#what a stupid risk-taker

[hearts4johnwick]

— CASUAL.

SUMMARY. you’re mad at tyler after an argument, he decides to win you over by bringing in your favorite food and taking you to a rodeo, when you think that his charm was working, an EF-4 tornado strikes.

WARNINGS. angst (happy ending though), tornado attack.

WORD COUNT. 1.2k

you were lying down in your bed, attempting to go to sleep or at least take a nap given that it was 8:21 p.m. you found yourself staring at the ceiling, listening to the music and people singing outside.

you can’t help but toss and turn around as you overthink about the argument you had with tyler. tyler was your best friend, childhood neighbor, situationship, you don’t even know at this point. and although tyler and you were always risk takers, some risks are too hard for you to handle, but boone and tyler are a dangerous duo.

when you graduated high school you went straight to college and studied meteorology, you didn’t waste another second of your life and did everything that it took to where you are now. but, tyler and you were separated for college, you were halfway across the country while he stayed in his hometown. but when you graduated college, you went back home.

the both of you caught up on everything each other missed, and next thing you know, you ended up joining tyler’s storm-chasing team, the thing is, by something that happened to you in the past, you always rode alongside Dexter and Dani, there were moments where you rode with tyler, but you were always harnassed up even if you weren’t inside the tornado yet.

your train of thoughts were so rudely interrupted by the knock at your door. you sit up and take a breath before walking over to the door. before opening it, you were thinking to yourself that maybe it was going to be your mother, or your sister, not tyler owens. he sees the expression on your face and smiles, attempting to cheer you up.

“hey…” your nose flares, he notices and chuckles. “i brought your favorite… Tina Mae’s chocolate pie…” he hands it over to you and you take it. “maybe if you let me in we can sha—“ his words were cut off by the door slamming on his face. his eyebrows raised and he froze.

you put the pie on the desk next to your bed and open the bag, and it is indeed your favorite chocolate pie. you smile to yourself and head back to the door, as expected, tyler was still there.

“if you think you’re always gonna take me back with my favorite food, you’re wrong.” i inhale sharply and tap on the door.

“well, i wanted to do it another way if you’d let me show you…” you raise your eyebrows and cringe. “no—no, not like that, well…” he cocks an eyebrow and glances at you, you were about to close the door again but he stops it. “no, hey, i’m serious. get changed i want to take you somewhere.” he smiles. you hum and close the door gently so you can get changed.

“you can’t be serious. do you want me to forgive you or hate you more, tyler owens?” you say as you take your seats in the rodeo’s benches.

“bit of both.” he smiles, and you chuckle whilst shaking your head. “look, y/n, i’m sorry.”

“you’re apologizing here? rea—“ tyler touches your knee softly, cutting you off.

“i’m sorry, sorry for what i said earlier. i shouldn’t have said those things. you’ve been through so many things i can’t even begin to imagine, and it wasn’t my place to say anything about that. you know i would never do anything to hurt you, i am sorry.” the soft glow in his eye made you feel the truth he was saying. you nod and smile.

“and why would you ever think i wouldn’t forgive you?” tyler smiles at your words and so do you. “i think i should be the one apologizing, i tried to stop you from doing something you gave years of experience, and that was out of place and overprotective and unnecessary.”

“no, no, it’s okay. you of all people know about these stupid risks i take, i was a bull rider for God’s sake! I know you hated that.” you laugh.

“yeah, i think i hated that more than storm chasing.” he chuckles and glances at you, there was a small silence until you broke it. “i just… i don’t want to lose you, ty.”

“you’re never going to lose me.” you look over at him, your eyes stinging as you feel some tears coming. he wraps an arm around you and holds you. “you won’t.” he reassures you nod and after a while, let go.

“you and that stupid face…” you look away, trying to hide a smile.

“wait what?”

“every time i was cleaning blood off of you, whenever you got knocked off your bull, you would always make that stupid face, or like look at me some way like you were trying to get me to kiss you.” he raises an eyebrow and you look at him again.

“oh, you mean my charm? i already come with it, it’s not something i do on command.” you roll your eyes and click your tongue.

“well, “your charm” has never worked on me. never has, never will.” the two of you share a soft smile, all while maintaining that potent eye contact.

you don’t know if it was the tension, but you had sudden goosebumps and started getting chilly. although your hair was in a ponytail, your bangs were getting in the way, you never took your eyes off of tyler’s but you could see his hair starting to get messy too.

“well, i don’t know about you but, i think it’s working pretty well now.” he moves the strands of hair out of your face and tucks it gently behind your ear before cupping your cheeks.

“about time.” you manage to let out seconds before his lips are on yours. your heart was racing the whole time, but you felt it could come out of your chest any second now.

the kiss started slow and gentle, but the moment you smiled into it, tyler deepened the kiss, you placed your hand behind his neck and ran your fingers through his hair, which made you notice how much his hair was moving around, as much as it pained you doing it, you pulled away and saw people walking away from the stands. you look around and pick up a leaf from the ground.

tyler notices and the two of you exchange a look. you both stand up and head for shelter, you feel the winds get stronger and that’s when you start to run, helping some people who have tripped along the way, but not wasting more than a second.

tyler and you managed to find a motel and in that motel an empty pool, where you sought shelter until the tornado passed over you. at that moment tyler had to help a man that had twisted his ankle, and a vending machine was blocking his way, due to the man panicking, he was gone.

tyler hid with you and another family of a mother and her daughter. the grip you had on tyler and that he had on you was like no other. you felt tyler plant kisses on your head to calm you down as you felt the tornado right above you, you held onto some pipes and his arms tightly, fearing for your life at that very moment.

when the tornado passed, you didn’t even want to let go of tyler, you hugged him and stayed with his arm wrapped around you the whole night, even when you shared your bed with him.

❛i know, “baby, no attachment.” but we’re… ❜

i have a ‘Twisters’ fic on wattpad if y’all wanna check it out! https://www.wattpad.com/story/374563132?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details&wp_uname=hearts4johnwick ᥫ᭡

[strayed-quokka]

lacking in subtlety || kim sunwoo

» summary: it was a bad idea to like your brother’s best friend. it was an even worse idea to let him into your room when your brother was one door down.   

» pairing: sunwoo x female reader

» rating: NC-17 minors do not interact 

» genre: brother’s best friend, smut, porn without much plot but there’s backstory i guess

» warnings: dominant sunwoo (kinda?), he’s also a bit possessive, i guess submissive reader, oral (m and f receiving), creampie, his hand finds your throat but there’s no actual pressure, vague exhibitionism (?), sunwoo gets caught but he kinda asked for it, the beginning takes ages whoops, open ending cause i’m annoying, one use of good girl and some pet names

» words: 4,738

» a/n: i know i’ve done brother’s best friend before but i’m a hoe for that concept aight deal w it… also i have like… 20+ smuts for the boyz in my drafts i don’t know what’s going on anymore but i’m thinking either juyeon next because hands or a threesome with moonbae because it’s been sitting in my drafts and lord is it wild 

also i know i disappeared but life happens and also people were stealing my work so i wasn’t really in the mood to write anything for anyone but here we are i’m back cause i wanna indulge ✌️

You’d never been much of a risk taker. In fact, on paper, you probably looked quite boring, good grades, a nice set of friends, never misbehaving, all of it lined up to make you rather uninteresting. That’s why when the shift from seeing Juyeon’s best friend Sunwoo, as someone more than a simple acquaintance happened, you simply ignored it. 

He’d never find you interesting enough. 

Though you were friends in a way too. Your brother was comfortable enough with Sunwoo never getting too close to you in that regard, and so the two of you would often interact even if he wasn’t there.

But the conversations were usually rather generic. Exchanges of how your days were, maybe the occasional comment about an outfit the other wore, but never anything beyond that. You still remembered coming downstairs in an oversized hoodie one day and Sunwoo jumping on the question to ask where you got it. He wore the same one in a different colour a few days later, and you swore he knew how flustered it made you.

You knew him, but you didn’t know him in a way that you knew friends. Nevertheless, you were always comfortable with him, even comfortable enough that during movie nights, if you happened to be around, lying next to him or even against him was deemed completely normal. 

You’d done it since you were little, and so even once it shifted from being simply platonic to something that made your heart race as you got older, Juyeon never once questioned it. He never felt the need to and neither did Sunwoo. You weren’t sure if he was simply oblivious or intentionally ignoring the way you felt, but you were relieved either way.

Juyeon never noticed that your first semester back from university, Sunwoo started to get more physical towards you. His arm being wrapped around you wasn’t new, but where he let his hand rest was. You still remembered the first time it fell on your hips, but it stayed unmoving and almost felt like an unintentional accident. 

Though with Sunwoo, nothing was unintentional. He thought you were beautiful and incredibly hard to resist, but he tried. He tried by simply leaving little hints, hints that could mean nothing or everything at the same time, and hints that Juyeon wouldn’t notice or brush off because Sunwoo wouldn’t cross that line. He’d never be so stupid. 

Sunwoo didn’t want to cross the line, but there was only so much self control he had. Especially when you never, not once, rejected anything that he did. 

You’d just finished your first year at university, enjoying the start of your summer break, when things shifted again. Trying to get used to Sunwoo drawing patterns on your hip or nuzzling up to you could never have prepared you.

The weather was terrible, a summer storm looming outside with the sound of rain crashing against the window as a random horror movie played that you lost interest in within the first twenty minutes, and you could tell Sunwoo didn’t care for it much either. Horror movies were Changmin’s thing, and maybe you should’ve been nice and invited your best friend along for the evening. 

You were leaning against Sunwoo, his arm around you and fingers resting on your hip with a blanket draped over your bare legs and a part of your waist.

Juyeon was on the opposite side, a bowl of near empty popcorn on his lap with a blanket around his own figure. 

Sunwoo shifted, the blanket slipping off your body though he caught it and covered you again, and you would’ve likely barely reacted if it weren’t for his fingers moving over your bare thigh. Your breath caught in your throat, and you tried to hide it with a cough though Sunwoo knew better. 

Though just because he knew better, didn’t mean he was about to risk it entirely. 

He’s slow, as if trying to calculate all the risks in the scenario he��s in, including both your potential rejection and Juyeon seeing what he’s up to, so it’s incredibly delicate as his fingers move under the thin blanket and to the hem of your oversized shirt, pushing it up above your hips. 

Your eyes widen, looking down though the skin he’s exposed lies very much hidden over the thin fabric that’s keeping you warm. You feel like you’re burning and can’t breathe, trying to regulate it without raising any suspicion. 

Sunwoo doesn’t feel your rejection, though he takes the time to whisper as quietly as he possibly can, “say stop and I will.”

You look over to Juyeon, but he hasn’t heard. It’s both a relief and a thrill, and you only nod to Sunwoo, tilting your head slightly upwards and to the side, eyes rested on his plump lips that had just hovered by your ear.

His fingers twist around the thin lace laying over your hip bone before he runs his hand down your thigh. He’s meticulous and painfully slow, but the result is that if you didn’t know any better, even you wouldn’t suspect much of anything. And the thrill of it all leaves you embarrassingly wet. 

You’re impatient too, and maybe it’s a mistake, but you push his hand just enough to rest in between your thighs. Sunwoo isn’t stupid either, he knows exactly what you want and exactly what you’re craving, and he’s more than willing to give it to you now that you’ve cleared up any potential misunderstanding of your motives. 

That’s the problem. Sunwoo has always been more than willing to do anything you ask, even when he shouldn’t. Whilst Juyeon had never explicitly stated that you were off limits, he knew that you were. He could have anyone he wanted. Anyone but you. 

And you’re exactly what he wanted. 

He’s teasing you, mostly because he doesn’t have a choice if he wants to remain discreet, but also because he likes it. He likes seeing you react, how you bite your lip and try to push your legs apart just enough for him to have his fingers between without the movement being too obvious. Sunwoo pushes into you as a response, and you can feel his cock against your ass. 

This was bad. You were both stuck here, and you were feeling incredibly hot and desperately trying to be quiet. 

“Are you okay?” he says it loudly, and you can’t believe the nerve he has to ask you right in front of Juyeon. Your brother looks over at you, concern on his face as Sunwoo’s fingers stop right back on your hip. 

“What’s wrong?” there’s genuine concern there, and now you wonder what you look like. 

“She feels warm. Fever?” 

You want to hit him, but the only way you retaliate is to shift around with the way you’re lying, purposely pushing against him. You hear the angry hiss leave his throat, but it’s so quiet, similar to a low growl, so you don’t think Juyeon hears it, or if he does, he assumes it’s because your shuffling around must’ve kicked his friend. 

“Do you wanna sleep? We can watch this another time,” you nod at your brother, for as much as you very much enjoy the lines you’re crossing, the gamble doesn’t seem worth it with him right here. That, and in some way, you respect your brother just a little too much. 

“I’m gonna have a cold shower,” you twist your body up, ensuring the blanket is still on Sunwoo as he lets you go and repositions on his side, “night Juyeon. Sunwoo.”

You hug your brother goodnight, retaliating by hitting Sunwoo’s ass over the blanket, making him yelp and glare your way as you disappear into the bathroom. 

Fucking hell, did that just happen?

You can’t believe it. The immediate guilt sinks in for what you’ve done. It’s obvious to you, just how deep your crush and sexual attraction for Sunwoo has gotten, but a part of you wishes you could still suppress it. 

The water is ice cold when it hits your skin and you let out a squeal, eventually rinsing yourself off and washing your hair, attempting to snap out of the constant daze and addiction that is Kim Sunwoo. But the more you let him be in your mind, the more he refused to leave, and the worse your thoughts got. 

Maybe you just needed to get laid. It had been a while since your ex (who you conveniently enough, don’t think Sunwoo liked), and now you were in a state of such frustration that you were taking it out onto the only man available in the house. 

Though desire was a funny thing. 

It just wouldn’t go away. 

You lay awake for hours, staring up at your ceiling with only one person on your mind. There’s no doubt you’re losing it, unable to sleep for every time you close your eyes, it’s the same thought and wish for a dream over and over again. 

You resort to the only form of advice you can run to. Changmin.

“It’s two in the fucking morning, please,” he groans, his voice rough and tired, and it really doesn’t help your sexual overdriven hormones. It’s not like you were attracted to your best friend, but his rough voice combined with everything else sent you into a near meltdown. Maybe you should just ask him to sleep with you. 

“I want to fuck Sunwoo,” it’s quiet. You’re not sure if Changmin has to think about what you said first before he reacts, or if he just has no idea how to react, but eventually you hear him shuffle around and speak. 

“I ehrm… I’m not sure what you want me to say to that,” he pauses again, clearing his throat, “does Juyeon know?”

“What the hell do you think?” 

“Yikes, you really do need to get laid,” you nearly scream before remembering that any loud noise is going to garner unwanted attention from the two men that are either just downstairs or down the hall from you, so you suppress your agony instead, “why Sunwoo, though?”

“Have you not seen him?”

“I mean… not recently,” you sigh, rolling onto your side to look out the window. The rain seems endless, so you can’t exactly expect Changmin to get up and walk here to keep you company. 

“You’re staying up with me.”

“I’m tired,” he groans, enough for you to briefly feel bad. Though one of your biggest flaws is your stubbornness and your best friend knows that. 

“If I have someone else give you company, will you let me sleep?”

“Who’s crazy enough to come out at-”

There’s an abrupt cut on the other line, and you realise Changmin’s hung up. He either had a death wish or a plan, maybe both, and honestly, neither were comforting to think about.

A knock on the door breaks you out of it, half expecting your brother or maybe both of the boys to walk in, but it’s only Sunwoo. Immediately, you feel the need to wrap your blanket over your bare legs, “come in?”

He finally steps inside, leaving the door slightly ajar as he approaches you. He’s still in the same sweatpants and shirt from earlier, his hair more ruffled and messy from the constant laying down. He looks so inviting, his lips so full and his eyes so entrancing. It’s pure torture. 

“Changmin messaged me,” you pale, and now you’ve decided that he really does have a death wish, “want to explain?” 

He holds his phone out to you, a message from a number you can recite by heart sent just a minute ago. 

Y/N wants to sleep with you. Double meaning implied. Leave me out of it.

“What the fuck Chan-,”

“Is it true? Double meaning implied?” he smirks, and you realise quickly that to him it’s become a bit of a game to see how far he can push and taunt you until you either decide it’s enough or give in. You’re not sure why Sunwoo suddenly got so confident, though you suppose he always has been, the only difference now is that he knows how you’re thinking.  

“You don’t have to cover up. It’s quite warm,” his voice is low, but you doubt it’s out of worry for Juyeon hearing him. He’s right as well. It may be raining outside, but it’s incredibly hot in here, and you let him when he asks to remove the fabric over your bare legs, taking a seat at the edge of your bed. 

“Are you… still watching that movie?” 

“Finished it. And two others. Juyeon went to bed, it’s literally been hours,” you nod, wondering if he really is two doors down from you, fast asleep. Maybe he’s scrolling through his phone or doing god knows what else. 

“And you?”

“Well…” he starts, his fingers moving up along your left leg and causing shivers to run along your skin, “see, I have a bit of a problem.”

You may regret asking, but curiosity gets the better of you and you feel like you’re damned to hell. That, and the fact that maybe you really don’t care at all anymore, about any of the risks, “which is what?”

He grins, and it’s a smile that tells you he has something on his mind that thrills him and intoxicates you. Sunwoo comes closer, resting the palm of one hand on your inner thigh to push your legs apart, his lips right by your ear, “I really need to know how sweet you taste.”

Your resolve breaks. Maybe it was broken before, but it’s definitely shattered now. A whimper falls past your lips and now he’s right above you, watching with eyes like you’re his prey. 

“Am I allowed, sweetheart?” 

It happens fast, the way you grip his shirt and pull him down until your lips meet. His lips are slightly salted, likely from the popcorn, and he’s quickly pushing his tongue between your lips and gripping you harder by your thigh. He’s rough, a little forceful with it, but you like the dominance he holds over you. 

“Fuck, you have no idea how hard it’s been to resist you,” he leaves open mouthed kisses down your neck, one of his hands slipping under your shirt to grope your breasts, playing with the sensitive flesh and hardened nipples, twisting slightly as you mewl underneath him. 

He’s overwhelming you. Sunwoo always has a way for your senses to go into overdrive, but with what he’s doing now, you can’t think.

“P-please,” you sound pathetic, but he’s nice enough to listen. At least you thought he was. 

“Let’s play a game,” oh no. He’s pulling you up, until you sit with your legs over the bed, planted firmly on the floor as your eyes find the still open door. 

You’d forgotten it was open. Sunwoo, however, clearly hadn’t, “what game?”

He’s down on his knees before you, his shirt discarded before you can even blink, and it takes a while to adjust to the naked chest and muscular build he’s always hidden from you. You tremble just at the thought, watching him closely as he repositions your legs onto his shoulder, pulling himself closer to you, “see how quiet you can be with that door open, sweetheart.”

You should be scared. The risk of getting caught has exponentially grown with the factor of an open door, but you feel his teeth lightly dig into the flesh by your upper thigh and you seem to forget everything else. It’s like he’s telling you to pay attention to only him, with each sharp sting of his teeth that leaves your skin red. 

Something about it you love. The dominance maybe, or maybe the possessive nature in which he litters your skin in angry red marks that you want to have, “look at me.”

It’s demanding, but you barely hear it first until his fingers dig into your thighs, pushing your legs just slightly more apart, and you sit up just a little to meet his eyes. He almost looks dangerous, near possessed in his hunger for you, and suddenly you’ve never felt more attractive in your life. 

He makes you feel wanted, and maybe that’s enough to explain why you’ve always been pushed towards him like a magnet. Even if you knew him at a surface level, he’s always been attentive to you in the little things. 

You nearly curse the world the minute Sunwoo delicately lays a kiss over your clothed clit, and it’s frustrating how that alone damn near makes you see stars. Such a simple touch of his lips should not feel like the end for you, and yet it does. You grip his hair before you can help yourself, pushing him between your legs as he chuckles, “are you that desperate?” 

“Shut up,” his nails dig into you harder, a scowl on his face as he nearly drags you down further, and you nearly yelp when your underwear is pushed to the side and his full lips meet your bare folds. 

“F-fuck,” he doesn’t respond to you. Either he’s off in his own world or he’s intentionally ignoring you as punishment for the way you run your mouth, but you’re in heaven, though it feels like the greatest sin that’ll have you sent straight to hell. 

You’d never have said you were a very vocal person in the bedroom. Even if someone made you feel good, your moans were usually quiet, more breathy and whispered than they were loud, but Sunwoo made you want to scream, and knowing you couldn’t made it so much worse.

Sunwoo seemed to know what he wanted, because without much warning, he’s letting his index finger graze your folds and it’s near embarrassing just how much of your juices coat his finger when he does, bringing it up to your lips, “are you gonna be good?”

You nod, desperate as you take his finger in your mouth, sucking on it like you would his cock, the taste slightly sweet while he’s back between your legs. You feel like your senses are going into overdrive, moaning as you take one of your hands and grip his hair, pushing his tongue deeper between your folds, but he doesn’t seem to mind. 

“S-Sunwoo, p-please,” you want to cum, and it feels like you’re so close, but it’s like he wants to remind you just how insufferable he is as he pushes back the second you feel like you may tip over the edge. 

The whine that releases in your throat is loud and pathetic, and you both share a wide look of shock and worry because what if Juyeon heard it. 

A minute passes, the only noise in the room being both of your heavy breathing, and when Sunwoo decides that Juyeon likely hasn’t woken up, his attention is back on you, “take off your shirt.”

You nearly don’t hear him, too busy staring at his swollen lips that glisten just slightly under the moonlight bleeding into the room, and he looks so beautiful that you feel like you’re falling for him right in that very moment, completely. 

“You need to stop staring like that. It’s not good for my heart,” his words make your head spin just as they put you into action, stripping off the very little you have on until you’re entirely naked. 

Sunwoo just stares first, and you wonder if maybe you should cover yourself but the minute you reach for the blanket, he’s stopping you, “don’t you dare.”

It’s rough, a demand that you listen to, especially when his fingers grip your chin to look up at him, “you look far beyond what I ever dreamed of.”

“You dreamed about me?” 

He grins, leaning down to kiss you as you let yourself go, back hitting the mattress as he hovers over you, “all the time.”

“Tell me,” you wanna hear it. Want to hear what you do to him, when this entire time you just thought that Sunwoo was the one making you crazy. 

“How good you must look with my cock inside you. You’d probably take it so well,” you’re nodding, whimpering slightly as he’s bruising your neck, and your hands are playing with the waistband of his sweatpants, asking without a word for him to take them off. 

It’s a relief to you that he listens, until you’re both entirely naked though you’re the one left salivating at his hardened cock. A little above average but thick, making you feel like you’re going dumb staring at him, “you wanna open that pretty mouth for me?”

You feel him grip your thigh and push you to the edge of the bed again, your face eye level with his waist, and it’s almost instinctual for you to part your lips, the tip of his cock laid flat on your tongue until you take him deeper. 

It becomes clear to you that you underestimated his girth, your jaw quickly sore but you don’t want to accept it either, relaxing your muscles as you swirl your tongue underneath the base of his shaft, moaning around his cock, eyes finding his to see that he’s already staring at you with such darkened lust that you feel like he desires only you, and it makes your head spin. 

“Just a little more, good girl,” his praise goes right to your core, making you shake and he notices, fingers tugging at your hair as you take him just a little more, your mouth so full that you have to release him and gasp for air, but Sunwoo doesn’t mind for a second that you need to pull away. 

Especially not when his patience is running thin with what he really wants. 

You watch him step away from you, making you nearly cry out and complain but he moves to sit up with his back against the headboard, tapping his thigh as if inviting you onto his lap, and you don’t need to be told twice to obey his wishes. He grabs your waist when you’re close enough, and in a way it’s gentle as he guides you, straddling him and making his cock ache against your bare cunt, your juices coating him as he tries to steady his breathing. 

“F-fuck, you sure you want this?”

He looks pained, like he would shatter if he had to stop now, but you also see in his eyes that he’s genuine. That he’s giving you one last out if you want to take it. Fortunately for you both, you don’t want to.

“Yes, p-please Sunwoo?” 

It’s the desperation in your voice that releases something primal in him, the last bit of reserve leaving him as he lifts your thighs with a harsh grip that makes you see stars, aligning his cock against your entrance. He’s careful and slow, which at first you want to cry about, but you quickly realise that he has to be slow or he may hurt you, your body having to adjust to how tight it’s gripping him. 

“G-god, have you never been fucked before?” 

“Not like t-this,” your mouth hangs open, eyes shut as he feels his possession of you grow, and it does things to him knowing that it’s only him that’s got you squeezing around his cock like it’s your first time. 

“There you go,” the praise makes you whimper again, clenching around him and Sunwoo nearly sees stars when he realises how much you like to be praised and told you’re good for him. 

He feels like you’re cursing him straight to hell with the thoughts you’re giving him, something primal in him awakening, leaving him barely able to wait for you to let him move. 

“P-please, m-more,” the open door has been forgotten the second Sunwoo lifts you off his cock before slamming into you, making you nearly scream in pleasure though he muffles it with his hand, alarmed though not near enough to have him stop. He doesn’t think he can, not with the way you feel around him, meeting the thrusts of his hips halfway as you bounce on his cock. 

“S-Sunwoo, m-more,” he groans, eyes falling between the way he disappears inside you and your lips, and he knows he can never return to seeing you the way he did before, not now that he knows he’s gotten his hands on you. 

“I want you to belong to me,” it should maybe be alarming, to hear him lay claim on you like this, but to you it’s the sexiest thing anyone’s said to you, and honestly, you know you already do. 

“F-fuck, yes,” your movements quicken, his hand finding the base of your neck, just to grip onto you but not adding any pressure, but the action is enough to urge you on, like you want to do more for him and he hisses at the way your wrapped around him so tight and willing. 

“Good, y-you do so good,” Sunwoo feels like he’s burning, gripping both your hips when he feels you lose control at his praise, keeping you in place with a vice hold that might even bruise, and you know you’re going not going to last. Not when you see the way his eyes are glazed over and never leaving you, his hair clinging to his forehead and his muscular chest moving rapidly as he breathes.

“Sunwoo, I-”

“I k-know baby,” his voice is smooth, but his pace is feverish and rough, and his neck presents itself to you just as the scale tips and you’re releasing your orgasm, biting into the skin of his shoulder to hide your pleasured screams of his name, the cries and the pathetic way he makes you whimper and see stars. 

The pressure and pain from your teeth and knowing why you bit him just as you grip his cock harder inside your walls has him spilling his cum into you before he can properly warn you, but you don’t seem to mind at all as his lips fall to your shoulder, muffling his own breathing as you both come down from your high. 

His hands find your back, nails grazing the skin gently before he’s just holding you in his arms, wincing slightly from the way you’re stimulating his cock even now, but when he tries to pull away from you, you grip onto him tighter. 

“P-please,” he nearly wants to cry, head falling back against the headboard as he looks up, trying to collect himself and maybe even think about what he’s just done. But all that runs through his mind is how you’re keeping him in place, gripping him, whimpering and willing and his, and he’s forgetting every possible consequence to his insane actions. 

“I’m a dead man,” you laugh, properly for the first time in a while and it makes him smile, and as much as he wants to keep you over him, to fill you up, he’s also a little more than relieved when you fall next to him because he’s not sure he could’ve handled the overstimulation any longer without being the one to beg. 

“So is Changmin,” even if your best friend will likely ask you questions, and likely throw it in your face that he did you a favor, you still very much want to kill him. Sunwoo chuckles, brushing his fingers against your shoulder gently, and the way his eyes are watching you so softly now makes your head spin.

“Kim Sunwoo, put your fucking clothes on or I will drag your naked ass out anyway, you’re dead,” both of you tense, simultaneously looking to the ajar door, though you can’t actually see Juyeon, you just very much know he’s there. You guess it could be considered kind of him to not just barge in, but it almost makes you more embarassed because if he’s not walking in, he knows exactly why he shouldn’t and there’s no way out for either of you.

You expect Sunwoo to be more ashamed or worried, but he sends you a cheeky grin and kisses your forehead before stumbling over to his discarded grey sweats. 

“Well, guess I have to go princess,” and while you’re left blushing, incredibly embarrassed, his bashfulness makes you smile, even when you know that Sunwoo is very much screwed. 

“Y/N, you too. Now.”

And so are you. 

waiting to be chased for the open ending but it just wasn’t important to the story to add what happens there so... 

anyway thank you to everyone for reading, commenting and liking my work even while i was gone :) there will be more cause like i said... moonbae threesome and juyeon hands whoops

on a rather serious note though, please do not plagiarise my damn work. i spend hours on it and while i was grateful to be tagged and made aware of what was happening to me and other writers, it really makes it hard to even have motivation to write and dedicate that time if someone just takes it. i understand similarities in ideas because that happens (like please, as if i’m the first to do brothers best friend), but to copy paste is just beyond disrespectful and i’m tired of it. 

tbz masterlist

[crownmemes]

Concerned Sentences, Vol. 2

(Concerned sentences from various sources. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"You are flesh and blood! You have feelings!"

"Can I help? I want to help."

"You look like you're carrying the weight of the world."

"Why are you frowning?"

"You look sad, when you think no one can see you."

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"We both know what this is really about."

"The world won't stop spinning if you take a day off."

"Have you been up all night?"

"You need to relax more. You're going grey!"

"Please, don't take any unnecessary risks."

"Have you ever thought about what 'enough' looks like for you?"

"Those things will kill you."

"When was the last time you took a break?"

"Why do you worry about me so much? You're not my mother!"

"Keeping it all inside you isn't going to make it disappear."

"Are you sure you want to do that? Once you cross, that line, there's no going back."

"It is a stupid idea and I know that because you came up with it after drinking half a bottle of scotch!"

"You're stretching yourself too thin."

"I'm not trying to be nosy. I'm just concerned about you, that's all."

"Whatever you've done, you can't run away from it forever."

"You don't have to prove your worth by running yourself into the ground."

"Must you always sacrifice your happiness for your sense of duty?"

"Who the hell do you think you are, interrogating me like this?"

"You are holding yourself to an unreasonable standard."

"Are you okay? Have you got a headache again?"

"You've always been a hell of a risk-taker but that was dumb and careless!"

"So nobody else knows about this?"

"What good can you do if you're dead?"

"Have you always felt the crushing weight of responsibility upon your shoulders?"

[lovebvni]

Shifting Timeframe? Pick A Pile

Welcome back to my bi-weekly pick a piles!! I was compelled by spirit to do a timeframe of when you will probably shift. Remember, general reading and YOU have the POWER to change it.

Also I've been seeing 325 a lot  - 3/25 is actually my birthday SOOO if anyone knows what that means please tell me!

Everything comes with a grain of salt, I will also have a shufflemancy going on in the background.

So, take a deep breath in...

Now out...

What emoji is your third eye telling you to pick?

🥚|🍭|🍬|🍶

pile 1 -- egg

A Month and a half, your day to shine.

Cards: Strength reversed, The Tower, Temperance, Knight of Cups

BESTIE OMG UR SO CLOSE TO SHIFTING WTF IM SO PROUD OF YOU, I KNOW ITS BEEN HARD BECAUSE OF THE TOWER CARD BUT I KNOW YOU'RE PUSHING THROUGH! You may feel vulnerable in some way, like you're not good enough? You are! You are the universe, you are the most powerful being EVER!! You should also take a quick 1-2 day break from shifting - this will also help you shifthere will also be someone coming in *possibly a friend, witch, or spiritual person* helping you out on this journey - they might be the one to give that final push.

Possible Personality Traits: Loving, giving, annoying {To yourself}, confident {On the outside}

Shufflemancy :

"Don't be afraid of heights 'cause we flyin'" - Rebels Call Me Karizma

"The time is upon you to show them what you can do and soon they will know that the day has COMEEE" - The Day - From Boku no Hero Academia, NateWantsToBattle

"I'm a little faded" - Slumber Party - Ashnikko

"It's exactly the same, they say 'why do you dress that way?' 'why do you act that way?' 'why aren't you just like me?" - Fire Drill - Melanie Martinez

Phrases, Numbers, Signs and more: 777, 666, Christmas, Bakugou, short tempered, Denki, Shinsou, shy, "You've got a friend in me", "Movie night!!", "Get in loser, we're going to the mall", "So you're obsessed?" Capricorn, Scorpio, Sagittarius, Taurus.

pile 2 -- lollipop

Within the next 48 hours, your dreams will come true.

(2 days to a week, actually)

Cards : 9 of Pentacles reversed, King of Pentacles reversed, 3 of Wands, The Fool reversed

OKAY FIRST OF ALL HOW LONG HAVE YALL BEEN SHIFTING I FEEL LIKE UR JUST A VERY SPIRITUAL PERSON!! But I feel like to get to that point you have to be less dependent on the things outside around you, and more on yourself. YOU'RE the one who can shift, the signs mean NOTHING if you don't take action. Do you abuse your power to shift in one way or another? Like start denying it exists JUST so The Universe will let you shift? Approach shifting like a timid animal in your backyard that's hurt. But yes, you definitely are shifting within the week. Your child-like wonder inspires me btw 

but keep your hopes up, you need more faith and hope that you will shift!

Possible Personality Traits: Softie on the inside, kind of shy?, risk taker, lover of music, goofy

Shufflemancy:

"Stupid boy think that I need him, I go cold like change the seasons, I go red hot like a demon, I go ghost for no damn reason, stupid boy think that I need him, stupid boy think that I need him." - Stupid - Ashinikko

"I'm not your friend, or anything damn, you think that you're the man, I think therefore I am" - Therefore I am - Billie Eilish

"You've got troubles, I've got em too, there isn't anything I wouldn't do for you." - You've Got A Friend In Me - Cavetown

"We bark alot" - GOODMORNINGTOKYO! - TOKYO'S REVENGE

"We can fill it up with grass and all the things that make it warm. When you leave to go fly across the sea, I'll be waiting here with Junior and the flowers that we've grown." - Things That Make It Warm - Cavetown

"We might hotwire this old car to drive" - Everything Is Temporary (Sticks and Stones) - Cavetown

"Look like I'm going for a swim" - Chun-Li Nicki Minaj

Phrases, Numbers, Signs and more:  Denki Kaminari, "I'm failing all my classes omg", 444, "Hey, a frown won't get you anywhere - SMILE MORE!", calming music, study sessions, sexually active, dirty-minded, lack of physical affection, "Rough around the edges", Cavetown, Air Signs, any dominant sign tbh, "Have high hopes but low expectation", UA traitor, villian

pile 3 -- candy

44 Days, but It feels like years.

TW: DRUGS, SMOKING, ETC.

Cards : 8 of Pentacles, King of Cups reversed, 6 of Cups, The Hierophant

If you've read any of my other tarot readings you KNOWWW the hierophant makes me feel like I'm being choked, but before you shift you're going to realize something new, something new will come to you I suppose? So it will be a new beginning, then shift, it will probably be a new hobby or a job you like. And, like pile one, you will get good advice from a friend. I know some of you guys are like 'im not attracted to people in this reality' but you might be soon?? it's probably someone you knew in your past life or something. It may just be a friendship though. But the hierophant is just emphasizing what I just said, a good friend is going to give you advice.

Possible Personality Traits: ignored, quiet, lonely, friendly, smart, emotional

Shufflemancy:

"The worlds a little blurry, or maybe it's my eyes." - Ilomilo - Billie Eilish

"Maybe I'm too emotional, or maybe you never cared at alllll" - Good 4 U - Olivia Rodrigo

"I don't smoke, I just like how it smells" - Cigaratte Ahegao - Penelope Scott

Phrases, Numbers, Signs and more: Senpai/teacher, "You sure do cry a lot.", "You shouldn't care so much", watching youtube, hbu?, ignorant accidently, 666, 999, 69, st0ner, dr!nking, first time

pile 4 -- drink

Anywhere from to day to the 29th of this month

Cards : Queen of Wands, The Lovers, Judgement, Page of Cups

CLEARLY YOU'RE SHIFTING FOR SOMEONE WITH THE LOVERS CARD COMING OUT I MEAN SAME BESTIE, you don't know when you will shift, and you def look to higher spirits. Try some shadow work - your inner child needs healing. The universe sees you and how much you have bene struggling and working towards this, and it thanks you deeply. Your hard work is going to pay off soon!

Possible Personality Traits: Disappointed often, violent, gay, dramatic ASF, popular, two face, probably on medication, has been hurt physically, emotionally, or some other way

Shufflemancy :

"She moves on pretty BLOODY QUICK" - Your New Boyfriend - Wilber Soot

Literally any MHA song

"Baby hotline, please hold me close to you!" - Baby Hotline - Jack Stauber

"She said you were a hero, you played the part. But you ruined her in a year, don't act like it was hard. And you swear you didn't know,  I wonder why you didn't ask, she was sleeping in your clothes, but now she's got to get to class." - Your Power - Billie Eilish

I hope this pick - a pile resognated! I've been going through a lot this week and I don't know if my accuracy may have failed bc of the stress I'm experiencing but I'm so glad like NOBODY is shifting in a year+( like 2023) bc I know you all work SO HARD to shift.

[elisacaleisa]

I wrote this in my discord server and then posted on twitter. Time to annoy here as well, HEEHOO!

Jax's Personality Swap AU!

DAMN PIPELINE: Kody > Huxley > Gavin > Damien > Lasko > Kody

NOTE: Since this is a personality swap, these characters are gonna be out of character, but Huxley will still remained as a supporting character, while Kody is still not (only personality change, not roles)! Typing this just to avoid confusion!

Damien > Lasko:

Tired Air Elemental:

- he is tired

- looks older than he actually is, its the wrinkles and white hair

- bro doesnt sleep

- not really mean, he just sounds really monotone and had the same expression

- "you all are idiots, why do i hang out with you"

- "you have 99/100. you can do it next time"

- he has trust issues and has hard time opening up

- he means well when you get to know him

- "i try to push you to your limits, because i believe you can surpass them... i'm sorry, i didnt mean to break your boundaries"

- still a dnd nerd but more of a dungeon master with ton of research for his homebrew campaign

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Gavin > Damien:

Daring Fire Elemental:

- more of a risk taker in a rebellious bad boy way? Outside of the academy

- night walks

- "are you lost, precious?"

- smiles all the time in a warm way

- "well, look at you, what a snack. are you cold? i can warm you up."

- very smart but doubts himself

- awkward with physical contact

- tries to be seen as overly attractive and an attention seeker to hide his emotional vulnerability

- he and his mom kinda argue so he left,,, whoops

- "arent you a doll, freelancer. heh... alright, we will hug. maybe even kiss?"

——————

Kody > Huxley:

Distant Earth Elemental:

- is not very friendly in the beginning

- trust issues! My favorite /j

- he can be a meanie :(

- "why do we keep bumping into each other?"

- freelancer does not give up

- "i can take care of myself, i am not that stupid" he sounded hurt...

- he misses his moms,,,

- he wants to fit in, but since people think he is stupid because he is an earth elemental, he decided to do the opposite and be alone by himself

- the only friend he had was Lasko but they fought they last time they saw each other

- "you actually like me, didnt you? what am i doing, why do i wanna hurt you so bad? im supposed to be your friend" - spinel from steven universe the movie

——————

Huxley > Gavin:

Oblivious Incubus:

- he is so lonely

- his only friend was Caelum, who is kinda a spoiled brat but nice only to Gav (slowly to FL)

- FL comes up

- "youre so pretty..."

- shit he said that out loud

- PANIC

- "ISAIDWELCOMEMYNAMEISGAVIN-"

- very friendly

- poor orientation skills. he has to walk with freelancer to get them to the academy

- loves physical touch

- gives fl a keychain for free!

- the keychain says big gulp. FL giggles

- "huh? Whats so funny?" ... "oh... Ohhh haha! Haha, i didnt even realize! Youre so smart"

——————

Lasko > Kody

Bashful Water Elemental:

- he is so innocent!

- he is trying to be helpful

- "a-are you okay?"

- freelancer says its okay

- "i struggle with my powers, i-im so sorry"

- kody is following them.... ok?

- kody, personal space pls

- he is trying to also help freelancer, since he knows the struggle of being useless

- kody is being very pushy...

- "well, in this book, it says that we should bridge if we want to maximize our potential in our elemental. w-what do you say?"

- kody is a creep again GOD DAMMIT!

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

“I bet you can’t give the best gift!”

Those words have been stuck in Leona’s head for weeks. He and Ruggie have always been risk takers in their strange friendships. Bets, pranks, jokes, dares, all the kinds of ways they push the limits of normal friends to easily be called enemies give or take on the games or pranks they have set. For this week, Leona decided to be bold and tease his hyena friend about his little notebook full of step by step plans and inky scribbles of romance between him and his partner, opening the door of Ruggie’s return on the same level of teasing about his relationship with the Pomfiore housewarden Vil.

The lion beastman let out a tsk as his ears flick, his green eyes already tired as he listens to Professor Trein. Betting on who can give a better gift now? Seriously, how boring we become… He thought to himself. He glanced outside to the Class-C P.E. classmates running around the field by foot and by broom. Violet leggings zipped past the blue sky as a beautiful blond haired witch standing on his well groomed broom with a gleeful smirk, his golden and lavender hair swaying with the wind.

Leona and Vil have been dating for a while now, about two months to give an exact answer. It was thanks to another little bet between Ruggie and the housewarden of taking Vil to his favorite place back home the time Vil visited the Sunset Savannah without getting caught by royal guards, and sure enough by the night fall, under the stars, out of breath from running from security, the two grew closer. Vil was the one who decided to ask the prince out on a date two weeks after returning to Night Raven Collage, which Leona accepted rather happily even if he denies it this day.

Their relationship is new to say the least. . . Cuddles, kisses, dates, actually talking and understanding someone, being seen as more than how you’ve always been… Neither Leona nor Vil thought it was possible. For Leona he thought at the very least his family would choose someone for him and if not he may have not found anyone for a while, while for Vil he always assumed any relationship he had would be purely based on image and his works.

And now, Leona stands by the shop window of Sam’s Shop at the various items to give to anyone.

The prince sighs, his emerald eyes looking at the pretty wrapped boxes and the shiny chains of golden hearts or arrows or porcelain birds. None fit Vil. Leona’s tail flick to and fro as he eyes all the items. He could order something online, but no matter how rich he is it wouldn’t show up any time soon, therefore Ruggie would win their stupid bet.

Just as his ears began to lower his eyes flickered at a box. He slowly smiles as he stares at the velvet wine colored box.

——————————————— 

Ruggie walks down the halls of school, hands behind his back. Beside him is his dorm leader who walks more regularly than the shorter one.

The Savannaclaw students stopped by the courtyard where Leona made haste and went right to the Pomfiore dorm leader’s side. With a kiss of a pale cheek, the lion handed the box to Vil. Vil raised an eyebrow. “Hmm? What’s this?” He asked as he took the box in front of him. Leona smirks, “Just a little something.” Vil tugged the ribbon and looked at the item, a lovely golden comb with a bit of pearl outline and an ivory handle. His purple eyes flutter in awe, a smile coming onto his soft lips. “It’s beautiful. Thank you dear.” He said, turning his head just enough to give his boyfriend a sweet peck of his lips.

I won't be able to do every single day of the @leovilweek challenge since a lot of stuff is happening, but I will join in whenever I can!

[reyreadersblog]

OKAY OKAY so like the idea was like an AveryJameson fic where they're watching stars, right? And Jamie points to the brightest star in the sky or smt (i think it's the north star), and he's like "that's our star" and Avery takes his hands and moves it to where the sun should rise and says somehting along the lines of, :That's our star bc i will ily u night or day or smt idk im not poetic w mushy mushy love things BC THE SUN IS ALSO A STAR YK YK???

Okay okay pookie, i'll try my best💟

Hope you'll like it.

Pairings: Avery Kylie Grambs x Jameson Winchester Hawthorne.

warnings: mention of death, grief.

A/n: i hope this is what you wanted, it's a bit corny but..

Taglist: @reminiscentreader @jkriordanverse @sophiesonlinediary @lxvebelle @f4iry-bell @s-rosie @his-littlefox @cocomowgy @mariamluv

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That's our star.

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Avery's pov:

"Heiress!!" Jameson's voice is like a nice breeze to my ear.

I am laying on the roof, watching stars.

"Hey, heiress why are you here?" Jameson looked down at me. He seemed worried, for me.

"Am i here? Am i not?" This was Jameson Hawthorne tasting his own medicine.

"Coping personalities now, aren't we heiress?" He asked me, well it was more of a rithorical question.

"Mabye we are, mabye we aren't" he didn't say anything but layed next to me, both of us on the roof top, staring at the skye full with stars.

He knew something was wrong, i didn't admit it, i didn't wanted to, but he knew. Just one word Jameson..just one single word...

"Tahiti" he said clamly, like it was just some meaningless word, like it wouldn't make me tell him everything i kept in my heart.

"Yesterday me and Libby went to see a house..where my mother and i lived, i found my old things, photos of my childhood..and i guess i'm a bit nostalgic, that's all"

"Tahiti" he said again.

"Wha-"

"You aren't telling the whole story heiress, are you? What else did you find?"

I sighed and took the drawing out of my coat's pocket.

Stars, little yellow colored stars.

"This is what i found, and it's very dear to me. When i was little I used to be so caught up with astronomy that i'd take my blanket with me and tried to watch stars the whole night. I liked to draw them as well and my mother kept them, like this one. She used to come up to on the roof hug and tell me stories.."

I inhealed heavily and continued. While Jameson's hand made it to mine and held it so hard, like holding my hand would decide his destiny.

"She'd tell me, eventually everyone's time would come to leave this place and when it did for her, i could lay on the rooftop and look at stars, she'd tell me one of them would be her....that's why i'm here in the first place...but they are just..stupid stars.."

Jameson was quiet for a minute or less, but then he moved his other hand to tug my hear behind my ear and rested it on my face.

"You're more beautiful on moonlight then anything i've ever seen"

He was cruel for this, he cruel for making me feel this way.

I took his hand and kissed it.

"Come here" he had said, but that's all he needed to say for me to move closer to him and lay on his chest.

He started running his hand throught my hair very gently.

His heart was beating unlikley, i knew his heart beat..every sound of it, slow, loud, fast..but now it was different.

There was few moments left until sunrise.

"Do you think she's watching at us?" I asked.

"I'm sure of heiress, but do you think she likes me?" I chuckled. Jameson Hawthorne always knew ways to make me laugh.

"I'm sure she thinks you're my soulmate. Mabye a bit too much of a risk-taker, but overall you're great."

He smiled. If you'd make me choose between watching Jameson's smile or watching stars every night, i'd chose his smile. Whenever he smiled my breathing stopped. Just a curve of his lips could make me forget my every worry.

He held his hand out and pointed at one star, the brightest one. The north star.

"That's our star"he said.

One..two..three, i counted to myself.

Then i took his hand and pointed it where sun would rise in few seconds.

"No, Jameson, that's our star.. because i'll love you day and night"

We stayed quiet for a few moments, i even though what i had said was too much, but he spoke.

"You never fail to make me think of how lucky i am to have a girl like you fall in love with me."

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[brainrotcharacters]

COD boys x Falcon!Reader

I was rewatching mcu stuff so guess what.

tags: situationship because I like my men emotionally inept, Redwing, gender neutral reader, Ghost x reader, Alejandro x reader, Soap x reader, Gaz x reader,

Ghost

the respect he has for your skills are unsaid, and more powerful for it

if the current mission requires aerial forces, he'll have less worry on his mind knowing you're up there too

although he does acknowledge the concerns of his men, he always says “Falcon is up there” as if that’s an answer (it is to him)

one time, you were making hardware changes on Redwing

Ghost arrived and sat down nearby, handing you tools and bits that you needed

you give him a critical, teasing glance, "How do you know which ones I need?"

"I learn." was all he said

"There's not exactly a lecture room at base to discuss my tech."

"I learn from watching you."

you stare at him for a second longer, toes curling inside your boots, and then accept the piece he handed you "Does that mean you are interested?"

at that, Ghost moved to leave "I came here for some peace and quiet, but if you insist..."

"Hey, come on Ghost. I'm just messing with you. Sit down."

he chuckled as he returned to his seat

you ignored the way your gut dropped thinking of your poor chances at something with him

you cleared your throat "Soap being annoying again?"

"What's new?" he sighed, exhausted and fond at the same time

Alejandro

he is responsible for your other title "Anghel de la Guardia"

at first, he wanted to have a turn at the wings

mainly to find new ways to put his life at risk smh Alejandro, meaning you tease him by constantly refusing

one time, your equipment was compromised and as Colonel, he had to make snap decisions to help you land as safely as possible

as soon as your harnesses from the flickering, sparking technology were removed, Alejandro practically ripped it away across the floor to check your safety

the nearly-childish awe he felt for it was reduced to nothing if it meant he would lose you

Rudy had the equipment moved, then urged everyone else to take inventory and leave the colonel to you

Alejandro joined you on the floor, one hand on the side of your neck, and another hand to your hip, demanding "are you okay?"

"I'm okay," you forced yourself to ignore how warm his touch felt through your suit. "Relax, Colonel. I survived."

"Barely!" he snarled through his teeth. He was trembling. "I thought we agreed not to be stupid without each other, ah?"

Alejandro didn't have you grounded, but also kept a closer eye when you returned to the air

"Careful. You're beginning to act like an overprotective lover." 

"You need someone like that." 

"Are you offering?" 

"Are you going to say yes?" 

any traction made on the unnamed thing between you and Alejandro was interrupted by the next mission, and it went to the back of your minds once again

Soap

everyone else, from Gaz to the medics to the other lads at base have mentioned how Soap doesn't shut up about the Falcon and their barrel rolls and close shaves and smooth banking...

he is in awe of your flight training and damn it he'll make everyone appreciate it

with you, he manages to keep things more or less professional, and never asks about your specialty unless it directly influenced the current objective of the team

he's always your first responder on comms and the last person to check on you after a successful mission

Johnny is so endearing to the point that you offered a test run with him, but he politely declines, teasing "you look prettier up there than I ever could"

during one mission, Soap talked his way into the bad end of several guns outdoors

he recognized you hovering behind their heads and began to boast "Your time is up. 141 is here."

naturally, his hostage takers looked left and right, deciding Soap was a delusional liar

"Look up."

You've gotten close enough to throw two good kicks, grabbing Soap by the arm as your wings reformed into a shield against the gunfire

"My hero." Soap grinned

"You're good at this damsel thing." you quip back. "Injuries? Guns?"

"No injuries. One handgun." the bullets began to grow less and less

"You'll survive." when they began to reload, your shield returned to its default form, and Soap rushed around you to start a counterattack

Gaz

considering Gaz's rather complicated relationship with helicopter crashes, things changed a bit when you were added to the team

You easily developed a habit of swooping in to save him that it reached a point where you coded a program specifically for Gaz's accidents he jokes that it's because he's your favorite

Gaz would say that he's become more careful with himself, but the rest of the team vehemently argue that he's gone more reckless than usual

The madman tossed himself over the tumbling, screeching body of the chopper and into the air before allowing you time to lock in on his location

tiny, reliable drones immobilized the propellers of the helicopter as you tackled Gaz

"You're an absolute jerk!" you laugh over the comms, your thrusters increasing in power to reach him faster. "Redwing, propellers!"

The usual, relieved "Falcon's got him" is heard over the comms

Gaz seems like the type to be genuinely interested in the details of a technology such as this, and has gone on for hours bouncing ideas back and forth with you

It was this interest and curiosity that positively influenced Gaz's perspective and affections for you

plus, he's the type to ask nicely to help in a test flight... and make those wings look good

[rivangel]

I like to think levi looks at hange and thinks comfort and stability or consistency. Considering hange is one of the few that came back alive and still maintained their eccentric personality. Excited to learn and to tell levi all about what they’ve learned because that’s bestie right there whether they admit it or not

oh yes. (by one of the few that came back alive i’m assuming you mean after no regrets??)

every scout in short believes in creating a world without the horror of the titans to explore freely, BUT i think hange really embodies that in how they present themself. they’re bubbly and excitable and UNABASHEDLY PASSIONATE about not just titans but the scouts’ whole mission. they’re unashamed.

but hange (and this is often missed by fans for some reason) isn’t stupid or an airhead??? they’re a scientist, and a scientist brave and/or crazy enough to study titans at that. like after nick was murdered, hange played up a whole sympathetic act in order to pick up on a clue that it was the interior MP that did it.

they're so childlike and eccentric and excitable, but the magnitude of everything they personally have been through, and the stakes of the scouts' mission, weighs just as heavily on them as any other scout. like after the titan is discovered in the wall.

(THEYRE TREMBLING ALL OVER😭)

furthermore they're canonically the SCARIEST when angry, including in this situation where they got very close to throwing nick off the wall. NOT EVEN LEVI IS AS SCARY FIROGJTIR this has nothing to do with their relationship im rambling sorry sorry

they're a reckless risk-taker which reminds me of someone else levi knows lol. interestingly levi never takes unnecessary risks so if hange is levi's comfort, then levi is their anchor lol

bit of a side note but undoubtedly hange reminded levi a lot of isabel. (and erwin w/ farlan, and then falco and gabi it’s true sue me)

one thing levi has criticized hange for is their propensity to run and hide (ie in the uprising arc... not included in the anime)

god this scene is so funny by the way

this comes back up during the rumbling, when hange proposes/muses that they and levi should just stay there and live together. (which makes hange surprisingly like jean, who was the most reluctant in the alliance to fight the rumbling.) levi asks where running and hiding is going to get them...

but hange's position as commander has changed them evidently. the rumbling is leagues worse than the uprising situation, but - and tho that's still what they wanted to do - they were already in the middle of building the cart to transport levi on. which seems to make him feel relieved.

so predictably, levi is the source of strength/stability/comfort for hange after post-RtS. levi looks to them to lead, for stability; they're the last veteran left too. no doubt he was there for them every step of the way.

aka they're both each other's comfort at that point.

so it's interesting to reflect on how their relationship has changed since levi started out ready to shank hange for listening to him, farlan, and isabel discussing their murder erwin plan reeling from their hurricane-force excitement, kind of getting unwittingly attached, and getting royally annoyed whenever hange did something dumb.

ie, almost breaking their neck when falling off that ladder to reach a book in that side story.

[konigsblog]

Hello! Absolutely love your writing!

Could I please request Soap/Price NSFW alphabet? x

aw thank you!! of course, price's will be out later today or early tomorrow

soap mactavish NSFW alphabet

warnings: nsfw obviously, cum, spanking and ass slapping, mentions of blowjobs, sir kink, breeding kink, degrading, teasing, power kink, mirror sex, mainly m recieving masturbation, wax play, doggy style, matting press, knife kink,

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a- aftercare, whats their aftercare like?

johns aftercare is gentle and loving, placing little kisses aa he cleans you up with a towel before running a shower for you both. you clean eachother up and wash eachothers hair.

b- body part, do they have a favourite body part?

your ass, its a cushion. big or small, his head will rest this. he digs his fingers into it, occasionally slapping it when he sees you. he can't help it! you just look too good.

c- cum, anything to do with cum

he likes cumming on your face after you suck his dick. seeing it drip down onto your tits drives him wild.

d- dirty secret, do they have secrets?

whilst on deployment, he takes either; a bra, your lace panties or a nude in polaroid form. he thinks you don't know but when you see him unpack you see a tent in his pants staring at whatever he's taken.

e- experience, how many times?

he's scottish (just like me) so you can expect experience, what can i say? everyone wants that scottish dick...

f- favourite position, any positions they prefer?

doggy style, matting press... mainly he prefers anything where he can see your ass jiggle as he slams his hips against it. both of you moaning in unison.

g-goofy, are they sarcastic or serious?

i see him being more serious, but then again i see all task force members being serious. i don't see any to make jokes, maybe they'd mock you, but jokes are off the table when in the bedroom.

h- hair, are they well trimmed? does thr carpet match the drapes?

he usually cuts it while he's with you, trimming it down enough thats comfy for both if you. yet, when he's on deployment he lets it grow. it's a waste of time that he could use training.

i- intimacy, how romantic are they?

mainly degrading you, he isn't the lovey-dovey type until after the sex. he'd call you a brat or mock your moans at the slightest of touch and actions.

j- jack off, how often do they get off?

fairy regular, a normal amount i'd say. he doesn't really jerk off while on leave because he has you. deployment is fairy often but not too much.

k- kinks, any kinks?

degrading kink, power kink, he likes fucking you infront of a mirror, seeing the look on your face and forcing you to watch. knife kink and wax.

l-location, do they like public or privacy?

i mean, he'd prefer private but if you both can't wait you'll find the nearest bathroom and fuck eachother stupid.

m- motivation

teasing, he's such a tease. slowly going up and down your thigh, stopping when you make noise. "quiet for me, lass."

n- no, what wouldn't they do?

anything that would seriously harm you, he likes to use a knife but only grazing. never enough for you to actually bleed of cry from pain.

o- oral, receiving or giving?

preferably recieving. doesn't mean he wouldn't eat you out. but he likes the way your lips wrapped around his dick, slowly sucking him. giving little licks to the tip to tease him back.

p- pace, how fast are they willing to go?

starting off slow, gradually getting faster. he only starts slow to build you up, then rips you apart as he speeds up. his dick hitting that sweet spot.

q- quickies, what do they think about quickies?

he'd rather take his time, if your at a party and suddenly horny he doesn't mind taking you in the bathroom... but then he can't tease you, and you know how unfair he likes to be.

r- risk, are they a risk taker?

regarding the fact he'd do it in public, i guess. but, he'd never take you if you weren't in birth control and weren't ready for a baby. thats not happening at the moment.

t- toys, do they experiment with toys?

sure, some toys here and there. just like when hes on deployment, he understands that you might want to get yourself off. he'll get a dildo that looks similar to his own cock so you can imagine him every time.

u- unfair, how much do they tease you.

read above, he's a tease for sure. edging you until you're in tears and whining from touch. only whining will make him stop though, being more and more unfair.

v- volume, how loud are they?

occasional grunts and moans, not as much as you but still enough to show that he's enjoying himself.

w- wild card, your own headcanon?

i think he wants you pregnant, a breeding kink maybe. or a sir kink, he knows its not the time and prefers not to say anything about the sir kink because you know he gets called, "sir" at his work.

x- xray, whats going on under those clothes?

5.3 inches flacid, 6.1 inches hard. a thick vein across his shaft and uncircumcised.

y- yearning?

definitely more horny, he initiates most of the time. other times you do. him being horny gets you horny.

z- zzz, how quickly do they fall asleep?

not until your cleaned, had a shower, in a comfy shirt and massaged will he fall asleep. your needs matter more than his, he thinks.

[mariisaaaaa]

It's not that he's dense. 

Hanamaki and Matsukawa think they're so funny and inconspicuous with how they're whispering little "inside jokes" behind his back. They're both under the terrible assumption that Tooru doesn't have enough emotional intelligence to know. But, see, here's the thing: Tooru does know. It's kind of hard not to, what with how Iwa-chan has stuck by him through the years. It's hard not to when the familiar jingles of Iwa-chan's ringtone chime every day like coming home–no matter how convoluted it is to liken scheduled phone call ringtones to the weighty feel of tadaima on the tongue; this is what coming home is to them. It's kind of hard not to know, not when Iwaizumi's love never felt small against the growing distance, only stronger, greater, fuller.

He knows. He's never not known. Tooru is not dense. But he is stupid.

For now, he'll pretend. He'll pretend about not knowing, because if he says it out loud then it'll be real. And if it's real, then all the chances are going to be real as well. Tooru's a risk taker. He threw it all to the wind the moment he first set his mind on flying to the other side of the world. Tooru knows loss. He's danced with it a couple thousand times to the beat of a ball meeting the ground. Tooru knows bravery. Has worn it over his physique even when he never could quite fit it right over his skin and bones. Tooru knows fear. Has laughed in its face at the other side of a battle won. 

But in this, fear is a looming figure that Tooru cannot out-brave. In this, fear does not come to get him in its claws. It waits for him to come to it. To take that step. To be brave so it could pull its joke. Tooru's a risk-taker, but Hajime is not a risk that he's ever going to be courageous enough to take. Hajime's love is too heavy a trust to carry. Tooru's afraid that one misstep and he'll lose hold of what they are, and all that Tooru and Hajime ever were would break into tiny million pieces. But most of all, Tooru's scared of himself. He's scared that he could never match the weight of Hajime's love. That it would never feel right blanketing his skin. That he’ll hit too hard what was given to him to cradle. That the palms of his hands were too rough for the heart he’s been given. He's laid himself bare once, at his lowest. Left everything behind to start anew. If fate decides to have him fall on his knees again, what's to say that he wouldn't leave Hajime behind? He's only ever known to move forward after all, no matter how lonely the path in front of him is, no matter what he’s leaving behind. 

So in matters of Tooru and Hajime, he will continue to pretend to be stupid. Hajime can live without ever knowing hurt at the hands of Oikawa Tooru. Nothing needs to change between them. This is fine, and it will be fine.

[crowparties]

xyx scratches such an itch in my brain, he’s such a fantastic character. i think, the fact that team’s initial xyx write up being straight up platonic really just adds to the charm of it for me. 

i just really appreciate that his route is about asserting personal boundaries, and how he, while still maintaining good friendships online has this distinct divide between his online life and offline one. he’s warm and easy going, but still so wary. i  just, i like  that he’s a lot more withdrawn than he lets on. he’s been burned before, he’s jokey and fun and light  hearted and absolutely fumbles when met with patience and genuine kindness. 

i don’t know, i just i really like how he feels like a friend. it’s different when he joke flirts and  when he actually  flirts. it doesn’t feel scary, or anything. it’s just. it’s so nice. he’s so nice. and like he’s pretty, and he has freckles, and im stupid bc i love career oriented ppl who are hard workers who still know how to have fun. i like ppl who make me want to work hard to meet their level. he’s a risk taker, which at worst could be bella swan ala new moon just trying to feel, but also just. he’s out there touching rocks and jumping into the ocean, we love that bro. 

and i just. the entire bit of cat?? cat helpign enforce self care for xyx?? *chef’s kiss* perfection. idk, he’s so functionally unfunctional, and idk having a pet rlly helps.. his worry and concern over cat. 

the way xyx never feels like he can truly be himself and let loose?? he has to choose his words carefully for work, he chooses his words carefully around friends because he doesn’t want to be a serious guy. he’s always swapping between  those, so finding  people (toaster, salo, even you the player) he can actually fully relax around  is really good??  

i feel like i have more but im gonna shut up i need to finish my accounting stuff  whatever!! bloomic is  fun!! it’s cool!! it’s such a neat exploration in what modern dating and meetcutes really are these days, and the fact that the cast is in  their mid to late twenties makes it all the more better. reminded  me a lot of my own experiences, but like better?? LMFAO.  it was a very kind game to play, it’s been really comfy to  replay

[lambsouvlaki]

For the Hell of it - Realisation

Character: Jason Todd x civilian! Fem!oc

Rating and Warnings: G, guns.

Word Count: 1481

Summary: Red Hood saves Andy. She figures out who he is.

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It was the most inept bank robbery she had ever seen. 

Admittedly she had never seen any bank robberies outside of heist movies, but with Gotham’s reputation for crime she expected better. Was a baseline of competence really too much to ask for from her hostage takers?

Apparently what Jason always said was true: most criminals were either desperate or stupid. These were both. 

She kept her head down and did as she was told. The two sweating goons in charge of the hostages were moving them upstairs to the staff lunch room. There wasn’t enough room in the elevators, so the first goon took half of them up. Only there wasn’t enough room in the second elevator for the remaining hostages either, and Andy found herself awkwardly standing in the corridor. 

“You. Wait here.” The goon levelled his rifle at her. “I’m coming right back, you even shuffle from that tile and I’m splattering your brains on the wall.” 

The elevator doors closed, and he had to lower the rifle or risk it getting caught. Andy lifted her zip tied hands in a gesture of surrender. 

That was twenty minutes ago. 

She was starting to suspect he was not, in fact, coming right back. She looked across the empty hall. It wasn’t one of Gotham’s fancy historical banks, just some sad local branch with low ceilings and thin plaster walls. The muffled wine of the drill they were using in the vault kept starting and stopping. 

If one of the others found her standing around unattended they might think just shoot her. Surprising the two with the hostages didn’t seem a safe bet either. She flexed her aching wrists. What to do, what to do? 

There was probably a back door, maybe she could just… leave? Would the police shoot her on sight? Or worse, take her in, see her criminal record and assume she was an accomplice? Holy bologna, this was bad. Jason’s bouts of family friendly swearing were rubbing off on her. 

She pressed the call elevator button with a tingling finger.

It didn’t light up. She tapped it again a few more times. Nothing happened. Hm. That couldn’t be good. 

Well, you weren’t meant to use elevators in a crisis anyway. She tried the door to the stairwell with no hope of finding it open. The door swung open without resistance. 

She stared at a bright red helmet with glowing white eyes. 

She blinked. 

A hand grabbed her, dragged her into the stairwell, and closed the door behind her again. She backed up against the door, her bound hands held over her heart, shrinking beneath an angry Red Hood. 

“What are you doing here?” he demanded. His voice modulator crunched and rumbled out a terrifying tone. 

“I– I was cashing a check–”

“What are you doing here?” 

“I’m a hostage? I’m a hostage, and I got separated,” she said, her voice higher pitched and too fast. “They took the others upstairs, told me to wait, they were coming back. I–I think they forgot about me.” 

He sighed deeply. 

Nerves that spiked horribly whenever she ran into the terrifying vigilante were slightly affronted. 

“It’s not my fault!” she hissed.

“I don’t know, you didn’t check today’s crime schedule before leaving the house?” he drawled, while reaching for her bound hands. “Are you hurt?” 

She shook her head. 

In the gloom of the stairwell she didn’t see what he did before the zip ties loosened and fell away. He took her wrists and started massaging life back into them with efficient but gentle movements. She hissed at the twinge of pain where the ties had cut in too deep. 

“How many are there?” 

“Um. I saw six. Four in the vault, two upstairs.”

“Hostages, Andy.”

“Oh. Seventeen. That’s including me, so, sixteen now, I guess.”  

The helmet turned to face a dark corner of the stairwell. He made a gesture with his hand and jerked his head upwards. A mass of inky black without mouth or eyes separated itself from the darkness. 

Andy yelped and jolted back. 

A cape flared as the figure disappeared up the stairwell. Only belatedly did Andy register it had had the yellow outline of a bat on its chest.

Red Hood took her shoulder and gently guided Andy away and down the stairs. He opened the door and led her into the parking garage. There were no flashing lights, no cops demanding they get on the ground. 

“I’m okay. I’m okay. Thank you,” she said quietly, while he looked around. “You can get back to…I can get myself home from here.”

He looked at her for a long moment. She tried to hide the shaking in her hands. 

“Do you know where we are?” 

She did. She’d gotten herself here, so she had to. Her mind twisted on itself and presented her with no answers. Her brow furrowed. 

“Um. Maybe you could point me to the nearest bus stop?” 

It was amazing how expressive a blank mask could be. She couldn’t see the sceptical raised eyebrow and yet she was fully aware of it. 

He turned and walked away. She trailed after him. Nestled in behind a support column was a massive and high-tech looking sports bike. It was matte black with slashes of red here and there. She had recently developed an appreciation for such things and stared at it in awe. If the crooks hadn’t taken her phone she would have asked to take a photo to show Jason. 

“I rescued you, I have to make sure you get home safe. Might end up accidentally taking a bus to Metropolis otherwise.”

“What if your… comrade needs help?” 

“With those idiots?” He scoffed. 

He swung a leg over and settled himself on the bike. He patted the back seat.

She hoped on behind him. It wasn’t much of a second seat, just enough to make do. It wasn’t uncomfortable, she had done this a hundred times with Jason, even if his bike didn’t demand she drape herself over him quite so much and cling on like a little monkey. It was a crushing disappointment that she didn’t have her helmet with her, they would have to drive at responsible speeds. 

She put her hands on the Red Hood’s waist, just above the guns strapped into his thigh holsters. It dawned on her how extremely trusting this was of him. 

He had saved her a couple of times by now, he must have categorised her as harmless. He even remembered her name. 

He tilted his head slightly. Not enough to look back, just checking if she was ready. 

She gave his waist a slight squeeze. She leaned into him in preparation for the burst of speed. 

They took off, smoothly rounding the spiral ramp out of the basement and onto the back road. She moved with him through it. 

And a revelation she had been circling for months finally settled into place. 

A month earlier Jason had called her at four in the morning and asked if she had any plans for sunrise. 

Too baffled and sleepy to complain, she informed him she had no plans. He appeared on her doorstep in the dark ten minutes later, looking wired and exhausted and wide awake all at once, which was a Jason specialty. He beckoned her to his bike.

They drove for no amount of time that could possibly be tallied. It was all lost in the void of velvety darkness and neverending sodium street lights, a world inhabited solely by startled rabbits and truckers. Chased by the wind, chasing the dawn, on a road that bent, and wove, and rose up to meet them infinitely. 

All that mattered, all that truly existed, was moving in tune with Jason. Not trying to anticipate or follow, simply feeling what flowed through his body and letting it flow through hers as well. 

They finally stopped at some coastal town that was mostly flat and grey pebbly beach, grinding to a halt on the side of the road. 

Light leached into the sky from over the sea as the nighttime gloom surrendered slowly to the pastels of dawn. They took off their helmets. They were both sore from the long ride, but felt no need to move.

Jason leaned back against her. She wrapped her arms around his waist and held him. He sighed wistfully and tipped his head back to lean against hers. She rubbed her forehead against the soft hairs at the back of his neck. 

They watched the sunrise together. 

Red Hood stopped outside of her apartment. She patted his side, a familiar gesture of thanks. He froze, then lowered his head. 

She slid off the bike and took a few steps towards her door. She looked back. 

He sent her a look she read plain as day through the helmet. Wary, hopeful, tentative, self conscious. 

She smiled at him. 

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[ashprince-of-bel-air]

Sailor's Folly: Part 2

A/N: Part 1 did not feature much Buggy so I made myself write a part 2 in the hopes people would be interested now that it had our favourite blue haired menace in it.

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“I’m Buggy, Buggy the Clown.”

Those words had echoed in your ears, your eyes widened slightly as you remembered where you had seen him. His face had graced many wanted posters that you had seen in your travels previously. How on earth could you have forgotten that blue hair and facepaint? You could have almost slapped yourself for being so stupid, he was one of the most famous pirates in the East Blue. You mentally blame it on the rum for not initially recognising who he was. Buggy sat there with a smug smirk on his face as he could see you finally recognised who he was. You took a swig of your rum and cleared your throat.

“I only know Blackjack I’m afraid… Captain.” Your voice was soft as your addressed him, you knew how powerful and revered he was amongst the pirates here and you did not want to upset him. Your soft voice like silk calling him captain was enough to almost make him shudder, he wanted to play with you know and he wanted to add some interesting stakes to your game.

“Blackjack is fine, Doll.” His smirk was wide and his eyes glistened. You pulled all your errant cards back together, shuffling them in your hand. Your gaze never left his cerulean eyes, feeling his gaze hot upon you, you did not want to give him a reason to get an advantage over you, now that you knew who he was.

“I’ll deal then shall I?” You question softly. A soft nod of his head was all the confirmation you needed and you dished out the cards, two each, your goal was to see who would end up closer to 21 than the other. You both held the cards in your hands and examined them, yours were an Ace of spades and a 6 of hearts, 17 altogether. It was a solid hand; you could gamble and ask for a hit for another card but the stakes were not defined yet, so you were hesitant to take a gamble, unsure as to what he would ask for if he won.

“So what are the stakes then, what do I get when I win” Your voice cocky as if to call a bluff that you would win, this was not a game where you would want to show insecurity. Buggy cleared his throat and began to answer with that dazzling smile of his and a cheeky glint in his eyes.

“If you win, I will pay your bar tab, heaven knows you will have racked up a good one by the end of the night at this rate “He chuckled and nodded to the nearly empty bottle of rum you had, it had only just started to make you tipsy. A devilish smirk appeared on his face. “Though, if I win, I want you to join me on my ship for a private drink.” Before you could even protest he placed his cards face down on the table and held his hands up in defence. “I promise nothing untoward my darling, just a private drink away from prying eyes to get to know you better.” His eyes glistened mischievously as he smirked at you, picking his cards up and contemplating them once again, you almost blushed at his smile, you thought he was beautiful, and it wasn’t the drink talking either.

True your bar tab tonight would be fairly substantial, it would hurt your purse, but you would survive, although a free night of drinking was alluring. You pondered your options and decided to take a gamble, the rum may have spurred you on further but fuck it, you were always a risk taker.

“let’s do It!” You smirked glancing at your cards. “Best 2 out of 3 sound fair to you?” You gauged his reaction and was not surprised to see a giant smile form on his face, he looked like he had not had this much fun in a long time. The first round resulted in you winning, Buggy called for another card and ended up with 22 and going bust, keeping your 17 safe.

The second round did not favour you as well, you pulled a King of hearts and a 5 of diamonds, you called for another card which was a King of spades causing you to go bust. It all rested on this next round. This made things very tense at the table, you had both won a round each and were now praying to be the winner.

You had now had more than your fill of rum at this point, having played Blackjack with Buggy, hoping that he would be footing the bill for you, it was not often that you lost at Blackjack anyway, you seemed to have some divine luck with it. The final game was afoot, you were swaying softly from the alcohol and slurring slightly, it had been a long night for you.

The luck of the cards was with you again as you won the third and final round, your arms shot up drunk in celebration, you were now extremely inebriated from the night you had been so thoroughly enjoying. You had won again, much to your surprise as it had been such a close call. You stood up from your chair on your wobbly legs and attempted to bow somewhat before Buggy politely, only managing to do so in some sort of fashion as you were holding onto the chair and table for dear life. Buggy watched you attempt to walk away with a soft smile on his face, you only made it a few unassisted steps before you fell over. You were drunk. Buggy was many things, a pirate, a scallywag, a thief, but no one had ever said he was not a gentleman, though it was questionable at times. He scooped you up from the floor in your drunken stupor, you continued to run your mouth and speak absolute gibberish which he enjoyed as it made him chuckle. Buggy was not sure what ship you had come from, but he did not want to leave you alone, a rare bird such as yourself needed protecting in his mind.

That is what he told himself when he took you back to his ship and laid you in his bed. He was now fascinated with you, he spent all night watching you sleep soundly in his bed, enjoying the vision of you, he could lie to himself all he wanted that he did this to protect you, he knew deep down that he did this for selfish reasons.

It had been a deep and uneventful sleep for you, you remember winning Blackjack but that was it, you woke early in the morning with a headache and a groan, sitting up in bed. In bed? This was not your hammock. Where on earth where you? You looked around and realised that you were no longer aboard the Going Merry, you were in some lavish room and four poster bed with no idea how you got here.

[kivaember]

I liked your rambling awhile back on Pater? Do you have any rambling thoughts about Maeterlinck?

I DO HAVE SOME RAMBLING THOUGHTS ABOUT MAETERLINCK.

So, I feel like she's someone who's comfortable succeeding in the middle of the pack, as it were. She doesn't want to stand out, especially in a group like the Vespers, because standing out there would mean getting targeted.

Freud. Snail. Rusty. These are the most well-known Vespers and they're continuously getting targeted by rival corporate mercs or even independent mercs looking to make a name for themselves or to settle grudges. True, it means they feature more in Arquebus's relentless merchendise campaign for the Vespers and even get a cut, but Maeterlinck is content with her current salary if it meant she didn't invite more attention and/or danger upon herself.

She's here to do a job. That job is managing the administrative day-to-day of the Vespers and handling problems that require more finesse than the fuck-off cannons that were the Big Three. Sending Freud in to handle a bunch of MT pilots under their command selling off fuel or ammunition for extra scratch would be like trying to kill a cockroach with a howitzer. Like, yeah, you'd kill the cockroach, but at what cost?

She's got the right temperament for it. She disliked active confrontation and she's not a risk-taker. She prefers taking things slow and careful, and as a result, Arquebus trusts her to handle things discreetly. They know Maeterlinck will never 'rock the boat' or cause a public scandal, and in a way she kind of does have the most corporate trust out of all the Vespers. Snail's too much of an ambitious ladder climber, Freud is Freud, and the rest of the Vespers are viewed as lackeys that would rob the corporation the moment they turned a blind eye to them. Maeterlinck, however, is loyal, discreet and, more importantly, sane and normal.

It does mean she works a little more closely with O'Keeffe than Snail, and their relationship could be summed up as: painfully professional. Maeterlinck has some gripes about how O'Keeffe runs his intelligence ship, but she respects his seniority and wealth of experience. However, she has noticed that there's something off between O'Keeffe and Rusty - but she's not stupid enough to go digging into that because she knows for a fact O'Keeffe could easily vanish her, and she's not risking her life just to learn that O'Keeffe and Rusty are fraternising or something dumb like that. She's just thankful they're more discreet than Hawkins and Pater...

In short, she's the type of coworker who blends into the background, and is neutral enough that she gets along reasonably well with everyone for the most part. She also knows all the gossip and has a keen sense of how to navigate office politics to avoid the worst of it. She adheres strongly to the hierarchy of the corporation and is loyal, but she's mostly just clocking in to earn her paycheck and work towards her promised retirement package.

She doesn't like Arquebus's foray onto Rubicon, in fact. She felt it was way too reckless and brash, and that the Vespers don't have a stable enough foothold to work effectively on the planet. But she kept her doubts to herself bc the corporation ordered them here and they have a job to do. Just shut up and do it, and hopefully she'll get out of this alive with a hefty bonus as consolation...

[zmagpie]

I once deviced a metric to measure how strong my feelings for someone was.

whether I was willing to take an international flight for them.

it's such a fun party opener "never have I ever taken an international flight just to see someone I wanted to date" and I'd see who drinks to that. I would evaluate and dissect the party into two groups, the romantics - the flight takers, the risk takers and the rationalists, the realists, the ones who see reality so clearly that they'd never want to commit the treason of ever predicting incorrectly. and for the rest of the party, I gravitate towards the romantics because I understand them a bit more. while I'm not social engineering dynamics at a party, I spend my free time thinking about what it really means. to catch a flight for someone.

it comes down to, the cost of sheer inconvenience. the inconvenience is outweighed by your emotions. to feel that deeply. and to show that deeply. only the brave can. and as they have said, bravery is indistinguishable from stupidity at times. they're not wrong. it's about knowing this and choosing to be brave anyway.

anyone can chase someone down an airport. move over romcoms there's a new standard. here's what I am proposing. you procrastinate on chasing them down the airport, think it over for 6 more weeks, weigh out the pros and cons, and finally realize that the sheer agony of living without them is unbearable. then you take time off for an impromptu trip, sheepishly explain your situation to your employers stating a personal emergency, clear up some savings, and if you're from a country like mine you also face the trudgeries of acquiring a valid visa. "confess undying love" is hardly seen as a valid reason.

you do all that. and you show up.

you pray they haven't found some other hot stud by then to canoodle with.

you show up, not even knowing if they'll say yes. not just yes to sharing a sweet kiss down at the bistro in a foreign country together, because that's not what this implies.

this means, hey look at all this inconvenience I went through for you. do you want to change our lives in drastic ways and make it logistic hell for both of us for a couple of months, because that's how much I want to see this through?! do you want to be with me as much as I have clearly shown you I want to?

that's the intention, anyway.

so whenever I start entertaining a crush I ask myself "is this someone I'd take a flight for?". the answer to that usually tells me how invested I should be.

because if the answer is yes...

then the journey becomes more important, more beautiful, more pure than the destination. the act of taking the flight, you have proven to have done your karma, you've been brave, you've honoured your emotions, strong emotions deserve to be respected.

taking the flight itself is self actualization. that's all you can control. and your duty as a romantic, ends there. your responsibility is to find joy in the act of trying. that's it my dude.

Catch Flights and Feelings, A Post-Modern Metric for the Contemporary Romantic