#we’re gonna see how this current situation works out

[twentyonepurrlots]

Are you gonna be able to make it to the Nashville show next month?

I maaay have something lined up. Meaning I’m keeping my fingers crossed it actually works out in my favor. I wanna go so baaaad!

[awrkive]

[TEASER] THE LOVE PROGNOSIS (m) — JJK.

for as long as you can remember, you’ve always been a hopeless romantic.

the girl who’s always dreamt of cheesy encounters with her soulmate, grand love declarations, and a cute little beach wedding to boot. the kind of girl who thought her high school jock boyfriend would make good on his promise of keeping contact until college. that girl who thought the guy she met at 19 at some sleazy frat party wanted more than just sex. the girl who thought that her boyfriend at 21 would finally be The One after he introduced her to his parents on New Year’s Eve. you’re the kind of girl who thought that it was smart to get a boyfriend in her first year of med school and get proposed to in fourth year.

but reality pretty much slaps you hard right on the face, because love, unfortunately, doesn’t come grand — it’s simple and it’s quiet, but it is quite painful, especially when the love that you’ve been seeking for all your adult life has just been right under your nose all this time.

PAIRING jungkook x female reader // mingyu x female reader

GENRE r18+ (fluff, angst, smut) MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

WORD COUNT 1.2k words for this teaser but the fic currently is at 22k words (heavily unedited). the final estimate is around 30-35k 🤓

WARNINGS/MISC medical!au, roommates!au, surgeon!jk, surgeon!reader (they are both 4th year residents and are co-workers), corporate lawyer!mingyu, oc and jk are bffs since med school but their love language is fighting each other <3, jk and mingyu are bffs during undergrad, jk sluts it out quite often😞, hopeless romantic!oc, weddings and engagement themes, the angst is a bit extreme (medium level tbh) on this one, it’s the… yearning? one sided-love?, the surgeons gang: jk, oc, nayeon, doyeon, taehyung <3, multiple sex scenes (will specify once the fic comes out), i personally have only acquired a degree on Bingewatching Grey’s Anatomy so my medical knowledge is.. you see.. greys anatomy 💔 BUT! i did a lot of research for this pls dont crucify me. the full list of warnings will be indicated when the full fic comes out 🙏🏼 anyways warnings particularly for this teaser: drunk oc, implied alcohol consumption, germaphobe jk lol

NOTES hello awrkive nation!!!!!!!!!!!!! i wanted to do something for jk’s birthday this september and this is what i came up with 😭 i am so soooo so incredibly excited to announce this fic to you guys 😵‍💫 ive been working on this on and off since the last week of july and its currently at 20k words so its coming along really well 🫂 its gonna be a HUGEE HUGEEE fic since its estimated to be around 30k words which will be a first for me hehe <3 pls look forward to it and REPLY TO THE COMMENT SECTION IF YOU WANT TO BE ON THE TAGLIST (pls do not send an ask for taglist request 🫶🏼) LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU GUYS THINK!!!!! I WANNA HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS <33333

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“Hey, swing me.”

You tell Jungkook, situating yourself more comfortably on the wooden platform attached to the chains.

“A dollar per minute.” He says, standing up from his own seat and placing himself behind you.

“I thought you hate capitalism? What is this?”

“This is forced labor.” Jungkook says with a groan that you think is a feigned exasperation, since you begin to feel movement right after it.

“You broke my hairdryer the other day. Consider this your compensation.” You look up at him to give him a smarmy smile.

Fom where you’re seated, you realize just how… big his presence is. It’s not the looming, ominous type, though – it’s quite the opposite. When Jungkook surrounds you, you find a bit of comfort in it. A huge one if you want to be honest to yourself.

“And I already bought you a new one. We’re even.” Jungkook squints his eyes at you.

You laugh.

“You’re gonna borrow and break it again.”

He visibly winces. “Touché.”

Jungkook swings you while you talk about your day, just like usual. He asks you about your laparoscopy that kept you from having lunch with the rest of your friends at the hospital earlier that day, about your new scrub cap, and you gossip a little about the new lab tech having a crush on the scrub nurse you both know.

For all his complaints earlier, Jungkook seemingly doesn’t seem to mind having swung you for the past ten minutes now. He’s relaxed and gentle with his movements, and his voice is quaint and soft as he talks to you.

But then you start to feel bad for him so you tell him to stop, standing up from the swing.

“Okay, your turn.”

Jungkook gives you a big grin.

“Nice.”

You chuckle at his enthusiasm when he sits on the swing chair this time around. But when you attempt a push, he barely moves, prompting him to laugh.

“What weak ass push was that?” He says incredulously, looking at you.

You jut your bottom lip out. “You’re heavy and I’m drunk.”

The second time you push him is more forceful but then Jungkook voices out a complaint after the third, fourth, and every single time you do it. You roll your eyes at his tantrums, but then suddenly, you think of a much better idea.

You push him off the swing with all your remaining strength even though your body feels like jelly from all the alcohol you consumed an hour ago.

“What the fuck, __?”

You burst out in boisterous laughter at Jungkook’s state, his hands and knees planted on the ground. He then sits on it, clapping his palms together to get rid of some dust that gathered on his skin.

Without thinking too much about it, you make quick steps over to his direction and situate yourself beside him.

Jungkook looks at you, confused, but you only give him a grin.

“Let’s lie on the ground.”

“What? No!” Jungkook immediately opposes it. As you expected.

You scrunch your face. “Oh! Look at me! I’m Jeon Jungkook and I’m a germaphobe and I’m afraid of dirt!” You say, intentionally making your voice a pitch higher.

Jungkook deadpans. “Pathogens can kill your cells’ metabolic machinery, so, yeah? I’m afraid of dirt.”

You roll your eyes at him and while he goes off about how they can also cause a toxic massive immune reaction, you push his chest forcefully which catches him off guard, prompting him to lay on the ground. Before he can say anything, you take his arm out to spread beside you and you use it to rest your head on.

Jungkook stops his rambling after that.

“See, shut up.” You say, backhanding him slightly on the chest. You fix your gaze at the skies. “The sky is beautiful tonight. Worry about your pathogens next time.”

Jungkook chuckles, and you feel the vibration of his body as he does so, being so close to him. As you peer up to look at him, you see him folding his other arm to lie his head on it.

You smile, going back to looking at the sky.

“This is like in The Notebook.” Jungkook says after a beat of silence.

“Right?” You grin. “And with the pathogens, too.” You tease.

Jungkook laughs, pinching your arm in his reach. “God, shut up about your pathogens.”

You chuckle at the irony.

“That’s me,” you point upwards, referring to a big twinkling light in the sky. Then, you move your finger towards the star beside it. “And then that’s you, ‘cause I’m a bigger star than you.”

You feel Jungkook look at you from his position. “You are so drunk.”

That causes you to giggle, clutching your stomach because you can’t stop laughing at pretty much everything tonight.

“I feel like I'm not anymore. My head just feels like it’s floating but no, definitely not drunk.”

“Whatever you say.” Jungkook says, chest vibrating from laughing at you.

“Hm. Race you to sleep, Jungkook.” You snuggle on his armpit. As you do, you smell a waft of your water lily springs body wash from Bath and Body Works. “Can you stop using my body wash?”

“What?” You can hear Jungkook say, but as he calls your name and more, his voice starts fading. “__? Hey, don’t sleep on me.”

You hum, eyes still closed.

“__, hey!” Jungkook grazes your arms. You can feel your head moving as Jungkook starts to sit, guiding your back to sit upright. He calls you again, gently tapping your cheek to wake you up.

The truth is, you’re really sleepy, but not so much that you can’t hear him anymore or move on your own.

Jungkook gives up trying to wake you up, though, convinced by your acting. Soon, he goes over in front of you, reaching for your arms and placing them around his neck.

“Just put your legs around me, yeah?” He whispers against your hair once you’re glued against his back.

You hum, intending it to sound like a mumble so Jungkook thinks you don’t actually understand.

Jungkook fixes your legs around him, standing up, bouncing a little to get you nice and snug in his back. You smile at the prospect of a piggyback ride.

“I know you’re awake, silly,” He says suddenly, his voice painted with amusement.

You stifle your laughter against his neck, breaking your supposed to be convincing act.

“Race you to the car, Kook.” you whisper into his ear.

Jungkook scoffs, but he doesn’t say anything more until you reach his car. He wears your seatbelt for you, though, and tells you to drink more water from his tumbler.

You fall asleep easily mid-drive.

In the morning, you wake up with a banging headache, your eyes catching the sight of a post-it note on your desk with one tab of Advil.

morning/afternoon stinky i made porridge before i left for my shift just heat it up again when you wake up

ps: your medical bill from my personal care will be discussed later when i get back home. no friends discount allowed

— your angelic friend, kookie

You chuckle at the (annoyingly elaborate) sketch of an angry bunny on the side.

© 𝐀𝐖𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐕𝐄 2024. all rights reserved. copying, editing, reposting and translating any of my works are not allowed.

[meinii]

hellloo!!! can i request a girl/boy/twindad!Caldb? i love your work btwww!! ꉂ(ˊᗜˋ*)♡

“twin dad Caleb”

hi anon! tysm for your requestꈍᴗꈍ I hope you like this!

content: fluff, two babies!

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Caleb had been through countless high-stakes situations in his life—piloting through storms, outrunning enemy fire, and navigating through deep-space turbulence. but nothing, nothing, compared to the chaos of having twin babies

"alright, alright—one at a time!" Caleb pleaded as he held a bottle in one hand and tried to balance his son, who was currently clinging to his shoulder like a tiny, stubborn koala. his daughter, meanwhile, was lying in your arms, sleepily gripping onto your fingers

you laughed, watching him struggle "you were so confident about handling two at once earlier"

Caleb shot you a look over his son’s head "listen, I’ve flown through storms, and I still think this is harder"

your son babbled something incoherent, tiny hands patting Caleb’s cheek

Caleb sighed dramatically "at least my co-pilot here agrees"

your daughter let out a soft giggle, curling up against you

Caleb glanced at the little girl in your arms, his eyes softening

"she’s definitely your kid," he muttered "look at her. so calm, just like you"

you smiled, pressing a kiss to her forehead

"and he’s all yours" you teased, nodding toward your son, who had now latched onto Caleb’s jacket zipper with an iron grip

Caleb chuckled, shifting his son into a more comfortable position "yeah, well, can you blame him? I’m pretty great"

your son squealed in agreement, making Caleb grin

_

Caleb had been waiting months for this moment

the tiny pilot uniforms had arrived in the mail weeks ago, but today, he finally had the chance to put them on the twins. you watched, amused, as he carefully dressed them—handling them as if they were made of glass

"okay, little guy, arms up" he instructed, slipping his son’s tiny arms into the miniature flight jacket, just like Caleb’s real one.

his son let out a delighted squeal, kicking his legs excitedly

meanwhile, you were helping your daughter into her own uniform—hers a tiny replica of Caleb’s official pilot attire, complete with a name patch that read “CAPTAIN [HER NAME]”

when both twins were finally dressed, Caleb stepped back, taking in the sight with the proudest grin imaginable

"look at them!" he said, hands on his hips "future pilots for sure"

you raised an eyebrow "they can’t even walk yet"

Caleb scoffed "details, details. walking is just pre-flight training"

your son babbled in response, clapping his hands

"see? he gets it"

you chuckled, shaking your head as Caleb lifted both babies up into his arms, making them “fly" around the room while they giggled

_

building legos with babies was a mistake.

or at least, that’s what Caleb realized after the twins immediately tried to eat the pieces.

"hey, hey, nope—not for chewing" Caleb said, gently prying a lego block from his son's mouth.

you sat beside your daughter, who was far more interested in watching than participating, her big eyes blinking up at you as you held a piece in front of her "here, sweetheart, try putting this one on top."

she grabbed the block with her chubby little fingers and smacked it against the tower Caleb was building. it immediately fell apart

Caleb groaned dramatically, clutching his chest "betrayal!"

your daughter giggled at his reaction, reaching for another block—only to throw it at her brother instead

"oh, we’re starting fights now?" Caleb teased, setting down his son to sit between you both. "okay, okay—new plan. mommy and daddy build, and you two supervise"

your son clapped his hands

your daughter grabbed a block and tried to chew on it again

"close enough" you said with a laugh

Caleb sighed, kissing the top of her head "one day, kiddo, I’m gonna teach you how to build the best damn spaceship out of legos"

your daughter responded by drooling on his sleeve.

Caleb winced "great. Thanks for that, sweetheart"

you laughed "consider it a pilot’s initiation."

_

Caleb loved bedtime.

it was one of the rare times the twins were calm, and he cherished every moment of it

tonight, he was sitting on the rocking chair in the nursery, both babies bundled up in their matching star-patterned onesies. your son was in his arms, already dozing off, while your daughter was nestled against your chest, blinking sleepily

"alright, little co-pilots," Caleb murmured, adjusting the book in his lap "tonight’s story is about the bravest little pilots in the galaxy"

you smiled, settling beside him on the chair "that sounds familiar."

Caleb smirked "it should. I wrote it."

your daughter let out a tiny yawn, curling up against you

Caleb began reading in a soft, steady voice, his hand gently rubbing your son’s back as he spoke

"once upon a time, in a sky filled with endless stars, there were two little pilots—strong, smart, and brave…"

as he continued, you felt your daughter’s breathing slow, her tiny fingers still curled around your sleeve. Your son shifted slightly in Caleb’s arms, then let out a deep sigh, completely relaxed

by the time Caleb finished the story, both twins were fast asleep

he let out a quiet breath, pressing a soft kiss to his son’s forehead before glancing at you. his expression was filled with so much warmth it made your heart ache

"can you believe we made them?" he whispered

you smiled, brushing a gentle hand over your daughter’s soft hair."yeah. pretty amazing, huh?"

Caleb’s gaze softened even more as he leaned over, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips

"yeah," he murmured "the best thing I’ve ever done"

[lvrrgirlll]

Dublin in ecstasy // wanted to write something silly for st patrick’s day so here’s this (two days late...)

paring: artrick x fem!reader

word count: 3.5k

warnings: oral m and f receiving, spitroasting, drunk sex, hastily proofread lol

a/n: this is highkey all over the place so keep in mind i am NOT claiming this to be my best work by any means lol... just something silly for the holiday (I say that and then I somehow ended up writing 3.5k words but that's besides the point)

The circumstances couldn’t have been more perfect. Art had decided to do a semester abroad in Ireland while Patrick conveniently was playing tournament in Dublin. And better yet, it all lined up over St. Patrick’s Day.

“C’mon man, it’s my fucking day after all,” Patrick insisted as he stretched out his arms as if basking in his own glory. The two men were holed up in Art’s dorm, a single, of course, since the Europeans always seemed to have more class when it came to university living situations.

“You’re playing the day after tomorrow and I’ve got a mountain of assignments I’m behind on. We’re not getting drunk tonight,” Art retorted quickly, shooting Patrick a stern glance. This hard front, though, swiftly melted when Patrick brought his hands to Art’s shoulders, leaning down so he was at eye level as Art sat at his desk.

“You don’t wanna help me celebrate my day?” He gave him a puppy dog stare, really trying to break down his best friend’s cool exterior. And he knew deep down that Art could be like putty in his hands if he played his cards right. Art’s eyes scanned Patrick’s dramatized expression, leaving him sighing in resignation.

“Fine,” Art groaned, rolling his eyes. “Can we just take it easy though?”

“Yeah man, sure. Whatever you want.”

Art should’ve trusted his gut when he had even an inkling that they wouldn’t be taking it easy. It was St. Patrick’s Day in Dublin for fucks sake. Patrick had outfitted them both with hastily made (sharpied on) “kiss me I’m Irish” shirts much to Art’s protest.

“It’s gonna be a let down when girls see me in this shirt and then hear my American accent,” Art huffs, tugging at the ends of the shirt.

“Nah man, it’s a conversation starter. You just have to be a conversation continuer. Plus, it’s straightforward. It’s a holiday. Girls will kiss you if your shirt says so.” Patrick seemed very confident about that.

“I’m like one-sixteenth Irish man, this feels like false advertising.”

“Forget about it, it’s not like I’m Darby O’Gill or anything, it’s just a t-shirt.”

Art sighed yet again, feeling more and more like this was a bad idea. His mind changed, however, when he and Patrick saw you from across the pub.

They’d been there for about an hour now, standing off to the side, pints of Guinness in hand, trying to feel out what kind of night it’d be. Of course, Patrick was eyeing nearly every girl in the place, most of them with their strong Irish boyfriends, though, but he wasn’t really interested until he noticed you.

You were notably without a boyfriend, currently arguing with the bartender about the pour on your Guinness. Both Art and Patrick were awestruck. The way you were so passionate was admirable, and it definitely helped that, to the both of them, you were the most beautiful girl in the place.

“I’ll be back, don’t wait up too long,” Patrick murmured, slipping away from Art and towards you.

Art stammered, trying to think of a way to stop Patrick, but Patrick just turned around, reminding him how he wanted to “take it easy” tonight. Damnit. Art was eating his own words.

“You seem like you know your beer,” Patrick mused, trying to seem nonchalant from behind you. You turned and he had to physically restrain himself from letting his jaw go slack. From a distance you were already something else, but up close, even a ladies man like Patrick would be flustered.

“Not really. I just know when they’ve screwed me giving me more air than actual drink,” you joked, taking the handsome stranger in as you turned around.

“I like a girl who knows what she wants.” It was excessively bold, but Patrick had already downed two pints, quickly going on three, and was feeling ballsy.

He watched as your eyes flitted down then, reading the messily written words on his shirt. You giggled. “Are you really Irish? You don’t have an accent,” you asked then, an eyebrow quirking up as you looked up at him.

“As Irish as you want me to be,” he chuckled before shaking his head. “No, really, I’m like 10% Irish. It hardly counts.”

A smirk flashed across your lips as you shot him a devious look through your lashes. “So I shouldn’t kiss you then?” That left him grasping for words, unsure where to take this. Of course, he wanted to kiss you. But his desperation (and slight drunkenness) was getting in the way of his sarcastic, charming banter.

Just in time, though, Art swooped in, much to Patrick’s dismay. “Hi, uh… I saw you from across the room, I just wanted to come say you’re, uh, really beautiful.” Smooth.

Patrick stifled a chuckle, giving Art a skeptical glance from behind you. Art’s eyes narrowed briefly as he glanced at Patrick, a subtle sign that the game was on, but you didn’t miss it.

“Do you two know each other?” You looked between the two of them, brows furrowing as you took a sip of your drink.

They had to give in, of course. The pair formally introduced themselves, gave you the whole spiel about how they go way back and they both play tennis, and Art was sure to mention that he was there for school (selfishly hoping that would impress you).

“So what are you doing in Ireland,” Art asked, ever the gentleman.

“I’ve taken a semester off of school to travel. I guess I’m sort of seeking new experiences; new opportunities, y’know.” You couldn’t help but notice that as you spoke both of them seemed to be hanging off of every word.

“New experiences, huh,” Patrick repeated, smirking before taking a heavy swig from his drink. He didn’t miss the wink you gave him from over the rim of his glass, but he decided to keep any more comments to himself for the time being.

Art kept the conversation going, mostly because he was drunk too at this point and he didn’t want you to leave. You talked for a while, the pub slowly getting more and more crowded (it was St. Patrick’s Day after all), until you were abruptly run into, causing you to spill your drink all over yourself.

“Fuck,” you cursed, the cold of the drink running down your body and soaking right through (and staining) your now see-through white shirt.

Neither Art nor Patrick knew exactly what to do, but Patrick ran to your rescue immediately, shouting at the guy who had run into you. Art had, more passively, made a break for the bathroom, getting paper towels. It was all no use, though. You were soaked; cold, wet, and uncomfortable. And it was looking like Patrick was on his way to a bar fight.

That’s how the three of you ended up stood outside the bar, you clutching your jacket around your body, Patrick pouting about getting you guys kicked out, and Art feeling sorry that he couldn’t help either of you more.

Patrick moved for his pocket, pulling out his pack of cigarettes and holding it in your direction. Though you didn’t typically smoke, you took one. It had been a night. As Patrick held his lighter up to the end of the cigarette, you two exchanged glances, still lust filled despite the unsavory events that got you here.

All of you sat in silence, taking steady drags off the cigarettes until you laughed, a dry, sarcastic little laugh. “Y’know what’s great?” You looked in their direction. “I don’t even live around here. I came cause I’ve got some friends here, but they all ditched me for their boyfriends and now I’ve got to take the bus home like this,” you spoke frustratedly, looking down at your state. That’s when a sneaky little idea came to Patrick.

“Well, my hotel’s only a 5 minute walk from here. Come shower there, you can dry off and then you can take the bus back to wherever it is,” he nearly insisted. Art shot him a look that you couldn’t quite discern, but Patrick didn’t seem moved by it. “What do ‘ya say? It’s not a bad idea…” he gave you those same puppy dog eyes he had given Art before, and damnit, they really did work. Patrick Zweig could convince the Pope to convert if he wanted to.

“Sure. Yeah, ok, lead the way.” Obviously, you knew deep down that this would not just be some sort of act of convenience and kindness, but hey, you weren't really opposed to that.

On the walk over, Art huddled up close to Patrick, whispering endless questions and concerns. "Dude, what am I supposed to do? Walk of shame back to my place while you get to fuck her?" He snuck a glance back at you trying to make sure you hadn't heard him. Patrick slung an arm around him, though, pulling him in closer.

"Don't you worry, Artie," his tone was mocking, but still somehow reassuring. "Let St. Patrick handle it. I have a feeling both of us will be getting lucky tonight." Art rolled his eyes, absolutely sick of the holiday related talk, but he took it in stride, trusting his friend (against his better judgement). It's not like they hadn't talked about sharing girls before. Maybe it really was that Irish luck that had sent you their way.

Back at Patrick's hotel, which was much nicer than you had expected (it was on his parents' dime, after all), you made a break for the shower, dying to free yourself from the confines of your drenched shirt. While you showered, the guys were talking strategy.

"So if it turns out she is only into one of us, then what," Art asked from the armchair in the corner.

"Then one of us gets to fuck her, obviously. If it comes to it, I'd get out of here for you." Art shakes his head at Patrick's crude words. "But like I said earlier, I think we could both luck out tonight. I mean, she did say she was looking for new experiences after all..."

"Right," Art quipped sarcastically. Both of them in their drunkenness had failed to realize that the water had stopped running, though.

"Imagine the noises she'd make...fuck man. And the way she'd probably give you the best head of your life. You saw her lips, right?"

"Jesus, Patrick, you've gotta stop,” Art sighed, a light laugh escaping though.

"But I'm right, right?" A silence lingered between the two before Art looked to Patrick, a goofy smile painted across his features.

"Yeah. Yeah, you are. I wouldn't make her do that, though. I mean, she seems like she'd be more into receiving than giving anyways, y'know..." And Patrick nodded. He knew exactly what Art meant.

Just then, the bathroom door clicked, making the boys' heads snap back in your direction. Now in only Patrick's t-shirt, which he had promptly stripped off and offered you when you got to the hotel, you padded out of the bathroom.

“Shit, did you hear that,” Art asked, embarrassed. Clearly, he couldn’t have been that embarrassed though, his eyes raking down your bare legs hungrily. Patrick, similarly, took no discretion in ogling you, leaning back and smiling like a cat who got the cream.

“You look good in my shirt, babe.” The nickname was maybe a bit much, but then again, when was Patrick ever afraid of too much?

Taking a seat on the bed, you smiled, looking down at the shirt again, chuckling lightly to yourself.

“You’d look better with it off, though…” he mutters under his breath, loud enough so you could hear it.

One thing led to another and now you, Art, and Patrick were all on the bed, Art kissing your neck and along your jaw while Patrick had lifted up your shirt and was paying close attention to your tits. It was unfamiliar, feeling two sets of lips on you at once, but there was something so euphoric about it too.

“Have you guys done this before-,” a slight gasp escaped your lips, cutting you off. “Shared the same girl?” Art hummed a quick ‘no’ against your skin, but Patrick didn’t even move to speak, only shaking his head ‘no’ as he continued to mouth at your hard nipples.

Patrick pulled away, taking a second to watch the way his best friend sucked at your neck, sure to leave a spot. Call him a cuck, but he felt harder than he’d ever been.

Nestling in behind you, he pulled you in away from Art so you were leaning against his bare chest. He dragged his hands up your waist to your tits, massaging them while placing little kisses along your shoulders. “C’mere Art…” he beckoned. Patrick’s big hands reached down, spreading your legs and holding them open.

Art practically scrambled up to you, a hopeless look in his heavily lidded eyes. You’d lost your shirt long ago, now only in a pair of lacy (soaked) panties.

He pulled them to the side, running a finger through your folds. His fingers were cold causing you to inhale a sharp breath. “Fuck…” he sighed, looking over your shoulder at Patrick. “She’s perfect.” Art slipped your panties down your legs, you helping a bit to kick them off your ankles, and pocketed them, not missing Patrick’s look of impressed approval. He leaned down, then, his fingers returning to your slick heat. He prodded at your hole, pushing one, then two fingers in, the feeling of you tightening around him sending a rush to his cock. He pumped in and out at a rapid pace, making your chest heave and your eyes flutter shut.

He leaned in closer to you, tonguing at your clit, absolutely obsessed with the way you were moaning with your head settled back against Patrick’s shoulder. He licked thick stripes along your pussy, fingers so deep inside you that it was hard to keep your legs spread, squirming and whimpering like a mess. “Fuck, Art… t- too much. M’ gonna… fuck, gonna cum.” That only encouraged him, pressing his face into you with so much dedication. You could feel his nose rub against you as he tongued around your hole, still filled by his fingers. Your hands tangled in his hair while Patrick kissed your neck feverishly, still holding your legs open for Art.

When you came, it was ecstasy. You felt like you were melting into Patrick as you leaned back into him, hips bucking up against Art’s face. Your legs were shaking as Art pulled his fingers out, still sloppily licking into you.

“Okay man, don’t get greedy,” Patrick murmured, pushing Art’s head away boyishly and pulling you up to sit up a little more. You giggled, still a little blissed out but wanting more, wanting to impress them.

“Here,” you started, moving onto all fours. “Let me return the favor.” Art was now in front of you, hard as a rock, while Patrick was left behind you, staring at your glistening pussy. You arched your back a little, ass in the air as you looked back at Patrick. “Well don’t just stand there…”

Patrick found his place behind you, the sound of his zipper coming down music to your ears as you worked on ridding Art of his pants. When you looked up at him, he was blushing, and you couldn’t tell if it was from the alcohol doing it to him or the situation at hand. He let out a shuttered breath when you slid his boxers down, his length slapping up against his stomach.

You bit you lip, eyeing his cock and noting the way his tip was pink and leaking precum. "Artie," you say, looking up at him doe eyed as if you weren't about to get spitroasted by two best friends.

"Y- yeah..." he replied, looking down at you pathetically, mouth hanging open as he waited for your reply.

"It's really pretty," you lilt before licking from the base to the tip. His eyes screw shut immediately and he makes a sound unlike any you'd heard before.

Patrick, clearly over the praise for Art, though, thrusts into you with no warning, bottoming out quickly and leaving you gasping for air. "Fuck, warn a girl next time..." you sigh as he stills, the feeling of being completely full overwhelming, but exciting.

"I'm so good I need a warning? I haven't even started moving, babe." Patrick speaks with a mocking tone, but you eat it up. Art, feeling left out then, reaches for your jaw, guiding your lips to his cock again. Everything he does, he does with a gentle, polite sort of touch, and you can admire that, especially when it's so starkly contrasted by Patrick.

When you finally take Art into your mouth, it's hard to miss the way his abs ripple while his cock twitches. You could tell he was long when you looked at it, but you realize just how long when his tip is forcing itself against your throat.

Unbeknownst to you, the two boys exchange looks, Patrick mouthing a '3...2....1' before they both started moving in tandem. Patrick's pace was quick and you could feel just how big he was by the stretch. Art, as if he wanted to outdo his friend, was now uncharacteristically bullying his cock down your throat. Though in true Art fashion, he combed a hand through your hair slowly, sweetly, as if he wasn't practically defiling you.

You couldn't help but gag, the sound only encouraging the two men. "She's so tight, man. You've gotta feel her pussy," Patrick huffed.

"You...were...right..." Art panted, lost in the feeling of your lips wrapped around him. "It's like she was made for this..." He almost felt guilty for being so crass... almost. But he was nothing if not easily influenced by his friend.

"Oh- she definitely liked that," Patrick slurs. "She's squeezing me so tight man -fuck." His hands were firmly holding your hips in place as the sound of skin slapping filled the room, his pace unrelenting.

And with each thrust from Patrick, you only pushed further down onto Art, now a drooling, gagging mess beneath him. You could hardly tell now, unable to focus in light of the mess being made of you, but Art kept a hand holding your jaw, caressing it even, as if to silently say 'good girl'.

Noticing your squirming, Patrick knew you were close. He reached a hand around to your clit, thumbing at it in swift circles and grunting like a mad man when you tightened around him. "Fuck, you like that baby? I know you're close... shit- I can feel it."

With Art still stuffing your mouth, all you could do was nod rapidly, pushing back onto Patrick now. Feeling him hit that spot over and over again, you lost yourself a bit, legs getting shaky as you moaned and whined around Art's cock. And then it snapped, that tight feeling in your stomach released as you came hard around Patrick's cock.

Patrick, reveling in the feeling, kept thrusting in and out, each thrust getting sloppier and more shallow. "Shit, don't worry babe," he breathed out heavily. "I'll -fuck- I'll pull out." But right as he moved to do so, you pulled off of Art abruptly, turning to face Patrick shaking your head. Your lips were swollen and glimmering as you shook your head desperately at Patrick.

"I'm on the pill," is all you said, turning back to Art then. You kissed at his tip before taking him back, deep down into your throat. When Patrick pushed back in, it was like the first time again. In pulling out for even a few seconds, he'd forgotten how good you felt, how tight and warm and wet you were.

And when Patrick's hips began to stutter, the feeling of him completely overstimulating you, he made sure to look Art right in the eyes. "Fuck," he gasped, staring right at his flushed, sweating friend as he came inside you, filling you up.

The image of Patrick, jaw slack and making eye contact, drove Art over the edge. Without any sort of warning, you could suddenly feel hot ropes of cum shooting down your throat. He pulled out a bit prematurely, some of his cum spurting onto your lips too, but you made sure to look up at him and lick it up like a champ.

"Holy shit..." he mumbled.

"Holy indeed..." Patrick hummed, pulling out and settling on the bed behind you.

Once you were cleaned up, the three of you nestled into bed, you drifting off in their arms quickly, completely spent from the night's activities. Before either boy could fall asleep, though, Patrick startled Art by ruffling a hand through his hair.

"What's that for," Art asked, bewildered.

"I told you St. Patrick would deliver."

[mayrose713]

Beautifully Cruel World-Chapter 3

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Warnings in the Series Masterlist as well as any other information needed

I feel like this chapter was more just a filler chapter but we'll being getting somewhere soon I promise.

Chapter 3

Minho was right, both the sweatpants and shirt were too long on her. She had to roll the waistband a few times so she won’t be tripping over them. After looking herself over in the mirror as she’s sure she’s gonna be meeting the rest of the pack soon. She hesitates at the door before opening it, finding Minho leaning against the back of the large sectional couch. 

“I’ll show you to the room you’ll be staying in.” He starts to walk to the stairs and occasionally looks back to make sure she’s following. 

He tells her whose room is whose as they walk past each door. Once they get to Jisung’s door she knows the open door next to it is where she’ll be staying and the door after that must be Changbin’s. She follows Minho into the room where Chan, who is holding a few blankets, is talking to Felix who is adding pillows and blankets to the bed and scenting them. 

“Hey, I see Min gave you some of Hannah’s clothes.” He smiles but it doesn't last long as he sees the bandage on her upper arm.

“We need to talk.” Minho tells the older alpha before walking out of the room and waits for him in the hallway.

Felix frowns as he watches Chan move to the omega and hands her the blankets and pumps out soothing pheromones to calm both of them. “I’ll be back in a few, why don’t you show her what you were setting up Lixie.”

Chan joins Minho out in the hallway, shutting the door behind him and Felix shakes off any negative emotions before smiling at the omega. 

“I know sometimes it can be hard sleeping in a new and unfamiliar place so I thought you could use some extra blankets and pillows. Maybe make a temporary nest for while you’re here.” He explains to her gesturing to everything he has on the bed. “I know I’m not an actual omega but everyone always assumes I am at first and says I act like one so I scented some of it to hopefully help you feel comforted.”

“Thank you Felix, I appreciate it. I had thought you were an omega at first. Jisung too, but I realized sooner about him than you that he wasn’t.” Y/n explains as she notices the blankets that Chan gave her smells like him as she brings them up to her face a bit.

“We’re pretty used to that.” Felix smiles as she sniffs the blankets. “I had Channie scent those ones, I wasn’t sure if you would want them in the nest or not so I was just having him hold them until you came. I know you’ll probably change it up to how you like your nests but I just couldn’t help myself to kind of start one for you. I’m big on nesting, especially if it’s to help someone.”

Y/n examines the nest and tries to hide any negative emotions she’s currently feeling due to her own lack of omega experience and hands Felix the blankets she’s holding. 

“I like how you did it. Add these ones too?” 

Felix smiles and adds them to the nest. Situating a few things before he settles back on his knees satisfied with his work.

“Don’t be afraid to change anything if you need to, it is your nest after all. I just want you to feel comfortable and have a safe place.”

The omega smiles as she climbs into the nest with him.

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 “What’s wrong Min?” Chan closes the door behind him so the younger two won't overhear the conversation.

“We need to make an appointment for her to see Dr. Hajoon.” He tells him and the older alpha frowns.

“How bad are her wounds?”

“I’m sure you noticed that I had to bandage her upper arm.” Minho growls still angry about the situation. “Besides the bruising on her wrist she had more bruising on her upper arm and a nasty gash. Her entire side from her chest to the top of her thigh is bruised too. She may have a broken rib.” Chan clenches his fists and breathes deeply, nodding as he listens. “She said she fell down a flight of concrete stairs. She never confirmed nor denied it but I’m sure she was pushed. By who or why I don’t know.”

“I’ll call her and see if she can get us in tomorrow. Changbin and I have to go into the city for a meeting anyway so we’ll take her with us to the office and take her to her appointment after.”

Minho nods, still trying to keep calm, not wanting both his and Chan's scents to affect anyone else in the area. Especially the two who are most likely omega bonding right now.

“Changbin is also calling for a pack meeting before dinner. Some aren’t happy about the situation.” 

“Yeah I figured.” Chan sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Hyunjin didn’t seem too happy when he greeted us at the door. And I haven't seen Seungmin or Jeongin since we’ve gotten back.”

“The pups are with Changbin right now, Jisung went and joined them too.” Minho points out the window in the hallway where the four of them can be seen in the backyard. “Ji thought he could maybe help make them understand by telling them about her but I don’t think it's working as he had planned. I think it will be good to have the meeting in the kitchen while I make dinner, let Y/n settle in a bit and hopefully defuse the situation before she meets everyone else?” 

“Good idea, I’ll try and pry Lix away from the omega bonding he’s probably forcing the poor girl through.” Chan continues to watch the heated conversation between the four outside. “Can you go find where Jinnie is sulking? And we’ll all meet you in the kitchen.”

Minho nods and walks off to find Hyunjin and Chan sighs before going back into the room where he found Felix and Y/n lounging in the nest Felix made.

“Are you doing okay Y/n?” He gives her a smile and accepts the nod she gives in response before turning to the beta. “Come on Lixie, how about we let her get settled in before dinner.”

“But we’re bonding” The beta pouts.

“Felix.”

He sighs at the look his alpha gives him before sighing and gets up to follow Chan but turns to Y/n one last time. “I’ll come get you when dinner is ready, enjoy the nest.”

The two males leave and head downstairs where the other six are in the kitchen. Minho has already started on making dinner and Felix quickly joins him as Chan joins the rest around the kitchen island. 

“Where is she?” Seungmin crosses his arms.

“She’s getting settled into the temporary nest Felix set up for her in the empty room upstairs.” Chan keeps his voice calm and leveled. “I understand that there are some issues with this?”

“You brought home an outsider without discussing it with any of us first.” Hyunjin spats.

“She was an upset omega out alone with nowhere to go.” Chan gives the beta a sharp look. “We weren’t gonna just leave her there to possibly be picked up by traffickers. We have better morals than that in this pack.”

Hyunjin looks down in guilt. But Seungmin didn’t seem like he was ready to back down yet though. 

“That’s understandable but then why place her upstairs?” Seungmin steps forward. “We have five guest rooms down here for a reason, why place her in the one empty room we have upstairs with the rest of us? We always agreed that upstairs is for pack only.”

“I thought we all agreed eight is fate?” Jeongin speaks up but barely enough to be heard. “We agreed no one else after… he left.”

“She’s been through a lot.” Felix pauses in his cooking. “I don’t quite know what but I don’t think she’s ever experienced a real pack. And I believe Chan made the right decision, she has Jisung next to her in one room that she already knows and is comfortable with and Changbin in the other, an alpha if she’s needing one.”

“Down here she would be alone.” Jisung joins Felix. “Which I have a feeling she’s experienced long enough. She needs help, and I don’t think there’s many other packs out there who’d be as kind as us.”

“We have all agreed that in our pack omega’s aren’t below us. They are still people and not possessions.” Changbin reminds them all. “She is an omega in need of help who was found by a rare pack that is understanding of that. We are going to do whatever it is that is needed, for however long.”

“You guys don't have to be her boyfriends, let alone her best friends. We aren’t even saying she’ll be pack.” Minho doesn’t even turn from the stove. “Just be someone she can rely on for now, and maybe she’ll grow on you eventually.”

“Doubt that.” Hyunjin turns and walks away and with a sigh Felix goes after him. 

“I need to make a call.” Chan grabs his phone and looks at Changbin. “She’s gonna come with us tomorrow to the office.”

Changbin doesn’t question it and nods as the others look confused. After Chan walks away the others all disperse from the kitchen, except for Minho and Jeongin.

“Need help hyung?” 

“Thanks Innie.” Minho lets the youngest alpha join. “How are you doing with all of this pup?”

“I’m wary of letting someone in again… after before.” Jeongin speaks truthfully while focusing on his task. “But I understand that she needs help and this is just temporary. Though somethings off, her scent, it’s different. Not like how my brother’s is, or Chan’s brother or Felix’s sister.”

“I noticed that too, it’s hard to describe but it’s like, it’s not fully there.” 

“Do you think it’s something to be concerned about?” Jeongin glances at his mate who seems calm.

“In a way it could affect the pack, no.” Minho finishes what he’s doing and wraps an arm around the alpha’s waist. “But in a way it could be bad for her, possibly.”

Jeongin whimpers at this as Minho comforts him. “I wanna meet her.”

“Well lucky for you, dinners ready.”

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Felix knocks softly on the door before opening it to find Y/n half asleep in the nest. “Hey, dinners ready.”

The omega sits up and looks at the beta not moving. “Some of them don’t want me here, do they?” She notices how his smile quickly turned to a frown. “I could smell some heated negative emotion after you guys left.”

“I’m sorry baby.” Neither of them noticed the use of the pet name because it just feels so natural. “Our pack has a history, so it’s just gonna take a few of the others some time. Hopefully they’ll come around before you leave.”

With a sigh Y/n crawls out of the nest and Felix holds his hand out for her which she takes. He leads her back down the stairs and into the kitchen and just off of it is the large dining table meant to sit ten, which seven people are occupying right now, four of which Y/n hasn’t officially met yet. She’s not counting the interaction with the one who had been leaning in the doorway when Chan brought her inside the house.

Everyone turns when they walk into the room causing the omega to shy away a bit, trying to hide behind Felix a little who gives her a reassuring squeeze of the hand. She cant help but to over think a little when two of the beta’s she hasn’t met yet frowns when they notice this. 

“Y/n, meet the whole pack.” Felix starts off finally wanting to break the awkwardness. “You’ve of course already met Chan, Jisung, and Minho. The alpha sitting next to Minho is our youngest, Jeongin. The beta next to him is our head beta, Hyunjin. The beta next to Chan is Seungmin and the last alpha is our head alpha and Chan’s second in command, Changbin.”

“Hi omega.” Jeongin sits up straight, looking happy to finally meet her as Minho tries to hide his smile.

“Hi.” She whispers before Felix leads her to two empty chairs between Jisung and Changbin. He pulls out the chair right next to Jisung for her to sit in before he takes the one next to it and next to Changbin.

Dinner starts off awkward at first, some small talk, they just asking Y/n some basic questions. She notices how Hyunjin and Seungmin try to exclude her at times. Changbin seems wary but doesn’t have any ill intent. Jeongin seems like he always wants to say or ask her something but then chickens out. Minho is keeping an eye on her. He’s noting how much she’s eating, how her mannerisms are, notes every time she stutters and how she tenses up when some people speak but is calm with others.

“So how long do you plan to be mooching off of us?” 

“Seungmin.” Chan growls next to the beta. 

“I-I don’t know.” Y/n places her chopsticks down now having lost her appetite. “I’m sorry to intrude, I understand some of you don’t want me here. I don’t have to stay, I can… figure out something else.”

“NO.” Felix yells, grabbing her wrist as she tries to stand up.

“You’re not going anywhere Y/nnie.” Chan speaks. “We promised we’d help you and that’s what we’re gonna do.”

“YOU promised. Not we, you.” Hyunjin stands up pointing at Chan, then Felix and Jisung causing the two younger beta’s to cower and whimper. “She has three days to come up with a plan and start working on getting the hell out of here or I’m leaving instead.”

Hyunjin storms out of the room, Changbin calling after him as the tension is high. Chan and Minho immediately start producing calming pheromones to help sooth the two betas who look on the verge of tears as well as the omega.

“I agree with Hyun.” Seungmin stands up and leaves too.

“I’m sorry.” Y/n starts to cry and panic, the two alphas' soothing scent not helping to keep her calm. “I don’t want to cause trouble in your pack, I’ll leave, I’ll be okay.”

Felix scoots his chair closer and starts to scent her.

“You’re not going anywhere.” Surprisingly it’s Minho who's the voice of reason. “You’re in no condition to go wandering around alone at night. You’re staying, those two will just have to learn to deal with it.”

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Yang:All I’m saying is a good Full Nelson could’ve helped the situation.

Blake: I don’t think that works against Xenomorphs.

Yang:But nobody ever tries in the movies. Just step on the tail too and- oh.

There’s a sock on the dorm doorknob

Blake:Huh…I guess we’re seeing another movie.

Yang:Works for me. Hopefully Weiss will be less sassy after scoring.

Blake:What makes you think Ruby isn’t behind the door?

Yang:Pfft, no, no, no, no, I don’t have to worry about that yet. She sweats shaking a person hand. It’s definitely Weiss.

Blake:Could be both of them.

Yang:My little sister isn’t currently behind this door.

Blake:Okay~

Yang:Don’t do that. Ruby is probably somewhere trying not to pass out from embarrassment after seeing the sock herself. I mean who would think Weiss would be so bold and forward?

Weiss:Nobody, because “she” isn’t.

The black and yellow of team RWBY whip their head around to see the girl crossing her arms as she stared at them with mild blush.

Weiss:Are they done yet?

Yang:…..

It felt instantaneous. The moment Yang so much as twitched her body, a glyph was in front of the door and Blake had her in Full Nelson as she started dragging her away.

Blake:Maybe you’re right. This is a handy hold.

Yang:Release me.

Blake:I don’t have siblings, but this feels like one of those pivotal moments where you be supportive and not ruin something as it’s happening.

Weiss:As a younger sister, Blake is correct. Look at it like this, there’s only three reasonable options. If it’s Penny, you lose. If it’s Pyrrha, you lose. If it’s Jaune, you still have to fight Pyrrha.

Yang:That won’t save them from my wrath! And if it’s none of those three?

Blake and Weiss:Then we’ll help you kill them.

Ruby:Who are we killing?

WBY:*turn around* Ruby!?

Ruby:*workout gear* H-Hi? How was the movie?

Weiss:Who’s in our dorm!?

Ruby:Huh? Oh, Coco paid me to use it with Velvet. Because their team was tired from a mission.

Yang:Oh cool.

Weiss:Cool!? You can’t just rent out our-

Ruby:I swapped our sheets and charged half of Yang’s weight in lien.

Weiss:Outstanding.

Yang:My weight!?

Blake:Even when you win, you lose. *lets go* I guess you were right not to worry.

Ruby:Did you think I was in there? A third of my social circle is in this hallway. And the rest are across it.

Weiss:Yeah you need more friends.

Ruby:I’m not taking that from you.

Yang:Welp, now that my adrenaline is calming down, let’s go grab a bite or something. Honestly I feel bad. I’m sure Velvet heard some of that.

Ruby:That wouldn’t surprise me.

Blake:We’ll apologize later.

All four of them walk away in peace, their team life remaining in tact.

Several minutes earlier, inside the dorm.

Yang: *being aggressively loud outside*

Ruby:*puts on shirt* Yeah, so I’m just gonna fly out the window, then come back up through the corridor and lure them away so you can escape.

Jaune:I thought your sister liked me?

Aggressive struggling continues

Ruby:Let’s not take risks.

Jaune:Yeah I like my life. Fortunately, *pulls out scroll* Coco said she’d do me a solid for helping Velvet out. Heh, she already said “go for it.”

Ruby:Should I be jealous that you have such a cool girl’s number?

Jaune:Not after what we’ve been doing. I don’t know about you but I’m still convinced this is a dream.

Ruby:*kisses cheek* I know~

Yang:That won’t save them from my wrath!

Ruby:..Let me go prevent a nightmare.

Jaune:Please and thank you.

[abigailovesz]

“HI OFFICER” synopsis: after jj's plan goes wrong, you have too watch the two boys tackle like children after an argument.

pairing: jj maybank x quiet!pogue!reader

warnings: harmless fighting, swearing, and mentions of drugs.

a/n: based off this scene and this scene! also, not much talking from reader idk it just turned out that way, i actually do not really like this one, honestly- i could do better, i wrote this at 12 am last night and i dont wanna rewrite it soo.

"YOU HAVE ANY IDEA OF WHAT'S IN THE BACK OF THIS TRUCK?" John b asked, staring out of the U-Haul's windshield. You on the other hand? Your head faced forward, jaw clenched and eyes looking at JJ like he'd just ruined every single thing in one hour! which he did, actually. last time you checked.

yes, he did just get offered to drive a u-haul that is currently full of drugs.  no cops have come blaring his lights at the vehicle, yet. the whole situation was that we, as in pogues, had to find a way to get to South Africa without passports, airplanes, and money to get John b's kidnapped dad and maybe a few bits of gold.

Luke used to work for a drug smuggler, that man he worked for did happen to have a plane that could transport everyone to South Africa, but it's not that easy. It takes a whole lot of convincing while you sit there and listen to the conversation. but, jj was very persuasive as always. 'we'll help you unload the plane' was basically what he was saying from what you heard.

the Mike dude changed plans when you all got there. Mike asked all of you to deliver the drugs in the  u-haul, so that's how you got here. "yes John b, I know what's in the back of the truck right now, it's gonna be fine, it's gonna work out okay?" JJ spoke, trying to convince him that it-would-be-fine, wasn't really working for neither you or John b, but JJ never listens. No point in trying.

you sighed audibly, looking at JJ with narrowed eyes. This job is dangerous, risky and you three are already in danger, well, with a few cops and kooks after John b sorta knocked topper unconscious. yeah.

"I am so sick of your bullshit plans, JJ" John b says while leaning forward to look at the side of JJ’s face, his eyes connected to the road. "goddamn" JJ gritted through his teeth, your eyes flicking between him and John b. you looked forward and wondered, where in motherfucking hell are we going?

"JJ, do you even know where we’re fucking going?" you asked in confusion and disbelief. He opened his mouth to speak, hesitating before John b reached behind you and grabbed the paper map. "ah, yeah- get the map out, uh- can ya hold it, baby?" JJ said and looked at your hands holding the map then the road again.

You sighed and cleared your throat, holding up the map so he could see it without crashing the car. John b peeked over your shoulder. "alright, we needa get to one fifty eight." JJ squinted his eyes and looked at the roading on the map.

"oh Jesus, there's a cop." John b said while looking ahead towards the cop, the tall man stood outside of an anonymous cars window, notepad in hand. "shit, be cool, okay?- cool." You said like he didn't know the world cool, honestly? he pretty much didn't. didn't know how to act cool in these situations. "shit," he whispered, eyes trained on the officer. Once again, you had drugs in the vehicle, amazing.

"I'm- I'm as cool as it gets, alright?" JJ picked his two fingers up, hesitantly trying to find out a situation, you raised a brow but leaned back into your chair like you totally weren't in a vehicle filled with illegal items.

"what are you doing?- don't, don't do that" you whispered shouted  and looked at the cop, begging his head to not turn when you pass. "I'm- yeah, m'just gonna wave." your eyes widen, "no!" but quickly shut up when you got too loud. Cops could hear you. The car inched closer and he waved his hand with a smile. "hi officer."

"JJ." John b spoke firmly, like some sort of dad. his hand reached towards JJ, nearly hitting your face in the process. the car took a swerve and hit a hanging tree branch, barely skimming off the road for a moment, and you reached for anything- JJ's hand. but, thank god, the car continued to drive down the streets.

"Why'd you touch me?" He nearly screamed at John b, his hand still in yours when he raises it. "well, don't wave at cops! Rule number one of driving in a U-Haul!" You sighed, "okay, okay-shut up! The cop isn't behind us.”

finally, they shut up and JJ continues to drive down the street; but you were wrong, the cop is behind you! Amazing, once again. "he's coming! he's coming, shit!" you tensed up when the sirens blared and the car trailed behind the 3 of you.

"shit! damnit, okay, goblin mode alright?" jj shouted in panic. you squeezed his hand and closed your eyes, head tilting up at the ceiling as the boys yelled at the top of their lungs. "goblin mode, what does that even mean?!" John b said while his eyes flickered to the lights and then to the windshield.

"it's what we gotta do. hang on, hang on!" he tightens his hold on your hand and surprisingly, with one hand- he manages to turn the wheel and pull into the green forest, the sirens still blaring behind. he stopped at the entrance and the cop didn't see you, wow. "alright, get out! Go, go" he rushed, not letting go of your clammy hand while sliding out of the vehicle with you trailing behind. all 3 of you ran into the trees and through the bushes. "dude, I swear if we get caught, l'm gonna kill you." John b pants, running behind you and JJ.

"well, ya probably won't have to because very soon, mikes gonna kill us first," JJ rasps, running with your hand. when you reach an opening, you all stop to get a breath. "okay, what the fuck? what just happened?" You nearly yell, snapping at the two after you'd been keeping it all in that whole car ride.

"listen, ba-" jjs panting voice gets cut off by john bs rant, "my dad- is probably in South America, with a knife to his through right now." He speaks through ragged breaths. "like, what are we doing?we gotta wait? In goblin mode? What-" he throws his hands in the air and you watched them while panting, legs sore from running and sitting all that time.

" how many times do i have to- I'm trying to help you save your dad!" JJ shouts mid sentence, his hand in front of him while looking straight as John b. you rolled your eyes, leaning down to grab a piece of grass, toying with it while watching them argue, not like you haven't many times, too many times.

"help is the exact opposite of what your doing right now!" John b shouts right back and JJ sighs deeply, and long. "Y'know what your right, your absolutely right, you know who's fault that is?" He takes a few steps toward him, his jaw clenched. "you and your treasure- obsessed father.”he finishes, looking straight at his eyes, you knew what was gonna happen when he speaks about his father.

Push.

John b's hands connect with his chest, pushing him back a few steps, JJ breathes out a chuckle, a bit humor, not too much. "Ohh, okay, that's where we're goin'?"

"yeah, that's where we're goin'" John b said, jaw clenched while he looked straight at jis eyes, then his stupid smirk. "yeah, and it looks like we just went there too," he pushed John b back, and you groaned, looking up at the sky, god help me.

you didn't really know who was pushing who, but they eventually ended up tackling eachother onto the grass floor, JJ speaking words of encouragement while they rolled around like pathetic animals. "y'know im right here?" you speak calmly, but irritably and JJ does hear it but doesn't respond, too focused on John b. you started humming a song while your feet dragged toward them, grunting and sounds of hitting heard, crickets chirping.

you rolled your eyes and lifted your foot, kicking him in the side, not to hurt to bad, but it made him flinch. "stop acting like children and get your asses up, or I'm gonna walk out into the woods and walk my way back to Kildare, so l don't end up in jail." Your lying, you wouldn't leave them. and, Kildare is miles from here and you know JJ would do anything to make you stay, or would stop whatever he was doing to get you to keep 'your cute self' in his sight.

JJ groaned and rolled to the side of John b, both of them panting, not just because of the run- but the immature tackling too. "fine." He grumbled and stood up, looking at you with annoyed eyes but they always soften. Like, no matter what.

"Y'know I think you'll both be fighting like that until you get all wrinkly" you grumbled and John b got up, hitting JJ's shoulder, not enough to make him fall over, but he didn't do it back- thankfully.

they both don't respond to your comment and instead- shoupe shows up! That is just great, could the day get any better?

[wroteclassicaly]

I would love a little blurb about Eddie comforting us after getting laid off. Because naturally our self-worth took a huge hit, but our sweet boy is always there to lift us up.

This is actually pretty close to one of my current situations. Not the getting laid off part, but struggling at work. So I can definitely relate! And I hope you’re okay as well? Thanks for sending this in!

❤️

Warnings: Some angst and sadness, hurt/comfort. But then fluff and sweetness!

You didn’t call Eddie like you usually did before leaving work. He drives you and picks you up, yes, but you always want to meet for coffee before going back home. To say he’s shocked when you walk into the apartment and literally throw your purse across the room, that’s an understatement of the year. He’s cautious, like a small piece of prey in the jungle, whereas you’re the lion. Neither of you really believe in walking on eggshells, but he can tell something is seriously wrong when he finally gets on socked feet into your eye-line.

Your makeup is already smeared around your eyelashes, your nose is snotty, and you’re sniffling, staring at the wall behind him, angry at even the chipped paint. He knows this look, he’s perfected this look. Actually, he thinks this look might’ve rubbed off on you. Fear of showing vulnerability. Eddie is gentle in his coaxing, hardwood creaking beneath his footfalls.

You permit his close range, allowing him to take your hands in his. However, you don’t squeeze back, and he’s worried. “Hey, stubborn chin, you wanna look at me?”

No answer. He searches with those eyes of his, anxiety spilling over a little. He remembers that you’re here and you’re safe, so everything else is fixable. His fingers find yours to clasp, before they’re sliding in taps down the sleeve of your blouse, along your forearm, finding your shoulder blade to squeeze. You sway into him and fold into his beckoning embrace.

It takes some muffled sobs before Eddie can get you onto the couch and on his lap, his palm gently easing your face away from the cove of his curls. Looking into his eyes presses in on your guts, seeing the acceptance and love. You begin to spill through sobs.

“They laid me off. After everything, can you believe it? Four years and they decided I’m disposable. Now what are we gonna do? I’m such a fucking loser. I’m - I’m…”

The self-berating, the negativity. How it angered you when Eddie did it, and he can see why. But you’re not the enemy, you’re hurting. It’s not some random person Eddie would gladly clock the shit out of that’s saying this, it’s you. And that’s worse.

He’s shaking his head multiple times, curls bouncing. He clasps your cheeks in his palms, coolness of his rings pressing into your skin, soothing. Theres a burning intensity that draws your attention like a moth to a flame. “Listen to me when I tell you, I know what a loser looks like, sweetheart. I came from the balls of one. And you’re the farthest thing from it. You know that they messed up laying you off. As for what we’re gonna do? I can more than take care of you if you need to take a break, or even if you don’t want to go back to work some place.”

You settle, letting your ring finger wrap around a curl. That small diamond is perched there, reminding you of what’s important, what you have that a job can’t extinguish. You’re quiet, before speaking again. “But… Eddie, our wedding —“

“ — Is almost paid for. So just relax, baby. Be a bride, spend some time with the girls. Let me worry about money for a while. You just be you, which is absolutely fucking perfect the way that you are.”

“What if I turn into a couch potato, Ed’s?” You’re starting to grin a little, Eddie knowing you needed this break more than anything. Time to be a person again.

Eddie thumbs as your tears, pokes your nose. “Then you’ll be my favorite little spud.”

[psuedosugu]

Hope ★

Daisuke x reader

synopsis: Daisuke gives you hope in a hopeless situation.

notes: this is lowkey corny buttt idgaf also happy new years

The faint buzz of the Tulpar filled your ears as you sat against the metal wall, your eyes squeezed shut. Everyone else was on the other side of the freighter, and you had gone off for some peace and quiet so that you could think over your current situation.

The ship now crashed, you, and the rest of the crew, were now stranded in space. Food and oxygen was limited, and the chance of rescue was slim. You found yourself wondering how it had come to this. You had always wanted to be a pilot, had worked your ass off to get into college and to find this internship, but it all meant nothing now.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t notice the noise of the door opening and shutting, nor did you notice your fellow intern, Daisuke, stepping in. “Uhh, [name]?”

you flinched at the sound of his voice as your eyes flew open.

“Oh. Hi.” you blinked up at him. “Hey,” he responded, “I was looking for you.”

“Why?” you asked. he shrugged at your question, sitting next to you. Your heart fluttered as his shoulder brushed yours. Daisuke, perhaps the sole good thing up here. You still remember the day you met him, all gap-toothed smiles and sunshine, so positively good, unlike you, you thought. The two of you had hit it off, probably due to the 2 of you both being the youngest. He was kind but still honest, funny, a dream to be around.

The two of you sat in understanding silence for a bit before he interrupted. “So..” he began, “You good?”

“Just thinking,” you responded.

“About?” he asked.

“Life on Earth. All of the things I’m gonna miss out on.”

He frowned. “Don’t think like that. I bet they’ve sent a team out to find us. We just gotta wait.”

In any other situation his optimism would’ve been endearing, but now it only served as a reminder of how hopeless their situation was. You pulled your knees closer to your chest as you blinked back tears.

“Hey, hey..” he comforted you, noticing your watery eyes, “I’m being serious. We’ll be okay, okay? I promise.” It sounded like he was trying to convince himself too.

“We’re off the grid, untraceable, and even if they could find us, are their cheap asses really gonna waste all of that money trying to get us? We’re stuck here, stuck until we run out of oxygen, or food, whichever comes first.” you countered.

“But-“ he started.

“No. You can believe what you want, but I’m not getting my hopes up.”

“-We need hope,” he continued. “Without hope we don’t have anything at all.” You stayed silent at his words.

“Please? Just…you shouldn’t just give up now.” he pleaded. “What if we do get off?”

“What if we?” you responded.

“You don’t..have anyone you want to see? anything you’re looking forward to?” You had put all of your time and effort into your education, but after this? You weren’t sure if you ever wanted to step foot into another ship ever again. The company was closing down anyways, and you had no one, no parents or friends who cared enough to lean back on. You had nothing waiting for you on earth.

“…No.” you muttered. “I don’t have anyone down there.” Daisuke frowned. “How come?” His voice had an undertone of sadness. “Guess I’m not like-able enough for anyone.” you half-joked, trying to come off as unbothered, but the frown still lingered on his face.

“I don’t think you’re unlikeable. I really, really like you, [name].” His words made your face heat up. “You- I.. I like you too.” you stammered.

“You could stay with me. My mom would like you, I bet.” He suggested, his hand creeping towards yours. “You don’t have to do all that just because you pity me.” you shot back, a bit harsher than you intended.

“I don’t…pity you. I really did mean it when I said I like you. I want to be with you. I don’t want you to be alone. Please?” He squeezed your hand as you thought it over. You didn’t want to let him go, didn’t want to let go of that hope for a better life, one where you weren’t so alone.

“Okay.” You sighed, cracking a slight smile. He smiled back, that dumb smile that had you melting over and over again. You wanted to kiss it off of his face, so you did. It was an impulse decision, a stupid one at that, but you softly put your lips on his, wrapping your arms around him. He was tense at first but then melted into the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist.

The both of you parted for air and fear started to creep into your vision. What if you had read the room wrong? What if he didn’t like it? But then he went in for another kiss, then another, then another, peppering kisses onto your face as you giggled.

“Now c’mon, you shouldn’t just keep yourself cooped up here. It’s not healthy.” He said, pulling you up from the ground, and you left that room feeling a little lighter, a bit more hopeful.

[maxsimagination]

Anymore macca smut pls 😏

𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙨 - 𝙢.𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙤𝙡𝙙

summary: actions have consequences… something yn needs to learn.

-> !! bondage & mommy kink !!

𖦹 masterlist

“𝗞𝗘𝗡𝗭! 𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗘, please let me come!”

my moans could be heard throughout the room, thankgod the apartment was soundproof.

“only good girls get to come, love. teasing me all day is not how good girls behave.”

mackenzie looked up from her place between my legs. she’d been there for the last hour, slowly bringing me closer and closer to the edge before pulling back completely and letting my orgasm fade.

unfortunately for me, i’d thought that teasing mackenzie all day would rile her up enough to get what i wanted. that plan had backfired and now i was getting the opposite.

i’d spent most of the day purposefully bending over in front of her and giving her little touches when she least expected it.

in return, mackenzie had kept her cool the whole time, until we reached our shared apartment. as soon as we got through the doorway, she flipped me around so i was pinned against the door.

“so we’re misbehaving, are we?”

i had a cheeky grin as she towered over me.

“go to the bedroom. strip, on the bed.”

she pulled away from me and left me standing by the locked front door.

i scurried down to the master bedroom and did exactly as she’d said, stripping down to nothing and sitting on the bed, waiting for mackenzie to come back.

when she did, she was holding silk ties in her hands. my stomach dropped at the sight of the material.

“lay back, arms and legs spread.”

she didn’t miss a beat, getting to work immediately.

i knew there was no point in arguing or pleading. so i lay back and resigned to my fate for that night.

mackenzie tied each of my arms and legs to the nearest bedpost, leaving me spread out on the bed. i could feel her eyes raking over me as she stood up and slowly took her own clothes off.

they were discarded somewhere in the room along with my own as she climbed towards me.

“be a good girl and tell me when you’re gonna cum, yea princess?”

i nodded.

“words, darling.”

“yes, mommy.”

you could see the instant change in her demeanour as soon as the words left my mouth.

it didn’t take her to to lean down and immediately attach her mouth to my clit, swirling and sucking the little nub until it was throbbing and leaving me high with need.

“kenz, please let me cum! i’m so close..”

“that’s not my name, darling.”

true to her word, she pulled away when i was close, which earned a groan from me.

“please mommy, can i cum?”

“much better, but no. bad girls don’t get to cum.”

it continued like that for another hour, leading to my current situation. my wrists, still tied up, were slightly red and sore from all the tugging and straining. my legs were cramped from the countless orgasms i’d almost had.

“ma- mommy, please. i’ve been good for you, i’ve not cum yet. please let me cum!”

mackenzie smirked at my near slip-up, leaning up toward me.

“have you been good? maybe you need a little bit more…”

she teased me, licking a long stripe up through my folds before sucking harshly against my clit. i let out a loud moan, the bundle of nerves was so sensitive now it’d been teased for hours.

“no! please, let me cum. please mommy!”

i wasn’t sure how much more teasing i could take before i went insane. luckily mackenzie seemed to agree and she dove back down into my folds, beginning to swirl and suck the little nub harder and harder.

it was then that she bought her fingers up, brushing them through my wetness and sliding one into my clenching hole. a moan left my through at the feeling of her fingers inside me.

she set a steady pace, pumping in and out consistantly, and it didn’t take long before i could feel the coil in my lower belly start to tighten.

“mommy i’m close. please can i cum?”

she didn’t respond immediately, giving my clit a harsh suck to which i moaned loudly at.

“cum for me, princess.”

finally, my high came crashing over me, mackenzie’s fingers still working in and out of my hole, which was clenching hard around her digits.

she fucked me through my orgasm before slowing everything down and eventually pulling out.

she stood up, towering over me, who was still tied to the bed, and sucked my juices off her fingers.

“think you’ve learnt your lesson, princess? or do we need to keep the restraints?”

i think we both knew the answer to that question.

[grinnames]

RTV Tour Part 3.5: "Cognitive Dissonance"

Grinnames POV

@rtv-puzzlevision-studios

Follow up to these posts: Part 3, Part 3.5

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Hoooo boy, here we go...

Flashback...

TV News Reporter: ...so if you see this man, do not hesitate and call the authorities immediately.

The TV flashed a grainy picture of the mad meme guardian, SMG4, who had reportedly suddenly gone crazy and nearly killed his friend Mario.

Grinnames was stunned, and her thoughts immediately began to race, trying to make sense of what she just heard.

What the hell…? she thought. How does that make any sense?! Isn’t he aware of what that would do to this world?! Maybe he really has gone mad… so crazy that he can’t perform his role as a meme-guardian… To think that the world almost ended. The hell…

End Flashback.

...

PRESENT TIME:

“HOLY HECK YOU JUST SHOT HIM!”

Grinnames would be pretty stunned right now and starts freaking out because SMG4, public enemy Number 1, had just appeared and shot Mr. Puzzles with an EMP. She’s not sad about it, because she already had reservations about him. She was just really shocked and didn't know what to do. Her ribbons pull into a defensive position.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? ARE YOU CRAZY? HOLY HECK MAYBE YOU ACTUALLY ARE CRAZY-”

“ALSO WHAT IS THAT WEAK LOOKING WEAPON??! WHY DON’T YOU HAVE A REAL GUN?!”

 But when the guards start pulling weapons on SMG4, she hears the voice in her head, calling louder this time:

We have to help him!

Why should she even help him? He was supposed to be a madman that betrayed his friends. She should not even get involved. She should just let the guards arrest him.

What she did know is that she had worked hard to build this life for herself. She was finally happy and peaceful. She refused to go back there. Never again. Then why did this feel so wrong?? Why was she feeling so conflicted?!

Time seemed to move in slow motion. Now with the initial shock having worn off, Grinnames got a good look at the meme guardian. She looked harder at Four’s face. She had always imagined him as this twisted, psychotic little freak. One had to be that crazy to nearly end the world all of the sudden. But as he was being piled on by her fellow participants,  she could tell that he was merely defending himself. He wasn’t hurting anyone. 

That was not the face of a madman. That was the face of someone who had just realized that they had screwed up. Then she noticed how her ribbons didn’t recoil at him, they were only tensing around her body in response to her stress.

“You all don’t understand, I’m not the bad guy!” He shouted through gritted teeth.

The whole situation was making her brain spin with cognitive dissonance, freezing her in place. Grinnames shut her eyes and gritted her teeth. She tried to ground herself.

She only got more confused when she saw some of the other participants putting themselves between Lucian and SMG4, shielding the man from being arrested. She saw some of the people she had gotten to know on the tour getting ready to fight the guards.

Grinnames: ???????

Grinnames: Did I miss something?

Grinnames: I’m confused here. Don’t they know that that is dangerous? They seemed like rationally-minded people.

...

“Dear employees and visitors, we are currently facing a vermin problem. Until the issue is resolved, the whole building will be going on lockdown starting now.”

Grinnames felt her stomach tie up as she saw the windows locking up with metallic sheets, blocking out the light with a clang. She could hear similar clangs echoing throughout the studio, and the room darkened from the lack of sunlight.

An unwanted memory bubbled up...

Cold walls. Cold voices. Unable to move. Trapped behind metal and glass. No way out-

Grinnames: Guys…? This is triggering some repressed memories right now…! I don’t like being trapped!! This isn’t funny!

Wr3n appears.

Grinnames: Oh god, we’re in S*w. It’s gonna be a Squ*d Game isn’t it…? Oh god oh god oh god oh god-

Grinnames’s panic overtakes her mind. She rushes to Mr. Puzzles on the ground, and lifts him up by his shirt collar, ignoring the protests of the small white squirrel that was trying to tend to him.

@niranutcake

Grinnames: WAKE UP YOU STUPID OLD MAN YOUR COWBOY ALEXA AI CHATBOT EFFING TRAPPED US AND I AM GOING TO GO FERAL

(And she slaps him too, to the horror of said small white squirrel)

Grinnames: IF YOU DON’T WAKE UP NOW I AM GOING TO EAT YOUR LEGS AND SUE YOU SO HARD, I REPEAT. I WILL EAT YOUR LEGS-

“If you want me to lift the lockdown, you have a choice.”

Grinnames abruptly looks up, and lets go of Mr. Puzzles. He crashes unceremoniously back to the floor. It’s kinda of funny.

“Option 1: You take out 4 over there and I will give you a free pass! Tour is over, the problem solved, you all can go home!”

Grinnames: ...Tempting. Cowabunga it i-!

No.

...Why was the voice so loud this time?

“Option 2: You wake up the big boss and he can decide what to do with you.”

Hm, slapping the boss awake and telling him (very gently and calmly) that she was going to sue him for this overkill of an AI security system also sounded like a good plan. But at the same time, she also kind of liked him better on the floor.

“Option 3: You outlaws do neither of those and we can enjoy playing a game of tag. I’m sure I can take care of this whole issue myself within the hour! So, choose wisely. Happy trails!”

Grinnames: BRING IT ON, WE CAN TAKE IT- oh wait not everyone is as strong as me. Shoot…

She would have liked those odds if there weren't so many other people that might not be able to take it.

...

Lucian: I will leave the choice on what to do up for you to decide. We need to work together here not against. Though, there is an option that wasn’t mentioned by the System: The lockdown can manually be manually overwritten in the Control Room. So, we have four choices: Arrest SMG4 after all, get Puzzles to the Health Department, try to reach security or make our best run to the exit which, quite frankly, is just insane.

He raised his hands in defense.

Lucian: Up to you. I know I’m probably getting into trouble after this either way.

Grinnames drew in a breath, calming the storm in her mind and gathering her thoughts.

On one hand, arresting SMG4 seemed very tempting right now. Her first priority right now is to escape, and make sure that no one gets hurt. The quickest way to do so was to arrest the man now, then she could just leave this place without getting entangled in anything unnecessary. She really just wanted to go home now, and a mad meme guardian is too dangerous for this world. His former friends had been very hurt by him, she remembered the way they clammed up when SMG4 was brought up into the conversation. Or at least, it seemed that way.

But on the other hand, she was beginning to doubt that he was even insane at all. The way he held himself and the way he talked did not line up at all with the man she had envisioned. Or he could just be very good at acting. Could have used that acting to fool her like he did with his friends. 

But…she also didn’t want to wrongly accuse someone, for she knew what that felt like all too well. And a lot of the participants were defending the man. She didn’t want to have to fight all of them. And her gut and the mysterious-but-weirdly-accurate voice in her own head was not agreeing with taking down SMG4 either. God, she hated moral dilemmas. There seemed to be no easy way out of this.

Alright, here’s a different plan. Why don’t we stay as neutral and unassuming as possible, and just focus on protecting everyone until we gather enough information? 

The voice sounded louder and clearer now, but not as forceful. It seemed to be trying to reason with her instead. Was it some part of her subconscious trying to… compromise? She blinked and shook her head. She could worry about the origins of this mysterious voice later. And what it was telling her didn’t seem so bad. 

Grinnames looks up to see Rayas… not looking so good. Not in the stressed and scared kind of way, but she looked… weak. Sickly. The fox-like creature had only known her for a few minutes, yet had treated her so nicely. She needed to return the favor.

Grinnames floated on over to Rayas. 

Grinnames: Hey. Don’t pass out on me now, ‘kay? Here! Um, have some sand! I usually eat sand, it perks me right up!

Rayas blinks sleepily up at her, struggling to stay conscious.

Grinnames: Hey hey hey, nononono, I was kidding! You’re probably not hungry right now! Here, I’ll just carry you then. Do I have permission to pick you up?

Rayas gave Grinnames a nod for consent. Grinnames gently scoops up Rayas in her ribbons, safely cocooning her. 

@lrayasostripes

…

The only thing she knew for sure at this point was that she didn’t want anyone to get hurt. (And that Mr. Puzzles was probably a villain.) She would continue to choose herself and the people she cared about. Like Micheal. And Rayas. And Half-Moon Face.

@michaelscorneroftheinternet @purpdrawsthings

Come to think of it, where even is Micheal anyway? He had been kind of... off, all day. There he was, in the back of the crowd, hands still folded rigidly behind his back. Observing. She thought he would have been more excited to see SMG3. But despite the wide smile he had plastered on his face, his expressions felt... muted. Was he trying to keep his cool and not fanboy too hard in front of everyone? She really wanted to check up on him, but now was not the time.

Grinnames firmly makes up her mind: she’s going to go to the Security Department to blow out this blasted Lockdown System, protect everyone she can, and then give Mr. Puzzles a piece of her mind. She is filled with petty spite right now. It felt better than being confused and frazzled. She needed to take her stress out on something. 

Plus, she hated AI technology. She wouldn’t pass up an opportunity to show that cowboy bot who it was messing with.

Grinnames: I say that we go for the security system and override the lockdown! With Mr. Lucian and numbers on our side, I'm sure we can do it! 

She turns back to the group, and sees that half were deciding to go to the Security Department and the other deciding to drag Mr. Puzzles to the Health Department. Grinnames set down Rayas first. She didn't want to bring a tired person into possible danger. Then she picked up the pace and jogged after them. 

Grinnames knows it’s time to lock in, so that everyone can be safe. She didn’t think that she would have to use her hunting weapons today.

Grinnames’s ribbons coil up, around and around, twisting into the shape of large, meaty tentacles. Black void-like substance fills the middle, completing her ribbons’ true, monstrous form. The tentacles make a crackling, hissing sound as they materialize.

She’s fully expecting bullets to fly, and these tentacles would protect her and her friends. Grinnames's mouth curls into an angry smirk, flashing her fangs.

Grinnames: Bring it on, you stupid building! I’ll tear you apart!

She catches up to Half-Moon Face, who has also decided to go raid the Security Department. She sees that they also have a wide evil grin on their face. A kindred soul. It fuels the fire burning within.

As she steps with purpose to face the possible dangers ahead, she passes SMG4. 

Grinnames: Meme guardian. We should talk later. Don’t get yourself arrested until I say so, alright?

Time to break the system, like a boss.

Man I can't believe I put like three memes in here

Grinnames Lore-drops here!:

She is canonically knowledgeable about meme-guardians and the avatar.

Her ribbons are able to carry items as heavy as cars.

The ribbons are actually just tentacles in disguise! When in their true form, they are more durable, and can take a few bullet wounds. But even they have their limits. Sharp objects like swords are more effective on them. She can also grow them back, but at a cost...

Dark backstory...

[seuonji]

彡 my days won’t end without you. — hong joshua

notes ๑ yn & svt idol!au. ever since you and joshua have started dating, he found it weird leaving work without you.

genre ๑ fluff

warnings ๑ non

word count ๑ 0.9k

from aya: please reblog if you enjoyed! feedback is always appreciated<3

“what do you want to eat tonight?” joshua whispered.

he came to visit you as per usual just outside your practice room. since you two have became an item, as days go by he becomes clingier and clingier. you two have started to be seen as hybe’s married couple and you two couldn’t disagree either. you two had a shared apartment and bickered like a married couple, the only thing missing was a ring on your finger.

and joshua would do anything to see you in between you and his breaks even if it’s just for a few seconds. jeonghan jokes that they should just make seventeen and your group’s practice rooms right beside each other.

earlier, he had messaged you saying he was gonna pass by your practice room which was really more of a “come outside i miss you.” demand, but to his surprise you were already outside. he nonchalantly skipped over to you but still maintained a distance. however the smile plastered on his face instantly turned into worry when he saw your exhausted expression. he didn’t even need to ask if you’re okay, he already knew the answer.

he’s been an idol long enough to understand why you looked so down. but most of all, he knew you and how strict you were with yourself when it came to your performances so as he saw you, he easily assumed you were having trouble with the choreography to your new song or your recording in the studio wasn’t satisfactory to you.

if he could hug you right now, he would.

but he can’t, thus he relied on cheering you up verbally and asked you what do you want for dinner, just to lighten up your mood and so that you’d have something to look forward to!

“what do you want to eat tonight?” joshua whispered.

“am i even going to make it out of this building before today ends?”

the day already ended actually, it was currently 12:41am, you were just too tired to have a sense of time. joshua took a peek to the clock at the end of the hallway and bit his lip not wanting to make your mood more foul.

“even if you go home at 5am or 10am, you’ll be going home with me,” he squinted his eyes showing his seriousness.

“no shua, go home, i know you’re already done with practice,” you leaned on the wall beside you to relieve yourself from carrying your tired self up.

“i can wait yn, how much longer could it possibly take?”

“i can’t get this part of the choreo down i might be here all night,” you crossed your arms, closing your eyes out of exhaustion. you were worried about how you were being perceived in joshua’s eyes but at the same time, you were too drained to give mind to it.

joshua stayed quiet. he understood the situation and why you felt this way so he really wasn’t bothered, what bothered him was how it was affecting you.

“i’m sorry,” you blurted after the silence lasted too long.

joshua took a step forward and gave a reassuring smile, “yn, don’t be sorry, it’s your job and come on, i’m your senior, you think i don’t know how tiring practice can be?” he tried to convince you he understood and that you weren’t being a burden. joshua was never one to care about treatment of juniors to seniors but he was pulling that card today.

“just do what you have to now, when you’re done, we’ll go home together and i’ll cook your favourite food. if you still feel like being a workaholic, we can go through your choreography together, how does that sound?” he tilted his head with a sweet smile

“wow, ‘go through the choreography together?’ when did you join the performance unit?”

joshua was apalled despite knowing it was a joke, “i’m seventeen i am basically the performance unit!”

your corners of your lips slowly turned into a smile as you laughed. internally, joshua felt accomplished.

“so, we’re getting out this building together, at the same time?” joshua wanted a clear answer.

“i’ll finish up as fast as i can,” you gave an indirect yes.

“that’s my yn, but also just take your time, i’ll wait.”

you bit your lip and nodded before turning to get back to practice. but just before that, joshua tugged your shirt stopping you in your tracks. as he leaned forward, his mouth levelled to your ear and there he whispered, three sweet words.

“i love you.”

you two have already said it so many times yet hearing it now, it caught you off guard but you quickly brushed it off, “see you later hong jisoo.”

“you government named me?!” he quietly screeched.

you opened the door to your practice room and stuck your tongue out, teasing him.

his eyes were wide, not out of anger but out of shock. when did you learn to get so cheeky? in reality you’ve just been hanging out with him too much.

he placed his hands in his pockets and walked away chuckling to himself. he may have told you to take your time but he really couldn’t wait for your practice to end.

you’ve heard joshua say i love you so many times, yet today, it stuck in your head making practice ten times harder than it already was.

but needless to say, you can’t wait to get over with practice and leave this building with the one you love.

[lightlycareless]

I was thinking about your portrayal of Naoya and I was already thinking of a JJK actor au which led me to think of how actor Naoya upon hearing that Y/N was going to be in this new romance movie, I feel like he’d immediately use all his connections(Ofc he could audition but he needs to make this a sure thing plus he’s fs a Nepo Baby XD but at least he’s got the skills too) just so he can be in that movie with Y/N(Maybe the Male lead was gonna be Nanami too!). I bet they’d end up getting together by the end of filming Teehee. You don’t have to write anything if you don’t wanna but I thought you might think this au is fun too if only to just daydream about it :D

Heya anon!!

Thank you for your patience hehe. I have to say, AU’s where Y/N or Naoya are a celebrity is kind of like my guilty pleasure; I don’t really indulge much on it because I don’t have a plot line most of the time, but this was the perfect excuse to see what I can do with it :> I just hope you enjoy it!! Also, this is going to be a two-part oneshot so… yeah hehe.

Btw, thank you all for those who voted for fluff, but we know how this goes so I had to put a little bit of drama somewhere :) it’s Naoya we’re talking about.

Warnings: AU. Naoya and Y/N are actors; he’s an idiot, a nepobaby, womanizer, etc etc, but we already knew all that. What’s interesting is his so called redemption OOF.

Happy reading!

Established actor Naoya that’s quite popular amongst the audience even with the rumors of his difficult work ethic, less than desirable personality, and blatant nepotism, thanks to his good looks and deceiving charm.

Because of his status, whatever project he wants, he gets. Sure, there are some that still have the audacity to require an audition from him, but it’s just a formality that he dejectedly complies to—Naoya knows that even when doing a bad job, he’ll still get the part at the end of the day.

But that doesn’t mean Naoya goes for any kind of role; he’s quite specific about what he wants: a pretty co-star.

And the studios had a variety of reasons to allow such demands, starting from a financial benefit: with a handsome face like his to match with an equally attractive coworker, he’ll only sell-out all functions; and in turn, he’ll get his fair share of enjoyment with his fellow partner of the moment. The same ones he discards immediately after getting bored; careless if they unwittingly got feelings for him—but nonetheless a win-win situation all around.

Such a quick lifestyle has him already setting eyes on his next target, a relatively unknown rising star with a seemingly promising future whom he was immediately smitten by upon seeing her for the first time, just as the rest of the world was.

“Y/N L/N” Naoya would repeat, enjoying how the sound of your name rolled off his tongue—fitting for someone of your beauty: vibrant eyes, rosy cheeks, shiny hair… and to top it all off, a humble yet shy demeanor that just made his obsession for you grow tenfold.

Wouldn't be the first time he’s grown interested in up and coming actresses, because in Naoya’s perspective, they’re much easier to impress, far more gullible to manipulate how he wants…

But it would be the first time he’s ever been so desperately obsessed to be with, for soon after he saw you, you became all he thought about. Causing him issues with his current fling (it briefly grazed the headlines, his team quickly fixed that)and some commitments he almost fumbled, keyword: almost.

Naoya couldn’t explain it; there was just something about you that attracted him, almost like you were destined to be together.

He needed you—one way or the other—and he needed you now.

Per usual, he soon demanded his manager and assistants to get a detailed list of all your upcoming projects, to see which ones he could be part of, and if neither were to his advantage, make those opportunities. Naoya was not to let you go so easily.

”A movie adaptation for some romance series that’s been in the talks for a while now.” His manager highlighted. “It’s her biggest work yet as a protagonist—in fact, development just started because of her.”

”Romance?” Naoya breathed, excited at the implications. “Do they have the male lead yet? I don’t think I need to tell you what I want, do I?”

”Oh, uh, no—you don’t, but… about that—“

”What is it?” It was always frightening to see how easily his behavior oscillated when facing his disapproval, but once already here…

“What?! What do you mean the casting’s already done?! Why wasn't I made aware of this????”

Because as obvious as his womanizing ways were, it would be physically impossible to have him assist every single call in hopes he’d settle with someone attractive enough for his standards.

Besides, this project already had their co-stars in mind way before it was even announced, the studio was just waiting for the right female lead to come along: and when that proved to be you…

Nanami was quickly brought on board, perfect for the role in all ways that mattered: from physical similarities to his character which made the fandom very, very satisfied, to work ethic; his professionalism was always beyond everyone’s expectations, no one has ever complained about him.

Kento was, hands down, a dream to work with—and considering what all of this meant, it was safe to say that Naoya was not happy about it.

”Well, get them to change actors!” He quickly demanded. “Call them and let them know I want the part, should be easy enough considering my status, no?”

”Ah, I— I guess I could but I’ve heard other people tried before and failed… so I don’t want to waste your time if you’re going to face that same result…”

The way how other’s interest in the film is implied behind his words makes Naoya’s eyes widen. Because surely no one cares about participating in that irrelevant series he’s never heard of until now, if it didn’t mean getting to work with you, that is. Everyone’s favorite girl of the moment.

His girl.

Ever the competitive one, it doesn’t take him much longer after that to call who he had to call, bribe who he had to bribe to finally, after many insistences, sign the contract that effectively labels him as your co-star.

Careless if his decision would prove detrimental to the project in the long run, or if it would strain relations between him and Nanami. Naoya never really minded him, outside of being bundled together with some other actors the audience generally cataloged as the most handsome in the country—if this change meant they’d never get to work together, fine! He had obtained a much better reward in return anyways.

Naoya wasn’t to allow anyone to deprive him of what was rightfully his—even if he wasn’t aware of it beforehand—and thus, when the fateful day to start working alongside you finally came along, the moment he’d see you for the first time without the interference of a screen, or through a picture—

His breath ran short. Heart skipping a beat when his eyes fell on your figure: truly, the cameras did you no justice.

You were far more breathtakingly beautiful in person.

So much was his shock, that the smooth introduction he had planned for the moment was limited to a stuttering mess, a shame to someone as charismatic as him.

”You’re—you’re Zen’in—No, I mean, I’m—“ Naoya says, a stranger to the heat forming in his cheeks, inwardly demeaning the weak presentation he must’ve given you now.

But if he wasn't already fixated enough on you, the way you appeared to be indifferent to his nerves completely captivated him. A wide smile on your lips as you greeted him with that same enthusiasm that made the whole world fall to your feet.

”Nice to meet you, Naoya!” You chirp. “I can’t believe we’re working together… I mean, so early in my career! Thank you so much for this opportunity, I promise I won’t disappoint!”

”The pleasure’s all mine.” And so is the curse you’ve seem to have unwittingly placed upon him after sweetly declaring you’d be under his care.

He’s made up his mind, Naoya will make you fall in love with him in less of what it takes to wrap up this movie. He’ll make you his, and will go to any length to ensure so.

Even if it meant ignoring your father’s (your manager, a veteran actor of days past) clear warnings.

”Don’t think I don’t know how your kind works.” Eiichi, your father, threatens Naoya during a short moment of privacy. “And I’m well aware of the rumors that surround you, even if you have your team quiet them. I should’ve known you were up to something the moment you insisted on Nanami’s removal—but I’ll let you know that whatever it is that you have in mind, I won’t allow it.”

”I assure you, Eiichi-san, I have no other intentions with your daughter outside of making our best efforts to have this picture timely done.” Naoya cynically responded, which just made your dad even angrier. Your co-star thinks your manager is an all bark, no bite type of dog. An old dog too, and treats him like such.

“Then surely asking you to act appropriately for once in your life isn’t too much to demand, is it?” He frowns. “Especially for someone who’s barely starting in the genre.”

”Wait—you mean to say—“

If this is your first romance movie, does that mean…

You haven’t done your first on-camera kiss?

Or perhaps even better—you haven’t kissed anyone at all?

Not quite, nor were you ever going to disclose personal matters that truly only belonged to you.

But if your father intended to protect you, he really, really shouldn’t have said that. Eiichi shouldn’t have gone ahead and essentially pushed you further into Naoya’s claws, his words being the last piece of motivation to become completely unhinged and make your time with him… tense, to say the least.

Oh, but how could he not? You were simply too adorable when trying to do your best to fulfill everyone’s expectations: barely putting up a fuss when Naoya got a bit too dramatic to what the script demanded, far more handsy, even when not recording: all for the sake of staying in character, he’d claim.

And when he dejectedly worked on those scenes where nothing of his interest was happening, you didn’t even complain. You kept quiet, submissive, taking the situation as best as you could and kept on working—because that’s what professional actresses do, isn’t it? And you’re nothing but the best.

But things didn’t really escalate until it was time to record that long-awaited kiss; what the script demanded to be the first kiss between their characters, in other words, something sweet, overall a touching scene.

However, Naoya naturally had to blur the line between his work and personal life—and instead of taking this moment as what it was, just two people trying to get the job done, he decided to… mark it as some declaration of feelings.

Confirmation that the time the two had spent together, a few weeks now, had actually amounted to something; aside from figuring out what your soft lips tasted like.

Because to Naoya, those interactions in between breaks, outside of the set, and even during filming, had been quite meaningful to him. To you too, he suspects.

Your shy nature just didn’t allow you to openly affirm it, a little push was all you needed to do so.

”Don’t be nervous, dumpling.” Is the nickname he’d given you upon seeing your excitement for last week's catering. You’ve politely told him it wasn’t necessary to call you that, but he insisted otherwise, calling it their very first inside joke. What everyone does to get along better. “Just follow my lead and I’ll worry about everything else, ok?”

Not exactly the reassuring words you were searching for, but for someone of Naoya’s expertise, alongside the physical hold he had over you at this point, hands over your arms, keeping you close to his chest… it’s not like you could demand otherwise.

And so, after everyone was in position, the director finally signals the scene to begin: Naoya delivers the script with an uncharacteristic perfection, outside of that slight rush behind his words, eager to get to that one particular moment, it’s obvious he’s been looking forward to recording this.

To kiss you, which he abruptly does by suddenly moving his face towards yours and then, captivating your lips onto his—giving more than his interpretation of the character’s desire: it was him wanting to take in your scent, warmth, touch, everything, and bask in it.

Claim it as his own, for those in the room, and the world in due time, to see.

One might’ve even assumed you were fine with his intentions too, given how you didn’t complain nor fight back against his desperate gesture, struggling to follow his lead in a way that appeared he was trying to eat you alive.

Which thankfully didn’t happen once the director cut the scene, and just before you ran out of breath.

”Naoya, while I appreciate the enthusiasm, that was—a bit too much.” The director said; if he was aware of your and Naoya’s fluster, he didn’t comment. “Let’s do it again, from the top.”

Normally, Naoya would’ve retorted at what he considered unnecessary reshooting, apparently his time was far more valuable than the rest even when he was being paid millions to be there… but this time around, he was nothing but obliging, in fact, Naoya even suggested that they’d go at it once more just to be sure they captured the right sentiment. Fulfill his desire.

With each time becoming more and more desperate than the other.

Naoya frequently claimed himself to be immune to any kind of addiction, thought of it as weak for the character, above such “petty” faults—But when it came to you… he just proved to be as human as the rest.

He physically needed to have all of you; they’d have to forcibly pry him away to stop—

Or for you to do so, swiftly placing your hands over his chest and pushing him away when it became too much, putting an end to the scene before the director could and subsequently raising many eyebrows around you.

”What’s wrong, Y/N?” The director asks upon seeing your distraught face—exhausted from the many reshoots, and of course, Naoya’s overbearing ways. “Is everything alright?”

”Ye-yeah, I just… I’m sorry, I think I need a break.” You silently plead, looking over to your manager who was more than ready to step in if your request was dismissed; which thankfully, wasn’t. The director sighing before turning around and stating:

”Alright everyone, take 5.”

The perfect opportunity for Naoya to follow through with his so-called affirmation of feelings, trailing behind you soon after.

“Hey, dumpling, wait up! There’s something I need to—“

”Not right now, Naoya.” You respond, your pace unwavering. You didn’t even turn to face him. “I have to—be alone for a moment.”

”Y/N—“

Your father and sister, manager and assistant respectively, close in on you and break eye contact between the two, allowing you retreat into what he assumed your dressing room—

And leaving him behind to deal with his anger, which he immediately takes out on the director, stomping his way to him and giving him a piece of his mind.

“So you’re just going to let her go?” Naoya hisses, the man, having worked with him on previous occasions, simply sighs.

”What do you want me to do, Naoya? You saw how she ran away.” He responds. “Besides, we’ve been at it all day, I’m tired too.”

”This is just going to ruin the pace of the film, you know that, right? You should, considering your… experience.”

”Look, Naoya— it’s quite obvious what you were trying to do back there, I’ve seen it before; but we’re not going to discuss that.” He adds. “The girl is new in the game, naive, and overprotected. Did you know that her management sent us a long list of requisites after the studio offered her a contract? If it weren’t for her family, she would’ve been immediately dismissed.”

”Requisites? What kind of requisites?”

“None that I can discuss with you, but I guess I could tell you the obvious: you were not part of them. There’s a reason why Nanami was firmly set for your role, but guess that doesn’t matter since you know your way around these things…”

”Is there something else you’re hiding from me? Why bring it up if you’re not going to tell me anyways!” Naoya growls. Why was Nanami brought up again, out of nowhere??

”Just take 5 minutes, Naoya. Clear up your head, we still have a long day ahead.” The director insists. “And if it’s worth anything, Y/N will be back, she’s very dedicated to her work, I’ll give her that. Even with your weird… plays, I’m sure.”

But that wasn’t enough to calm Naoya—not with the way you essentially fled from him.

Your behavior led a part of him to feel… inadequate. Underperforming—stupid.

Rejected.

And he’s never been rejected before.

A dangerous observation to make considering his easily ignited attitude.

The moment you were back, he’d demand an answer. Hear, directly from you, why you’d cruelly dismiss his advances when he had been nothing but nice to you.

… but that moment wouldn’t come today.

In fact, not even in the subsequent ones, for after everyone was abruptly requested to go home, the studio announced that filming would go on a brief hiatus to sort out some… unexpected issues—which Naoya immediately connected to you given your radio silence.

Forcing him to directly reach out to you… but you’d never answer. In fact, all of his attempts were swiftly ignored; your team didn’t even acknowledge them! As if dealing with junk mail.

Naoya’s desperation naturally spiked after that, frantically searching for an answer—

Which he’d get soon enough, but only through a tabloid which probably described the worst case scenario he could’ve imagined unfolding for this situation:

“Y/N to abandon latest project—close sources blame differences between protagonists.”

Naoya’s heart sinks.

Also, I wish to apologize if these little comma things “ appear weird? Like not the right ones at the beginning? I’m currently out of my home so all of my writing is being done through a tablet lol I’ll come back later to fix them :> I hope it didn’t ruin your reading experience :’v

And I might as well comment I didn’t feel like ending part one with just the headline, but at the same time the whole naoya’s heart skins doesn’t completely convince me…. But I don’t know, might be my impostor’s syndrome or something who knows!!!! All that I know is I have to make Naoya pathetic on the second part, so if anyone has any ideas of what you’d like to see send them in hehe I want to make him suffer :) or at least guilty, damn…

Anyways, I hope it was to your liking!! I shall proceed with the following part after I write down a little smut hehe. Thank you so much for sending in this ask, take care and hope to see you soon!!!

[majoryeager104]

i can’t stop sending you requests buttttt what’s your opinion on this: what about teen touya having a so and enji knowing it (sadly) and he would force touya to stop seeing them because they’re a distraction for becoming the hero he wants to be. we all know that’s touya’s dream but on the other hand we’re talking about the only person who actually understands himmmm. thk uuu

omggggg this is awesome thnx for the requests tho cos I love doing em 🫶

Warnings: angst, good ending tho bc I can’t handle traumatizing Touya any more than he already is lmao

“I think the two of you should part ways for the sake of your career”

Those simple words from his father caused him so much inner turmoil as he heard them. Touya had been with you for months, and he was just saying this now!? He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. “Excuse me?” He said, his voice sharp with conviction, breath shaky with emotion. Enji sighed, sitting back in his chair. “You need to focus on your goals, otherwise you’ll end up failing-“

“no actually I mean excuse you.” Touya snapped, standing up from his seat. “Failing? Don’t make me laugh, I’m not gonna fail just because I’m happy for the first time in my life” Touya said rather roughly, clenching his fists as he looked down at the shallow man he had to call a father. Enji furrowed his brow, irritated now as he attempted to resolve the situation. But Touya refused to let it slide, not when his future- the one he wanted to share with you- was at stake.

“Touya-“ “don’t interrupt me! Even if you’re right and I do fail, at least I won’t fail like you have! At least, unlike you, I don’t throw away the people I care about for my own selfish goals!” He shouted, his fists so firmly clenched that he felt nothing but anger and searing pain, like if he got any more upset he might make himself bleed. He didn’t mind though, his rage blinding his concern for his own wellbeing as he glared down at Enji “Touya I’m telling you as your father that it would be for the best.” “My father? You finally want to be my father!?” He raised his hands in the air as if Enji had just admitted defeat. “And you think this gives you the right to control my life any more than you already have!?”

His palms were definitely bleeding now, his fingernails cutting through the burn-scarred skin. He took another shaky breath, trying to reel in the shuddering anger. Suddenly Enji slammed his own fists against the desk in front of him. “That’s enough! I’m not asking. Your behavior is unacceptable. I’ve already contacted her parents, and we agreed it would be best for both of you. It’s over.” Enji snapped back, his words nearly stopping Touyas thudding heart.

It’s over.

Two words that Enji shouldn’t have any right to utter, but he did. Suddenly, Touyas violent resolve crumbled beneath him, and he fell back into the turmoil that he now identified as grief. “You…you what?” He said, his voice shaking under the weight of his own shouted words, as well as the emotions hanging over him. He took one step back, than another. The world seemed hazy. They decided this, not him, not you, so how is it final?

“Y/n’s parents already spoke with her. And unlike you, she didn’t argue.” Enji clenched his jaw, hoping to resolve this, whether it hurt Touya or not. He didn’t care if it was a lie- that you’d reacted the same way Touya did- all he cared about was that Touya focused on his work. Because his masterpiece Shoto wasn’t ready yet, so he needed his broken mosaic of a son to pull through and succeed where he failed- a broken man living vicariously through the lives of his sons. now at this statement, Touyas rapid heartbeat nearly stopped. You…didn’t fight? Didn’t even talk back? No…no that can’t be right. He stared at his father for a moment, before spinning on his heels and walking out, slamming the door rather violently. So violently in fact, that the door handle melted slightly under his currently barely controlled quirk. He didn’t care though, storming into to his room and locking it, scrambling for his phone. he had to contact you. He had to. He needed to know why you’d let him go like this. Why you- someone who understood and accepted him unlike anyone else- had given up on him. The mere thought made him want to cry. He pulled his phone from his schoolbag frantically, the screen lighting up. To reveal several messages and missed calls

from you. he sighed in a vague sense of relief, sitting down as he opened your messages where you relayed to him what your parents had requested- more specifically, that you’d rejected the idea, and left. So Enji lied. Of course. but his anxiety still remained, eating away at him as he stared at your contact on his phone. that is, until he got another text from you

”hey, open ur window”

And heard a knock at his window

and he turned to see your familiar face smiling through the glass, waving sheepishly in the rain.

[uluvjay]

This is me fixing this request that I originally messed up on

Trevor Zegras x Hughes! Sister

Warnings?; Sneaking around, secret relationship,arguing, yelling, mad Jack, crying reader, kissing, getting caught, cursing

Hope you enjoyed anon!

Do not repost my works as your own

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“Z! We can’t do this here, someone’s gonna catch us” I laughed as Trevor pulled me onto the boat to help ‘find his AirPods’

“Baby all I want is a kiss and everyones to busy to even realize I never even had them on the boat” he tried to reassure me.

“Fine but only one kiss, and I mean it Trev” I agreed and let him pull me in by my hips

“Mhm, one kiss” he replied before pressing his lips against mine.

It felt good to finally be able to kiss him, sneaking around wasn’t exactly ideal but we’d been doing it the past three summers so we were used to it. The only difference this summer was we were finally dating instead of just being a summer fling.

“Trevor” I whimpered out as he began to place kisses down my neck and his hands had slipped down to my denim covered ass.

“Z you said a kiss, not a make out” I groaned as I pulled him out of my neck and reattached our lips. He pulled back and was getting ready to reply with a smart-ass comment but got cut off by the sound of my twin brothers voice.

“What the fuck?” I jumped away from Trevor and looked up to see Jack standing on the dock.

“Jack! It’s not what it-“ I tried but he didn’t allow me to finish.

“It’s not what it looks like? Because I’m pretty sure I just seen my best friends head in your neck and his hands gripping your ass” he yelled

“Jack, buddy just let us explain” Trevor said trying to get Jack to listen

“Explain what? How your fucking my sister? How you two have been sneaking around mine and everyone’s backs for god knows how long?” He cursed before turning around and stomping back up to the house.

I quickly got out of the boat and raced behind him, I made it to the back door hot on his heals but he still shut the door in my face.

“Jack please just let me explain” I begged as I made it into the kitchen, where of course everyone that was staying at the house was located.

“I don’t want to hear whatever bullshit you have to say Y/n! Your my twin sister and he’s my best friend! He knew you were off limits and same goes for you! But here we are with you fucking him” he screamed at me.

“Jack please, we’re not just sleeping together we’re in a relationship so please just let me explain” I was crying now, he was my best friend and I had betrayed his trust and done the one thing they had all asked of me, never date a teammate.

“Oh now your dating? That’s just so much better Y/n, I wish I’d know when we were born that you were going to betray me like this” he spit at me before he stormed out of the kitchen and the front door slammed seconds later.

I just stood there frozen for a moment feeling a swirl of emotions at once, Guilt, Sadness, anger, frustration. I couldn’t help that I had fallen for Trevor, I always tried telling myself no but I couldn’t stay away and there was nothing I could do about it.

“One of you two wanna fill me in?” I heard Quinn asked while pointing between me and Trevor

-

It had been two days since Jack had found out about Trevor and I and he still wasn’t speaking to either one of us. We had filled Quinn and Luke in on the entire situation and exactly how everything between us had began.

Luke didn’t really mind, he said he wished we had let them know sooner but as long as we were happy that’s all that mattered. Quinn was a little upset that we snuck around for so long but was glad that we were happy.

I was currently laying on the couch with Trevor talking about things and what we were gonna do. everyone had gone out to golf so we took the alone time to have a private conversation.

“I understand if you want to break up, I don’t want my feelings for you get in the way of you and your brothers relationship” he spoke and I could hear the sadness in his voice.

“Hey no, we are not breaking up. I finally have you after years of being in love with you and not acting on it. We need to talk to Jack when he’s ready and we can go from there”

I could tell there was more he wanted to say but at the sound of the front door opening he shut his mouth placed a kiss on my head.

“Y/n” I heard Jack call causing me to quickly sit up.

“Yeah?”

“Quinn wants us to talk so let’s go because I’m sick of getting yelled at by him” he grumbled

“Uh okay” I got up and followed him to the back deck.

“Ja-“ I began but he cut me off

“I don’t want some stupid apology just tell me how this relationship started” he spit

“Okay, it started a few summers ago it was just a few kisses the first summer and we both admitted we had feelings for each other but he was going off to Boston in the fall and I was going to New York for school so we decided not to continue. It was the same for the following summer but there was a switch last summer, and saying goodbye was a lot harder that time round so when he was in New York in October he took me to dinner and asked me to be his girlfriend”

He didn’t reply just shook his head and stared out at the lake. My leg was bouncing in anxiety I couldn’t take the silence.

“Jack?” I questioned

He let out a scoff before he stood up and started pacing the deck, “So what your telling me is that my Twin sister and Best friend have been sleeping together behind my back for years and you’ve been dating for eight months?”

“Yeah..”

“I can’t believe this” he laughed and began pacing the deck

“I am really sorry Jack but I love him”

He didn’t reply to me for a while and I didn’t press him, this was a lot for him.

“It’s going to take a long time to get used to this Y/n, you two both betrayed my trust” He said looking at me with watery eyes.

“I know and I don’t expect you to be okay with everything so fast”

He finally came up to me and pulled me into a hug. I couldn’t take the emotions anymore and began sobbing into his chest.

“I’m so sorry Jacky” I cried as I clutched him harder

“As pissed as I am, you can’t help who you fall for Y/n” he said pulled away and wiping my tears.

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[loungemermaid]

There’s a myth about poverty that you probably believe

(Actually, there’s probably more’n a few myths you believe about poverty, but we’re only gonna cover one in this)

It comes up in every show, every book, every movie you’ve ever seen with characters in poverty in media. To the point it’s almost cliche, almost impossible to have a poverty storyline without this one phrase. This phrase that is a myth:

“We don’t take charity in this family.”

Or

“They’re too proud for help.”

This is false. This is actively harmful. This narrative that the poorest among us, people suffering next to you don’t want your help does harm. It keeps people away, isolating those of us in poverty even further. It walls us off. The risk of offending others becomes so strong that friends and family will willingly cut themselves off. To protect our “pride.”

So where does this come from? Well, several places, but I think mostly:

White middle class people don’t want mutual aid because they see themselves in competition, not community.

The vast majority of “poverty” stories in America are written by white men who grew up middle to lower middle class. Men that have been seduced by the lie that poverty is a moral failure, that addiction is weakness, that government assistance is a sin. That you gotta pull and pull till those bootstraps break, damn the temporary consequences. It’ll all be worth it once they work themselves out, by themselves.

This isn’t how it works. Not in the real world.

Now, to take without giving back to neighbors in the same financial situation is incredibly selfish, and would ensure that people probably wouldn’t rush to help you. But most people in poverty help each other, in small ways. Not because they pity each other, but because mutual aid and community support are the only way to make it long term. For everyone, not just those of us in poverty.

Now, let me be clear, it’s not an envelope stuffed with cash. It looks like watching the kids while everyone else works. It looks like potlucks and rent parties. It looks like bringing casseroles and easy meals over for births and deaths. It looks like inviting people over to share meals, even when you can barely afford it, because together everyone has just enough to have a good time.

Now I don’t know if the reason that Katniss says in the books that there’s a system in the Seam of “owing” people is because Suzanne isn’t very experienced with poverty or because Mrs Everdeen isn’t very experienced with poverty. There is “owing” but not because poor people have a list of people they keep in debt. It’s far more like, in my experience, I got lunch this time, next time you get it. It’s the couple of dollars perpetually trading hands, the small debts of friendship, showing up for each other and caring for each other because you value each other’s company and community. No one makes it alone. Not in America and not in Panem. Katniss doesn’t make it alone. The whole town both supports and depends on her hunting and gathering.

Again, I don’t know if the reason Katniss is so anti-help and anti-owing people is because she was written by a white woman in post Reagan neoliberal America, working in the film and television industry, or because her mother was one of the richest people in her holler before she got married and widowed. I don’t know. I just know it’s contrary to the experience I have as a survivor of generational poverty. Someone still in poverty.

Anyway. Uplift more diverse voices in fiction. Listen to people who have actually experienced poverty firsthand. And those who have, demand better stories. Write your own. Don’t let carpetbaggers take your voice from you. (Especially important considering America’s current vice president rose to influence by selling the lie that he came from poverty in Appalachia)