#sp don't rush into anything

[sugawhaaa]

Can I request an Ateez Yeosang X Innocent Reader. Where she is attending her first concert and she gets lost trying to exit after the concert and accidently full force runs into Yeosang(him being so strong he doesn't move) but sue gets knocked to the ground and injures herself. So he takes her back to the hotel room and he helps her injuries. Noticing it's late he has her stay so he doesn't see anything happen to her. But there's only one bed. And while she showers and changes into a spare of yeosangs clothes he gets nervous etc. When they go to bed he is pressing his hard on on her and her being Innocent touches it etc. Please make it smutty if you are able to

YEOSANG ONE-SHOT

🦋Watch your step🦋

Warnings::SMUT

Pairing::idol!dom!yeosang x fem!virgin!reader

Genre:: strangers to lovers, oral (m rec) praise, that's pretty much it??

A/N:: when I reread this I feel like it sounds rushed but it wasn't rushed yk? I took my time with it but it just sounds rushed...I tried my best 😭

As you make your way down hallways that look like exact copies of each other you find yourself more and more worried. Every sign you see says something different or is the sign that you already say. “Exit ➡ ️” but when you follow that sign you stumble upon something else entirely. At this point you were running in circles and you were slowly starting to panic. You started rushing down the hallways as you knew you were “staying after hours” which is illegal. It was an accident but if you got caught you could get into some real trouble.

You finally feel you've found the end to this stupid maze, hearing the sound of people chattering which would most likely be Atinys catching up after the concert. You turn the corner quickly before feeling a boulder stop you. You stumble back from the force and grab the corner of the wall, slipping and falling to the ground. You look up to see Yeosang look down at you worriedly. Your head spins and you don't even process the fact you've just run into an idol at full speed. You begin to move before feeling a rush of pain in your ankle, like you're paralyzed. You let out a sharp gasp of pain and you feel a hand come around to your back.

Yeosang was speaking but you weren't processing any of it. You instinctively reach down to your foot and unzip your platform boots. “Are you okay?!” Yeosang asks worriedly, unsure of how to proceed. He knew you weren't okay but what else was he going to say? You pull your boot off and gently caress your foot, sensing for where the pain exactly was. “Can you move it?” Yeosang asks softly and watches your expression as you move your ankle slowly. You wince in pain and Yeosang encourages you to stop moving it.

He asks for some staff to come over and you sit there in a daze. What the actual fuck was happening. Are you living in a kdrama? One second you were at a concert and now Yeosang had his arm wrapped around you comforting you. “I'm gonna take you to the lounge room okay?” Yeosang looks at you sincerely. You find yourself blushing at his intense gaze and nod softly. He tucks his arm under your knees and holds your back. He lifts you up effortlessly and asks one of the staff to take your boot for you. Yeosang tells you to put your arms around his neck and you quickly comply.

You somewhat hide your face in his shoulder as he carries you down the hall, hiding from your embarrassment. Your ankle was still pulsing in pain and the whole thing felt numb. You could still move your foot and everything but the pain was almost like a numbing sensation. Yeosang takes you into Ateezs private room and all of them perk up at the sight of a woman in Yeosangs arms. Yeosang gets the members to move to the side of the couch so he can set you down on it and get a medic to look at you properly.

Yeosang helps you set your foot up on the table and the medic comes over to look at your foot. After some poking and moving around the medic confirms that's in only a minor injury.

“It's most likely just a sprang or severely pulled muscle. Give it a few days to rest and take some painkillers it'll heal up in no time,” she assures you before getting an instant ice pack for you. She holds it onto your foot before you replace her hand. You sit there awkwardly holding the ice as the members look at you. Yeosang sits next to you rubbing your back softly.

“I'm so sorry,” Yeosang looks at you with a guilty expression. You look at him surprised before shaking your head.

“Don't be! This is my fault I wasn't watching where I was going,” you explain and Yeosang sighs softly.

“Were you with any family or friends?” He asks abruptly and you shake your head. “No one to help you get home?” He asks again and you pause. He had a good point, how would you get back to your hotel like this?

“I'm sure I'll be fine. I'll just take a bus or something,” you assure him and he instantly shakes his head.

“No that won't do,” he frowns at you and all the members silently listen in on your conversation. “I'll take you back to my hotel room. You can rest there and go back to your hotel or home tomorrow,” he nods with a smile and your body freezes.

《At the hotel》

“Be careful,” Yeosang says before closing the bathroom door. You look around the bathroom briefly before undressing, setting your clothing in a pile on the counter. You turn on the shower and adjust it to the perfect temperature before cautiously stepping into it, making sure to be gentle on your injured foot. You use the somewhat sketchy hotel shampoos but avoid using the soap on your body just in case. Instead you borrow Yeosangs and as soon as you open the cap you instantly can tell it's his. His scent easing out of it. You smile softly before pouring some into the palm of your hand, rubbing it around on your body. You then hear a gentle knock on the door.

“Come in!” You call out over the sound of the shower. The door creaks open and Yeosang shyly speaks.

“I got you some of my spare clothes,” he says as he walks in. He notices the little pile of clothes on the counter and blushes softly as he sees your bra and panties. He shakes his head knowing that it's nothing special to see. You're a woman so naturally you wear woman undergarments. It was more the fact that it was yours.

“Thank you,” you giggle softly as you rinse off the soap.

“I can't guarantee how well they'll fit,” he chuckles softly. “But they're here on the counter for you,” he sets the clothing down before glancing up. The curtain to the shower fell a little short at the end and he got a glimpse of your bare back. He pretended not to see anything and headed out the door. He flopped onto the bed and whined into his pillow. He was whipped for you. Ever since he saw you he's been feeling all giddy inside. The fact you were so much smaller than him and so innocent and pure God it got him hooked.

You finished showering and dried yourself off before seeing the pile of clothing he had left for you. You smile softly and examine the clothes. Some comfy shorts with a drawstring so you could tighten it around your waist. Then there was a warm colored graphic t-shirt that looked very soft. You put your panties on before sliding the shorts up your legs carefully. You tie the string around your waist so the shorts down completely slip off your hips. You check in the mirror quickly and notice the ends of the shorts were past your knees. You blush softly before slipping the shirt on.

Everything was baggy but it was warm and smelt like him. You grab your clothes and phone before walking out of the bathroom, your hair still dripping a little. Yeosang instantly sets his phone to the side and rushes over to you from the bed. “Be careful,” he reminds you and you shake your head.

“I'm fine. I don't know why you're so concerned,” you chuckle before wincing slightly. Yeosang sits you down on the bed and tells you to rest your foot up on one of the pillows.

“You need to get some rest,” he smiles warmly as he tucks into the blankets next to you. You sigh softly and pull out your phone, aimlessly scrolling. The room was filled with an awkward silence.

“So…who is your bias?” He asks softly and you blush.

“Ot8,” you chuckle and Yeosang nods before leaning back with a soft groan. His body looking so relaxed made your heart race.

“That's a comforting thought,” he chuckles. “I'm going to turn the lamp off okay? You really should sleep too,” he says before clicking the lamp off. You look down at your phone as Yeosang snuggles up into the blankets, his body facing yours. You turn your phone off and do as he recommended, snuggling up into the blankets as well. Through the night the two of you slowly become closer, physically. The bed was quite big but you felt yourself naturally drawn to Yeosangs warmth.

You roll over and look up at him, his hands tucked up right by his face. You hesitantly extend your hand out to his. You gently trail your fingers down his and his eyes flutter open. He raises his eyebrow at you. “Need something princess?” He speaks in a low raspy voice that makes your heart skip a beat. You blush and look away, taking your hands off of his. He gently grabs your hand, interlocking your fingers. You look up at him surprised and he feels a tinge of guilt. Was he pushing you too fast? Was he being inappropriate?

You snuggle up closer to him, holding his hand tightly. He uses his other hand to push you closer to him. He knew you wanted to but you were hesitant. He rests your head on his chest and brushes back your hair. “Having trouble sleeping?” He asks softly and you nod. “Your foot is sore?” Yeosang looks down at you worriedly. You shake your head and he chuckles softly. The sound was loud and clear in your ears. You move your leg slightly before feeling something rubbing up against it. You blush as you assume the worst. You hear Yeosang swallow hard as he tries to compose himself. He tries to ignore it, trying not to make you uncomfortable but he can't hide the fact it's twitching against your thigh.

You blush softly at the feeling of his erection inching towards you. He hides his face in the pillow and you look up at him.

“Sorry, I-I've just never felt…that before,” you explain as you put your legs down. Yeosang turns back to you, tilting his head.

“Felt what?” Yeosang asks genuinely. You look down feeling a little ashamed and embarrassed.

“Someone's…boner,” you explain softly and Yeosang smiles with a little chuckle. He brushes back your hair softly. There's a heavy scent of lust lingering in the air and you can't tell if you're the only one smelling it.

Yeosang gently takes your hand, guiding it down between his legs. You blush softly as you watch. You can't see exactly where your hand is because of the covers but the sight of your arm going down under the blankets to touch him sends a rush of excitement through you. He then moves his hand to the back of yours, letting you touch him as you please.

Your eyes light up at the feeling. Somehow it was harder than you imagined and it was so thick. The way it twitched ever so slightly when you'd move your fingers. You run your fingertips up and down his length, soaking up all the textures of it you could feel through his sweatpants. “It's so…” you try to come up with words to describe this exhilarating feeling. “Unique,” you laugh softly at your bad description.

“Do you…want to feel it raw?” He asks a little hesitantly and you look up at him.

“Yes…and can I see it?” You ask shyly as he starts undoing his pants. He nods and pulls the covers down. He slides his pants down to his ankles and you finally get a clear view of his cock. It was much more intense than you had initially thought. It was thick and veiny, the head of it was shaped perfectly with a nice pretty pinkish red color. You hesitantly reach your hand out to it before finally making contact with his tip.

It was so smooth and velvety. The area around the small little hole was especially tender and almost squishy. Yeosang jumped softly as you put the flat of your thumb over the small hole. “S-Sorry,” you blush as you move your hand but he shakes his head.

“It's okay,” he reassures you and you continue to explore him. You trace the veins and run your fingers down the smooth skin before reaching the base. There was a small patch of dark hair there that oddly made you excited. You then felt your eyes traveling under his cock, curious of how his balls would look.

You are taken aback by the size and sight of them. The way they hung below his shaft made them look heavy. They were thick and quite rounded. Yeosang noticed your curiosity and encouraged you to touch them.

“Just be gentle, they're quite sensitive,” he bites his lip nervously as you nod. You gently run a few fingers over the sensitive bundle of skin and you instantly notice Yeosang react. “No one's ever really played with my balls before,” he laughs softly at his admission and you look up at him with a gentle smile. He had a pure smile displayed on his lips too, indicating that he truly enjoyed this feeling. Not only were you experiencing something new, so was he.

The feeling of genuinely being explored was so arousing to him. Each of your touches was so lewd but gentle, filled with curiosity. As you gently massage him you stare at his length, wondering if you could fit it in your mouth. You lick your lips, wetting them, before biting your lip.

“Can I…taste it?” You ask out of the blue. You instantly regret your words, wanting to face palm at your cringiness. During this entire intimate moment you have not once actually explained to him what you meant. You never stated that you wanted to touch his cock, never said you wanted to suck him off. You just somewhat refer to it and hope for the best.

“Of course,” he pets your head softly. “Take your time okay? It can be overwhelming,” he brushes the hair out of your face and you nod. You pump his cock a few times before opening your mouth slowly. You then begin to ease him into your mouth. Yeosang's entire body shivers from the feeling of the wet warmth of your mouth. “That's it, slow,” he encouraged you warmly as you eased down his length. His tip then hits the back of your throat and you gag. You slip him out of your mouth quickly in shock. “It's okay you don't have to fit it all,” he reassures you as you quickly catch your breath.

You nod softly before resuming. You experiment with a few different things. Sucking, licking, spitting, it was all just for fun and experimental but you suddenly got Yeosang more worked up than you thought. His hips gently thrust up into your face as he covers his face with one hand. “Fuck sweetie, I'm trying not to hurt you but you feel so good,” he moans before biting his lip hard. He grabs the back of your head but holds himself back from forcing your head down. He knows you need time to adjust but he wasn't sure how long he could wait. “I'm gonna cum baby,” he hisses. “You want it in your mouth?” He asks softly and you nod. “Fuck baby, you ready?” He groans louder than intended and soon enough you feel the warm liquid gliding down your throat. The consistency was strange. It was viscous but not extremely, not quite like honey. It was like a diluted molasses.

As the waves of creamy cum poured down your throat you savored the taste and feeling. You slowly pull your lips off of him and he sighs softly. You roam your tongue around your mouth, soaking up the reminisce of cum around your mouth.

“Did I do alright?” You ask softly as Yeosang catches his breath. He pulls you up effortlessly and pulls you into a hug.

“Amazing,” he smiles as he snuggles into you, kissing the top of your head. “You deserve a reward don't you think?” He smirks and you look up at him surprised yet eager.

Part. 2

[nastyaromatherapy]

Empty Promises (18+)

You think bratty Ethan deserves a little punishment.

Written for (this) request!!

pairing - sub!Ethan Landry x mean!fem!reader

one shot length, 1.7k+ word fic

warnings: pegging, anal play, mommy kink, degradation, spanking, tbh could've been way filthier i rushed this

“You know the rules, Ethan,” you whispered to the boy, who you'd just found masturbating. His laptop was filled with porn links, he never thought you'd be home so soon. “No touching myself without permission,” he huffed, sulking on the bed. “That's right,” you congratulated.

“Do you do this every time I'm at work? Do you disobey me this much?” He was quick to shake his head, “No! I just couldn't help it today, it hurt s'bad. I’m sorry.” He whined, eyes glossy. “An apology does help your case a little.” He sighed with relief at that. He was a shit sub, getting punished more times than not.

“How about,” you start, starting to slowly pump his leaking cock with your fist, causing a whimper to slip out of his lips. “I touch you, and you can cum as much as you want, with permission of course. Catch is, you can't touch me. How's that sound?” Ethan writhed at your touch and sighed. “But I need you mama, it's gonna be so hard,” he complained. “Stop fucking bitching,” you snapped as you grabbed ahold of his hair. He groaned at the force.

“I'm sorry, mama,” he swallowed. “I'l- I'll take whatever you give me,” he pouted. “Fix your fucking face, Eth,” you ordered, making him sulk even more. “Why do you have to be s'mean,” he muttered, making you roll your eyes. “Because you don't fucking behave,” you said through gritted teeth, releasing your grip on his curls, making him fall back a bit. “But y'know what, fine, let's negotiate. What do you think you deserve,” you said reluctantly.

“To be fucked, by you,” he answered. You looked over to the chest drawer that contained all of your toys you had for Ethan. Paddles, ball gags, and of course, dildos and straps. You turned back to him, “You just say that cause you're a fucking whore. That's no punishment,” you tsked. "No, it is! You can use the big one that almost ripped me apart last time," he said as his voice grew quieter and quieter as his words went on, probably regretting what he was saying.

You tilted your head and nodded, open to the idea. “Okay,” you agreed. Ethan's pupils dilated as he watched you get up to rummage through the drawer. The dildo he was speaking of wasn't the longest he's ever taken, but the thickest. He bit his lip as you stripped off your blouse and dress pants, leaving you in your black vickies. “Can you prep yourself for me baby?” You asked, tossing him a bottle of lube.

His cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he squirted the lube on his fingers. He groaned as he slipped a finger into himself, curling it and trying to distribute the lube. You tried to hide your smirk when you witnessed his poor attempt at fingering himself without you noticing. Nobody moans that much from lubing.

“So, you're already breaking the rules?” You asked after you finished harnessing the strap and attaching the girthy dildo. You turned to look at him cunningly, eyes narrow. “If I had known you'd disobey this early,” you started, sitting back on the bed with him. “I would've just got the paddle,” you shrugged nonchalantly. He whined, “No- mama, you can just use your hands! Please I swear I'll be good,” he cried as you got up to retrieve a pink, studded paddle from the chest.

“You're speaking in empty promises, Eth.” He muttered an, “I'm sorry,” and you sarcastically smiled before quickly faltering it. “All fours, bitch,” you commanded, standing above him as he slowly complied, his ass in front of you in full view.

You dragged the paddle in circles on his ass, making him let out a crackly sob. “Crying already? I haven't even done anything to you yet,” you chuckled. “Shut up,” he muttered before realizing his fatal mistake. “I’m sorry!” He said, scrambling to fix what he’d done. You fumed and quickly spanked him without hesitation, three times consecutively, a second long breather between each thrash. He whimpered as he kept muttering apologizes.

“The funny thing is, I didn’t even plan on fucking using this on you. I was just teasing,” you said, throwing the paddle behind your back as he continued to squirm from the everlasting stings.

You rested your forehead on your fist. “Can you ever just be good? Can I ever come home to a sweet boy, who’s eager, and willing, and doesn’t fucking brat out every five seconds?” You asked him rhetorically. “Because if you want to be a brat, I’ll treat you like a fucking brat,” you spat, making him wine.

“Please mama, just fuck me. I’ll shut up I swear!” He persuaded. You hummed and grabbed his balls. He whimpered at his vulnerability, extremely turned on. “I’ll fuck you like the slutty brat you are, Eth, and you’re gonna love every second of it, cause you’re mine.”

You released your hold on him and joined him on the bed. He got off of his fours to face you. He whimpered when you grabbed him by the hair again, your favorite move, and laid your lips on his. He smiled into the kiss, making you smile too. No matter how annoying he got, you always loved him. “I’m yours,” he admitted into the kiss, making you hum before pulling away.

“That’s a good boy,” you praised, the first time you got to say it in a while. You laid back on the pillows and toyed with the tip of your silicone, skin colored cock. “Can you suck me off, baby? Mommy would love that so much,” you said adoringly. He nodded and crawled in between your legs.

He was a bit hesitant to take you in his mouth, “I'm not sure I can, mama,” he whined. Your eyebrows furrowed, “Of course you can, cause you're a good boy for me, right?” He sighed, eyeing your cock before complying. He swallowed the head, letting out “mmhpfs,” around your artificial length. You moaned, both as a show for him, and because watching him do something so slutty turned you on so damn much.

“Mm, you feel so good sucking my cock pretty boy,” you moaned, making his hollowed cheeks flush a fuchsia from the compliment. You rubbed your thumb on the apple of his cheeks as you watched him take your thick cock in and out of his throat.

You reached down to slip the cock out of his mouth, making him whine with desperation. His oral fixation was pathetic. “Are you gonna behave?” You asked as you stood on your knees above him. He looked up at you and nodded. “Words, Ethan,” you softly demanded as you tilted his chin up. “Yes,” he whispered. “I'll behave.”

You smiled as he complied, hopping off of the bed. “Bend over the edge.” He submitted and did so, sprawling out, letting you view his ass that was slowly fading from the pink. You were calm as you got the bottle of lube to wipe on your cock, already covered with Ethan's slobber. You made sure to get it inside of him as well, since his feeble attempt at masturbation got the lubrication to be cut short. You curled your two fingers inside of him, making him writhe against the sheets with a whimper.

Even after you pulled out and only pressed the tip around his hole the room flooded with his noises, making you lose focus. “Eth I swear to god, I will use the fucking gag on you.” You barked, which made him quickly apologize and shut up. You lined the head up with his asshole before sliding in, leading Ethan to gasp harshly as he bit the sheets. His grunts were guttural as he was stretched so roughly, tears welling in his eyes. He knew that this was his punishment and that he was just going to have to take it, but it was gonna be a long couple minutes.

You finally snaked your way all the way into him, brushing at his prostate causing him to moan. He sobbed against the sheets as he was filled, the stretch immensely greater than anything else he's taken before. “’Hurts, mama,” he cried as you tore his ass apart. “Too big.” You tsked at him before slapping his ass with your bare hands, making him wail. “You asked for this, slut, and you're gonna fucking take it.”

His tears dripped onto the sheets which you reveled in, so desperately wanting to taste his emotional waters. “Fuck!” He screamed as he slowly started to accommodate to your girth.

His whines didn't stop as you slowly pistoned in and out of him, grabbing onto his hips for support. Soon, his whines turned into “uh, uh, uhs,” showing he relished in it. You let his newfound pleasure go unnoticed and continued to fuck him at the same pace, teasing the poor boy. You saw him trying to push back on your cock and you couldn't hold back a laugh, making his cheeks flush with embarrassment. “Does the slut want more?” You cooed, causing him to whimper from the humiliation. “Yes,” he said just below a whisper.

“What was that?” You asked, having too much fun. “Please fuck me harder, mommy, I want more,” he cried, continuing to scoot his ass back onto you. “Was that hard?” You asked as you drilled into him deeper, picking up the pace. He moaned and expressed his gratitude as you repeatedly hit his prostate. “Thank you, mama.”

His cock twitched against the mattress, it ached from the prolonged abstinence of being touched. His eyes rolled back as he groaned and drooled all over the sheets, going dumb on your length. “Need to cum mommy, please let me cum!” He begged as his cock stained the mattress with his precum. You didn't respond and only kept fucking him at an animalistic pace.

“Please, please, mama let me cum, ’hurts s'bad,” he cried out, arching his back. “Where's it hurt?” You asked him, reaching down between him and the bed to stroke his cock. “Here?” You asked while milking him completely. He let out “mhms,” using everything he had in him to not cum.

You hummed as you watched him comply, a surprising feat for him. “Cum, Eth,” you whispered, making him scream and release his load all over your hands and bed. “Thank you, thank you,” he repeated as he breathed heavily from the orgasm, feeling empty as you pulled out of him. You continued to stroke him, prolonging his high as cum continued to spurt from his tip. “You're welcome sweet boy.”

[personasintro]

Mutual Help | #34

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x reader

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fake dating au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, mature content

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⇠ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯. | 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 ⇢ 

"Jungkook!" It's like the sweetest melody to him, to hear her angelic voice as she falls apart underneath him and his fingers, his lips preparing kisses on her neck to coax her through an orgasm.

He pulls out his fingers out of her heat, wiping them against his sweatpants as he watches her chest heave with quickened pace. Kiko's eyes open as she smiles at Jungkook, sitting up before she delivers a kiss to his lips.

"I love you," she whispers, looking into his doe eyes while he stares at her as if he hasn't just fingered her.

He wasn't planning any of this. It happened naturally, just two of them cuddling on Jungkook's bed while they talked about their day. It started with a kiss and none of them told the other to stop. He doesn't regret it and is happy that no dark thoughts erupted in his mind while he kept his attention on the woman in front of him – his girlfriend.

It's no lie he was scared whenever they'd become more intimate, wondering if he's going to think about someone else touching her. But as soon as his lips met hers, he couldn't think about anything else but the desperation and love he feels for her. Maybe she doesn't deserve him, like you said and deep down Jungkook knows that too, but heart wants what it wants. He doesn't want to spend the rest of his life and their relationship analyzing all the things they're doing and keep happening between them.

"We don't have to go any further, if you're not ready."

Jungkook doesn't realize he's slightly frowning, letting her hands caress his chest. Embarrassingly but quite naturally, his hardened dick draws too much attention, something that's been caused by him being so close to her. Jungkook is a man, that much is certain and understandable, so it's only reasonable for him to pop up a boner. He's got his own needs and to be honest, jerking off in the shower is becoming boring and not enough.

"Are you ready?" Caring as always, Jungkook asks her as his brown eyes flicker to her own as she sucks in breath, growing emotional at how good of a man he is.

"Yes," she simply says, even though there are thousands of words she'd rather say. "But this is mostly about you, Kookie. We can wait." she smiles at him, giving him that bit of courage in case he's contemplating whether to say yes or no.

And he doesn't understand it. He doesn't understand how such a sweet girl full of love and compassion when it comes to everyone around her, especially when it comes to Jungkook, could've hurt him so much.

Jungkook asked for time and Kiko fully respects it, never doing the first move for them to grow closer like they used to be. She doesn't want to do anything Jungkook might be uncomfortable with and she'll give him as much time as he needs. No matter how much she wants to go back to how they were. And it took a long time for her to realize that maybe they will never be like they used to be.

"I don't wanna wait," he says softly, cupping her hands that are placed over his chest, stealing a kiss from her. "I wanna move further, be closer to you." he says once he slightly pulls away.

He hears her gasp, tears pooling in her eyes as she kisses him again. She reaches for his sweatpants, already ready to cup his hardened length but he shakes his head, detaching their mouths. He's met with her scared eyes, scared because she thinks she did something wrong or maybe misread the situation. Jungkook sees that and rushes to explain himself.

"I just want to feel you. I can't wait." he murmurs against her mouth, noticing how she nods and helps him undress himself.

Jungkook has always had a very fit body, has maintained it with diets and by him spending his free time in the gym, working out whenever he had the time. But ever since she had the opportunity to see him like this, Jungkook's body gained more muscles and a couple of tattoos. Seeing her gulping at the sight of his abs, he grows more confident and even smirks down at her as he takes off all of his clothes.

The couple keeps kissing, Kiko's hands touching Jungkook's body like it's the first time she ever gets to do it. When she sneakily wraps her hand around his length, he's losing it already reaching for his nightstand. She doesn't question his choice, completely understanding it by more than one reason. Jungkook notices the guilt on her face, knowing exactly why she's reacting like that. Their relationship had been so close, full of trust that they'd go bare a few times. They both would get tested every few months, just to be sure and Kiko's been taking birth control since she was a teen. The level of trust they had with each other was specimen. To see him reaching out for a condom box, even though she knows he was surely intimate with you too, reminds her that some things really changed. But can she blame him or be shocked? No. She's not. More like disappointed with herself.

"I love you." she reminds him as she watches him roll the condom down his length, his dark eyes glancing at her as he smiles.

He hovers over her, one arm holding himself not to crash her while the other one goes down to his length. "I love you too." he tells her, kissing her as he slowly enters her.

It's unbelievable how all the memories and bad feelings are gone, and all he can remember are the good times when they were connected like this countless times, proving their young love.

"Miss, with all due respect, I don't think you should drive right now." The paramedic tells you for the third time, the poor guy growing impatient and maybe slightly annoyed by your stubbornness. The other man, the driver, sitting in the driver's seat lets out a sigh behind you but decides to stay quiet. All he does is react with annoyed sighs. Asshole.

"But I'm fine," you almost whine, heart still beating from the fact you had a car accident but luckily haven't harmed anyone else. However, you're glad you're alive and made it out with a wound to your temple which isn't that bad. It hurts but not to the point you couldn't handle it. You just hit it pretty hard and it caused a small cut to pierce your skin. Luckily, there are no stitches needed.

He gently taps the bandaid that secures your wound causing you to hiss, ignoring the knowing look from the middle aged man.

By the time you've realized you're alive and very much lucky that your car didn't collide with someone else's, somebody already called an ambulance. Apparently, they have to check you even though you assured them you're fine but the blood slowly dripping down your cheek said otherwise. It's just blood, you naively thought but then agreed to let them examine you. You don't want to risk anything, but you don't think it's that serious to the point you couldn't drive. And you're lucky there hasn't been a need to call the police, since this hasn't been a fender bender situation.

"It's just a small wound." you tell him, looking at your car that's parked on the side of the road, almost mockingly staring at you while you're sitting in the ambulance.

"Yes, but you hit your head pretty hard and some symptoms of something more serious can show later. I don't advise you to drive. Look, we can get your car towed. You said it yourself that you panicked because you were shocked," Fuck you and your big mouth. In your defense, there wasn't much that you could've said instead. "I advise you to call someone to pick you up. Do you have someone you could call to come get you?"

Sighing, somewhere in the corner of your freaking stubbornness, you know the man is probably right. He has no reason to lie to you and fake his worry about you. He's a professional, probably experienced and seen countless similar situations like this one. However, you do think he's making a big deal out of this. You've been barely harmed and you haven't harmed anyone, nor damaged your car. For the sake of yourself, and maybe the fact this man has warm eyes but looks stern and is probably thinking you're some dumbass, you don't even tell him that the reason you panicked is not just the driver's fault who was stopping at a red light at the last chance. You don't mention you mainly panicked because you know your car is old and you don't feel so safe in it anymore. This, what just happened is totally your fault and you don't need anyone else to scold you for that, when you're already doing that for yourself.

"But what about my car?" you pathetically ask, trying to give him a reason to let you be and don't worry about you.

"We'll get it towed to your address. Your car is gonna be completely fine." he assures you, earning another sigh of desperation as you hug your jacket closer to yourself.

The first person that comes to your mind to save your ass is Jungkook, of course. Not only because he's usually the one getting you out of trouble (not that you get into trouble often), but he's also the only person that is probably very much awake and not getting ready for bed.

Who else would you call? Taehyung? He's probably asleep and he doesn't even own a car. Jimin is a person you can rely on, he's the actual definition of sweetheart and would come whenever you'd ask him to. But it's Monday and he works in an office, and he usually works overtime a lot. And he's too worried for his own good, you don't need him to panic as soon as you explain what happened to you. Jungkook will surely freak out too, you know how he gets whenever the subject is about you and your safety. But right now, he's the only logical solution and you're more leaning towards him, knowing that after all he's been the first person to come to your mind.

So you pull out your phone, glancing at the paramedic that tries to hide his relief of you listening to him. You purse your lips, knowing shit is about to go down once Jungkook picks up the phone. But he doesn't respond at the first try, your free hand rubbing your unharmed temple as you dial his phone number again.

This is why you didn't want to call anyone, you're just burdening someone's Monday.

Jungkook feels like a teen again. Almost as if he just lost his virginity and can brag to his friends about it, not that he has ever done that in the first place. Nor is he the type to brag about such an intimate thing to his friends. He used to be the shy type, not joining whenever the topic of girls swallowed the group of his teen friends.

This is not some kind of accomplishment but he can't help how content he feels right now. The moment they just shared was so beautiful, like all the times they made love. Jungkook has forgiven her a long time ago but to have it confirmed that he hasn't felt any bitter feelings during it, makes his heart more at ease. It has been such a special and emotional moment between the couple, only they can understand it. The sex full of tears, cries of pleasure and love, along with emotions.

His smile beams as he walks out of the bathroom, drying off his hair with a small white towel. The sound of Kiko continuing to shower in peace can be heard from the distance, until Jungkook's phone starts vibrating on the nightstand. His brows plunge into a frown in confusion, wondering who's calling this late. He walks up to it, towel still securely wrapped around his lower waist as he sees your name flashing on the screen. Along with the flower emoji you insisted on because apparently, you're a 'delicate flower' as you called yourself.

He chuckles at the memory and you without you even knowing, reaching for his phone as he doesn't hesitate to take the call.

"What's up, delicate flower?" he jokes, throwing the small towel he used for his hair over his shoulder.

"Hey, Kook," He hears you sigh, his grin dropping slightly. "Where are you?"

He's confused by the sudden question, but answers nevertheless. "Home."

"I'm sorry to bother you this late, but could you please come and pick me up?" you ask, somehow sounding pressured and tired at the same time, which only worries him more. You wouldn't call him and ask such a thing if it was something stupid. It's only after your questions he hears distant cars and Seoul's busy traffic.

"What happened? Are you okay?" he asks, already sounding alarmed. "Is it your car?"

"Yeah, something like that." The sigh leaves your mouth again, his head snapping to Kiko who walks into his bedroom already dressed in pajamas. She's smiling but once she sees Jungkook's widened eyes and features twisted in a worry, she stops and looks just as alarmed.

"Send me the address. I'll be there as soon as possible." he tells you, hearing you thanking him before you end the call.

"What happened?" Kiko asks, Jungkook already rushing towards the drawer he keeps his shirt on as he starts putting more clothes on.

"I don't know, I think Y/N is in trouble." he answers quickly, putting on boxers.

His hands move on their own, quick and rushed as he starts putting on the first thing he sees. It's no surprise he even pulls out a black sweatpants, matching the shirt he randomly picked but he could care less about the choice of color for his outfit.

"Trouble?"

"I don't know, she just wants me to pick her up but she had some issues with her car, so I guess something happened with it." he answers quickly, putting on a hood over his wet hair.

There's no time to blow dry it, even though he knows the risks of going out into such cold weather with wet hair.

"Oh my god, I hope she is fine." Kiko says worriedly, handing Jungkook his phone and wallet as he thanks her, already rushing to put on his shoes. The phone vibrates in his pocket, notifying him that you've sent him the address.

She hands him his jacket from the rack, watching him put it on messily before he snatches his car keys off the counter.

"I... don't know when I'll be back. You can go to sleep, if that's what you want... or--"

Kiko notices him rambling, knowing he's in a rush and it causes her to give him a smile, opening the front door for him. "Of course, go. Just please be careful, it's still snowing." she tells worriedly, seeing him nod almost not even present as he runs through the halfway to get into the underground garage to get his car.

It's still snowing. He knows that and maybe that's why he's so worried, remembering today's news where they'd warn the public to be especially careful. He can only hope nothing bad has happened and he'll have to hope for it, until he'll be there and see you himself.

The snow eases a bit but the cold stays, causing you to shiver while you answer the paramedic's questions about your current state. You've decided to sit on the edge of the ambulance between the open back door, so you'll know when Jungkook arrives.

"No head spinning?" he asks, seeing you spaced out for a moment as you shake your head.

You're just tired, managing your own shock while you worry what's going to happen with your car. Will you be able to drive it tomorrow? It should be fine, it was your fault for panicking, not the car's. But also your car isn't in a perfect state. However, you think you're in no position to choose because you rely on your car. You've to get to your work somehow, into the club on weekends as well. It has always been more convenient for you, in terms of distance and time, to use your car rather than public transportation. That's what bothers you the most. Still, you can't really use public transportation during weekends when you're working in a club. No matter how safe South Korea is, traveling by yourself in the middle of night isn't safe, no matter the country.

Black Mercedes stops just right behind your car, coming in a record time considering you called him less than twenty minutes ago. Jungkook walks out, hood of his hoodie draped over his hair, eyes glancing at your parked car on the side of the road before his eyes are already on the ambulance. You barely manage to notice the panic on his bare features because he's already running towards you, noticing you shivering and sitting on the edge of the ambulance.

You know how this must look and knowing Jungkook, just the sight of the ambulance is enough to tick him off.

"Oh my god, what happened?" He runs towards you, cupping your face into his hands as soon as he stops in front of you, eyes wide and filled with worry and horror. You see his eyes drop to your wound, hands delicately touching your cheeks.

"It's not as bad as this whole thing looks," you tell him, motioning with your hand around you. "It's just a scratch."

Jungkook ignores you, obviously having a different opinion about how this looks. "What happened?" He presses again, looking at the paramedic who looks relieved to finally know someone came for you, and you're not going to be that stubborn to drive on your own.

"A mere car accident, sir. No one else has been hurt and the car is undamaged, but she hit her head hard and I think it's better if she doesn't drive. At least until we're sure nothing serious will occur," The man says, Jungkook's eyes focused on him as he has a prominent scowl already plastered on his usually soft features.

You shiver, causing Jungkook to glance at you as he hugs you to his body, your arms automatically wrapping underneath his padded black and warm jacket. The paramedic informs him about your car being towed, saying something about how you agreed with it and luckily doesn't mention your stubbornness. But you barely listen to him, focusing on the warmth radiating from Jungkook's body as you feel his hands stroking your back through your own jacket.

"You're not driving that car again." Jungkook says, your brows raising as you look up at him completely thrown off before you frown.

"Excuse me?" you tell him, growing irritated by his tone and how confident he sounds. It's not any of his business and who does he think he is to tell you what to do?

"You can be glad you got out with a scratch, you could've been in a hospital in a much worse state, maybe even fighting for your own life. Fuck, Y/N, that car is not safe."

You're shocked how mad he sounds all of a sudden, the worry speaking out of him automatically. At the mention of your car not being safe you glance at the man, almost looking guilty, while he raises a brow at you while he shakes his head. Well, now he surely thinks you're a dumbass. Thanks to Jungkook and his mouth.

You glare at Jungkook but he has the audacity to harden his features, completely ignoring your silent warning. "I need a car, Jungkook." you point out through your clenched teeth, unwrapping your arms off him.

"Your life is more important than a fucking car." he almost barks at you, shaking head at your stubbornness.

"You're being dramatic." you tell him, mocking him by shaking your head.

He scoffs, clenching his jaw as he looks like a minute from fuming. You get he's worried about you, you could've predicted he'd act like this once he sees your wound and the fact the ambulance had to come. But you're tired, both physically and mentally and the last thing you need is him scolding you like a kid, even in front of the parademetic that feels the tension and decides to break it.

He clears his throat, gaining both of your and Jungkook's attention. "If there are any symptoms, head spinning, throwing up or anything else. Please, don't hesitate to go to a hospital." he informs you, even glancing at Jungkook as if he's purposely saying it to him.

You're not that stupid to overlook those symptoms if they were happening to you. No matter how much the paramedic and Jungkook think you're stubborn, you wouldn't gamble with your health like that. Everyone is making out of this whole situation a bigger deal than it is.

"Yes, thank you." you tell him, giving him a bow as you stand up, already seeing a man from the tow company approaching.

The paramedic gives the two of you one last glance and nod, shutting the back door. Once everything is settled with your car, you get into Jungkook's while you both sit in silence. He doesn't start the engine right away for some reason, but you're too busy to question it as you sigh in content at the warmth of his car.

"I'm fine, Kook," you mutter, feeling his eyes on you and as you glance at him, you see him looking at you. "I know how it looks but I'm fine."

"What happened? Was it your car?" he asks, worriedly stealing a glance at your wound.

"No, it was me. I was freaking stupid for panicking. Some idiot stopped at the red light at the last minute, I wasn't driving fast but I panicked and my car jerked off the road slightly,"

"Jesus Y/N," Jungkook groans, shutting his eyes at the mention of your car jerking off the road.

"It's not that dramatic!" you exclaim, trying to persuade him that there is no reason to be so worried and dramatic, just like you've told him.

"You could've died!" he exclaims back, his rough voice surprising you as you lean in your seat, nibbling on your bottom lip. You could've died. Okay, that's a bit dramatic, you think. "That's it, I'm lending you my car."

"Don't be ridiculous," you scoff, shaking your head at his absurdity. "You need your car."

And it's a freaking expensive car, you can't risk anything happening to it. You're not a bad driver, you really aren't. Things like what happened to you just now, can happen to anyone, even to the most skillful driver.

"I'll think of something," He sounds determined as he says it, starting the engine. "You're not driving that car again."

You scoff at that, chuckling to yourself at his determination. One of the things about Jungkook, good and bad at the same time, is how much he cares about others. He worries too much, especially when it comes to his closest friends and family. It's a very strong trait of his.

"Bold of you to assume that you can tell me what to do," you mutter, feeling a sudden pang to your chest with regret. You know he's just looking out for you, and you appreciate it with all your heart. There's no one else in this world that cares for you like Jungkook does. But you still think he's being dramatic and overprotective.

His hands around the steering wheel tighten, along with his knuckles that turn white as he tries to control himself. You know he hates nothing more than you talking back at him, something you've been always doing to prove your point.

"Look, I know you were scared and I'm so grateful you came all the way here to pick me up. But I'm alive and even though my car isn't in a perfect state, it's driving okay. I'm the one who caused this accident." you tell him softer this time, seeing his jaw still locked in place as he pokes his inner cheek with his tongue.

It's only now that you notice his wet hair, a guilt growing inside of you. He's here being worried about you, dropping everything to get you and you yell at him for being dramatic. To be fair, he kind of is dramatic and even though you realize the risk and things that could've happened, you'd rather not dwell on that too much. It doesn't do any good and now, it seems like you're holding it for both of you.

"Does it hurt?" he asks softly, pointing towards his temple to hint at your wound.

"A little," you shrug, "But I'm fine." you assure him.

Jungkook seems to be deep in thoughts for the rest of the ride, so you don't dare to start a small-talk, nor you're in the mood. You're tired and you're going to work tomorrow anyway. There's no need for you to stay home. Your car is already parked in the parking lot, a guy already from the tow company is waiting for you to give you back your keys. Once that's everything settled, Jungkook agrees to your invitation to come upstairs but you know it's only because he wants to make sure there's really nothing wrong with you. As much as Jungkook is caring and worries too much, you always make sure not to burden him even more and he knows that. You both know each other, know both's intentions and when you look at each other in the elevator, there are amused smiles on your faces. However, there are no words about it being uttered.

Once the jackets are undressed and boots taken off, the warmth of your home welcomes you as you inform Jungkook you're going to change your clothes quickly. He plops onto your couch lazily, just like he always does because he's comfortable in your home just like you're in his. Thinking about him and the time when you spent a few days at his place, you're sure Jungkook would be an amazing roommate. He loves things neat and clean while he likes to cook and take care of laundry. He's a dream man for every woman. He's also very skilled whenever it comes to man's job around the house. You'll never forget how many times Jungkook changed a light bulb for you, he's changing it whenever you need him to at this point.

When you're back, wearing much more comfortable clothes than your work ones, you find him with a phone in his hands while the screen illuminates his face. Once he sees you're back, he tucks his phone back into the pocket of his sweatpants and looks at you. You notice his hair is almost all dried while you still feel a little bit guilty that he rushed so quickly to come get you.

"What were you doing out so late anyways?" he asks, remembering that underneath your thick jacket you were wearing your work attire which could mean only one thing. You were coming out of work which you confirm with your response.

"I was driving home from work."

"So late? Aren't you usually finishing around five?" he scowls, seeing you nod as you offer him something to drink but he dismisses you with a shake of his head. "Were you working overtime again?"

"Yeah, we had a meeting with customers from Japan and it prolonged." you tell him casually, his scowl still not leaving his face.

"Junho should really stop making you overwork that much." he comments. You do agree with that statement but rather than thinking Junho is that evil guy, you know he got the reason for it.

"Well, it's a very busy season and he wants to make sure everything is settled before the holidays. We got this amazing opportunity to have some of our models to be a part of a fashion show in Japan. Thanks to you, by the way. Your pictures are perfect and caught their eyes, your pictures basically got us this deal." you tell him, and for the first time Jungkook seems to beam at your praise.

"Ah, it's nothing." he waves his hand awkwardly, growing shy all of a sudden and it makes you chuckle.

"It's not nothing, you're an amazing photographer Kook." you tell him honestly, smiling at your best friend that grins cutely as soft 'thank you' leaves his mouth, looking in his lap modestly.

Then he glances at you, his smile falling as his eyes linger on your small wound. You snicker, finding his concern both cute and overdramatic. The lightning of your tripod lamp casts over his clear skin and you silently envy him for that, knowing he keeps his skincare routine minimal. You made him put face masks stored in your bathroom more than once, the amount of funny pictures of the two of you looking ridiculous while wearing them is a decent proof of it.

As Jungkook suddenly sighs, leaning his back against the sofa's back lazily, you notice something peeking underneath his hoodie. The fresh red mark contrasts with the color of his skin. Well, you can't say you're exactly shocked to see hickey adoring his skin. Even though Jungkook doesn't mention Kiko that often, and you know it's because of your opinion about her, however, there are times he just has to mention her. Especially when you ask him how his day was and what he did, his answer usually involves three things. Work, gym and Kiko. It's not like you want him to feel like he has to stop himself from mentioning her. Yes, you're still kind of bitter when it comes to the fact he's dating her again after everything she's done, and it's not going to go away. You know you'll never truly forgive her for hurting Jungkook like that. On the other hand, you're not in a place to 'forgive' her because it's not your relationship and it's Jungkook's decision. But as a best friend and a person who loves to have their own opinion, no matter how much it is not your business, you don't like her around Jungkook.

Jungkook notices your silence, turning his head to look at you as he notices your eyes on his neck. Realization hits him like a wave, he doesn't even hesitate about what you're looking at, his eyes widening as he claps his hand around the mark.

"Ah, it's... nothing." he murmurs, cringing at his repeated sentence and voice that indicates his shock and awkwardness.

You snicker, nudging his arm. "It's a hickey, Jeon. Don't be so weird about it," you chuckle, trying to lighten up the mood especially since he seems to be almost embarrassed that you've seen that.

You and Jungkook are super close, the two of you can talk about anything. He's not a typical female best friend whom you'd talk to about typical girly topics. You're close but there are some things and topics Jungkook wouldn't be able to relate to that much, no matter how much he could try. For example, a period topic. He understands you're bitchy whenever it's that time of the month and has seen you in pain more times than you can count, but it's not a topic you bring up during casual conversations or ever. On the other hand, you're very honest with him and maybe it's because he's the closest to you out of all of your friends. He's a perfect example of a person that you can talk to about anything, and he won't be making fun of you because of it.

Jungkook is the same way. He often talks about things he's doing and things that are closer to him than to you. Stuff like gym, boxing, tattoos and video games. However, one thing Jungkook keeps private is his sexlife. He's never been that open about it, especially not like you were. You practically told him all about your sex life before the deal happened. Mutual help as he calls it. Yet, you've never been too embarrassed to talk to him about it.

Partly, him not talking about it is simply because he respects his partner and doesn't go around telling anyone how the sex is. Or his sex life in general. Maybe there were a few remarks about jerking off but he usually doesn't bring it up. He believes it's a topic that is private for him and is comfortable with not talking about it with anyone that he's not intimate with.

Glancing at his hickey, it seems like the world is laughing at you. Here you are, sexually frustrated and even got into a car accident. You want to laugh at yourself, at the absurdity of the situation.

"At least one of us is getting laid." you shrug, stating casually while trying to find at least some kind of light in this tricky situation. Even though the thought of Kiko touching him and being close to him this way again makes you want to vomit. She's beautiful, hot even but that doesn't mean her actions don't speak louder.

"Y/N!" Jungkook gasps, chuckling as he shakes his head at you.

"What? I'm just saying," you shrug again effortlessly, laying back to make yourself comfortable. "This girl has her own needs too." you joke hearing him snicker.

"How bad have you hit your head?" he asks, teasing you as he pats the top of your head as if you were a dog.

You swat his hand away, playfully glaring at him before you sigh. "Shut up, I'm just being honest." you murmur.

"Try tinder or something." Jungkook suggests, met with a raise of your brow as you disapprovingly shake your head.

"Yeah, try that for yourself," you grumble, annoyed at his teasing bunny grin. "I'm busy anyways. I don't have time to go and look around for guys. And I don't want that anyway, I want things to happen naturally. I don't wanna pressure myself that I have to find someone to date, just so I'll have a boyfriend. You know what I mean?"

Frankly, Jungkook knows what you mean. He always did.

"Of course," he murmurs, poking you in your cheek when he sees you pout which you grumble, causing him to laugh.

The two of you talk for a few minutes, Jungkook deciding to give it a night when he sees you yawning every few minutes. He doesn't forget to voice out his concern about your car, saying that you're more than capable and independent to decide on your own. But you know he would rather set your car on fire.

"I'm sorry." you tell him leaning against your front door, bidding Jungkook a goodbye as you watch his brows frown in confusion.

"Sorry about what?"

"For calling you late. I'm sure you had other plans tonight." you tell him, the hickey long hidden underneath the hoodie and his jacket.

"Don't apologize for that," he says with a frown, "I'm just glad you're okay."

And you feel how honest he is. No matter how many times you tell yourself that you don't agree with his decision, hoping he'd decided differently. You know the least thing you can do is respect it for all the things he has done for you from the beginning of your friendship.

There's only one Jungkook and you should be thankful that he's in your life, regardless of what decision the two of you have made or make.

The wound decorating, mockingly said so, your temple doesn't look better the next day. It was expected but there still had been a little hope when you woke up that it wouldn't look as bad. It turns out it looks even worse in the morning when light and sun illuminate the sky. As if it wasn't enough, there is already a bruise creating around the wound looking as if you got beaten up.

You don't care about the bruise, knowing it'll go away at some point along with the pain from the impact of yesterday night. However, you know what to expect as soon as you make it to work. Turns out you're right once again, met with countless worried and shocked expressions from your co-workers but also people you've never talked to, or never realized they work in there too. None of those expressions have been genuine and being in this industry for some time, knowing some of those people, you know they just want the latest gossip and are too curious for their own good.

By the time you come up to your floor, you lose count how many people have asked you what happened to you and faked their concern. The answer is simple and the same every time; 'Just a small accident' is what you say with a tight smile that shows your discomfort, but none of them cares. They're too nosy to be more empathic and to leave you alone.

The only person you expect to actually leave you alone and show you no interest is none other than Yoongi. As much as he proved himself to be annoying, sticking his nose where it doesn't belong (considering all the teasing about Jungkook that he's been doing), you don't actually expect him to care about your little scratch. There couldn't be anything done with it and even though you've put some concealer on the new bruise, it's still pretty much visible. The odds are not in your favor when you notice him across the room, sporting that annoyed look he has every time someone talks to him before he gets to drink all of his iced Americano. But then he looks at you, eyes slightly widening when he sees the bruise but as it came, it's gone before he excuses himself. Surely using you as an excuse not to talk to Sophia who usually needs something when she's talking to someone. You notice her annoyed expression before she walks away with an annoyed puff, smirk curling on Yoongi's lips when he hears it but is luckily turned with his back to her, so she hasn't seen it. Not that Yoongi would actually care if she had seen it.

"Clumsy much?" he jokes, walking towards you looking even more pleased when he sees your narrowed eyes in annoyance. "Did you trip over something or what?"

You fight the urge to roll your eyes at his childishness, debating whether you should strangle or just ignore him. "I had a car accident, you idiot. At least you can pretend to be concerned like everyone else in this building." you grumble at him, attentively looking at his features.

He does look surprised at the new information, surely the news hasn't made it to this floor yet. You know he perfectly understood your words and the hidden meaning behind them. He had shoulder surgery last year and everyone faked their concern about him, just like they're doing with you right now.

You watch his features twist into worry, mouth opened agape as he lets out a dramatic gasp. For a second, you're actually believing he's concerned but then he sets his mouth free and your surprise drops. "Oh my god, is the car okay?" he asks, still faking his concern.

You can't help it but find him funny, chuckling at his absurdity as you shake your head at him. "Fuck off." you tell him, seeing him giving you an amused grin.

"You good?" he asks, tone dropping as he tries to act neutral.

The little smirk appearing on your lips gets ignored by him. "Yeah, I'm good. Hurts a bit but I'm fine."

He nods almost awkwardly, clearing his throat as he looks around the room for a moment. "I'm just asking because Yejun is gone for this weekend again. So if you're not coming to your Saturday shift, you'll have to let me know so I can find someone else to replace you."

You're not sure if he just found an excuse to ask about your condition, but you don't even think about it. When it comes to Yoongi, there are moments where it's better not to overthink his actions and just let him be.

You've got more important things to deal with, like your job. Two jobs that you need and the mention of Yoongi possibly thinking you won't be coming this Saturday to work at the club, you're quick to jump into action. "No, I'm coming." you tell him, met with a puzzled look as he glances at your bruise for a second.

He looks a little baffled at your sudden appearance and the determination to come to work, but doesn't comment on it. "Don't be late." he grumbles, leaving you standing in the middle of the room as he walks away.

The rest of the week rolls quite quickly, the busyness of Junho's demands is just enough to keep you exactly that – busy. Your bruise gets even worse, having shades of red, green and yellow. It takes ten more minutes to your usual morning routine to cover at least some of it. It doesn't hurt that much and you're completely fine, which you're trying to assure Jungkook every day. That man spams you with messages every day, asking you how you're doing and bringing up his car all the time. He's too determined to lend you his car, but you're also determined to turn him down on that offer. On the other note, it's better you don't get to see him face to face, the last time he's seen you was when he came to pick you up, the night of the accident. If he saw your ugly bruise, you'd have to listen to him scolding you all over again.

Good thing he doesn't know about your car being in a car service again. It broke down in the middle of the week, leaving you with no other choice than to use public transport. That adds at least another hour to your morning routine, so not only do you have to take the time to cover your bruise, you also have to wake up earlier to get to work just in time. He'd freak out if he knew you're going off the work alone and late at night.

To say it this way – this week has been one hell of a week and despite you've been barely home, going there just to wash yourself and go to sleep, the last thing you want is to lock yourself there and be all alone. A drink sounds good now and that's why you sit on a bar stool, after changing yourself back to the clothes you came here wearing.

Yoongi looks shocked to still see you there, wondering why the hell aren't you going home when your shift has ended. It's written all over his face and he tells you exactly that, leaning against a bar with furrowed brows.

"I need a drink," you simply tell him, ordering one of the drinks that are written on the menu on the black board behind him. You recognize that drink as a popular pick amongst women that come here.

Yoongi looks a little baffled but goes to mix your drink anyways. "Aren't you driving?" he asks once he's done, passing the drink in front of you.

"Thanks," you tell him, your gratitude and politeness ignored by him as he waits for your answer. "No, my car is in a car service... again."

He's amazing at hiding his reactions when he wants to and he's even better at staying neutral, so you can't tell if he already knew about you not driving to work or not. The truth is, he didn't know. He doesn't pay you that much attention and it's not like he goes around the huge parking lot, looking for your car.

"You're going home by bus?" he asks. You fight the urge to tease him, deciding to leave it for now. It's nice to have a casual conversation, something that doesn't contain work or Jungkook's overdramatic ideas of lending you his car.

"Cab," you answer him simply, your answer followed by a shrug. "I don't feel like waiting at a bus stop in this weather late at night."

He doesn't say anything for a moment, interrupted by one of the customers as he goes back to work. You sit there with your thoughts, enjoying the drink that has hints of pineapple, vodka and something else that tastes sweet and fights the strong taste of alcohol. Yoongi is great at mixing drinks, however you let that praise to yourself and enjoy the drink instead. By the time you barely get to finish your drink, a third guy approaches you trying to buy you a drink as you politely decline. From the corner of your eyes you notice Yoongi glancing at your way, always making sure the customers aren't uncomfortable. It's something you've noticed ever since Yoongi replaced Yejun's absence. You understand why Yejun trusts his brother with his club, knowing it's in good hands while he's away.

"Listen, I'm not interested. I can buy myself a drink." you huff at the man, wondering why they keep coming when all you're wearing are a pair of jeans with a random hoodie you pulled out of your closet today. There are dozens of women wearing short and tight dresses, looking way more appealing than you and your bruise and kind of horrendous outfit.

The man huffs annoyingly, ego hurt by your somehow polite but still bitter decline of him buying you a drink. Free drink would sound nice but you know you'd never get rid of him if you agreed. He wasn't even your type.

"Damn, for a minute I thought I should step in but you got it handled." Yoongi jokes, approaching you as you hand him the empty glass and order another one.

"I got everything handled, Min," you assure him, pursing your lips in amusement as he grins and starts mixing you your second drink. You're not going to lie, it strokes your ego a little bit knowing guys are coming up to you even when you look... like this. On the other side, they all seem drunk and you know that kind of type of man. Looking for someone to sleep with tonight.

Once Yoongi hands you your second drink, he goes up to Mark and talks to him for a second. You pull your phone out of the pocket of your jeans, trying to entertain yourself for a moment by opening an Instagram app. You look at your friends' and people you follow stories, noticing Jungkook posted something too. You're not surprised at the mention of Kiko's account as he snapped a simple picture of a pizza box, captioning his Insta Story with 'pizza saturday night' with Kiko's username. Your curiosity gets the best out of you and you click onto her profile. Let's not act as if you weren't stalking her Instagram account from time to time. Well, you wouldn't call it stalking... more like observing because you're curious. Most of her pictures are of her wearing nice outfits or simple selfies showing her beauty. You notice Hoseok in some pictures too but the newest one she posted just an hour ago catches your attention right away. How could it not when it's your best friend, those doe eyes staring at you as he's biting into pizza, staring at the camera with wide eyes and teeth digging into pizza. You recognize the background as Jungkook's apartment, being there too many times not to recognize it straight away.

She simply captioned the picture with a single black heart, sparking an annoyance inside of you. Not from jealousy, but from the fact she doesn't deserve him. Do all her friends that commented on that picture or even liked it know that she cheated? They surely don't. There are only a very few people who know and it's not something to brag about.

Too interested in the picture and annoyed at Jungkook's girlfriend, you don't notice someone else approaching you until you see a movement beside you in the corner of your eyes. Yoongi plops on the bar stool next to you, shamelessly staring at your screen as you glare at him, locking the phone and stuffing it back into your pocket.

"Stalking your boyfriend, I see." he teases, causing you to glare at him again as you roll your eyes. Stalking is a bit of a strong word.

"Get lost," you grumble at him, "I wasn't stalking."

"Mhm," he hums, pouring himself a shot of vodka as you stare at him with wide eyes. Isn't he working? "The club is closing soon and I feel like you need some company. You've been more grumpy lately, more than usual actually."

Scoffing, you bite your tongue not to deny his assumption because in a way, he's right. You wouldn't say you're grumpy, or more grumpy like he said, you just have a lot on your mind. "Are you sure your company is the one I need?" you respond, taking a sip of your drink as he grins at you.

"What other option do you have?" He motions around him and you look behind you, noticing almost everyone shitfaced as the club is slowly emptying. Even the music isn't as loud as it had been before.

"Go home, so I don't have to sit here with you?" you deadpan, seeing him snorting at you as a grin makes a way to your lips. In other scenarios, if it were with a different person sitting next to you, you'd tell yourself you're rude and shouldn't have responded like that. But you also know it's Yoongi and he treats you the same way. It's just the way you both are with each other.

His own grin tells you that he's not offended, more like amused by your response.

"I'm surprised," he starts, catching your attention once again as you glance at him.

His dark hair almost touches the top of his eyes, the club lights creating shadows on his pale skin as he puts down the empty glass. When did he drink it all?

"Your best friend left quite an impression on Junho, haven't seen that in a while."

You realize, this is the first time he hasn't called Jungkook your boyfriend, but a best friend instead. Deciding it's better not to comment on that, liking that he's not calling him that or teasing you for it.

"Yeah, the pictures turned out great." you nod. There's no doubt Jungkook did an amazing job, everyone in the company knows it and Yoongi is aware of that too. And you're not saying it because Jungkook is your friend.

"I heard thanks to his pictures it got us a deal with Rakuten," Yoongi says, surprisingly sounding casually and quite impressed which is a nice change from the constant bickering and teasing the two of you don't seem to let you.

In your defense, it's not your fault. He's the one who started to be annoying, you're just looking after yourself. Even though his behavior is still irritating, pretty much sparking a new kind of irritation inside of you that you never knew you've got in the first place, it's not as bad as you thought it is and you got used to it. Still, there are times you'd rather strangle him than put up with his annoying ass.

You agree with him, saying that Jungkook is very skillful in many things, photographing being one of them. However, you refrain yourself from praising Jungkook any further, not wanting to give him another reason to think you're obsessed with your best friend or anything similarly absurd that Yoongi seems to be thinking or wanting to tease you about. Despite Yoongi's determination to call Jungkook your boyfriend, even though he surely knows that's not true, there's something telling you he's doing it to purely tease you.

Still, the credit goes mainly to Jungkook, thanks to him the models from your agency get to walk on the runway in Japan. It's the biggest talk of this week (it's even more interesting than your car accident) which you're thankful for.

"So, has the lover boy got back to his ex?"

You don't expect Yoongi to ask such a thing, nor remember the information you've told him some time ago. But then again, it just confirms the assumption about him being attentive and remembers things even if he acts like he doesn't.

"Yeah," you murmur, scrunching your nose a little bit before you can control your reaction, knowing very well he's looking at you. "He's probably getting some as we're speaking." That makes him laugh, an actual laugh leaves his mouth as he reaches over the bar for the bottle of vodka to pour himself another shot.

"You sound jealous." Yoongi comments, mistaking your reaction as you snicker under your breath.

"That he's getting some? Maybe," you admit, the alcohol getting into your head is giving you more courage and you feel more comfortable admitting such a thing in front of him. "Jealous that he got back to his ex? Nope."

Yoongi doesn't spare you a glance, frowning at the glass as he pours himself a shot but you know he's listening to you as he nods. "You do sound a little bitter about it though."

"Yeah, because she's a bitch." you almost spit, taking a sip of your drink before you can let the anger consume you knowing it's mainly the alcohol that makes you so loose-lipped.

"Is she really?" he asks, surprised, gulping the alcohol as if it's nothing and just plain water causing you to cringe. You can smell the vodka on his breath, wondering how he's not already gagging at the taste.

"Yeah, no," you answer quickly, confusing yourself as you shake your head. "I don't know," you sigh, met with Yoongi's dumbfounded look he's giving you.

Well, you do sound dumb right now but it's the confusion and your brain trying to find a way to explain it to him. You don't want to reveal such information about Kiko cheating on Jungkook. Not because you want to protect her, but because you feel sorry for Jungkook. You don't want Yoongi to acknowledge him as a guy that got cheated on. At the same time, it's not your place to tell that to anyone. It's a respectful thing to do for your best friend. Maybe if it wasn't Jungkook, you wouldn't mind that much. Hell, if it wasn't Jungkook and someone else, Jungkook would be the first person you reveal such information.

"The thing is..." you start, finishing your drink as you silently plead Yoongi for making you another one. He sighs, disappointed that you want such a thing from him when you're about to explain yourself.

Too lazy to do it himself, he calls at Mark and gives him an instruction to make you the drink, ignoring your raised brow as he stares at you, telling you to continue.

"She hurt him very badly. I don't think she deserves him." you tell him simply.

For a moment, Yoongi sits while being turned your way, waiting for you to say something else but then when he realizes that's all you wanted to say, his shoulders slouch in a mere disappointment as he gives you an unimpressed look.

"What? What did you expect?" you exclaim, laughing a little at his reaction.

"I don't know? Some juicy stuff? Just when I thought you've got something interesting to say." You know he's partly joking when the corner of his mouth twitches and he tries to hide it by looking away, but you notice it feigning a gasp.

"I'm an interesting person for your information," you clarify, pursing your lips when he gives you an amused smirk. "I am!" you exclaim, causing him to laugh as your laugh is followed right behind his.

"Okay, Ms. Interesting," he scoffs, grinning at you. "You're weird." he comments suddenly, causing you to think about it for a second.

You've never considered yourself to be weird. Okay, there are a few moments when you think you're weird but you wouldn't consider yourself as that. "I'm not weird. What do you mean?" you frown, staring at him in confusion.

Mark places the drink in front of you, smiling when you thank him as he leaves the two of you alone. You notice a lot of people already left but there are still a few people dancing on the dance floor and lingering around, too drunk to stand up and leave. Casual Saturday night.

"Well, you have a best friend that somehow became your fuck buddy, except he's not that anymore. Then he gets back to his ex and you're bitter about it, not only that. You're also bitter that his sex life is better than yours." he explains, somehow looking amused again as you see you dumbfoundedly staring in front of you as you let his words sink in.

"Okay, maybe I'm a little weird," you murmur, making him laugh as you scoff, nudging his shoulder. "Oh, shut up. Also, I'm not bitter that he got back with her. Bitter isn't the word I'd describe myself as. I think annoyed and disappointed is a better description. One, because he's my best friend and I care about him. Two, she probably isn't totally a bad person but she hurt him. Three, he's freaking stupid for letting her back into his life when he deserves better."

Your chest heaves by the time you're done, realizing that those words got out of you in an instant but fuck, does it feel good. Just the fact you told Yoongi out of all people is beyond you.

Just when you expect him to tease you about it, or comment on it somehow, he actually has something rational to say.

"Love makes people do crazy things."

"Yeah, he's like a lost puppy when it comes to her." you murmur, shaking your head at your best friend as you gulp all of your drink.

Yoongi stares at you amusingly. "What about that part of his sex life being better than yours?"

"That part," you start, "is true." you laugh at yourself.

He doesn't mock you like you expect him to. "Well, to your better sex life." he says nonchalantly, however sporting that annoying smirk as he clinks your glasses together.

You'll gladly toast to that, hoping it'll bring you at least some kind of luck.

You're not sure how much time has passed, you haven't checked nor do you care that much. Somehow, you still haven't grown tired or annoyed by Yoongi's presence and actually found it quite intriguing considering you're not in each other's hair. Maybe it's the amount of alcohol you've drank, and the mentioned substance is responsible for Yoongi being talkative more than usual. You both talk about things that don't really matter, still kind of non-personal but you consider it as a success nevertheless.

What's more shocking is the fact that the nightclub located in Itaewon is empty and already closed. It's just you and Yoongi, bonding over drinks that you've lost count. You're not that drunk, just enough to blubber while you're not sure if Yoongi is even listening to you or just acting as if he is.

You're careful not to get completely wasted, and for the first time this week you feel yourself relaxing. Yoongi seems fine too, maybe a little bit lazier than usual but maybe it's because he seems to be more relaxed. He still sticks to vodka, too lazy to make you drink again so you're left with no other choice than to do shots with him. It's your second one, the burning taste of the first one is still fresh on your tongue.

"So, are you and Mark still hooking up?" you ask after a moment of silence, remembering Mark's flushed cheeks and the noticeable shy look he was giving Yoongi the other day.

"What, you interested?" He can't help but tease you, earning the expected roll of your eyes. Is he asking about himself or Mark? Not that it matters, they both aren't exactly ugly.

"As if," you huff, "Just curious." you murmur against the class of your coke, needing a little break before taking the shot in front of you.

It's weird to be in a nightclub that's completely empty, no loud music blasting in your ears. It's kind of relaxing. You almost laugh at your thoughts, momentarily distracted from your conversation with Yoongi because he's taking his time to respond.

"No, we're not. I ended it." He decides to answer. You get the feeling he revealed something he's not sure he wanted to reveal, but he doesn't seem to be too bothered as he takes a sip of his own coke and reaches for the salted chips he pulled from one of the cabinets.

"Why?" you ask, wondering if you aren't being too nosy but you don't get that many chances to pry. And there aren't that many times you're this nosy about him and his life. You can't believe him and Mark hooked up. Not because they're both men, it's not that. Not at all. But somehow the information of Yoongi hooking up with his brother's employee is quite shocking. You're not even sure why.

"I had a feeling Mark is catching feelings, so I ended it before it could end up with a heartbreak." he explains bluntly, as if he wasn't speaking about someone's feelings. Surprisingly, rather than thinking that Yoongi is being cold it's not that thought that crosses your mind.

Despite you and Yoongi working together, you're not super close and don't consider him as your friend. He definitely doesn't consider you as his friend. Somehow the two of you always end up talking (or bickering is a more accurate word). But you think he sounds so blunt because that's who he is. He doesn't show his emotions that much and it's okay. It's hard to tell what he's thinking. And you mean by this is, that instead of thinking that he's cold towards Mark you realize that he put his feelings first. You realize he didn't want to hurt him. Yoongi's words of not wanting to date remind themselves in the back of your mind, making sense why he ended it.

"Did you tell him you're not interested in dating?" you ask, reaching for some chips too as you munch on the salty snack.

"Of course," he almost scoffs, as if you asking this question is ridiculous. "When two people are hooking up, it's bound that one of them always catches feelings sooner or later." he states, surely of his statement as you can't help but disagree.

"That's not true," you shake your head, "Me and Jungkook hooked up and none of us caught feelings."

Yoongi chuckles at that, causing you to frown. What's funny? "Either one of you did or you're both lying to yourselves."

You roll your eyes at that. Again. Another person who thinks you and Jungkook can't stay friends without being in love. To be honest, not all friends hooked up together but your situation is different. You and Jungkook are different, and you're the only ones who understand that. To other people it seems weird, sometimes you can't believe you had sex with your best friend. Many times to be exact. But then you remember when you did have sex and how it felt. And you don't regret it.

"I know it's hard to believe and hard to get through your thick head," You ignore the glare he sends your way, "But Jungkook is very much in love with his ex, well, girlfriend now. Trust me, he doesn't think of me that way or any other women at that."

He stares at you for a moment, you recognize confusion coating his dark and sharp eyes as he shakes his head with a sigh. "Then it's just a matter of time."

"Oh my god, stop," you groan, "Women and men can be friends without being in love. You sound like our friends. You guys just don't get our friendship."

"I'm not saying women and men can't be friends. Okay, maybe you aren't in love with each other. But if you had continued fucking, I'm almost certain one of you would catch feelings," He sounds determined, believing his words as you think it through.

You don't even think of Jungkook that way. It's impossible. He doesn't think of you that way and your friendship is too precious. Before you can think about it any further, you shake your head to shake them off.

"Maybe I'm wrong. I just speak out of my experience. Every person I've been with, I was always straightforward that I'm not interested in a relationship. And it always ended up with someone getting too attached."

"By someone I presume you mean the other person?" Yoongi isn't the type to get attached, especially when he's too determined to let the person he's about to hook-up to know he's not interested in anything further than sex.

"Yes," he answers, shrugging slightly. "Maybe it's just my bad luck." he tries to joke, actually mustering a tiny smile of amusement from you in return.

"Well, me and Jungkook are different. I know it sounds impossible, considering your experience but I don't think it justifies every person who hooks up with someone else. I mean... there are people who just fuck and don't fall in love." you tell him.

He thinks it through for a moment, pursing his lips slightly before he gives you a brief nod. "You're right."

"Oh my, did you just tell me I'm actually right?" you joke, nudging him slightly to his side as he sneers at you.

"Oh, shut up," he mocks you, "But, you've to admit. There aren't many best friends that fuck too. Besides, the two of you looked like a fucking couple."

"Yeah, so I heard," you chuckle. You've heard that quite often from your friends. "I guess we both were lonely. Is it weird that we're completely fine even though we fucked and were too affectionate during that time?"

Perhaps Yoongi isn't the right person to ask that, or even let him judge it in the first place, but you still voice your thoughts wanting to hear his opinion.

"Weird? Fuck yes," he chuckles, noticing the way you shift on your spot with a little frown. "But like you said, only you and him understand each other. I'm just telling you how it looked from an outer perspective."

You nod, pursing your lips in thought as silence overtakes the two of you. If you've seen two best friends suddenly kissing each other and being too touchy in public, you would think there's more between them than just friendship or them being friends with benefits. You kind of get why Yoongi thought you're dating him. No, you definitely get it.

"If he didn't get back to his ex, would you still fuck him?"

The straightforward question surprises you a bit, your mouth opening in shock as you stare at Yoongi who looks genuinely curious, as if he is testing something. Like you said, it's hard to see what he thinks.

Would you still fuck Jungkook if he haven't gotten back to Kiko? Probably. Oh, who are you kidding. Of course you fucking would. The sex with Jungkook has been a wild ride that haunts you till this day. As absurd or weird this sounds, considering Jungkook is your best friend, you wish you had at least one last chance to let him pound you. You said what you said. It definitely has something to do with your sex frustration and knowing Jungkook is a literal beast in bed doesn't help.

Fucking Kiko is probably having the sex of her life right now. It pisses you off. Couldn't Jungkook be average in bed? Does he have to be so fucking attractive? Which you always knew, but now knowing what his abs feel like under your touch or how his dick looks is something you didn't know a few months ago.

"Shamelessly, I'm saying yes," you tell him, ignoring the rush of heat that spreads on your cheeks and you hope Yoongi doesn't notice it in this dim lightning. "Just because he's fucking good in bed and it sucks he's my best friend. I shouldn't think about him this way."

"That's debatable," he muses, causing you to look at him curiously as you silently tell him to elucidate. "You shouldn't think about fucking him because he has a girlfriend. But you also can't really control it since you know what that feels like. He got his girlfriend back and what did you get from fucking him?"

"Some mind blowing orgasms," you answer immediately, too quickly as the answer spills naturally out of your mouth before you can think about it. Yoongi stares at you with a raised brow as you shrug. "I said what I said."

You're not lying though. He really gave you the best orgasms in your life. It'll be hard to compete with that with your future partner.

"You're awfully honest when you're drunk." Yoongi comments amusingly, taking a shot to hide his smirk.

"I'm not drunk, I'm slightly buzzed." Haven't you heard those words before? Weren't you the one saying them? You can't remember, it sounds awfully familiar.

"Somehow I don't think you'd thirst over your best friend if you were 'slightly buzzed'." he says, mockingly emphasizing quotes with his fingers.

"Yah, I'm not thirsting over him!" you exclaim, slapping his shoulder as he hisses at you but still has that annoying grin plastered on his lips. He's enjoying this. "Okay, maybe I am." you add quietly, letting out a dramatic sigh.

"You definitely are," he muses with pursed lips, causing you to be the one who hisses at him this time. "You need to get laid."

"You don't say," you grumble with your nose scrunched. "Are you offering?" you tease him, expecting to be met with a disgusted look on his face or his voice sounding disgusted.

However, you see him actually thinking about it. "Oh my god! Are you seriously thinking about it?" you exclaim, laughing.

"What? No!" he tries to deny, but he shifts on his spot as his facade slowly falls down. Alcohol makes him less expressionless. "So what? This guy hasn't got any action in a while." he grumbles, your eyes almost falling out of their sockets.

Not because apparently, Yoongi hasn't had sex for a while. But because he actually thought about it. Thought about you. The annoying co-worker that irritates him but is fun to tease because he's a little shit. You can't lie, your sex frustration is annoying too. Just the thought of having someone take care of you, sexually of course, is arousing.

"Are you even attracted to me?" you ask, eyes carefully observing him as a little frown of confusion is decorating your face.

"I don't know." he answers with a shrug, causing you to scoff.

"Thanks, idiot," you grumble, seeing him grin in return. You don't understand this guy. "Well, there's only one way to find out." You've no idea where this courage is coming from.

Yoongi looks at you curiously, although there's something telling you he has to at least find you a little bit attractive if he suggested such a thing.

"Kiss me." you tell him, not expecting him to give such a blunt expression. He doesn't look not at least caught off guard as he sucks in breath, looking somewhere behind you before he looks at you.

"Why should I be the first one to kiss you? Kiss me first."

You roll your eyes at his childishness. "You're such a kid," you comment, "Let's do it at the same time."

"Fine," he murmurs, straightening himself as he inches closer to you.

It's weird to look him in the eyes, seeing him up close with the thought that you're about to kiss him. However, your brain is clouded to think about the fact that this is Min Yoongi. The one and only who's been a huge pain in the ass. Alcohol heats up your body, giving you more courage to do this thing and it probably intensifies your need to feel some action.

You're not sure who kisses who first, you two somehow inch close to each other until your lips meet in an awkward peck. You almost cringe, already feeling some type of awkwardness and when you meet Yoongi's eyes, he probably thinks the same thing.

Okay, let's try it again. If it doesn't work, you'll pretend any of this didn't happen. He sees your eyes glancing at his lips, recognizing what you're about to do and he doesn't protest. The kiss is exactly that. It doesn't feel special but it's enough to light up the fire inside your stomach. It feels nice, his lips feel nice. They're a little bit chapped but so are yours from the cold weather. This time it's not a single peck, your mouths moving together.

There's a little bit of tongue and saliva while Yoongi keeps his hands to himself, touching you with nothing but his lips only. You pull him closer, hearing him groan as he presses his lips rougher to yours. Couple minutes of kissing leaves the two of you breathless, Yoongi standing up as he takes your hand and leads you somewhere. You recognize the path as a path to Yejun's office. There's no time to look around properly, you've been here once and that's when Yejun interviewed you, when Yoongi presses his lips to yours.

"So I take it, I am attractive?" you chuckle into the kiss, feeling the edge of Yejun's desk digging into your lower back.

Yoongi's hands are somehow respectfully on your hips, not letting them drop any lower.

"Anything will do," he says, going for another kiss as you pull back and nudge him in the cheek, causing his head to turn to the side slightly. "What do you want?"

"You're ruining the mood, Min," you grumble, "I don't want to do this if you're not sure or feel disgusted by me."

"You think I would kiss you if I was disgusted by you?" he asks dumbfounded. "God, women. This is why I usually hook-up with men." he grumbles, searching your face as you glare at him but there's a tiny smirk twitching in the corner of your lips.

"Don't blame me!" you exclaim, "So... you prefer women too?" you ask timidly, glancing at him who barely has any expression, simply staring at you. "Sorry, I didn't want to assume your sexuality. I just always thought... y'know..."

Considering his little comments about Jungkook, and now you finding out he used to hooking up with Mark, you somehow thought he prefers men. Well, you didn't think about it until now.

"You're doing exactly that," he grins, not offended at all even though he acts like it a little bit. "It's just been a while since I was with a woman."

You nod, biting your lower lip in thought. You're not going to lie, making out with Yoongi made the thought of enjoying this night to the fullest more appealing. Also, you're aware that if the two of you were completely sober, none of this would probably happen. You're not wasted, neither is Yoongi but you're both buzzed. You could taste the vodka on his lips, nothing too strong but the taste is there.

"You wanna continue?" you ask, tilting your head slightly.

"I think I do," he answers, "Do you?"

"Yeah," you nod, giving him a consent he's asking for before you're kissing all over again. It's not too rushed, even though there's no doubt the two of you are aroused. The pace is just fine and it feels like you're both testing the waters with each other.

Deciding it's enough of kissing, you take off your hoodie and toss on the desk behind you, ushering Yoongi to take his own too. He does, showing you his plain white shirt and buffed out chest. You feel bad for wanting to compare him to Jungkook. It's ridiculous, they've different body types. Yoongi still has his own charms. Your jeans follow next, there aren't many words said out loud, both of you taking off your jeans purposely out of one reason. To get each other off. Back in your mind you can hear yourself scolding that this is not you and you've never done this before. Sure, you hooked up with Jungkook but that's different. Maybe you weren't dating him for real, but he's always been close to you in more than one way. Yoongi isn't a stranger but still, you don't know him that well.

But why shouldn't you have fun? You both want this. You've had enough time to think about this, to make sure this is what you want and it is.

Your thoughts are interrupted by Yoongi's fingers brushing against your clothed heat, your breath hitching in your throat at the foreign but also familiar feeling. His fingers feel different, but the feeling of warmth that spreads there is familiar. He rubs you through your panties, luckily you've decided to wear your nice ones which are still kind of plain but at least there's a little lace on the edges. Both of your shirts stay on your bodies, your hands fumbling with Yoongi's belt. Your throat is dry, in desperate need to feel more.

When he hears your whimper, he tucks a finger under the hem of your panties before he looks up at you in question, seeing you nod before you desperately tell him to take them off. He does, cold air hitting your arousal but you're too distracted with pulling Yoongi's jeans down as you see his bulge in his dark blue boxers. You're not going to lie, you're pleased that he's as aroused as you're. You had your doubts though, you don't know why. It's still unbelievable that this is happening.

You cup him through his boxers hearing a soft gasp as you squeeze him. He impatiently jerks his hips into your hand, ignoring the little smirk you make sure he sees. He glares at you, rubbing your clit in circles as it's your time to gasp. He grins at you, raising a brow at you. It's better to ignore him, you think as you pull him out of his undergarments. Your throat gets dry again, too pleased with seeing an actual dick. It makes you sound as if you were a hungered woman for some dick. You're not. Just horny and sexually frustrated.

You give him a few lazy strokes, making sure you spread his pre-cum leaking from the tip over his mushroom head to make it more pleasing for him. You smirk when he groans into your neck as his breath hits your skin there. Suddenly, he drops on his knees looking up at you from the floor as you stare at him surprisingly.

He doesn't say anything, simply spreading your legs as you happily comply. You can't believe you feel an ounce of nervosity when you catch him staring at your heat. There's no doubt he sees your juices spread all over it, he could feel it when he started rubbing your clit. Somewhere back in your mind, you pat yourself for shaving this morning.

"Fuck, it's been a while since I've seen pussy." he breathes out, licking his lips as you stare with widened pupils.

"That's probably the best and only compliment you ever gave me." you muse, sitting further onto the desk as he looks up at you with a mischievous grin.

"Don't get used to it." he mutters, hands grabbing your thighs.

You don't dwell onto this too much, but his touch is more automatic. It feels nice but it's automatic and you can feel that there's no crazed and longed desire for each other. You're there to simply make each other feel good, you're aware that this won't repeat again. It's happening because of current circumstances.

"Wasn't planning to." you point out, gasping when he finally puts his mouth onto your clit.

One thing has to be said. Yoongi is freaking good at using his mouth, making you see stars as you finally feel something other than your own hand (which you've failed at) or the stupid sex toy Jungkook bought for you. It's good to feel someone else touching you. You feel his tongue lapping onto your clit and juices, tasting you. It doesn't take long for you to feel the burn between your legs and the pit of your stomach, your hands slightly nudging away Yoongi's face. It's too soon.

Yoongi looks at you, almost annoyed that you haven't allowed him to make you cum, though still glancing at you with curiosity.

"I want your fingers." you tell him, in a desperate need to feel stuffed. As much as his mouth is amazing, wondering when was the last time he's been eating out a pussy, you need to feel something inside of you. Even if it's not his dick, you've to feel at least his fingers. This way you can pleasure him too.

"Demanding stuff now, I see." he chuckles, but happily complies and stands up to his feet.

You see him licking his lips as he scoots closer to you, sucking onto your neck while you feel his fingers circling your hole. You gasp, not wanting to waste a time as you take his length into your hand and start pumping him. The first moment he enters you with his fingers is unbelievable, leaving you moaning as his dark hair rubs against your cheek, his lips busy kissing your neck. He stretches you good with his three fingers, pumping them fast as he feels you tightening around them.

"Fuck, no wonder your friend kept fucking you."

Perhaps in other situations you feel scandalized that he's bringing up Jungkook into this. Especially if your hand is wrapped around his dick and his fingers inside you. Shockingly, you're not. The thought of thinking about Jungkook in the middle of this makes you even tighter. If Yoongi notices, he doesn't call you out on it and sets an even quicker pace. You do the same thing, his pre-cum making your hand around him more comfortable as you keep jerking him off with faster pace.

Your and Yoongi's moans, along with the slick sounds coming from your heat and Yoongi's fingers, are the only sounds in Yejun's office. Oh fuck, hopefully he won't know about this. Would you get fired if he knew? Will Yoongi tell him? You shake off these thoughts, wanting to enjoy the pleasure while it lasts because you can feel the familiar burn. Chasing after your orgasm, your hand is focused on Yoongi's dick while the other one is gripping his shoulder for some support, while your hips buckle into his hand.

"Fuck, I'm coming."

Yoongi doesn't comment, already recognizing you tightening and loosening the pace of your hand as a sign over you close to the edge.

"Then come." he grunts at you, gently biting into your neck. Few more thrusts of his long and slick fingers, you're coming undone underneath them as you moan out low 'fuck'.

Yoongi slows down his pace and fucks you through your orgasm, his own hips shuttering as you're reminded of his hardened length. It pulsates, still wanting to chase his own end as you grip him harder and start jerking him off. You notice him looking down, not at your hand gripping his dick as you expect him. His eyes are focused on your heat, watching your juices and cum dripping down from your tight hole as his eyes darken. You smirk, spreading your legs wider to let him see.

"You like that?" you chuckle, getting a response in the form of a grunt.

"Fuck," he moans, his hips completely freezing as you quicken your pace knowing he's already there. "Fuck!" he groans, throwing his head back as he's cumming all over your stomach, the skin there hidden by your shirt.

His body almost falls on yours, your arms wrapping around his frame as he holds himself against the edge of the desk. "Fuck, sorry." he murmurs, clearing his throat as he straightens himself.

"What for?" you ask, letting your legs relax as a cold air hits you again.

"I ruined your shirt." he says, pointing at your shirt. You see as the fabric soaks some of his seed, still the very visible stain of his cum.

"I'm used to you guys ruining my clothes," you joke, shaking your head at him when you see him looking at you confusingly. You know what you mean, your little comment mainly amusing you as you stand up.

There's no point in going any further. You're both content with how this ended, the look in both eyes says it all as you give yourselves a nod.

"This won't be awkward between us, right?" you ask, just to be sure. Reaching for your jeans, Yoongi does the same thing as he tucks his soft length back into his boxers.

He hands you your panties, getting a casual 'thanks' from you. "Not if you make it awkward." he simply says, causing you to nod.

This is not the first time Yoongi has done something like this. He's pretty much casual about this whole thing, not looking affected by the fact he pleasured his annoying co-worker, you. You're not affected by it as you thought you'd be too. But still, you can't believe you just gave him a handjob while he ate you out and fingered you. It's better if you don't overthink this, you don't even want to.

"Okay, see you at work?" you ask, putting a hoodie over your shirt as you mentally cringe when you feel the wet fabric.

"Not to look like I'm clingy because I'm not," he starts, "But let's go in a cab together." Oh, right. He has drank so he can't drive. Even though he looks completely fine and it looks like the handjob completely has sobered him up, you both know he drank and it's not safe to risk it.

"Why?" You probably have an idea but you're genuinely curious.

"It's too late for you to go in a cab alone." he simply says, giving you a weird look that tells you 'what's the big deal?'.

Deciding it's fun to tease him, you grin at him as he stares at you dumbfoundedly. "Aw, one look at my pussy and you're worried?" you coo at him.

He doesn't look amused at all, glaring at you as he scoffs. "This is why I mainly stick to dicks." he mutters, already turning around and ready to leave.

"Yeah, because you're one of them." you say behind him, seeing him flicking you off while turned to you with his back.Your evil laugh resounds in the club while Yoongi makes sure everything is in its place and lights are turned off, while you call the two of you a cab. See? It is possible to sleep with someone and not catch any feelings, it can be strictly physical. You and Jungkook are proof of it. And now you and Yoongi are another proof of it. And you don't care what anyone else has to say about it.

[astralfuchs]

I hate the Piapro Super Pack

They all sound like NT. In this video by SukoyaCathedral on Twitter comparing Kaito SP with his V3, you can clearly hear how the voice sounds just as nasally as NT and all the transitions sound muffled and choppy. They all sound like they got a bad cold and are trying to sing anyway.

A Spectral Analysis of the Video above shows that "V3 has diagonal formants, that means real samples. SP just jumps from one vowel to another." - @The_Soda_Wave

Especially Luka and Meiko are just Miku NT 2 and 3. They do not retain their Sound at all, sounding just like Miku most of the time, especially in the highs. This makes both of them nothing more than some sort of "Append" for Miku NT/SP. Here is an example of Luka SP by Axxell from the SynthV Unofficial Discord:

Luka V2 -> Luka V4 Hard -> Luka SP

It makes sense that people very quickly made jokes like these:

Images by The_Soda_Wave on Twitter

The worst thing about this situation for me is that this wasn't a rushed product in any way. They had all the time in the world to make it, they could've postponed it before the announcement and after, but based on them having demos ready and everything, it was clearly planned to be released like this. Crypton doesn't usually just rush things out for the sake of it, seeing as there is still only Miku on NT with no release of the other Piaproloids in sight.

This makes it very clear to me that Crypton is happy with this result. They WANT them all to sound like NT, all muffled and choppy. Luka and Meiko sounding just like Miku with parameters changed is DELIBERATE. Which also leads me to suspect this will be how the voices are going to sound moving forward with every new release as well. What this means for Miku V6? We will have to see, but my hopes have already gone down the drain.

No one actually likes the Sound of NT, the only people who actively listen to it are Project Sekai players, and with the art style of the box art and all of them sounding closer to their NT counterparts, I can only assume this Super Pack is actually a Sekai Pack, marketed to that side of the fan base.

In Conclusion:

The Superpack is a budget alternative to the actual VBs with worse quality in all aspects, no English compatibility and the sound of NT (one of the least liked vocal synth programs) hiding beneath it, which also completely destroys the tone of 2/6 characters. Even SynthV Lite voices sound better and those are free.

The only people that would gain anything from this are fans of Miku, Rin, Len and Kaito or beginners that really want VOCALOID instead of the other cheaper available programs, that don't mind that they sound bad and just want a cheaper way to get them, even if that means they are not as good.

This is the sound that Crypton wants for their Vocal Synths moving forward. They want them to sound sick and like they're eating their own words while singing them.

Crypton really hates Luka and Meiko and just wants them to sound like Miku

[tojigasm]

House

Authors note: Here is the long-awaited Sam fic!! Funny thing, actually. I finished this last night only to open my computer and realize it hadn't even been saved, so I've spent this morning or so rewriting all of it, lolz. Anyways, I hope you lovelies enjoy!!

Warnings: nsfw 18+, smut, fem!reader, stepcest, sam is your stepdad, daddy kink, creampie, doggystle, kissing, anxiety

Synopsis:

Home is not the same afterward.

She doesn't notice Sam's more frequent absence as he spends more time in your room. And when you don't have college work to get done, the two of you are talking, making out, or fucking.

Your mother doesn't notice. Because if she did, what would you do.

The stone is hot beneath you – settling a baking ache into your skin that seeps up from your beach towel beneath you.

And the sounds of the rushing waves are heavy and soaked with foam that crawls up the sand as though it's coming to grab at you and pull you into the sea along with it.

You pop a bubble of gum from your glossed lips, swinging your feet behind you. You've finished the page of your book.

"Y/n," Sam's voice calls to you against the windy beach. "Look here."

He's set up a few feet away, and a digital camera stares back at you in his hands. The red recording light pulses above the lense.

You wave bashfully, fingers dancing as you wink to the camera from under your sunnies. "Hi, Sam's camera," you roll your eyes, turning back to your book.

Sam tugs at the string of your pink bikini top, "What's a pretty thing like you doin' out on the beach all alone?" His voice draws in a southern heat to it. He looks from side to side before settling down next to you, "hundereds of boys out here probably waitin' fr'their chance to steal y'away, huh?" He tips your chin, still recording you as you meet his baby blues.

A smirk pulls over your lips and you smile, teasing at the end of the string of your bathing suit top, "oh, nothin' just enjoyin' the view," you stifle a giggle through your southern accent.

Sam nods from behind the camera with a smile before stroking his hand over your jaw to behind your ear, thumb circling the soft of your cheek.

His thumb slips past your sticky lips, he lets you wrap the plush of them around his digit, and he sighs softly.

"You're a naughty girl," the light of the camera catches your eye, and you stare down the barrel of the lense before looking up at him, smirking. "What would your mother think?" The southern accent weans.

You pull away from his thumb with a 'pop', "What would your wife think?" You pull your sunnies up to rest on your head.

Sam gages you under a watchful eye of baby blue. Tongue poking at the inside of his cheek, he lifts the camera up again to look at you through the grainy lense.

Your lips perk under the scene, glossed and plush when you run your tongue along the soft of them again.

"Keep doing that, and you're gonna be in trouble, missy." Sam teases, his voice deep with warn.

You nod, "Oh, of course, daddy." There's a draw to your voice that Sam catches almost instantly. A draw of dangerous wean that suggests something that challenges him.

"Am I a bad girl, daddy?" You peer over your shoulder, "a bad, bad girl?"

Sam doesn't say anything. Rather, he watches you, smirk pulled in loftiness and eyes narrow for a moment before he stands and makes his way near the water.

—

The ride home is gentle and soft as music plays throughout the car.

Your legs are propped out the side window, and the sun blazes over your skin a glittery shine.

Sam keeps a hand on the wheel and the other past the button of your jean shorts, circling the pads of his fingers over your clit.

—

Sat in his lap, thin fabric of your bathing suit pressed into his hot bulge. Sam's hands slide up and down the soft of your back to squeeze at the plush of your ass.

You gasp playfully, arching your back some to press your hands up into your breasts with a soft moan.

Sam groans from beneath you, relaxing deeper into the leather of the couch and spreading his thick thighs.

"You're so pretty." Sam speaks earnestly, resting his head against the arch of the couch.

You bite at your bottom lip, scuffing your hands into his thick tufts of roan. "What would my mom think?" The question is far softer.

Sam chuckles, and you can feel his leg bounce up and down beneath you. His head rolls to the side lightly, "Let daddy take care of you, hmm?"

Rough hands scoop under the plush of your ass to lift you, gently moving you to rub against the hot bulge of his cock.

A sharp hiss passes through Sam's teeth, and he holds a hand at your waist as the other strokes up and down the length of him.

The fat swollen tip presses into your bathing suit, and you whine, followed by a teaching 'shh' from Sam.

"Christ, can already feel how wet you are."

"Please fuck me." Your brows drop into a pout "wanna feel good, daddy." and Sam nods, moving the thin material to the side with one hand before pushing his tip against your sopping folds.

"Deep breath fr'me, angel," Sam guides gently as you take the girth of him inch by inch. The ache pools in your thighs, stretch so delicious your knees ache.

Your head falls forward to his chest, and he takes on a protective role when you've taken the bulk of him. Completely filled with him, balls pressed up against your velvet folds.

Sam presses a kiss to your temple, "feel okay?" He asks, testing a soft thrust that makes you keen in want.

"Please," you sob, tucking your face into his shoulder.

The two of you go on like that for a while; taking from one another and all at the same time fliiing each other up in a suffocating hold that contracts and pulses.

Windows of the living room fog and both you and Sam's skin runs slick with heat.

"M'legs hurt." You mumble, and Sam nods.

"Okay, hon," he helps you off of him before standing and maneuvering you to sit on the slick seat of the couch.

You wiggle in an anticipation and Sam chuckles quietly, running his hand over the globes of your ass.

"Arch yr'back, sweetie," he stands behind you, pushing at the dip of your spine to which you follow, dropping your head to cushioned pillows and letting your knees support your cunt In the air. "There y'go."

His cock fills you so deliciously that you sob.

And it's all so overwhelming; your slick that trickles down the insides of your thighs, the 'pap, pap, pap' that echoes throughout the living room, the weight of him and the stretch of his girth against your gummy walls, and the vulgarity of it all.

"Fuckin' swear you were made fr'me," Sam groans and you cry.

Your cheek presses into the hot leather of the couch, and your nails dig into the rough seat.

Sam's hand trails down your arm to hold your own, grounding you as he gently circles his thumb over your hot skin.

"So deep," you mumble, "feels so good."

His hand slips to hold at your chin, pulling you up to rest your back against his chest.

The angle makes your breath hitch and your eyes screw shut as his cock stretches you open.

"Please," you cry.

And when you cum, your lashes fall to your cheeks and your walls squeeze around his girth.

"M'cumming, daddy, fuck" you sob and Sam soothes you, letting you fall back to the couch, laying himself atop you.

"You're okay," Sam whispers against your cheek, still pumping into you.

The overstimulation sends shivers through your thighs and toes, making you squeal under him.

Sam drops his chin to your shoulder, kissing up the soft of your neck and your chin. The bristles of his beard tickles against your soft cheeks.

"Oh fuck," Sam warns, swollen balls tapping your soaked folds. "Shit, daddy's gonna cum," he bites at the skin of your shoulder when he fills you.

The heat of him spills into you and trickles down the insides of your thighs and Sam gently places you to the couch before scooping his cum back into your swollen cunt.

Large hands run up and down the soft of your legs.

"You okay?" He asks after a moment.

You nod. Lashes closed to your cheeks.

He stands and sits beside you on the couch, pulling you into his lap, holding you to his chest as he rocks the two of you back and forth gently.

—

Home is not the same afterward.

Your mother doesn't return from her trip for a few days, and though she's none the wiser, you know eventually one of the two of you would slip.

She doesn't notice the Sam sitting on your side of the table, his hand soft on your thigh or your foot on his shoe.

She doesn't notice the small splintered pieces of leather from her favorite couch that are missing.

And she doesn't notice how excited you are when she tells you she's planning another girl's trip at the end of the upcoming month.

She doesn't notice Sam's more frequent absence as he spends more time in your room. And when you don't have college work to get done, the two of you are talking, making out, or fucking.

You tell yourself your mother doesn't notice as Sam pulls you into his lap against your headboard, kissing over your cheeks and nose and chin. The bristles of his beard tickles you again, and you giggle.

Your mother doesn't notice. Because if she did, what would you do.

[kenlvry]

you're the only sp writer i request from you're literally my fav 😢😢 but can i request stan kyle and kenny with a reader who gets jealous really easily??

reader who is easily jealous

an, HI OMG THIS IS SO SWEET ILY ANON ☹️☹️🫶🫶 18-19

kyle

okay kyle didn't know you were the type to get easily jealous, i mean he js thought you didn't really care and kinda let him roll with whoever he wants but thats probably because he hangs out with girls who are in the same cliques as you so,,

it was until you literally glared at the waitress who stared at him for one too many seconds he knew, you ended up having a bad mood throughout the whole meal and eyeing the waitress "baby r you okay?" "why? if im not are you going to leave me for that stupid waitress?" "WHAT NO???"

theres always two reasons why you're so quiet on a date, kyle was too friendly with a girl or a girl was too friendly with him. you ignore him roll your eyes at him and he's just begging you to give him an ounce of attention.

if a girl likes his story you literally stalk her, her mom, her brother, her father, her boss, her colleagues everything.

you continue to ignore that girl for weeks and roll your eyes at her whenever you see her around cz why u liking my mans story? keep your likes baby

he finds it so hot tbh like omg ur this obsessive with me?? 🤭 he gets turned on by this for sure.

even though he finds it attractive and it gets him all sweaty he needs to he careful because you weren't easy to persuade once your jealous fr. once he had to get down on his knees, crying out to you to please look at him. he loves you though and he'd do it again

a thud was heard from your window, then another, and another. it was annoying you so you open your curtains to see what was causing the noise, it was your boyfriend. you opened up your window sticking out half of your body out of the window, "kyle?" you yell, "please unblock me, i dont know why she follows and likes all my post i swear" he yells back. you smile to yourself at how desperate this man is "what if i dont want to?" you put your hands in the frame of the window smiling "um,, I haven't really thought about it" "oh bye then" "wait wait!" he called out and you turn back from walking away. "I'll uh.. I'll freeze myself!" your eyes upon widen at his dumb idea "what no you idiot" he takes off his jacket, gloves and hands then put it on the ground, he then kneels clasp his hands together "please?" "omg." you rub your temples together and rush down. kyle sighs thinking you left him, looking at the ground of shame because now the neighbors think he got another girl pregnant or something. the front door open and he flung his head to its direction, you walked out with your own coat wrapping it around him "you can beg all you want but there's a way to do it without hurting yourself" "anything to make you happy" "I'm not" he chuckles as you drag him inside "don't do that again" "hmm we'll see" "kyle brofloski!" he chuckles again at you while you bring him up to your room, he really loves you.

kenny

LOVES IT SO FUCKING MYCH 😝😝😝

its like he knows you love him because you'll isolate yourself just because a girl winked at him and won't see him until he begs for forgiveness even though it aint his fault

okay that kinda sounds like a redflag,, WTV WALK HIM LIKE A DOG IG 🤭

anyways, he doesn't hate it dont care if it interferes his life. even if he has to give up everything to make you talk to him he'll do it IM NOT JOKING

he does not care, he has to block all the girls he knows? okay! never talk to any of his girl friends? yea sure! breath only your air and not lay his eyes on a single woman except you only? anything you want babe ☺️

ALSO GETS HARD FOR THIS PLEASE. i js know he's turned on after you get visually jealous.

"please baby look at me" he pulls your arm for you to stop your tracks from going into your room "shut up, maybe you should go to that hoe who waved at you, why did she wink?? did you two used to have something??" you pull back your arm and go up the stairs with kenny following in suit. arriving infront of your bedroom kenny pulled your arm again and when you turned he immediately fall to his knees "please, i dont know her" he hold your palm with both hands, glossy eyed "i,, kenny" "please?" tilting his head to the side, he'll sit there for hours if he has to. "get up mccormick, im sorry i overreacted" he got up so quickly then hugged you, his head falling on your shoulder "loveyou" his breath on your shoulder, you smile "love you too"

stan

i think he has a love hate relationship with your jealousy, like on one hand he knows you love him and would literally kill anyone for him but on the other... its kinda tiring to beg to you

i mean he doesn't care going on his knees, and crawling all fours for you but at times he just can't deal with it yk??

but he mostly loves it obvi, the way your eyes stay focus on the girl that was 'hitting' on him or the way you sulk and won't tell him why even though its obvious it's bc your jealous, its all so cute to him. and he loves this side of your jealousy, just couples being couple

other times though.. you'd block gim everywhere and won't unblock him until the next day when you reflect on your stupid decisions. or when you ignore him at school or not even make eyecontact with him, he hates and loves it.

you had another quarrel with stan again, this fight was because he still comments '☺️' under Wendy's post of herself, it was valid true but you still thought you overreacted. sitting on your bed with your arms cross and tears almost falling down at the thought of Stan going back to wendy broke your heart. ding a notification popped up and you pick up your phone hoping it was stan despite you blocking him everywhere, it was your friend "um, whats up with stan?" she texted you "wdym" your eyebrows furrow together, you immediately unblock him on Instagram and to your surprise his profile picture was you, his stories had 8 pictures of you with cute songs behind it. he had posted 2 picture of you two on his feed one captioning "traveling the moon and back to find good internet to see if her blocking me was a mistake or im a mistake". his bio was now "tell her to unblock me ☹️". you smile at this and your cheeks turned a pink tint. you unblocked him on every platform and it seems he had changed his profile picture to you on every single one. "." "BABE YOU UNBLOCKED ME" "i mean yeah i have to especially since i have 5 people texting me about your profile" "just wanted to show my girlfriend love" "whatever" a knock was heard on your door, then a chat from stan "open up i brought food and wine" you smile and blush to yourself as your rush down to open the door. he was the sweetest

[shanastoryteller]

Happy Halloween!!! 🦇🦇🦇 Can you write something about Word of Honor? Otherwise anything of the identity porn will do

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13

Sizhui doesn't hear what's happened until nearly dinner. All he knows is that his father is furious and Lady Xuanyu has shut herself away in the library with stern orders for no one to disturb her. Their marriage has seemed amicable enough so far, considering they're strangers under an arranged marriage, so he doesn't understand what could have happed.

It's Jingyi who finds out the truth, probably by breaking several rules against gossip and enticing others into uncouth behavior.

"Jumped off a cliff?" he repeats incredulously. "That can't be right. She wouldn't do that."

Lady Xuanyu is bright and warm and affectionate and she always has a smile for him and time to listen about his day, pushing her scrolls away to tug him to her side so she can give him her undivided attention. She keeps pressing sweet buns into his hand, telling him to share with his friends and only winking at him when he asks where they came from.

Jingyi shrugs, although he seems equally dubious. "Your father went after her and caught her as she fell. Now they're fighting, I guess."

He won't disobey his step mother's orders. But he does kneel outside of the library to wait.

Dinner time comes. He does not leave.

It's approaching curfew when his uncle comes down the path and pauses next to him. "I heard you were here. What are you doing, Sizhui?"

"Lady Xuanyu ordered everyone away," he says, keeping his eyes on the door. She has to open them eventually. "I'm waiting for her."

"I'll get her," Lan Xichen says, moving towards the library.

Sizhui grabs onto his sleeve. "Don't. Don't rush her. It's fine. I don't mind waiting."

"Sizhui," he says, pained.

He shakes his head. "It's fine. You were all so worried she'd be cruel to me, but she hasn't been. If she'd ordered me to kneel in the courtyard every day just because she didn't like me, then we would have all thought I was getting off lightly. I don't mind waiting until she's ready to leave."

His uncle sighs. "It's been a long time since I've done this."

Sizhui doesn't know what he means, but Lan Xichen just sighs and stands slightly behind him, hands clasped behind his back. "Uncle! What are you doing?"

"Waiting with you," he says.

"You can't do that," he insists, "you're our sect leader, it's not proper!"

"I am also your uncle," he says gently, "if you're here, then I'm here."

Sizhui sputters, trying to come up with some sort of argument that will get his uncle on his way when the doors are shoved open and Lady Xuanyu tumbles out, grumbling, "-texts that haven't been updated in - what on earth are you two doing?"

Her hair is in a sloppy bun atop her head, strands hanging down, and she's holding her spotless pale blue over robe in her arms while her gold Jin robe is covered in ink marks.

"Sizhui has been waiting for you," Lan Xichen says. "He missed dinner."

Lady Xuanyu frowns and Sizhui blurts out, "Are you okay?"

"Am I okay?" she repeats, eyebrows pushed together. "Of course I am, what are you - you've been her since before dinner? Growing boys need to eat! Let's find you something. I'm a terrible cook unless you like sp-spoiled food, so hopefully some of the cooks are still up."

Lady Xuanyu grips his forearm and pulls him to his feet with strength it doesn't look like she should have. She stars brushing off his robe, still scolding him for not eating properly, and he lunges forward before he loses his nerve.

He wraps his arms around her waist and presses his forehead into her shoulder.

Her voice cuts off and after a stunned moment she returns the hug, squeezing him hard enough that it's almost like she's resettling him into his own skin. "Sizhui? Are you okay? Was someone mean to you? Tell me who it was, I'll beat them up."

He laughs but it comes out kind of choked. "I'm really glad you're here. Don't be too mad at my father. Please."

Not mad enough to throw herself from a cliff, at least.

She's the only mother he's ever had.

She's not that much older than him, far too young to have had him herself, but she acts like his mother, has treated him like he's always seen all his friends' mothers treat them growing up.

"Oh, Sizhui," she says softly. "Don't worry about me and your father. My relationship with him has nothing to do with my relationship with you, okay? You don't have to worry about that."

"Okay," he says, although he is very much going to worry about it now. He hadn't before, and she'd jumped off a cliff.

"Now let's get you some dinner," she says, stepping back but keeping an arm around his shoulders. "Are you coming, Lan Xichen?"

"No," his uncle says, seeming extremely satisfied for no reason that Sizhui can think of, "You two have a good night."

Lady Xuanyu gives his uncle a suspicious look, but nods and guides them towards the kitchens.

[heartfullofleeches]

How you meet them outside the Cafe

A series of shorts of you meeting the yan hybrids from my owner cafe series outside of the shop

Clyde/Spot [Rabbit Boy]

"Delivery for... Master?"

The word dies in the delivery boy's throat as the front door opens. You stand in the hall of your appartment, groggy from being woken up on your day off. Your barely conscious mind struggles to find the connection between the familiar face at first. Clyde choses to feign innocence as the pieces finally click; nearly dropping the package in hand as your lips form to his name.

"Sp-" You pause. "Clyde?"

He keeps his disappointment at bay with a shy smile. "Y-yea.. it's me. I thought the name on the order was familiar, but I didn't think it would really be you."

You prop against the doorframe, joining him in jollity as more memories cross your mind. "Oh, right- I remember you saying you did delivery work once."

Clyde wishes he could hide completely behind the box's small frame. He was prone to being bashful, but standing here, seeing you in your casual, comfortable environment was too much. If he tinted his head far enough, he could even see into your living room.

He scratches behind his ear to hide its tick. "Yea, I do bigger stuff on weekends, but on weekends I do food service if I need the extra cash. Um, this was from the bakery about a block over. I think it's a cake - not that I saw being noisy.

You take the box as he hands it over. Bit strange considering you didn't order anything, but free is free. Must be from a coworker. "'Sweet! Thank you so much for delivering this to me, Clyde. I'll be sure to thank you properly the next time you stop by the store."

He blushes. "It was my pleasure."

"Well, see you later!"

"S-see you soon, master." The word sits on his tongue as you shut the door, tainting it with the weight of his crime. Clyde slumps against your door. He's terrible - a horrible pet for lying to you like that; but it was the easiest way to confirm your location with looking directly through your window. He prays the bear along with the dessert will provide you with comfort at night - and that you don't squeeze it too hard.

Pauline/Belle [Cowwoman]

"We're here!"

You wake with a jolt as a large hand crashes around your shoulder. The woman to your left chuckles at your fright, offering you a hand to help you out of her truck. Leaning in to take it, she scoops you up by your arms and pulls you out herself. The bright sunlight warms your skin; cattle roaming freely in the distance.

"A beaut, ain't she?"

You nod in agreement as you look around her farm. As the head chef who quit a few months into your few year, Pauline often huffed about how she'd get this place fixed up and never look back when she was upset. Eventually that day would come, but there was one thing she couldn't leave behind.

Pauline sighs. "Yup, she's gorgeous, but nowhere near a knockout like you." She clears her throat as she glances your way. "Uh- anyway. Thanks for stopping by, Y/n. It gets real lonely round here without ya... And other folks, of course.

Saber [Catboy]

"Get the fuck out before they get here!"

A sharp hiss comes from behind a makeup room door, followed by a body shoved from its space. The figure in the doorframe sweeps the dust off their shirt and goes to sit back down; rushing to fix their hair and makeup as they spot you through the mirror.

"Y/n - Hello! What a wonderful surprise." The feline purrs, twisting in his chair to face you. His eyeshadow is uneven due to him booting his entire team before you came, but he still smiles at you like there wasn't a care in the world.

"Afternoon, Saber." You walk up to the table and set the bags you brought on it. His stomach grows as the scent of the food wafts through the air, but he plays it and his embarrassment off with a stretch.

Saber leans against the back of his chair. "Ah, I'm so glad the cafe started doing deliveries. With how many shoots there's been lately, I haven't had an hour to myself - or my needs."

The greedy cat strikes his claws up to the string of your apron, but you don't seem to notice as you pull the containers from the bag.

"I know. Management is still discussing renting us outside the cafe, but for now it's just the food." You turn and pat his head. "Sorry, kitty. I have other orders to take care of."

The calm in Saber's gaze turns frantic as he grabs onto your sleeve. "Wait! Before you go - feed me the first bite?"

Shanna/Bo [Sheep Girl]

After a long week of work, a small group of friends decided to take you out for the night to let off some steam. Standing in line for some club, the last thing you expect to see was a familiar face and a more recognizable pair of horns.

"Name?"

"Shanna?"

"That's not on the list... huh?" Trailing off, the slightly irritated look on the woman's face turns to shock and bashful. "Y-y/n?! What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing."

"My dad has me outside some nights for extra cash. Gosh - this is so embarrassing... D-do you wanna come in? Normally you'd need a reservation, but I can get you in no problem. I'll pay for whatever you want too."

"Shane! We need your help!"

Shanna flinches at the booming voice from within the bar. "Coming!" She looks back at you; the stress of whatever bothered her melting as she gazes into your eyes. She stammers. "Ah- I'll be right back. Please don't tell anyone I work here... or leave."

Prince [Hyena Boy]

Stepping off your final bus, you instinctively groan at the noise from the adjacent street. Your apartment was housed right across the street from a local college. Not quite upperclass, but definitely a name that was other here. Things normally weren't that loud, but with the end of the semester came chaos. You really needed to look for a new place to live.

"Boss? That you?"

You pay no mind to the person waving their arms in your direction - till they're running your way through busy traffic.

"Boss!"

As you finally turn to look, you're tackled by a body with the physique of an athlete; kept from falling by his swift movements as he twists on his heels and hugs you to his chest. You're damn near ready to toss him back into the streets when he starts to kiss all over your face, until his dog tags start to smack you in the chin.

"Ashur?"

The hyena whines as he lets you go. "Ah, man, don't call me that. Prince is way cooler - since it's the name ya gave me and all."

You look him up and down. He's wearing the colors of that school; and has a broken nose. "What are you doing here?"

Prince grins. "To fucking party, obviously! That and I got kicked outta my last school. Some bitch was dissing my collar and therefore you since your name's on it, so I had to beat his ass."

He points to his nose. "Trust me when I say this is nothin compared to him."

"Your collar has what now?"

Prince rubs his shoulders. "So what's going on? You live there?"

You nod as his gestures towards the building behind you. "Yeah. Been here for a couple years."

"Sweet! Let's head in! Maybe I'll look in to living here too!"

Prince follows behind you as you head up to your floor. He feels a little bad for lying to the fraternities that came to him in greeting - but he didn't come here for them.

Wisteria [Floral Monster]

"Hello, my dears. Have you missed me much?"

Visiting a museum on your day off, you're alerted to a familiar voice as you head out to the garden. A frequent ccustomerm and acquaintance of yours stands by a few rose bushes. With a wave of her hand, the drooping petals ripen to full glory.

"Wisteria?"

A new collection of flower buds spread across the entire field, and the woman's crown as she looks at you. The petals of the large rose in place of her upper face bleed from pure white to pink.

"Y/n? Is that you, darling? What a lovely surpise."

You join her side. "What are you up to?"

"Tending to my little sprouts. I was in charge of designing this garden when the museum was first built."

"Wasn't it built in the early 1900's?"

"They are like my children." Wisteria continues. "I've worked on countless projects, but they are the ones I find myself drawn to the most. I am happy you've finally met."

You wave at the flowers for some reason. Wisteria muffles a laugh.

"I don't mean to sound rude, but could you leave us for a while? I'd like to be alone with them a little while long."

"Oh - sure."

The second you're out of sight, the newly formered blossoms bloom. Wisteria plucks one, bringing it to their face.

"Yes, my loves. They are the one I've been speaking of. What do you think?"

Scout/Bear [Wolfman]

"Come on, little guy. Outta the cage."

Bus broken down on the road, you glance out the window only to find someone you'd seen countless times before. After hounding the bus driver to let you off, you sneak up on the man till your suspensions where confirmed.

"Scout?"

The cigarette held in his teeth falls from his lips from the fright. He stamps it out; aiming to avoid further scaring the racoon in the cagehe held. He hushes the creature as it chitters, setting the cage on the floor and waiting for it to scamper off before facing you. He takes off his coat and tosses in the the boot of his truck so the smell of ash won't reach you; looking down at you like he was in the middle of a dream he didn't want to wake from.

"Y/n. Thought my ears were playing a trick on me. What are you doing out here? It isn't safe to be out on your own."

You point at the bus. " Broke down. What were you doing?"

"Family called out a rodent infestation. It was just their son letting some poor raccoon into their home and feeding it chips. Wanted me to kill him, but they didn't care what I did long as it was gone."

"Oh.. That's sweet of you."

Bear leans against the bumper of his car; hiding the wag of his tail against its metal. He looks at you expectantly, before glancing away; hoping you'll ask for help first. It'll ease his conscious when he finally gets you on board; and remind him that eventually he'll have to begrudgingly let you leave.

"So.." He begins. "Need a ride?'

[yuurikatsukienthusiast]

Let's talk about episode 11

I have SO many feelings about this episode for so many different reasons. So much happens, and it's hard to encompass everything into words, but I'll be damned if I don't try.

Starting off strong, let's talk about Yuuri's short program and the score he received on it.

I may have been the only one to notice this, but Yuuri's short program at the GPF in Barcelona was not given the usual amount of attention that it was at previous competitions. In regards to both animation and the commentary we usually get during the performances. A lot of it seemed rushed, almost like there was not as much time spent on it. Most of the focus was on Yuuri's second attempted quad flip, which he touched down for.

Yuuri received a score of 97.83 on this performance.

Now, I'm not a genius at figure skating. I only know what I know from Yuri on Ice, but doesn't the inclusion of a quad flip, especially in the second half of the program, boost the score?

Not to mention that Yuuri, as far as we know, skated a very clean program with very few to no mistakes other than when he touched down on the quad flip (which, as mentioned before, already boosts his score for even being included at all). When there are mistakes in a performance, they're typically addressed, and they're mentioned by the commentators or the performers inner monologue.

But there was no indication of anything actually being wrong with Yuuri's short program.

If anything, Oda and Morooka were all but singing Yuuri's praise during his performance, and seemed almost surprised to see that Yuuri hadn't scored higher.

So let's back track for a moment.

Yuuri skated a clean program.

There were no mistakes mentioned in any of the commentary made throughout his performance.

He added a freaking quad flip into the second half of the program, despite touching down.

When taking all of this into consideration, Yuuri's score makes absolutely no sense.

Previously, at other competitions, Yuuri's short program had received a personal best of 106, and that was without the quad flip. He had been consistently beating his PB every time he skated On Love: Eros. So for his score to jump so far backwards after skating a nearly perfect performance makes absolutely no sense.

They completely underscored him.

And I understand why they did it, but that doesn't mean I can't be pissed about it. Especially because of the way they underscored him.

They underscored Yuuri's short program to give Yurio the chance to break Victor's world record. And then they tried to make up for it by having Yuuri break Victor's world record during his free skate, only for him to lose because of how high Yurio's SP score was.

If Yuuri had scored just half a point higher on his SP, he would've won.

Now, I am very aware of why Yurio was the one who won. And I'm glad he did.

(well...sort of. Maybe I'd feel better about it if we had actually gotten a season 2...)

But if they were going to have Yuuri lose, they could've at least made it make sense as to why he lost. They could've easily had Yuuri make a few more mistakes because of his nerves, or even addressed the fact that he got screwed over, and it would've made much more sense. But leaving it completely unacknowledged makes it seem like he was underscored without any good reason.

I really hope I'm making sense here, because if I'm not, I'll cry.

Anyway, I digress. Moving on!

Now, let's address the events that followed Yuuri's SP score. More specifically, Victor's behavior for the rest of the night.

This has been a detail about the show that has bothered me since my first watch through. Let me explain.

After Yuuri's short program, when they receive his score at the kiss and cry, Victor asks himself what Yuuri needs from him, and wonders what he can do for him right then and there. It's a sweet moment of Victor being the concerned fiance we all know and love. It's obvious here that hes grown from his mistakes at the Cup of China, and has learned to be more mindful of Yuuri's emotions.

However, given this context, Victor's behavior throughout the rest of the performances completely backtracks all of that progress.

We all know that Victor isn't the most emotionally intelligent. He can be pretty tone deaf when it comes to emotions, and he tends to be a bit insensitive. But when he and Yuuri have their moment together in the parking garage at the Cup of China, he quickly learns that in order to truly be there for Yuuri, he has to learn how to support him through his anxiety, even if it means dealing with the discomfort that may come with seeing his lover so distraught.

Since then, Victor had done everything in his power to make sure he was supporting Yuuri as much as possible. An example of this is in episode 10, when it's shown to us that Victor has truly started understanding what Yuuri needs from him when he's dealing with anxiety by inner monologuing about watching over him.

And as mentioned before, he has a similar moment to this at the kiss and cry after Yuuri's gpf sp performance. This, again, being a major show of progress when it comes to Victor's character development.

But as mentioned before (again...), as soon as that progress is made, it's immediately reversed again just minutes later.

When Yurio kicks them out of the kiss and cry and takes the ice, there's a brief moment of tension between Victor and Yuuri when they find each other again after being separated for a brief period of time between performances.

Victor is shown intensely watching Yurio skate from a balcony (?) up in the stands. When Yuuri walks up the stairs and calls out to him, he freezes upon seeing Victor's expression.

This is a tense moment for a reason, and it holds a lot more weight to it than a lot of the fandom acknowledges.

This brief, but almost intimidating interaction between the two is over within seconds, but it sends Yuuri into a silent spiral of anxiety.

After Yuuri makes his presence known to Victor, and Victor urges them to find some seats to watch the rest of the programs, it's now Chris's time to take the ice.

The commentators mention Victor and Chris's friendly rivalry, and question how Victor must be feeling to watch Chris from the stands as a coach rather than a competitor. This sparks Yuuri's concern once more.

He begins to connect Victor's behavior from before, when he caught him watching Yurio skate, and right then, as he watches Chris skate. Whatever connection he silently drew between the two moments only seemed to cause him more stress.

So as Yuuri is silently spiraling next to him due to being outscored by both Chris and Otabek, Victor is completely ignoring him in favor of rubbing salt into the wound further by encouraging the other skaters more than his own.

It is obvious that Victor's complete lack of awareness of Yuuri's growing anxiety in these moments is having a significant negative impact on Yuuri's self confidence.

There is a clear conclusion we can draw here based on these interactions.

Seeing Victor react the way he did to Yurio's, Chris's, and Otabek's performances, led him to believe that Victor was disappointed in him and his score.

And while we know this isn't true, what other conclusion could Yuuri have come up with?

And it is probably because of this that Yuuri decided to bring up his retirement to Victor that night. He probably assumed that because of Victor's supposed disappointment, and his obvious longing to be back out on the ice himself, that he'd want to quit anyway.

At least, that's how I personally interpreted these moments. But regardless of how they're interpreted, there's a much bigger message behind them that's much less ambiguous.

And that message is that Victor still has a lot of work to do with his emotional and self awareness issues.

I love Victor to death, but he's not flawless. And episode 11 is a perfect example of that. He loves Yuuri so much, and he would never do anything to intentionally hurt him or tear him down. But he lacks self awareness, and it often leads to his true intentions being misinterpreted.

There's a lot more to say about what Victor's obviously unfinished character development says about what the plans for the show were, and how they connect and contrast the plans for Yuuri's character, but I'll save that for a different post.

All in all, this episode was incredibly frustrating to watch

Between Yuuri being underscored on his short program, and Victor being Victor, it was hard for me to not talk about it.

And let me know if you agree or disagree with any of this. I'm genuinely curious to know what other's thoughts and feelings on this episode were. Because I know that there's still much more about this episode that I could ramble about.

[mj-iza-writer]

Sp Special Containment Part 17

If you are new to the story or just need a reminder, please use the hashtag SP Special Containment. -MJ

Contains character throwing up.

Cass saw Caretaker answer a text as he walked back to to the group. Caretaker then rushed to Whumpee's monitor room. Cass quickly followed.

"What's happening?", Cass heard Caretaker ask worriedly as they both came in.

"Whumpee just threw up. They scrambled to the side of their bed, and it came spilling out. I don't think they would have made it any farther", a guard was zooming the camera in to get closer to Whumpee, "after that, they went into the fetal position."

Caretaker quickly got onto the radio.

"They won't talk", a guard watched, "we've tried."

"Whumpee what's going on?", Caretaker watched the camera, "can I come in."

"My stomach has been making strange noises for a little while, I don't think it liked breakfast", Whumpee groaned, "I don't think you want to come in here. Whatever came up smells horrible."

"I'll be in in a second", Caretaker replied, "don't worry about us."

"Call the doctor and have them come up to check on Whumpee. This may be possible food poisoning, but I'm not sure", Caretaker turned to Cass, "I guess you get some action today after all. Grab some gloves."

Cass followed Caretaker to the door and listened for the buzzer.

The moment they stepped in the stench almost knocked them down.

"Mmmmmm", Cass gagged.

"Don't be like that. If you can't handle the smell get out", Caretaker frowned, then turned their attention to Whumpee.

"More's coming", Whumpee hurried to cover their mouth.

Cass grabbed the waste basket and handed it to Caretaker, who then held it under Whumpee.

Whumpee groaned after they were done.

"That is not pleasant", Whumpee moaned.

The buzzer went off, and the door opened.

"Few", the doctor waved the air away from them, "that is not a good smell. I think you were right on food poisoning", they eyed the shaking Whumpee.

"We're aware", Caretaker grunted in annoyance.

"I need the guards to open a vent. This room is going to turn into a gas chamber with these fumes", the doctor started to walk to Whumpee.

They heard the vents open and the air turn on.

"You", they handed a vile to Cass, "collect a sample of the throw up and run it to the lab, let's see if anything can be found", the doctor set a few things down on the table, "what happened?"

"Whumpee had breakfast this morning like normal", Caretaker thought back, "we did a sponge bath. A few things happened, such as laundry and an issue with one of the other weapons. I was coming back when I got the text they had thrown up. Buy the time I got in here they were ready to throw up again."

"Did you just start feeling sick?", the doctor turned to Whumpee.

"It's been bubbling for a while and making noise", Whumpee frowned, "I laid down after breakfast, then I decided to cuddle with my stuffie. I think it really started after talking to Jaimie."

The doctor frowned when they saw the puke on the floor. They pulled out some shoe covers and put them on to protect their shoes.

They sat on the bed and checked Whumpee's vitals.

"Do you feel like you can at least drink water, you need to stay hydrated", the Doctor watched Whumpee's slow movements.

"I feel like I want to throw up again", Whumpee frowned.

Caretaker handed the waste basket to the doctor and watched as Whumpee threw up again.

"I need to get Whumpee down to the medical wing. Definitely something is going on, and I don't have what I need to help them here", the doctor frowned.

Caretaker went and grabbed the wheel chair and got Whumpee strapped in.

They rushed through the halls, trying to get Whumpee to med as soon as possible.

"What's happening?", someone yelled, "Caretaker what's happening?"

Caretaker turned to see Aramais stretching against the straps of his chair.

"I don't have time to stop", Caretaker yelled back, "I can't leave Whumpee."

"Aramais it's okay", Andy hurried to his side, "they're with the doctor. They know what to do."

"Put me back in my room and go find out what's happening with Whumpee", Aramais shook and continued to strain against the straps, "please. They looked like they were dying."

"Okay", Andy nodded, "let's go."

Aramais was too nervous to sit down. They paced around their table several times before the buzzer went off.

They turned quickly to see Andy come in.

"Sorry that took so long", Andy sighed, "I had to wait for Caretaker to update me, I wasn't allowed to go into the room with Whumpee. I was helping Cass clean Whumpee's room. It smelt really bad."

"Wh-what happened?", Aramais frowned, "you couldn't have told me first."

"They think Whumpee has food poisoning. Something from their breakfast may not have been right or their body just didn't like something from it. They are running tests", Andy sat down, "they started feeling sick after Jaimie got out."

Aramais was finally calmed enough to sit, but their leg bounced up and down nervously.

"It smelt horrible. I went in and heard Cass gag... I knew I had to help them", Andy smiled weakly, "it was disgusting."

"Will they be okay?", Aramais looked up, "I didn't enjoy the sight of Whumpee being rushed past and a doctor following. I felt helpless, and I wanted to go with them."

"They will be okay, unfortunately it has to go through their system. The doctor has them on fluids and the nurses are taking care of them", Andy nodded, "it should only be a few days for it to pass."

The buzzer went off again and Caretaker walked in.

"Hey I am so sorry for leaving you like that, I didn't want to stop moving though", Caretaker frowned while looking at Aramais, "that probably scared you a lot seeing us rush by."

"Whumpee looked like they were dying", Aramais frowned as Caretaker took the seat Andy was offering.

"I am getting too old for this much excitement", Caretaker sighed in relief, "I hope you don't mind if I sit."

"It's fine", Aramais nodded, "is Whumpee okay?"

"They're fine, the nurse is taking care of them, and one of their guards is on duty", Caretaker grinned, "I appreciate you and Cass cleaning that puke up. I don't know what came up, but it wreaked."

"I was walking by when I heard Cass gag, I figured they could use a hand", Andy laughed.

"They walked in and gagged to", Caretaker chuckled, "I think they went to check on Mitch. I'm just waiting for that IV to go through Whumpee to get their fluids up. The doctor is going to see how they look after that, and hopefully the labs will be back."

"Have you talked to the Director?", Aramais frowned.

"No, there was a problem they had to attend to in a different part of the facility, I'll update him later", Caretaker looked at an empty cup, "how was the milkshake?"

"Really good", Aramais and Andy said in unison.

Caretaker went to help Cass take care of Mitch for a while, before they received a text.

"The results are inconclusive for food poisoning, but there are a few tests that need to finish up", Caretaker read out loud while in Mitch's monitor room.

Another text came through.

"Whumpee is requesting me", Caretaker looked up at Cass, "will you be okay finishing this up?"

"Yes absolutely, go help Whumpee", Cass smiled, "I'll come find you when I'm done."

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[9haharharley1]

I can't remember if I asked this, but what do you think would cause Danny to call his safeword? ((And don't worry, I'm not rushing you on the fanfic ask I gave you on Danny calling the safeword, lol) Same with Jack with Pitch. I feel like both REALLY need a good reason to call the safeword or they would just be having an off day. Same ask with the Dom's! Genuinely, I feel like the Dom's calling the safeword isn't talked about enough cuz they do call the safeword and it's shamed more than the Sub's tbh

I do think I answered this once, but I don't mind sharing again!

Danny - I think he would safeword when he realizes it's not what he wants just then. I headcanon that Vlad has made a bunch of personal anti-ghost toys and restraints for them to use, so they have to rely on clear communication and actions in the midst of a scene. They have codes for green, yellow, and red, certain phrases they'll ask to check on their partner and make sure they're not falling too deep into their respective rolls. For Danny, pain isn't gonna turn him off, but there is a level of uncomfortableness that will clue him in that he's not having fun. Sometimes, it can be the way Vlad's acting, if he's being deliberately malicious to Danny and making him actually afraid of the moment that will take him out of the scene and make him safeword. There's also days when he can't get out of his own head long enough to slip into his role and he'll safeword before a scene even starts and they'll do something else, be it snuggling or just spending time together.

Vlad - He was very wary of exploring the more dangerous aspects of their kinks in the beginning and would safeword many times before they'd even begin, so afraid to hurt Danny that he was almost completely unwilling to do so at all. It took a lot of time and reassurance before Danny could get him to sp much as use a crop on him, but when Vlad realized Danny liked it, he stopped safewording so much. Now, he deliberately checks during their more risky scenarios (ala Static and him constantly trying to get Danny to apologize), and he safewords when he notices Danny is visually uncomfortable or he's not getting the reactions he's used to getting when they play. He's almost always up for anything when Danny is.

Jack - Jack is still learning his limits and what he's willing to put up with, and as such, he doesn't know when to safeword and often forgets that he can. That being said, he's so starved for touch and attention that he's down for just about anything Pitch wants to do with him and vice versa, and it's not until after the fact that he's gonna decide whether or not he liked it. Unless he can't keep it up during a scene, he's along for whatever ride Pitch takes him on.

Pitch - He's not likely to safeword at all for any reason unless Jack isn't into it or is outright uncomfortable and downright afraid. His pleasure is tied entirely to Jack and his fear, and he's not stopping unless Jack gives him a reason to, but he will check throughout the scene that Jack is OK and he's still enjoying himself, and he'll pause to let Jack catch his breath and reorient himself if needed.

[elfdragon12]

Come Together

A short story of the Astro Squad with my human OC, Ettie. Some backstory building and some practice writing their interpersonal dynamics.

Inspired by the "team" prompt from @cybertronia-obscura.

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In the far off year of 2004...

If he was honest with himself, Missile Master wasn't sure on how grateful he was that the medic that Ultra Magnus had chosen to assign to his squad was a human. As he and 3 other members of his squad were classed as minibots and only two standard sized bots, the smaller dexterous human hands were more beneficial than other bot medics. However, humans were notorious for following their own rules and those little fuel pumps in their chests called "hearts".

At least this little human seemed to be keeping with his pace at the moment as they walked through the halls of Autobot City. He was only twice her height, so she wouldn't have had to run as if he were the Prime's height.

"This way," he said as he turned to the right. "The rest of the team is waiting in room AA125 to meet you."

"Yes, sir," she replied. Her voice sounded on the lower side for human females. Good that she could respond to a commanding officer right.

Soon enough, they reached the meeting room.

His team had been relaxing in their various ways when the two entered. Barrage had once again convinced Blast Master to a game of reflex with a ball; Missile Master was pretty sure it was called a "basketball". Heave was sitting at one of the computers hooked up to Metroplex's systems. Phaser was going through their projected ship manifest on a data pad. Moonrock was gazing out a window.

"Attention!" Missile Master called out. "Time to meet the new member of the team!"

Blast Master got pelted in the helm with the ball in his rush to turn around, but the others turned without incident. The ball pinged off his helm harmlessly before bouncing around the ground.

"Team, this will be our new medic, Loretta Caruso. Ultra Magnus thought we might benefit from a human medic on our upcoming expedition."

"Oh!" Phaser turned down to the manifest before back to the human. "This would explain why I was forwarded a human supply list! I was about to send a comm to Hoist about a mistake."

The leader nodded. "Correct. Medic Caruso, this would be my second in commander, Phaser. He is completely reliable and, anything you need, he has probably already has it on the list. Before we leave, I suggest the two of you go through the manifest to double-check as we will be away from Earth for quite some time." He gestured to the other standard-sized bot who waved enthusiastically. "That is his partner, Blast Master. While we travel through space, these two will be our ship and, thus, only available through communication." He looked back to their new medic. His optics narrowed behind his visor. "How much has our squad been explained to you?"

The human blinked up at him. "Oh! Some basic stuff. You're a team dedicated to deep space travel, mapping out new areas and general exploration," she said, "First Aid did explain that you guys were a team of two bot combiners? And he tutored me on the special treatments combiners tend to need."

"Good. We don't need as strict maintenance as he and the other Protectobots might, but we do require more care than single bots do. As I said, Phaser and Blast Master are partners."

"We are the only two who are same size and all!" Blast Master interrupted, a big grin on his face.

"Yes. Do not interrupt me," Missile Master corrected. "My own partner is Moonrock." This received a wave from said bot. "Barrage and Heave are the final pair. Barrage is our combat specialist while Heave handles our intergalactic communications." Barrage gave a short nod as Heave sat up to attention.

The little human nodded, her hair bun giving a little bounce. "Got it! So, as he said, my name is Loretta, but you can call me Ettie since we've going to be together for a while! I went through training here in Autobot City. I did classes with Sparkplug Witwicky and Raoul Delgado Herrara and then advanced classes with First Aid, Hoist, and Ratchet! I'll be able to take care of you without a problem!"

"Hello, Ettie," Heave said. Even with the face plate, his smile was audible. He always seemed to be more put-out than the others that the squad didn't get to spend as much time on Earth as other bots. Getting to work alongside a human was likely an excellent runner-up for him. "I'm sure we have lots of questions for each other."

"Speaking of," the human's voice trailed for a moment, "mind if I ask about the combining thing? From what I've been able to tell, some combiners seem like they've always been together while others act like that was something they chose later. What is it with you guys?"

Heave nodded. "Barrage and I have been together for only a short time, at least when it comes to us. You humans would think we've been together for ages! Phaser and Blast Master have been together the longest." He paused just long enough for the two to confirm. "I'm from the Burthov city-state, doing most of my studies there, and went to the Altihex research facilities later on. That's where I met Phaser and Blast Master. I didn't meet Barrage until after we started our first expedition together. I originally transformed into an individual rover vehicle."

"Full shuttle class bots are not as common as we'd like," Phaser explained, "so I volunteered for a combination program. We were partnered by the program director. It was thought that our personalities would balance each other's out."

"If it wasn't for me, Phaser would spend so long double-checking things, he'd never get off the ground!"

The flattening of Phaser's optics were enough to tell how he felt about that description. "And, if it weren't for me, Blast Master would have rushed off into space somewhere and gotten hopelessly lost."

Medic Loretta Caruso laughed. It was a nice sound. She looked back to Heave. "So how did you and Barrage meet?"

"I," Barrage finally spoke up, "got separated from my original crew. There was a planetary evacuation order--there was some sort of civil war and the captain didn't feel authorized to get involved--and I was too busy helping out some innocent civilians and missed the launch."

"Either way," Heave continued, "we picked him up when we came across the planet ourselves. We couldn't leave a comrade behind, after all. As for how we became partners, ah, well-"

Leaning forward, Barrage grinned. "Turns out he's something of a trouble magnet, so I decided to stick with him. Get him out of the trouble he gets into."

Heave mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like "now it's worse".

However, Missile Master had no time to get into that when their little medic looked up to him with interesting brown color humans have. "So what about you and Moonrock," she asked, "I've barely met you and I can tell you're pretty different."

Moonrock, in an unusual show of forwardness, gave a low chuckle. "While we were studying in Altihex, I would allow him to lead on all our shared projects and I've been his favorite partner ever since," he said.

Missile Master's face plate warmed up. "Our dynamic is beneficial to both of us," he said to rephrase the unflattering explanation. "As our expeditions tend to take us into deep space where we rarely have access to timely back-up, we agreed to undergo the reformatting process to combine into a larger and more powerful vehicle." He cleared his vocals and turned to look down. "Any further questions or shall we get to our final preparations underway?"

"Seems like we've got plenty more time to know each other on the way, so let's get this show on the road!"

"We'll be in deep space, Medic Caruso, it's unlikely we'll get many shows on the road."

"We'll do a crash course on human expressions too."

[boxwinebaddie]

hi uncle nina! sorry if this is kinda overbearing, but you havent posted anything today so i just wanna check in and make sure youre doing okay! <3

oh my god, sweetheart!!! this is not overbearing AT ALL! this is extremely thoughtful and makes me feel extremely validated. <3

i'm sorry for causing concern, but ty for being concerned about me.

because the school year is coming to a close, things around me at work have been pretty intense, so i've been tossed around like a ragdoll the past week and haven't had much time to write as a result. i also haven't been sleeping very well and rush a lot in the mornings, so i've forgotten to take my mood stabilizer the past couple of days which makes me v sluggish, zombie-ish and unpleasant in general. :/

...when i am like that, as a weird way of sparing you, i suppose, i try not to post on here too much because it feels quite shitty indeed for you to get a notification for my blog just to watch me bitch n moan.

however, i have taken my medication today and feel bad for fumbling kyle week...as we know i'm not really good at holding myself accountable or making deadlines. oddly enough, it's not that i don't want to answer my questions, it's just that other than not being able to really find the time recently, i just can't find the right...words?

( this ask is long and irrelevant, but read if you wish. ilysm. )

or, rather, i don't feel knowledgeable enough the subjects to answer? specifically in the areas of my tsot/tfbw styles and ncuniverses, i feel a little insecure because i don't know sp or the games as well as many other people do, so i'm trying to speed watch episodes/watch speed runs of the games online so i can at least keep some canon intact?

i also am finding that creating and understanding how high fantasy universes work is...difficult? lmao? also because i did crazy stuff with mutations and science and politics in my tfbw ncuniverse, that's also complicated and out of my wheelhouse...tldr: i have big ideas, but i'm not very good at backing them in fact or doing analytical stuff.

but...iiiiii need to, lmao. mental illness, but if i make a universe it has to be fully realized, it has to all make as much sense as possible, echo the canon, enhance it, feel real and be fluid...so if i'm not around too much it's because i'm trying to bolster myself with my sp knowledge ( ik, i'm a fake fan ) and watch/read/research high fantasy concepts and superhero/scientific fiction/dystopian stuff...so if anyone has any recommendations for me to watch or learn from in those realms, i'd appreciate it. again, this is intense...but i care a lot about my craft.

and specifically crafting something worthy of all of you, that makes sense, lives and breathes, reflects the show we love & is interesting.

ANYWAYS!!!! with that said, i got a cool ask about whether or not i have a gunslinger kyle? which? not yet? BUT YOU'RE A GENIUS BABY I AM SOOOOO ON IT!!! please let me cook and watch some things because actually, oh my god, i am very down. i'll update you. i might make a board to gather ideas, omg, omg, it'll be SPICY.

i got an ask about princess kylie, which, bless you, i am also still developing her character, i am going to pour over the books, watch some GOT, do some mapping out, watch some intricate dnd play throughs...and have some answers for you very soon: hang on, baby.

( she's little, bitchy, prissy and does need to be babysat, i'm afraid. )

got some on jersey i'm excited about! sorry for writing that ask meme about the sour skittles like that, again, writing has been trying for me lately and i had a concept that i wanted to share but wasn't sure how to express that. if you guys are alright with getting my asks in the form of notes some times i would appreciate it! anyways, keep your eyes out for some of those...if kyle week runs into next week, sorry.

idk...this is so long. all this to say...i'm really sorry? i haven't been a very solid creator lately, but i'm a little unstable rn. but i am working on it and i hope to be back on the horse by tonight and share my notes at least and show you guys how my brain is working.

in the mean time, please direct as many questions as you would like in the direction of riley, teri and ana who not only are epic writers but have been an epic support system/helping me get back into things.

thank you for caring, thank you for reading...keeping up with this blog and the questions and creating constantly is sometimes challenging, but very rewarding. i promise that i am not neglecting my asks or all of you because i don't care, its actually because i care very much and only want to give you stuff that is awesome and cool and well researched. so, again, just give me a second to get my barings and while it kind of eats at my bad bpd brain i might try and share stuff with you guys that's half baked because the feedback might help.

tldr: i love you, this made no sense, i'm a mess, but i am fine.

miss you and love you. happy kyle week.

-uncle nina

[verycharismaticdragon]

On Air Island - chapter 4 - part 9

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Hanse: Is it PD? Or is it……………

[player] donated 100 Ordinary Clover: I don't have a good feeling, since it seems like there are some people… { Seems like there are several people there, it’s scary… }

Hanse: Yes, several people…………

Hanse: If they're coming to get me again, I don't think I'll be able to escape like I did then.

GeeksWay: If there’s some people then let’s just go { Several people is bad TT } TAKYO: Let’s just go!!

Hanse: … … … … …

Hanse: It's okay, it's okay. Hanse. This isn't 'that' place.

TENFAN: Huh? HsWAVE: What are you saying??? { What are you talking about by yourself? }

Hanse: It's a little scary, but... It looks human, doesn't it? There must be a lot of people coming this way. { It’s a little scary, but… it seems to be a human, right? I guess a lot of people went this way. }

Hanse: Let me see who's here.

Meu1: Just take a quick look… urnothot: Yeah… It’s spooky… c'monya: Ikr it seems like you keep turning around in the same place { Seems like someone keeps spinning around } OnlyHim: Cute how Hanse has no sense of direction

Hanse: I'm hearing it from this way. I'll go check it out.

Rainbow: Yeah nolife: Take care

[Sound of breaking branches] [Slowly walks through the forest]

DUMMY: Let’s just go back winkhans: I am scared

Hanse: Hehe, look, there's DUCKACOON. I was worried because I couldn't see them.

lookatme: OMG danchu1: DUCKACOON?!?! Rolling: Our lovely Duck Cat Raccoon imnewon: It’s been a while… sayaaa: DUCKADOO… DUCKACOON~

Hanse: But Jin and Ezra...... They seem to be in a bad mood, or is it only my feeling? { But Jin and Ezra… Does the atmosphere seem bad, or is it just my imagination? }

Jin: Ha, If that's what you think then there's nothing more I can say.

Ezra: Don't worry too much. If there's a problem, it can't be that big.

savvymn: Mmmh? yummy99: What are they talking about? rusure: The atmosphere feels a bit strange.

Jin: …………

Ezra: Huh? You're just walking away......

Ezra: It's not easy to please anyone after all. Don't you think so too, DUCKACOON?

DUCKACOON: … … … … …

180x181: ????? PumMyung: I wonder what the conversation was about… YummyMan: Why isn’t DUCKACOON saying anything? HSbell: true ek_98_ke: Maybe DUCKACOON is tired

Ezra: Are you full? Or are you getting a little hungry? I don't know if I can eat this....... { Are you full? Or are you just getting hungry? I don't know if you would eat something like this… }

[sound of wind rushing past]

Hanse: … … … … …?

ek_98_ke: ?????? iamfan: ?????????? DUMMY: What? JinLove: What’s are you…? { ?? what was this } rusure: Sound of something passing by????

Hanse: Didn't something just pass by?

Hanse: No, maybe it's just your imagination......? { No, this must also be just my imagination……? }

dauni: It must be wind right? Like the sound of the wind! clover30: *SHAKING HARD* Glasses: I dunno CLAPCLAP: It’s kinda scary so let’s just go back to the base camp! Elvis: I am curious about their conversation so let’s get closer to them!

Let's get a little closer

Let's end it here and go back!

[twignotstick]

TMNT: SECOND SHOT - Arc 1, Chapter 7: An Act of Creation 🎭

<- Chapter 6: Pursuit of Progress 🌇

Warnings (if there's anything I should add here, tell me please!): violence, medical procedures, a lot of yelling, body horror

Words: 3,542

Summary: Everything falls into place.

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‘WE NEED TO RUN!’

The scavenger was barking orders, trying desperately to get through to his older brothers. His oldest was mounted furthest away, roaring and growling as loudly as he could to scare off the beasts threatening his family.

‘GAH! What the-?!’ The hunter growled, tossing a metal monster off of him. ‘THAT THING STUNG ME!’

The scout rushed to the hunter's side, examining the bleeding wound in his neck. ‘I thought I saw it bite you?’

‘Well, it sure FELT like it stung me!’ The hunter barked, before suddenly losing his balance and putting all his weight on the scout.  

‘Father, what do we do?!’ The protector squeaked, tossing more bots off his shell. There were already dozens of bite marks and cuts covering the leathery carapace, splattering blood.

Their father stood stock still, breathing faintly. Staring into nothingness and chattering under his breath, ‘He's returned for me… to take my life as he vowed to do… he's come for my life…’

‘Hunter?’ The scout chirped, shaking the limp form of his spiky brother. ‘Scav, he's not waking up! What's happening?!’

The scavenger, trying to ignore the fact that they were quickly becoming surrounded, gasped in realization. ‘A sedative,’ he hissed, before repeating louder, ‘They're trying to administer a sedative! Don't let them get to your neck!’

‘Why can't we- AGH!’ The protector barked as he yanked a beast from his neck and shattered it on the wall, splashing a liquid coming from within the thing's throat through the air.

‘What does that mean, Scav!?’ The scout squealed, holding tightly onto his brother and curling up on himself to keep distance from the monsters.

‘Its a chemical that makes you fall-’

The protector fell limply to the ground.

‘-asleep.’

The rat was easily overtaken. He panicked more the closer the bots got, and didn't even realize the ones creeping up behind him.

The scout yelped when he, too, was attacked from behind. He tried to shake the beast off, but he didn't dare shake too much for fear of hurting the already wounded brother in his arms. When he felt the jaws lock around his neck, he screamed for his only conscious family member to get it off.

The scavenger's eyes flitted around the tunnel, searching desperately for some way to gain the upper hand over these puny monsters.

His only younger brother collapsed, and he knew resisting would only result in more pain.

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Splinter watched as his bogeyman entered the room.

His arms were bound, but his legs were not. The metal bands on his wrists were chained to the wall behind him, like some kind of sick medieval prison cell. He was stuck sitting on his knees, grimly forced into a very human position.

Dr. Axum stood over him, outlined by the bright light coming from the window behind; a stark juxtaposition to the darkness of the room. His face was hard to see, but apathy and sternness emanated from him, even in his soft breathing.

They stared into each other for eternity, both trying to see who may falter first. Who would crumble.

Axum sighed. “You could have been so promising, rat.”

Splinter growled, tensing his arms.

“You know, I call you a prototype now; I called you a prototype at the start too. But when you became more intelligent, more cognizant, I almost called you Subject 0.”

Axum went down to one knee, reaching Splinter's eye level.

“Almost.”

He reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a syringe with a cap. Within: a cold, slightly blue liquid. He began to fiddle with it in his hands as he resumed talking.

“I couldn't count you as Subject 0. If I did, it would ruin me. I'd be constantly reminded of you when I see my true successes. My true, perfect subjects.”

Splinter growled, sending spit at Axum's feet.

“But you? You were my failure. I tried to salvage you for years. So the best way to deal with you?”

Axum stood up again, looking down with empty eyes.

“Just a useless test run. A rat, and nothing more.”

Axum began pacing a short path, back and forth. 

“This project has been my only motivator since it began. My… foolish higher-ups tried to lead me astray. I never gave in to their temptations. No, I knew that I needed to perfect my mutagen. Supermutagen, as I've been calling it. After over a decade of grueling work, I can finally feast upon the fruits of my labor.”

He held up the syringe in his hands, examining it.

“This, my pet, is one of the only remaining samples of your mutagen. The beta supermutagen.” He laughed under his breath. “Of course, it's been over a decade since I made this; it's no good now. Settled in the bottom of a bottle, forgotten and stagnant.”

He stopped his pacing to glare into the inhuman eyes of Splinter, taking the cap off the syringe.

“You know, if I were to inject this into someone, I don't know exactly what it would do.”

Chains clinked.

“It could completely change them, mutating them beyond recognition. It could shut down their circulatory system. Or their nervous system, wouldn't that be fun?”

Claws scraped.

“I guess I'll never know. Although, maybe you could be good for one more test.”

The rat breathed heavily.

Axum returned to kneel in front of him, his smile disgustingly sweet. “I wanted Baxter to do the honors.” Splinter shuddered, but the human continued seamlessly. “He was so excited to get the opportunity to finish what he started, but his schedule was simply too packed. Bummer. Maybe I should wait, give him the chance to turn up late? What do you think?”

The two stared into each other again, waiting for who would crack.

Splinter refused.

His arm flew forward, the chain around its manacle being unlinked from the force. He clawed toward Axum's throat, but couldn't do anything meaningful before he felt a stabbing sting in his shoulder. He screamed in retaliation.

Axum scoffed, standing up and rubbing the muck from his neck. The syringe that he had planted in Splinter's shoulder had the plunger pushed all the way in.

“You could have been so good, rat. Now I don't even get to have fun with you? How disrespectful.”

Splinter coiled onto the floor, feeling the stinging, numbing pain originating from his shoulder travel through his body. He pulled the syringe out, nearly crushing the glass in his grasp. He squeaked and growled to distract himself.

“Dr. Axum?”

Axum turned to face the shorter silhouette in the doorway.

“What, Tim? I'm very busy.”

“The turtles are waking up, sir. Subject 2 already appears fully responsive.”

Axum smiled and looked back to his suffering creation. “Fret not, pet. With this mutation, you too will become perfect. Just like the rest of your pathetic family. And they will listen to me.”

He walked to the man at the door. “Tell the guards to steer clear of this room until cleanup arrives. I suspect that the rat will reek when it’s dead.”

And Axum walked away, leaving Splinter to squeal and squeak in pain as his body fought against him.

Axum didn't feel the need to watch. He didn't want to stay until the squeaking stopped. He didn't care.

He didn't stay long enough to hear the squeaking become something else.

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Light.

Blinding light, affronting his vision despite his eyes being closed.

The hunter winced, but reluctantly forced his eyelids open. The light only became brighter, causing his already aching head to pulse. Forcing down the urge to vomit, he tried to sit up from where he was laying.

His wrists were held down by something cold and hard. His ankles, too. As he tried to turn his face, he found his neck was bound as well. By thick, metal clasps.

His breath caught in his chest, and the turtle craned his neck to look around the white room he was in. To his right, he could see the unconscious form of his older brother, bound just like he was, laying on a metal table. He assumed he himself was laid on a similar table, though it was hard to see.

To his left, he found his immediate younger brother, bound the same. He, however, didn't appear fully unconscious. He shifted and tightened his face.

Their youngest brother could barely be seen, hidden on the opposite side of the scavenger.

‘Scav?’ The hunter hissed. ‘Scav, wake up!’

The scavenger winced at his brother's grating voice, but opened his eyes and looked over anyway. ‘Hunter?’

‘Where are we? What's going on? Is Scout okay?’

The scavenger coughed, tensing up. ‘Slow down, okay?’ He looked over his other side before turning back. ‘Scout is fine. Scratched up, but fine. He's bound like we are, so we should brace for a freakout. How's Protector?’

The hunter sighed. ‘He's fine. What's going on?’

‘Why would I know? We both got knocked out by those crazy robots. All I know is that we're stuck on some freaky sci-fi tables and we can't move. And that does not bode well for… wait, where's Father?’

The hunter strained his neck to look around at the rest of the room. The wall in front of them had a large window, and there was a small metal table with strange devices on it. Silhouettes stood beyond the window.

Their father was nowhere to be seen.

The protector mumbled as he woke, hissing at the pain coming from his brutalized carapace pushing against the table beneath him.

‘Protector, do you see Father?!’

“So Subject 4 hasn't woken up yet, hm?”

A figure behind the window had stepped inside, followed by a smaller one. He had dark skin, with coily brown hair and matching eyes. His features were pointed and sleek, with sharp cheekbones. Both him and the second figure wore white lab coats.

“It appears so, sir. We can force him awake, if you'd-”

“No. This is a test as well, young man.”

‘What are they saying?’ The hunter hissed.

‘Something about tests?’ The scavenger replied. ‘And I think Scout?’

‘Can you ask them why we're here? Why we can't move?’ The protector groaned.

The taller man walked over to the metal table, inspecting the devices on it. “It's important to remember their weaknesses in their imperfect state to know what we need to-”

‘GET IT OFF!’

All eyes turned to the scout. He writhed in his restraints, tearing the skin on his wrists and ankles. All the while, he just screamed.

‘Scout,’ the scavenger soothed, ‘you need to calm down! Breathe, please!’

‘GET IT OFF OF ME!’

The hunter churred calmly. ‘Scout, it's okay! You need to listen.’

The scout stopped yelping and thrashing. ‘...Hunter?’ he squeaked tearfully.

‘Yeah, I'm here, pipsqueak. I know you can't see me, but I'm here.’

The two humans discussed something to the side, too quiet for the turtles to hear. They kept throwing glances to the scout's sobbing form.

‘...are you okay?’ the young turtle chirped shakily. ‘Are you h-hurt?’

‘I'm fine.’ The hunter looked to his biggest brother, who was visibly worried for the youngest. ‘We're all hurt, but we're going to be okay.’

The scout started sobbing slightly louder.

“What's wrong with it?” The taller human asked.

“We believe that Subject 4 had the most unstable initial mutation of the bunch, judging by the tests we've run,” the smaller one explained. “The others appear much more stable.”

The taller human huffed. “How troublesome.”

The smaller human shuffled some papers in his hands. “If you want, we could dispose of it.”

‘KEEP YOUR PAWS OFF HIM!’ The scavenger roared in an outburst.

‘What are they saying?!’ The protector begged.

‘THEY'RE THREATENING TO KILL HIM!’

The scout hiccuped loudly.

‘WHAT?!’

“Oh,” the taller human sighed, grinning, “I don't think they like that idea.”

The smaller human looked terrified, but the older human looked gleeful. He slowly strode over to the Scout's tableside.

‘GET AWAY FROM HIM!’

The human laid his hand at the bottom of the scout's chin, though the hunter couldn't see this. All he saw was a monster hurting his baby brother.

The scout yelped out loudly on the contact. “Sensitivity, huh?” The human pressed down on the turtle's skin, as said turtle squeaked and pushed his head as far away as possible. “I'm sure I can do something about that. But; that will have to wait until you are complete.”

‘WHAT IS HE SAYING?’ The protector thrashed.

‘I DON'T KNOW! I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT HE MEANS EITHER!’

“Calm down, little ones,” the human said calmly, walking to stand in front of all of them with his arms behind his waist. “You all should be happy to be here. I'm finally giving you the purpose you were created to serve.”

Seeing the scavenger quiet down to listen, the older brothers followed suit. ‘What's he-’

‘He's talking about our purpose. How we should be happy we're here. And stop asking, it's hard for me to translate in the first place.’

“Now,” the human said, grabbing a syringe off the metal table and flicking it, “who do we perfect first?”

The liquid in the syringe was a terrible bluish-green that radiated in the glass, bubbling and shifting.

‘What is-’

‘I SAID STOP ASKING! I DON'T KNOW!’

The human's eyes snapped to the scavenger. “Wonderful!” He cheered. “A volunteer. Grab a syringe and start with Subject 1, would you Tim?”

The taller human sauntered over quickly, while the shorter fumbled to pick up a second syringe. When he arrived at the scavenger's tableside, he grabbed the turtle's arm firmly and twisted it palm up. He pulled an alcohol swab from his coat pocket (though the hunter didn't know what it was, and neither did the victim) and wiped the inside of the turtle's elbow.

“Only a few more moments of ignorance, dear pet. Any last… chirps?” He laughed, as though it were the funniest joke in the world, and jabbed the syringe in without waiting for an answer.

The protector was treated similarly, but without the snarky commentary and with a lot more fighting. The younger human had to use all of his body weight to hold the turtle's giant arm down, and did a haphazard job of cleaning the injection area.

Both turtles hissed when the plungers were pressed, but nothing bad seemed to happen.

“Alright, and you'll tend to big-and-ugly Subject 2, yes?” The taller human asked the smaller calmly.

“Uh…” the smaller human hesitated, meeting the hunter's intimidating glare.

“Yes?” The older human pressed.

“O-of course, Dr. Axum.” He scurried to grab another prefilled syringe, followed coolly by the older.

The smaller human tried to pin the hunter's arm, and he never looked down at his assailant. He writhed in defiance and only watched the taller human moving toward his baby brother.

‘YOU CAN'T HURT HIM!’ He barked. ‘YOU'LL REGRET EVER LAYING A FINGER ON HIM!’

The human looked at the hunter and smiled softly. “Oh, how endearing. It's almost like they're brothers, caring for each other's safety.” His eyes fell back on his second victim, expression returning cold.

Meanwhile, the smaller human kept struggling to pin the older turtle down. He kept grabbing on the spiky points of the skin, pulling away. He looked like he would pass out if he wasn't being watched.

But the hunter recognized some of the garbled “words” coming from the human's mouth. He had learned a few after hanging out with the redhead and the skinny one.

“Brothers.”

He felt a tension prick his arm, just like the sting of that stupid robot. And yet, despite how much he wanted to turn and growl at his assailant, he kept glaring at the monster hurting his baby brother.

The syringe entered the scout's arm, and he began screaming and writhing once more.

‘GET IT OUT! IT HURTS! PLEASE! HUNTER! BIG BROTHER!’

Sweat was beginning to bead on the heads on the protector and the scavenger as the mutagen worked its magic.

‘Scout, I'm here! I'm here!’

A crawling, slithering, slimy feeling started to creep up from under the turtle's skin. It cupped the back of his mind like a friend. Asking to come inside, to stay the night.

‘PLEASE! MAKE IT STOP!’

The hunter watched as the protector and scavenger arched their backs and shifted on the tables as best they could without hurting themselves.

He knew his youngest brother didn't worry about that. He could hear the restraints being yanked carelessly. The sound of his baby brother choking himself by yanking himself around.

The humans left the room, leaving the turtles to squirm in pain as that creeping, slithering feeling overtook every nerve.

‘BIG BROTHER!’

The hunter let it become numbness. His baby brother was in pain (dying, he's dying, it's real this time), and he couldn't do anything to help.

Resisting would only result in more pain.

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It felt like hours. Time was hard to follow in the white room, with the only changes being figures walking past the window. The turtles didn't know where the sun was, but they knew they were tired. The mutagen rolling through their guts and muscles exhausted them. The protector, hunter, and scavenger gasped in as much air as they could to press though.

The scout just cried, and his once heavy breathing grew labored. His screaming had only started dying down when a rasp appeared in his voice. He begged for his brother until he couldn't anymore. The discomfort overpowered the want for comfort.

Hearing the silence (figurative silence, his sobbing was still very much audible) of their most talkative brother made the others speechless. The hush was deafening. 

‘Hey,’ the hunter wheezed, suddenly finding that communicating was much more difficult with whatever was happening, ‘guys?’

The second youngest and oldest tried to look over with tight faces, and the youngest whined.

‘If we…’ he paused to cough and shake away his nausea, ‘if we don't make it out of here-’

‘Brother…’ the protector hissed carefully.

‘I want to say I'm sorry. I-I'm sorry for not telling you guys I care. That I love you guys.’ He hiccuped as the tears he had been holding back broke through. ‘I love you guys,’ he pleaded, ‘I really do. And I'm so, so sorry…’

‘Don't think like that,’ the protector growled. ‘We're going to get out of here, find Father, and go home. We're going to be okay.’

‘He's right!’ The scavenger chirped raspily. ‘Well, probably. It's also equally probable that we will, in fact, never get out of here. If not more likely.’

The protector glared, to his best ability in shackles and excruciating discomfort.

‘Buuut, I have to say… I'm sorry too. That I can't do much more than find things. And I love you guys so much. That too.’

‘What do you mean?’ The protector shifted. His chirping was becoming almost indistinguishable with the amount of scratching sounds in his troat. ‘You helped us get food. You found those humans! If you hadn't done that, then Hunter probably wouldn't be able to walk! And Scout would still have that metal thing in his leg!’

‘If I hadn't found them, maybe we wouldn't be here…’

The silence returned, only punctuated by sniffles and coughs.

‘That wasn't your fault. You did what was best for the rest of us at the time,’ the hunter justified.

‘That's right,’ the eldest added. ‘You do nothing but help us.’ He took a breath and shook his shoulders, doing everything he could to relieve the ache coming from his wounded carapace. ‘I don't like how negative you guys are being, but I love you too. You guys are my life. My purpose. And I want to thank you all for letting me have that.’

‘Of course, big guy,’ the scavenger snorted.

‘I-I-’ the scout squeaked, struggling to get anything out through his heaving.

‘We know, Scout,’ the hunter churred. ‘We know.’

The scout gave up, just letting himself keep sobbing. That is, until his breathing started becoming faster and sharper.

‘Scout?’ The scavenger chirped.

The sound of choking and coughing filled the air, as spit flew out of the scout's throat.

‘Sc-’ The protector gasped sharply as he, too, began struggling to breathe. The hunter and scavenger followed suit mere seconds after.

A crawling, ripping pain blossomed from the back of their throats. Pulling. Folding. Swelling. Shrinking. Suffocating. Like some creature that had been hiding within was reshaping it. The feeling crept into the base of the skull. Some force tugging the spinal cord, puppeteering the body from the inside. Coughing, sputtering, and gagging filled the air.

Each brother began to writhe. They pulled and shifted violently, the scout unapologetically. Some of the shifting would only worsen the pain, evoking a gasp of air and a quick shift away.

The sounds in the room began to change. The breathing became… different. As though new mouths were doing it. It slowed and became lighter.

One by one, the turtles gave in to the clutches of unconsciousness. Resisting would only result in more pain. 

New breathing was later joined by a choir of alarms and a bright display of red lights.

Four perfect subjects bathed in it.

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ITS THE- ITS THE NAME OF THE- ITS THE SE- THE SECOND SHOT--- AAAAA

Chapter 8: Spoken Poetry 🗣️ ->

[reverieaa]

hey love. your blogs have been a literal game changer for my conception of manifesting. I've successfully been able to prioritize my 4D over the 3d, realizing that imagination is the only reality and manifested quite alot of things over a span of 10 days or so. but oh well, smth I've struggled with is my sp. he had come back after a month which was last year,right after i had discovered the loa. however, I didn't try to manifest him back and just moved on. until he randomly, like out of nowhere texted me saying that he missed me after a month and i got back with him, bcs ig i still liked him, a little (?). after 5 months of dating he did smth which i didn't like, and this time, i broke up with him. it's been 2 months and i have tried manifesting him for the 10th time but i just can't get myself to persist because of how I've put him on the pedestal, as if I can manifest ANYTHING but not him. everytime i try to change my SELF, or accepting myself as God in this case, all the 3d circumstances come back rushing into my mind. what do you think i should do? i think I'm also kinda stuck on the idea of getting him back after a month when i had never even intended to in the first place a year ago. im sorry if this is confusing, my mind's just all over the place.

I don't think you need to go in depth why your sp showed up in your life if it just happened, a lot of things pop up and catch us by surprise when we change focus, but the problem here is you trying. As God, you don't try. You only do, decide. Go back to the I AM, it doesn't matter what the 3d shows because as we've already said, the outer does not mean anything, and it is a projection of us, which means it can't be separate from you.