#we should all be allowed to be shirtless at the beach

[sperotonin]

I wish I could be shirtless at the beach. im barely dysphoric about my chest and I wouldn't be at all if it wasn't sexualized and made people decide I'm a woman.

[capricornwriter5]

OUR SEESAW - Chapter 15

Pairing: Min Yoongi x female OC

Genre: idol au, Suga X female OC, smut, fluff, angst, college romance, friends to lovers, exes to lovers, happy ending. ⚠️Warning: mentions of mental health affections, drugs, explicit sex

Words: 6k

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Chapter 15 - Burning Up

Woosung and Hobi's birthday came, and the singer had offered his house for a pre-celebration with his closest circle. It wasn't supposed to be a huge party, just drinking some cocktails and eating some snacks. 

Woosung had barely finished bathing and was walking around the house shirtless with his hair still soaked when Emmy knocked on his door.

“Hi! You came ear...” Unable to finish his sentence, Woosung gawked at his friend, his drool practically spilling out. She looked breathtaking in a tiny black dress. "Damn, Emm!"

The girl didn't reply, as she was very busy picking up a box of champagne bottles. "Directly from France to you, happy birthday!" She congratulated smiling from ear to ear and handing them to him.

“Wow… looks like someone's feeling better." 

"Has anyone else arrived yet?"

"No, it's still too early, they'll be here in an hour, maybe an hour and a half."

"So... do we have time?"

Woosung was placing the champagne on a table, but upon hearing his friend's words, he turned around with a leering look. "I haven't heard those words in a long time. I thought you didn't want..."

"That I didn't want? Woo, you've known me for YEARS, how do you say something like that? But tell me, what can you offer today?"

"Whatever you want, as always..." He answered in an alluring manner.

"Are you sure we have enough time?"

The eyes, the smile, the way she held Woosung's hands to make him hurry, everything, absolutely all of Emmy's body language showed the excitement she felt.

“That's not a problem, time has never been. And if you're worried about that, it's nothing a phone call can't fix.”

As if that apartment were her home, Emmy walked to Woosung's room with him, and that's when the singer understood what his friend meant. Emm wasn't looking to sleep with him like in the old days, she wanted the drug that Woosung kept.

The singer laughed at himself and was about to try to convince her to have fun together, but seeing what Emmy was pulling out, his eyes widened exaggeratedly.

“Are you planning to mix those two?”

"It's not the first time, why are you surprised?"

"I thought you didn't want something so wild for today."

"Hey! It's your birthday and Hobi's, my two best friends! How can I not celebrate it as it deserves?" 

"Sure..." Silently, he watched as Emm used two different types of drugs, and although it was not common for him, he got a little anxious about it. "Emm, you haven't been okay and that's a bit strong, don't you think you should tone it down a bit?"

"This is nothing."

For a few minutes, Woosung did nothing but pay attention to her, dismayed that she would lose control too quickly; however, the minutes passed, and Emmy looked fine.

"What's up with you? When did you start to be the serious and responsible friend?”

"At least she's not yelling at me for not helping Yoongi..." he thought while taking a little of what Emmy had consumed.

Thus, a while passed in which both talked and laughed remembering their last birthdays.

"I had forgotten how wild turned out to be last year's party."

“Do you actually remember anything from that day, Woo? You were so wasted.”

"What I still don't quite understand is how we got to the beach so fast. I mean… we were in the heart of the city and suddenly the sea was in front of me.”

"You say that like you haven't done the same thing countless times." Woosung laughed, and after smoking from the joint he held in his fingers, he remained silent. "What's going on?"

“Nothing, I was just remembering that night. You looked gorgeous, like today… ” Woosung was about to caress Emmy's leg, but the girl didn't allow him, and standing up, she cleared her throat. “Come on, Emm, what's up with you lately, huh? It had never been so long since we last fucked. How much longer will I need to wait?"

Thinking it was a joke, the girl couldn't help but laugh; yet, Woosung looked at her from head to toe, making his intentions more than clear.

"You're joking, right?"

“When have I ever joked about this? I've always taken sex very seriously, mainly if it's with you because it's amazing.” He simply explained.

"Woosung, I have a boyfriend."

"So what? I have had them too, but that has never been an impediment. We're the perfect match, no strings attached, no…”

“I told you that my relationship with Yoongi is serious.”

“I know, I'm not telling you to break up with him. Besides, you told me that nothing would change between us. And look at us now, talking like two average friends when we could be fucking as we’ve done for years.”

“I'm not single anymore, and there's no way I'm gonna risk my relationship."

Emmy called it quits, but for the musician it was not over. It was the first time Emmy had rejected him and she didn't seem to want to change her mind.

"Emm, what the fuck? Are you serious? It's been MONTHS since we were last together. What's different that you're dating Yoongi now? It's just sex."

Ironically, that came out from the only person in that room for whom those words made no sense. He had wanted to convince himself that it was just sex, but it never really was. Knowing that he wasn't going to have anything serious with Emmy, he had settled for sleeping with her. At least for a few nights, he could feel that they were more than friends. If he had managed to be “chill” with the whole Yoongi situation, it was only because he could swear that he and Emmy would continue to have their casual sexual encounters.

“Woo, I truly care about Yoongi.”

"Are you telling me that you went to Capri and didn't sleep with anyone?"

"That's exactly what I'm telling you. Yoongi means too much to me to play with him. I had never thought that I could have something like that with someone, but I have it with him."

“So, you and I don't…?”

"No, Woo. But you have so many beautiful girls waiting for you!”

Emmy winked at him, having no idea what her best friend really felt. Woosung had always been so open with all his relationships and so casual in referring to his sexual encounters, that Emmy could never imagine that he might feel something else. Added to the musician's true feelings, Woosung's pride was hurt that night. It was the first time he heard a no coming from someone’s lips, even worse, from his best friend’s lips, the person with whom he had started his sexual life, with whom he had lived endless experiences and with whom, deep down, he always thought he would have a future.

At that time Woosung couldn't understand two basic things. The first, how much Emmy loved Yoongi, and the second, how dysfunctional he and Emmy would be together. There was no way in which a serious relationship between the two of them could work, they had many issues to resolve. His blindness and pride were about to lead him to make a whole scene of jealousy saying how absurd monogamy seemed to him; however, Woosung was speechless when he saw his friend consuming again.

"Emmy, what…?"

"I think they're knocking on the door. While you open, I'll clean this and go to the bathroom." 

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Since Yoongi had to work late that night, he could only make it to the celebration quite late into the night. He would not miss it just because he had promised Emmy that he would accompany her and because he had given his word to Hobi that he would go; yet something about that party gave him a bad feeling. Jin and Namjoon's messages only confirmed what he believed. They both told him to hurry up because he was missing the best party of his life. And no wonder, Hobi was the life of the party, and as such, he planned quite a lively celebration. Moreover, Woosung had the money and friends to make it an unforgettable night.

Once at the party, Yoongi didn't even have time to suffer from his social anxiety, for the first thing he ran into was his girlfriend, who left him in total shock. Firstly, the girl looked gorgeous, and secondly, Yoongi had never seen her play the popular girl role better than she did that night. She spoke with everyone, laughed with everyone, toasted with many people, and did everything with such naturalness that anyone would buy it. In fact, she seemed to have no trace of the quiet, serious, vulnerable, and even melancholy girl who would come out in front of the piano or when she was alone with Yoongi.

The musician couldn't understand how that was the same person who hadn't eaten in days and who looked overly exhausted. How the hell did she manage to compose herself like that overnight? 

A big hug was not enough to greet the musician, who inevitably blushed due to the kiss that Emmy stole from him. The girl grabbed his hand and took him with her to where Jin, Namjoon, Nara, and Hobi were. Sitting next to each other, Yoongi smiled tenderly at Emmy and leaned closer to speak in her ear.

“You look gorgeous, freckles. Are you feeling better now?"

"I'm great!" She responded with a beautiful smile.

Hobi's joy that Yoongi had gone to his birthday led him to distract the musician more than once. Countless times the dancer would take Yoongi along with Namjoon and Jin. They all wanted him to enjoy that night like they did, so they didn't stop buying shots; also, taking advantage that the bar they were in had so many floors with different music, they took the musician on tours that ended with Jin and Namjoon talking to girls, Hobi dancing with strangers, and Yoongi laughing with new drinks in his hand. Due to this, Yoongi couldn't see the number of times Emmy “went to the bathroom” and come back with more energy. Yet, Woosung noticed it and tried to warn Emmy, but he failed caused of how euphoric she was. 

Getting to escape from his friends, Yoongi came back to look for his girlfriend and found her with a new group of people. One glance was enough for Yoongi to get an idea of them. Dressed in garments from the most exclusive and luxurious brands, this entire group exuded wealth; undoubtedly, they had been born with silver spoons in their mouths. However, that didn't catch Yoongi's attention, after all, he had gotten used to that by Emmy's side. What captured his attention was the air of debauchery that surrounded them.

Their leering eyes and evil smirks made it clear that they had lived and experienced more than anyone else at that party. Still, none of them looked like a young rookie who would lose control that simple.

Paying closer attention, Yoongi noticed that one of the girls who was talking to his girlfriend, and actually going with her to the bathroom, was the same one he had seen a while ago on another of the floors of the place. The girl tried to approach him to invite him to have a drink; however, Yoongi turned her down. She kept insisting, and even though Yoongi was patient, she annoyed him to the point that he had to tell her to leave him alone, which caused him to earn some rather nasty comments.

He decided to sit down and wait for Emmy to come back.

"Yoongs, there you are! The boys have hogged you all night." She joked sitting next to him. "How did you escape?"

"Namjoon insisted on Hobi drinking more shots and Jin was talking to Nara."

"Do you think they'll get back together?"

"I hope so, he doesn't stop talking about her. But who am I to judge? He says I'm always talking about you, and I think he's right." Emmy giggled as Yoongi interlaced his fingers with hers. 

Next to her diamond watch was a hand-braided man's bracelet Emmy had stolen from Yoongi since one of their first piano lessons. She never took it off and Yoongi couldn't help but find that cute. Yet, he could not comment on it, because thanks to the lights he was able to see Emmy's hand better and noticed how pale it was. He instantly raised his gaze to his girl's face and not even with the blush she was using she couldn't hide her paleness. Besides, he sensed how cold her hand was. What had happened? She wasn't like that before he went with the guys for the last time.

"Freckles you're freezing, do you want my jacket?"

"Freezing? That's weird, I don't feel any cold."

"Is that Emmy's boyfriend?" Jiyu, the girl who tried to hit on Yoongi, asked Woosung. She was the granddaughter of the directors of the most important broadcasting network in Korea.

“Hmhm…” The musician replied without wanting to go into much detail.

“Well, he's very handsome, but… who is he? His clothes are pretty basic, luckily he is hot." She commented laughing.

"Why do you want to know, Jiyu? Leave them alone, Emm's happy." The singer responded.

"I wanted to ask the same thing." Said another of the girls, who didn't hesitate to check Yoongi from head to toe. "I mean, I can see why she's dating him, but her boyfriend?" The young woman, heiress to an entire fashion empire, agreed with her friend's comment.

"Who are his parents?" This time was a man the one talking. He came from an important family whose political influence would intimidate anyone.

"I don't know," Woosung replied. “What a lame topic.”

"Lame?" The second girl asked ruining yet another attempt by Woosung to divert the conversation. “We're talking about Emm with a boyfriend, that's anything but boring. Come on, tell us a little more, you are closer to her."

"There's nothing to tell, just that she's happy with him."

"Are you telling me that SHE is gonna settle for a nobody?" The boy asked letting out a wry laugh.

"Hey! Don't be a jerk."

“Woosung, we say this for her own good! You're her friend, you should warn her what will happen if she goes out with someone like that. Emmy's beautiful and popular, but that doesn't exempt her from having to take care of her image. Can you imagine what everyone will say? While Seri's dating who will easily be the next prime minister, Emm's dating someone no one knows who he is." Jiyu wasn't that nasty, but she couldn't bear the idea that Yoongi had rejected her.

“Let her date whoever she wants. Why are we talking about something so serious TODAY? It's enough!" Woosung said, brushing the comments away with his hands and making them laugh. "Look, here comes Nara!" Woosung had never been more grateful to see his friend there.

Meanwhile, Emmy was introducing Yoongi to Woosung's band members. At first, she thought that her boyfriend would treat them with the same seriousness and coldness that he used the first time he met Woosung. Yet, it was rather the opposite, and soon the four of them were comfortably talking, they even made several jokes, for they would never imagine that that boy who looked so serious could be so nice. 

After a while, the original group regathered, it was about midnight, and they wanted to toast all together. However, Emmy was not even able to bring the glass to her lips, her pulse trembled uncontrollably from so much drug, so she ended up throwing the champagne at her and Yoongi, who tried to help her.

"Yoongi, I'm sorry!" Emmy's voice had risen unnecessarily as she tried to clean her boyfriend's shirt, but she cleaned everything except where Yoongi's shirt was OBVIOUSLY wet.

"It's okay, baby. It will dry up."

"I'm so sorry!" Emmy stood on her toes to hug him; however, she only got Yoongi to accidentally throw his glass while trying to push it away from her. "Oh, not again! Why am I this clumsy today?”

Namjoon, Jin, Hobi, and Nara thought that their friend had drunk too much, and they joked about it. On the other hand, something really strange happened. Yoongi and Woosung exchanged worried glances. They both knew that Emmy was not okay.

“Emm…” Yoongi whispered taking her hands before she bent down to pick up what was left of the cup. “My love, it's okay, you're not going to pick anything up, it's dangerous. Let's sit down for a while, okay?"

"Just let me go to the bathroom for a moment."

Before Nara could offer to accompany her, Emmy took her bag where she kept what was left of her drug. On the way to the bathroom, several people greeted her, but she did not pay attention to anyone, in her mind there was only being alone in the bathroom to be able to consume a little more.

However, shortly before reaching the bathroom, someone took her wrist, it was Woosung, who got close enough for her to hear him well. "Stop it."

"What are you talking about?"

"You know perfectly well what I'm talking about, you've been consuming for hours."

“Oh! Come on, Woosung! Drop it, this role doesn't fit you." 

“Emmy, don't be an idiot! Precisely because I’m the one telling you this you should listen and stop.”

"Why don't you get off my back?"

"Because you're stoned as fuck!"

From where he was sitting, Yoongi could see Woosung and Emmy talking. At first, he wanted to ignore the situation and not be bothered by his jealousy; but he couldn't and kept watching. After all, it seemed strange to him to see Woosung's face so serious.

"Move, Woosung."

"Honey, you're shaking, look at your hands."

"That's nothing." 

"Emmy, go sit down, you're gonna make a fool of yourself if you continue… Emm!" He tried to call, but the girl had left him talking to himself.

Woosung's warning should have been taken seriously, but Emmy was too stubborn and drugged to accept it. However, the pressure she felt on her chest after consuming that last time in the bathroom made her stop for a moment. She looked at the mirror and started to feel repulsed at herself. Yet, the drugs didn't let her think clearly, she couldn't even see well, her senses were so sharpened that the lights that surrounded the mirror began to make her dizzy.

“Shit…” she whispered, holding on to the sink and taking a deep breath.

She already knew what was happening to her, she had consumed too much, and her body was demanding her to stop. She tried to regulate her breathing, even wetting her face a little to react. She was scared, but it wasn't the first time it had happened to her, she knew she could handle it. What she didn't count on was someone else walking into the bathroom right during her breakdown.

Emmy's gasp wasn't enough expression for the shock it had on her to see a girl identical to her sister. According to Emm, the girl was the same height, the same platinum hair, and the same cold gaze. Emmy was convinced that she was her sister and that she had found her drugged in a bathroom. In other circumstances, Emm would have been able to see the HUGE difference between that girl and Seri. They looked a bit alike, but not enough to send her into that state of panic.

"Emm, are you alright?" The girl knew who Emmy was, as she was one of Woosung's many friends. She tried to get closer, but Emmy jerked away from her and ran out of the bathroom.

This time not only Woosung was near the bathroom, Yoongi was also there. The interaction between his girlfriend and the singer had made him uneasy; besides, Woosung gave him a look in which he was clearly asking the musician for help. 

Emmy came out of the bathroom so hysterical that she was practically running. She walked fast enough that Woosung couldn't stop her, and he was the one closest to her. She violently collided with a waiter who was carrying a huge box full of beer bottles on his shoulder. As expected, both Emmy and the waiter fell over. But that was not all, the box landed right on Jiyu's table, where she was talking with the rest of her group. Everything that happened next was chaotic, as the girl got her dress soaked in beer and she was madly making a whole scandal. The rest of the people were also enraged with the waiter, since the beers not only wet Jiyu's dress, but also their cellphones, wallets, and other belongings. 

Woosung quickly walked over to the table to calm down his friends while Yoongi picked up his girlfriend off the floor. Yet, the screams of Jiyu were out of control. The waiter could not do more than lower his head and accept all her humiliations, something that deeply annoyed Emmy and led her to let go of Yoongi's arms.

"Jiyu, stop yelling at him, it wasn't his fault."

"Emmy, stay out! You have no idea what this idiot just did! This dress is haute couture!”

“I already told you it wasn't his fault! I'll pay you back, but stop yelling at him. Can't you be less rude?"

"I don't need your charity, save it for your boyfriend." Jiyu replied.

Yoongi could swear that he had never seen a look like Emmy's at that moment, it was even worse than the one she had when she found out what had happened to Yoongi's songs.

Woosung's jaw dropped upon hearing that comment. He didn't like Yoongi, but he would never dare to say something like that; nonetheless, what impressed him even more was the musician's reaction. The first thing Yoongi did was to stand in front of Emmy and try to calm her down, if he let her, he knew that she was capable of making an even worse scene. Even with his pride hurt, Yoongi didn't think of him for a second.

"What did you say?!" Emmy asked Jiyu trying to move Yoongi.

"Freckles, listen to me! Calm down."

“I said save your charity work for people who need it. Who do you think you're dealing with, Emmy? How dare you offer money TO ME?”

"Don't you dare, Jiyu!" Emmy warned completely losing her temper and after fleeing from Yoongi, she slapped Jiyu with such rage that her hand was printed on Jiyu's cheek.

"Emmy!" Yoongi said a little louder as he grabbed her by the wrist. 

Things began to escalate quickly, soon Jiyu's friends had also gotten into the discussion, as well as Nara, who arrived in seconds to defend her friend.

Yoongi didn't want to hurt Emmy, so he tried to get her away from everything by gently pushing her, but Emmy got to slip away every time. On the other hand, Woosung walked away from Jiyu's friends, whom he was also trying to calm down, and totally unlike Yoongi, he pushed Emmy enough to make her stop.

"HEY!" Yoongi said, also changing his manner, but Woosung didn't let him say anything, for he spoke first.

“Get her out of here, if this becomes public, she'll be fucked up. Jiyu's family controls all the damn media, this is gonna be in the papers tomorrow if you don't get her out fast.” Woosung's concern was valid, but he had been late, for it was a fact that that drama would be out the next morning.

On any other day, and possibly on any other occasion, Yoongi wouldn't have listened to Woosung, and Woosung would definitely never have advised him, but that night was not the case. That night they both had the same purpose, so, as a tacit agreement, they worked together.

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Finally at Yoongi's apartment...

“Why did you take me out like that?! Yoongi, unlock the door!”

“Emmy, you can try all night, I don't have a problem with it, but you're not gonna get it open. You're crazy if you think I'm gonna let you walk out of here and beat someone up AGAIN."

“Didn't you hear how they talked about you? Let me out, Yoongi!"

Yoongi was going to let his girlfriend continue fighting with the door, until a sob made him approach again. This time, the musician wrapped his arms around her and tried to make her forget what had happened.

"I'll never forget it, Yoongs, I won't forgive anyone who hurts you." As soon as she turned around, Yoongi smiled at her tenderly and wiped her tears with the back of his hand.

“Baby, it's okay, I don't care what they say. I'm not going to waste my time with people who need to offend others to feel superior. Do you think it's the first time? It won't be the last either, and you can't react like that. It's dangerous."

"Yes, I will, I'll fight any idiot who badmouths you."

"Freckles, please."

"Yoongi shut up, you're not going to change my mind."

“There are things that aren't worth it, like arguing with people like that. Are you actually going to make a scene every time we go out together and run into jerks? Baby, you must think about what will happen when your family…”

"You WON'T be in front of them ever."

The blunt way in which she responded made it abundantly clear to Yoongi where Emmy stood on the matter. Although the musician was very patient and willing to wait for their relationship to evolve at its pace, receiving that response was somewhat uncomfortable and even painful. He was normally very self-assured, but he couldn't help but think that maybe Emmy didn't want him mixed up with her family because of his socioeconomic status.

“Fine, it's good to know.”

"Wait... what are you thinking?" Yoongi not only kept silent, but he also walked away from his girlfriend and walked to his room. "Yoongs?"

"I'm gonna take a bath."

Sitting on the bed, Emmy waited until the musician got out of the shower. Yoongi's coldness when speaking to her was enough for the girl to beg him to listen to her and let her explain what she had meant.

“I just want to protect you from them, that's all. I don't want you to expose yourself to Seri's hostile comments or Dad's stares."

Yoongi remained silent, waiting for Emmy to elaborate a little more for a change, but the girl was still under the influence of drugs and the only image that her brain kept reproducing was that of the girl just like Seri in the bathroom. Maybe if she consumed a little more… maybe just a little more would help her see things more clearly and be able to converse with Yoongi. But deep down, she knew that consuming a little more would mean she was one step away from overdosing. Had it been a mistake to return to Korea? Should she have stayed on Capri and spared Yoongi all that confusion and distress? How was she going to defend him from her family when she hadn't even been able to defend herself?

And there it was… again the migraine, but this time stronger.

"What do you have?" Yoongi asked as he noticed how she winced while digging her nails into her bedcover. "Emm?"

"My head"

“Wait, I have some pills that…”

"No, no, no pills." Emmy was afraid that mixing one more substance would cause her to lose what little control she had left. "I'll go home and rest."

"No!" Yoongi stopped her even before she was on her feet. "You're not leaving like this, look at you!"

Her heart was beating dangerously fast, she had not noticed it before due to the rush of adrenaline resulting from her meeting with "Seri" and the discussion at the bar. But now that she was in a calmer place and she was more aware of her body, she noticed that her heart rate had increased.

 "My love, what do you have, what do you feel?" Yoongi asked seriously worried and remembering Woosung's concerned look when the girl entered the bathroom for the last time. "Talk to me."

The pain in her head was joined by some difficulty in breathing. That couldn't be happening, not in front of Yoongi, she couldn't put him through something like that, she had to calm down no matter what.

“Emmy” Yoongi called a little louder and trying to figure out what she needed him to do. That's how he glimpsed that she was trying to pull down her zipper dress, something he helped her with. "Better?" he asked after helping her into one of his t-shirts and laying her down.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Yoongi was carefully taking care of her; however, it was also impossible for her to fall asleep, because no matter how bad she felt, she wanted to clarify something first.

“Letting you have contact with my family is… it'd be safer to enter into a crocodile pit. I'd love things to be different, nothing would make me happier than taking you home, and introducing you to my parents as my boyfriend, but it's not possible, I'm not gonna do something like that to you."

Since the last discussion, Emmy had been gathering enough courage to tell Yoongi everything from her family problems to her addictions. Maybe that's why she had succumbed to drugs with such intensity in recent days. She was more than aware of how risky it would be to say all that to Yoongi, but despite wanting to do it, fear kept silencing her and it was not a good time to fight it.

She couldn't force herself like that, talking about these topics was equivalent to a very intense effort and impressions that her body definitely couldn't bear that night. In fact, she wasn't even able to continue talking to her boyfriend when she had already fallen asleep.

The next morning, Emmy woke up first, it was barely dawn when her anxiety made her get out of bed. She still did not feel fully recovered, but the crisis had passed.

She stealthily left Yoongi's room and found that Jin's door was open, apparently, the actor hadn't come to sleep. The living room continued as she and Yoongi had left it the night before, and sitting down on a couch, Emmy thought about what she would do next.

No matter how much she thought about it, she kept coming to the same two conclusions. Her first option would be to face her reality, share her secrets with Yoongi, and pray that the musician didn't hate her. The second option was to stop fighting and return to Capri. There, everything would be easier, she would be away from her family, away from the people she could hurt with her actions. Maybe it was the right time to leave before she hurt Yoongi more.

But was she capable of doing something like that?

“Did the headache come back?” a voice asked. Emmy hadn't realized that no matter how stealthy she tried to be, Yoongi woke up and after a few seconds, he went after her. "We need to do something about it, freckles." He took a blanket from the other couch and placed it over Emmy's shoulders. Next, he approached her and kissed her forehead.

She had no more doubts, no matter how painful and difficult it was, she had already made her decision. "Yoongs, we need to talk." Staring her eyes at the musician's, Emmy wanted to record that image forever, if that was going to be the last time they talked, the last time Yoongi saw her with that love, she never wanted to forget it.

Until that moment, Yoongi hadn't felt a few seconds as devilishly long as those in which he looked anxiously at his girl, waiting for her to start talking. But if he was having a hard time waiting, she felt that her world was falling apart. But she had made her decision, she had to stick to it.

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One Piece: ep 5 spoilers

damn

First I've got to say that in Sims 3 there's this world that's got a pirate ship pulled up on the beach that you can eat out at in one of the worlds and yeah, I loved that ship. I miss that ship in sims 4.

I really enjoy the chef character too. I mean, yes, the one in charge of the kitchen - his mustache is magnificent - but the - and I never thought I'd say these words together - rebellious flirt line chef - is an interesting character as well and now that Luffy's found out what his dream is I can only assume he's going to become the next adopted crew member since that seems to be the resume for the job. That should be good for Luffy's stomach at the very least.

I also liked Nami's bit of this episode. First the drinking game with Zoro and then her decision not to split the crew with the Jimmy Buffett captain and run off. Both of them were well directed to put the emphasis on her and the actress really sold it with her facial expressions. Usually I'd find the 'only out for herself' girl annoying by this point in the series but she's allowed to be human and bond and have a growing friendship with the crew and care about them and I really still enjoy her. Her still always ready to make a run for it makes her interesting instead of annoying.

I also really like the introduction of the Shirtless Spanish Musketeer. I was all set to dislike him and be annoyed with him because he was so OP and that's usually a sign that he's going to annoy instead of entertain me - the yellow eyes weren't helping - but no! No, by the end of the episode I thoroughly like him and can't wait to see him come back down the line.

And of course we were all waiting for Zoro. I enjoyed him this episode too, of course I did, but he had a very standard roll to play. The actor did it very well, I really enjoyed watching it play out, but so much of this series so far has been new stuff for me that the fight was just a solid part of the story progression, not anything zingy for me. Good and I get why we had to have it but I'm glad we did it so we can get on with other things. I also think having the SSM be his goal is a really interesting bit because I really liked SSM so I'm looking forward to seeing where that goes down the line. I also appreciate that the white sword held up when his own broke. I'm not overly worried about him dying, we're too early in and I'm pretty sure I've seen him in manga for a long time past the first year of it but I'm curious to see how the show plays a wound that bad and its effect on him.

Lastly, still liking Garp. Him being meal fixated is a funny touch and I appreciate it. I also appreciate how he took the time to explain to Coby what was going on. Also like that Blond Guy also took the time to explain to Coby how the world was. Am I getting a budding teammate storyline with them? I hope so. I really enjoy that their interaction can be more than just 'dumb bully' 'smart kid'.

Another great episode. Thumbs up. I'm hungry though and there's no way the bagel I just had is going to take the place of the food I saw on the show. Of to be a starving pirate washed up on the shores of a floating fish restaurant.

[olivereactsaboutgarbage]

One Piece Chapters 238-246

ATE WHO??? Dewey

My condolences to DuckTales fans.

Chapter 238 - Heaven’s Gate

HEAVEN’S DOOR!!!

Nico Robin reveals that the reason the combatants lost wasn’t because they were weak, but because they were high. High in the sky, not high in the drugs. For clarity.

The knight guy asks for some bizarro currency in exchange for being the crew’s bodyguard. Hmm... more than one kind of currency... just like in Fallout: New Vegas... and if I know ANYTHING about Fallout: New Vegas, this knight is a SCAMMER! Okay, I’ve solved the plot. We can move on to the next mystery now.

The knight reveals that the Gravity Modifier is actually not the intended dev route, but a risky speedrun strat that can be used to bypass the mandatory party member death scenes. Neat!

Also the knight gives them one of the plushies from Hades. Except they’re not going to die, so they’re only going to be able to use it once. Because those plushies only refresh upon death. Get it? Get it? Get it?

and then usopp falls to his death because the properties of the devil fruit were the only thing keeping lufpy afloat

...Nah that’s not what happens but that’d be funny though

Wow, that is hilariously tacky in a way that’s impossible to convey through text summary. Very good.

An elderly fairy appears. Lufpy thinks that’s an angel. I suppose contextually that’s logical.

So anyway the fairy reveals her life philosophy: Breaking laws is completely allowed, it’s just that enforcing them is also allowed. So if people feel like breaking laws they can just do it.

Lufpy thinks this is a good idea and begins to break laws.

Chapter 239 - Angel Beach

This chapter title ALSO sounds like a Stand name.

Sanji says that happiness is lame and then does a cartwheel. Nami gets attacked by a bird and is now shirtless.

Uh Nico Robin you just described the blandest most generically accurate definition of the word “adventure” possible. What’s YOUR idea of adventure? Small self-contained puzzles? Anyone who defines “adventure” like that shouldn’t be allowed to be a college professor.

I guess Oda gave up on trying to make speech bubbles not near characters be subtly contextually assignable.

There’s all kinds of wacky and weird stuff in the sky, like a harp playing pet owner named Coins.

WHY IS EVERYONE CHANGING THE DEFINITION OF WORDS???

Coins’ dad is named Papaya.

Chapter 240 - Dial Power

As a Chainsaw Man fan, I would obviously love to do that. With my phone. Ha cha cha!

Lufpy sucks at using jetskis. Sanji shares saving-Lufpy-from-drowning duty with Zoro. Meanwhile, Tony Tony Chopper attempts suicide, I guess, but only Usopp cares.

Nami is good at using jetskis. I can’t wait for Nami to come in clutch during the jetski arc.

Lufpy hates Nami for her jetski behavior. Noooo... the best characters are fighting... I wonder if this is how people with bad taste felt during Luffy vs. Zoro. Which is still not the name that chapter should have had.

I thought better of you, Usopp.

So the crew meets an Echo Flower from Undertale. But button-operated. So I guess it’s more of a normal device. So never mind. There are also ones that can record things other than sound. I can’t wait for someone to inevitably record violence with one of these for combat purposes.

Sanji is eating rotten nasty food again.

Nami goes to the Forbidden Forest because no one told her that was bad. It turns out Coins and Papaya are morons!

Chapter 241 - Heaven’s Judgment

Lufpy has no respect for other people’s cultures.

The Forbidden Forest is full of people who love to hunt humans. That’s nice! Nami isn’t sure if helping the human prey is a good idea. It doesn’t end up mattering because there’s a huge laser beam.

Lufpy sees very far-away cops.

Chapter 242 - Class-2 Criminals

holy shit what a line of dialog

Anyway, cops are trying to make the crew pay almost as much money as there are chapters of One Piece, but they don’t really want to. Nami tells them not to resist authority, and starts assaulting cops.

Lufpy assaults cops too. Usopp says “it was all thanks to me”.

Chapter 243 - Trial

lmao

I can’t wait for Lufpy to recruit a carpenter and render Usopp useless

Anyway, Nami, Nico Robin, Tony Tony Chopper, and Zoro get kidnapped, presumably by cops. Stupid cops forgot to check for Lufpy, Usopp, and Sanji!

Well, all’s well that ends well. I should skip to the ending of this arc to make sure it ends well.

Oh wait, it turns out I don’t need to do that: The cops actually DO intend on causing Lufpy, Usopp and Sanji to suffer. Phew! Wait, that’s bad. Phew! It would have been bad if that were good.

Chapter 244 - SOS

Lufpy, Usopp, and Sanji are evil tourists now.

...What’s Wei Stuff? I truly don’t know...

Wow! Lufpy REALLY doesn’t respect other people’s cultures! COOL!!! <3

Coins turns out to be one of those white women whose special move is calling the police. Now it’s time for a laser beam to kill her! Except Lufpy uses the Hades plushie instead. Now she’s irrelevant instead of dead! Phew!

THE KNIGHT WAS A GOD???

Well, I guess that explains why he had access to Hades plushies.

Chapter 245 - Adventure on Kami's Island 

The Forbidden Forest is trying really hard to kill someone. Poor forest’s a failure! :(

Lufpy and his two friends reach a video game level select.

Meanwhile, Zoro is trying to kill a fish. Also, Zoro thinks starving to death is pretty great. No wonder Zoro and Sanji don’t get along.

Zoro makes a Tarzan reference. Hmm, this is technically a new joke from Zoro, but... if anything, I think his power level just got lower... strange...

Chapter 246 - Satori, Vassal of the Forest of no Return 

Lufpy, Usopp, and Sanji decide they like balls. Usopp’s face gets torn apart piece by piece. Everything turns out fine though, other than the fact that snakes are attacking and everyone is explosion.

An evil ball announces his presence. The evil ball is like a cool martial arts guy or something.

Oh hey, I finished Volume 26. Phew! Now I don’t have to worry about the volume number being 26 anymore! Check back in tomorrow, where I’ll be reading the entirety of Volume 27.

[sandutita]

i totally agree! but to add onto the point "you want to walk around shirtless", you shouldn't HAVE to have your breasts SURGICALLY REMOVED only so you can be shirtless outside. fight for topfreedom instead. it's an issue that's rarely ever talked about, even in otherwise progressive circles. topfreedom is the idea that female-presenting toplessness should be allowed and accepted anywhere that male-presenting toplessness is, which includes places like beaches, swimming halls, public places on a hot summer day, gyms and social media. we need to desexualise, destigmatise and normalise female-presenting toplessness to the same extent of male-presenting toplessness so we can all have equal rights regardless of gender or body type. free the nipple! ❤️

You shouldn’t have to be trans to get any sex characteristic-related surgery. It’s not a limited resource. Plenty of cis men get implants and cis women get breast reductions. From Colby Gordon today and Leslie Feinberg in Transgender Warriors (1996).

[musclelover4826]

Caleb was at the local beach reading. He was fully dressed in cargo shorts, a white t-shirt and sneakers with no show socks because he was pale and a little pudgy and overall not proud to show off his bod in public. Even if barefoot and shirtless was typical beach attire he couldn't bring himself to do that. He didn't even go outside or to the beach often but with the seemingly endless lockdowns and quarantining he was feeling very claustrophobic in his expensive, small apartment. He needed to get out and the beach was the closest place. While the outside air was nice the sand blowing in his face and getting in his shoes wasn't. And it was hard to read with the constant noise. Some kids were running around screaming and laughing as they played, surfers shouted and joked with one another, and groups of people were playing music. It all melded together into just annoying distracting noise. He closed his book frustrated and apparently his agitated expression caught the attention of one of the surfer dudes because he started jogging over. The young man had short black hair, chains around his neck, and was barefoot wearing a wetsuit with the top pulled down exposing his slimly muscled, slightly hairy, tanned chest. This was the exact kind of person Caleb didn't want to talk with. "Hey something wrong brah?" Yup the guy was a sterotype all right. He smelled like a mix lf sweat, sand, and salt water.

"Yes, I'm trying to read and relax and its so loud" Caleb said feeling a bit light headed from the guys scent.

"Readings for like, when its raining or something and you can't be outside, the beach is for fun brah!" The guy chuckled "you should swim or surf"

"No thanks I have no idea how to surf, I'd hurt myself"

"We don't get waves that big brah, this ain't Hawaii or Cali" the guy chuckled. "I could teach ya?" He offered and it seemed good intentioned enough, but Caleb would rather do anything else. Strange isn't it then that he found himself nodding and when the guy offered his hand to help him stand he took it. The guy tossed his arm across Caleb's shoulders. "Names Brody by the way" he said. Of course it is, Caleb doesn't say as he allowed Brody to lead him to the bathrooms. "Can't surf like that tho brah, got a swim suit?" Brody asked.

"No, I don't swim often" Caleb said.

"Bummer, well I got a spare wetsuit, probably better to use that anyway, for body heat ya know?" Brody explains. No way, this guy was taller with a different body type, no way would it even fit. And the last thing Caleb would want to wear would be some sandy sweaty used wetsuit....so why did he follow Brody to his Jeep in the parking lot and just stand there as Brody pulled out a gray and black wetsuit then led him over to the bathroom building. Brody pushed Caleb into a stall and started to pull off his shoes and socks. Caleb should have struggled but felt so dizzy and confused as Brody pulled off his shirt and then yanked down his shorts and boxers. That snapped him out of it as he shook his head and covered his crotch which caused Brody to chuckle.

"We're both guys brah, ain't nothin I haven't seen before" he pushed Calebs hands out of the way and started to force the wetsuit on him. Pulling it up his legs Caleb felt a strange warmth as his legs started to swell with muscle and grow longer making him taller as light blond hair strarts to sprout all over them. Brody put Calebs arms in next they burnt up next as lean muscles grow, not as much as his legs but he clearly worked out. Then Broady zipped up the wetsuit causing Caleb to moan out loud as his cock elongated and his balls swell. His pudgy stomach sucked in quickly hardening to lean abs. His pecs pushed out slightly. The suit fit fine now and huged his muscles and bulge in a tight but comfy way. His skin took on a deep tan as his dark hair shortened to a buzz, just long enough to stick up when wet, his face itched as some blomd stubble grew. His face became more angular and manly as his eyes turned light blue and gained a empty stare. His mind hallowed out as a dumb grin formed on his face, reading, college, being inside all the time, IQ points, vocabulary, all falling into the growing void in his head. His feet, still bare in the wetsuit started to expand, growing longer and wider as the soles thickened and hardened for going barefoot all the time and he chuckled as sand got between the toes.

"Whats funny Cody?" Brody said as Cal....Cody looked at him.

"Our wetsuits are the same size BRO-dy, huhuhuh" Brody slapped his new surfer bro on the back as they left the bathroom to go catch some waves.

[sperotonin]

I wish I could be shirtless at the beach. im barely dysphoric about my chest and I wouldn't be at all if it wasn't sexualized and made people decide I'm a woman.

[asterkiss]

This fanart by @miragexd is so cute that I wrote a oneshot inspired by it:-

Why is Bill in human form? Why is he hanging out with the group? Who knows, this is a drabble so I don’t need to go into that backstory. :p

- COLD EMBRACE

If Mabel had to pick between her favourite season, she would probably say summer after some consideration.

Afterall, summer had flowers, smoothies, trips to the beach, and cute boys in swimming trunks.

That last one was very important as it had given her a prime excuse to see Bill shirtless at the pool earlier this year and had been the first initial step upon the mental ordeal of a mountain that was realising her feelings for the demon.

—She still wasn’t entirely at the top yet. A girl needed more than six months to grapple with the internal realisation of holding feelings for Bill Cipher.

Bluh, she always chose the challenges, didn’t she?

Currently, the brunette was wandering through the woods near the Shack as snow fell from the sky and coated the landscape in a pristine white blanket. She and Dipper had decided to visit all their friends in Gravity Falls for the holidays this year and were currently enjoying their first week of three.

It was also a chance to visit Bill, who was squatting at the Shack until the unforeseeable future.

...Who was tagging along with her right now.

Mabel looked down at her feet as she crunched through the snow, enjoying the sensation of making tracks in the otherwise untouched snow. Dipper had gone off on “not a date” with Pacifica so she’d been left by herself. Not one to stay idle, the teenager had decided to wander off and make some snow angels.

But then Bill had followed her.

And what should have been a short walk a few feet past the treelines had become a lot further and longer as she kept striding on so as to avoid looking back at him.

At least she could blame her red cheeks on the cold.

‘Oi, Shooting Star, where the hell are we going?’

She faltered at the abrupt voice, realising they were by now pretty deep into the woods.  Ah. ‘Uh,  here!’

‘Here?’

Mabel span on her heel and flashed him with a wide smile she hoped appeared genuine. ‘Yeah, here!’

Bill stared at her with keen golden eyes. ‘…This is a ditch.’

She faltered, averting her gaze quickly. Had his eyes always been that scrutinising or was she imagining it? This was probably the first time she’d actually made eye contact with him since arriving.

‘Okay, you’re acting weird,’ Bill said gruffly, folding his arms. ‘You have since the moment you landed in town, what are you hiding? Did you go and get married off to some other supernatural creature again?’

She pouted. ‘No.’ Jeez, you almost marry a herd of gnomes once and you never hear the end of it.

‘Then what?’

‘I’m not acting weird,’ she retorted before jabbing a gloved finger in his direction. ‘You’re the weird one.’

‘I’m an ancient and immortal all-powerful demon parading around in a human body whilst wearing a fluffy parka and earmuffs, of course I’m fucking weird.’

Fair point.

‘And I know a liar when I see one, so fess up.’

She internally groaned. ‘It’s nothing, just drop it. Girls are allowed to have secrets.’

‘Not when it means you can’t even look me in the eye, kid. Jeez, you’re treating me like I killed your pet pig. I haven’t tried that since last year!’

She frowned, eyes sliding in his direction. He had been making a real an effort to act nicer. It was part of the reason she’d ended up liking him before she realised it.

‘Yeah, that’s my chest. My eyes are up here.’

Mabel huffed as she finally raised her gaze up to meet his stare. There were those piercing honey eyes again that she could get lost in. She swallowed thickly.

Bill arched an eyebrow. ‘So? What’s up?’

Her lips parted, struggling to find her voice as she considered actually being honest. What was the worst that could happen? He laughed in her face and made fun of her and told the entire town she had a big fat crush on him?

—On second thoughts, nope. She shook her head frantically.

‘Urgh, you’re so frustrating sometimes,’ Bill muttered, rolling his eyes. ‘Good luck to your next boyfriend.’

Mabel scowled at that, stomping her foot as she glared. ‘As if I’d ever ask you out!’

‘What?’

Mabel blinked. ‘What?’

They stared at one another.

Bill regarded her with confusion, blinking owlishly as her abrupt words sunk in. ‘Wait a second…’

Meanwhile, Mabel felt panic clawing up her throat as she registered what she’d just said and the implications it could lead to. She didn’t like that look of dawning realisation beginning to cross his face.

Time to abort. Mabel out.

‘Bye!’

She turned on her heel and fled.

‘What- hey wait a second!’

Mabel ignored him, skidding partially in the snow as she legged it. Nope, nope, nope.

‘Shooting Star!’ he yelled, voice echoing through the trees as she continued to rush ahead. She leapt over a fallen log in her haste and landed on the snowy ground past it. ‘Look out for the—!’

The rest of Bill’s words were lost as Mabel fell through the ice and plummeted into the lake.

The freezing water instantly soaked her clothing, the cold seeping through her skin and penetrating her bones. She quickly scrambled to escape, her head breaking through the surface as the cold air hit her wet skin. However, she only managed one gulp of air before her sodden winter coat weighed her down again and dragged her under.

Oh no, no, no, no.

Alarm swelled inside her, heart slamming against her chest before something grabbed her by the shoulder and yanked her out of the frozen lake. She spluttered out water as she found herself tossed on the shore, her entire body shivering whilst the teen gulped in greedy breaths of air. She’d only been in the water for less than ten seconds, but it felt like forever as adrenaline continued to course through her body.

‘You…. You sure know how to break the ice,’ Bill breathed from beside her. Mabel slowly raised her head to find him sat panting heavily beside her as he clutched a hand over his chest. He was a demon, so he didn’t get out of breath which meant his current reaction was the result of pure panic and stress.

Mabel swallowed, teeth chattering as she tried to speak. ‘Th-Thanks.’ For not letting her drown a terrifying watery death.

Bill glanced aside at her, still breathing erratically and she found herself frozen for an entirely different reason beneath that gaze of his once again.

His eyes swept over her for a second before he spoke. ‘Take your clothes off.’

‘Wha-!’ Her face flushed, some heat creeping back into her cheeks although the rest of her body remained like ice.

‘Your clothes are soaked, you need to get out of ‘em,’ he snapped, shooting her a fierce look. ‘Lose the oversized coat and get over here.’

He looked so commanding and she felt so cold that she didn’t question him. She shifted onto her knees and tried to unzip her winter coat but her hands were trembling so bad that she could barely get a hold. In the end Bill grunted and leaned forward towards her. She blinked at the proximity of their faces, though he didn’t seem to notice as his gaze remained rooted down as he grasped her zip. He yanked it down in one swift motion that made her squirm for some reason before he leaned away and allowed her to pull her arms out of the thing. It instantly dropped to the floor like a dead weight, and Mabel hugged herself as she now found herself in nothing but a sweater and jeans.

Bill leaned back, offering a hand. ‘Now here.’

Were they going to go back to the Shack? She reached out and accepted his hand, fingers lacing with his before he abruptly tugged her forward into his lap. She let out a small yelp of surprise, scrambling as she found herself on top of him.

‘Oh my god, will you quit squirming?’ he growled, and in the next moment Mabel found her back pressed against his chest as he wrapped his coat around her shivering frame. She hadn’t even realised he’d unzipped his own clothing. She blinked as she processed the fact she was sitting in Bill’s lap. Sitting in his lap whilst he hugged her.

Oh my.

‘W-What are you doing?’

‘Preventing you from turning into an ice cube,’ he drawled, his chin resting atop her head. ‘I think you’ll find as a demon I’m quite warm.’

That he was. Confined between his body and the inner fur lining of his coat, Mabel found she suddenly didn’t feel so cold with her personal demon-shaped hot water bottle. Or perhaps that was because her face and chest felt flushed from how much of Bill’s body was pressed against hers.

‘Oh good, your body’s already warming up.’

‘You can tell?’

‘Yup, I’m a demon. It’s why I’m good at picking out liars.’

Oh.

Part of her wanted to ask why they weren’t returning to the Shack, after all shouldn’t they be getting her indoors? But she rather liked their current position and wasn’t in a rush to disrupt it. Even if it did mean possibly getting a slight case of hypothermia.

He hummed. ‘By the way, Shooting Star?’

‘Yeah?’

‘Next time you confess, try not to run off immediately after.’

Mabel blinked at that. Next time? Was he saying he wanted there to be a next time? His grip on her tightened and she swore she could feel his own heart pounding away through his chest against her.

Rather than question it and ruin this moment she instead managed a small nod as she leaned against the demon and relished in their closeness. ‘Okay,’ she whispered, eyes fluttering closed. ‘I won’t.’

Unbeknownst to her, the demon smiled warmly.

After that, Mabel decided winter was her favourite season. No particular reason. Just cuz.

[sunspira]

ok but i need you guys to stop obfuscating the point of what those posts are obviously trying to say which is that trans men desperately need and want to be able to wear gender confirming clothing and swim suits and summer clothing and be topless because that's the norm for their gender as men and boys. and if you're afab and have been through puberty there's huge stigma around that. it's not worded great cause you don't HAVE to be afab to have the kind of boobs that people consider sexual and nudity most trans women are amab and have the sort of boobs people decide makes you a woman who can feed a baby with them and should be covered up with a bra and shirt. but it's probably the masculine afabs specifically (afab trans men and afabs non binary masc presenting people) who have chests that receive scrutiny and backlash with going shirtless WHILE also having intense gender dysphoria over not being allowed to simply go shirtless when swimming and playing sports. that's what those posts are trying to center which is fine we should have compassion for that. like obviously no one's chest should be seen as inherently sexual but can you imagine how dysphoric it must be to have to wear a one piece or top covering bathing suit to the beach as a trans man. trans men are probably the most in need of awareness and support about this issue because of how mens fashion and society and day to day life involves occasionally and casually being shirtless and not having an eyebrow raised and they deserve to feel while normal doing normal guy stuff and not given looks of horror like they're nude in public. like yes all breasts but don't all boobs matter this when not all chests are treated the same and we all know that when breasts are developed and shaped to look like you could feed a baby with them, that's when they are regarded as potential nudity. regardless if those boobs got their through surgery, puberty or hormone therapy if they look like they could make milk it is not socially acceptable in most places to have them nude and when they look more like you're pregnant and less like pecs people socially decide you must be a girl or woman and expect you to cover up. which is a terrible precedent and very transphobic and cis normative and misogynistic to boot. so of course it's not just an afab non-binary or afab trans man issue. but as a cis woman afab whatever myself with breasts i still think well at least womens gender confirming fashion covers my nipples and doesn't conflict with laws and social expectations and i'm a woman so i don't have to feel dysphoric going to swim. it's unfair to trans women and cis women to be treated as sexual objects for having breasts which is more reason why the entire concept should be abolished. cis and trans women also have big breasts that can feed babies and make people clock us as women and people therefore expect us to cover up.which for misogynistic reasons is kinda fucked up. but at least that's our norm, like im fine. right now it's clearly a bigger more pressing issue for trans men who are afab and just want to play shirts vs skins with the boys. ie want to live without crippling gender dysphoria.

again i do agree it fails to be inclusive and it's a good idea to be specific and just say "trans mens chests are not sexual" but idk to me obviously an attempt to be inclusive to afab non-binary masc people who also find gender euphoria in mens fashion which often casually leaves the chest fully bare. and realizing that most AMAB non-binary people who are masc presenting and want to go to the beach in swim trunks people don't have a problem or any special scrutiny because their chest after puberty is read as pecs. so it's really afab trans mascs and non-binary masc afabs who are most at odds with this social standard in their daily life and saying "afab chests are not sexual inherently" is a decent attempt to simplify it. i can agree that just saying something more specific could work. but let's not rake them over the coals for trying to talk about the very specific dysphoria masc people have when they have the kind post-pubescent chest that people view as maternal & nude and may not have the means to change their body but still want to be able to wear swim trunks and be treated like a normal man

“afab chests aren’t inherently sexu—” please say breasts please just say breasts please please please stop throwing the term “afab” around say tatas say titties say big bahoona bazingoroos if you must

[edie-baby]

to have and to hold | juri vips

summary: Juri Vips was a bastard of a teammate. Mostly just because you were insanely in love with him and his flirtatious ways. Juri senses a change in your behaviour and when things begin going back to normal, Juri just fucks it up again. (Similar premise to the Mr & Mrs imagine with Liam, but different[?])

word count: 2894

warnings: swearing, still. i don't think i should have to put warnings about swearing anymore, it's basically a given.

Working with Juri Vips was a fucking trainwreck. There was no light way to put it, it was messy, it was painful, and yet you could never stop fucking staring at him. Being his teammate in F2 for the past year and a half, the two of you had gotten quite close, to the point where his family invited you on vacation with them when they were going, and you had joined them once, but realised about two hours in, that it was a thinly veiled attempt from literally his entire family to get the two of you together.

And while you were all for it, being forced to spend so much time with Juri, while he was shirtless nonetheless, was a literal dream come true, it was also incredibly painful for you to stop from pouncing on him at any given moment. Because as much as his family thought there was something between you, it was purely Juri’s charisma and character to be almost constantly flirting with you.

You remember the first time the two of you, a few other F2 drivers had come along as well, had gone to the beach and he had seen you bust out the bikini you knew made you look like a hot piece, he hadn’t shut up about it, or you, for weeks afterwards.

“Well look at you, little miss supermodel. I would have thought you’d be walking catwalks with legs like that, not pushing pedals like the rest of us. God, you look like you just stepped out of my dreams and onto this beach. If you keep looking like that, I think I might have a problem to deal with later in the shower.” He had hollered, and many of the guys around you either joined in or had nothing to say but gawk. Juri’s comments had cemented themselves in your brain however, calling back upon them whenever you felt less than top dollar, which you had to admit was becoming more often in recent months.

Juri had noticed your slowly waning confidence, of course he had. His gorgeous view of you in crop tops, little skirts, and tight shorts had turned into oversized shorts, hoodies, and ill-fitting jeans. All of which still made you the most beautiful girl in the world, but there was something missing from your aura, a general happiness that had been lacking since the new season started a few months ago. In the entire time Juri had known you, you were never one to listen to other’s opinions of you, whether they be good or bad, the only people you had ever listened to and taken words to heart from were himself, your parents, and your boyfriend.

Somehow in the span of about three minutes, Juri had tracked the four most likely culprits of your diminished ego. He knew he hadn’t said anything harmful or damaging to you since the season began, as many of your conversations had revolved around racing, other drivers in the paddock, or your family. Your parents, he was confident in, he had met them many times before, and they were always genuinely warm and welcoming, he supposed there might have been another side to them, though he believed he would have picked up on it by now. Which leaves only your boyfriend, whom Juri had zero confidence in.

Tye was nice, almost disgustingly so, but he was also much too proud of being nice for it to be genuine. He would open car doors for you, give you flowers every few months, and once bought you a necklace with a pendant of his name. But you would never forget that he did those things for you, because as soon as you would mention something relatively negative, those few acts of kindness were shoved down your throat.

Juri, of course, was not privy to that information. All he knew was that Tye’s possessive behaviour and complete lack of care for your wishes meant that there was something beneath the surface Juri was sure was the reason for your confidence, or lack thereof.

So when you came into work one day, to continue shooting some videos for the YouTube channel, wearing a gorgeously fitted pair of jeans, and a halter-neck singlet, Juri knew something was afoot. Also notable was your lack of gold necklace and your beaming smile toward the Estonian.

“You gonna keep staring like that, or do you want to take a photo?” You asked, your voice holding the teasing lilt Juri had missed in the past weeks. Without breaking his gaze from your body, Juri reached into the pocket of his shorts, his hand retrieving his phone and taking a photo of you standing there, tight clothes and bright smile in all its glory. He smirked when he saw your barely concealed smile.

“You’re in a much better mood than usual. What happened?” Juri couldn’t help but ask, the drastic shift in your mood was more than intriguing to him. Your smile widened, taking the last few steps toward his position in a chair behind the large conference table.

“I lost 80 kilos last night.” You whispered, leaning in closer to Juri, the glint in your eyes, the proximity and the tone were all so familiar to him that he couldn’t help but meet you halfway, barely three inches between your faces as the words processed in his mind.

Juri glanced down at your body confusedly, trying to figure out where exactly the 80kg had disappeared from. Then, the pieces began clicking into place. The lack of gold necklace, the tighter clothes, the glowing smile, none of which would have been staring Juri in the face if Tye had a say.

“You dumped Tye?” Juri questioned, his eyes lighting up, his raise in volume betraying just how excited he was for you, and himself. You nodded, eyes softening as you watched the pure joy cross Juri’s face. Him being happy was something that always warmed your heart, but Juri being happy about you finally being happy? You were sure your knees were about to buckle.

“I’m glad. I can have you all to myself now.” Juri grumbled, reaching for your hands that were braced against the arms of his chair. With a sharp tug, your balance was offset, and your body was tumbling toward Juri’s. You landed with a giggle in Juri’s lap, his own laughter joining yours and the two of you simply enjoyed each other’s presence after having an intangible wall built between you during your relationship with Tye.

Juri couldn’t hold a taken woman like he loved her, not when that taken woman wasn’t his to hold. And you, how could you revel in the feel of man’s touch that was anyone’s but the man you supposedly loved. You couldn’t break out in goosebumps, or have a shiver roll down your spine when you felt the familiar pressure of his calloused fingertips pressing into the skin of your back, desperate to keep you close. You weren’t allowed to sigh in content when you felt the warmth of his body seep into your skin, or whimper when his hot breath rolled over the skin of your neck.

But now you could. Now, without the moral implications of enjoying another man, you could sink into this all-consuming feeling you have when Juri is near.

“Morning you two. We’ve got a video to film in the garage if you want to follow me?” The social media manager, Georgina,  a lovely woman in her 40s whom you always went to for advice and style tips, poked her head into the room you and Juri were tangled in, a cheeky smile on her face when she spotted the somewhat compromising position. A blush fell heavy on your cheeks, and you were quick to try and scramble away from Juri.

He had other ideas though. When Juri began moving, you clutched onto him for dear life, terrified of falling to the ground even though it was only about two feet. Your arms circled around his neck, your legs fully wrapping around his hips from where you were straddling him on the chair. His large hands came to rest on the underside of your thighs, hoisting you up higher on his body. Your legs clenched around his middle, the feel of his fingers pushing into the soft skin of your legs was electrifying, and you were sure if you didn’t have a video to film, you would have been telling the Estonian to find an unoccupied office to take what he needed from you.

But alas, you had a job to do. So, still wrapped around Juri like a vice, he carried you through the Hitech office, nodding to other staff you passed, and occasionally nuzzling his nose into your neck to get a good whiff of your perfume. Juri had said multiple times the scent was intoxicating and could bring any man to his knees. You may have gone out and bought an extra bottle to ensure you never ran out after that.

After a few minutes, you stepped into the garage with Juri, well, he stepped in you just kind of floated in. The scent of grease, rubber and a slight hint of fuel invaded your nostrils, and you sighed in content. Juri chuckled at your actions, he always loved watching you step into a garage, or out onto the pit lane to take in the smells of burnt rubber. You told him every time he laughed at you that it evoked a calm feeling within you, it was nostalgic, filled with happy memories from your childhood and the memories of races you shared with Juri on track.

“Alright lovebirds, can we get you in these chairs and we’ll start explaining while we finish getting set up.” Georgina stated, smiling fondly at the love between her two youngsters. Juri sat you down in one of the chairs sitting before the cameras, not leaving your side for long as he planted himself in his own chair and dragged you as close as possible.

Georgina explained the rules of the game, and the way you would be playing it, choosing you to sit in the background listening to music whilst Juri answered questions about you. First, they gave you a list of questions about yourself, asking to circle the correct answers and they would be compared to Juri’s during the game.

“Ok Juri, the first question. How old was Y/N when she started karting?” Georgina questioned. She watched you in the background closely to ensure you couldn’t hear anything, but you were blissfully unaware of everything around you, headphones in your ears, legs tucked up on the chair, scrolling through your phone with the occasional giggle escaping your lips. Each time Juri heard the angelic sound, he would turn to look at you with a look so soft it made the entire team’s heart swell.

“Uh, I think she was 10, I know she started late because she had to argue with her parents to let her do it with her brothers, and I think 10 is about the right age.” Juri answered, looking as though he was thinking quite hard about it. It had been a long time since the two of you discussed your start in karting, it was one of the first conversations you had together, and since then you hadn’t had to talk about generic teammate topics. Juri was proud that he remembered something seemingly insignificant from a year and a half ago, but supposed when it came to you he could never forget a thing.

“Alright, next question. What is Y/N’s biggest fear? Is it A, the ocean, B, goblins, or C, heights?” Juri’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head when he heard the second answer, trying to figure out why it was even an option in the first place. His eyes focused on one spot on the floor, his brain moving a mile a minute to analyse conversations he had with you.

“Well, we’ve been to the beach together a few times, and thinking back I don’t think she’s ever gotten into the water. So maybe the ocean, but she also said once when we were looking at a castle that she doesn’t like gargoyles, so goblins could be a thing. But she’s definitely not scared of heights. She’s gone skydiving, bungee jumping and climbed bridges and things like that. So I’m going to say the ocean. I feel like I would definitely know if she was scared of something like goblins.” Juri laughed, his eyes still glued to the spot on the floor, his thoughts flowing through his mouth with little consideration of how they could be interpreted.

“What is something Y/N never leaves the house with?” Georgina was hopeful for this question, she was sure it could be the catalyst for the two drivers to finally own up to their feelings after reading your answer. Juri listened to the multiple choice answers, but none of them sounded just right.

“So, the rings sound the closest, but sometimes she will wear lots, and other times only a few, and when she can’t wear them on her hands, she’ll thread it onto a necklace to wear under her race suit, or something so yeah, I’d say the rings.” Juri answered, turning to look at you behind him, wearing the exact ring he was talking about on the ring finger of your right hand.

“And what ring is the one she wears on her necklace?” Georgina probed, knowing the answer and just wanting to see the way Juri heated up when he talked about it.

“Uh, it’s a diamond ring that has a J engraved on the inside.” Juri answered, his cheeks turning an adorable shade of pink. A smile broke out on your face as you watched Juri, his flustered state always made you giggle as he was such a confident and put-together person usually. As a habit, you began spinning the ring on your right hand around, feeling the shape of the diamonds and knowing the initial carved into the inside was a claim over you.

“Do you know where she got it?” Georgina asked. She was getting frustrated, Juri was much more calm about revealing the intimacy of the ring than she had hoped.

“I gave it to her. About a year ago, and then she gave me a necklace with an (your initial) on it. I wear it every day, and it’s the only piece of jewellery I wear while I drive.” Juri answered, his fingers reaching up to toy with the thin gold chain hidden beneath his shirt. He looked over his shoulder at you, spotting the spinning ring immediately and smiling at you.

You looked up at him, a dazed look as you stared at the gorgeous man in front of you. He could see the stars in your eyes, staring at him as though he hung the moon, and if he was honest with himself, if you asked, he would. There was nothing you could ask of him that would be too much, even if you didn’t ask, he would do everything for you. No one had ever held this power over him, he wasn’t even sure it would feel this good if it were anyone else, but you just did something to him. You unlocked a part of him he didn’t know existed.

You were just, everything. To him. You were everything he ever wanted, ever needed, even everything he didn’t know he needed. You opened him up, poured sunshine into his life in the form of your smile, happiness penetrated his bones because of your laugh. He didn’t want to lose that again, didn’t want to lose you to another man. He needed you, and he needed you now.

It was like slow motion, the way Juri surged out of his chair toward you, his hands cupping your jaw roughly as he guided you to your feet. The laptop on the ground pulled the earphones from your ears, your phone clattering to the floor in your surprise. Your hands reached up to fist in his shirts, not wanting to lose this proximity. You had him in your grasp and you’d be damned if you ever let him go again.

Juri pressed his lips to yours, as soft and warm as you’d imagined them so many times before. You kissed him back with ferocity, the eighteen months worth of emotion poured into a kiss to communicate your feelings in a way that didn’t need words. He kissed back just as fiercely, his hands holding your face still to allow him to do exactly what he needed. You were pliable to his every demand, putty in his hands. Juri had always had this effect on you, every fleeting touch or brush of a hand on your waist made your knees weak and your stomach flutter with the force of a thousand butterflies.

Juri pulled away, barely a breath between your lips as he panted slightly. Your eyes were trained on his lips, the fullness of his bottom lip, the redness from your assault on them making them look all the more kissable.

“So, how about we switch that ring to the other hand and really make this a Mr & Mrs video?”

[xiaosmoon]

what tattoos they would have.

feat. childe, diluc, & kaeya.

warnings: none.

childe.

- i imagine him to be the type with a bunch of tattoos littered all over him in a modern au. but realistically? i could see him having a tattoo on his lower left side abdomen. it would be blank inked of his harbinger mask.

- he wouldn't ever show off his tattoo to you intentionally; mostly because he forgets it's even there. it's on the opposite side of his lil peep hole so you would probably never see it unless he's walking around shirtless.

- childe probably doesn't even remember why he got it in the first place. it's not like he's proud of being a harbinger, even though he uses his title to his advantage all the time. ("i am the 11th of the fatui harbingers. that's why. now go, fetch me something to eat.") more so a symbol of who he is. and that he shouldn't forget what he's done to get that position.

- the first time you see the tattoo you're a bit taken back and confused. why get a tattoo of his mask?

the both of you rarely get time to yourselves. with childe always on fatui business and you caught up in your own work, lounging around the house and doing absolutely nothing was a luxury. you were in the kitchen cooking up a lovely meal for childe and yourself. too focusing on deciding which seasoning you should use, the arms that were slowing making their way around your body surprised you. "hello." you smiled, adding paprika to your pot. childe had just gotten out of the shower and his head was resting on your shoulder, wet hair brushing against the crook of your neck. "ugh childe, you're wet." you wiggle out of his embrace and turn around to meet his figure.

"what are you cooking? smells delicious." childe peers into the pot behind you.

your cheeks heated up at the sight of him. shirtless. you were new to this relationship and this was your first ever time seeing him shirtless. you were quite afraid to speak, scared that your words would come out as a jumbled mess.

he looked beautiful like this. wet hair, bright blue eyes, built arms, and- wait. is that a tattoo? making it obvious that you were staring, childe flicked ur head playfully. "like what you see?" you roll your eyes at the cliche saying and turn back to your cooking.

"i like your tattoo." childe smiles at your comment and hops up on the counter next to you. "i got it a few months ago. i honestly forget it's still there sometimes."

"maybe i should get one and we can match!"

"absolutely not."

diluc.

- this man would absolutely have a tattoo of a bird and no one can tell me otherwise. i can see him going for more of a minimal look and would have one on his upper back. it would be a small bird, nothing too noticeable.

- like childe, diluc wouldn't show off his tattoo but for different reasons. partially because he regrets getting it.

- he also tends to forget about it because he can't see it.

- the first time you see his tattoo would be when you both hit the beach.

it was a very hot summer day, so what a better to do than spend it at the beach with your boyfriend? convincing diluc to come with you was no easy task. this man can physically not vacation. even to mention a vacation would send him into panic. "a vacation? now? but there's so much to do; i couldn't possibly pack up and leave. who's going to manage the orders coming in next week? and what about-"

yeah you get the idea.

but when eventually you were able to convince him, diluc was all in. and at the beach there was no way he would wear his daily attire. a heavy coat and covered head to toe? absolutely not. he was laying down next to you in nothing but a pair of swim shorts and you couldn't deny you enjoyed the view. it was rare for you to see diluc without heavy clothing and you definitely wouldn't mind seeing him like this more.

"diluc, do you want me to put sunscreen on you? i'm scared you're going to fry." you ask in a teasing manner. diluc smiles up at you sits up more. "it's alright dear i can do it myself. thank you for reminding me, i'm afraid i really would fry." with his pale ass i wouldn't let him go an hour without reapplying.

rubbing sunscreen all over himself, diluc meets a issue; not being able to get his back. "dear, would you mind?" his sheepish smile tells you what he needs. you motion him to turn his back to you and that's when you see it, his beautiful bird tattoo. you squirt some sunscreen into your hand and immediately start at the tattooed area. "i didnt know you had a tattoo." "hm? oh, i forgot about that thing."

you smile and continue rubbing until you're done. "it's pretty." diluc blushes a little at the comment. "thank you. now turn around, let me get your back."

kaeya.

- this man. this lovely man. if anyone would have a tattoo it would be him. and he wouldn't just have one, no, he would have two. one on the inner upper side of his left forearm, your birthday in roman numerals. the second one right on his boob (couldn't decide which one) of a pavo ocellus constellation and it would be very beautiful.

- i don't know why he got the pavo ocellus one, but he got the one of your birthday cause he loves you and says it's the "best day in the world." he would totally surprise you with it.

- i feel like kaeya is the type to have a meaningful tattoos and would also flaunt them.

- he'll be at the tavern taking to his drinking buddies and just bring up his tattoos. "hey did i ever tell you i got y/n's birthday tattooed on my arm? yeah! look!"

it was the day after your birthday and you were exhausted. amber threw a huge surprise party for you at angel's share and you were dancing and drinking all night, leaving you burnt out the next day.

jean allowed you the day off so you spent it at home, relaxing and writing thank you cards to everyone who brought you gifts. kaeya's gift to you was the prettiest of them all. a beautiful necklace with your favorite flower on it, made of pure diamonds. you weren't one for expensive jewelry but the one who gifted it to you made it worth it.

kaeya came home that evening with the dorkiest smile on his face. his usual sly and flirty demeanor was not present. "y/n, guess whattttt" he dragged out his words plopping next to you on the couch. you were a bit worried, you've never seen kaeya have the expression of a happy child who looks like they just bought all of the candy in the candy shop. "what is it?" you raise a brow at him. he throws out his arm in front of you quickly, making you flinch a bit. it takes a moment for you to see what he was showing you but oh my, what a beautiful tattoo.

it was your birthday. you look back up at him and smile. "that's very cute of you kae. looks like i'll just have to get your birthday on me too!"

his flirty dark smile makes its appearance again. "can i choose where?"

"no."

[xiaojusaur]

Let’s Get Wet

Johnny x Reader

1769 words

Smut

TW: fiction, mentions of masturbation, fingering, shower sex, unprotected sex

Neo Smut Collective drabble Wet & Wild

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Your brother’s best friend was hot and it couldn’t be denied. Every time he stayed in your house your knees trembled from the thought of seeing him shirtless. But of course, your brother Jaehyun wouldn’t allow it, so he avoided any possible encounter between you two, because he knew you too well and noticed the way you looked at Johnny.

Many nights, in the darkness of your room, you would moan his name while playing with yourself, imagining it was him.

He was home tonight, your brother along some friends had a camping at the beach the next day and since they were leaving early, they were all staying together.

You went to take a shower so you could go to sleep refreshed. You opened the bathroom door and gasped when meeting with an almost-naked Johnny, covering his bottom part with a towel. “OH MY GOD IM SO SORRY!” You screamed in horror, quickly covering your eyes with one arm and closing the door with the other.

“It’s okay, I’m almost finished,” he said with his mellow voice and you saw him open the door again. His hair was shiny from the water and the droplets ran down his toned body. It was everything you imagined in your wildest dreams.

You were panicking, looking everywhere but to him. If your brother caught you, he would either kill you or Johnny.

Johnny was styling his hair in the foggy mirror, running his fingers through his dark, silky mane.

Without noticing, you were staring at him to which he smirked through the mirror. “Like what you see?” He chuckled.

“Very, very much!” You wanted to scream, but you just stuttered, “N-not bad.”

“Please, Y/N, I know how you feel about me. Do you think I don’t notice how you look at me?” He said in a racy voice.

You were shocked to hear those words, were you that obvious?

Johnny extended his arm and pulled you inside the bathroom with him, pushing you against the door, locking it before anyone noticed. He caged you against his body, looking at you with fire in his eyes.

His lips were so inviting, his wet body so tantalizing.

“Tell me, Y/N,” he whispered looking at you fiercely, “do you like me?”

“I- Johnny... Jaehyun wouldn’t allow it...” you explained just to not give him an answer.

“That’s not what I asked,” he said groggily, grabbing your wrist, somehow intimidating you.

“I like you, yeah. A lot,” you confessed.

“I know you do. Do you think I haven’t heard you moaning my name in the middle of the night?” He was making you flustered and was enjoying it.

You tried to talk, to make an excuse, but nothing came out, so you just lowered your gaze.

“Look at me, baby girl,” he took you by the chin to make you look into his eyes. “You’re so naughty. Touching yourself while thinking about your brother’s best friend. What would he think if he found out? Hmm?” He teased you.

“He would be angry, with you and with me both,” you said daring.

“What do you imagined? Tell me what do you think about in the darkness of your room,” he started getting close to your lips. Even though he was wet from the shower, you could feel the heat of his body.

Even though it seemed surreal, two could play this game. “I imagine its your fingers touching me, reaching deep inside. Your body on mine, your lips kissing my neck, while you fill me whole with your cock.”

“Fuck...” he said under his breath. You could feel his hardened member poking your thigh, which made you bite your bottom lip.

“Are you okay with me making it a reality?” He asked for your consent before making any move. So sexy!

“Yeah, of course!” You said desperately.

His expression changed to one full of lust, devouring you with his eyes. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes, please...” you whispered and Johnny didn’t waste any second in crashing his lips with yours. They felt like you imagined, so meaty, so soft. His hand ran down your torso, skillfully pulling the elastic of your pijama pants, arriving to your heat easily.

“Oh? No panties? Such a naughty girl,” he said with a croaky voice.

“I was going to shower, plus, I was about to slee- Oh God!” He interrupted sliding a finger between your folds.

“Shhh... you don’t want Jaehyun to find us, right?” While drawing circles on your clit, he started kissing you again to drown your moans. “Fuck, you’re so wet...”

“Mmm! I wanted you so much, Johnny.”

“Shit... get undressed, baby. Let’s get into the shower,” he commanded and you did as told.

He opened the shower again and then let the towel that was covering his lower part fall, revealing his strong thighs, his big member standing proudly, waiting for you.

“Are you not coming?” He extended his hand, inviting you into the shower with him.

You took his hand, hypnotized by his beauty. He looked like an underwater god.

Under the shower, you two kissed like if it was something natural between you. He ran his hands down your body, kneading every inch of your skin, turning you on more, if that was possible.

Johnny pinned you against the shower wall and guided by lust, his hand reached to your heat. His fine fingers found your hole expertly, making you moan lowly, “Oh~”

He flexed his fingers inside you, back and forth, fast and deep, your eyes crossing from pleasure.

“Fuck, Johnny,” you whimpered in a whisper, trying to keep it low so nobody would notice what was happening. The water running down your body was a plus to the feeling and Johnny looked so sexy huffing to take the drops out of his face. You reached for his member that was begging for attention too, pumping your hand up and down slowly.

“Ah~ Feels nice, baby,” he gave you a naughty smile. “I wonder what that mouth could do,” He was suggesting something.

“You want me to suck you off?” You asked, sounding more like an offer than a question.

“We can do that later, you might hurt yourself here, but I appreciate the offer,” he said and then leaned in for a kiss. “Now, come here. Im gonna fuck you, I’ll make your dreams come true,” he said as he grabbed your leg.

“God, I’m so wet, I can’t wait...” you confessed.

“I love making you this way,” he winked, making you laugh. “You okay with this, right?”

“Please...” you begged desperately.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” he groaned.

He placed your leg on his arm, letting it hang. With his other hand, he held his member firmly to look for your entrance. Your breath accelerated, you were getting ready to receive his all. He was teasing you and enjoying your reaction while he was rubbing your clit with his tip. He entered in you slowly, torturing, so deliciously. The stretch was burning, you wanted to scream but you suppressed it squeezing his bicep, holding on tightly to not faint. “Fuuuck~” you whispered in a breathy moan.

“Mmm... baby, you’re so tight,” he pecked your lips and moved down to kiss your neck, letting you adjust to him.

A few seconds later, he started moving back and forth. You wrapped your arms around his neck, while he held you by the waist. The scene belonged to a movie, with you two connecting while the water ran down your bodies. Every time he huffed or moaned, the drops flew to your face. The sounds coming from where you two united were obscene, making you want more from him.

“God! Johnny!” You moaned a little too loud.

“Shhh...”

Johnny then picked you up, holding you midair, without stopping from thrusting you. The movement made him reach deeper inside you, touching that supple place that made your toes curls. You gasped and he chuckled.

He was going faster now, making you bounce on his dick by moving you up and down. The slapping sound invaded the tiny space of the bathroom and now you were just praying that your brother didn’t go out of his room, otherwise he would be able to hear everything.

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” you said in a chant of whines.

He grunted loudly, his voice echoing in the room. “Shit! So good, you’re taking me so well!”

“Ah! Yes! Yes! Please!” You hissed.

After a few minutes his arms got tired, so he put you on the floor again and then he turned you around, making you hold yourself from the tile wall. He put his big hand on the small of your back as to make you bend, kneading your skin on the process. Johnny penetrated you again, now holding you by the waist with both hands.

The slapping sound of your bodies clashing increased by the minute of how fast Johnny was going and the water was making it louder. You were feeling your orgasm bubbling from your stomach and you let him know. “Johnny, I’m gonna cum, please!”

“Mmm... good!” He focused his thrusts to reach deeper and consistent to help you reach your high.

You felt it, the explosion of delicious tingles through your body, escaping in a simple sigh from your lips. Johnny held you tightly, helping you to stay on your feet. He kept plunging into you until he felt his high coming too. He pulled out and came on the floor, every proof of what had happened there going down the drain along with the water.

“Babe, we should get out of here. Your fingers should be pruning by now,” he said as he wrapped his arms around your torso and kissed your neck.

“Yeah, plus, it will be a little suspicious if you spent so much time in the bathroom,” you added.

“Nah! I actually spend a lot of time in the bathroom. I’m just worried that someone might have heard us...”

“Hopefully not...”

After you dried yourselves and were dressed again, Johnny said, “Maybe we can repeat this someday?”

“Anytime,” you winked and he smirked back at you.

But as soon as Johnny opened the door he found a Jaehyun leaning on the wall, waiting for him to get out. “Enjoyed your shower?” He sounded so pissed, you didn’t even want to look.

Your brother then pushed the door open, revealing you in the bathroom too. You gave him the bread smile, trying to act innocent. “Get out of there, we gonna talk about this, you two.”

[synechd0che]

Hi, so this is exactly what I was talking about, and I'm sorry I gave you even a little benefit of the doubt earlier. Since you felt the need to boil a complex comment down to a single maximally assailable point (nice rhetorical fallacies, by the way), I don't feel bad about picking at your phraseology.

I brought up kink at pride because it's been the subject of a frankly ridiculous amount of baseless fearmongering. And the way you talk about it proves my point. Kids go to pride all the time; I'm not sure why you're acting like it's a uniquely dangerous event compared to going to house parties, driving a car, or, idk living in a family and attending other community functions. Since newsflash: most abuse is committed by people children know, like parents, close relatives, and leadership figures. But please do tell me again how going to pride is "unsafe." Sit there and think for a bit about what that sounds like, and who else in the world likes to paint queer community events as a breeding ground for abuse, assault, and indoctrination.

I'm trying to figure out what exactly you think is so horrible about people being themselves at pride. Of course you bring up the pup masks. You might have to explain (nonsexual) roleplaying to a child, but make-believe games are pretty easy to understand. What else will you have to explain? Maybe the o-ring collars and leather harnesses, but again, that's not overtly sexual, that's people wearing revealing costumes in public. Public sex means having sex in public, not carrying a flogger like an evening clutch.

But really it boils down to the fact that you're uncomfortable that there may be a little nipple visible, tummy hair and ass hair, old people and fat people and people you don't think should be visible in public.

Tell me quickly what is bad about a minor seeing a shirtless Bear in public. They see semi-clothed and nude people all the time in the gym, at the pool, and on the beach. But, of course, those are "normal" naked people, not "freaks" and "weirdos." They're not visibly queer.

All this talk about not "consenting to see kink" - please tell me where you are seeing the leather daddies sucking and fucking, send me their way. You're parroting the same crap used as legal basis for arresting cross dressers, club dancers, and people on the street with their partners - the basis for all of those arrests, stop-and-searches, and harassment, is that "normal" people consider everything we do to be sexual. Every damn thing we do is already sexualized. They do not want to see us ever.

How dare you act like queers are uniquely dangerous toward children at a time when people are getting killed. Congress is introducing bills right now to finalize the censorship of the internet, allowing people to erase queer history and education, sexual education, and anything that doesn't fit into their christofascist world view. They gained the traction to do that by capitalizing off existing "queer pedo" rhetoric and stoking it to new heights. You are literally doing their work for them by normalizing this shit.

"I had to explain to my child what a dildo was" is the left's version of losing your shit over drag queen story time. Sure, people show hole at Folsom. It's age restricted for a reason.

Do not @ me. I have a goddamn degree in public health. My specialization is adolescent development and interpersonal and family violence. Tell me again to my face how the "freaks" have found your (very public) post. Shut the fuck up.

Just thinking about how republicans are going after normie sex shit like "internet porn" and "dildos" now

we fucking told y'all

[redridinnghood]

Kookie🌻

Rafe Cameron x Maybank!Reader.

You and Rafe have a Love / Hate Relationship always getting on each others nerves. Teasing each other. Until you pour a pot of Barbecue sauce on him and you learn something new about rafe.

So I Kinda got attached to the Charakter of JJ's big sister what do you think of her? Should I write more about them? What do you think of a submissive Rafe?

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Relaxed I sit on the beach slightly sipping on a Beer. Kegger as Usual. But I didn´t like getting Drunk, reminded me just too much of my Dad. Yeah being a Maybank could suck but on the other Hand I got the sweetest little Brother. No I don´t argue on that. Named Brother was smiling brightly telling a cute Girl a story when the Kooks arrived.

Fucking Kooks

Stuck up rich people who thought they owned everything.

 

I don´t like them clear to see. But I have to admit that the Boy Rafe was kind of attractive, for a Kook. They haven´t even arrived probably as I heard the bickering starts. Topper says something to Kie about being a bitch, and JJ raises his voice telling him to back off. When Rafe shoves JJ I get up standing in Front of the Kook. “The Fuck are you thinking you are doing? Don´t touch my little Brother.” Rafe was a lot taller than me. But I didn´t mind, the people from the Cut new I got my temperament from my Dad and a bit of his aggression Problem. “And what you plan on doing if I didn´t stop?” His voice was mocking me. Okay (Y/N) chill out. “Listen here Princess if you touch him again I will destroy your pretty Face until even your sister can´t recognize you.” My Voice is Low imitating a growling sound. Slowly I touch his chest I can feel the muscles even through his Shirt. I feel like my Fingertips are on Fire, I can feel how his Breathing Quickens. “Do you understand me Princess?” I step into his personal Space making my presence more threatening. He slightly Backs away. “Fucking Pogue! Come on Boys let´s go” and with that they make their Way back to the other side of the Party. I watch him how he still walks like he owns this place, how he holds his broad shoulders up. Not showing that I just scratched his ego. “That was Amazing!” laughed JJ. “ Yeah I never saw Rafe so intimidated. It was fun to watch.” Kie exclaimed. A big Smile spread across my Face. “ Couldn´t let that Dipshit touch my little Brother” I ruffle JJ Hair and sit back down. The Conversation drifts from laughing about the Kooks to surfing to shit that is not really important. Throughout the night my gaze finds Rafe more than once. Sometimes I catch him staring at me. And I wonder what this feeling deep down is.

This continues for the next few weeks whenever we cross paths, we bicker and we tease each other. Luckily for him it never ended in a Fight. But there was clearly a Tension between us.

Being a Maybank could really suck, mostly at times like this. JJ and Pope drowned the fancy little Boat from Topper. Fucking Idiots. JJ the good soul he is took the Fall for pope not considering we would have to pay for all costs. I mean I´m still proud he did that for his Friend but our Dad wasn´t that amused. My sweet little Brother was covered in bruises and had a split lip thanks to the old Man. Just One year and I could legally adopt him and we can leave that fucking place.

Then he grabbed my wrist and I spun around dumping the whole pot down the front of his shirt. Ready to start a fight, adrenaline was pumping through may Body I was on fire. But in the next seconds it was over it was just Rafe who was staring at me in shock. Nothing that meant great harm for me. Ups. I didn´t wanted that to happen. Angry he stormed of.

Now I´m working at the Country Club, trying to pay off some of the Money. Handing out food on the Midsummer Party casually serving Drinks. The Job was paid good and the work wasn´t hard.

Well except for all the fucking kooks.

Shallow people who try to impress each other who richer is.

Right as I was helping mister Heyward hand out some Food the Cameron’s entered the Party. “They act like they are some Fucking kind of royalty.” I mumbled under my Breath as Pope laughed. “I mean they can, they are the richest in Figure eight.” Mister Heyward spoke softly. He was a good Man sometimes I wished I had a Father like him. Yeah Live is not some shitty Soap. I keep handing out Food when Rafe approaches me. “Well if it isn´t the little Maybank Bitch” he laughed. Just rolling my Eyes I kept working. “You know I saw your little Brother your daddy got him good.” I stopped dead in my tracks and stared at him. “But if you need Money that bad you could work for me, being a Housemaid.” He muses as I stare at him. What the actual Fuck? “ I mean you would look got in a dress like this.” He said coming closer, so close I could feel his breath on my cheeks. “Oh dream on little princess” I said trying to occupied myself again with work. Taking a big pot of Barbecue Sauce to bring it mister Heyward. ”Hey don´t you dare just walk away!”

“You should go and apologize to him. Before they throw you out” I heard mister Heyward’s voice. I grumbled a “yes sir” and went after Rafe. Fucking Kooks with their little egos. Softly I knocked at the Door where rafe just disappeared. Nothing. I knocked again as I got again no answer I just stormed in. The Door fell shut behind me.  

“ Listen I…” I wanted to say something but I was met with a shirtless Rafe. Oh he was defiantly one of the hottest guys that existed. “Like what you see Pogue?” He smirked and I came back to my senses. “ Oh I defiantly enjoy this view of you Kookie.” Carful I made my way over to him looking up at him. He stared back at me as I gently lifted my hand and run it from his neck down to his chest. A soft groan escaped him. “Tell me Kookie do you want me to touch you?” I smirked at him. “Yes” he groaned. “You should ask nicely.” I said a devilish grin on my lips. “ Please touch me” he offered. Nice enough so I leaned up kissing him and running my hands over his torso. Sweet panting noises were coming from his mouth. Softly I bit onto his lower lip and he opened his mouth allowing my tongue to slip in. The Kiss started do get a little rougher. I shoved him Back until he fell with an strangled “uff” on one of the couches. His Pupils were blown and his lips a little red from the kiss. I make my way to him straddling him as I start to leave kisses along his Neck turning into little love Bites. By now he is a moaning mess his hands on my sides while mine travel his body scratching at a view points. “Am I allowed to touch you?” his voice unsteady and submissive. “yes my kookie you are allowed to touch me know.” I kiss him again and feel his giant hands touching me, groping me but they are still gentle. I break the kiss to bite down again on his Neck sucking and leaving a Mark, on Hand slipping under the hem of his Boxers teasing him a little more. He groans and right as I plan to attack his Mouth Again. “(Y/N) where are you?” it was JJ voice. “ Coming in a second.” I yell back to late he just storms in.

His mouth opens in shook but there is no sound. “I.. I will just wait outside. Bye” he mutters  a “What the Fuck was that” under his Breath. He leaves closing the door with a loud bang. I stand up from Rafes Lap and hear a soft whine. “What’s the Matter Kookie?” he doesn´t need to answer I can see the tightness in his Pant. As I thought he couldn´t look any better he sits in front of me like that, disheveled hair, his lustful gaze and the Bruise on his Neck. My Mark.

“ I would love to continue this.” He says quietly. “I can´t hear you kookie.” Grinning at how red his cheeks turn. “ I would like to continue this.” His says a little Louder. “ Alright Kookie leave your window open tonight, I will stop bye.” Then I kiss him Goodbye an leave.

[aquamoonchaii]

•• genre: fluff, angst

•• warning: mentions of alcohol

•• pairing: xiaojun x fem! reader

•• wc: 1.4k

•• collab: Resonance Beach by @amorajae

•• charlie's notes: enjoy this cheesy piece <3

•• summary: you two choose the worst time to argue and separate each other for a while so xiaojun is now a party pooper and he is a sappy drunk asshole. did he even understand what you said that night?

“He is the luckiest asshole in the whole resort.”

“Not as lucky as me, remember I won the tickets to get here in the first place.” YangYang brags and a couple of mocking “thank you sir” echo the room.

“But really, who the fuck brings this alcoholic to his room?” Hendery questions and the man in question scoffs, sitting up just to find all the idiots gathered around him.

"Are you really talking about me….around me?" SiCheng, without a word, grabs his face like searching for something then proceeds to grab his hands and puts them up as he is shirtless. "He is complete, no organs removed or bruises. This guy right here is indeed lucky." Xiaojun furrows his eyebrows as SiCheng gives him a slap on the back, stands up and leaves as everyone follows him talking about what they should have for breakfast but the only rational one stays.

Kun rolls his eyes at his hungover friend when handing him a glass of water with pills he got there. "You know this resort masters at wild parties and strong liquor so why are you drinking so much? The blackout thing and being lightheaded are not sexy nor a good combination."

"I'm a grown man, it's fine."

" I know, that's why no one follows you."

"Don't lie, I heard the bartender calling you."

"...maybe. But that's not the point, how do you even get here?" XiaoJun groans because it's too early for this and he is hungry, thinking how he wants to go home and be at peace. "Whatever, just don't die DeJun. Do you have any news?"

He lowers his head and shakes it, no one really mentions it as they promised to shut up about it hoping he shuts up and enjoy.

Xiaojun indeed has been quiet but drinks one beer and he is sobbing about Y/N once again. Goddamnit. It's been a week of him drowning in his tears and three days of him drowning in alcohol, his friend is really heartbroken and he secretly wonders if this type of codependency is actually good for him.

Kun bites his hand to not call you and ask what happened because XiaoJun won't talk about the whole stuff. You two were basically glued to each other since you started dating and it was a bit awkward but XiaoJun looked happier and you were really nice to everyone.

He wonders if his probably now single friend is going to be alright. For now, he just listens to him talk for a bit and forces him to swallow a lot of healthy snacks so his liver doesn't collapse.

……….

It's been two long days at the resort and everyone is having fun except XiaoJun. He has been basically brought here as another suitcase anyways, one night he has been slurring words about Y/N and how the guys would have to kill him to make him accept the invitation to the resort and the next day he woke up at lunch time with a huge hangover at a king sized bed... at the Resort.

Fuck them all.

Until Kun made some sense because well, they didn't do it to mess with him. Actually, yes but also because XiaoJun was one of the most excited when Yangyang played a stupid lottery and won tickets to a luxury resort for a week. He helped Kun to organize everything for the other chaotic asshats, it was gonna be an unforgettable summer vacation.

Yangyang and the guys approved Y/N so they invited her but no one asked anything, maybe it was because he arrived late at the dorms looking like garbage after meeting you. He remembers reaching them and opening his hand to show them both of your rings, how embarrassing but at least that stopped the questions.

After Kun leaves, he slurs a thank you because he knows he is making this trip a nightmare for him. But a question keeps running through his head, does he actually reach his own dorm by himself?

DeJun can't even stand on his feet when frick an he acts wild almost screaming what he feels because the alcohol softs his vocal chords and makes him rant about his feelings he prefers no to talk about sober.

He doesn't stand up but leans to the little table at his left to search for his wallet and grab a lot of cash, he'll search the person and tip him extra because it's probably one of the service people that looks the worst side of him.

Let's give us some time. It would be good for both of us, DeJun.

Honestly, fuck you.

How is this good?

It was a silly argument that turned into something big as stress and miscommunication clashed, you both hurt each other with harsh words and stormed out in opposite directions. The next day he met you to talk things out and you forgave each other but it had turned awfully when you returned the promise ring to him.

You are not coming back, he can feel it.

Honestly, he wants to run to you and do something for you to get him back. But what if you end things right away? You said something about giving him a week to enjoy himself as the most repetitive thing of him at the argument was you being everywhere and he couldn't breathe.

He sighs, how stupid of him.

Basically, DeJun is the clingy one so that didn't make sense. He was the one expecting for you to come and cuddle him as you bicker with Yangyang as he tried to roast him, you caressing his hair as he played the guitar and sing for you, the little kisses on his cheek when he felts sad, how you didn't leave his hand even when you were paying for the snacks. He loved it, he was the one to search for your hand so you can hold him a bit more.

If you are taking your revenge now, it's working and he wishes once again being at the dorm so the wondering and the waiting eats him alive.

You are not coming back but he is hoping you do somehow.

…….

"DeJun! Are you drunk?" He shakes his head as he arrives at the fun stuff to do, maybe doing something would make him stop thinking about you for a bit. Everyone pats their back as he probably looks like crap and make him go to beach and learn surf.

...it doesn't work but he feels less miserable at least.

No headaches are cool too as night arrives and they are invited to a party. SiCheng bet him 100 dollars he couldn't pass the night without a single shot and he raises an eyebrow.

"I'll be the one who takes you to the dorm, I won't clean anything tho."

"Deal."

The variety of cocktails makes everyone drunk as hell and XiaoJun actually has fun watching Kun dancing on the table as everyone cheers for him. Hendery breaks empty glasses as he tries to do a house of cards with them, he is the one in charge of apologies tonight. SiCheng literally passes out on his lap and he can't move.

Luckily, the staff helps him and takes each asshat to their room and he gets the chance to ask who is the person who takes him to his own room.

"No staff was needed, sir. A lady came the first night and handed me her number so I could call her when you were passed out."

"Uh, what?"

"We allowed it as he addressed herself as your girlfriend. The friend who slept over you confirmed to us she made you arrive safely."

WHAT.

"Can you call her please?"

And there you are coming hurriedly from another side of the resort, waving at the bartender. "Where is he?"

He lifts his hand and nervously waves, you approach him awkwardly and waved too. "So you caught me."

"Why didn't you tell me you were here?"

"Well, you weren't in conditions for it."

"And what's the best condition?" He doesn't know how to feel, but being embarrassed is the first thing that gets the best of him as you saw it all.

"Maybe sober?" You shrugged your shoulders and sat down in front of him, his cheeks heated because he remembers talking to someone about how sorry he feels for the woman he loves. "You really don't know how to listen to me, huh?" He looks at you utterly confused but his heart flutters when you extend your hand to him. DeJun carefully grabs yours and lets out a shaky sigh like he has been holding his breath since you left.

"Y/N…"

"There's no need to explain further, I heard it all with hiccups and everything." You chuckle and caress his hand. "It was too extreme for me to return the ring, I'm so sorry for that. But I really thought a week alone would make us think if this relationship was going well and… I felt awful. I literally made you cookies twice and kept forgetting we were on a break. I am not sure how to ask this but, how did your week go?"

"I literally can't see because of how swollen my eyes are. Never do this again please I'm so annoyed I'm going to cry again."

"I won't I promise, I also can't see." You laugh and he looks at you, your sweet eyes lighten up as he stands up and kisses them both over the table as he mutters apologies again.

"Can you keep it as a secret what I did hen drunk?"

"You screamed my name but I loved it." XiaoJun groans and covers his ears as you laugh, he searches his pocket and give shou the ring.

He is never going to drink again but he makes you write on a napkin a promise to wear the ring everywhere.

[bookstantrash]

Happy bday to the fantastic @perseusannabeth !!! First person I ever got the notifications on here on tumblr and that writes the most perfect fics ever even tho you kill me with the angst sometimes

I really wanted to update P&P for your bday but uni finals are a toxic thing and I couldn’t. Instead, I present you a Nessian HC after the mating ceremony!

After the mating ceremony, Cassian and Nesta stay two weeks at the House because of the mating frenzy.

Given that those two idiots finally admitted their feelings and are over the ‘iT’s OnLy SeX’ bullshit they can’t keep their hands to themselves.

Cassian’s love language is touch and he’d be damned if he didn’t shower Nesta with love 24/7

I’m talking holding hands, kissing her nose, cuddles, snuggling close to her when they’re laying down

He can’t stop touching her and neither can Nesta

She’s not much of PDA but for Cassian she makes an exception

They have wild and rough sex because of the frenzy, but they are also so fucking soft with each other and when they make love it’s always as magical and special when they did it in Solstice

Nesta noticed how Cassian always paid attention when she was brushing her hair, so now he’s the one who does it

The smile he gave her when she asked him to brush it was the most precious thing she’d ever seen

Cassian shares with Nesta his hair routine (because his hair is that good and she’s insanely obsessed with it too) and now they’re that couple who had the best hair™️

Cassian learns how to braid and braids Nesta’s hair all the time when they’re going out.

She only lets her hair down when they’re at home.

Nesta also braids his hair and he loves it.

After the two weeks, Nesta thought they were going back to their normal lives

She was wrong

Cassian informed Rhysand he and Nesta were going on their honeymoon and that they’re not to be bothered for the next month or two

Rhysand obviously agreed because a) Cassian never took a vacation in his 500 years of life b) they deserved it after all the shit they went through

Cassian gave Nesta a journal with their itinerary, but said they didn’t have to follow it and could change some stuff if they felt like it

He did it because he knew how she likes to be prepared and in control of the situation

“It’s my mating gift to you. Feyre once told me you wanted to see the world. I want to show it to you.”

Nesta loved it.

She had given Cassian the other sword she had Made.

“I think it’d be nice if we matched” she had told him while he unsheathed the sword, mesmerised once again how beautiful it was, and he could she was blushing a little

“What should I name it? I want it to match Ataraxia’s name”

“Maybe Silver Majesty” Nesta’s reply had Cassian flicking her nose and laughing

Their first stop was at Illyria

Cassian showed Nesta his house there, took her hiking (a proper hiking trip this time) and cooked for them traditional Illyrian food.

After that they went to Day Court.

Helion was happy to receive them and specially delighted when Nesta asked about his famous library

No need to say she spent a lot of time there

They wore traditional Day Court attire and Cassian almost died when he saw Nesta

Her reaction was similar to his because his muscles were very much on display and he had braided his hair in one of her favourite styles

Next stop was Dawn Court

Cassian took Nesta flying a lot in their stay there

She liked to fly very high, among the clouds, during sunset

She gradually lost her fear of flying in the time they spent there

She knew Cassian would never drop her

He was very happy when she asked him to fly faster and screamed in delight, the wind kissing her face

Nesta also took notes about the Dawn Court architecture and design. She was having ideias to refurnish the House.

She wrote her ideias down in the journal Cassian had given her and transformed it into their trip journal. She wrote about their day, glued tickets from operas, restaurants they had gone to, even the small poem Cassian had attempt to write her

When they went to Winter Court they had a snowball fight, Cassian boasting all the time how he had won that year’s SnowBall Battle

His snowman, however, lost to Nesta’s

They did snow angels (or ‘bat angels’ according to Cassian)

They also spent some quite days inside the guest manor Viviane and Kallias had showed them.

Nesta would wear big sweaters and fuzzy socks and let her hair down all the time

She hugged Cassian when they were on the couch or the fluffy carpet reading or just resting after eating chocolate cake (Cassian had learned how to bake her favourite

“You’re so hot I don’t think we need the fireplace”

“I know”

“I didn’t mean it like that stupid bat”

But Cassian indeed was a living furnace and they didn’t use that much fur blankets because of that

Nesta liked to warm her cold feet when they were cuddling and Cassian would always complain how cold she was

But he always hugged her closer

Summer Court was a bit trickier to go to given Cassian’s banishment

But he talked with Varian and called favours from the males in the Summer Court military that he knew

Tarquin ended up allowing them to go but they stayed in a beach house, far from the city so Cassian would not cause problems

They didn’t care, it gave them privacy and they had their own private beach

First time Cassian saw Nesta in a bikini he spit the beer he was drinking and almost fell face down on the sand

He had seen her naked, but to see Nesta in a red bikini (the exact same colour as his Siphons), hair in a high bun that gave him full view of her neck (‘why was her neck so sexy?’) and large sun hat was a different experience

Nesta also didn’t complain about seeing Cassian only in swim drunks and shirtless all the time

She didn’t like to go very deep in the water because it reminded her of the Cauldron, but when she did Cassian would hug her all time and she’d feel the safest she’d ever felt

They had a sandcastle competition

Nesta won when Cassian accidentally destroyed his

He had been running, his hands full of seashells to decorate it when he stepped on a crab and feel on top of his castle

Nesta laughed so much her stomach hurt and she started crying

Cassian didn’t care one bit because seeing Nesta so free and happy was all he needed

They both got a tan

Nesta’s freckles on her nose, shoulders and back were more visible, her hair got lighter and even her eyes seemed to be bluer

Cassian’s scars were highlighted because of his tan, and Nesta spend an awful lot of time running her hands over them

She specially liked his eyebrow scar

She kissed his scars all the time

It was her way of assuring Cassian she loved him and that his scars didn’t bother her

If anything, they made him even more beautiful

Not that she told him that, his ego didn’t need it

They did not go to either Spring (allergies and well, Tamlin) or Autumn (things with Beron were not good and Cassian still did not trust Eris)

When they finally came back — needing Varian to winnow them back to Velaris given how much souvenirs and other things they had bought — you could practically see how closer they were

They had sometimes fought during their travels but they always made up

They had talked a lot too

Of the past, the present and the future

And when they arrived at the House — welcome back meal already served for them, courtesy of the House, who had missed them a lot — Nesta and Cassian knew they were home

And that as long they were together they’d be happy, no matter the rocky path they had to face