a moment ago, heading for the center of the practice room.

“Don’t hit me while you guys practice. It was your idea to have me up here in the first place.” You warned them playfully. You wouldn’t be too pleased if you got hurt while sitting up here, but you knew they would never do it intentionally.

“Wouldn’t dream of it Princess.” Jimin said to you with a wink causing your face to break out in a blush. That was new… He never called you that before. Was there something he knew that you didn’t?

Shaking it off quickly you steeled your mind for the toture on your hormones you were about to endure. Hopefully you could keep your thirstiness to yourself.

The first couple of run throughs they did, you had no issue at all. It seemed they had taken your suggestion from the other day but you weren’t too sure either. Everything at the beginning seemed to flow better, transitions a lot smoother, though if that was due to your suggestion or from the practice you weren’t sure.

When they asked, you gave your input on the dance, though you didn’t really have any suggestions to help improve the dance at this point anymore. Everything started to seem perfect to you, but they would stop and discuss every so often of what they could do better, how to improve the look of the performance in general. How they were able to notice these things you didn’t know.

They would also try to bounce ideas off of you despite your lack of input. You weren’t experienced enough to provide really anything but you appreciated their attempt to include you. Mostly you just sat and listened as they seemed to sort out the issues just by talking to you, granted you didn’t have much to say in return.

Soon the issues seemed to appear less and less, and the dance started to show elements of them. They also started to put more effort into it, not that they weren’t trying before, it just seemed to have more energy to you. It was hard for you to explain the change, but it always came no matter what practice you were watching.

This is where things started to get harder for you.

You watched them line up again to run the dance one more time before a break. Eyes flicking back and forth between the two of them, trying to keep your focus on the dance and not anything else but it was getting more difficult by the second.

The confidence they exuded was making you weak. There was an occasional smirk, wink, or just down right sinful look thrown your way every so often, making you wonder what had gotten into them, or if you were just imagining it. As much as you tried to fight it and just be a good friend to support them, their movements were drawing you in. Every hand gesture, every hip movement was weakening you resolve. The body rolls certainly didn’t help either.

As the dance continued on you found yourself leaning forward more with interest, your eyes following their movements, pupils wide as need started to override your rational thinking. You were sure your eyes at one point looked down to somewhere they weren’t supposed to during a move. You tried to deny it for your remaining sanity at this point, but also praying at the same time they didn’t notice it. Oh, they did.

They were watching you the whole time without you knowing. After the little bits and pieces they caught at yesterday’s practice, they paid attention to you this time around. At first there wasn’t anything interesting going on, but they watched as your resolve weakened because of them.

They noticed as you started to lean forward with interest, watching how you shyly bit your lip trying to hold in your reactions as the dance progressed to the more intense parts.

Once the part was reached, they noticed your glances as their moves accented certain parts of their body despite the practice clothes. Jimin had to hold in a small groan as he watched you lick your lower lip need and want becoming clearer and clearer on your face.

Taemin bit his lip in return, which you noticed, but only thinking it was part of the act they were putting on for the dance.

As soon as everything stopped, you noticed just how enthralled you were by them. You quickly straightened yourself out from the former position you were in, turning your attention away from the two men in front of you. You pulled out your phone, mostly pretending like you weren’t just checking them out the whole time. Also you were hoping for a distraction to calm yourself while they caught their breath.

A stern call of your name had you quickly looking up from your device. Your eyes meeting Jimin’s as he was sitting on the floor trying to rest. He was leaning back on his hands, legs splayed out in front of him. His hair clinging to his forehead in certain spots because of sweat. Despite his tired demeanor, there was something about him that you couldn’t quite place. Something different that you haven’t seen before but it had certainly caught your interest.

“Come here.” It was a simple demand. Something you so easily could have denied but something in his voice, something in the way he was looking at you, had you deciding not to.

Being a bit too afraid to stand up due to your weak kneed state earlier, you just moved over towards him as best as you could, despite how silly it probably looked.

Once you reached him, you looked at him, eyes filled with a question that you couldn’t voice. The way he looked, the memories of the dance, and his gaze now resting on you had your voice failing you.

It all happened so fast. You watched as he studied you for a moment, before one of his arms came up. His hand grasped your shirt collar, tugging you forward, and causing your lips to collide with his.

Your mind went completely blank as you felt his warm pillowy lips on yours. Eyes going wide in shock before closing as you melted into the kiss that clearly wasn’t a mistake seeing how it was lasting longer than you anticipated.

The way his lips melded and meshed with yours seemed perfect, almost too good to be true. You almost would have thought it was a dream if it wasn’t for a quick nip to your bottom lip. A small gasp escaped you as Jimin took the chance to slip his tongue inside your mouth. His tongue meeting yours eagerly. A small whine escaping you as the two of you tasted each other. Him trying to pull you closer with every passing moment, his want for you strong in his actions.

The two of you soon broke apart, a little string of spit connecting your lips before breaking apart as the two of you sat back. Both of your faces were flushed, and panting heavily from the intense kiss you had just shared.

You were so caught up in Jimin’s dark gaze you hadn’t noticed Taemin had moved from his resting spot to over behind you.

You were surprised as the older idol pulled you back into his lap. A certain hardness could be felt under you as he pulled you flush against his firm chest. If it wasn’t for the clear indication that he enjoyed what he just witnessed you would have been running out of the room from embarrassment.

His soft hand drifted up your arm with a light touch that sent prickles down your spine, sending a warmness straight to your core. You were sure you were completely soaked down there if you weren’t before already from Jimin’s attention to your mouth.

Taemin’s fingers caressed your jaw gently before pulling your chin to look over at him. You felt helpless under his dark lust filled gaze, but also restless as you waited for something to happen. HIs thumb grazed over your swollen bottom lip before he closed the distance between the two of you. Your lips connecting in a soft manner compared to the harsher kiss you had shared with Jimin earlier. You felt hands on your waist, toying with the edge of your shirt, but you didn’t pay it any mind as Taemin stole all of your attention with his wonderful lips.

His lips moved with yours differently than Jimin’s had, but it still felt perfect to you. He was softer and gentler, but the desire, the want was still there. And when his tongue intertwined with yours you moaned softly. He tasted sweet, whereas Jimin tasted richer. He had you wanting more in just those few seconds, doing everything you could just to bring him closer, to eliminate the distance between you even if there wasn’t any left. If it wasn’t for Taemin’s hands holding you firmly in place on his lap, you would have gotten what you wanted.

The kiss was soon broken by the need for air. You stared at Taemin with a hooded gaze. Both of your eyes blown wide with lust. You would have gone back in for another kiss if it wasn’t for the feeling of hands wandering on your form.

Jimin’s hands that were on your waist a moment ago had drifted up under your shirt. His warm hands feeling up your sides lifting your shirt in the process. The touches from both men seeming so simple but doing amazing things to you at the same time.

As soon he couldn’t push your shirt up anymore with his wandering hands, Jimin grasped your shirt tugging it up. You leaned forward slightly allowing him to pull it up over your head leaving your upper body bare except for your simple looking bra. Jimin quickly tossed away your shirt before returning his attention to you.

Your head tilted to the side slightly as you felt Taemin’s lips on your neck. Him kissing and sucking marks into your skin, soft moans falling from your mouth at his actions.

The other idol was quick to pull down your bra, letting your boobs fall out of it. Your nipples hardening from being exposed to the colder air in the room. One of Jimin’s hands grasping and kneading one of your breasts, while his mouth attached to the other. He kissed and nipped little marks starting from the top before he reached the perked nipple. A single kitten lick touched it, causing you to arch your chest forward seeking the attention that was teased.

Jimin didn’t waste any time in giving you what you wanted, his mouth nipping at your breast before latching on and sucking on your nipple. A needy whine escaping your mouth as you relished in both men’s actions.

One of Taemin’s hands slipped slowly from the outside of your thigh to the inside. His warm hand gently rubbing into the softness of your thigh as he moved closer and closer to your core, but not quite getting there.

You wanted to be touched there, you needed to be touched there, and you didn’t mind begging to get it. You needed some relief and fast.

You wiggled slightly, causing his other hand to tighten on your hip not only to hold you still, but as a silent warning to be patient. His warning only caused you to whine needily.

“Taemin please…” Your voice was soft and airy, but there was a high pitch to it. All because of their attention on you. It didn’t take much from these two to get you worked up.

At the sound of his name there was a small growl that rumbed from his chest. He gave another quick nip to your neck before pulling away. “What is it baby girl?” He asked, his tone deeper than what you were used to hearing, causing another wave of arousal to flow through you.

“I need..” Your words were interrupted as you gasped out, a moan falling out of your mouth shortly after as Jimin switched which breast he was focused on with his mouth. The one that hadn’t had his mouth yet being sensitive to his licks.

“What do you need baby girl?” Taemin asked, his tone soft and patient. His question getting your thoughts back on track and away from how good Jimin was making you feel.

“Please.. Please please please touch me.” You begged not caring how whiney you sounded.

He let out a small chuckle at your words. “Touch you where? I am touching you, baby girl. You need to be more specific.”

If it wasn’t for your arousal filled state you would have shied away from having to say anything like you were about to. In your current state, you didn’t care. You needed his touch on you, in you, and you were willing to do what you could to get it.

You whined again not so much for having to be specific but for the fact that Jimin had now moved away from your breasts, and was slowly marking his way up your chest now moving towards a sensitive spot on your neck.

You enjoyed the sensation for a moment, thankful that Taemin was being patient with you. “I..” You started trying to find the right way to say this, but the impatience in you beat out you trying not to embarrass yourself.

“I want you to touch my clit! I want you to put your fingers in me!” You whined out loudly. “Please!” You added quickly causing Taemin to chuckle.

It was then Jimin sat up, his lips shining a tad from the things he was doing to you with his mouth earlier. “So polite.” He said with a slight rumble in his voice, the tone alone making you feel weaker. If this kept going, you were going to be a puddle on the floor by the end of it.

“I like that you asked so nicely. Just sit back, baby. Jimin and I will take care of you.” Taemin’s voice sounded so sultry. You could listen to them both talk like this and you would be content for the rest of your life.

You felt Taemin’s thumb touch the button on your jeans. He fiddled with the button for a moment just to tease you further, chuckling at the way you wiggled in his lap trying to get him to do something seeing how you already asked nicely. Finally he undid the button, slowly pulling down the zipper. This man and his slow teasing was going to be the death of you.

Jimin seemed just as impatient as you were. Once your pants were undone he gripped the bottom part of your pants starting to pull them off of you. You quickly lifted yourself trying to shimmy the fabric off before they finally came free.

You didn’t care if you were the only one in underwear at this point. You needed their attention. You craved it.

You felt the slender fingers on you before you really had time to settle back down. Taemin’s fingers pressed into your clit gently through the fabric of your underwear. The pressure sure to show off just how wet you were. Jimin’s moan showing that he could see the wet spot, and Taemin’s groan telling you he could feel it.

“So wet..” Jimin muttered out, his dark eyes settled on the spot between your legs watching Taemin tease you and work you up even more. Jimin’s own hand palming himself through the fabric of his pants. Normally you would have shied away from the attention but at this current moment you didn’t care. You loved having their attention on you. Jimin’s intense gaze and Taemin’s attention making you feel wanted and beautiful.

Taemin had his fingers slowly traced to the outside edge of your underwear. His fingers pulling them aside so his finger could push into your opening just slightly, teasingly. Just enough to get your juices on his finger. Your eyes followed his finger as he lifted his hand away from you and brought his index finger to his mouth. You watched with a lust filled gaze as his finger disappeared into his mouth, sucking the wetness clean off of it. A sultry moan escaping the male you were sitting on. You never thought you would find something like that so hot…

A whine pulled your attention away back to Jimin. “I want a taste too.” He said with a pout on his face. Taemin’s finger went back down to your core, his finger dipping inside once again before he held it out for Jimin.

“Here. Have a taste.” Taemin said his low and sexy tone sending a shiver down your spine.

You watched with lust filled eyes, as once again, his finger disappeared into a mouth. Your wetness earning a sweet moan from the other man in the room. One thing was for sure, seeing Jimin suck on Taemin’s finger was even hotter. How did you get so lucky to be in this situation?

“You taste so good Princess. I can’t wait to have a proper taste of you.” You felt your heart jump at the thought. Jimin eating you out? Oh that would feel so good… He would look so good between your legs.. You wanted it. You hadn’t even realized that you let out a soft groan at the thought.

You could feel the deep chuckle coming from Taemin, his chest pressed firmly into your back. “I think she likes that idea a lot, Jimin.”

A sultry grin was on Jimin’s face in no time at all. Your eyes followed his tongue as it came out to lick his soft lips. A soft needy whimper escaping you as you craved feeling one of them touch you. They were such teases.

You slightly wiggled from your impatientance. “Please just do something already, touch me, taste me I don’t care.” You whined out. You were so needy, you couldn’t take it much longer. You needed something.

Jimin’s eyes dropped to your underwear again. His hands reaching forward, grasping the sides of the fabric. “I’m gonna take these off now, is that okay?” He asked despite how much had already happened. He still wanted to give you a chance to back out, and this was your chance to say no to this whole thing.

“God please, yes!” Your voice was a loud whine. You had already stated that you wanted them to do something but you had assumed that they needed to hear you say it specifically so they could cross that line fully.

As soon as the yes escaped your mouth the younger’s grip tightened on your panties pulling them slowly down your legs. Both of their eyes set on your pussy that was just barely exposed to them.

As soon as the last piece of clothing on your body was gone, Jimin’s hands pulled your thighs apart. Exposing you to the cold air of the room, a small gasp escaping you at the feeling.

Jimin didn’t waste any time. His face settled between your thighs, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. He only took a small moment to suck a mark into your skin before turning to his real goal. He was too impatient for all the teasing that Taemin seemed alright with.

As much as you wanted to watch, as so as you felt Jimin’s tongue liking a long stripe from your hole to your clit, your head fell back against Taemin’s shoulder. A moan escaping you at the same time. Finally you were getting the attention you needed. Another lick followed the other before he drew your clit into his mouth sucking softly. Your mouth fell open in a silent gasp.

Taemin was content watching your expressions, he loved seeing your face twist in pleasure as Jimin was basically making you melt from his actions on your core. The whimpers and whines that were leaving you were music to his ears. Oh how much he wanted to be inside you, but he was content with waiting his turn.

One of his hands moved away from the lower half of your body, coming up to cup your breast softly. His thumb tweaking over a hardened nipple, feeling your body shudder from the action. A small smirk formed on his face as he adjusted his grip pinching the nub between his soft fingers.

Your body jumped slightly at the pleasurable pain, a long moan being drawn from you as Jimin sucked harshly on your clit at the same time. He released it with a small pop. You looked down at the dark haired man between your legs, silently wondering why he stopped when you felt his finger push into your entrance.

Another small moan escaped you, as he slowly pushed his finger all the way in. After a moment, another finger was added causing you to whine again. Oh it felt so good but it was lacking too. Even as his mouth reattached to your clit, it still didn’t feel like it was enough. You wanted more, you wanted both of them inside you.

You opened your mouth to voice your desire but as soon as you felt Taemin sinking his teeth into the sensitive skin on your neck drawing another needy noise from you. The bite was followed by a soothing lick before he sucked a dark mark just above the other. These two were going to be the death of you.

Another mark was added to your neck before Taemin pulled away. He could feel the change in your body, how your noises were starting to pick up. He spoke, breaking the stream of constant wet noises and moans that came from their work.

“That’s it… Cum for us baby girl..” His voice was like heaven to your ears, being said in just the right way that cause the familiar tightness in your stomach to grow more. His other hand moved away from your hip, settling on your other breast. The soft kneading and pinching on the sensitive skin only adding to the pleasure you were feeling.

“I…I…” You whined out feeling Jimin’s tongue dip slightly into your core along with his fingers, before moving back to your clit. “Its… It feels so good.” You panted out. You felt Jimin’s fingers crook inside of you hitting that spot that had pleasure spreading through you. It only took a couple more brushes against that spot before your vision went white. Your walls clenching around Jimin’s fingers as you finally went over the edge.

Your mouth open in a silent scream as you worked through your orgasm, Jimin’s fingers working your core slowly to help work you through it.

Eventually you had settled down. Your body glistening from the effort and pleasure, your chest heaving from the exertion as well, but you never felt better. In fact you still wanted more. You still wanted them both. A small whine escaped you as Jimin pulled his fingers out of you, leaving you feeling empty.

Jimin finally sat up from his position between your legs, his mouth shining from your juices. His eyes locking with the other idol. “She is very addicting. One of the best I have ever tasted.

You could feel Taemin’s hum of approval more than you could hear it. Your face flushing from what they thought of you, of what they had just done, but the urge was still in you.

You wiggled slightly from your own need, freezing at the groan that Taemin released, forgetting that you were sitting on him for a moment. Then being the brat you were grinded down on him this time earning you another groan. Oh what a beautiful sound.

His hands went to your waist and gripped tightly, halting your movements against him. “I have to be inside you right now baby girl..” He growled out lowly.

You could feel him shifting so he could free himself from his pants but your eyes widened. You didn’t want just him!

“Wait!” You said suddenly causing both of the idols to freeze. Wide eyes on you, thinking they did something wrong.

“I..” You wanted it but your shyness was stopping you.

Jimin tilted your head to look at him. “What is it Princess?” Concern was clear on his face.

“I want you both inside of me.. At the same time..” You haven’t done anything like that before but it only felt right, considering it was your first time with both of them. You watched them with fear in your chest. You hoped that was okay to ask. You watched Jimin’s eyes flick over behind you before back to your face.

“Are you sure?” You heard Taemin speak up from behind you.

You nodded, your face turning red from how this was normally something you never really considered before.

Taemin turned his attention away from you to Jimin. “Are you okay with that?” The older man asked knowing what the position would entail.

Jimin nodded. “I’m fine with it, I think it would feel amazing, and it would only be fair for both of us.”

You were pleased to say the least, to hear that they were okay with your idea. It had you basically clenching around nothing to think about having both of them.

Taemin pushed you out of his lap, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head. “Okay Jimin you will be on the floor then.”

The younger nodded quickly understanding that the tone Taemin used meant there was no room for debate.

You sat back watching as the two started to strip their clothes. Taemin delivering a wink your way as he pulled off his shirt. His chest and muscles underneath was something you had seen occasionally because of the stuff he liked to wear for performances, but to have this just for you? Oh it was so much better, so much more mouth watering.

Your eyes turned to Jimin seeing him already fiddling with the waistband of his pants. He didn’t really waste any time? His body was a rare site to see, but once again having it just for you? Oh man, it was wonderful. The way his muscles looked, his abs that only glimpses of were ever seen.

You licked your lips as you watched the two men undress. Their bodies’ so perfect in their own way. You wanted to run your hands over every part of their bodies, every little dip, every little bulge. They were so beautiful, handsome, enchanting.. There were too many words to describe how good they looked.

Your eyes looked lower when they were finally bare, a little worry eating at you. They were both bigger than what you have had before, it was going to be a bit of an issue taking both of them but you so badly wanted to. Your eyes followed their hands as they both rubbed themselves somewhat, making sure they were ready for you.

Jimin walked over to you pulling you to straddle him as he settled back onto the floor. His dark hair splayed out behind him, his dark eyes focused on you, full of lust.

You could feel his length at your entrance. Your need for both of them causing you to shift slightly, grinding on his length for any amount of friction. A soft moan escaping both of you from the movements.

Another pair of hands on you halted your movements. “Look at you, so impatient. Just relax and let us take care of you okay?” Taemin said softly into your ear causing you to shudder. You nodded unable to give a verbal reply.

You turned your attention back to Jimin, eyes on him taking him in. Your hands splayed out on his chest feeling the hard muscle beneath your palms.

“I don’t think I can take too much longer without being inside you Princess.” Jimin said, a slight whine in his voice.

You flush slightly before nodding. You wanted him inside of you too. You lifted yourself allowing Jimin to line himself up with your entrance, before you sank down slowly on him. Your mouth open in a silent whine, as a groan escaped the man below you.

Taemin’s hand traced down your spine before pushing you forward, exposing where you and Jimin were connected.

“I have to make sure you are ready for me too, so this might hurt a bit. I will take it slow.” He said to you, trying to reassure you even if it was your idea.

You could feel his fingers poking at your hole. You were already filled so much from Jimin, but you had more room. You hoped you would be able to take Taemin as well. Slowly but surely he pushed a finger into you, a hiss escaping you from the stretch. It was painful but not enough to make you want to stop. You knew the pain would melt into pleasure soon enough. Jimin let out a groan, his hips moving slowly inside you adding to the stretch. A soft moan escaped you after a moment of the two moving somewhat together. Taking your noises as a cue Taemin added another finger.

“Wait..” You hissed out slightly, causing both of them to still. It was uncomfortable. The stretch becoming almost too much so you needed a moment to adjust to the bother of them. As soon as the feeling melted away you nodded, shifting your hips to get them to move again.

Shortly after they were moving in a slow sync again getting you to whimper and whine and moan from the feeling of being so full, of feeling so pleasured.

Taemin withdrew his fingers causing you to whine at the loss of feeling so full. Jimin kept moving inside of you. It felt so good but you knew you needed Taemin inside of you too.

“It’s okay Baby girl, I will be inside you soon enough..” He placed a kiss on your neck before turning his attention to Jimin for a moment. “Jimin.” The other’s name left the man in a growl causing the younger to halt in his movements.

“S-sorry… She just feels so good.” Jimin stuttered out. “You will feel it soon Hyung.”

“Alright I need you to relax for me Baby girl.” Taemin said. The head of his cock poking at your already filled entrance. Slowly his pushed inside causing both of you and Jimin to moan together.

A hiss escaped Taemin. “I need you to relax baby girl, you are too tight..”

You nodded doing your best to relax. You felt so full, and you felt so good. You felt Taemin push further into you the familiar feeling of being stretched returned to you. It was uncomfortable but the good feelings were overriding the bad. They were both so big, and you felt stuffed. Together they were reaching and hitting every spot in you that felt so good.

Once he was all the way in the three of you all released noises of pleasure. You stuttered out a quiet okay for them to move.

As soon as they got the cue to move the two started to move, taking a moment to find a good rhythm until finally they were in sync in a manner that had your head spinning. Wet noises from the three of you filled the otherwise empty room. The grunts and moans of the two men joined your whines, whimpers, and moans. Everything felt so perfect, they felt so perfect. Something you never thought you would experience let alone kiss either one of them.

Jimin soon claimed your lips, pulling you into a heated kiss. It was messy and needy. His tongue dancing with yours, swallowing all of the noises you were making from the movements of the two dancers.

It didn’t take long for the two to pick up the pace, causing you to pull away from Jimin’s lips, to cry out as they seemed to find the sensitive spot inside of you. “Oohh..” You drawled out. “Right there… please.. Feels so good..” You said between the noises that you made.

Taemin let out a breathy chuckle. “So polite still even when you are getting pounded.” A smirk was on his face, you could just tell. “We will give you what you want baby girl.” He pressed a searing kiss into your neck that was bound to leave a mark. A moment later you felt his teeth digging in gently to the same spot, making you whimper.

“Oh? Is this baby girl into biting?” He whispered right into your ear causing you to shudder once again, as they moved in and out of you. You nodded quickly wanting his teeth back on your skin. You soon got your wish as you followed up your nod with a simple “please.” Jimin muttering a low comment about you being so polite.

Taemin’s mouth was back on the tender skin of your neck in a short amount of time. His kisses and small bites working to find that perfect spot on you that would have you crying out, even if he was distracted with thrusting inside of you along with the other male under you. In a short amount of time he found the spot when you whine from one of his kisses. His teeth following shortly after, digging in your skin enough to cause that wonderful wave of pleasure to go through your body. His tongue worked over the spot to sooth it somewhat after he bit down.

Jimin let out a grunt below you. “I’m not going to last much longer Princess..”

You cried out as Taemin bite down on your sensitive skin as they thrusted up into you hitting that perfect spot once again. “I… I’m gonna come..” You whined out to both of them.

A long drawn out groan came out from Jimin at your words, and the pleasure he was feeling as well. He always imagined hearing you say those words but never thought he would be able to hear them like this. “Come for us Princess..”

Taemin stopped his actions on your neck. His hand snaking around your side to reach between you and Jimin to rub your clit for you. “Come on our cocks Baby girl…” He whispered seductively to you. His thrusts were faster but still not as out of rhythm as Jimin’s. His hand working small circles into your sensitive nub, causing the tight feeling in your stomach to grow. The noises you were once making becoming silent as it was all becoming too much.

Finally the pleasure came crashing in all at once as you were pushed over the edge. Your head falling back and mouth open in a silent cry. Jimin groaned out your name as he came inside of you. The younger falling back onto the floor fully trying to catch his breath.

Taemin pulled you back, adjusting so you were on his lap, pulling Jimin out of you at the same time. The different position had him hitting parts in you that you never thought anyone could reach. You cried and whined at the over simulation, but you didn’t want him to stop even as he fingered your over sensitive clit.

He pressed a chaste kiss into your neck once again. His chest heaving, his thrusts up into you faltering and becoming rushed as he chased his high. “Come for me again baby girl. I know you can do it.” Even as you shook your head mumbling out how good it felt but it was too much. “Give me one more, that is all I need.”

He thrusted up harshly into you, a moan escaping him. You could tell he wasn’t going to last much longer, and with how sensitive you were, you could feel another climax building quickly. His fingers continued to rub into you timing with his sloppy thrusts. His voice gently calling a command to you. “Come for me.”

Everything went blank for a moment as you fell back against your crush. Mouth open as you came once again at his command. He grunted thrusting a few more times before he spilled inside of you, filling you along with Jimin’s come.

The three of you together was a sweaty panting mess. Taemin and you slumped against each other breathing heavily, while Jimin was still resting on the practice room floor. The three of you were sitting in relative silence.

As your mind cleared from your lust, confusion began to settle over you. What was going to happen now? Was this only a one time thing? Or was there something more between the three of you? You were afraid to find out the truth.

Taemin was the first to move after he had recovered, wrapping his strong arms securely around you, burying his face into the crook of your neck. Your mind relishing in the affection he was giving you but you couldn’t help the confusion and concern building inside of you. But you couldn’t go without knowing.. You had to know.

Finally you broke the silence. “Does…” You found it hard to speak the words. Jimin sitting up from his spot on the floor to look at you, Taemin raising his head as well.

“Does.. Does this mean something? Or… Was this just.. A one-time thing?” You were afraid of their answer. Your gaze turning to look at the ground but making no effort to move from Taemin’s embrace.

Taemin was the first to answer. “Oh you are ours now baby.”

“That is if you want us right?” Jimin asked afterward to clear up that you still had a choice in this whole mess.

You looked up from the ground at their response, your eyes meeting Jimin’s that were shining with hope and fear at what your response might be even if the three of you just shared a wonderful moment together.

It only took a small moment before you finally answered, trying to process what they were saying even if it was something so simple, it still felt like a dream to you.

“Of course I want you, both of you..” You said a blush finding a way to your face as you admitted it out loud. “I have liked both of you for a while now..” Your eyes had wondered to the floor once again. “I had a crush on Jimin for the longest time, and then Taemin came into the picture and everything got worse.. I just.. I never wanted to say anything because I didn’t want to mess up the friendship I had with you guys seeing how you are idols and all, and well… I’m just me..” You stated. You weren’t anything special in your mind, not like they were.

Hands were on your face in a second, tilting your head up to look directly at Jimin. “You are special to us Princess. You always have been but neither of us wanted to go after you until you did something.” He pressed a quick kiss to your lips as a sign of affection before pulling away.

You didn’t blame either of them for not making a move.. While you had confided in Jimin about your crush on Taemin, you would always say it would pass, never yourself taking any action even with the crush.

“I didn’t think it would be fair to Jimin seeing how he liked you if I made a move on you first so I just waited to see what you would do, and it turns out that I saw you eyeing both of us in practice yesterday. Jimin didn’t notice until I mentioned something, and then we both clearly saw it today.” Taemin clarified for you. “We took that as a sign of wanting us both.”

Your eyes wandered over your bare forms in the mirror for a moment taking in the information. You were theirs, and they were yours. A smile slowly made its way on your face before realizing how naked you all were in a somewhat public place.

“We should get dressed.” You stated quickly, before moving to get up, only being able to push yourself so far before falling back into Taemin’s lap from how weak your legs were.

The two men chuckled at your state before Jimin stood up, pulling you up into his arms. “We will help you princess.”

“Only so we can go back to my place and have round two.” Taemin quickly added after as he started to gather your clothes. His words causing you to flush once again, wondering on all that would happen later.

#Park Jimin #Lee Taemin #BTS #SHINee #bangtan boys #bangtan seonyeondan #smut #fluff #park jimin x reader #lee taemin x reader #park jimin x reader x lee taemin #Magic writes

90 notes · View notes

laurazepamwrites · 4 years ago

Text

The Chemicals between us ~ Chapter 12

“Here is your office, Ma'am.” Said the young Vishkar receptionist, pushing open the frosted glass door to a pristine, well lit room that offered a generous view of the bustling city of Istanbul below. “You have a video call from Mr Korpal at three.” Satya glanced at the clock, she had twenty minutes to settle into her new surroundings. “Thank you.” She said to the receptionist who gave her a polite nod and left. Satya looked around the room, it was her first time in Vishkars Turkish offices but no matter where you were in the world, Vishkars style was indistinguishable. Sleek, clean and modern. Satya walked to some nearby shelves which were sparsely adorned with a book on hard-light, a small model of the headquarters in Utopaea and to her distaste a wilting houseplant. She wiped a finger over the shelf and inspected it for dust, she made a satisfactory noise and seated herself at the desk which created a hard light screen in front of her. ‘Identification please.’ It spoke in a computerized female voice. Satya cleared her throat and answered. “Satya Vaswani, Architect.”

‘Voice recognition correct. Good afternoon Miss Vaswani.’ The screen split into three and a hard light keyboard emerged in front of her. She touched one screen which moved forwards of the other two and it was with this one she accessed her emails. The most recent one was from Sanjay who had moved her meeting forward, she replied quickly to alert him she had arrived in time and was waiting. Her next email made Satya narrow her eyes slightly, The header said ‘Do you wanna know a secret?’ followed by a small pixel of a purple skull. Satya tutted and deleted it promptly. Spammers always seemed to find their way into Vishkars email boxes. Perhaps the Juniors and Interns were using their time unwisely online, she should say something before one of them accidentally opens a virus. Looking up through the clear hardlight wall of her office she noticed the young woman that showed her in chatting with another member of staff. A young man who looked to be in his twenties, eating his lunch whilst talking to the young receptionist. Satya watched in disgust as he took a bite out of his food and watched a dollop of sauce land on his shirt. She grimaced..perhaps she would talk to them later. The second screen suddenly lit up and played a tune and rotated to the front. ‘Incoming call from Sanjay Korpal.’ The computer's voice informed her. Satya sat up even straighter if that was possible for her and smoothed out her perfectly kept clothes and tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear before delicately swiping the screen to answer. “Good afternoon Sanjay.”

“Ah Satya, glad to see you have settled in. I do apologize for the change in times.”

“It was of no concern. I hope your meetings in Monaco have gone well.”

“They have indeed but I will not bore you with the details. Have you read the Istanbul brief?”

Satya swiftly brought up the files on the 3rd screen on her latest project. A few weeks had passed since she had left Oasis and had returned to Vishkars headquarters before being assigned to Turkey for -in her opinion- what was an underwhelming project for Vishkar. A small hardlight complex paid for by a local celebrity. It was beneath her.

“Is this not the kind of assignment for less skilled architects?”

Sanjay laughed. “Oh satya I do enjoy your bluntness. Whilst I would agree normally I'm afraid I will need to keep you in the shadows a while longer, just until the Brazil fiasco is forgotten. We still haven't located the stolen technology. Correia dos Santos has been untraceable”

Satya felt a flair of anger rise within her and it showed in her tone. “Nevermind the technology..our mission was to help the people of Rio and they rebelled. Why am I the one to be punished for their lack of sense and gratitude?”

“Don't get upset Satya, you are not being punished. We just feel it would be best to keep you out of the limelight for a short while. I’m doing it myself, working behind the scenes as it were. Don't you worry, myself and the other executives have a huge project in the works and you'll be the one to create our vision. Take this time to rest yourself and perfect your art. We have great plans for you Satya. Do not concern yourself with people who refuse paradise for they do not deserve it.”

His words reminded her of her strange meeting with the Minister of Genetics, “You sound like Dr O’Deorain. She told me something similar herself when I met her in Oasis.”

Sanjay's face had gone from smiling to something much less approving and he shifted in his seat. “And what er..what is it the Madam minister told you?”

“She told me to remind you that sacrifices must be made for the greater good and order will be born from chaos.”

“Was that all?”

“Only that Vishkar shares Oasis ideals, where ingenuity will lead mankind to a greater future..She..She did mention how unfortunate Brazil was for us.”

Sanjay smirked unpleasantly and loosened the tie around his neck. “I can assume she put the fault at my door? The Minister has an eloquent way with words that still stab deeply. I'd expect no less of her.”

“Do you know her personally, Sanjay?”

“Hmm? Oh no, I met her only briefly when I have visited Oasis in the past. She is an ally of Vishkar and has voted for a partnership but I have yet to meet a more dangerous woman. she’ll find a weakness and unravel it like a thread.”

“She said I will rise from the ashes with the best of humanity.”

“Of course she did. Moira is a very clever woman and would be blind to not see your potential my dear. It's what I have always told you Satya, and soon you will come to understand that yourself once our grand vision comes to light under your hands. Do the dumb models house and enjoy your time in Turkey, soon everything will make sense I promise.”

“I need more information Sanjay, are we creating more cities? Brazil was a huge financial setback for us, how can we afford to-”

“Satya do not upset yourself with things you do not understand. All you need to know is what to build and where to build it. You’re an Architect, you have no need to concern yourself with the boring affairs of my work.” He was smiling at her but his jaw was clenched and eyes set hard on her. He hated being questioned and divulging the details of how Vishkar was run. Satya lowered her eyes. “I am sorry Sanjay.”

Sanjay relaxed and leaned back in his chair, “All is forgiven my dear, now why don't you take some time to explore the city? I will be in touch in a few days to hear how your project went. Remember, I expect nothing but perfection from you.”

Satya blinked at the now blank screen as Sanjay ended the call. She felt slightly ashamed for questioning him and risking his temper, it was not her place.

She was simply the tool.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Everyday around four in the afternoon on the plaza outside of the Vishkar Istanbul offices the local cafe takes out a cold trolley stocked with flasks of the traditional local drink called Şerbet. It was a routine of Arda Yilmaz, an office administrator for Vishkar, to come down to the plaza everyday to purchase the sugary drink. He would then sit on the edge of a grand stone fountain and watch his colleagues taking their own break, the locals going about their business or tourists studying a map and looking lost. Today was no different except for the fact the most established Architect Vishkar had was now in the building. He wiped at the sauce stain on his shirt hoping she wouldn't notice should he bump into her, Arda wanted to make a good first impression after all. He glanced at his watch and stood up, his break nearly over he began heading back to the office. In the corner of his eye he saw an old woman, walking heavily on a can and carrying a hefty shopping bag. She wore an intricately designed headscarf and large dark sunglasses. Arda paid her no mind until he heard a soft ‘Oh!’ coming from her direction, looking over as he prepared to swipe his ID card to enter the building he saw the old woman had dropped some shopping.

“Oh thank you young man!” Said the woman in an Arabic accent as Arda knelt down to place her belongings back in her bag. “My daughter will scold me for doing too much again, My poor back will have hell to pay tomorrow.”

Arda stood up and handed the woman her shopping. “You’re welcome Ma’am. Do you live nearby? Can I call you a taxi?”

“Oh how sweet of you!” She said, reaching up and pinching his cheek. “My daughter is parked just around the corner, would you be a dear to help me the rest of the way?”

Arda smiled brightly at her and took the rest of her bags in one hand and offered her his elbow to assist her walking. The old woman gratefully accepted and as they walked she asked if he worked in that big beautiful building, he must be important to work there since she saw a grand looking car pull up earlier on her way to market with a serious looking woman leaving the vehicle.

“Oh you must have seen Satya Vaswani. She's the best architect Vishkar has, I don't know why they sent someone like her here though. She's a genius! Oh is that your car ma'am?” They had walked up a deserted alleyway to the only vehicle parked there. “Strange place to leave your car, there's a car park not far from here.”

“There is, dear. But there's a lot of cameras and security and I'm very shy.” Said the old woman letting go of his arm. Arda looked at her in surprise as she dropped her cane and stood up straight. She reached into her handbag and pulled out a gun. “This will only hurt for a minute.” She said and shot him in the leg. Poor Arda had barely time to react as an intense wave of fatigue washed over him and he slumped backwards and leant heavily on the boot of the car. Ana moved towards him, opening the back door and gently guided him in. He was too exhausted to resist and was seconds from sleep. “I'm sorry dear but you looked the nicest one to work with.” He heard her say. “You’ll wake up in a couple of hours and are free to leave, there's a pillow to sleep on and I left an energy bar in the glove compartment. You’re gonna feel rough when you wake up. Oh, i'll be needing this too..” She took the ID around his neck and pocketed it in her handbag. Ana took off the headscarf she wore stuffing it under the seat and replacing it with a floral scarf and a new pair of sunglasses. She topped her new disguise off with a sunhat.

“You know, Vinegar and soda will get that mustard stain out of your shirt.” Ana smiled warmly at him. She shut the car door and Arda fell into the deepest slumber he would ever have.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------

Mei tucked her hair behind her ear as she nervously watched Angela check them into the hotel. She did not doubt Athena's abilities to provide false identification but she was still scared they would be caught out or recognised. The Omnic receptionist typed away at the computer on the check in desk and Mei felt a rush of relief when he bid them welcome to Calais and gave Angela the room keys. Their room was adequate for the night with twin beds, shower and tv. Mei released Snowball from one of her bags and was instantly berated for his undignified imprisonment. “Well I'm sorry Snowball but the Commander said you could only come if you stay hidden.” She curtly retorted. She looked to Angela who had already unpacked the few essentials she brought and was tidying her long blonde hair in the mirror, hair pins sticking out of her mouth. “What do you suggest we do first Angela? One of the addresses Athena found is about a 10minute drive away.”

Angela quickly pinned back her hair into a neat bun and admired it at different angles. “I think it's best to start from there before we draw too much attention to ourselves. After that we can act like tourists, get dinner then go over whatever we have found. We can discuss the Omnic rally tonight.”

“Do you think there will be trouble?”

“Depends who is in attendance” Angela said, checking her pistol and holstering it at the hip. “Liberte was supposed to be speaking but who knows who will take his place and if they will stir the crowds up, and don't forget Null sector where seen in the area not long ago. We must keep our guard up always.”

It didn't take long to locate the first lead, on a quiet street in Calais they found the residence of Pix Elle. A female omnic who had reported her husband Hub 0.5 missing only four days earlier. Angela parked up the car and got out, looking up at the grey imposing apartment building that housed humanoid Omnics. “They live here?” Mei asked, joining Angelas side. The building was old and dirty, in obvious disrepair and had pro Omnic graffiti paired with hateful anti omnic slogans. “Its terrible.” Stated Angela grimly. As they approached Pix Elles door Angela took out a badge from her handbag. “We’re journalists Mei, I’ll do the talking. We’ll keep it nice and casual so we don't arouse suspicion. She may be defensive.” Mei nodded in agreement, thankful Angela was taking charge. She had a brief thought that maybe it would have been a good idea to bring Zenyatta along to ease communications between humans and Omnic but it was too late for that. Angela gave the door a couple of knocks and Mei could hear movement from within, a minute later the door opened a crack, a softly glowing light blue omnic eye peered out at them. “Hello?” It said with uncertainty.

“Pix Elle? My name is Amanda Muller and this is Lin Chang." Angela quickly showed her the holographic paper that Athena had tampered with to create a fake ID badge. “We work for ‘The connexion’ paper and wondered if you would be willing to help us with our report.” Pix Elle opened the door wider. “Is this about Hub's disappearance?”

Angela glanced at Mei. “Yes. We think he may not be the only one missing and we need as much information as possible. Can you assist us?”

Pix Elle looked between the two women and opened the door fully. “Yes! Yes please come in, I was beginning to think no one was going to help. The police said there wasn't much they could do, just to put out flyers with his face on. Is that how you found me? Oh! Please sit, I'm sorry this place is such a mess! We don't usually have human visitors so i'm afraid I can't offer you anything to drink.”

“Please don't worry about us, we’re here to help.” Angela gestured to a chair opposite herself and Mei. “Can you tell me about your husband?”

Pix Elle sat and looked down sadly. “Hub is a good man. He never got into any trouble and this is not like him I swear. He always comes straight home from work. I..I don't know what to do. No one wants to help Omnics, even my own kind is too scared to help. They think they will disappear too!”

“How many have disappeared Pix Elle?” Asked Mei.

“Three that I know of, maybe more?” She answered.

“Do you know them? Does Hub?” Angela asked.

“No, I don't think so, he tells me everything.”

Angela took a notebook from her bag. “Where does Hub work, Pix Elle?”

“At the Port, he works on moving cargo..for Global Freight. He finishes late at night and then one night he just didn't come back. This was nearly four days ago! What If something bad has happened to him?” She was clearly upset.

“That's what we want to find out about Pix Elle, we want to find out what's been happening to Omnics lately. Has anything strange been happening here? Anything you have seen?”

“Well..I saw some strange looking Omnics outside the apartment but only once. They sprayed the building but so many do.. There's alot of omnic gangs around, do you think they hurt him?”

Angela shared a look with Mei, “It's a possibility. Pix Elle what do you know of Null Sector?”

“Null Sector? They’re an extremist Omnic rights cell yes? I know a couple of members were caught here not long ago but they were released without charge. Do..do you think Hub has joined them?”

“Im not sure Pix..”

“If he has then he’s surely alive right?! Hub always talk about omnic rights and how we deserve better! We planned on going to the rally together tomorrow. Maybe he’ll be there!”

Mei looked sadly at the Omnic who was now full of hope. It was cruel how they were treated, how they lived. She looked around the tiny apartment. It was cold and dark, the only light coming from a small window. They had little furniture, few possessions..a photo frame caught her eye. Mei stood up and walked over to it, gently picking it up. “Is this Hub?” She asked.

“That was taken a few days after we met, Hub took me to a protest as a first date could you believe! It was a wonderful day, Tekhartha Mondatta was the speaker. May the Iris embrace him.”

“Did you know Liberte was meant to be at the rally tomorrow?” Angela asked.

“Yes, me and Hub looked forward to seeing him but he’s cancelled his last 3 events. He is still using his social media and has urged his followers to still attend despite the threat of Null sector. Maybe he will be there, like Hub!”

Angela looked sympathetically at her. “I'm sure we will get to the bottom of this Pix Elle, and I hope you get the closure you need. I think Lin and I have what we need from you, we won't disturb you any longer.” Angela stood up and held out her hand for the omnic to shake. Pix Elle grasped it tightly with both hands. “It means so much that someone heard my cry for help, please. Please help bring my Hub home!”

“We’ll do our best Pix Elle, I promise. Maybe we’ll see you at the rally tomorrow.” Angela smiled gently at her and pulled her hand away. Once they had left and walked down the stairs did they speak. “Do you think he joined Null sector?” Mei asked. “Do you think any of them did?”

Angela looked sadly back at her. “No Mei..I think they are dead. Whatever is happening to them, whatever purpose. I don't think there's a happy ending for them. Maybe whatever happened to these omnics is different from what happened to the ones In Bryansk..I don't know. It's bad though. It's very bad.”

Mei pushed the door to the apartment building open. “Do you think Liberte is even missing? Pix Elle said he’s still using his social media, maybe it's personal reasons after all..?”

“Unless someone else is using his account.” Said Angela, who had stopped to look at some Omnic graffiti on the building. “This must be the one Pix Elle spoke about. It looks new.” Mei looked at it, it was an Omnic rising into the air, silhouetted against a bright golden sun in a blood red sky. Beneath him was charred bones and burning buildings, strange symbols lined the bottom which looked like the Omnics coded language. “Wow that's erm..bold?” Mei said with uncertainty, suddenly feeling very exposed in an Omnic neighbourhood. “I agree, let's move on.” Said Angela taking her arm and steering her towards the car.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------

The security guard looked up with suspicion as Ana used the Vishkar ID to enter the building. “Oh hello young man, I hope i'm in the right place. This badge belongs to my grandson, he told me he left it at home and got into some trouble this morning for forgetting it. He’s working late so I also brought him dinner.”

The guard studied the ID and recognised the employee, didn't he see him leave earlier? Perhaps he was mistaken. He can't be expected to remember every single person that went through those doors.

“There's also my famous almond biscuits if I need to bribe my way in?” The old woman whispered cheekily.

The guard chuckled lightly. “No need Ma'am. I believe he works on the 9th floor, the elevator is down the corridor on the left.”

“Thank you dear.”

One of the elevator doors opened as Ana approached, she stepped aside to allow the person to leave and was pleasantly surprised to come face to face with none other than Satya Vaswani. “After you my dear.” Ana said pleasantly, gesturing to go ahead. “Thank you.” Satya replied politely and walked into the foyer. Ana noted she looked somewhat flustered but thanked her own good luck that Satya was leaving as she pressed the button for the top floor. Some people entered and left the elevator but gave her no mind, polite nods of greeting were exchanged but why would anyone give a thought to an old woman. The 9th floor came and went as Ana accessended to the top of the building, stepping out confidently and walking in the spacious well lit reception area. Ana took note of how many offices were on this floor, three in total. Each one housed a potential treasure trove of information, but it was only one she needed to access.

“Can I help you?” A young receptionist asked as Ana approached.

“Ah yes dear, I have my Grandsons ID and dinner. I was told to bring it to the 9th floor.”

“Oh, well this is the 15th floor Ma’am.” The receptionist said politely. “May I take the ID?”

“Oh my damn eyes get worse everyday.” Ana laughed and handed her the badge and eyed up the doors, spotting Satya's name on the end office. “Oh your Ardas grandmother?” The receptionist said brightly. “How sweet, he always talks about you.”

“Of course he does, I'm an amazing woman.”

“Im so sorry to hear about your husband.”

“Yes, well death takes us all in the end my dear.”

“Oh..Arda told me he left with a woman half his age..?”

“Oh for the love of..!” Ana rolled her eye, swiftly pulling out her sleep gun and darted the girl in the neck. She went down quicker than Arda had and she made quite a noise as her head hit the desk. Ana braced herself expecting a couple of Vishkar executives to investigate the noise but the offices appeared to be unoccupied.

“My luck is soon going to run out” Ana said to herself as she positioned the receptionist into a more comfortable position and took her phone off the hook. She snatched her ID off her neck and quickly went to Satya's office, thankful the ID allowed her entry. Ana sat at the desk and was greeted with a hard light screen. ‘Identification please.’ The screen asked.

“Athena do your magic” Ana whispered as she attached a small microchip to the screen. Instantly it changed from blue to green as Athena began hacking into the Vishkar computer. Lines of code repeated over and over making Ana doubt it was working. ‘Voice recognition correct. Good afternoon Miss Vaswani.’ Oh!

“Athena you are truly a marvelous creation.” Ana praised as she began downloading information onto the microchip. She checked her watch..she had been in this building less than 15minutes and was soon to walk out her payload. This old woman still had a few tricks up her sleeve.

“What do you think you are doing?” Satya asked coldly from the door to the office.

‘Shit..’

#the chemicals between us #Junkrat #Overwatch #meihem #mei ling zhou #fanfic

13 notes · View notes

popculturebuffet · 4 years ago

Text

Animation Reviews: OK KO: Red Action to the Future

On to part 3 of Red Action 2 days because my schedule got nuts, and this one.. I was dragging my feet on beause I didn’t remember liking it nearly as much as the rest of the red action trilogy. Now while the same held for “Your Everyone’s Sidekick” I ended up liking that one.. this one... not so much. This one is however earlier in the season than it’s sisters in red action spotlighting: “Back in Red Action” was towards the end of season 1, while “Red Action 3: Grudgement Day” is literally the last episode before the finale arc, something i’d forgotten till today. This one is pretty early into season 2 and the why.. is really easy to figure out. For Season 2 Enid actually got a pretty intensive and long spotlight arc about her time at point prep, with rad and ko only showing up in a portion of it, so late in the season wouldn’t be fair as enid not only had the halloween episode then, but also just had a 7 episode arc basically to herself with Elodie as her co-star and rad and KO out of focus or even absent at times, so they likely did it early to prevent overloading the season with her. Granted they could’ve just had Red show up at school and done one episode there that wasn’t part of it’s overarching story, and still HINTED at the glorb doping arc while she was there, but they may also have not decided which one of the two they wanted Enid to end up with, and thus didn’t want to put her and elodie in the same space. I dunno. We’ll also be covering the POINT arc here eventually, but obviously there’s a lot of episodes to get to first, including the whole gar and carol backstory arc, before we get to that one. And with that out of the way, let’s take a look at Red Action to the Future, under the cut.

We open with Red playfully helping KO stock the shelves with new Double Dipped Lazer chips since, as Enid points out, it’s rad’s day off. She can also fire things in her canons , which is neat. It’s also highly noticable that she and KO are now on good terms and the two seem to be friends. Which despite their last interaction really isn’t THAT weird surprisingly: K.O.’s a forgiving kid as long as your not an out and out supervillian, and even earlier this season he was worried about Lord Boxman disappearing despite hating the guy most of the time for good reason. And with her past behind her in the future, Red is likely inclined to be more the fun kind of cool instead of an edgelord asshole, and likely apologized off screen and as we’ll see next time, she genuinely regrets her actions. That being said I do feel we could’ve had an episode with red trying to be better, but I do get the show has a lot of ground to cover, so this was an easier thing to have happen off screen. Anyways the three are palling around, with red and enid being couply while KO panics when ENid points out his newly beloved double dip lazer chips are probably a limited time thing... ko’s wimpering “no I love them” is so relatable it hurts. But before Red can figure out KO’s snack dillema Yellow Technique yells at red to come home and help, Enid is too worried abotu pressuring her to ask her to stay, and Yellow refuses to let KO and Enid come along for reasons.. and frankly I don’t get that even with possible damage to the timeline. Besides you know, the end of this episode, we also have the fact that you guys HAVE TIME TRAVEL. If they gain a year or two, they’ll still come back and fufill their places in the timeline and you can CONTROL THAT, so if they had to stay longer than a year or needed to be back for something specific, you could bring them back and have two incredibly powerful allies for your war. The x-men have had a good handful of members from the future and look how well that turned out. Some of the time I mean Bishop did turn evil for a while and the younger cable whose around stabbed the older one and rachel went into a coma and then the future but she’s back now.... okay maybe she has a point.

Anyways Enid regrets her decision, Red comes back for a quick break, with years having now passed, Blue shows up to yell at her to come back which seems.. harsh. Like I know she’s like Killowog, a good person whose probably murder on recurits but seems nice off duty from waht we’ve seen and her happily saying hello to enid, which makes me want an episode where they actuallyv isted the hue troop instead of this SIGH. Anyways, Enid finds a stray time capsule and goes to be honest with red

So now in the post apocalypse, Enid finds Yellow, who got seperated from red as they fight a giant version of the robots they’ve been fighting, with Red showing up just in time. But as with all giant killer robot based future’s they’ve evolved so these things have shields and Enid suggests laaunching her. So red shoots her girlfriend out of her.

youtube

And they win.. but Red refuses to let enid stay and gets huffy with her before Enid can tell her the truth and Enid leaves in a huff. Now this scene.. I really liked, from the action sequences to the fact that we see how their similarities, what attracts them to each other, is also a roadblock to them having a proper relationship. Both are stubborn, put walls up , and are reluctant to be honest with their feelings, we’ve seen that with red in the last episode and Enid in the episodes mentioned last time. They both prefer to run from their feelings and while their both growing, as you’ll see when I cover more tom lucitor stuff, it’s not that easy to just “become” a better person and sometimes old habits flair up.

Enid regrets how things went, KO regrets not learning about chips, and we get one final red visit.. from a much older Red. i’m Dubbing her Cable!Red because A) her timeline probably still exists, it’s just not the one our red is linked to anymore nor the one the plaza future we see would create. She and enid hug and Red explains that it turns out the robots were weak to organic maatter and given they were only shooting at them, they didn’t realize it and it STILL , as shown by the fact Red is grandma age now, took years to fix and she has things to get back to with space congress, war hero stuff and all that. Also just a small note but something I only noticed this time that the episode DOES deserve credit for in my book is Kali Hawk’s voice acting as Red. Noticably with each time we see her red’s voice gets deeper and by future red she sounds entirely grown up. It’s a subtle change most probably wouldn’t of cared about aside from on old red, but it’s a nice touch that really does help theemotional part of the episode. Enid is finally honest about how she felt, and sad about it but understands.. but is also understandably still broken up when Old Woman Red Action leaves.. only for present-day.. ish time travel tenses are weird to pop up behind them has a hug with enid and flirtly says “I never left. “ Turns out Future Red decided to say Screw Destiny and told her past self to stay, what enid felt likely, or got enid to admit it or whatever, and told her to stay and enjoy her youth. She can go back and be a war hero later if she wants. And my honest guest given the Hue Troop turn up fine later is rather than callously abandon her teammates, Red’s future self simply went there for them and , to prevent a decades long war from ravaging her future, pulled a Cable and told them how to defeat the robots YEARS before they got so powerful it’d take years to beat them, as well as probably having knowledge of where they came from, how to kill them all or make peace with them or whatever, and future weapons to help even things. IT’s not an unfair assumption given that besides missing out on a future with Enid, Future Red would also not want her friends to go through untold decades of pain and death and since she changed the timeline already, there was no sense in not going all in. Also the chip thing is resolved with KO finding out they WILL be discontinued.. but replaced with triple dip instead. KO”s delighted and enid and red happily share a moment, the future is now what htey make of it. THE END. Final Thoughts: As I made plain i’m not a fan of this one.. but in re-watch I did find things to like about it. The time travel story device was used really well,though I would’ve liked them to have old red say she was going to back instead of me having to infer it and feel, given theyd on’t show up at all next time and only show up for a cameo in the finale that the Hue Troop was vastly underulitized and coudl’ve used their own ep, and for once the cancelation dosen’t excuse this as they had the second half of season 2 to do this AND never dealt with Red, who gave up a future war for her, dealing with enid going way for what’s clearly months and was expected to be years. It’s also not very funny , which is fine if the episodes more dramatic like TKO, but for a standard ep it really didn’t quite work. It was just more dull than it should’ve been: it had an intresting hook: red slowly loosing her youth due to a future war, and Enid loosing her because of it, and Red’s cable self deciding to fix that, but it was instead a standard poor commuincation kills plot but with future robot wars. IT’s the first OK KO episode here i’ve reviewed that’s not good and honestly one of the few they had that genuinely wasn’t, and even then it had some good ideas just a flawed execution. Thankfully next time, there’sd none of that as we instead look at one of teh series very BEST episodes. IT’s grudgment day, and until then later.. today hopefully. If not tommorow.

#ok ko let's be heroes #red action #enid #rednid #red action to the future #yellow technique #blue power #time travel #reviews #ok ko #ko #lbgtq+#pride month

18 notes · View notes

dragonrajafanfiction · 5 years ago

Text

Dragon Dancer Chapter 10: The Tomb of Legends

At the front of the submarine, Johann looked at the screen displaying our trajectory. Monitors showed the black depths on the outside. The spinning rotation of sonar marked objects ahead of us as bright dots. “We should be there in less than fifteen minutes. Not much time to plan.”

I’d settled into the back of the submarine, arms propped against my knees.

“Let’s get those charges ready. I’ve got the plans here. I’ll read them.” Caesar flipped through his tablet. “The embryo was last spotted at the coordinates we initially recorded. Which means it's not fully awake yet. But given the amount of dragon kin coming out of the water, it’s already affecting the environment. The scans seem to suggest a ruin down here. There’s a note that says to be cautious around them. That the ruins are still active. We get in there, we set the charges, we get out.”

Lu looked up at the mention of ruins. “That’s odd. I never read about any dragon presence in Japan.”

Johann agreed. “I looked it up as well. EVA has never shown any trace of dragon presence here in the past. The origin of the Japanese hybrids are a closely guarded secret even with the ranks of the Japan division.”

“Part of our mission here is to uncover these secrets. We have to make sure they are not lost in the mission. Lu, that will be your job.” Caesar pressed his fist into the palm of his hand. “We’re going to write a new chapter in history!”

He then turned to me. “Hope you don’t mind sitting this one out, recruit. I think you’ve seen enough already.”

I shrugged my shoulders and smiled. I would have said something, but my injured throat made it painful to speak and turned my voice hoarse.

Caesar sighed. “Such an epic mission and no place for a celebratory cigar.”

“The oxygen in here is limited and you’re thinking about smoking?” Lu shouted.

“It’s a Gattuso tradition! I only smoke filtered anyway.”

“That’s hardly any better!”

I watched Johann come close. He knelt next to me. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m just really tired.” I said in a strained raspy whisper. I massaged my neck. “And this is really starting to hurt.” I could tell that he was picking up that something else was wrong beyond my simple bruising. I managed to smile to reassure him. “That thing you gave me really came in handy.”

He returned my smile. “Good news.”

A transmission interrupted us. A voice, raspier than even mine, came over the monitors. They switched from the radar screen to show a man with what looked like an oxygen mask over his face. “Attention Team Caesar: If you see a door… or anything resembling a door, do not approach it. You are to return to the vessel immediately.”

“A door?” Caesar crossed his arms. “Can you be a little more specific?”

The man obliges. “Eleven years ago, we discovered a similar embryonic signal during a mission in Greenland…” He took a shaky breath. “The dive team investigating that day… was completely annihilated.”

Lu went paler than I’d ever seen in him. “All dead?”

Even Caesar seemed stunned. The man’s image vanished. I looked at Johann for some sort of reassurance or explanation, but he stood up and walked away from me. “We need to slow down. We’re approaching something… like a gigantic tower...”

The submarine jolted, throwing me to the ground. I could hear the hull groaning, scraping against something. Warning lights flashed and sirens blared.

“How hard did we hit?” Caesar demanded, running to the front.

Johann’s voice was calm. “Hull integrity is still 100%. Some of our sensors are dark.”

Caesar moved to stand next to Johann who was now manning the helm. Lights were turned on at the front of the vessel and the visual monitor showed us entering a huge tunnel.

I crawled over to a cowering Lu. “Are you okay?”

He looked at me, drenched in sweat. “For you to ask me that. I’m officially the worst senpai ever.”

“I’ll take that as a yes. You’re a lot more serious when you’re really upset.”

He frowned at me. “I don't know what you’re saying. Do I look alright to you?”

I giggled but it ended in a painful cough.

He braced me with one hand. “Hey… don’t over do it.”

Behind him, Caesar was giving me a concerned look but he turned back to Johann. I wondered how he knew how to pilot a submarine of all things.

“There’s an air pocket ahead. I think that’s our destination.”

I felt the vessel start to slow. The engines grew quieter.

Caesar crossed his arms and announced, “Alright, listen up everyone. You heard what Schneider said. I have no intention of dying here, but neither did the Greenland dive team.”

Lu’s eyes grew wider. “Are you serious right now?”

“I’m committed to getting everyone out of here alive, but in case that doesn’t happen, we should record our last messages.”

I chewed my lip, remembering Nono’s visit before I left for Japan. Caesar had probably told her what we were going to do. No wonder she was so worried.

Caesar took a small tablet and turned it on. “I’ll start.”

Johann flipped a few switches, silencing the beeping warning indicators in the cabin. He then cut the engines. The noisy sub went quiet. I watched Caesar’s expression change to this gentle, loving smile. “Nono…”

There was no theatrics, no flair, no bluster. I’d heard this soft, comforting tone of voice before, when Robbie or Mom put me to bed at night.

“You are my greatest challenge in this life. You are a little witch with endless potential. Everything you do is fascinating to me. I’ve never been able to figure you out completely. I’m never so happy as when I’m with you. I could never be bored in your company.”

“From your loving Caesar Gattuso.”

I pressed my lips together, fighting back tears. If something happened to him, she’d never forgive me. I looked at Lu. He stared into space, that closed off look on his face, the same one he got when he talked about his parents. I reached out and took his hand and his eyes went wide.

“It’ll be okay.” I whispered. He nodded to me.

“Your turn, Johann Chu.”

Caesar handed the machine over to him. I felt like a voyeur, listening to this. The man hardly said a word, and here I am, listening to his innermost feelings? I wanted to plug my ears.

“Dad, if you hear this message then I’m dead. Please. Take care of Mom. Don’t try to find out what happened.”

He switched off recording. “I’m done.” He offered the machine to Lu. “Your turn.”

Lu moved his hand away from me. “I… I don’t really have anyone to say goodbye to.”

My eyes shifted back and forth, but the words came out despite myself. “...could say goodbye to me.”

“Hmmm?” Caesar crossed his arms with a cheeky grin.

“You’re my Senpai. If you died and never said goodbye… I'd be really sad.” I explained.

Lu sighed with resignation at my pouting. “I don’t know what to really say.”

“It doesn’t matter.” I replied. “Just say something.”

Johann practically shoved the device into Lu’s hand. He had to grab it so it didn’t drop onto the floor. He stared at the screen, appalled. “You already pressed record?! Uh… I … um…” He looked at me. “Look, if I’m dead right now. Don’t cry for me too much, okay? I’ve never been much use to anybody. So there’s no surprise there. I just… wish we could have gotten to know each other better.”

I smiled at him as he pressed the stop button. “There, glad you’re happy.” His face was bright red. “Stop looking at me like that Caesar. Here, your turn. Ms. No-name!”

I took the device. I was torn. Should I tell them about the things I did? That there was no cure for my condition? These were my last words. They should make them feel better. Not worse. I pressed record. “Hey… you know what? I know you wanted to protect me and make sure I made it out of this. But, if you’re looking at this… you might feel like you failed. I’m telling you didn’t.”

“Not everything happens for a reason. Not everything is your responsibility. We’re small in the grand scheme of things. You were with me in the end. And that’s all that matters.”

I hit the stop button, holding the device up to Caesar.

Caesar was not smiling. His blue eyes were cold and his expression annoyed. “Like hell you’re dying.”

“I could say the same about you.” I picked myself off the vessel floor. “Anjou said that all of us were needed. I’ve changed my mind. I’m going with you.”

He took the device, eying me in flat refusal. “You’re in no condition.”

“I have to agree.” Johann said. “You’re already hurt. And the corruption from the dragon’s influence will only get stronger the closer we get to it. It could affect you.”

“Mingfei Lu, stay here with her.” Caesar ordered.

“F-fine with me!”

“I thought I was going to get to see it!” I said, dismayed by Lu’s easy agreement.

Johann didn’t look me in the eye. “I know what I said. I don't like breaking a promise. But Schneider's warning shouldn’t be taken lightly.”

Johann and Caesar’s minds were made up. I was staying behind.

Johann grabbed a large metal case that held the explosives and opened the hatch to the outside while Caesar addressed us. “We’ll stay in communication through short wave radio. If anything happens, you’ll know and I’ll instruct you. Do not leave the ship. Understand?”

We both nodded.

“Good.” He climbed up the ladder and together they left us.

“I held you back.” I hung my head.

Lu snorted, crossing his arms.“I’m fine with it! If they had taken me, I would have just gotten in their way!”

“Yeah… you’re right. I don’t know what I was thinking.” I smirked.

Lu opened his mouth about to object and then shut it. He stood up. “I think there's some blankets or something in here.” I settled back onto the floor of sub. Eventually, he returned with blankets and a pillow. “Get some rest. That’s really what you need to do right now.”

I took his advice, slipping under the blanket and resting my head on the pillow. In no time at all, I’d fallen asleep.

I woke to someone calling my name and I recognized it as such. I sat bolt upright. “Lu?”

Something moved, just outside my peripheral vision, heading toward the hatch. “Are you there?”

The hatch was open. I climbed up the ladder into a gigantic dark space. Headlamps shone from nearby. I heard Caesar speaking with Lu. His tone wasn’t happy.

I tried to shout but my swollen throat caught my voice.

I heard my name again. The voice was not speaking English, but I could still understand it as addressing me, and me specifically. I turned away from them, staring into the dark. “Is someone there?”

Two large, eye-shaped luminaries flashed open in the darkness. My heart leaped but they were gone just as instantaneously. Pulse racing, my voice trembled. “Guys…?”

“What are you doing out of the sub? Get back down there! That’s an order!” Caesar’s stern voice echoed in the massive cavern.

I stared at the walls I could now see. They were covered in images of dragons with wings soaring over a vast ocean teeming with multi headed serpents. Dragons were shown locked in combat and coiled around massive trees. The images moved slowly as I turned my head and moved my eyes. They were everywhere.

“I said back in the sub!” Caesar was suddenly next to me and furious! I gasped, terrified. “When I give an order I expect it to be followed.”

A massive dragon head had appeared behind him, translucent and floating. Caesar, seeing my gaze shift and the fear in my eyes, turned, lifting his pistols at the threat.

The lips of the creature pulled back, revealing fangs. It was close enough to see the dripping saliva.

Caesar lowered his pistols in confusion. He looked at me and then into the dark.

He couldn’t see it. “It’s there… it’s right there…” I whimpered.

“What is?”

“The dragon!”

I was backing up. He reached out and grabbed me before I could fall off the edge of the submarine. “If there was a dragon, we’d be able to see it and smell it. And I would certainly be able to hear it.” His eyes narrowed, “...but you’re seeing something. Tell me.”

I was shaking so badly I couldn’t speak.

“Okay, take a deep breath, calm down, and tell me.”

I looked at him and then back at the dragon. It was no longer moving. I realized it was a projection, just like the other images I was seeing. “It’s not real. It’s on the walls. It’s… coming out of the walls.”

“What’s going on?” Johann had come up to see me as well.

“I don’t need your help, Johann Chu!” Caesar growled.

“Do you see a way to get inside this place? There’s a gate, but no mechanism to open it.” Johann asked me.

“Don’t ignore me!” Caesar scolded him, before turning back to me. “We’re running out of time. Do you see anything?”

Johann pointed me toward one end of the cavern. I saw a huge circle that was split down the middle. It depicted the sun and moon on each side being held in the mouths of flying dragons. Enclosing this image was one of another dragon. This one chased its tail, circling the entire cave. I craned my neck up to see, wincing against my bruises.

It rotated like a wheel. I watched its head rise up one wall and then begin to fall back down the other.

“I think I know what to do. Help me down, okay?”

Next to the submarine, Lu was waiting for me. “Sorry. I kinda left you to sleep.”

“It’s okay. I needed it.” As soon as my feet found the ground, I left them behind and jogged off toward the images I was seeing. The cave that was once too dark to see without lamps was clear as day to me now. That voice calling me was coming from the image of the tail chasing dragon.

I paused, watching the bright yellow eye move down the stony wall. There was an image of an eye carved on the floor. I gasped in realization and then waited for the image to line up with the carving. I reached down and touched it. The dragon stopped rotating.

Within the circle formed by the massive beast, I can see a window into another space. As soon as it opened, though, the world started to spin. I staggered, catching myself from falling.

“A portal!” Lu exclaimed.

“Good job.” Caesar put one hand on my shoulder to steady me. Without hesitation, he walked through this window to the other side. We all followed him.

When I passed through, my eyes closed and I dropped to the floor. Lu scrambled to get me up. “Are you alright?”

“Yes, I just tripped.” I said, feeling embarrassed.

“How did you know how to make that portal appear?” Lu asked.

“If you could see what I can, it would be obvious to you, too.” I replied.

Caesar kept his pistols out, scanning for trouble with his headlamp. I, on the other hand, stared at the ground. Wherever I walked, the ground admitted a hum of a different pitch. Whispers invaded my ears. I didn’t understand the words themselves, but the ideas they conveyed were clear. First, the infinite; second, the unity and connectedness of all things; Third, the idea of being at peace and not needing anything. They repeated these words over and over again.

Too distracted to notice they’d stopped walking, I ran into Johann, “Sorry!”

He didn’t react to my collision, nodding towards something in front of them.

Caesar’s headlamp swept up carvings of two large dragons that were climbing down the walls, their open maws pointing to a center platform. “Another gate?” Johann asked.

“Yes.” I tried to clear my throat, wincing.

We’d stopped walking and so the music had gone silent. “Hang on.” I told them, retracing my steps.

“Do you know how to open-”

I loudly shush him, pacing and concentrating on what I could hear. I pressed my hands against my ears, trying to focus. I’d never heard a language like this. I wasn’t confident I could properly imitate it. “It’s a song. But it’s not in English.”

“Draconic.” Johann said. “Tell me how it goes.”

I took my time, mouth moving with no voice. The words were pronounced from the back of the throat and jaw, not so much the lips. My voice raspy, I sang what I could make out. Much to my surprise, Johann sang back to me, just like I was hearing. Mesmerized, I tried to imitate it as best as I could.

“Try again.” He said.

I did. We went more slowly this time. He had a nice voice. It echoed off the walls and blended with the sounds in my head. My heart was growing warm. Tears were coming to my eyes. Surrounded by something both familiar and alien, it felt like coming home after a years-long absence. Those singing voices in my mind returned in earnest. Their invisible source sounded like it came from between the mouths of the dragons, as though they were singing in front of me. I’d directed my eyes there, so the others looked with me.

A door appeared.

My vision blurred. I struggled to maintain composure and not collapse. I started toward the door but was stopped by Caesar. Confused, I laughed and shook him off, but he grabbed me again, his grip painfully tight. My smile disappeared.

“Wait.” He looked at the others. “Guys. The dragon embryo is that way. But…”

“Schneider’s warning.” Johann crossed his arms. “What do you think we should do?”

“If we go back and that embryo finishes developing? Millions could die.” Caesar said. “I’m not having that on my conscience.”

“If we go in, we could end up like the Greenland crew!” Lu whimpered.

“Are you ready?” He asked us. “If anyone wants to stop, it’s fine.”

I looked through the door. I couldn’t see anything but blinding light. What better place and time for me to die than here at the bottom of the ocean? There was no one else to see. I couldn’t hurt anyone. If this was how I went, then, I wasn’t afraid.

“I’m going.” I said. “Don’t try to stop me.”

Johann nodded. “Let’s go. It’s what we came here for.”

“Lu?” Caesar asked.

“Oh no, you’re not leaving me out here in the dark by myself!” He shook his head.

Caesar rolled his eyes. “Alright. Let’s go.” I watched him walk into the bright light and disappear beyond it. I followed close behind.

As soon as I walked through the door, I was struck by a sense of impending doom followed by a sudden weakness. I fell to my knees and then to my side.

Someone picked me up by my shoulders.

“What happened to her?” Caesar demanded. I saw his expression change from annoyance to horror. “No…”

“Hey! Get ahold of yourself!” Lu said, shaking me.

This area was well lit by a bright glowing blue orb the size of a car. Inside it, curled into a fetal position, was a dragon, a real one. Even from outside the egg, I could hear its heart beating. Its eyes were wide open, staring at me. When I met its gaze, I heard a loud whisper and waves of pain rolled through me.

This time, I couldn’t get back up. Cramps in my back radiated to my legs. My chest felt heavy and it was hard to breathe. I looked up at Lu, fear in my eyes. “What’s happening?”

“We have to hurry! She’s…”

I looked at my hand. That dark colored rash was appearing. On closer inspection, I could see that the rash looked like scales.

“Lu?” I moaned. “Is the door still there?”

I watched as he turned his head. “Yes, I can see it.”

“Okay, good. That’s what I thought. You’re going to have to go back without me. I’m not going to make it...”

“What? No way! We’re going to get out here and find that cure for you.”

“There is no cure, Lu.” I shook my head. I looked up at him, begging him. “I asked Chisei. There’s nothing here. All I’m going to do is hurt you. You’ll have to kill me… please!”

“Then we’ll make one!” He shouted. Tears filled his eyes and slipped down his face. “You can’t … you can’t just give up!”

My muscles pulled hard at my bones. I writhed in his embrace but found no relief from the pain. The dragon strained against its shell, its mouth opening wide.

Johann grabbed hold of Lu, yanking him away from me. “She’s right. If we go now, she won’t have to suffer.”

“Is that the best you can come up with? Come on, man!” Lu struggled to get away from Johann and go back to me. “Let me go!”

I could only watch as Lu swung at Johann, fighting to stay with me, but the golden eyed senior was having none of it. He stepped to the side and drove his fist into Lu’s stomach. Lu doubled over, knees buckling under him. Johann caught him and dragged him out the door.

“Johann… I’m sorry. Caesar… sorry.” It was getting hard to talk.

“The charges are set. We’re done here.” Caesar walked up to me, kneeling at my side He cradled my face in his hands, giving me a kiss on one cheek and then another. In that same voice he’d used in his message earlier, he said to me. “Arrivederci... e grazie…” He ran my braids between his fingers, lingering, memorizing my face.

“Go. Get. Married.”

“I’ll save a seat for you.” He stood up and walked through the gate without looking back.

I closed my eyes and laid my head on the cold floor. The gate disappeared.

Previous Chapter

Next Chapter

Go Back to the Beginning

Companion Fic: Aftermath - Luminous

Companion Fic: Aftermath - The Debriefing

#Dragon Raja #Fanfiction #Writing #Johann Chu #Caesar Gattuso #Luminous

10 notes · View notes