#why le fuck did we lose them

[maranull]

humans not having tails is the biggest evolutionary step-down

[izzyy-stuff]

THE NEXT STEP - HUENING KAI

bf!huening x fem!reader

in which even though you've been dating your boyfriend for months now, neither one of you could find enough courage to take it to the next level, until one night, when he shows up at your door with food to take your mind away from studying once again.

wc 3.1k

warnings yunjin of le ssera is mentioned once, established relationship, protected sex, nipple play, vaginal fingering, oral (f. receiving), squirting, pet names

izzy speaks... I genuinely don't like this much as my other smuts but whatever, I guess. I still hope you'll enjoy reading

“You guys are annoying,” Kai proclaimed, rolling his eyes as he picked up his phone, wallet, and keys to leave the dorms. “I am visiting my girl. And staying overnight, probably. I am too tired of you guys.” 

Kai sighed when the only response he got was more of Beomgyu's and Soobin's yelling while they played Mario cards on the TV. “This is exactly why I don't want to be here."

"We get it, don't worry," Taehyun looked up from his phone.

“Wait, what do you mean you are staying overnight with her?” Yeonjun questioned immediately, looking up from his phone and leaving his girlfriend on read for a second. 

Kai rolled his eyes again. “That I am sleeping at hers? What? Do you have a problem with that?” 

“Of course I do,” Yeonjun nodded. “I don’t think you’re responsible enough for that yet.” 

“Yeonjun,” Taehyun spoke up, raising an eyebrow at him. “Don’t you think you’re overreacting?” 

“To be honest, I think he is more responsible than you, and we still let you sleep with your girlfriend,” Beomgyu commented, his fingers quickly moving over the console so he wouldn't lose. 

Yeonjun was already opening his mouth to argue, but Beomgyu stopped him before he could say anything. “Don’t try to lie, we all know you’re fucking her. I have heard you,” he frowned, only leaving Yeonjun embarrassed. “He is at least doing it with none of us around. You don’t care.” 

“Okay, I did not need to hear that,” Soobin sighed, understanding why Kai would want to leave the dorm. The boys were sometimes too much to handle. 

“I am not going there to sleep with her,” Kai rolled his eyes. “If you guys are this horny, call your partners and stop caring about my love life.” 

“Don’t say that. It will be even noisier if they all come,” Taehyun whined. 

“Well, good thing I am leaving,” Kai chuckled. “I’ll see you guys at practice tomorrow. Don’t text or call until then,” he waved them goodbye before quickly rushing out of the dorms, wanting to leave as soon as possible. 

You, on the other hand, were currently in your room, working on your school stuff, having no idea your boyfriend was coming. You sighed as you finished your presentation, leaning back in your chair to rest for a minute. You looked around the room, trying to remember everything you still had to do today. 

You noticed your phone buzzing and reached for it, opening the texts between you and your boyfriend. 

kaikai 💛  babyyy kaikai 💛  are you hungry?? kaikai 💛 (≧▽≦q)  [you] You’re being cute again  >  <   [you] I am a little hungry... [you] I can’t go out, though. [you] I am working on my school stuff now :( kaikai 💛 I'll bring you some food then kaikai 💛 You’ve been working a lot  [you] I love you <3 kaikai 💛 I know you do kaikai 💛 who wouldn't kaikai 💛 I love you too though ❤

You smiled at your phone, forgetting you had stuff to do when you talked to him. That was just what he did with you. Kai always made you think about different things. Sometimes, he just made you forget about things, keeping your mind in the moment with him and nowhere else. Sometimes, he just made you think about how adorable he was.

And sometimes, at times you would never admit to him, Kai made you ponder about the nastiest things possible. 

As cute as he was, he knew exactly how to tease you. He always said the right things that turned you on, but he had no idea what he was doing because you refused to tell him.

It wasn’t like you didn't want more with him, but you were scared. Even though you knew your worries were unnecessary, your mind simply couldn’t stop thinking about what would happen if you came to him, admitting that you needed him. What if he wouldn’t want it? What if, for any reason, he would think you were weird? You weren't risking your relationship with him because of that unless he showed any signs of wanting to do more, too. 

You shook your head, getting the thoughts out of your head as you reached for your textbook, taking a deep breath before reading through the whole page. 

You turned to another page, slowly getting tired, when your doorbell rang. You smiled, knowing it must have been your boyfriend. You told all your friends not to bother you today because you were busy, so unless your landlord had some problems again, it must have been him. 

You quickly stood up and rushed to the front door, glad you finally had a reason to stop studying. You opened the door with the biggest smile as you noticed the older boy in front of you, a bag with food in one of his hands and a bottle of your favorite soda in his other hand. 

“Hey, love,” Kai smiled, walking inside your apartment. You adored it when he called you love, and he knew that. No wonder he has been using it so much lately. 

“Hi,” you greeted him, watching him walk to your kitchen and place the food and drink on your kitchen island. “What did you bring?” You wondered, walking to him. 

“Chicken,” he responded. “Yunjin mentioned before that you weren't eating much, so I am making sure you’ll eat everything today,” he proclaimed, already taking the chicken out of the bag. 

You came closer to him, hugging him from behind, which made him leave the food and turn around, hugging you back. “Cutie,” he chuckled, caressing your back. “Says you,” You mumbled. “You’re just amazing, Kai,” you breathed out. “Thank you.” 

“Always,” he whispered, kissing the top of your head. 

The two of you ate everything Kai brought and ended up in your bedroom, your boyfriend lying on your bed, watching you as you were studying your textbooks again. 

“You are pretty like this,” he commented, lying on his side. You looked amazing no matter what in his eyes, but there was something about this moment. There was something about how you focused on the book and about your hair falling in front of your eyes, making you flustered every time you tried to tug it behind your ear.

“What?” You looked up from your book at him. He smiled, just simply watching you, which made you chuckle. “What? Is there something on my face?” 

“Yeah, a cute smile,” he responded, making you blush. “It suits you, your hair like this,” he commented. “And studying too, you look pretty while focusing.” 

Your cheeks were looking like a tomato by now. You were supposed to be studying, but Kai was taking your mind away from that once again. “Well, you look adorable lying on my bed,” you confessed. “Like I want to kiss you, cute.” 

“Then come and kiss me,” he grinned mischievously. You bit on your bottom lip, slowly standing up from your chair and walking over to him. 

You kneeled on the bed, commanding him to sit up, which he happily did. You shook your head with a chuckle, cupping his cheek as you pulled him closer so you could kiss him. 

He smiled into the kiss, putting the messy strands of your hair behind your ear, pulling you even closer to himself. Instinctively, you moved even closer to him, sitting on his lap. Huening carefully slid his hands under your oversized shirt, his fingers touching the skin on your waist. 

“I love you,” he whispered, placing his forehead against yours, his breath landing on your lips. You smiled, a genuine smile full of love. “I could kiss you all day long.” 

“Let’s see if that’s true,” you giggled, slightly pushing his chest down so he would fall on his back. He laughed, watching you as you leaned down to him, pushing your lips against his. He whimpered when he felt you shift on his lower body, making your eyes widen. 

“Sorry, sorry,” he blurted out immediately, embarrassed. He didn’t want you to know, but your moves turned him on. So much that he wasn’t sure how long it would take him to get a boner with you on top of him. “I didn’t- I didn’t mean to.” 

Fuck. This wasn’t good at all, you thought. Hearing your boyfriend make these sounds under you made you feel things. And imagine stuff. You bit your bottom lip, trying to get the thought of his cock inside you out of your mind. But it was too late already, and the image of him under you, as you bounced on his dick, was all over your mind, making you wet. 

The taller boy noticed the look in your eyes. You looked even more turned on than he was. It was hard holding back when you were right on top of him, looking like you wanted him as much as he wanted you. He had told his friends he wasn’t going to fuck you tonight, but his whole body hoped for something else. 

“Kai...” You whispered carefully, looking right into his eyes. “Do you...want to?” You hesitated for a second. Unable to breathe as you waited for his answer. You were too nervous. 

“Do you want to?” He asked, his puppy eyes looking right into yours. Oh god, you thought, wanting to kiss him again. 

You were hesitant again but nodded, slightly moving your lower body, making his eyes widen. His cock was getting hard already only because of your small moves. It was impossible to resist you. Especially when you were looking at him like that. 

“You’re making it hard for me, love,” he mumbled, quickly pulling you back to himself to kiss you. “And my dick, too. You’re making me hard,” he informed you. That information, however, wasn’t new to you. You could feel his cock getting bigger under you, and it was only making you hornier. 

Your hands wandered under his shirt, your fingers slowly getting to know every inch of his stomach and chest. “Love,” you moaned quietly. “I need you,” you whispered, making his mind go completely blank. There was nothing else other than you on his mind right now. If you were to ask him anything, he wouldn’t be able to answer. 

“Oh god,” he breathed out, his fingers getting to the bottom of your shirt. “Do you mind?” You shook your head immediately, and before you could even realize that it was happening, he was taking your shirt down, revealing your white bra. He bit his bottom lip, already thinking about taking your bra off, too. 

You felt your cheeks getting hotter as you felt his gaze on your body, only getting more turned on. You were going to die if he didn’t touch you soon. You moved forward and back again with your ass, rubbing your pussy on his dick through your clothes. “Fuck,” he whimpered, sitting up properly so he could be closer to you. Your bodies were touching, the only thing keeping you apart being the clothes you were still wearing. 

“You should take this down, too,” you commented, your eyes staring at his completely hidden body. “Why don’t you take it down yourself, princess?” He smiled, watching your already flushed cheeks turn even redder. 

You didn’t say anything to it and instead just took the shirt down for him. Your sight fell on his naked body immediately, and suddenly, you couldn’t even blame him for staring seconds ago. “Are you sure you want to do it?” You questioned, hesitating again. It still felt unreal.  

“Do you have to ask?” He chuckled, carefully cupping your face, kissing you as his hands wandered on your back until they reached the bra fastening. He slowly moved his mouth from your lips to your neck, making you whine immediately. “Kai,” you moaned from the pressure on your neck. He smirked, leaving a few hickeys. “I am going to take care of you soon. Don’t worry,” he assured you. 

This wasn’t good at all. Kai hasn’t even touched you down there, and you already felt like cumming just because of his words. 

Your panties were soaking wet already, and his mouth on your boob wasn’t helping it at all. He moved his attention to your right nipple right after taking down your bra while his hand made sure your other boob wasn’t left out. The sounds you were trying to hold back as he sucked on your nipple were heaven for him, making his pants tighter. 

“Baby,” you whined again, making him look up for a second. “Please, I am going to die.” He chuckled, pulling away from your chest, making you lay down on the bed as he quickly took down his pants and boxers - the two pieces were already so tight on him it was killing him, too. 

He took down your jeans, too, leaving you only in your panties, which were visibly wet. Kai smirked when he saw you, his eyes fixated on your cunt. Even though his hard cock was begging for some attention, the thought of his head between your thighs seemed better to him.

You glanced at him, making sure your mind remembered every inch of his naked body. The way his hard cock slapped on his lower tummy when he took down his boxers, his naked torso, the way his fingers ran throught his hair as he looked at you with hunger in his eyes, you were sure to remember it all.

He grabbed your thighs, pulling you closer to himself before he took down your panties, too. “If you are not okay with anything, just tell me immediately, yeah?” You nodded to him, “Just please, do something already.” 

Good thing he took down his pants because his dick was already trembling, wanting to slide inside your wet pussy. He watched you as he carefully slid the first finger inside you, making you moan out immediately. He added another finger, still not taking his eyes off you as he slowly trusted in and out of you, leaning closer to you to kiss you again. You wrapped your hands behind his neck, pulling him closer as you let out quiet moans against his lips.

The feeling of your pussy tightly squeezing his fingers was incredible, already making him think about how his dick would feel inside of you. He pulled out his fingers, making you whimper for more. He licked his lips, kissing you once more before he moved his head down to your legs, kissing your inner thighs before he opened your legs properly. His kisses moved closer and closer to your cunt before he finally reached his destination, placing a kiss on your clit before he began to suck on it.

Your legs moved on your own, trying to close themselves more as you were getting closer to your orgasm. You didn’t want him to stop, so when he grabbed your thighs, holding you close to himself and making sure your legs were open enough, you were grateful to him. There was no way you wouldn’t try to pull away if he didn’t do so. 

You cried out his name as you reached your high, squirting over his face, starting to feel embarrassed for it. He finally let go of your legs, seeing how much they were shaking. He smirked, happy with himself, as he licked your wetness once more before crawling on top of you, hovering over you. Your face was getting redder again as you broke your eye contact. However, he wasn’t letting you run away so easily. He kissed your jaw. “Are you okay?” 

“Yeah,” you nodded, turning your head to face him again. “I just- that was so good, Kai,” you breathed out, making him smile again. “Do you think you can take my cock now too? It’s fine if not,” he assured you immediately. “I can just take care of it myself.” 

“No, no,” you shook your head. “I am...I am fine,” you answered confidently. “I want you inside of me.” 

Huening was screaming inside his head, already getting obsessed with that sentence. He already knew he needed to hear you beg for him like that again in the future.

“I have condoms in the drawer next to my bed,” you proclaimed, making his eyes widen. He had no idea you were this prepared. When he thought about it, though, you were dating for a long time already. He just didn’t know you wanted him as much as he wanted you. 

Only a few seconds later, he was putting the condom on his cock, watching you lying down in front of him, your legs wide open again, waiting for him. The sight was unforgettable, and he had made sure his mind would remember it clearly. He moved closer to you, waiting for your nod before he slowly slid his tip into your cunt. 

He didn’t thrust right away. Instead, he waited for you to get used to him first. When you nodded again, he started thrusting into you, at first slowly, making sure you were okay with it before he started going faster, in a pace that suited his need. 

You started moaning again, putting a hand in front of your mouth so you wouldn't be so loud. That, however, wasn't to Kai's liking. He pulled out of you completely, making you whine. "I want to hear you, love," he proclaimed. "Or I am just going to leave you like this." 

You moaned again. This time, in disagreement. You let your hand fall back to your body, grabbing onto your bed sheets as you felt his cock at your entrance. He smirked, "Good girl." 

Moans filled the room again. Some of them were from you, your legs shaking thanks to him, and some were from your boyfriend, who was trying his best to last as long as possible. With your pussy tightly wrapped around his cock it was way more difficult than he thought it would. 

Eventually, he gave up, letting himself cum when you clenched around him even more. "Fuck," he breathed out, pulling out of you. He was breathing heavily, and so were you.

He laid down next to you, his hand resting on his belly as he turned his head to face you. "You did great, love. So great."

"You did well, baby," you chuckled. "I love you so much," you added, kissing him once more. 

"I love you too," he smiled into the kiss, his hand cupping your cheek as he pulled you closer. 

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[yuri-is-online]

Can we hear your thoughts on Leona! Yutu?

Since Leona died fighting the Phantom, Yutu obviously wouldn't have met him, and I'm wondering about your ideas between what Leona became after NRC, how the loss of Yuu affected him, Leona's death, and Yutu's opinion of him before and after meeting him. I had an errant idea of Leona having Died a Hero's Death and then when Yutu meets him it's like, "THIS is the guy my parent was willing to spend the rest of their life with???"

Anyway yeah. As a Leona Simp, I would much appreciate anything you write.

Does he like cats... you know I have always sort of seen Leona has having a petty rivalry with Grim because he thinks he should be the King Cat, so the image of Leona! Yutu lying in a field with a bunch of cats is sort of a perfect contrast. I like it: Leona! Yutu absolutely loves cats and they love him.

notes: they/them used for Yuu, for context on the fyuuture kid au can be found here and here. You can find even more stuff for it on my masterlist under the series section.

Leona and and his position in the kingdom's line of succession... Based off my understanding of what we see in the Tashmina event I think the Savanna would prioritize protecting their royal family over a lot, something that pissed Leona off. He went to fight the King of Beast's phantom because he saw it as a problem he made and that he needed to take responsibility for sure, but also because he had no faith in his brother to do anything meaningful about it. I want to say that his brother wanted to enshrine Leona as a hero for his sacrifice, but that this decision was very unpopular with his advisors so he was buried in the Elephant Graveyard without much fanfare. He is an extremely popular figure with the hyenas, as is Ruggie. They see him as restoring the Kingdom's honor in a way by defeating the false king, something no other country in the apocalypse can claim, but things are still rough since they can't rely on tourism anymore and the blot has been making the weather really unpredictable, leading to bad harvests and starving people.

If Yuu was Leona's... losing them wouldn't have a noticeable affect on him but it was a massively crushing blow. We know he hates his unique magic because turning things to sand is a curse in the Savanna, but did it really have to be his own family this time? The family he got in spite of himself, the one fucking person who chose him no matter how much he snapped at them and tried to convince them to see him for what he was; a worthless dead end that would only hurt them. And what's worse is he knows that whoever took them had his brother's cooperation.

"Couldn't let me have this one fucking thing could you?" He's laughing as he says it and not even the irritation in his sister in law's eyes makes him back down. "Stuff it. I ain't stupid enough for whatever line you got fed and I don't care about your justifications. You're gonna have to live with this one on your own, Falena. Just like I have to."

He refuses to talk to his other family after that. No matter who is asking or making demands, taking Yuu and Yutu away from him is just one step too far. His brother probably thought that Yuu would be allowed to come home and that's why he let them go, but that's not exactly an excuse Leona would be willing to accept from anyone, let alone the supposed leader of a state. He almost feels relived when the blot phantoms start wreaking things, Leona might just want to sleep until you come to wake him up again but fighting things gives him an excuse to get his mind off things. Dying is a relief, he doesn't have to deal with Idia's whining or living without you any longer than he already has. His only regret is that he had to take Ruggie with him.

I really love this fanart and head cannon fima11 had of Leona's hair being light when he was born, and the color getting darker as he grows, so the idea of something similar happening with Leona! Yutu when he's born is really sweet. Leona's hair sort of resembles a mane, it'd be cute if Leona! Yutu's did the same. And genetics are already so weird I don't think any earth doctors would like too much of it.

Leona! Yutu is a sleepy boy. His hobby is napping and his favorite place in the whole wide world is his bed. He has a bad habit of laying face first in his pillows because he snores pretty loudly and he doesn't want to wake anyone up, which sort of makes him look like he has passed out as opposed to just settled down for a good snooze.

Because he is being raised by a single parent in the human world and not a bunch of gossipy servants hired by emotionally neglectful royalty, Yutu is significantly less entitled than Leona is. He has good sense with his money and can work hard, he just has a bit of a problem with resting bitch face that leaves people thinking he is rude. And to be fair? If someone is testing his patience then he really can be. Apple didn't fall far from the tree, Yutu is absolutely brutal when people test his patience.

Yuu's memories of Leona don't exactly help with his perceived behavior problems, they recall Leona's catty personality and how rude he could be, but that he was so remarkably clever and so very strong, that they were in awe of him sometimes. I think they would mention that he struggled with depression due to a difficult upbringing and feel a need to make sure Yutu felt appreciated and like he could do anything he set his mind to, no matter who he was born as. Yutu just takes that to mean that being a bitch runs in the family and he fully intends to ride that excuse to the bank.

It's a nice thought but Yutu feels a bit conflicted by it. He has no doubt that Yuu will always love and support him, but other people? Yuu might be able to ignore what their neighbors say about them but Yutu can hear them loud and clear. They think Yuu's amnesia is an act, and that he's a weirdo freak. Not to mention they don't have any money so even if he wanted to be a doctor or something like that going to school would be a bit of a pain, even with his grades. He finds school to be boring, and even when he gets bullied by one of the coaches in to taking up a sport because of how strong he is it doesn't help much.

I could see him being very into space and astronomy because he feels like he doesn't belong in your world. He knows a lot of downright stupid stuff about UFO sightings and aliens even though he doesn't believe in them. He is SO DISAPPOINTED when Twisted Wonderland turns out to have no conspiracy theories to talk about, can't think the moon landing was faked if you never had one after all. If the world wasn't literally ending he would be pushing for the Sunset Savanna to win the space race, c'mon guys it is in our name everything the light touches totally expands to the stars-

Like the other beastmen Yutus he maintains his instincts, even in your world. He is extremely territorial about his things and especially your home. Like Cater! Yutu, he has strong feelings of nostalgia for your world, but unlike him it has nothing to do with the monsters or hardships. Lions just tend to stay in the same place for a long time so moving to entirely different world and ecosystem makes him feel weird, even if he prefers his beastfolk body to his human one.

Gets put in Savanaclaw by the mirror. He might like space but his preferred type of argument is rearranging someone's dental work before asking them to explain themselves. He'd be terrible at defending a thesis.

Leona! Yutu's place in the Sunset Savanna hierarchy is tricky. I think, as Yutu is his brother's child, Falena would want some sort of relationship with him as he does clearly love his brother. What makes that hard is that as far as the government is concerned, Leona is dead and that's the end of his part of the family line. Acknowledging that he had a son could further destabilize the already tense political situation in the Savanna since Leona's sacrifice is already a point of conflict between the royal family and a portion of their people. While Crewel has no problem telling Yutu about his father since he has a right to know, the fact that he is technically a prince is completely hidden from him for a long time.

We haven't really played with this idea yet, but I sort of like Leona having a ghost that hangs around his grave sometimes. Idia arranges for Yutu to go there on a day he thinks he'll be hanging around and while Yutu doesn't get to talk to his father he does get to see him and the look of pride in his eyes when the grumpy lion realizes who he is. Leona gets to pass on and be with Yuu while Yutu gets a lesson from his cousin about the concept of the great Kings living on in the sky and how the past lives on in him. Because while Cheka understand his dad's concerns like hell is he not going to meet his favorite cousin. His enthusiasm is really exhausting to Yutu, he appreciates the fact that someone has nice things to say about his dad but he isn't too sure how much he trusts this guy.

Oh right one more thing, I don't want to say each of the Savanaclaw boys would pass their magic on to their Yutu's so if we ever get around to Jack he won't, but Leona should pass on King's Roar to his kid. Causing a drought might be considered a curse but I want to say Leona! Yutu wears it with pride. He loves his roar and that despite all the effort put in to erasing Leona from existence he still lives in him. His head is fit to wear the crown, no matter what anyone says.

Leona clocks what Yutu is the instant he steps out of the portal. It's all in the kid's scent and what runes he used to make the jump. He takes some time to think about what it could mean and comes to a few conclusions. Firstly, if he has a kid with you then he will always have some sort of relationship with you, no not in the yandere possessive way (mostly), he just knows enough about himself and his wants to know that having a kid would not be something he did by accident. If he did that at some point in the future it would be because you were going to stay with him forever and he actually believed that. Something that clearly did not get to happen because of how protective Yutu is of his parent.

Yutu was a bit confused if he should go about interacting with his dad or even ask about him so you can imagine his surprise when he stops by Ramshackle to see Leona half asleep on the couch.

"Oh sorry Yuu isn't here-"

"I know." Leona doesn't even open his eyes, and is he seriously wearing his shoes on the couch? Yuu would kill him for that it's so unsanitary.

"Um. Ok I'll just leave you be the-"

"Why'd you travel back in time?" Oh Leona's eyes are open now and there is something about that stare that's nailing Yutu to his spot and tempting his tail between his legs. His dad must notice because he laughs and shakes his head. "Seriously? If that's all it takes to scare you shitless we really are fucked."

Leona doesn't outright say he knows he's his dad, but Yutu gathers that's probably the case from the difference in his attitude around him compared to everyone else. There's a degree of coldness and severity to Leona when he's giving orders that really isn't present when he's talking to him about overblots or his theories about who is responsible for the bad future. He's almost playful about it, like he is messing with a cub. Which Yutu supposes that he is but still, he doesn't like being treated like a kid. Something he very much regrets telling Leona because holy shit his dad is strong just like Yuu said he was.

I think Leona would make him play chess against him a lot. You can learn a lot about a person by playing chess with them, and since it's something Leona really likes to do he would enjoy sharing it with his son. I think he would also get a kick out of seeing Yutu get really competitive with him about it. Maybe there is some lion in this kid after all.

Leona also makes a subtle effort to teach him about how the court of the Sunset Savanna works. I think Leona would sort of enjoy the fact that his kid didn't grow up as royalty just because it meant he was free of the pressures that he had, but hate everything else he learned about Yutu's childhood. It inspires him to think a bit deeper about how he is going to address this when Yutu is born in this timeline, though he is admittedly lacking on solutions beyond refusing to die this time. He must have been really far gone to even consider making a heroic sacrifice that's not like him at all.

He does get the appeal of his father sort of? Sure he's lazy, but he is extremely intelligent and clearly a lot more knowledgeable about literally everything than Yutu thought he was. When they're working together he sees a very impressive person and reliable leader. When he sees Leona interact with you he has questions. Why do you let him pick fights with you so often? Yutu can tell he's making heart eyes at how you fight back but that's because he's a beatman himself so he can read his body language. And he's not crazy about how he orders you around because if his father is a Prince... wouldn't that mean by marrying him you would also be royalty? He is so confused...

Meanwhile Leona isn't rushing things just because he knows you return his feelings at some point. He wants you to choose to be with him of your own free will, wants the feeling that comes with knowing you did that and he is willing to play the game to get that. Every milestone he reaches is so much sweeter for knowing that he got you on his efforts alone, crappy attitude and all.

The reveal to Yuu, much like the reveal to Yutu is extremely mundane. Leona invites you to spend the night with him sometime after you get together and he asks you while you're curled up on his chest and he's holding you just a bit too tight (not because he's afraid you'll run, not at all) how you would feel if you could never go home.

"A little upset." Because you had resigned yourself to the possibility a long time ago now. There's a chance you're only in Twisted Wonderland because you died in your world anyway, might as well be grateful you're still kicking. "And if you stayed and things went bad here, would you still be alright with that?" You don't hesitate at all to his surprise. "I think I'd be safe if I was with you." Well he really hates to prove you wrong but you still deserve to know.

Leona is weirdly quiet in his anger. He roars sure, but that's to exert control. When he's mad he just gets smug and says a lot of hurtful stuff. He leaves the screaming to Yuu, and I could see a Yuu that got with Leona only to learn they didn't get to spend the rest of their life with him doing a lot of screaming. Preventing the apocalypse is a team effort now but first Yutu and Leona are getting scolded for not letting Yuu in on the secret sooner. Leona is down bad horrendous and Yutu wants to die, he hates making you mad.

If I had to make a list of characters I would trust to find a solution to an apocalypse, Leona would actually be pretty close to the top. He is going to bitch about it the entire way, but if he were given the facts before things went too sideways, I think he would be able to make a good plan to set them straight. And there is no way anyone is going to tell him that he managed to have something as precious to him as Yuu taken away from him and not have him do something about it. He'll swallow his pride and take his licks when he has to, but not on this. Never on this, whoever thought he'd just roll over and die is going to shatter in his hands and be like dust on the wind. He really hopes they have enough sense to be prepared....

[perfectsunlight]

𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 - (𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐮)

𝐲𝐮 𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!��𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐮𝐡 𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

"𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮?"

you and jimin met as trainees before she debuted, and you two never felt more in love. however, once she breaks up with you before her debut, you completely leave SM entertainment under the notion of needing a fresh start. you eventually debuted a few years later in le sserafim, where you met huh yunjin and have slowly started developing feelings for the idol. much to karina's dismay, she hates to see you have moved on, but deep in your own heart, you still can't help but feel as if maybe she has forgotten about you.

𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟓 - 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾: 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍, 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿

𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌: 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗘.

𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝖺𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖺, 𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖿𝗂𝗆, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾...

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ✫ ˚♡ ⋆｡ ❀ ┊ ☪︎⋆ ⊹ ┊ . ˚ ✧

introductions: cyborgs | fearful

01. i might kill my ex

02. deja vu

03. stop crying so loud

04. idol boxing match

05. uh oh

06. yunjin makes everything feel better

07. just browsing

08. is ning okay?

09. leader in distress

10. pls dont kick me out

11. bae is mad at me

12. wrong acc

13. so what?

14. do you think i have forgotten about you?

15. shoot me

16. but why does it hurt tho?

17. BONUS

18. i did it

19. doja cat?

20. i didn't think id get this far

21. maybe violence is the answer

22. you little rat

23. karina

24. not this shit again

25. r u fucking fr?

26. ning im going to strangle you

27. can we sell them on ebay?

28. what are you doing?

29. does this work?

30. and what about it?

31. i think it's time

32. nonsense

33. never been more confused in my life

34. i don't trust her

35. you know me too well

36. only if u want to

37. two can play at this game

38. why do i even mf care

39. fuck

40. but what if they did?

41. for the record

42. the 1

43. givenchy

44. the moon

45. leaked

46. BONUS

47. fearless

48. understand

49. music bank

50. still

51. what's gotten into you?

52. pls don't be in love with someone else

53. it was an accident

54. say yes to heaven

55. sweet nothing

56. sweet nothing II

57. dumb conversations, we lose track of time

58. where are u?

59. absence

60. i take it back

61. BONUS

62. this love

63. have you lost your mind?

64. leader

65. yunjin

66. you won’t know unless you try

67. conversion therapy

68. in the dark

69. about you

70. 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

(𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀) - 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄

[nvrsaidiwasinurcloset]

oml~~~ plz give us a part 2 to bad idea right

Hiiii! I hope you like it:)

Bad Idea Right? - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader - Part 2

Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Part 1, Part 3

Summary: After hooking up with your brother's best friend, you can't wait to do it again.

A/N: I got a message from an anon saying that my smut needed to be more detailed and longer. I tried to do that with this, and I hope y'all like it!

The next day, you woke up to your brother and Ethan yelling. You decided to go check it out and saw the two boys on the living room floor, playing Mario Kart.

“You’re cheating!” your brother yelled, as Ethan knocked his character off the side of Rainbow Road.

“I am not!” Ethan yelled, as his character came in first place.

“You know I would’ve won if you didn’t pull that shit,” your brother said, before looking over to you. “Good morning! Sorry if we woke you up. Ethan’s a cheater.”

You let out a sleepy laugh in response as you sat on the couch behind them, watching them continue to play. After a while, you started to call Ethan out for not playing fair.

“Nothing is fair in Mario Kart,” he said, as you rolled your eyes.

“Give me the controller,” you said to your brother, who’d just come in 5th place because of Ethan.

He passed you the controller, and you played just as dirty as Ethan. After you were coming up to the end of the third lap and you saw his character in front of you, you sent a bomb to him, as you went past him and won first place.

“What the fuck?” Ethan said, as your brother looked over to you.

“She’s ruthless, dude,” he said, “Are you guys hungry?”

“Starving,” you and Ethan both said at the same time.

“Let’s go to the diner down the street,” your brother suggested.

As you sat in the booth across from your brother and Ethan, your friend that your brother had been talking to from the night before walked in with her family. When she saw you, she sat down on your side of the table.

Her family greeted you, before taking a seat at a table a few down from yours.

“I’ll be there in a minute,” she said to her family, sliding into the seat beside you.

“Hey,” you said, giving her a side hug.

She greeted everyone at the table, before your brother started a conversation with her.

“Hey, I’m leaving to go back to school tomorrow, but I was wondering if you’d like to go to dinner with me tonight?” he asked, flashing her a smile.

“Yeah, that sounds fun,” she smiled, a blush creeping up on her cheeks.

“Why do you have to go back tomorrow?” you groaned. You hated how short his visits were.

“You’ll get me for two whole weeks during spring break,” he said, before making small talk with your friend.

You and Ethan didn’t say much to each other, just exchanging occasional glances. It almost felt a little awkward, because you didn’t have the chance to talk the night before after everything happened. You knew you felt the connection there, but you didn’t know if he did, too.

As you got ready to leave, and your friend went back to her family, your brother was beaming.

“I just ask that the two of you don’t kill each other while I’m gone tonight,” he said, “It’ll only be a couple hours, but dad’s taking mom to a winery and won’t be back ‘til later. It’ll just be the two of you.”

“That gives me a couple hours to kick your ass at Mario Kart,” Ethan said, smirking at you.

“Yeah, like that’ll happen,” you said, playfully nudging him.

As the day flew by, your brother set the controller down for the game he was playing with Ethan.

“I need to get ready for my date,” he said, standing up from his spot on the floor.

“I want a rematch,” Ethan said to you as your brother walked upstairs.

You smiled as you took your brother’s place on the floor beside him. You both played a few rounds, him losing every time. You were in the middle of another round when you heard the squeaky knob for the shower turn on. Ethan set his controller on the floor.

“Are you finally giving up?” you asked, smirking at him.

“No,” he whispered as he leaned closer.

He laid you back on the floor with seconds, his lips attached to yours. It was escalating quickly, his tongue slipping past your lips as his hands started to roam your body. Once he started to massage one of your breasts over your shirt, you felt your pussy start to throb, and you knew you didn't have time to do anything else before your brother left.

“We need to stop,” you said against his lips.

At that moment, you heard the stairs creak as your brother make his way down. The two of you sat up, grabbing your controllers.

“You guys okay?” your brother asked, noticing the heavy breathing coming from both of you.

“Yeah, intense game,” you said, trying to play it off.

“Okay, well I’m leaving now,” he said, grabbing his keys off the coffee table.

“You look so handsome!” you said, taking in his appearance as your brother rolled his eyes.

“I wanted to look nice, it is a first date,” he said, making his way through the hallway and out the front door.

“Have fun!” you yelled after him.

Ethan’s lips were right back on yours as soon as the door closed. As he sat in his spot, you straddled his lap, your fingers lacing in his hair. You felt his hard cock pressing on your ass when you started to grind against him. His hands gripped your hips, moving you faster against him.

“Let’s go to my room,” you said, pulling away.

You held his hand as you led him up the stairs and into your room. His lips reconnected with yours, before gently pushing you back on the bed. He attacked your neck with kisses as he grinded his erection against you.

"Mmm, I need you," you got out, as he chuckled against your neck.

"Be patient, baby."

His hands went to the hem of your shirt, lifting it up and over your head. He reached back behind you to unhook your bra, before grabbing onto one of your breasts and taking his nipple in his mouth. Your back started to arch when he swirled his tongue.

“Fuck,” you gasped, as he moved to the other side.

“I’m so fucking hard right now,” he said against you, as his lips moved further down your body.

Whimpers slipped past your lips the closer he got to where you needed him most.

He slid your pants down your legs, before placing kisses all over your thighs. You moaned when he sucked on your flesh, gently grazing his teeth against your inner thighs. He reached up to rub you against your clothed pussy.

“Fuck that feels good,” you whispered.

His fingers kept moving, the material getting more soaked by the second.

He slid your panties to the side to rub slow circles on your clit. His eyes stayed on yours as he teased you, the sounds pouring out of your mouth was quickly becoming his new favorite. He slid one of his fingers inside of you, moving it back and forth. Your breath hitched in your throat when he added another and moved his fingers against that special spot inside of you. He watched his fingers slide in and out of you, your wetness coating him.

“Fuck,” he groaned as your walls started to tighten around him.

He leaned forward to wrap his mouth around your clit, the stimulation sending you over the edge.

“Oh shit,” you moaned out, your hips bucking against his hand.

Through your post-orgasm haze, your eyes connected with his as he put his fingers that were inside of you to his mouth.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he said, lust dripping off his words.

You whimpered at the sight as he grabbed the waistband of your panties, sliding them down your legs.

“Wait, can you grab a condom out of that top drawer first?” you asked, thinking about how unsafe you were the night before.

“Of course,” he said, walking to your bedside table and grabbing one.

When he came back over to you, his hands ran across your exposed skin, loving the gasps slipping past your lips. As badly as he wanted to fuck you, he was loving teasing you.

“So beautiful,” he said, placing kisses along your ribs.

“I need you to fuck me,” you moaned out.

“I told you I wanted to take my time with you,” he said, his finger brushing against your clit again.

“Please, Ethan?” you said, begging him for more.

“I need you on all fours, baby,” he said.

You did as he said, getting into the position. Your ass stuck up in the air as he grabbed the condom from his wallet and rolled it on.

He slowly slid inside of you, really taking advantage of all the free time he had with you. As he inched further in, you started to meet his slow thrusts, needing more.

“Fuck,” he whispered, starting to move faster. “I love your pussy.”

“You’re filling me up so good,” you whimpered.

As needy as you were, he still didn’t want to rush through this with you.  You were pleading with him to go faster, but your words were coming out as a mumbled mess.

“What do you need, baby?” he asked, slowing his hips a little.

“Please go faster,” you rushed out, resting your head down against the comforter.

He sped up a little, but he was still holding back.

“Baby, please!” you cried out.

He started to thrust into you at a fast pace. One hand was holding onto your hip while the other was roaming the flesh of your ass.

Your moans kept getting louder, letting him know you were starting to get close. Your hand reached up underneath of you, quickly rubbing your clit.

“Oh my god,” you moaned out.

That feeling inside of you was building up fast as your pussy dripped around Ethan.

“You’re taking me so well,” he groaned out, grabbing your hips to drill into you as fast as he could.

“Fuck…oh fuck…I’m gonna cum,” you cried out.

Your fingers kept circling your swollen clit as your orgasm hit. The intensity of it gave you goosebumps as your hips stuttered against his. Ethan started to chase his own orgasm, gripping your hips so hard you knew you’d have bruises.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned out, his movement slowing as he filled the condom.

He relaxed his grip on your hips, but stayed inside of you for a few minutes, loving the warm feeling of you around him.

When he did pull out, you whined, missing the feeling.

He disposed of the condom in the wastebasket in your room while you turned over to lay on your back.

“No one’s ever made me cum that hard,” you said, your breath steadying as Ethan laid beside you.

“I hope your hips are okay,” he said, with a laugh. “I didn’t mean to hurt you if I did.”

“No, that was perfect,” you said, leaning over to kiss his lips.

“Can we talk?” he said, and your heart started to race.

“Sure,” you said, as he laced his fingers with yours.

"I know that I piss you off, and I know that I’m going back to college tomorrow, but would you like to see where this goes?” he asked.

You sat up to look into his hopeful eyes.

“I’d love to.”

[badnewswhatsleft]

total guitar #160 march 2007 [joe's video]

transcript below cut:

You voted Dance, Dance in at No 57 in TG’s 100 Greatest Riffs, so we managed to collar the dual guitar talents of Fall Out Boy’s Joe Trohman and Patrick Stump to ask them how they write riffs, who they think is the ultimate riff-writing machine and what they deem to be the top five greatest riffs ever written…

Words: Claire Davies, Images: Joby Sessions

When you look at Fall Out Boy or listen to any one of their albums, it’s easy to dismiss them as pop punk scamps who like to mess around on the guitar but don’t take it that seriously. In some respects you’d be right, but singer/guitarist Patrick Stump and his talented co-guitarist Joe Trohman know quite a bit about writing insanely catchy riffs and playing guitar.

Patrick, for instance, doesn’t respect players who wail unnecessarily over a song. “I like restraint in guitarists,” he says. “It’s easy to go overboard and try to be Eddie Van Halen. But here’s the thing: you’re not.” Joe, on the other hand, is completely obsessed with vintage guitars. “I was really into vintage Gibsons, but I just used to break them all the time and it turned out to be kind of expensive. Now I play Washburns ‘cos they have that same wide-neck feel and pickups as some of those 70s Les Pauls.”

One thing they’re both passionate about, however, is writing great riffs and how you - by expanding your musical horizons - can write one with as much groove as Pantera’s Walk…

So guys, why did you choose guitar and when did you start playing?

Joe Trohman: “I started playing guitar because of Metallica. I used to listen to them loads and when my grandma got me the Live Shit: Binge And Purge video I couldn’t stop watching it. I used to play viola and trombone in my school band, but watching bands like Metallica and Smashing Pumpkins made me wanna play guitar. From the moment I got a cheap $50 guitar, I played it all the time.”

Patrick Stump: “I chose drums to begin with, but my dad was a folk singer in the 70s so he always had a guitar lying around. I’d mess around and write songs on it, but I never fancied myself as much of a player. When the band started I ended up singing, even though I was supposed to be a drummer. Then one of our guitarists quit, I had to fill in and it went from there.”

When you were starting out, which guitarists influenced you?

Joe: “Kirk Hammett and Dimebag had a huge impact on me, as did Billy Corgan. I was into a lot of lead players, I guess, but as I got older I realised how important it was to play rhythm as well. People don’t realise how good a rhythm player James Hetfield is. I also love Johnny Marr, who has probably been my biggest influence so far.”

Patrick: “I’m not a huge Stones fan, but I appreciate Keith Richards’ playing ‘cos it’s all about his riffs. Outside of that, my favourite shit as a guitar player is funk; everyone from James Brown to Prince. I also love jazz player Joe Pass, who is one of the only people good enough to noodle on guitar, and Jesse Johnson who was in a band called The Time from the Prince movie Purple Rain. My favourite solo of his is just one note, but the crazy shit he does with that one note is unreal.”

Moving on to riff-writing, how would you describe a guitar riff?

Joe: “It’s a cool guitar part that catches you instantly. It’s something you can play over and over without it losing its edge.”

Patrick: “Yeah, it’s four bars that are simple and that grab you immediately, like the riff from Janet Jackson’s Black Cat. I think a good riff comes down to a good rhythm section. When you look at a guy like Dimebag, he always got right in there with the bass and drums. Pantera were built on a groove as strong and simple as any R&B groove.”

Joe: “Yeah, Walk has to be one of the simplest riffs ever but it grooves, and that’s what matters: what you do with the riff and how much it grooves.”

So how do you come up with riffs, such as the one on Dance, Dance?

Patrick: “We just fuck around until we come up with something. You’ll come up with a gazillion riffs when trying stuff out, but every so often something will jump in front of you. Once you’ve got your four bars, stuff will start happening. With Dance, Dance I was just sitting in the van and we were all talking about The Cure, and I had this idea of a Cure bass line that they never wrote, which ended up being the riff in Dance Dance.”

What’s the best riff you’ve written?

Patrick: “I really like the riff on Of All The Gin Joints. But The Take Over, The Breaks Over from our new record [Infinity On High] is easily one of our best riffs. I wrote it after reading something Bowie said: that he was sitting around one day and decided that he really wanted to write a riff like Keith Richards did. So he wrote Rebel Rebel. After reading that I thought, ‘Fuck! I wanna do that!’”

What, in your opinion, makes a kick-ass riff?

Joe: “A great riff comes from being part of the rhythm and acknowledging that you’re not gonna produce something totally original. You should listen to loads of different music and put your own spin on it. Like on our last album we wrote a riff that was like Panama by Van Halen. We’ve obviously taken influence from them on that song, but we’re not ripping them off wholesale. Instead it’s like paying homage to them.”

Patrick: “When you’re writing a riff you’re part of the rhythm section and you keep up the tempo and rhythm as if you were the drummer. You have stabs as though you were the snare drum and you’re hitting low notes as though you’re the bass drum, but you’re also controlling the melody. At the end of the day, a riff is something that you can hum and it’s a rhythm you can play on drums. If you have both those qualities in your riff then you’re onto something good.”

What do you think are the Top Five greatest riffs ever written?

Joe: “I love the start of This Charming Man by The Smiths, and Black In Black by AC/DC. Walk by Pantera is probably one of the best riffs ever, same as Battery by Metallica, but if you can’t do triplets and haven’t got tons of stamina then it’s hard to play. I also love South Of Heaven by Slayer just ‘cos it’s so evil sounding.”

Patrick: “Satisfaction by The Stones is the be-all and end-all of riffs. I’d also go for Rebel Rebel by David Bowie, Janet Jackson’s Black Cat, the second section of Bohemian Rhapsody and Black Sabbath by Black Sabbath. That one riff alone changed metal as we know it. I also wanna throw in Owner Of A Lonely Heart by Yes ‘cos it’s a great example of having really talented guitarists who still keep it simple.”

Who do you think is the ultimate riff-writing machine?

Joe: “I’d go with Randy Rhoads, just ‘cos I love that riff in Crazy Train. That guy was a genius.”

Patrick: “Angus and Malcolm Young have written so many phenomenal riffs that you can’t do any better than those guys. But I come from an R&B background so I wanna say Prince, just ‘cos Let’s Go Crazy is so awesome. And I also wanna know who wrote the riff to Michael Jackson’s Beat It [TG mentions it was session musician and Toto guitarist Steve Lukather]. Was it Lukather? Yeah, of course it was: he played the riff and Eddie Van Halen played the solo. I wonder why Lukather doesn’t get more recognition? Now you’ve mentioned Lukather, I wanna change one of my Top Five riffs to Toto’s Hold The Line, ‘cos that’s one of my favourite riffs ever!”

How did you approach the guitars on your new album, Infinity On High?

Patrick: “We’re both playing a lot more rhythm on this record, but if there is lead then it’s in much more of a BB King way where there’s a call and response.”

Joe: “My favourite thing about the guitars on our new songs is that I can ad-lib when we’re playing live. I know scales well enough and understand the fretboard well enough to do that. I could never tell you what key something is in, but in my head I know what it is. The cool thing about being in this band is that Patrick and I play guitar really well together, and I’ve learned a lot from watching Patrick and playing guitar with him.”

So can we expect a lot of guitar interplay from you on this album?

Joe: “Patrick also plays piano on this album, so he’s not always on guitar, but we split up a lot of the guitar playing. There’s a solo on The Take Over, The Breaks Over that we split in half when playing live, even though on the record it was done by Chad from New Found Glory and Ryan from Panic! At The Disco. We thought it was cooler to have guest guitarists than guest vocalists. So yeah, we split a lot of the guitar stuff up and switched between rhythm and lead. The weird thing is that I’m always pegged as the lead guitarist of the band, but we always switch back and forth.”

Patrick: “I think in general, I play a lot of the single-note leads and Joe plays a lot of the octave and chord leads.”

Which tracks on the new album best exemplify you guys as guitarists?

Patrick: “The end solo of Don’t You Know Who I Think I Am? Is how I love to solo. It’s real bluesy, which is what I’m about as a player. I’d also say the solo on You’re Crashing But You’re No Wave.”

Joe: “Yeah, that one had a lot of Johnny Marr filler guitar in there, and also Don’t You Know Who I Think I Am? It's filler guitar that doesn’t really jump out at you, but it’s atmospheric and it changes the vibe without you really knowing it.”

Finally, how proud are you as guitarists of your new album?

Patrick: “This is my favourite record because it’s restrained and funny. It’s basic rhythm playing, which is my favourite kind of guitar playing. I’m much happier playing a strong riff 100 times over than playing a kick-ass solo once. We do have kick-ass solos, but the way we write doesn’t always leave that much room for them.”

Joe: “I learned from playing on this album that I don’t need to play solos all the time. I’m proud of the record and proud of the cool riffs and songs that we’ve written together.”

Patrick: “I’m less impressed when someone shows off, and on this record we don’t show off a lot so obviously you should be impressed… I’m kidding!”

[hyuck-inmysoul]

You and Jisung both ended up going to the cafe together as Chaewon was busy with her next class, Sitting down on a booth “See anything you want Y/n?” Jisung had asked you as he already knew what he wanted, air poking against his cheek while his finger tapped on his card. “Just a caramel latte sung” You replied to him with a soft smile, having him nod his head before he walked away to go order.

Haechan and the others all entered the cafe as they were assigned to sit on a booth, ordering and talking about life as friends do. Until Haechan spoke up, “Let’s play a game!” He said as he eyed both Chenle and Jeno, seeing them nod their head as approval. “First one to make a sound has to make friends with someone here but the winners get to choose who!” Haechan said with an eye smile as his friends rolled their eyes before nodding to agree with him again, they both already knew he was going to lose in the end. All three of them calmed themselves down before Jeno snapped, signaling that the game has started as Haechan leaned over the table to move Jeno’s hair back, exposing his forehead before he flicked on it with all his strength. The poor boy breathed heavily as he rubbed his forehead after and just gave Haechan a soft smile with no sounds leaving his mouth, Jeno then turned to Chenle as he smacked him harshly on his shoulder, using all of his strength, leaving Chenle biting down on his tongue as he nodded his head.

Chenle looking up and seeing Haechan taking a sip of his hot latte before he shook the table, making the hot drink spill all over Haechan as Haechan looked up at his friends and yelped. “What the fuck le!” He said in a whisper but loud tone, leaving Chenle and Jeno to both high five each other. “That’s not even fair! I wasn’t paying attention!” Haechan fought back as Jeno looked around the area for someone to point out. “Did you really have to choose a pretty girl? Why couldn’t you choose a man or something!” Haechan let out a whine as he lost the game between his friends, “You yourself said we can choose anybody!” Chenle put his hands up in the air as self defense as he watched the male turn around to look at the girl sitting with by herself. Jeno pushing Haechan closer to the table as he huffed under his breath, “i’m never playing with you two ever again..” He said as Jeno walked away while whistling “I heard that!”

You felt a shadow pop up beside you as you were waiting for Jisung to be back with your drinks, looking up you saw a man about 5’10 with light brown hair, wearing skinny jeans and a oversized black shirt. “Can I help you?” You looked at him confused, he scratched his neck and started to stutter as he spoke, “I-I just wanted to say that..Well! I think you’re p-pretty yeah! and i’d like to be fr…friends?” He was able to finish his sentence as he waited for a response. You could only let out a nervous laugh as you nodded, “you could’ve just said that! what’s your number? i’d love to be friends!” You replied back as you pulled out your phone, handing it into the males hand infront of you. Haechan smiled as he heard the term “I’d love to be friends!” but his smile soon faded as he felt a cold phone in his hand, looking down at the “add contact” he was seeing. Gosh he couldn’t even remember his own number at this point, he was so nervous and scared as he stood there for a minute with your phone in his hand infront of you. You thanked that Jisung had to use the restroom before coming back to the table or else he would’ve been bombing you with questions right now.

“Earth to..whatever your name is, are you okay?” That immediately made Haechan snap out his thoughts as he pulled out his phone, “oh yeah sorry..just forgot my number..” He breathes heavily as he felt even more nervous, so nervous that he jotted the number down into her phone and said his thank yous before walking away. Haechan walked away as he sighed heavily, the nervous feeling going away while he walked back to his friends “so..did she get it?” Chenle asked as Haechan looked up at him and nodded with a fake smile, “Yeah she did” He replied as he saw Jeno and Chenle both high fiving each other once again. Not knowing that he jotted down the one and only Huang Renjun’s number aka his best friend in another strangers phone.

[phantom-of-the-501st]

And we're back!

Initial thoughts on TBB S3 Eps 1-3

SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT

3x1 Confined

Final season premiere let's go!!!

Storms are never a good sign

There's creepy shit on Tantiss (crocodile thing from the trailer maybe?)

Although Hemlock counts as creepy enough

He's the creepiest thing on the whole planet 😬

Tbf there's a stunning view, it's just a shame about the prison window blocking it

CROSS IS BACK!!!

Omega blood sample? That's gotta come back later in the season!

Are these blood samples labelled? How tf does anyone know which is which??? That's just bad lab practice 🙄

Oh the weird machine knows. Nvm

"Replicate the genetic M count" and they want Omega's blood???

Nala Se is protecting Megs. Slenderbitch may actually be of some use

Force senstive Megs?

This feels like this is linking with the cloning plot in The Mandalorian

The animal welfare standards here are abysmal 😠

BATCHER?! Oh that's adorable 😍

And I thought Omegas's room was bad holy shit 😭

The grid across Cross' room is casting a crosshair on Omega's face. I love little details like that

21 tallies on wall = 21 rotations? That doesn't seem like very long

STRAW LULA?! 😭❤️

Why are there blood drips going into each sample? This seems like a contamination issue

At least 150 tallies now 😭

Subject will be terminated if they don't heal. Feels very much like the clones when they were on Kamino, which just shows how much the clones were treated like animals

"I belong here" *sobs*

Cross don't make me cry istg. I can't do this at 8am on a Wednesday 😭

Okay but the droid kind of had a point about Batcher struggling in the wild because of Omega domesticating her. One thing you learn about working in a zoo environment is that hand-reared animals have no idea how to behave like their wild counterparts and basically turn into little psychos (like you can't actually be in the same room as some of them levels of bad). That or they rely on people too much and have no idea how to fend for themselves. Either way, the droid wasn't entirely wrong

Hemlock is a bastard 😒

Omega's theme!!!

Season premiere and only two Batcher (neither of whom are Hunt or Wreck). Interesting!

1x2 Paths Unknown

Fucking Roland Durand?!

Did not expect that in episode 2 omg!

Hunter and Wrecker being mercenaries for the Durands?

Ah okay it seems to be a one off

THE GOGGLES IN THE SHIP! 😭😭😭😭

Hunt and Wreck be looking a bit scuffed

Echo and Rex mention!

They won't be available for 2 rotations? Well we're not seeing them this episode then...

Hunter's emotions are making him impulsive and that's not really a good thing

Wrecker is actually the one holding back, which is an interesting dynamic. Wrecker can see how bad Hunter is coping and is probably having to keep him in line as much as he can so that they don't lose another brother

CLONE CADETS! CLONE CADETS!

These ones actually have New Zealand accents as well

The slither vines were genetically made and got out of hand? This is what we mean by invasive species, people. Very much not good

Okay so we have one called Box and one called Stak

Are the cadets not affected by the chips? Do they only active in fully trained soldiers?

We need to get these kids to Echo and Rex

GONKY BACKPACK!!! 😆

Poor Gonky is stuck upside down.

These vines are making vocalisations somehow and it's confusing me. Plant voice boxes?

OKAY WTF ARE THOSE THINGS???

They look like weird green versions of the slogs from Abe's Oddysee

Why are you breaking into the Marauder???

You better not be stealing it. That's already happened and we can't do it again

Okay clone cadet 3 is Deke

Ayyyy rescue time!

Okay, I'll let them off for getting on the ship

Because we totally needed a swampy sarlacc thing rn 😭

PABU!!!

*Remembers invasion of Pabu in trailer* FUCK

1x3 Shadows of Tantiss

I'm going to throw hands if Echo isn't in this episode 😤

Ooh mystery clone(?) who everyone thinks is Tech!

Nala Se is helping again 👀

The special guest is probs Palpatine

Le Palps is back

Project Necromancer - bringing back the dead?

So is this to do with the cloning stuff or something to do with Tech?

Probs the cloning thing tbf

*Angry mouse droid squeaks*

FUCK YEAH CROSS!

Missed watching this guy fight

Cross and Omega team up let's go!!!

Cross doesn't question why Omega only mentioned Wrecker and Hunter. Has Omega told him about Tech or did he just not question why she only brought two up?

And in that case has she told him that Echo is with Rex?

I HAVE QUESTIONS!

Cross went for the stun not the kill. Very different from 2x3

Do you think Hemlock has a scar or does he just choose to shave a slit in his eyebrow? 🤨

Oh great a big green monkey cat. Just what we need!

"Of course he did". CROSSHAIR BEING SOFT ABOUT TECH HELP

Cross is missing shots because of his shaky hands :(

OMEGA M COUNT???

Oooooooh they're adding blood with midichlorians in to the samples to see if they would take. That explains the blood being added to the samples

Overall I love these episodes! It's nice going back and forth between Cross and Omega, and Hunter and Wrecker. We're going to get some interesting dynamics

This is a very sad day for Echo stans though. I feel like we're going to be suffering a lot this season 🥲

And here's the bingo card as of rn!

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Year Two

Part Three of Three Years

Year One | Masterlist | Year Three

Pairing: Nathan Bateman x Reader

Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only.

Length: 7.2K

Notes: ….Hi! It’s part three! Huzzah!

Warnings: Cursing; angst; enemies to enemies who fuck; tech-talk; angst (I know I said it before but really); Nathan being Nathan; slapping; grinding; biting; the next chapter has more spice

Summary: Despite how irritating he can be, you’re finding that you mind Nathan less and less these days. He’s more like a common fungi: opportunistic, probably not harmful if consumed—not that you’re rushing to consume him, as it were. 

Jenn is. 

“We’ve gotta jump, we’ll be late on another call.” 

It’s a warning that’s almost never been heeded before, but you say it as firmly as you can. You can feel your team casting a wary glance between you and the landline that you’re crowded around in the otherwise sparsely decorated conference room. 

The old conference rooms at Sc(ai)le’s original headquarters could be a little tight for team conference calls, but at least they were comfy. The tables weren’t too big, but could fit most everyone’s laptops, and a drink or two. There had been armchairs, couches—enough space for people to chat, take calls, have a quick huddle—whatever was needed. By contrast, the conference rooms at the new headquarters feel like blank, sterile canvases. They have yet to be outfitted properly. For now, you’re all stuck with the chairs from your desks that you’ve rolled in, sitting around a long, bland, white conference table, with a landline in the middle.

“Move whatever you’re going to back,” Bateman’s order is haughty. “We haven’t finished ironing this out. I still have questions.” 

A year and a half ago, you would’ve heeded him. A year and a half ago, you would’ve been afraid to push back, wary of Nathan’s burgeoning relationship with Jenn, and with Sc(ai)le. But now, a year and a half in, you’re far more aware of what you are and aren’t willing to put up with. It’s a gamble, a stupid one, but you roll the fucking dice: 

“I hear you, and I’ll be more than happy to answer them. Pop them in an email and send them over at your earliest convenience. Thanks so much for your time, Nathan.”

You can only hope that your using his name softens the blow of how abruptly you hang up on him. You glance down at your computer repeatedly, eyeing the number for the other meeting that you’re dialing into the landline as you punch it in. You glance around, finding your team slack-jawed and stunned. 

“I cannot believe you just did that.” 

It falls out of Amelia’s open mouth with a shocked laugh. She’s one of the product owners, someone that you’ve been working with since before you brought onto the C-Suite—and has had a front-row ticket to the rapid decline of your giving a fuck. You shrug a shoulder. 

“He’ll get it,” You insist. “He knows how these meetings run over. If it’s between cutting him off or being late for our biggest client, the fuck is he gonna do, tell us to lose money?” 

A couple of your team members guffaw, and you glance up to see some of them trying to fight back smiles. It makes you grin. 

“Alright, c’mon,” You urge, even as you chuckle, yourself. “Button that up, we gotta work.” 

-- 

You wait for the slap on the wrist from Nathan. When it doesn’t come, you wait for it from Jenn. As your monthly one on one closes out, you expect the question: Why the fuck did you hang up on our biggest backer? Stunningly, it never comes. Maybe Nathan didn't mention it to her, even in passing. Maybe he recognizes that your judgement call was the right one.

The company is in a better place than it was last year. Sc(ai)le is drawing clients and revenue in hand over fucking fist. With the newest burst of AI chatbots coming out, there has been a wave of prospective clients. Companies that used to be too busy for you are now beating down your doors. For the first time, you have a chance to be selective about your clients. They’re chasing you and your tech, not the other way around. The company has swelled from 150 people to 400 in just under a year.

Most of your local workforce is coming into Sc(ai)le’s office at least three times a week. Some opt to come in more days than their contracts necessitate, not because they like it, but because it’s just faster to run over someone’s desk to ask a fucking question than to Slack them and pray that they’re somewhere near their laptop. You’re busy, busier than you’ve ever been. The amount of work that you’ve been hit with in the first six months of your second year is closer to what you’d initially expected when you’d agreed to take on two C-Suite positions.

Are you tired? Yes. 

Do you remember what your apartment still looks like in the daylight? Not really. 

Do you have personal relationships outside of work anymore? Definitely not. 

But you’re staring down the barrel of a year and a half of work for stock options and a job wherever the fuck you want. 

There are some moments, rare moments, when you almost want to thank Nathan for strong-arming you into this position. But there are other, far more frequent moments when you want to tell him to take his ego and his backing and cram it up his frighteningly round ass. 

--  

“Knock-knock.” 

You don’t bother to look up; you know the voice well enough. It sets your teeth on edge. You keep typing, eyes on your computer as your fingers fly across the keyboard. 

“You know, there is a door there,” You point out, “Most people actually bother to knock on it.” 

“That’s standard procedure for a closed door. Yours is wide-open. Saying knock-knock was just a formality. I could’ve walked right in.” 

“If you want, I can get up and shut the door, let you knock like a normal human being.”

“Nothing about me is normal, sweetheart.” 

The endearment makes your fingers freeze over your keyboard. It’s not a surprise that he does it so damn easily—but what is surprising is how it seems to just knock your brain offline. 

“Are you in my doorway for a reason?” You finally ask. It’s a moment too late; you can hear him lower into a seat across from you. 

“What are you doing tonight?” He asks. You fight back a sigh. 

“I’m assuming I’m having dinner with you.” 

“You catch on quick.” 

You let your eyes slide to him. “You’re more predictable than you’d like.”

Nathan’s expression flickers with annoyance, but he’s quick to cover it up again. 

“That’s something I’ve never been accused of.” 

“First time for everything. We going to the diner again?” 

He huffs a humorless laugh through his nose, head jerking back with it before it tips forward again. You fight back a smile as you turn toward your computer again.

“Just be ready by seven,” He adds. 

“Alright.” 

“And don’t try to worm out of it,” Bateman warns as he pushes himself to stand and rounds toward the door. “I’ll pull my funding.” 

“I’m shaking in my boots.” 

You force yourself to keep typing, even as you hear Nathan’s step hesitate before it fades complete. It’s just a little, just for a second—but to sense that you’ve managed to put a hitch in Bateman’s day and workflow when he’s put such a hitch in your life? Hell, that feels like your birthday came early. 

--  

“Too bad Jenn couldn’t join us.” 

You’re trying to goad him. From her reaction to your mention of having dinner with Bateman—the way she’d pouted just a little before brightening, telling you to have fun, and to charge it to the company card—you’re fairly certain that he hadn’t mentioned it to her at all. Bateman hardly blinks as he excuses: 

“She had a conflict.” 

That’s bullshit. 

“Besides,” He pushes on before you can argue, “You and I haven’t had a one on one since you came onto the team.” 

“There was that time at, uh…Karaoke,” You correct. 

“Thanks for the reminder. What are we singing?” 

You raise your brows, unimpressed. “Why don't we just pencil that in for my retirement party.” 

“You already have that planned?” 

“Oh, sure. I’m going to make you rent out that, uh—That palazzo, out in Beverly Hills? I want an ice sculpture, the most VIP of VIPs, a whose-who of the tech industry’s who’s.” 

“You make a playlist yet?” 

“No, but it’ll be done, don't you worry about that.” 

Nathan searches your gaze for a moment, and you see a wrinkle of curious confusion there. 

“What are the hang ups?” He asks. 

“What do you mean?” 

“You, in this position. You’re pushing the processes forward, you developed a uniform product release cadence and communications workflow. The efficiency is through the roof, but you’re still unsatisfied.” 

You look away, lips pressing into a thin line. You let your gaze drift over the decor of the restaurant, rather than hold Nathan’s eye, and let him find a hundred little faults in you. The restaurant that he’s chosen is startlingly intimate—it has a short bar, with just two seats, and only a handful of tables and chairs. The recessed lighting has been dimmed for the evening, and if the table between you and Nathan had been just a little bit longer, you might’ve had to squint to get a better look at him. As it is, your knees are brushing under the table, and if you make one wrong move reaching for the drinks menu, you’re going to make even more contact with the guy than you’ve ever wanted. 

“Is it the pay?" He presses into your silence. "Because frankly, you’re being paid more than you’re worth."

“Really? I’ve been offered more to do less.” 

He bristles, and you bite back a smile. He doesn’t like that—and he doesn’t need to know that it’s a bluff. You’re sure he’ll make inquiries, now that you’ve said it, and you’re sure that every one of them will tell him the truth: that you’ve never been approached by any one of them. He won’t trust it. It’s just an added little bit of discord. Hell, you’re almost proud of it. 

“What is it?” He presses. 

“This wasn’t a choice for me,” You shale your head, “It was a negotiation tactic. Actually, you know what, let’s just call it what it really was: it was a fucking emotional blackmail.” 

He rolls his eyes openly. “Emphasis on emotional.” 

“Oh, fuck off,” You scoff, “As if you’d ever take this shit lying down.” 

“No, I wouldn’t.” 

“Exactly, so—” 

“I wouldn’t have signed on in the first place.” 

The fact makes you go quiet for a moment. 

“Because you don’t have anyone like Jenn?” 

“Because even if I had someone like Jenn, I’d leave them to sort out their own shit.” 

“Well, I’ll just add that to the ever-growing list of differences between you and I.” 

“It’s not that long.” 

“Excuse me?” 

“We’re not so different, you and I.”

“Did you watch Austin Powers on the plane?” 

“Raiders of the Lost Ark.” 

“Isn’t that, uh…Our methods are not so different as you pretend?” 

“I paraphrased. And do I really look like someone that watches Austin Powers in his free time?” 

“No comment.” 

“I think we’re more similar than you’d like to believe. I think that pisses you off.” 

He’s right—and it pisses you off even more. You fight to keep from fidgeting in front of him, giving him the satisfaction of your open annoyance. You finally shake your head slowly, keeping your gaze on Nathan’s.

“I’m nothing like you. And I never wanna be.” 

You wanna slap the widening smile off of his face. 

“Wouldn’t take much,” He goads. “I’d say you’re already halfway there. Start missing a few dinners because you’re working, start keeping a change of clothes at the office, sleeping in one of the conference rooms because you realize it’s four in the morning and you won’t have time to get back to yours, shower, change, and not fall asleep on your couch while you wait for your leftovers to heat up in your microwave.”

You feel your face going hot. You don’t want to admit that you’ve already started doing every single one of those things—that you’ve done two of those things in the last forty-eight hours. 

“You know where you go from there?” Nathan folds his arms on the table, leaning forward and holding your gaze with a smiling smugness. “You stop giving a fuck what other people think. Like it or not, that’s going to include Jenn. The only voice that starts to matter is yours.” 

“I told you,” You press, “I’m nothing like you.”

“And if you realize that you are?” 

“I’ll shave my head, start wearing polo shirts, and move to the middle of fucking nowhere.” 

“Don’t knock it ‘til you try it.” 

“The commute would be a nightmare.” 

“You might look cute bald.” 

“I’ll keep that in mind.” 

The two of you fall quiet as the server sets your drinks down. You gaze at yours, wondering if you can drain it and run, feign illness, or snipe that you have to join Jenn at her meeting. Maybe you can tell Nathan that you just don’t want to be there—but maybe that’s exactly what he would do. So you obligingly knock your glass against his, take a measured sip, and resolve yourself to sit through this. 

“Alright,” Nathan finally relents as he sets his glass down, “We’ll move off of work. Talk about something else.” 

“Like what.” 

“You ever think about starting your own company?” 

Your brows raise. 

“This is how you talk about something other than work?” 

“You hate having a boss.” 

“You really like to talk in absolutes, don’t you,” You comment dryly. “I don’t mind having a boss.” 

“You never just wanted to break off, strike out on your own?” 

You consider bullshitting him, but this drink is still pretty damn full, and if you have it too fast, you’re almost certain he’ll insist on your having another. So you consider for a moment, then shrug. 

“I guess I did, once. When we’d just gotten out of here. Jenn was working on getting Sc(ai)le going.” 

“So, what happened?” 

“Nothing ‘happened’. One of us had to keep things afloat until she had her foot in the door.” 

“You resent her for it?” 

“Of course not.” 

“I would.” 

“Well, I already told you. We’re not the same.” 

“What was it?” 

“The idea?” 

“Mhm.” 

“A consulting firm, crisis-response specific.” 

“You could do it, you know. Once your contract is done—as long as you can resist the urge to stay.” 

“I’m not going to stay.” 

“Not even if Jenn asks you to? I know how much she values your opinion. Almost as highly as she values mine.” 

You used to think that Jenn valued your opinion twice as much as Nathan’s, but these days, you’re dismayed to say that you’re not so sure about that. 

“She won’t ask me.” 

“Why do you say that?” 

“If I tell her I’m happy to serve my three years and move on, she’ll be fine with it.” 

“And if she isn’t?” 

“She’ll learn to be fine with it.” 

“You wouldn’t take her wishes into consideration?” 

“The last time I did, I wound up working for you.”

“So the only voice that matters on this subject is yours.”

He’s smiling like the cat that got the goddamn cream. You fight off a groan of irritation. You hadn’t been expecting it—why the hell weren’t you expecting it? You’re mad that he caught you out like that. 

Worse, you sort of admire it. 

--  

Nathan’s little visits begin increasing in frequency. You don’t question it. Maybe it’s BlueBook business; maybe it’s Sc(ai)le; maybe he’s looking into investing with another company and he just happens to be in town more these days. Whatever the fuck it is, you don’t care. You just care that Nathan is now sitting in on your meetings with various departments, with the C-Suite, with you and Jenn. It’s like you can’t swing your laptop without whacking the guy these days. 

But despite how irritating he can be, you’re finding that you mind Nathan less and less these days. He’s more like a common fungi: opportunistic, probably not harmful if consumed—not that you’re rushing to consume him, as it were. 

Jenn is. 

Jenn is soaking up this time with Nathan like a goddamn sponge. You haven’t seen her this bright, this engaged in some kind of personal relationship in a long time, since way before Sc(ai)le.  

Look, maybe you’re being a little judgemental, you’re almost certain that Jenn has a crush on Nathan. And that is…A little alarming. For one, it means putting even more of her time and interest into the guy. Beyond that, it means that she may be pinning her romantic hopes on the guy who the company’s financial hopes are resting on. Sure, Sc(ai)le is getting bigger, doing better, but the cash flow into the company is still coming from Bateman. 

You think of that as you see Jenn throw her head back in a giggle, her hand landing on Bateman’s forearm. He grins, glancing toward you. If you knew less, you’d think he was trying to get you to laugh, too. But it’s Nathan, and you know better. He’s showing off. He’s showing off how likable he is to your best friend. He’s showing off the fact that he’s making her laugh, not you. He’s showing you that your place in your best friend’s life is being usurped. 

Asshat.

You look down at your food as Jenn’s laughter quiets to giggles, then tapers entirely. You can feel both of them watching you, and you make a point of poking through your food, just to have something to do. You hadn’t even planned on  joining the two of them for dinner, but they’d happened to catch you on your way to the parking lot and insisted. 

Grabbing a meal with Jenn is fine. You can sort of tolerate grabbing a meal with Nathan. But the two of them, together? Cripes, you don’t think you can take much more of this. You can only hope this place doesn’t have a damn dessert menu. Jenn can’t resist a piece of cheesecake, and you’re dying to get the hell out of here. You’re not sure you can take much more of her simping and grinning over a man that you find moderately repugnant, and mildly attractive. 

You frown, putting your fork down in favor of taking up your wine and drawing in a deep sip. 

Mildly attrac—Where the fuck did that come from? Whatever it was, it’s left a bad taste in your mouth. 

“You alright over there?” Nathan asks. 

“Great,” You answer flatly once you’ve swallowed, “Thanks.” 

“Food not to your liking? We’ll get you something else.” 

You shake your head, gaze flickering to Nathan’s. “Seriously, I’m fine.” 

“We’ll go somewhere else.” 

“That is even less necessary than getting me something else to eat.” 

“So!” Jenn chirps, breaking into your and Bateman’s bickering, “We should go somewhere after this, right?” 

“You know what, I actually can’t,” You give what you hope is a regretful smile, “I’ve got a call.” 

“This late?” Nathan looks down at his watch, “Who with?” 

“Brickandbound, the SaaS company down in Sydney. It’s only about two in the afternoon over there. And, actually,” You push your chair back, “I did not realize how late it is. I should get back to my office, prep with the team. Thanks for dinner, Nathan.” You glance toward Jenn, warming at the grateful smile on her lips.

“I’ll see you later, Jenn. Bateman, let me know how much to Venmo you.” You offer him a pat on the shoulder, then round him, dropping a kiss to Jenn’s head before heading out. You don’t bother to give them a second look, you just go. 

--  

Mildly attractive. Mildly attractive? When the fuck did that happen? 

Maybe it’s because you’ve been around him so much, and because, well…He is. He’s still an irritating little worm, of course, the most annoying person on the fucking planet (after Elon), but he’s sort of…Hot. His eyes are dark, and when he’s worked up, his gaze can be intense. His lips seem far more pink and plump these days, but that could be the increasing growth of his beard, which he only seems to trim every week or so. And his smile, which you seem to be privy to more and more these days, can be kinda nice—when it’s not smug, or slick, which is fairly rare. Still, you’re certain you’ve gotten a true smile from him a couple of times. They’re in the minority, and maybe that’s why they seem so much more special when you do get them. 

You lean back in your seat in the conference room, listening to the sales and acquisitions team as they prep around you, volleying pitch lines back and forth, tweaking wording. You can only hope that Jenn’s getting those smiles from him—legitimate smiles, the kinds that’ll turn her insides to goo. She better fucking thank you for your hasty retreat later. 

You glance over as you hear the team beginning to dial in. You draw in a deep breath, pushing it out quietly through your lips. You’ve been on tons of these, but they still make you a little nervous. You sort of hate it. If you’re still nervous, it means that a small part of you still gives so much of a shit that you’re afraid to make a mistake. You glance around as you hear everyone introduce themselves on the call, and open your mouth to add your name, but freeze as you see the door open. 

He shouldn’t be there. He should be in some dim bar with Jenn. She should be batting her fucking eyelashes, playing with the hair that she just got done today because Bateman had emailed to let the two of you know that he would be in town—

“Hey, you’ve got Bateman on the line.” He’s waving the person in the seat next to you over one before he sits down, turning your laptop toward him to get a good look at the deck, your notes. You watch, lips parted, absolutely gobsmacked. There’s just a pause before you manage to give your name on the call, to fill in the blank—and then sales and acquisitions push on. 

You hardly speak on the call. You don’t have to. The team has it handled. Luckily for you, Nathan keeps his damn mouth shut, too, save to lean over and murmur the odd question in your ear. The brush of his warm breath against your ear makes your stomach flip. You’re horrified at the feeling—at the fact that the man is there with you, and not out somewhere with Jenn; at the fact that you’re feeling something other than utter disdain for Nathan. 

Is it petty jealousy? The idea that Jenn’s interest is becoming your interest? Like a little girl, jealous of the toy that her friend is playing with? Or is your disdain curdling in the oddest of ways? And what’s his fucking excuse? Is he chasing you down to piss you off? Is he chasing you down because he knows he’s pissing you off? Or did he clock the heat that you’d eyed him with over dinner, and is he after answers? 

You can’t imagine Nathan chasing anyone for anything but answers. 

-- 

You practically run out of the room once the meeting is up after thanking everyone. You nearly snap your laptop shut on Nathan’s questing fingers as you push yourself up, dropping your laptop into your bag, and going. You make it down the hall and around one corner before you feel fingers close around your wrist, his fingers tugging you to slow, “Hey, where the fuck’s the fire—” 

You whirl around, yanking your wrist away from him. 

“What the fuck, Nathan!” 

His surprise splits to smugness. 

“Is something wrong?” 

“You know something is,” You spit. “What the hell is wrong with you? What are you doing here?” 

“I was told there was a meeting.” 

“You didn’t need to be here for it. You should be out.” 

“Out? Doing what?” 

“Out doing anything but pissing me the fuck off.” You whirl away from him, striding down the hall, and foolishly hoping that he’ll let it go. He follows you, and you hope that he’ll stop at the elevator, but he keeps right up with you. You nearly manage to slam your door in his face, but he just pushes it open, chiming, “Knock knock.” 

“Please leave.” 

“Why are you so pissed off?”

“Why are you here?” 

“In the building? In this business?”

“In my office, why are you here right now?” 

“Honestly?”

“Honestly.”

“Well, my purpose is manifold.” 

“Oh, for fuckssake.” 

“But I’m mostly here to piss you off.” 

“Well, mission accomplished, asshat.”

You drop your things on your desk, then glance up, doing a double-take at the sight of Nathan. He has his hands braced on the back of a chair, a wide grin pulling his lips.

“Stop that,” You grit out. 

“Stop what?” 

“Smiling at me. Looking at me, just cut it out.” 

“I was wondering how long it was going to take you to crack.” 

“Crack?”

“You have been dying to snap at me since the day we met.”  

“That is not true.” 

“No?” 

“No!” 

“Since when, then?” 

“Since you locked me into that dumb fucking contract.” 

“I only offered you the contract. You locked yourself into it. Admit it, you hate it. You hate this, you hate me, you hate Jenn.” 

The accusation spears through you like a hot, sharp knife. 

“That’s not true,” You hiss, rounding your desk.

“You do, you resent her for needing you. You resent her for needing me, too. If she could just get her shit together by herself, neither of us would be here.” 

“Fuck you.” 

“And if you’d trusted her ability to get shit done, you wouldn’t have taken this job.”

“I thought you would be good for Jenn—You have been good for Jenn, and for the company—” 

“But not for you. Nothing I’ve done has been good for you, has it—Not the raise, not the titles, not the work.” 

“Shut up.” 

“Am I wrong about that, too? Do you secretly like what you do? Or are you just going along to get along, biding your time until you can get out of here?” 

“Get out.” 

“I paid for this office, I’ll stay here as long as I want.” 

“Get. Out.” 

“Hell, I paid for you, I’ll talk to you as long as I—” 

The slap is louder than his smug pronouncements. You’re certain it stings your hand and his cheek in equal measures. Your gut swoops. Oh—Fuck. Shit. Shit. Your heart pounds; your chest heaves. You swallow thickly as the room falls into complete silence. Nathan’s pupils are blown wide, the darkness nearly fully obscuring the brown you’ve come to know. You see his mouth move, but what he says doesn’t land on your ears the way it should. 

“...What?” You ask warily. 

“I said, do that again.” 

Your stomach churns. He’s got to be kidding. 

“No.”

“C’mon,” He urges. “I’ve been pissing you off for a year and a half now, that’s all you’ve got in you? One slap? A half-decent one at that.” 

Half-decent? There’s no way. Your palm is still stinging. 

“Do it,” He urges, taking a step closer. “Do it again.” 

“Fuck you.” 

“Hit me.” 

“Fuck you—” 

“You want me to turn the other cheek?” He asks, tipping his head from one way to the other. You balk at the sight of his red cheek. “Hm?” 

“Look, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—” 

“You think I’m mad?” 

“Aren’t you?” 

“No.” 

“You should be.” 

“Why’s that?” Nathan shakes his head. “You just showed me who you are the first time—who you really are.” 

“This isn’t who I am,” You hiss, shaking, "No matter how badly you want to be right, I'll never be you."

“You’re right. If someone I hated offered to let me hit them again, I would’ve done it by now.” 

You raise your arm, winding up for a slap, but Nathan catches hold of your wrist before the blow can land. Panic flares in your chest, and you pull in a nervous breath as he yanks you closer. Your feet stumble, leaden weights keeping your unsteady legs nearly locked into place. Nathan keeps his grip on your wrist, his eyes darting over your face. 

“You do hate me, don’t you,” He murmurs, breath brushing your lips, fanning the embers of your anger. 

“With my entire being, you pompous piece of sh—” 

Nathan’s mouth covers yours with fierce harshness before you can get the rest out. You twist in his grasp, wrenching your wrist away from him. He lets go obligingly, but neither of you get far. You cup his cheeks, sinking your teeth into his lower lip and giving it a harsh tug. His growl snaps you out of it, and you draw back. 

“Fuck,” You hiss, drawing back, “I can’t, I—” You shake your head. 

“Can’t do what?” Nathan goads, hands grasping your hips. 

This.

You can’t do this to Jenn. You can’t give in to the man that’s been waiting for you to fall from the moment he met you. You meet Nathan’s eye. You take in the heat lingering there, the still-pink tinge of his cheek. 

“I can’t do this here.” 

--  

The trip to your apartment is taken in separate cars. It gives you time to change your mind, to clear your head. But you're still just as pissed, just as turned on. The sight of Nathan’s expectant face as he climbs out of his car makes both of those feelings so much worse. He doesn’t ask any questions as he follows you inside, as he stands almost menacingly close in the elevator, as he slouches against the wall as you unlock your door. You toss the keys into the basket by the front door, setting your work bag down. 

“Take your shoes off,” You order, nodding to Nathan’s feet as you lean against the wall, kicking yours off. Nathan follows suit as you walk deeper into your apartment, flicking on the light for the kitchen. 

“Do you want something to drink?” You ask. 

“I want you to hit me as hard as you can.” 

“Drop the fucking Fight Club schtick, alright? I told you I was sorry.” 

“Were you?” 

“I was trying to be.” 

“I don’t want you to be.” He leans against your counter, watching you root around in your fridge. “You lose the fire already?” 

“Fuck you.” You grumble it, with only half of the heat that you felt in the office. Nathan laughs, shaking his head. 

“I knew I should’ve fucked you over your desk.” 

The comment makes heat flare in your stomach. 

“I wouldn’t have let you fuck me in there,” You shake your head. “That place is a fucking fishtank.” 

“You’ll let me fuck you here?” 

“I might have to slap you again, get back in the mood.” 

“I’d be alright with that.” 

“Bullshit.”

“It’s not bullshit,” Nathan chuckles. 

“You really are a glutton for punishment.” 

“Little bit.” 

You gasp as he wraps his arms around your waist, tugging you back toward him. You whirl around, hands balled into fists, and find Nathan waiting for you, eyes bright with intrigue. You shake your head, lowering your hands to rest on his arms—his thick arms. 

This is bad. This is awful. Jenn wants this man, has the worst crush you’ve ever seen her have—she needs him for work, for funding, for—

Nathan’s lips catch yours, and all thoughts of Jenn are pushed from your mind. You sigh softly, fingers curling into fists again. 

“Fucking hate you,” You mumble against his lips. 

“I know,” He laughs, even as you pound one of your fists against his bicep. 

“Do you hate me?”

Nathan hums, grasping your hips and steering you back toward your counter. 

“I have no strong feelings one way or the other.”

“Oh—You know what, get off of me—” You protest, squirming, but Nathan’s laughing again, and you’re hardly pushing at his chest with any meaning, any force. He sucks a kiss to your neck, and your pushing hands take to grasping and pulling. You turn your head, catching Nathan’s lips with yours, whimpering as his hands push you into the harsh ridge of the counter. You rest your hands on Nathan’s shoulder’s, giving him a shove. You hardly move him. In fact, he leans more heavily against you, practically crushing you into the marble. He draws back from the kiss with a sucking sound, and a groan.

“I like that,” He murmurs. 

“What?” 

“You know what.” 

You hesitate before you give his shoulders another shove, then pound your fist against his arm. When Nathan doesn’t budge, you raise a hand, smoothing it over his cheek, then giving it a little tap. 

“C’mon,” He murmurs, “You can do better than that. Make it hurt a little.” 

You sweep your tongue across your lip, giving Nathan another tap, just a touch harder this time. Nathan grunts, and it’s all the warning you have before he’s turning you around. You shiver, bracing your hands on the counter. You twist, raising your hands as he draws your shirt up and off. You can’t get your hands out of the sleeves, and Nathan grasps the slack fabric, using the grasp of your shirt to keep your arms behind your back. You whimper, twisting as he presses a kiss to your shoulder. You wriggle against him, pressing your hips back. Nathan groans, pressing his face into your neck as he grinds up against you. Your clit pulses as you squeeze your thighs together, drawing in a shuddering breath. 

Nathan opens his mouth, panting hotly against your skin as his hands smooth up your sides and across your front, groping your breasts through your bra. You groan in frustration, your grinding turning to wriggling. 

“You gonna fuck around, or are you gonna fuck me?” 

You feel Nathan smile before a sharp sting digs into your skin. You hiss at the bite, throwing an elbow back against his gut. Nathan grunts at the contact, jerking away from you. He gives you a harsher shove against the counter, grasping the back of your neck roughly. You suck in a breath as he shoves your pants down around your knees. 

“This is the best you can do?” You snip. “Bending me over a counter?” 

Nathan chuckles low in your ear, nipping at your earlobe.

“This is where we’re going to start,” He murmurs, “And by the time we’re finished, you won’t be able to stand.” 

--  

“Get out of my bed.” 

“We aren’t going to cuddle?” 

You don’t have to look at Nathan to know that there’s a shit-eating grin on his face. You’ve only spilled into your bedroom about an hour ago, and since you have, he’s drawn three more aching, slow orgasms out of you, and you’ve drawn two out of him. Now, you push yourself up and away from him, clammy hands flexing in the fabric of your sheets before you get up. You suddenly feel a wave of self-conscious nerves, naked in front of him. It didn’t matter to you a few minutes ago, when Nathan had been fucking you roughly from behind, his hands grasping greedily your shoulders, pressing with a force that’ll likely bruise you in just a couple of hours. 

“Get out,” You repeat. “You know where the door is.” 

You hurry into your bathroom, cranking on the shower. You force yourself inside before the water warms, wincing as the cool drops practically sting your heated flesh. You strain your ears over the sound of the water, biting your lip. You only stop when you hear the retreating thud of Nathan’s feet, and the subsequent sound of your front door closing. Once he’s out, you feel yourself relax marginally, bracing your hands against the wall and tipping your head under the warming water. You take painstaking care to clean yourself, doing your best to wipe his touch, skin, sweat, and cum from every inch of your body. 

Fuck, you can’t believe what you’ve done. Nathan is the company’s biggest backer. He helped you gain your footing; he helped you create a proper place for yourself in the market. He’s Jenn’s mentor—he’s Jenn’s crush for christsakes. And you just fucked him. 

Repeatedly. 

When you finally pull yourself out of the bathroom, the sky is still dark, and the apartment is quiet. You glance down the hall, trying to decide your best plan of action. You hesitate before you ultimately head to your bedroom. For all of your financial growth in the last couple of years, you still only have one set of sheets. Of all of the things that you made it a point to get when you moved into a newer, bigger place, bedding was never really a priority, and your late nights at the office have lessened the need further. Still, you can’t sleep in them tonight, not until you’ve washed them. You yank them off of the bed, balling them up and striding back into the hall, shoving them into the washer with an excess of laundry detergent and scent beads before turning the water setting to hot and the cycle to deep wash. 

You turn toward the kitchen next, already bracing for the sight of your discarded clothing, and the items scattered during your first frantic coupling with Nathan. You bite your lip as you come to the doorway, looking around. Cups, papers, a likely shattered BlueBook tablet. You almost want to walk away, to curl up on your bare mattress and ignore the aching in your muscles and core. But you grudgingly walk over and tidy the area, stacking them items and setting them on the counter. You take up the tablet last, wincing at the cracked screen. Yep. Bummer. You ought to expense it, just to spite him. Your lips quirk with a mean smile. Yeah, that’s what you’ll do—at least to annoy him. You’ll send him a repair invoice. Fuck it—you’ll send him an invoice for a whole new one. 

--  

“How was last night?” 

You nearly choke on your coffee at Jenn’s question, but you just manage to swallow thickly and give her a smile.

“Fine! Good,” You nod. “I think we’re close to a deal.” 

“Oh?” 

“Mhm. They just want to iron out some things contract-wise, but we should get the signatures just in time to onboard them next quarter.” 

“Awesome,” Jenn nods, smiling. She hesitates before adding, “Nathan said he was going to listen in on the call.” 

“He did.” 

“Did he say anything?” 

“On the call? No.” 

“Afterward?” 

“Nnn…Nope.” 

“Because a few people said that they heard arguing.”

You bite your lip. You can keep digging the hole that you’ve started, or you can come clean. 

“It wasn’t an argument, it was…A spirited discussion.” 

Halfway clean. 

“Why didn’t you just tell me that in the first place?” 

“Because, I know that you want me and Nathan to get along. And I know about the creepy little crush you have on Silicon Valley’s former boy-genius, so—” 

“Shut up,” Jenn whines, covering her face with her hands, “Oh my god! Am I that obvious?” 

“Probably just to me. I know you, hon. Bateman’s a smart guy, but I get the feeling that he doesn’t really get what the hair-tossing was meant to invoke last night.” 

Jenn groans again, resting her arms on her desk, and setting her head on her arms. You force a smile through the rotten feeling beginning to curdle in your gut. Jenn stays there for a moment before she lifts her head, resting her chin on her arms. 

“So I should be more upfront about my interest.” 

It’s not a question, which is concerning. 

“Jenn, I…I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” 

“Why not?” 

“Because he’s our biggest backer, and besides you, he has the largest share of the company.” 

“It’s not a controlling interest.” 

“No, but…If things go sour, are you prepared for the business relationship to go sour?” 

“Nathan wouldn’t do that.” 

“You sure? He’s, like, the king of emotional blackmail.” 

“Maybe, but this has turned out alright, right?” Jenn waves her finger between the two of you. You consider for a moment before you nod. 

“Yeah,” You agree, “So far. But you and I aren’t fucking, Jenn. And I don’t have the industry pull and capital to bring the building down if I decide that I don’t like one of us anymore.” 

Jenn pouts, dropping her gaze to the desk and drawing in a deep breath. 

“Okay,” She mumbles. 

“I’m not saying never. I just think you should consider the ramifications.” 

“Fiiiiiiine,” Jenn pushes herself to sit up. “What was the spirited argument over, anyway?” 

“Just…” You flounder. “How he operates, how I operate. We don’t see eye to eye on most things outside of the business, you know that.” 

“You seemed to be better last night. At least, you didn’t spend the evening biting each other’s heads off.” 

Your palm tingles with the memory of Nathan’s cheek against your palm; you can see the snap of his head turning at the impact, the flash of hot intrigue in his eyes. You turn your gaze down to your notes in your lap, giving a small shrug. 

“We’re getting better.” 

-- 

“Could you sign for this, please?” 

You look up from the email you’re proofreading, nodding when you see one of the people from the mail room holding a slim package. 

“Sure thing.” You stand, rounding your desk and taking the proffered signature pad, scrawling it out and then passing it back with a smile. “Thank you.”

“Have a good one.” 

"You, too."

You take the package, turning away and rounding your desk and opening it. Your brow furrows as you draw out a receipt and eye the Item Description column—

BlueBookTab - x1

Engrave

Your brows rise, a laugh escaping you. There’s no way. You only sent that invoice this morning, how the hell did Bateman get you a new one already? And engraved? You draw the tablet out of the box, turning it over in your hands and eyeing the etching: 

For two years of work

And one night of service

NB

Your jaw drops in shock, a stunned huff leaving you as you shake your head, fingers tightening around the tablet. Oh, you’re tempted to throw it at the wall just to spite him, and invoice him for another—but who knows that nasty shit he’d put on that one? 

You consider for a moment before you pitch it at the wall. It hits the floor with a satisfying thud. You pick your phone up, zooming in on the cracked tablet screen on the floor and taking a picture. You drop it into your current text thread with Nathan, sending it, along with one word: 

Whoops.

Before you can even close the text messages, you see Nathan typing on the other end. Your stomach flips as you wait. Then—

you can’t keep anything nice can you

Send me another one and let’s find out. 

did you like my little message? 

Oh, there was a message? I don’t think I saw anything 

But then, the things that you do don’t tend to leave an impression 

keep it up sweetheart 

You bite your lip, trying to fight back the smile pulling your lips. It fails when his next text pops up: 

im delivering the next one myself. make sure you don’t miss a thing.

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[forbebeandjam]

Without You | Bada Lee/ BEBEx Fem Reader | MINI SERIES

Summary: you find your youngest member and decide to get out of there as quickly as possible.

Word count: 884

A/N: I have nothing to say… I just like to have an A/N 🤭 REQUEST STILL BEING PROCESSED!!!

•PROTECT•

The scene before your eye broke you. The pool of blood was larger and the blood was all over the place and Sowoen was completely drenched in it. A man was on the floor lifeless and covered in wounds and blood as well.

"Sowoen, are you okay?" You said as you ran to her and picked her up. She was cold to the touch, shivering and tears running from her eyes as she looked at nothing. She seemed to be in shock. 

You knew because that's the same state you were in when you found out about your parent's death. 

You felt something sharp grace your leg and looked down. She was gripping a broken glass bottle. You gripped her hand and forcefully removed the bottle from her hand. You took her out of the fridge and made her sit with Cheche in a corner. 

Tatter and Kyma grabbed water and rags to help clean up Sowoen's bloody hands and face and you repeated to her that you were there and that everything was going to be alright, hoping that would snap her out of her trace. 

She ended up falling asleep on your shoulder. 

-

After a few hours of sitting there thinking of what to do to get out of the place without being infected, you felt Sowoen move. She was starting to wake up but suddenly her breathing increased and she started screaming. 

"Sowoen! It's me! It's Y/N unnie! Tatter is here and Cheche. Look at me!" You held her head as Kyma hugged her body tightly. 

She eventually calmed down as you kept eye contact with her and she threw herself in your arms. 

"Unnie, I was scared. I didn't mean to do it, unnie," she cried and you stroked her head until she calmed down. 

“Shh it’s alright,” you said.

"Sowoen, why did you leave the van?" Kyma asked softly. 

"I... I wanted to find fuel for the van and I remembered we had passed a gas station not long ago so when there was more sunlight I walked to get some. As I walked into the store, I realized that I didn't have any money and the worker he..."

She paused and closed her eyes tightly. 

"He took me to the fridge and tried to take advantage of me. I panicked and kicked him. He fell and I grabbed a bottle and... I killed him," she said as her voice began to fade. 

"Hey, you did the right thing. Right now we need to find out how to get out of here so please calm down. No one will ever know we were here and I'll make sure of it," you said holding her face. 

She nodded and stood up. Tatter and Kyma made sure Sowoen drank water. You looked around and found masks. You took several of them and also vinyl gloves. 

"Call Minah. Ask her if she found anything and keep her on the line so we can create a plan. Cheche, Sowoen. Come here," They walked to you. Using a cloth tape, you made sure the masks were secured and no contaminated air entered their maks.

You placed gloves on their hands and made sure everything was secured.

"Y/N, we found many things to use. Alcohol, gloves, and masks. What should we do?" you heard Minah say through the phone.

"Cover yourself with everything you can. Take all the alcohol you can so we can clean ourselves. We found fuel," you replied. 

"I will take the fuel and fill up the car. You all will wait for me to pick you up and then we can get out of here," 

"No! you can't go out there by yourself. Are you out of your mind?" Bada chimed in. 

"Bada-"

"No, Y/N! Stop doing things to put yourself at risk. What the hell is wrong with you?”

"Dam it, Bada! I already lost my parents. I don't give a fuck if I have to die. I am not losing you or any of these girls. You are all my happiness and if I lose one of you, I lose myself. I can handle it. Listen to me!" you shouted at the phone and they all looked at you in concern. 

A loud silence was heard. 

"I am going to take the fuel and I will be back. Do not leave this place and if you can, have another fuel tank ready so we can fill up the van. I love you girls," You said before hanging up the phone. 

You kissed Sowoen and Cheche's forehead who were already shedding a few tears. And so you parted with the fuel tank in your hand. Walking slowly, making sure no one was around. Then you ran. You ran as fast as you could and finally saw the van. 

You opened the fuel tank door and started inserting fuel into the van making sure you looked around. 

What you didn't know is that there was some hidden on the other side of the van. You felt a strike on your leg and winced. 

"Thank you for the fuel pretty girl. I've been waiting for you. Now, I will go and..." The unknown men fell to the floor and lay there unconscious. 

A tall figure stood before you. 

⋆.˚✮TBC✮˚.⋆

[the-path-to-redemption]

Imo volume 8 is where rwby hit rock bottom. It's when you might as well give up ANY last bits of hope for a good story if you weren't self-caring enough to drop it after volume 4. It's when the show loses the last bits of self-awareness. It felt like the writers finally stopped trying, ykwim? Sure they were red flags and bigotry high and low every season prior, and one could endlessly nitpick and nitpick and nitpick what's wrong with this show, and if anything it may have never been good altogether. But fucking volume 8? Felt like they didn't know what story they wanted to tell anymore. There's no consistent story, arcs that matter or anything to be followed unless you turn your brain off and take nothing seriously.

But no, that wouldn't be right. Cause then there's volume 9, just when you thought it couldn't sink any lower. It is beyond my comprehension how any sane, mature viewer can look at how jokingly, carelessly, superficially the writers have treated the topics of suicide and yet STILL ask for more, STILL see nothing that'd have them go "ok, this is wrong, they shouldn't have done that", STILL screech green light volume 10!!!! all over the place.

Like, what is wrong with you people?

Long Post Ahead

In the words of Jellopocalypse, RWBY is a show that like to fly by the seat of its pants. The first few volumes, while shaky and full of things that is valid to criticize about, had this charm to it that pulled people to watch. It was a passion project and filled with care from its creator, and that was obvious. It was a diamond in the rough waiting to be polished and explored given time and effort.

However, it was also clear that the writers are still very, very incompetent for the actual writing for this show on the grand scheme of its narrative. Which is a shame, because they CAN write. Red vs. Blue had great episodes, and so did RWBY; Volume 7 had my favorite episode "Gravity" and it was written by M*les, so the dude can make a very good episode where you're engaged with it. However, that episode immediately went to the trash because everything after that is so bad, it made everything that happened in Gravity in regards to Ironwood meaningless. The hype was gone, the faith that we had for the show finally picking up again got shattered because the writers refuse to keep up the momentum of their story.

It's not the first time this happened. Things were picking up back in Volume 2 during Yang and Blake's conversation, then Cinder's infiltration into the CCTV tower, and then Mountain Glenn. But guess what? The girls defeated the bad guys and took a nap on it instead of continuing to question what's happening around them. Volume 3 had so many good moments, but the dredge of V4 and V5 and so on made the events of Beacon meaningless. No example is better than what happened to Penny.

There is a lack of consistency as well as a lack of passion for RWBY from its actual writers, because the show is RT's cash cow now. CRWBY from the get go just copies cool ideas and themes for other shows without actually understanding WHY it worked for those show. It's all every surface level writing, and it's insulting because they CAN write. They just chose to be incompetent.

[ladymoonstardust]

Little Les Amis de l’ABC rant for you

. Like we see this group of friends who were young and still would've had so much to live for and still they were the ones leading this whole revolution and everyone looked up at them. And the thing is that they were so fucking brave you know. They really did let the people decide like it wasn't even them to make a show of corpses when they realised they'll lose, but the people wanted that so they without question went with it. And there's this one scene in the movie they beg for the people to let them in and I think that's just so human because yes, | they were revolutionaries but they were still just young kids...

And they had this unbelievable moral and bravery and they were just such pure and kind souls. They would've deserved it so nuch more to live than the guards who shot them. And they weren't suicidal. They didn't want to die, and you can see that even under all that bravery they were terrified. But they powered through it, because they really wanted this for the people and the I people said they'll make a protest of dying for the cause, so they went with it and fuck the chapters of the battle in the book is just so heartbreaking to read what went through their heads and how they talked with the people. They literally spent their lives planning this revolution and believing it, just for them to lose hope at the very last minute. And even then, Enjolras keeps a whole ass speech about the importance and why they did it, and none of it mentions power or political influence. All he talks o equality and libety and fraternity and why we need it, and he says that even if it won't be them bringing this forward, it will happen, it has to happen because the world cannot go on without this, and I think with that he tries to calm himself that maybe ne was just too early, but he wants to believe that humanity will get better, he doesn't care anymore if he can't be the part of this world he so wished to bring on, he just wanted to believe that one day it could come

Further on, every death of theirs symbolises something else, like each of the Amis took something with them when they died and it's very heartbreaking and tragic to read but also, so very beautiful because with each of the Amis having these traits, they are basically together as 9 are humanity and what it should have. Enjolras is leadership and determination, Combferre is | intelligence and sensibility, Courfeyrac is the heart and spirit, Bahorel your anchor that keeps you grounded, Grantaire the trauma and pain in you that keeps on continuing to fight until he finds a light that can ease it, he's also devotion and loyalty, Bousset is bad luck which everyone has but like he himself we can never give up, no matter how unlucky we get, Joly is

cautiousness and our instine to care tor oners. reuv our moras we naveto ouro tor ourseves anoenan ne doer. wnien We can all find in ourselves, for everything we say is poetry as we say it with a soul, our words define us and mirror our souls. And the together is what we call a human. With all thise traits and hardshios and that's whv their deaths hurt so much. because with them these traits died, with them we feel pieves of us dying, because they are all parts of us

[proseka-headcanons]

The boys got together once to play Hades and their reactions are:

Kasa:

Bi awakening (Why is everyone hot???)

Likes to mix and match builds to find the flashiest possible combo, effectiveness be damned

Died the most

Died the most in the beginning stages

Last to reach the surface (with Toya's help)

Would absolutely be delighted to farm with Persephone if he were not scared of bugs and worms

Had a brief obsession over Ancient Greek clothing for a bit because of the character design

Likes Thanatos and romanced him the most

Pats Cerberus the most

Misses Nyx whenever she's gone

Has never tried to steal from Chiron

Has always avoided fighting Cerberus

Rui:

Can't pick a favorite

GUNS

Has tried to make the chariot thingy (rejected by Kasa)

A better player than Toya

The first one to try and steal from Chiron. Got rekt

Gives Cerberus increasingly weird nicknames

Is mad that he can't meet Daedelus or Hephaestus

Fishes a lot

He went on a fish on the surface speed run, where he beat every stage as fast as possible so he can catch a fish on the surface

Romances Thanatos above Meg. Treats Medusa like a little sister

Akito:

Fuck it we ball mentality

Laughed at Tsukasa's Bi awakening but is also having an awakening

Does not like that Aphrodite didn't get cool clothes and is instead just naked

Accidentally called Hades 'dad' once. He denies it but Rui recorded it

Patted Cerberus under duress

Will always try and fight Cerberus

Will always fail

His main goal after finishing the main story is to fight Chiron and win. Current tally of loses: 13

Showed the art to Ena. Ena thinks he's gay. Akito thinks she's les (both are right but they judge each other about their tastes in private after this)

Second worst player but still better than Kasa (the boy cannot win a video game ever, rhythm games are the closest he ever got to winning)

Ships Achilles and Patroclus hard and is the first mission he completed

Toya:

The most casual player out of all of them

The best player. Finished in 2 days

Is the one that recommended it after listening to Good Riddance (was looking for the other Good Riddance by Green Day)

Listens to the songs on loop so much it appears in SEKAI

An loves him for it

Is the one to mention fun facts when playing

Fav is Hypnos. No one knows why

Calls Cerberus 'Spots'

Always pays Chiron so never fought him, didn't realize stealing was a choice until Rui did it

His build and Rui's builds are competing for top spot. It's a tie

Always greets every character, like, "Hi, Ms. Nyx." Or "Hello, Thanatos", once he said, "Hello mom" To Persephone and "Hello grandmother" To Demeter.

That is all

THESE ARE SO SILLY ive never played Hades but the characters look hot

[nattinatalia]

Urban Wyatt x Reader : EASTER BUNNY

“Why do I have to dress up as the bunny?”

“Our kids will wonder why we’re not with them.” Urban shrugs.

“That’s a bullshit ass excuse and you know it.”

“Hey” Jack warns walking into the guest bedroom “no cussing on Easter Sunday.”

They all share a look and laugh.

“But seriously why me and not Clay or Cope?”

“Because Clay and Cope got voted favorite uncles.” Jack shrugs.

“Well can you and your wife hurry up and get pregnant again so I can corrupt the new spawn and be voted favorite uncle?.”

“Dude just shut up and get into the suit, they’re about ready with hiding the eggs.” Urban tells him.

“Fine, fine, you two owe me big time.”

•••••••••••••••

“Niños les tenemos una sorpresa.” You yell out.

It was Easter Sunday and you had told Urban you wanted to have a little get together with the family before you had to rehearse for Coachella.

Everyone was in your new backyard, doing all kinds of Easter activities. The kids were enjoying themselves, and the grandparents were taking pictures of every little thing the kids would do.

“What is is mommy?” Cassie comes running to you, Ezequiel and Mia following behind her.

“Daddy and Nino were able to catch the Easter bunny.” You tell your daughter.

Her eyes go wide with excitement and shock, she starts jumping. “Where is it mommy?”

“Turn around and see.”

Cassie, Mia and Ezequiel turn around quickly and see the Bunny making its way to the backyard.

The bunny is waving hello, jumping around the kids and hugging them all.

“Why this bunny funny looking mama?” Ezequiel asks his mom.

You and her share a look. “Ezequiel be nice mijo.” Nat tells him.

“Hmm.” He’s staring at the bunny. “Mr bunny, do you like carrots like me?”

The Bunny shakes his head no.

Ezequiel gasps. “He not real.” He kicks the bunny and the bunny yells out.

“Oww fuck.”

All three kids gasp.

“BUNNY TALKS?”

“IS NOT REAL.”

“UNCLE DRUSKI KILLED THE BUNNY.”

“No.” Druski takes off the bunny head.

“I ATE HIM.” He starts chasing after the kids and they all yell.

Clay trips Druski, which makes him fall to the ground and the kids laugh and start attacking him.

“Okay enough demons.” Dru yells out.

“What did you do to the bunny.” Ezequiel asks.

“Did you really eat him uncle Dru Dru?” Cassie asks after inspecting the head.

“No, he couldn’t make it. He has lots of kids to visit.”

“I guess you are a cool uncle.” Ez tells him shrugging.

“Yeah” Mia nods. “Even if I had to pay for your Disney ticket.”

You all laugh and continue to spend your Sunday afternoon sharing laughs and new memories.

“We did good this year huh?” Urban asks, coming to stand besides you.

“We do good every year.” You tell him.

He wraps you up in his arms. “Yeah.”

You turn to look up at him knowing there was something in his mind. “I’m good, I promise, I'm just happy and blessed you decided to move back here and that I have you and Cassie closer again.”

“We made a promise, she comes first no matter what, she deserves to have us both near at all times.”

Just then you feel little arms wrapped around your knees, you face down and see Cassie is hugging both you and Urban.

Urban lifts her up, kisses her head, and pulls you in closer to them.

“Best Easter Day ever.” She says tiredly hugging the both of you.

Your divorce might have not been something you saw coming.

To be completely honest, you were scared that you’d lose your best friend.

But the funny thing is, it actually brought you two closer.

Everything you do is for your daughter.

You just hope that the peaceful co-parenting stays like this forever.

For every Easter and holiday to come.

••••••••••

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[myimaginarywonderland]

I genuinely have no clue why Max would ever leave to Mercedes, even if RedBull falls apart.

Max, who has been in this sport for nearly 10 years, who joined as a fucking teenager and is already more successful than half the grid.

Max, who is basically already a 4 time WDC.

Max, who might overtake Fangio statistically.

Max, who has made it clear that his passion lies with motorsport overall and that he wants to driver other categories because he is still fucking young! This man ain't even 30 yet and he has already basically secured himself in the top 5 when looking at statistics.

If Max is really questioning staying at RedBull, he will simply just leave after next season on probably the biggest high anyone can imagine.

Hell, he could driver anywhere else for a few years, come back and still be younger than some drivers on the current grid.

Max has nothing to prove. I am not even a fan and I know that he is already in the GOAT discussion.

I am not even a fan and I know he is arguably one of the bests drivers we have seen this/the last decade.

I also know that Max Verstappen severely clashes with the Mercedes imagine. He promotes his Iracing, he manages teams on there etc. Meanwhile Mercedes as a result of having Lewis and having Lewis push them, has cultivated a culture that is set to promote motorsport for everyone, that has made it a point to explicitly promote various programmes to racing. This is not meant as hate for Max but we know he is a racer at heart and not like Lewis, someone who wants to branch out of F1, go beyond your typical racing imagine. It's why both of them are basically the representation for their individual team.

Max is also currently seeing the whole fuck up that Mercedes did to lose Lewis, a driver who has swore his loyalty to Mercedes again and again. Max can see how Mercedes as a team is struggling, how much effort they are focusing on Kimi (a kid who hasn't even had a full season of F2) to get into F1. Not to mention he knows that George was set out to be Mercedes next big driver. Do you honestly think Max would go into an environment that has so clearly shown how much effort they are putting into rushing their academy driver into F1?

Max would not go to a team that honestly hasn't given him any sign until this season that they would truly want him. Max would not stupidly agree to a team that we have all seen get worse and worse over the season.

If Max leaves RedBull, he leaves F1. There is not a doubt in my mind that Max Verstappen will leave this sport with RedBull. It has never been in question for me.

And to be fair, Max has every right to leave. He is a multiple WDC. He is still in his prime. He is not even 30.

I firmly believe that Max will leave F1 with RedBull and then go on to win in many other racing categories. I don't doubt that he will win Le Mans or be an endurance champion. There are so many different racing categories I see him in before I would ever see him as a Mercedes driver.

And this isn't like Lewis to Ferrari where I also couldn't believe it. Mercedes were struggling, we were all actively seeing how they were failing to meet their drivers need. While I didn't think Lewis would go to Ferrari, his decision to leave Mercedes is still regardless of his future stint the absolute right one. Mercedes is a sinking ship honestly and I truly do not believe they will get back on track the next years. Lewis knew that his only other shot for a WDC would be with another team and he made the smart decision to get out, to fulfill a childhood dream that most drivers have. Lewis leaving Mercedes after their failings was always a when, not an if.

[borathae]

Chapter 22

oc definitely needs a wheelchair after her flabbers were gasted ♿♿

I didn’t even know that he could cook.” HE PUT THE KOOK IN COOKING I’ve seriously never seen him that productive before.” sex so good, boi got enough energy to complete his missions/side quests

“that dude’s so happy today.  Very suspicious when the emo is happy👀

“Le food is served”, he says in a fake French accent. DOES HE KNOW FRENCH??? what languages do they all know??

“No we didn’t!” you and Jungkook exclaim at the same time, haha they are so annoying like your besties and they just announced they did xd

“Was it fun?” Seokjin teases, making weird sex noises afterwards.FUCK OFF I LOVE U TOO MUCH

“I. Hate. You. Guys”, Jungkook whines, hitting them with the kitchen towel repeatedly. HES PROTECTING HER *sorry not sorry kook

“JK come back, we were only teasing!” oh no he went away, jack come back

He is carrying the biggest pout on his lips, kicking the air with his feet in a constant rhythm. FUCK GO KISS HIS POUT AWAY

DAMN HE IS THAT GOOD AFTER DECADES??

HIS GIGGLES SMILE AND LISP HIS CONFIDENCE AAAAAH Now, he wasn’t good at it, he winked with both eyes BYE IM ASCENDING TO UNICORNS, BUBBLES, GLITTER AND RAINBOW UNIVERSE

punching whoever pressed you against the wall straight across their face. this is a cool way to show she is learning from yoongi

FUK JIN TALKING WITH HER, IM SOOO WUWU OVER THEIR FRIENDSHIP AND BANTER i just love this whole thing you know?? the plot the writing, smut, description, smell, banter, emotions FUCK RVERYTHING AAAAH

woah whats going on? is it his weak arm? right arm hmm WOAH WTF huh did he run to his room?

2seok pls 😭😭 them completely ignoring her, like parents talking about their kid

“I was hoping you’d forget about it” hobi pls💀 jin is a menace for giving him the uncomfortable talk

yay guessed it was his uniform he was a pretty popular guy in his unit. He feared nothing, was well known for his strength and stamina on the battlefield and from what I heard he had perfect aim too.” damn soo cool oh shit being that good must have hurt when he got turned and felt all worthless/guilt

fuck thats so sad wtf, ok now did he for real lose all of the comrades or is there someone still left 👀👀()oh that would make sense why vampires would be there

wait i think im confused?? so enemies killed everyone, a ripper came and saved kook by feeding him blood and he would have survived as a human BUT THEN SNAPPED HIS NECK? WTF

yeah he definitely got the saddest origin story idk even know what to say, he would definitely get your ass if he knows he is a character written by you 😭

They won’t even notice it. You just need to be quiet i doubt that but ok

The curtains dance in the wind. It is not a beautiful dance, almost as if they wanted to escape the cold. But you can’t escape it, you have to face it in order to get to Jungkook.  yeah im marrying this paragraph

I still didn’t return to my parents, I still couldn’t kiss my darling goodbye, or pat my dog’s head one last time. No, for my family I died on that battlefield” shit he never saw them afterwards and now they are dead 😭😭😭

yall now dont fall from the rooftop. imagine dying cuz u kissed so hard u fell off the roof😭😭😭 DAMN HE TOOK US INSIDE THE ROOM WHILE KISSING SETTING NEXT LEVEL STANDARDS OOF

he knew how impossible such a request for a monster like him is, but now that he can hug you and kiss you he realises how stupid he was.  😭GIVE HIM ALL THE HUGS

SHIT THAT TOOK A TURN that we all xpected but still got scared

“Don’t move away from me”, he orders, controlling your mind on instinct. fuck, all the progress just went down the drain (it didnt, but thats what he is going to think and go back to his shell😭)

It is not an unbearable burn, almost as if a little droplet of hot oil landed on your skin when you grill bacon. is her skin sensitive from horny and scared or is it actually "vampire saliva heat magic"?

fuck im so sad alexa play truth untold

oc definitely needs a wheelchair after her flabbers were gasted ♿♿

hahahah there are no lies in this statement ajfjdsf

I didn’t even know that he could cook.” HE PUT THE KOOK IN COOKING I’ve seriously never seen him that productive before.” sex so good, boi got enough energy to complete his missions/side quests

HE IS SO CUTE!! GOSH I love how he is so happy that he is just doing lil house stuff <3

“that dude’s so happy today.  Very suspicious when the emo is happy👀

no but I love the memes cause this was definitely them at Kook ahahha (in a fond way)

“Le food is served”, he says in a fake French accent. DOES HE KNOW FRENCH??? what languages do they all know??

OKAY I WANNA TELL YOU but it will be revealed. actually fuck it jfsadjf

Jungkook can speak Korean & English fluently

Hoseok can speak Korean & English fluently, he can speak German with a heavy accent and he knows a decent amount of Japanese

Seokjin can speak Korean, English & French fluently and knows enough German & Italian to get around

Yoongi can speak Korean & English like a native speaker, he knows almost every European language to different levels and knows a secret language I can't reveal yet for spoilers reasons

the others I won't reveal right now because of spoilers JFAJDSFJ

“No we didn’t!” you and Jungkook exclaim at the same time, haha they are so annoying like your besties and they just announced they did xd

LIKE THEY ARE SO OBVIOUS GAAAH

“Was it fun?” Seokjin teases, making weird sex noises afterwards.FUCK OFF I LOVE U TOO MUCH

I LOVE HIM HE IS SO CHAOTIC <§

“I. Hate. You. Guys”, Jungkook whines, hitting them with the kitchen towel repeatedly. HES PROTECTING HER *sorry not sorry kook

like it's so cute goshhshshsh :(

DAMN HE IS THAT GOOD AFTER DECADES??

LIKE HE IS JK OF COURSE HE IS <3

HIS GIGGLES SMILE AND LISP HIS CONFIDENCE AAAAAH Now, he wasn’t good at it, he winked with both eyes BYE IM ASCENDING TO UNICORNS, BUBBLES, GLITTER AND RAINBOW UNIVERSE

GAAH I forgot this part :( omfg I'm so SOFT for him 😭

punching whoever pressed you against the wall straight across their face. this is a cool way to show she is learning from yoongi

like she is actually so hot

FUK JIN TALKING WITH HER, IM SOOO WUWU OVER THEIR FRIENDSHIP AND BANTER i just love this whole thing you know?? the plot the writing, smut, description, smell, banter, emotions FUCK RVERYTHING AAAAH

gaah this is so great to hear thank youu 💜

woah whats going on? is it his weak arm? right arm hmm WOAH WTF huh did he run to his room?

HELLOOOOO

yay guessed it was his uniform he was a pretty popular guy in his unit. He feared nothing, was well known for his strength and stamina on the battlefield and from what I heard he had perfect aim too.” damn soo cool oh shit being that good must have hurt when he got turned and felt all worthless/guilt

I'm actually crying 😭😭😭

wait i think im confused?? so enemies killed everyone, a ripper came and saved kook by feeding him blood and he would have survived as a human BUT THEN SNAPPED HIS NECK? WTF

YES that is exactly what happened. like that Ripper was evil cause why did you do all that???

yeah he definitely got the saddest origin story idk even know what to say, he would definitely get your ass if he knows he is a character written by you 😭

yes yes 100% 😭😭 no but the more shit I put my characters through the dearer they are to me JFJADSJF I am evil like that apparentLY FJADSJF

The curtains dance in the wind. It is not a beautiful dance, almost as if they wanted to escape the cold. But you can’t escape it, you have to face it in order to get to Jungkook.  yeah im marrying this paragraph

heheheh thank youu 💜💜

I still didn’t return to my parents, I still couldn’t kiss my darling goodbye, or pat my dog’s head one last time. No, for my family I died on that battlefield” shit he never saw them afterwards and now they are dead 😭😭😭

LIKE I'M SO SAD 😭😭

yall now dont fall from the rooftop. imagine dying cuz u kissed so hard u fell off the roof😭😭😭 DAMN HE TOOK US INSIDE THE ROOM WHILE KISSING SETTING NEXT LEVEL STANDARDS OOF

he is so hot and romatnic and sweet and hto andnasf and nfads

he knew how impossible such a request for a monster like him is, but now that he can hug you and kiss you he realises how stupid he was.  😭GIVE HIM ALL THE HUGS

I LOVE HIM I SAD BIG SAD

It is not an unbearable burn, almost as if a little droplet of hot oil landed on your skin when you grill bacon. is her skin sensitive from horny and scared or is it actually "vampire saliva heat magic"?

oooh good questionnn 👀