#while silver hadn’t thought about romance at all until he suddenly experienced the feelings himself!

[pacifistcowboy]

love the thought of espio n silver finally becoming a couple and espio’s like “YES! i’m getting to live out my very own romance novel” while silver’s like “oh fuck what do couples do how do i boyfriend i have no idea what i’m doing oh fuck oh shit oh f”

[retiredteabag]

Valentines Day Special

Just Like The Books 

Pairing: Shoto Todoroki X Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: ...

Synopsis: Valentines day was only a few days away and Shoto had not yet asked you to be his valentine!! Were you too romantically inclined from all those books you read or was Shoto just trying to make things extra special?

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It was less than four days until Valentine’s day and Shoto, Y/n’s boyfriend of a year and a half, had yet to request the spot as their valentine. Pure radio silence on his part. They weren’t worried though. Seriously! Y/n knew Shoto wasn’t the best with romancy stuff- it just didn’t come naturally to him which was fine! Still… everyone in 1A had a valentine. Heck even Mineta had received a love letter! Of course, everyone was painfully aware he had sent it to himself but either way- it was a bit embarrassing- what to have a significant other and them not even ask… whatever- Valentine’s day wasn’t even a big deal anyway!

Despite that- when the little envelope- wax sealed with a fingerprint- showed up in their school bag- they couldn’t help but feel the tiniest bit relieved. The paper was light brown and smelled of burned wax, after struggling for a second to open it without ripping the letter- they read to themselves:

“For every day that passes- I realize how many more I want to spend with you. Is this how Mr. Darcy felt when he was with Elizabeth?”

A smile grew on their face- Having introduced Sho to Pride and Prejudice last summer, it made their heart flutter to hear him bring it up.

“In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.’ It must have been…will you accept my confession?”

-          Your Secret Admirer

Not only did he remember their infatuation with the book, but he quoted the line too… he was just too cute! They folded the letter and gently put it in the box in which they kept all his letters. Only to promptly pull it out and read it a few more times.

The next day- it seemed Shoto was ignoring them. In class they would turn- only for him to look away. This wasn’t like him, usually he had no trouble staring- in fact, in the past Shoto would stare until Y/n was embarrassed, not realizing how hard it was to have him look so intently.

That night- after a whole day of hiding- it appeared that Shoto had been on their balcony. Strange as it is, there was a very obvious glow of a flashlight outside Y/n’s dorm room. Sat in the middle of the balcony’s ledge was another letter, held down by a small box. Y/n took at least a minute to look at the whole set up. It wasn’t crazy or anything- just a bit cute. The flashlight shown right through their curtain so they could see the display. Eventually they reached for the envelope. Wax sealed with a fingerprint just like it had been before.

“’Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.’ I remember when you read Hamlet to me- I remember knowing I loved you when I heard the smile in your voice when you read those words. Do you remember? When you quoted them to me while you braided my hair? Do you remember when you leaned over and said them that last day of summer? I hope you do… Because I can’t stop thinking about them.”

-          Your Secret Admirer

 “Yes” they thought, “Yes, yes of course I do.”

It was a little funny, Sho referring to himself as their “Secret Admirer” when everyone knew they were dating, still- they couldn’t help but find it charming.

By the time they had read the letter for the fourth time- the icy air had chilled their skin considerably. The wind whooshed past their face, but it was hard to leave their spot on the balcony knowing he had been right there. They had already stood before they remembered the box that had been used as a paperweight.

Leaning over to pick it up they ran their hand over the silk exterior. Inside, delicately placed on a velvet stand was a silver ring- a tiny sun on one side and on the other? A tiny moon. It was exactly their ring size and was so beautiful they had half the mind to keep it hidden in a box and not wear it at all. It took a particularly cold gust of wind to bring them back to reality and go inside.

 At lunch the next day Y/n sat with Jirou and Kaminari. Food was the last thing on their mind. All their thoughts were occupied with was the fact that Shoto Todoroki had been wearing a ring in class today. A ring that had tiny, engraved stars all over. They couldn’t even thank him because he was gone when class ended. Y/n had even stood quickly and ran after him to try to go looking but he was nowhere to be found.  

“Hey- what’s wrong?” Mina stared worriedly. Y/n was sure everyone could tell something was up. It wasn’t the fact that they hadn’t been asked anymore-but that Sho seemed to be avoiding them. They couldn’t answer their friend because suddenly Kaminari jumped upright- startling the whole table. Jirou and the man in question were sharing a look. Jirou looking exasperated and shifted her eyes from the bag hung across his chair- then at Y/n and then back at Kaminari.

“Oh! Oh!!” Kaminari clapped his hands as if remembering something. He bent down and pulled out an enveloped from his bag- it had the tiniest of stems attached- little clusters of baby’s breath had been sealed to the letter. They looked up from their table with Jirou, Kaminari and Mina and watched Deku from across the lunchroom nudge Sho with a worried look. He just took a breath in and stared at his lap- a content smile on his lips.

“Just ask me Sho…” They thought. Maybe this was his way of asking. Previously- whenever Shoto wanted attention- he never asked- he would pull on their sleeve or tug on their belt loop… maybe he didn’t know how to ask. Either way- Y/n wanted to thank him for his gestures- to give him a gift too- even if it wasn’t as nice as what he gave to them.

“If you asked anything of me- I believe my heart always replies- ‘As you wish.’ You read to me all about Buttercup’s requests of Westly- I myself have a request of you if it is not too much. Would you be willing to meet with me at my dorm this evening?”

-          Your secret admirer

And when they looked up- Sho was gone from his seat with Deku and Iida.

 Tomorrow was Valentines- and y/n had spent so much time worrying whether Todoroki would ask them that they didn’t even have a gift for him. Needless to say- they skipped final period to go out and get something.

That night Y/n was nervous- “Pull yourself together” they told themselves- they’d dated over a year and yet it was still a bit nerve wracking to see him. They didn’t really get all that dressed up- just changed out of their uniform into something comfortable and made their way to Shotos dorm room. They had his gift in a small bag and while they knew he would love anything they gave him- it didn’t feel like enough. Simply him reflecting on the moments they had shared had warmed Y/n’s heart to no end.

Romance novels were sort of a part of their relationship- a little thing Shoto had never experienced before they had the chance to become close. And when y/n heard such a horrible truth? They made it a mission to read to him all their favorite stories.

They twisted their ring and took a deep breath- “It’s just Sho…” they told themselves before they knocked.

Instantly the door swung open- as if Shoto had waited for them to knock- “You’re here” he said softly- his hair was fluffier than normal, spread across his eyes- he had also changed out of his school uniform.

“Yeah” is all they could muster- eyes falling on his expression. He looked so good even when he didn’t mean to.

He slowly took a step forward and tugged on their waistband. Pulling them into his room. It smelled like wood and varnish inside- within the brief second in the room they spotted the books laying on his desk. Pride and Prejudice- Hamlet- and The Princess Bride were all neatly set in a pile next to his laptop- behind those were some other stories y/n had shown him- The Notebook, Anne of Green Gables and The Phantom of The Opera were set on his wall.

 He grabbed their face- “Y/n” he cleared his throat-

“I’ve been meaning to ask you- and seeing as- “He pulls his finger from their pants elastic- his hand messily grasped at their sleeve before tightly grasping it and then letting it go. He looked at the clock on the wall and faltered- “seeing as- I have three and a half hours before well- you know- I think its best to ask- the thing? You know- Tomorrow is Valentines day and I was wondering if you wanted to stay- with- stay here… with me- until then. So, we could spend the day together?” Somehow his hand had gone back to their sleeve and was shyly tugging on it.

“Oh right!!” he let go. “What I meant was, would you be my Valentine?”

And the hand holding Shotos gift let go somehow and had pulled him in by his neck.

And you know, it really was just like the books. Time slowed down and it was so warm, and they didn’t want to move- so they didn’t.

They pulled away “Yes, yes that would be just perfect.” And then Shoto pulled them back in again by the shoulders and quietly murmured, “oh thank goodness.”

[exhausted-joy]

INTO THE WOODS [YANDERE!JIMIN] [04]

CHAPTER FOUR.

SYNOPSIS: Park Jimin is your needy, clingy, summer camp cabinmate that both creeps you out and makes you regret ever trying to be socially engaged during your summer break. After submitting truckloads of request forms to switch cabins and getting rejected, you realize that you must swallow your pride and get comfy with your new cabinmate. He hates it and so do you—at least, that’s what you thought. 

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Camping had never ignited a single spark of interest in you, ever. 

And as you startle awake at the sensation of something trying to crawl its way under your skin and possibly feed off your internal organs, you are suddenly reminded why. Smacking angrily at the already red and irritated spot on your forearm, you sit up and dust off your clothes with a defeated sigh. Why did it have to come to this? What have you done in your past lives to make karma rear its ugly head, turning your life into a never ending series of peril? In a hopeless attempt for closure, you humorlessly strain your ears to listen for some kind of answer, but all you can hear is the incessant buzzing of mosquitoes ready to devour you alive and Jimin’s gentle snores a few feet away.

The fire had long since burned out and ever since the sun had sunk below the horizon, so did the temperature. The wind had picked up a little, whisking away the dreary heatwaves of day and pulling in the biting cold from somewhere far off. Trembling, you pull Jimin’s hoodie on properly and hike up the hood, tugging the drawstrings taut so that only your face is visible. His jacket is warm and inviting; you’re practically swimming in it with the way the sleeves drape far past your hands. You feel like a little kid playing dress-up in her mother’s closet. 

The way that Jimin had given you his jacket made you feel somewhat fuzzy inside. You took heed to the fact that he didn’t have to but did anyways, and it made the butterflies in your tummy erupt in a frenzy for some reason. Despite being at the age where dating was a common phenomenon amongst other peers in your age group, you had never experienced the so-called intimacies of teenage romance. You were never particularly fond of the idea of being so close to someone physically and emotionally, but if there was one thing you were curious about from all the movies and books you have watched and read…

The smell. Grabbing a fistful of the hoodie, you bring it up to your nose and inhale deeply. And sure enough, it smells just like Jimin. Not that you knew what that smelt like before this very moment - you are just curious, is all! His scent is subtle with a twinge of sweetness, and it almost smells floral, in a ‘freshly-baked-citrusy-pastry’ kind of way. It was kind of liberating in a sense; you didn’t expect such a pleasant smell from someone like him and you revel in the aroma of orange blossoms that encompass you so deeply you think you could get high off of it.  

You absentmindedly glance over at his sleeping form, his back facing you and shoulders raising with every soft breath. You’re almost jealous he’s able to sleep so peacefully in these circumstances. He doesn’t move a muscle despite the cool breeze that shifts the strands of his mussed hair and the fact that he’s only wearing a thin white t-shirt is slightly alarming. Looking down at the large hoodie that shyly reaches the middle of your thighs, you start to feel a bit guilty - however, the cold doesn’t seem to bother him anyhow. Jimin is a breed entirely of his own. 

Time ticks by slowly, so slowly that you’ve grown increasingly bored with each passing minute. You hadn’t brought many things with you and you didn’t even think to bring your phone, definitely not knowing you would be stranded out in the middle of the forest for a whole night. Being cut off from civilization sucks, and your brain does little to entertain itself without the stimulation of your electronic friend. You consider waking Jimin up, but you don’t want to disturb his rest after all his caring, albeit awkward, but still caring gestures. It’s best he gets his rest; especially with those bags you’ve seen under his eyes that droop so low that they almost kiss the apples of his cheeks.

You have no idea what time it is, but you make a wild guess that it’s probably around four or five AM with the way the sky is gradually melting into a blue hue that tints the tips of the trees purple. Sighing, you stretch, feeling satisfied at the way your muscles strain to release the heavy tension created from sleeping on the hard forest floor. You decide to try your hand at finding some food, like berries of some sort. That’s usually what happens in those dramatic survival TV shows you watched, where they stumble upon a berry bush only to find out it’s poisonous. You hope that won’t be the case.

Looking around, you settle on which direction to go, even though every which way you look seems the exact same. You suddenly feel a sliver of insecurity coil in your stomach, and you begin to second guess your explorative desires. You don’t want to lose sight of your little campsite in the midst of scouring for food and you don’t even have a phone to call for help from if you venture too deep in the forest. 

Your stomach grumbles in protest. You’re hungry. When’s the last time you ate? You can’t seem to recall, but it certainly feels like forever ago. Biting your lip, you firmly decide that you are doing this for the greater good of feeding both you and Jimin. You absolutely refuse to die of starvation, no way. 

You begin to march off into a random direction. Not even a few steps in, you hear loud shuffling behind you and you nearly jump two feet in the air at the startling sound. You freeze, no longer feeling very adventurous as you slowly turn around. 

And, thankfully, it’s just Jimin. 

You visibly relax, letting out a small sigh of relief. You don’t know why you’ve suddenly become so jumpy lately - maybe it’s the way your nerves had been completely short circuited just the day prior, but you guess that’s just what nature will do to an inexperienced, nonconsensual forest explorer such as yourself. The boy is sitting up now, looking around with glassy, bleary eyes. His gaze lands on you and he gives you what looks to be an uncharacteristic attempt at a small, sleepy smile when he notices the familiar oversized garment bundled around your figure. 

You snort at the way one side of his hair sticks straight up, holding back a laugh in fear of offending him. Jimin takes a second to shake the grogginess off before getting up and stretching just as you had done a few minutes 

before. His expression assumes its natural state of indifference as he adjusts his clothing and runs a hand through his locks to tame them. 

He turns to you, brows creasing as he sees how far away you stand from him, practically at the tree line that circles the clearing in all directions. Jimin takes in your position; halted mid-step, torso twisted around to face him, and belongings all neatly tucked away in the small mini backpack you brought with you. He puts two and two together and tries to hide the searing embarrassment that blazes behind his brown eyes. 

“...Were you leaving..?” Jimin’s voice is quiet and distant, as if he’s withdrawn into himself, sinking back into his shell. You are confused and for a few moments you don’t respond, but soon come to the realization that the way he had caught you must have looked like you were leaving him to be left for dead in the middle of the forest. 

Quickly, you make a move to try and dissolve the incredibly uncomfortable situation, before your lost-in-the-forest partner could convert back into his one-syllable-conversations snailhouse.

“No, of course not!”

You try your best to sound confident, convincing, and possibly not like a child who’s been caught stealing candy. And although your posture would make it possible to think you were in fact leaving, the thought of Jimin assuming so drives pangs of shame and sadness through you. And apparently, it shows on your face.

Jimin’s face, while he doesn’t seem completely convinced yet, softens a bit at the expressions you’re practically wearing for display, although you seem to be trying your best to unsuccessfully hide them. He was already used to people constantly shunning him, to say the least, so how could he have possibly expected you to stay with him all through a cold night, lost in the forest? You’re clearly uncomfortable with being alone with him, otherwise you wouldn’t try to secretly-

“Uhm... I was actually trying to go find us some, you know, food...”

His train of thought is abruptly cut short by your meek reply, and a silver lining of hope glistens on Jimin’s horizon. Did you actually.. mean it? You were going to stay with him after all?

You, however, are praying to whatever higher deity out there Jimin won’t laugh at you for this. You must look like a small child right now, wandering off desperately to in a forest you know nothing about or where to even find any source of nourishment. Suddenly, the forest floor becomes as interesting as never before, and you look down to overcome the embarrassment painted on your face as the air hangs still with no reply for what feels like a century to you.

You shyly glance up at Jimin again, feeling the overwhelming need to pull his sweater tighter around you until you completely disappear inside it. You nestle your face a bit deeper into the soft collar, hoping to hide the bright pink blush dusting your cheeks.

Jimin looks at you impassively, even though on the inside he feels like he’s about to explode. He could tell you were telling the truth, and his heart jumps up to his throat when you cutely try to hide yourself inside his sweater. Wait, cute?

“Oh.” he softly replies, quickly turning his head to avoid eye contact as he pretends to scratch an itch on his nose to obstruct his slowly flushing cheeks from view. What is he thinking all of a sudden? You’re cute? Sure, he enjoyed basking in your company - so much more than he liked to admit - but crushing on you was just too absurd. You would never see him in that way; he was almost certain you wouldn’t have looked twice at him if you weren’t stuck being his cabinmate. 

Jimin shakes his head and mentally squashes his feelings down, wilting his blossoming flower of affection towards you. He hasn’t felt such pining for a long time; it’s almost like his heart is slowly pumping to life the more he sticks around you. But he just can’t seem to control it - there’s an indescribable pull towards you and it seems to grow stronger by the hour. 

“Maybe... Maybe we should try to find our way back. I really don’t want to spend another night here.” Your voice comes out quiet, at first, but it raises firmly when you point out your concerns. Jimin’s gaze is centered elsewhere and he won’t look up to meet your eyes no matter what you do. Slightly concerned, you frown, wallowing uncomfortably in the silence that plagues the air like a bad smell. 

Then he speaks, finally, though somewhat hesitantly as if he wanted to say something else, “I might know a way back.” Internally, you want to scream and jump for joy, just the mere thought of finally escaping this miserable forest making you instantly forget your earlier vexation. You keep it in though, save for the grin that sneaks across your face. 

“Well, let's go then! What are we waiting for?” You’re practically vibrating with excitement, itching to get back and take a nice, long, hot shower and change out of these dirty clothes. Jimin glances up at you, catching sight of the dazzling smile you shoot at him, the darling curve of your lips burning its image into his mind. 

You motion for him to hurry up before you take off into the labyrinth of trees, your smaller form drowning in his jacket. The dark haired boy stands stiff in his spot, completely drunk off the ideas of you and him that swirl around in his mind. 

The budding blossom in his gut gradually begins to sprout from its bed of hopeless desires and blistering fondness, its roots gliding along his ribcage and reaching deep within to take hostage of his tender heart. His bottom lip trembles and he can no longer negate the sentiment he holds for his roommate. 

Jimin takes off after you, head ducking shyly as his athletic figure easily navigates over fallen logs and rocky slopes to catch up with you, the warmth in his chest never ceasing. 

This feeling - he likes it. He really likes it. 

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[elizabethschoices]

Endless Summer, Book 2, Chapter One: My Thoughts

Yeah, yeah, I’m three weeks late. Oops.

(lmao don’t take that out of context)

Yaaay, Book 2 of another diamond-gouger! I wonder how much I’ll be left out on this time around because I can’t pay for every single diamond option! No joke, guys, I don’t even really know what went on last book because I kept seeing all this stuff on the site about Rourke and all this, but I didn’t pay out the ass for diamonds so I had no fucking idea what you guys were experiencing. IMO, that’s a shit way to play your game. Anyway, onto the review. The music sounds like something I heard in a Zelda game. Twilight Princess, specifically. We are ‘bathed in light’ and a voice is speaking to us. It asks if we want to import our Book 1 choices, so we will! I’m romancing Sean in this one. :) He was the first LI I went after in this series, so I see no need to change that because most of you guys like Jake instead. Sorry Michelle.

#NotSorry

The echoes of the past ‘wash over us’ and we’re given a brief reminder of last book’s events. Then we get to choose our MC’s look. I love how mine looks, but I’ll go through the new stuff and see if I like anything!

Eh, I didn’t really wanna change anything about my face and hair.

I shall be known as Elizabeth!

We’re back where we left off and Michelle is amazed that the bright light is gone. Sean declares that we’ve made it through the portal and have gotten away from the Watchers. Craig then asks us where Diego is, but before we can answer, Iris appears! I like her character sprite. She tells us it’s been a while since we last saw her and it’s been a total of 204 days since we interacted with her. Which means Grace, Diego, and Raj have been with the Watchers for that long. Hope they aren’t dead. That would be pretty sucky.

MC says Diego’s name sadly and then the screen fades to black for our title screen!

Literally who is comforted by the unknown???

We’re sitting in the atrium, everyone trying to process what the hell we’ve been through. I can’t even begin to imagine how I’d react during all this crap. Probably dead, since I’m overweight and can’t run for days.

MC is focusing on Diego and just barely realizes that Sean is talking to us. He’s telling us that we all should get some rest, but MC says that basically everyone is too restless to sleep, since three of their friends are gone. MC is asking Sean questions he can’t answer, but he did hypothesize that since we were MIA for six months, the Watchers probably gave up on finding us.

Sean promises us we’ll save them. <3

He’s inspired MC to get out of her misery and look towards the positives, at least.

We’ll go talk to Aleister first, and I’m sure he’ll start blubbering on about Grace and generally giving no fucks about the other two actual human beings that are also missing with Grace.

He is totally out of it right now, like how MC was just a moment ago before talking to Sean. MC apologizes for not being able to save Grace, and he actually doesn’t get shitty about it. What a wonderful development. He understands we had to protect the majority, simply because that’s what a leader does. MC starts to say she isn’t the leader, but that’s bullshit. Aleister says the same, and also tells us that a leader needs to understand their followers.

Ah yes, here we go with the not caring about anyone but Grace part of the conversation. Throwing literally all of us to the wolves for a girl, nice.

I literally snorted.

We’ll talk to Zahra and Craig next.

There’s giggling by the fountain of the atrium apparently. Oh boy. Is a penis exposed??

Oh, the statue is just supposed to be Rourke in a toga. Talk about stroking your ego. (Which you can also do with a penis. :P)

I’ll join in and make a bad joke. There’s been so much drama and bad news that a laugh couldn’t hurt anyone. We got a point with them both, who are currently neutral towards us.

Our foot slips on the tile and we notice a green puddle on the floor.

ew.

We’ll talk to Michelle, Quinn, and Iris now. Michelle is getting her doctor on and gently dabbing Quinn’s face. Quinn seems very used to the fact that she had a ‘little’ bloody nose. I’ve only ever had one and it was awful. It just kinda came out of nowhere. I was playing Frisbee with my friends at school and suddenly blood was coming out of my nose.

First grade memories. <3

Michelle tells us how it was not a little problem, and that in fact it was bleeding for a while, but she thinks it’s all good now. Quinn asks us how we are feeling, but MC notices how Michelle appears concerned and asks if Quinn is actually okay. Iris interrupts and says that Quinn has lower-than-normal blood pressure, lost weight, and before she can tell us about the white blood cell count, Quinn (who is still all happy and smiley) says she’s fine.

Michelle thinks that the portal had a larger effect on Quinn than anyone else, and attempts to look at something, but Quinn brushes her hand away.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen her with an angry face.

Great, I already suck at the relationships.

I think that Quinn should listen to her, because Michelle is literally A.) Training for this and B.) is only trying to help her.

We got three points with Quinn! Also, she is so cute.

Michelle doesn’t take too kindly that Quinn will only let her examine her because of us, but regardless she looks her over. For now, she says she looks alright, but still needs to be checked on every now and again. She asks Quinn if she’ll let her do that, and Quinn looks to us before granting Michelle permission to take care of her.

Michelle finally asks us what we’re even doing over here. We inform them on the ‘plan’ to save Grace, Raj, and Diego.

Michelle says she thinks they can handle it, and then we move on. I think Iris spoke to us one time.

We head over to Lila, Sean, and Jake now. They’re all huddled together and speaking quietly. Whatcha hiding?

Jake says they’re trying to figure out who it was that could have possibly been there the whole time. Um, maybe the guy that owns the place?

Lila doesn’t think anyone was there, and Jake says that Iris reported that she hadn’t detected anyone. But Sean is right when he says that just because she didn’t see them, doesn’t mean they weren’t there. He tells us that a lot of stuff has been moved around. That doesn’t just happen.

He can tell because he has a photographic memory. That’s cool! His point is that someone has been living here and probably looking for something. Jake brings up how we found the instructions about the Hadean Zodiac, which we have no idea what they mean.

Now Sean is talking about how maybe people came to rescue us in the last six months and that we may have missed our window. I wonder if the outside world knows we’re gone though? Like, has it only been a day or so to them, or has it really been six months?

Jake says that if anyone were to come to the island for us, it’d be to kill us, not to rescue us. I’d have to agree on that note. I think it’s an okay silver lining, myself. Apparently Sean and Jake were asking Lila about anything she knew about long-term arrivals to the island.

Lila is starting to freak out, and keeps switching between POVs on how she refers to herself. Lila suggests that Diego, Raj, and Grace would have come to the hotel if they escaped the Watchers, as that’s what she would have done. I’m not so sure they would, but then again, what choice would they have? The Watchers know that jungle inside and out. They’d be safer in the hotel than not.

Everyone gathers around in a circle and Sean lets us take the lead. MC basically says everything she’s already said. Zahra asks how we’re supposed to do that, and Craig responds with his go-to tough guy stuff.

Sean recommends an expedition so we can get a read on how our situation has changed and how we can go from here. Jake says that out trail is six months old and that we’ll find nothing. So MC asks Jake what he thinks, and he thinks that they’re dead.

We have such a lovely group, don’t we?

The never-ending pissing contest is about to start until Sean looks at MC and stops himself from taking the bait. Estela finally makes an appearance and says that we will be as good as dead if we just leave the hotel without any kind of plan or destination in mind.

So the group decides we’ll look for clues that may lead to our missing members, and then Sean gets up and starts the equivalent of a football speech. We break and head up to our room, where we feel a cool sea breeze. The window is still broken from when the Watcher swung through, and a seagull is sitting on the windowsill. MC shoos it away and goes into the bathroom to freshen up.

We see Diego, but then we don’t. Okie.

MC decides to change her outfit. Not a single one is free, as is to be expected. I have 25 diamonds and I don’t really want to waste them on clothing. They smell like crap, but I literally do not care. I work manual labor six days a week. At some point during the week when you run out of shorts because the humidity just got kicked up like a thousand notches, you start not to care what you wear to work because you’re just gonna smell like sweat again in the first hour.

We meet at the atrium again and think about who we should look for clues with.

i want dis one

also thank you PB for not making me pay diamonds for this ily

We meet Sean on the roof, and he’s looking at the rooftop garden. The volcano is smoking in the distance. Has it erupted lately? MC jokes about him having nice eyesight, and it turns out he actually doesn’t. He’s got contacts! How cute. <3

He tells us not to tell any scouts about it, but cuts himself off and looks down, ashamed. Aww, baby, don’t be ashamed! It’s okay to think about yourself sometimes. And you will have a life back home to return to, Sean. I know it. <3

Sean falls into his typical self-deprecation, angry with himself for how Grace, Raj, and Diego were left behind. He can’t help it. MC tells him that he can’t change the past, because it’s not okay for him to think like that. All it does is damage him mentally.

He does make a pretty good point that it could possibly happen on La Huerta. But he gets our point and we earn a relationship point with him. MC gives him a small pep talk and he clearly adores us. He asks us what he should do.

Kiss me, that’s what you should do lmao.

She says either accept the mistakes or don’t make any, to which he says he might be making one at this very moment. Is it not kissing me? Please say it’s not kissing me. I want to be smooched.

OH GOD CAN I GET MY SMOOCH NOW?!

THAT MISTAKE IS NOT KISSING ME RIGHT NOW YES I WOULD LIKE TO START DATING SEAN

We start kissing and it’s really good and I’m swooning so hard right now and then Zahra ruins it.

She says there’s something we’re going to want to see, so we take a break from making out and enjoying life to go see what’s going on. She asks if the doors she’s staring at have always been there, and none of us have seen them thus far. Quinn notices how the wall is chipped where it meets the doors, along with some plaster stuck to the carvings. These doors were recently built? I dunno how plaster and stuff works.

Jake says they were hidden, since the plaster was stuck to it. What was hiding it? How did we not notice it?

Sean asks who found them or how they even knew they were there. Aleister says the Roman numerals for 79 A.D. is engraved on the doors. Zahra says the carvings on the doors are pretty screwed up. Iris says it’s a depiction of humans turning to ash due to a volcanic eruption.

Okie.

MC says it must be a carving of... Well I don’t know. I know La Huerta has a volcano, but has there been an accident involving the volcano? Pompeii strikes me as a possible answer, since that incident is like, the most popular volcano incident I know of. Though it could also be La Huerta? I’m gonna stick with my original answer.

Two points for Aleister! He says he’s got no doubt in his mind that we’re right. Zahra opens up the doors, revealing some sort of library. It looks pretty cool.

We’re all looking around the library until MC notices Furball is scared of something. She follows his gaze to a red velvet frame on the wall that has a stranger scepter in it.

So, it’s a Hydra in the shape of a caduceus, which is the worldwide symbol of medicine, according to Iris. It’s the only item in the library that she can’t identify. Michelle points out the scepter’s inscription.

Craig found a book of Homer’s poems, and comments on how he likes The Simpsons. Jake says that this Homer is a poet, and Craig gets offended because he knows that, he just likes the show.

Jake has no idea how to say caduceus, and I have no idea how to spell it, so thankfully I’m writing this review and already had it written down. ;P Caduceus. Hey, Iris likes us now! Sweet!

We also got a point with Jake, but all in all he’s still pretty neutral about us.

It says something happens when the scepter is held over glimmering water. Where have we seen someone standing over glimmering water?

The atrium.

Two points with Michelle! She’s still neutral towards us though. And plus one with our new boyfriend. ;)

Zahra says the fountain is a sundial!

Oh hell, we’re supposed to know what time to use it based on what we know? Hell if I know!! Hmm... Marking the height of day... Noon? That’s also the time closest to us.

Yay! It was either two or three points with Lila, I’m not sure.

We rush to the atrium with the caduceus and Sean goes all b-ball star to get the staff into the statue’s hand. My babe is so sporty. <3

We all head down into Rourke’s “sex dungeon” as Jake put it. Sean takes our hand. <3 <3 <3

Lights turn on and we see some sort of trophy room. Something is broken.

Michelle is charmed by an idol made of amber and makes us touch it. Suddenly we’re in a sorority room and playing as Michelle.

Oh god, it’s the breakup scene. Sean dumps Michelle all angry and leaves, and then her sorority sisters offer some comfort, which Michelle politely declines. They go away and within mere minutes, Michelle can hear them talking outside of the house about her. They lied to Sean about Michelle cheating (I would like a motive pls) and then suggest that at some point, she did cheat on him because she’s a ‘total skank’ and everyone in the sorority hates her.

Michelle just gets angry and then we’re suddenly yanked forward and on a stormy beach. Michelle is climbing up into a rusted sailboat, and then Quinn shouts for her to stop, worried. Zahra says she’ll get herself killed, and then Michelle starts talking about how nobody wants her there anyway, and that she’s being blamed for the death of Craig and Aleister.

Wut? Pls refresh memory ‘cause I don’t remember anything about them dying.

Jake implores Michelle to get out of the boat, telling her that we are all her friends. She’s crying and insisting that we aren’t her friends, though at this point in the game we all should be because we’ve been through so much shit together. She pushes out to sea before Jake can stop the boat.

The sea monster is still in the water as Michelle makes her way out further into the ocean. Before we can see what happens next, we’re back in Rourke’s museum as ourselves, not Michelle, who is standing next to us.

MC asks how long she’s been standing there, to which Michelle decides to be a rude little bitch and talk about how she gave us the idol a second ago.

The screen fades to black and suddenly we get this like, trophy case type thing, where the idol Michelle held appears.

aka here’s a trick to make you emotional people pay us diamonds

Craig tells us to check out a crimson glove he found in one of the domes, and apparently it feels familiar to us. We try to get it out of the dome, but the button to open it doesn’t work. Craig suggests smashing the glass, and for 12 diamonds we can.

Na, I’m good. Leave it alone.

Jake picks up some kind of electronic device and calls Craig ‘Craigslist.’

Love it.

He pushes the buttons on the remote a couple of times and then suddenly the wall behind him splits open. Behind the wall reveals a gigantic wall-to-ceiling screen, and on the screen is satellite imagery of La Huerta.

It pinpoints a location named the “Hostiles’ Stronghold”, which MC believes means the Watchers, and Jake theorizes that it’s where Raj, Diego, and Grace currently are.

MC tries to tell the group that some can stay back if they want, but Zahra cuts her off because frankly I’m sick of that crap too. Everyone clearly is ready to go find our missing friends.

Good god that chapter was long as hell. I did most of it last night (I started it at 9:30!) and when the clock struck midnight I was done, ‘cause a bitch gotta get up at 7 for work. So I finished the rest of it tonight. :)

Until next time!

[houseofdemi-blog]

I N I T I A L S

Summary:  fear fɪə/ noun 1. an unpleasant emotion caused by the threat of danger, pain, or harm.

Genre: Romance.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Rating: Mature  (fluff + angst? + s m u t)

Length: 3.1k

Warnings: daddy!kink +(super lame attempt at) mafia!yoongi + mentions of blood + slight knife play

fear fɪə/ noun 1. an unpleasant emotion caused by the threat of danger, pain, or harm.

Fear is waking up in the middle of the night to the front door closing. Fear is staying still surrounded by cold sheets waiting to get warm. Fear is laying your head on a pillow meant to be shared. Fear means loneliness. Fear takes form of a closed off throat. Fear is not being able to sleep at all.

Fear is in the form of dragging feet tiredly along the floor. Fear is bloodstains on the carpet. Fear is the sound of undoing ties and unbuttoning wrinkled white shirts painted in red. Fear is the sound of knuckles cracking. Fear sounds like dropping onto a swivel chair and leaning your head back. Fear sounds like exhausted but relieved sighs.

Fear is waiting. Fear is kisses that linger for too long. Fear is phone calls that last too short. Fear is needing and missing. Fear is saying goodbye. Fear is brushing away tears and hoping he'll be home soon. Fear is not knowing where he goes or where he is. Fear is not knowing when he's coming back.

Fear is not knowing whether he's coming back or not.

Taking a deep breath, you push the silk sheets out of your body. You sit up and, chills immediately running down your spine and you're contemplate whether they're caused by the February freezing wheather or the thought that Yoongi was only a couple meters away from you. You're still amazed by the effect his mere presence has on you, even if you can't see, touch or smell him. You can feel him.

Not bothering to put on your slippers on, your bare feet make their way towards your bedroom door while you rub your eyes, trying to erase any sign of slumber on your face. Not like you were getting much sleep anyway. You never did if Yoongi wasn't on his side of the bed right next to you.

You walk through the darkness of your house. It's too big of a place. Too big for it to be occupied by two people, one of whom is barely ever there. It's too big of a place, yet you don't even have to swith on the light. You've already memorized every inch, every single step, every single room and every single wall to wander around with your eyes blinded. And soon enough you find yourself in Yoongi's office.

He's told you many times to stay away from it, to not bother him while his working on his God knows how many illegal and extremely dangerous activities before locking himself away from you and the world. Your world.  

This time, though, the door is open but you stay still, leaning against the doorframe

Sure, it's not the first time you've seen it. You've just never had the opportunity to put a foot inside. The lights are off as well, but the grand crystal wall in the back is enourmous enough to allow the moonshine to iluminate it with grey and blue tones. There's a couch with a small tea table in front, a couple shelves full of books Yoongi's even ever read, and a desk surprisingly neat.

And he's right there. Basically laying down on the chair behind the desk, head up high resting against it the back of it with his eyes closed.Your heart clutches in your chest at the sight and you almost, almost forget you're mad at him for not calling or texting you or sending you one of his many men to let you know he was ok while he was away.

As if he could listen to the thoughts in your mind wondering whether you should step inside or not, he startles you by speaking up. “Come here.”

His voice is low and gruff as it always is, but it holds a tone full of weariness. However, it still has the power to make the old butterflies in your stomach appear once again, just like the first time you heard it.

Hesitating, you pull the fallen strap of your satin night gown up in place. It's the gown he gifted you on your second anniversary. 'You're going to wear this only for me and you're going to wear it until I'm the one who takes it off.', he had said after you opened the box. You had blushed and kept your promise, and he had kept his.

You walk with uneasy steps until you're standing in front of him. You ignore the metal gun placed He doesn't move. He hasn't moved at all the whole time you were there. You've always admired him for being able to always maintain such an stoic demeanor, no matter what the situation was.

You reach out with no vacillation and gently let your fingers comb through his silver bangs, pushing them back and you can finally take in his features after a long time of only remembering them through pictures. Your hand slowly travels to his cheek, tracing fresh scars and dried flecks of burgundy until it cups his jaw, the ring placed on your middle finger shining the only thing shining in the room. He finally opens his eyes and looks at you. The same black orbs with dark circles uderneath that said goodbye months ago were staring right into you, filled with fatigue. Yoongi was never a man of words, but his eyes shouted everything his lips couldn't. And they were voicing how hard it had been without you and how much he had missed you.

You swallow the lump in your throat as his eyelids flutter closed again. Lifting a hand, he engulfs yours in it. His other hand, instead, ends up wrapping around the back of your naked thigh, puling you closer and his frozen skin almost makes you gasp if you hadn't been accostumed to it already. But you are. The pads of his calloused fingers feel rough against yours and there's always been something so satisfying about such a contrast. He leans against the warmth of the palm of your hand and you can feel tears prickling in the back of your eyes, but you push them away and decide to run your thumb along the bruise of his lower lip. He places a small kiss on it and it's you who speaks this time before licking your lips.

“How have you been?” your voice is calm as his lips try to find the palm of your hand, kissing it. He keeps adorning your sking with kisses along your wirst and forearm, the hand on your thigh firmly bringing your body to his and you love instant jolt that runs from your head to your toe and settles on your core.

“I've been better.” you don't question further. You know he doesn't like you asking about business. You decide to wrap your arms wrap around him now, both hands on his neck as his wrap around you as well, both hands on the back of your thighs. He feels warmer. You feel warmer. It feels like home. “How have you two been?” he murmurs against your clothed stomach.

“How did you know?” you bite your lip. The whole room would be silent if it wasn't for the loud beating of your heart. You're sure even he can hear it from down there.

“Taehyung found two positive pregnancy tests on the trash can.” his nose nuzzles over your belly button and you roll your eyes and bit your lip to stop yourself from smiling.

“You sent Taehyung to look through our garbage?” your hands played with the hair on the back of his neck and you felt him smirking.

“I sent Taehyung to make sure you were safe. Him finding the pregnancy tests was just a lucky casuality.” he says simply. His fingers toy with the hem of your gown, slowly hiking it up until your lacy underwear comes into view. He hums in appreciation before looking up at you again. “How long?”

“Three months. Right before you left.”

He gets on his feet suddenly. His hands cradle your face and he stares into your eyes. This time they 're speaking again. But it has nothing to do with relief after making sure you're okay, it has nothing to do with anger for being away for so long, it has nothing to do with fear of losing you. It has all to do with hope, excitement, happiness, desire, joy and love.

“I love you.” again, Yoongi is not the type to say that often, yet, the way his voice holds every single emotion he hasn't experienced for the past months make the tears in your eyes reappear. The moment he sees them watering, he swallows them with a desperate kiss. One that leaves you breathless,  but Yoongi's kisses always leave you breathless, regardless of how brief they were. This one,  though. This one is like no other one. You've missed the way kis lips felt against yours and you open your mouth without doubt, allowing him inside.

Your tongues, old lovers seeing each other for the first time after many years, meet again and you both moan at the same time. His hands  find your waist, slamming you against his suit claded chest and your arms encircle his neck. Leaving no space between your bodies, he presses you against his desk as his fingers begin to bunch your gown over your hips. With one arm wrapped around your waist and the other one lifting one of your legs so it rests against his hip, he doesn't stop kissing you until you're sitting on the wooden table.

His lips leave your mouth to attack your neck, leaving new purple and red marks, as well aswet spots on your flesh. You say his name as you tilt your head back, eyes closed and letting him completely take over your collarbone.

“So soft.” he says, voice muffled by your skin as his hand pulls down the straps of your gown. You shiver at the sudden exposed area of your breasts and gasp when he takes one of your nipples in his mouth. His tongue cirlces around it while his teeth bruise it, letting it out with a loud pop and eliciting a loud moan from your lips while his hand makes sure not to leave your other breast free of attention. “Fuck, babygirl. You have no idea how hard I've been these past months just thinking about this.”

His lips find yours again in another heated kiss while his fingers dig into the flesh of your hips, pulling your core to his prominent erection strained under his suit pants. “Did you miss me?”

Too distracted by the feeling of his cock against your dripping center, you forget to answer him. He responds by burying one of his hands between your locks of hair, yanking it back  you open your eyes to find his. He thrusts his hips against you and another jolt of electricity runs through your body. “Answer me.” his voice is low and threatning and it made the fabric of your underwear stick to the lips of your pussy. Years ago, the idea of any men being possesive disgusted you. It went against your idea of feminism and your beliefs as a woman and you swore to yourself you would never let any man dominate you. But after meeting Yoongi and discovering how much he enjoyed being in control in the bedroom, you ended up enjoying it way more than you would've liked to admit.

“Did you miss me?” he repeats again, tugging at your hair once more.

“Yes, daddy.” you say breathless. You see the corner of his mouth curling upwards, the beginning of a smile that he tried to conceal, the previous exhaustation in his eyes is long forgotten and is now replaced with pure lust and eagerness.

“Good girl.” he pushes himself away from you, and you protest by whining and trying to reach out to him. “Turn around for daddy and place your hands on the desk.” Slowly, you do as he says, your back now to him and the palm of your hands pressing on the wood under you. “Now lean forward.”

Bending over the desk, your ass perking up and your naked breast meeting the cold surface, you anticipate his next command.

Yoongi, however, is too busy appreciating every inch of your body exposed to him in that position. He pulls your underwear down right before your thighs start but leaving the on until your ass is completely uncovered. His hands rest on your buttcheeks, lightly massaging them as his fingertips begin to dig into your flesh. “I wish you could see how marvelous your ass iss, baby girl.”  Without warning, his palm collides with your skin and you choke on a gasp. “It looks better like this, though.”

You feel your core pulsating and your juices slipping past your lower lips and down your inner thighs. You need to feel him inside you. You feel one of his hands traveling lower until his fingers run along your slit. You tense immediately and bite your lip to hold back a moan as he collects some of your fluids.“Yoongi.” you call and you realize your mistake the moment his name slips past your mouth. He smacks you again with his other hand and your nails scratch the wooden surface.

“Shit, baby girl, you're so wet.” his fingers keep slow dancing across your opening, teasingly, until he slips his middle and index finger inside you with ease. Your hips buckle back, in a pathetic attempt at trying to push it further inside. You groan in frustration when he lets out a chuckle. “Look at you, trying to fuck yourself with my fingers like a good slut.” He slaps you again and you moan louder as his fingers begin to move painfully slow.  

“Daddy, please.” you beg and you can recognize the neediness in your voice. It's the same needy tone you always used with your husband.

He pulls his fingers out of you and with his other hand grips your hair and yanks you backwards. Your ass is resting against his crotch and his chest is pressed against yours. Hi places his glistening fingers in front of your mouth and he grunts a “Open up”, which you more than gladly oblige. You take them between your lips and your tongue swirls around them, humming as you taste yourself.

Once you're finished, his still wet fingers take your chin and turn your head to the side so you're facing him. He inspects your eyes in silence and you wonder what he's thinking, you wonder what's exactly going through his mind. But you don't have much time to keep thinking about it, because he's kissing you again and you're moaning again. “Yoongi, I need you. Please.” you manage to say through kisses and you almost scream in joy when you hear the zipper of his pants being pulled down.

He stops kissing you to start kissing your neck while he frees his member out of his clothes. With one hand on your hip keeping you still, and his other hand placing his rock hard dick in your entrance, his teeth graze your earlobe as his tip pushes inside you.

You both moan in delight after he eases himself inside of you all the way. He doesn't move at first, taking his and your time to enjoy and appreciate the feeling of him filling you up again after months. “Is it ever going to stop feeling this good?” he ask between your neck and your shoulder and you smile, shaking your head no.

Then, he's bending you over his desk again and that's when he starts pounding into you. You say his name over and over again and he grunts in response behind you. You love it when he makes love to you tenderly, and you love it when he's like this, rough, fast, and desperate. It's the way he fits so perfectly inside you and the way he hits that certain spot that makes your toes curl and your hands try to grab onto something for life. The sound of his hips slapping against your ass fills the room as well as the obscene wet sound of his dick entering you, leaving you and entering you again, and again.

Maybe it's your hormones, maybe it's because you haven't been this intimate with Yoongi for the past three months, or maybe it's because he's the only one capable of making you feel this way, but you can already feel your climax aproaching.

Yoongi seems as gone as you, sweat is starting to fall down his temples and is making his still intact  blood stained white shirt cling against his back, but still, his hand reaches out and opens up a drawer next to him. You can't see what's in his hand because your cheek against his desk doesn't allow you to, so you close your eyes and decide to keep enjoying him fucking you from behind.

Then, out of sudden, you feel it.

On your right ass cheek. A sharp edge dragging across your flesh and it stings. You can feel him scribbling lines on your skin, earning a slight yelp from your lips and a small drop of blood sliding down your glute. The pain is nothing like you've ever felt before and it makes the pleasurable sensation even more instense.

You open your eyes at the sound of an object dropping on the desk only to find a knife -Yoongi's favourite knife- resting right next to your head.

And then his hands are grabbing your hips, harder than before and he's pounding ginto you, harder than before. The desk shakes, some papers and pencils fall to the floor and you're screaming when he makes you reach your peak. Your walls tighten around him, your hands look for the edge of the table until your knuckles turn white and you feel him giving a final thrust harmonizing with a loud grunt coming from his chest. Emptying himself inside you, he collapses on top of you, chest to back and both hands on either side of your head, trying to catch his breath as you try to catch yours.

He kisses your head, the back of your neck, your shoulders and every bit of newly found skin he can find. One of his arms wraps around your middle, the palm of his hand rubbing soothing circles on your growing belly, bringing you up closer to him while he places murmured 'I Love you's' against your ear. His other hand travels back to your ass. You don't need a mirror to let you know know that the smudged red lines that his now stained fingers are currently tracing over your skin spell the initials of his name.

MY.

[pacifistcowboy]

[ID: tags that say “#espio likes romance stories i think. he reads romantic books n poetry n watches romantic movies n learns about traditional romantic gestures #n loves it. secretly. the most he shows is an appreciation for the art of storytelling and learning about history. but it’s more than that #he’s a romantic. he wants to have someone he can do overdramatic romantic gestures to n accidentally end up in cliché romantic situations with #while silver hadn’t thought about romance at all until he suddenly experienced the feelings himself! #it was just never on his radar #then SUDDENLY he had romantic feelings for someone. n has no idea what you’re ‘supposed’ to do #he follows his heart mostly but in terms of being the title of ‘boyfriend’ he has no idea what that entails” end ID]

love the thought of espio n silver finally becoming a couple and espio’s like “YES! i’m getting to live out my very own romance novel” while silver’s like “oh fuck what do couples do how do i boyfriend i have no idea what i’m doing oh fuck oh shit oh f”