#anyway i need to stop looping on this. i hope everyone will have a good week.
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hi hii ( ；∀；) since its geto suguru's birthday today (03 february), could i pretty please with a cherry ontop kindly request something about it? can be suggestive or fluffy!!! bonus points if satoru's teasing him all the way through because we love an annoying bestfriend
in bloom — geto suguru x gn!reader
a/n: what’s with me writing hurt/comfort for characters’ bdays—forgive me anon, but I have decided to make him suffer a little first 🙏 and hey I am late again but what’s new 🧍♀️
suguru wouldn’t exactly call himself someone who views the world in a poetic way.
he doesn’t concern himself with the meaning of the sun’s particular position behind the clouds today or the darkness of the sky that seems to mesh with the rays of the sunset.
it all seems a little too complicated for his liking.
nature is to be loved, of course, he thinks, but he just isn’t the type to go into details about it.
he just lets out a small hum of appreciation and a thankful sigh about yet another day accompanied with a good weather and a sun that doesn’t burn his skin but warms it just right.
that’s enough he thinks.
but right now? he sure hoped that nature was the topic that occupied his mind instead of the incessant sound of clapping.
it plays on a loop, and when he thinks that it stopped—even for a second—he starts hearing it in the rhythm of anything around him.
he wants to rid himself of all this misery and being sentenced to relive this event in every time of the day. he desperately wants to forget it all, but he halts.
wouldn’t forgetting it disrespect those who have passed? disrespect the tears and blood spilled? disrespect the pain that his best friend had to go through alongside him?
wouldn’t mean that he is treating the friends who died along the way as a burden that he needs to dispose of? but if forgetting is disrespectful then the remembrance is devastative.
what does he do? does he act on it? does he forget it or not? or does he tried to find a solution, a way to rid everyone of this burden—but then he halts yet again. it feels too much. it is too much.
so he does what he thinks is best and he pushes it aside, neither forgetting or remembering it endlessly—as much as he can.
a bit of time passes, summer bursts through the door, and he has never hated it so much.
the sun is scathing to his skin, and the sweat makes him feel disgusting like those in the star plasma group. but the shower is a place that he fear? hates? despises? loathes?
the shower head never failed to let out drops in a rhythm that wickedly mirrored that of the claps of the people in that cult.
he notices the worried glances of his friends—those he sees anyway—and he appreciates those who ask about him when they get the chance to—satoru. still, he feels suffocated, and he keeps wondering just what will set him free from all of this.
in what form will salvation come in?
it came discreetly, that’s what he knows, but he doesn’t know when.
he doesn’t know when he started to seek the sun’s heat more, the darkness’ quietness, or the fields behind his school, especially the fields behind the school. flowers are nice, but what role do they play?
they simply just exist. they do nothing effective to help him with solving his inner turmoil, so why does he sit in the field, gently playing with the petals of an iris?
it’s a lot of questions. he knows. he is also searching for answers.
and salvation? he doesn’t expect it to come in the form of you.
he doesn’t know when you made your way into his heart, and he knows that he started looking forward to your “good morning, geto!” to transform into a “good morning, suguru?”
maybe because he cared about you, but why does he do that? then he remembers some stuff. they’re minor, but they are what he remembers at the moment, and he thinks they’re enough.
he remembers the worried glances of his friends—you—and he appreciates those who ask about him when they get the chance to—you then satoru.
he starts to remember how you followed him and never left him to his thoughts, always considerate of his feelings and asking him to convey what he truly wanted.
like that one time you going to buy meals for everyone. after you asked everyone their preferences, you went to him—leaving him for last and at the time, he remembers feeling a little offended because why?
you asked the same question that you asked to everyone, “what would you like to eat?”
and he replied with his constant at that time, “i am not that hungry, but satoru probably wants something sweet so you can get him kikufuku.”
“I already asked gojo what he wants. what do you want to eat?”
he stills for a moment, and he opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out. you roll your eyes with a smile, ignoring his malfunctioning, and ask him something else, “what’s your favorite food?”
he blinks before murmuring softly, “zaru soba.”
“see? that wasn’t so hard, was it?” you smile and ruffle his before running away yelling, “the best zaru soba is on the way!”
in that moment, he couldn’t help softening his expression and the small smile that appeared.
another thing that he had assumed is that this journey through these thoughts would be a solo one.
last thing he expected was you dragging him out to the roof of the school before asking him right away, “what’s on your mind?”
he resists. it’s not your burden to shoulder, and, frankly, it’s none of your business, so why should he tell you?
so he doesn’t and replies lightly, “nothing.”
for some reason, when your expression becomes ridden with sympathy and sadness and your hands gently hold his own, he feels something.
your thumb rubs his hand soothingly as you murmur, “it’s okay; you don’t have to say anything just—“ you take a deep breath “—just know that I am here for you, and I am trying to understand—“
“why?”
your eyes travel to his face, and he is barely keeping it together.
“why did she have to go through that? why were they delighted in her deaths?”
you listened to all his questions and thought of answers together. words never stopped flowing from him, and you never stopped indulging him. he remembers that first ray of sun that hit his eyes.
he had been spilling his emotions till sunrise, and you stayed. you weren’t talking to him like he is crazy either. you discussed it through and through.
you stayed, and you were trying to understand.
then he figures out that you frequent the fields behind the school. you tell him that you go there because sometimes you just need a break from everything that surrounds jujutsu and the school itself.
he finds himself agreeing that, yes, sometimes we need a break.
at some point, he finds himself going there with you. the two of you talked about anything, not just the thoughts that plagued his mind (plagued?).
satoru bugs him about where he goes after school, but he tells him nothing. he feels that letting the secret of the fields being known by anyone other than you two makes it lose something to him.
gradually, he starts going there before you. while he waits, he finds himself thinking about how the sky is brighter nowadays. maybe it’s the seasons or some kind science stuff that satoru is into.
he laughs off the thought then he begins to see your figure approaching the field, slowly but surely.
he takes in your shocked face then the smile that creeps up your face. suddenly, the sun shone brighter, but a small breeze kept him cool.
that’s when he realized that spring has entered, and the daffodils are finally in bloom.
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sapphire-hearted (part two)
Aemond Targaryen x f!reader
After his betrayal, the reader is determined to forget about Aemond. But her attempts at entertaining a potential suitor seem to be thwarted at every turn, by none other than... who else?
themes/warnings: jealous!Aemond, angst, third (and fourth) parties involved but not really
part one - part three - masterlist
a/n: the title changed, yes! Also, can you believe I actually thought this would remain a mere oneshot? But no, I got hungry for more angst and jealousy and all the good stuff. Much love to all my fellow angst lovers for breathing new life into this fic!
When the whispers started, you knew they would eventually reach Aemond.
You were rumoured to be entertaining Lord Ramsay Beesbury, the youngest son of the late Lord Lyman Beesbury.
His older brother, Braxton, was your initial suitor many moons ago. But you refused him, of course. For a certain one-eyed prince.
Lord Braxton had been the one who became Lord of Honeyholt after his father and he has just recently taken a wife. Unlike his father, however, he opted to side with the Greens and to back Aegon's claim.
Ramsay began to seek you out himself, not long after finding out that you are now more receptive to marriage proposals.
Everyone knew. Well, it seems that way, at least. It is common knowledge that you and Aemond were closer than to be expected of mere friends. Any Lord who might ask for your hand knew not to expect to be met with warmth and eagerness. They tried anyway, and failed.
Because each time, and without even needing to say so, they knew that you were choosing Aemond.
"I don't know why you would think that," you lie with a sweet smile, when Ramsay presents his concern about you and Aemond. "Prince Aemond and I are acquaintances, and that is all there is to it."
"Oh." Ramsay smiles, evidently pleased with your response. "My lady, I am glad to be spending this afternoon with you here in the gardens. After some time, I would hope that we can join our Houses, as humble as mine might be." He averts his eyes shyly. Ramsay is surely a gentle lad, as far as you have seen.
"You need not be concerned, my lord. My House is just as humble. But we make do, don't we? At the very least, we do not have to busy ourselves with all the politicking the more nobler Houses seem to get into."
"That is true, my lady." He grins, and you notice lines burst around his eyes, though he is merely five and twenty. Ramsay has spent a life imparting and partaking in laughter.
Unlike a certain sullen, brooding Targaryen. Could you get used to Ramsay? Surely. Could you love him? Perhaps so.
"So what shall we do on the morrow?" Ramsay closes the distance between the two of you on the bench, and his knees brush against yours under your skirts. He takes your hands in his, "I propose - "
He stops, his head whipping to the side, looking toward the treeline.
"What is it, my lord?" you ask, looking in the same direction. But you see nothing.
"I thought I heard something." He whispers, then looks again to you. "Where were we - "
"Fine weather we're having." You nearly jump out of your skin in surprise, as Ramsay is interrupted yet again. Aemond stands about a foot away from your bench, hands clasped behind him in usual commanding stance.
"My prince." Ramsay stiffens, your hands still held in his. You see that Aemond's attention has been drawn to this, his lips curling in distaste.
You both rise from the bench. Ramsay is no longer touching you, but still stands close.
Closer than Aemond would like. His hand clenches into a fist behind his back. He muses about whether it is unbecoming for a Targaryen prince to sock a young Lord in the jaw unprovoked.
He does not much care either way.
"It is, indeed," Ramsay says. "Which is why I thought to take the Lady out for a walk in the gardens."
"And a fine idea it was," you add, purposefully looping your arm around Ramsay's. "It's best that Lord Ramsay and I get to know each other well, if we are to wed soon."
Aemond decides not to punch the young Lord Beesbury. Not just yet. Clearly you're provoking him and he is not going to give you the satisfaction.
"A wedding in the middle of war?" Aemond hums. "Do you not think such a union foreshadows plenty of discontent and strife, my lady?"
You scoff, "Oh, what does it matter? When will we ever not be in a war, in some form or another? That should not stop us from marrying whom we please. From loving whom we please."
Loving. Love. Aemond's heart sinks. You mention love in front of him, when you have yourself wrapped around another man. One whom you plan to wed.
How can you speak of love, when you are planning to sacrifice it? Aemond might transgress with Alys, but at least he is doing it for the realm. For you.
Is he not? Then why does it seem like he is losing you?
Ramsay beams to Aemond, "My lady is truly clever, is she not, my prince?"
"She is." Aemond genuinely agrees. He only has eyes on you, running over the planes of your face which he has committed to memory, all those nights of watching you sleep next to him. He looks upon you with longing.
With love.
For a moment, everything feels right. You and your love gaze upon each other, all else forgotten. Your arm slides down from Ramsay's in your brief reverie.
Then Ramsay clears his throat. "What are you doing here, Prince Aemond? Can we help you with anything?"
"Oh, I don't think you can," Aemond says pointedly, clearly pleased with himself.
"P-pardon me?"
You interrupt the exchange, your voice icy, "Not busy today, my prince? No plans of battle to discuss? Grand spells to concoct?"
"No." Aemond merely shakes his head. "I've no use for those at the moment."
"What a surprise," you sneer.
Ramsay glazes over your mention of spells, thinking he misheard things. He then addresses Aemond, "It seems that the tides have turned toward our favour, my prince. The Greens' favour. I can only hope that the aid my House provides has played a part, albeit small."
Aemond does not mince his words, disdain clear in his voice when he says, "Surely the barrels of honeyed wine that your great House provides has been crucial in advancing our cause, my Lord. If you yourself possessed any mettle, then you would be out there in the battlefield. Instead you sit here in the gardens, wasting your days trying to covet something of mine. "
Unbelievable. Your mouth nearly falls open in shock at his demeanour. "Aemond..."
"I need to speak with you, my lady."
"I am occupied at the moment, my prince." You respond through gritted teeth.
"It's alright," Ramsay nods to you, clearly disheartened. But he holds his ground, and bravely takes your hand in his. Completely aware that Aemond watches, he leans down and plants a kiss on the back of your hand, eyes on yours the entire time.
Aemond feels his restraint dissipating, hanging on by the flimsiest of threads.
"Come with me," Aemond takes your hand, the very same which Ramsay just kissed, and begins pulling you away and walking towards the tall hedges.
You can feel his thumb brushing against your knuckles, as if trying to eliminate any trace of Lord Ramsay.
"Stop - " you say, but to no avail.
When Ramsay is no longer in your line of sight, you pull your hand from Aemond's grip. "What is wrong with you? Ramsay did nothing to deserve that."
"Ramsay," Aemond rolls his eye. His shoulders are stiff, and you can easily tell he is angry.
"I should go find him, and apologize for your behaviour. Clearly you will not."
"I do not need to apologize for anything to that weak-willed, little - "
"Then apologize to me," you interject, voice breaking.
"Whatever for?" He reaches for you, but you stand still. Doing nothing as his hand cradles your face.
"For everything... for being with someone else... for not choosing me."
"But I choose you. I always - "
"You chose Alys."
His face scrunches at that. Aemond thinks that he did not choose Alys, he merely chose to use her powers for his gain. But it will never be her over you.
"Just apologize to me," you shrug. "Or don't. It does not change anything. We can soon set all of this behind us."
You watch him intently, drinking in every slight change in his expression. The curve of his lips. The way his eyelashes brush against his skin when he looks down.
If you have to let him go, you will always want to remember him. To remember everything.
He says nothing for the longest time, just holding your face in his hands.
Until you step away. His arms fall to his sides.
"I have to choose Ramsay, Aemond. I have to do this for myself," you say.
Still, nothing. His gaze is trained downward, and he feels helpless as he can feel you slipping away from him.
You finally muster up the strength to say goodbye, "I'll be seeing you, my love."
Your feet feel heavy as you walk away, crunching against the small rocks on the path.
"What if we were to wed? What then, hmm?" He suddenly says, making you stop in your tracks.
He continues, "Will you choose me?"
Will Aemond finally give up Alys? Will he marry the reader even if it will be frowned upon and seen as an unfit union? *shrugs* you tell me
Will Aegon make an appearance in part three? *nods* yes. Yes, he will.
In my mind, Ramsay is played by Callum Turner or Jonah Hauer-King. Just a thought. Aemond's got some competition *laughs evilly*
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MASTERLIST PART FOUR
Unchained Melody (Part Five)
Summary: On the path to mending your fragile marriage, you and Tommy can't bear to stay more than a few moments away from each other. In more ways than one. But as joy and laughter returns to the halls of Arrow House during an evening of ball gowns and tuxedos. The Governess, left scorned and bitter, makes the final arrangements for her deadly plan of revenge.
Warnings: Language, smut (Minors DNI), fluff, postpartum depression, violence, one racial slur, angst
Word count: 5340
Authors note: Thank you for everyone's patience as I took some time away from Tumblr. It's been a while since I have written anything, so I'm a little rusty. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter!
"Tea, Mr...Dogs?" Frances asked, unsure of how to address the burly built man striding though the doors of Arrow House as he removed his green tweed cap from his head. His informal manner never ceasing to stop the head housekeeper from entering a dizzying muddle as she clutched to keep things as one would expect in the grand house she managed.
" Touch of whisky Frances. That'll be grand" he replied, stamping his mud-crusted boots onto the freshly polished floors that had recently been cleaned for the event set to take place that evening as he looked down at his pocket watch. Eight in the morning. Never too early to fire up the old lungs with one of Tommy's finest whiskys. He thought to himself as he looped his thumbs under his suspenders, taking in the grand foyer and all its fineries. He could get accustomed to this.
"Johnny boy!" Tommy greeted loudly to his old friend as he walked down the grand staircase. The smile on his face a pleasant change from the solemn frown that had become customary as of late.
"Nice digs you got 'ere Tom. Any spare rooms going, ey?" He replied with a hearty laugh, shaking your husband's hand with a firm pat on his arm.
" Not enough for your brood, and the dozen you've got scattered across the county, Johnny" Tommy replied with a chuckle, his sudden turn in mood a stark difference from the one he had replaced for the past two years. His humor further set on improving with what he hoped was next to come out of his trusted friend's mouth.
" In good spirits ey, Tommy?" Johnny replied as you made your way down the staircase with William hitched on your waist, babbling a nursery rhyme as he enthusiastically bounced up and down in your arms.
" Something like that..." Tommy's voice trailed off as he turned to face you, adoration and pride beaming lovingly through his eyes at the sight of you both together. Reunited, finally.
As in love as the day he laid eyes on you, Tommy watched as you slowly descended down each step. Recounting the night, you stayed curled up beside him watching the fire he had lit in the living room of your grand home settle into charred blackness as you both fell asleep soundly within each other's arms after having come to blows over what desperately needed to be said.
"...will be made better with what you've got to tell me" he quietly replied, not wanting you to overhear, nor have your settled worries be bogged down once again.
" A cousin up in Scotland" Johnny spoke in a hushed voice as he sent William a wave and a wink your way.
" That's it?" Tommy replied with a furrowed brow, hoping for more information on the woman that had caused nothing but turbulence since her employment, and a shame your husband wanted to be rid of.
" There's been talk, Tom. In the women's wash house", Johnny added, placing a cigarette tightly between his lips, puffing the fumes through the corner of his mouth.
" Gossip Johnny. I need something better than what tattling old women have to say" Tommy replied, taking the pack of cigarettes and lighting his own as he watched the morning rays of sun glisten on your glossy smile, completely unaware of the goings-on and the vicious nature of the woman hired to care for your child.
" Kin to every man in Birmingham. Nothing gets past them, Tom. I'd stake my life on those old women's whispers" he spoke quietly, before turning his back to you and revealing what the nattering of the town had to say about the Governess in a hushed voice as you opened the dining room door and a triumphant smile grew on your husband's lips.
" Now that is interesting, Johnny. Very interesting"
With your mind still plagued with worry, you couldn't help but let the guilt of your lapse in parenting weigh down your thoughts as you sat opposite young William at the large dining table and back in your rightful seat as you awaited your husband. As your hands hovered nervously over your lips, you watched intently as your son took each mouthful of toast, your eyes darting back and forth to the fading red blotches that covered his skin.
" William?" You gasped, your eyes widening as your hand flew across the table to him when a small cough left his buttery mouth.
" He's fine darling" Tommy said as he entered the room, just as you was ready to bolt up and scoop him into your arms to the nearest doctor. " Forgets to chew. Don't you son?" Tommy smiled as his heavy hand brushed along your back, coming to settle on your shoulder.
" Yes..." You replied with a shaky voice looking back at your son, unconvinced of his well-being as your face twisted in worry.
" Hey, look at me Y/N" Tommy said, resting his thumb on your chin, gently turning your head to face him. "He's ok, darling. I promise" He said with raised brows, softly brushing the warmth of your cheek with his calloused hand. Wanting you to be rid of any lingering doubt.
" He's ok" you repeated your husband's comforting words as you settled your hand over his, bringing it down to the table where Tommy quickly intertwined his fingers into yours and you stayed there undisturbed, enjoying the closeness the morning of just the three of you alone brought. That was until the headache that came in the form of a scorned, spiteful woman with her own menacing agenda charged through the dining room.
" Get out" Tommy quickly snapped with a huff. Swiftly laying out the rules of the home he should have done long before your return.
Begrudgingly tolerant of the woman who had thrown a spanner into the sensitivity of his business contacts, his patience had all but evaporated with the learnt information Johnny had shared with him that morning. But with Tommy now holding the upper hand, her wager was in dire jeopardy. The Governesses time left at Arrow House had rapidly descended into hours, if not minutes.
" I need Gerry to take me in the car" she said as she stood at the end of the table, her talons clicking impatiently on the mahogany wood.
" No" Tommy flatly stated as he lifted a cigarette to his mouth, mumbling incoherently his own choice words for her to leave under his breath as he lit a match.
" Tom" you quietly said as you rested your hand on his knee, cooling the rapidly burning fury within him, you knew was dangerously close to boiling over.
For even after her blatant disrespect towards you and the relationship you were trying to rebuild with your family. The last thing you wanted was for your young child's impressionable mind to see his father's anger slip out in front of him over a woman you knew full well was purposely trying to infuriate not only your husband, but you yourself, who had taken back your position she felt now belonged to her. Keep calm and carry on. The British way. And in this situation, the only warranted reaction.
" Taking my family into the city this morning. So..." He shrugged as he glared at her. "Walk" Tommy brushed her off, your intimate touch enough to catch him off guard and stop him from giving her the marching orders she was long overdue right then and there. In turn, sparing you from the outburst he knew she'd unleash and the encounters they had, she would undoubtedly reveal just to hinder your mending heart.
" Perfect. I'm heading that way too" her mouth curled into a smile as her eyes narrowed in on your husband.
" That's fine. Right, Tommy? " you said, squeezing your husband's thigh as your eyes darted to William intently watching his father's changing expression in response to her refusal to keep her distance, and the constant reminder of his lack of loyalty, even in your absence her presence brought.
" Right" Tommy replied clearing his throat, more preoccupied by the feeling of your hand resting soothingly on his leg. Wanting to feel closer to you. Patiently waiting for the moment you would approach him.
A family outing into town with a fourth wheel in tow. The quicker she was gone, the better. Tommy would no longer stand around with such niceties. She would be gone by the end of the day. Kicking and screaming, then so be it. But she'd be gone. He'd promised himself.
" Mr Shelby! Mr Shelby!" The young kitchen aid called out, catching up to Tommy as you headed out the door with William toddling beside you.
" What is it Billy?" Tommy replied with a furrowed brow as he placed his peak cap on his head, motioning for you and William to walk ahead to the Bentley waiting outside.
" I...I need to speak with you" he stammered out, unaccustomed to speaking directly to the head of the house he worked in.
Fair and just. Tommy had never given any member of his staff a reason to fear him. But with the worried glances over his shoulder and his fumbling demeanor, the kitchen boy had not only Tommy's full attention but nagging curiosity as to what had him looking so nervous.
" Billy?" Tommy questioned, his hand firmly resting on his shoulder as he patiently waited for him to speak when the young man's eyes shot across the foyer to the Governess striding through. Her piercing glare enough for him to recoil and quickly apologise for having stopped your husband.
"N..nothing. Sorry to have bothered you sir" he said timidly stepping away as Tommy's head snapped back to the sound of the Governesses heels loudly echoing past him.
" Me, my wife or Frances. No matter the issue Billy, you come to one of us" Tommy said as he watched young Billy's eyes follow the Governess outside. " Understood? Billy?" He added, as the kitchen aid nodded before quickly returning back to the long days' work that awaited him in preparation for the gala of investors Tommy had planned for that evening.
There was no doubt in Tommy's mind that what young Billy had to say was halted by the presence of the Governess. Although determined to get to the bottom of what had occurred. For now his attention lay with you, his family. And the much-needed time he was desperate to spend with you. Just the three of you. At last.
After a short car ride into the city, with the Governess glaring at you with every second that passed, her eyes green with envy as she watched Tommy's thumb brush soothingly over your hand. You were relieved to finally pull up onto Watery Lane, and escape the tension her formidable stare had created.
"I don't think so" Tommy said with a smirk, his hand grasped firmly on the handle of the door to the betting shop, blocking the Governesses unwelcome attempts to follow you and William into the soot-covered terrace house and into the welcome arms of the Shelby family awaiting you. " Times up, love. Pack your bags and be gone by tonight" he said with a look of disgust, dismissing any further conversation with the woman he began to loathe.
" You're forgetting Tommy, that..." She began to seethe, thinking she still had the ultimate ace in her pack of cleverly played cards, before your husband swiftly stopped her in her tracks.
"That what, eh?" Tommy laughed, belittling any superiority she felt she still held over the situation. " You're not as clever as you think you are, sweetheart" Tommy said lighting a cigarette, blowing the fumes in her scorned face as annoyance settled on her perfectly primed brows.
" Been working your way around the whole country, haven't you? Thought you struck gold when you came knocking at my door. Guess you didn't expect my wife to come back though, eh?" Tommy said grabbing her chin, only a mere portion of the information he had learnt from Johnny briefly slipping through his gritted teeth as the Governesses face dropped at her scheming ways being unveiled.
" You'll regret this, Tommy Shelby. You and your precious wife" she spat back as Tommy's grip tightened.
" Get the fuck out of my house. And if you don't, I'll throw you out myself" Tommy snapped as his fingers dug against the bone of her jaw. "Believe me darling, nothing is beneath me. Even when dealing with the fairer sex" he warned her as he pushed her chin away from him out into the cobbled streets in front of his childhood home. Her blatant threats aimed at you enough for Tommy's questionable moral compass to slip even further. If he was going to kill a woman, it would be her. " Stay away from my wife and child" he warned her as he slammed the betting shop door in her face, leaving her fuming with a boiling rage the residents of Watery Lane precariously stayed clear of as they made their way back to their homes.
" What?!" She snapped as two young children hurried past her. Their eyes quickly averting to anything but the reddened-faced woman now marching down the muddied streets in the direction of where her new intentions now lied.
" Still 'ere then?" Esme asked, arms crossed, nose scrunched as she leaned against the shelf the Governess was scanning in the small convenience shop on the corner of the main street of Small Heath. " My John says Tommy's given you your marching orders" Esme said cracking a smile, her and everyone else in the Shelby family having never warmed to the woman that was intent on replacing you in every way.
" With child again, Esme?" the Governess scoffed as she looked down her nose past her hazel features to the swell of her stomach. " Don't your lot ever stop? What's this one? Third, fourth? I can't keep up " she laughed as she returned to the shelf, and it's curious contents.
" My lot. What's that supposed to mean, Gover-ness?" Esme was quick to respond, pushing her way between the shelf and the woman who was hellbent on insulting anyone who bore the name Shelby. Her disdain for the head of the family firmly at the forefront of her thoughts every waking hour of the day.
" There's that famous anger. Gypsies. You're all the same" she insulted, pushing past the blossoming bump and picking up a glass bottle neatly labeled "Rodent Poison", its killing substance, cyanide. Her swift concealment of her intended purchase going unnoticed by Esme, whose face had twisted in offense at the Governesses insulting, cruel words.
" So prim, so proper" your sister-in-law scoffed, as she looked at the neatly dressed woman from head to toe. "But I've heard talk. I know exactly what you are, how low you'll stoop. Governess to the upper class. Now running from a string of angry wives you wanted to replace and the affairs you had with their men" Esme smirked as she watched the Governesses quick wit falter, and her expression change to one of anger at her intentions further being exposed. " Your lot. Homewreckers. Filth" Esme spat with contempt as the Governess stood back, tightly holding the bottle against her body.
" Just this, Mr Higgs" the tall women said as she turned away from the braided beauty, placing the deadly bottle of household poison on the counter and paying. " Goodbye Esme" she smirked, before opening the rickety wooden door, the chime of the bell hovering above it announcing her departure and another step closer she was to playing her next lethal hand.
As the household staff hurried from room to room later that day, finishing off the last of their duties before the guests arrived. You kept yourself busy with worry with what the many invitees would have to say about your sudden reappearance at Arrow house as you prepared yourself for the dreaded evening.
" I can't do this...fuck. I can't do this" you mumbled under your breath as you shook your dressing gown off in front of the large standing mirror in your bedroom.
Stood there behind the dressing screen, your hand traced down your stomach over the faded scars that had turned opaque in the many months that had rolled by. A reminder of the home you kept your son safe, warm within the swell of your stomach. But imperfect, scarred.
Why won't they leave? You sobbed rubbing your flesh red, yearning for the body you had once, the one that captivated your husband's adoration. The one he wouldn't go a day without kissing every inch of. Was he no longer in love with you that way? Was that why he hadn't gotten closer to you? Kissed you? Your mind nattered to you as you turned to pull the sequin gown from its hanger, throwing it on the chair beside you when the door opened and your husband quietly walked in.
"Tommy, is that you?" You called out as you slipped your feet into your laced lingerie.
"Guests are arriving Y/N" he replied as he slowly walked towards the large wooden cabinet, pulling out a set of gold cufflinks. His initials intricately engraved into each one.
" Shit, I'm sorry. Can you help me, with the zip?" You asked, before quickly scrambling for the dress you had launched to the side in your flustered state. " No! Wait! Just...just hold on a second" you all but shouted, quickly pulling the dress over your knees before your husband saw your exposed body.
Coming to a sudden stop, Tommy waited behind the floral painted screen of Gardenias and Ferns, unable to stop his wandering eyes and loose footing from being captured by the soft amber lighting bouncing off the curve of your hip partially covered by the screen. Watching it slowly sway from side to side as you pulled the dress over your body.
Never had he felt so much desire, so much longing to hold you as he silently watched you glide the glittering gown up the edges of your body. The little he could see taking his already labored breath away from him within seconds.
"Y/N, darling?" Tommy said clearing his throat as he stepped back, recomposing himself and the collar of his shirt tightening around the pulsing vein in his neck.
"Ok, you can come" you said as Tommy cocked a brow, a small smile of amusement flashing across his face at your choice of words. Unbeknownst to you how true your statement was close to becoming a reality for him.
" I can't reach, can you just..." You said, gesturing behind your back as your smartly suited husband stood behind you, brushing his thumb down the middle of your back until the small zipper resting over the white lace of your underwear.
" You ok?" Tommy asked, swallowing heavy. Unsure if he was asking himself the very same question as he slowly pulled your dress together.
" Nervous" you smiled timidly to him in the mirror as you smoothed down the front of your gown, your face quickly twisting in uncertainty at your choice of dress.
" I won't leave your side" Tommy said turning you around as your hands came up to straighten his limp tie. " Not once " he said tucking the loose whispers of hair behind your jeweled ordained ears, his body slowly closing the small gap between you both.
" Promise?" You replied lifting your gaze to his hooded eyes staring down at you as you inched closer.
"Promise" he answered bending his head down to capture your ruby lips when a knock on a door and the announcement that all the guests had arrived stole the long awaited moment between you both.
And promise he did. Never once during the entirety of the night did Tommy leave your side as he worked the room and the many guests he had to greet, stealing small glances at you every brief moment he could to gaze at your radiating beauty. Whether it be talking to politicians or men of nobility, Tommy's hand protectively hovered next to yours throughout the evening, discreetly brushing over your fingers as he counted the hours to be finally alone with you again. He couldn't have hoped for a smoother night.
But calm is far from what was taking place behind the scenes of the glitzy evening of flowing ball gowns and filled champagne glasses that adorned the lower level of Arrow House. Far from calm.
With a smile painted on her face and a hop in her step. Your trusted housekeeper for the first time in a long time finally felt the early years of your residence in Arrow House joyfully seeping their way back into the heart of the home through the laughter and music that could be heard downstairs as she made her way up to William's nursery. Hoping he was sleeping as soundly as she had left him. But when she reached the door of your son's room, a reminder of the dark presence that still resided over the stately home could be heard whispering vicious words to the innocent ears of its youngest resident.
" I'll be your new mother soon. Your old mummy's not well, William. She left you, remember?" Don't worry she'll be gone soon" the Governesses voice hushed as she loomed over William's cot as he tossed and turned restlessly in his sleep. "Just you, me and your father, it won't be long now" she added as Frances watched on in horror through the crack of the door, her unfathomable words spilling from her thinly lined lips.
" Get out! Leave!" Frances' voice rose as she hurried to check on young William's well-being. " Mr Shelby ordered you to leave. If you had any sense, you'd go before he learns of the disgusting things I just heard you say"
" Oh Frances. The busy worker bee. Always listening, watching..." she giggled with a quick glare as she sauntered to the open door. " It will all end in heartbreak" she said as she turned around to face your trusted housekeeper and her hand firmly grasped onto the frame of the door, blocking any future attempts to reach your child and seethe her vapid words once again.
" When will you understand... Agness?" she questioned, speaking her name for the first time. Unwilling to use the title of Governess she no longer deserved. " You were but a minor distraction for him as he grieved and cried for the love he still held for his wife. He doesn't want you. Now leave" Frances said as the Governesses smirk dropped and her wicked hatred for anyone daring to get in her way spilled over into fury.
All it took was a blinding second, a swift merciless moment for the Governess to grab hold of the door and slam it shut on Frances' hand, crushing her wrist between the door and its frame.
Muffling her screams with all her might to not wake and frighten the young child in her care. Frances desperately tried to free her hand and the excruciating pain soaring through the snapping of her bones.
" Busy bodies always get their comeuppance, dear Frances " she said letting go of the door before her wrist gave way and broke.
Clutching onto her throbbing hand as she quietly wept. Frances slid down in a heap to the floor as she watched the Governess quietly walk away through her teary vision into the darkened corridor to a Charleston playing loudly downstairs.
"Frances! Frances!" The young kitchen aid caught up to her as she walked through the foyer, quickly grabbing a linen napkin and wrapping it around her limp wrist. " You're hurt" young Billy said, taking her hand as Frances stopped a young maid walking by.
" Go sit with William Ethel. All night. Don't leave his side" Frances ordered as the maid hurried with haste up the winding staircase to the nursery.
" What's going on? Is he Ill? I'll... I'll get Mr Shelby, Mrs Shelby" Billy stuttered as he looked at the terror weighing down your housekeeper's frightened face.
" No Billy. Let them be" she reluctantly replied as she turned to see the both of you dancing the last song of the night together, smiling lovingly at each other as small giggles joyously left your lips at Tommy's quick-footed steps. The happiness beaming off your faces tearing her away from interrupting your rekindling marriage. She would tell you in the morning. She promised herself.
" Frances, there's something I think you should know" Billy said, following her into the bustling kitchen as the staff washed their way through the many plates of canapes that had been eaten and glasses of champagne that had been drunk.
" What is it, Billy?"
As the evening slowly died down, and enough time had been spent in the company of people your husband had little, if any regard for other than their checkbooks. He quietly whisked you off to the small living room of your home to a lit fire and two crystal glasses of champagne waiting for you. Hiding you both away from any further small talk or pressing matters with the turn of a key. Alone, at last.
" Wasn't your finest moment, so I've been told" you laughed after recounting the story his brothers had told you about your poor husband's ghostly face and unsteady feet after hearing you scream bloody murder from down in the foyer he'd been pacing for near ten hours whilst you were in the throes of labor with William.
" Sweetheart.." He stopped, leaning forward to you with a smirk on his face. " You sounded like you were giving birth to the antichrist himself" he laughed, earning him a quick smack across the chest. " I've seen it at the pictures, so I know how that shit ends" he said tipping his glass to you with a cocky smile. The top three buttons of his shirt undone, waistcoat and cufflinks gone. For the first time in two years, Tommy looked relaxed. Happy.
" Yes well, good thing I gave you an angel of a son" you corrected him, taking a sip of your third glass of champagne.
" That you did" Tommy smiled to you. With his eyes glossed over with love, he reached his hand across the feathered cushion to softly rub his thumb across your knuckles. " How did I get so lucky, eh?" He sighed heavily, his eyes scanning across your face, engraving the very moment into his memory. Scared, his happiness would be snatched away from him once again.
" Tom..." You blushed, gazing up at him through your full lashes as a small nagging moment of guilt escaped the corners of your mind for having left him and your son.
" C'mere" he said, quickly simmering your worries as he ushered you closer to him with a tilt of his head, placing his empty glass on the table beside him.
With his breath hot against your lips, Tommy cupped your cheeks, closing the mere millimeters between you both and capturing your mouth in a tender longing kiss.
" Tommy..." You mumbled, quickly feeling the passion rise within you as the embrace intensified with the welcome feeling of your husband's tongue gently stroking against your own.
With a surge of confidence and a need to urgently feel your husband's body intertwined with yours, you pulled yourself up onto his lap as Tommy watched your hurried movements. Refraining himself and his own desperation to flip you onto your back, and bury himself in you.
Why was he just watching you? You thought to yourself as you undid each remaining button of his shirt one by one, a sudden wave of insecurity heating your cheeks as Tommy's hands stayed motionless by his side as his intent stare held still.
Were you rushing things, did you misunderstand his intentions ? Then why did he kiss you like that? Your brain ticked over with questions as he watched you timidly slide the straps of your dress down past your full breasts, sending a wave of desire through him as he scrambled to keep his composure, and let you take control of the pace.
Had he been too restrained? Shit. Did you think he didn't want this? He questioned himself as he watched your eyes fill with uncertainty as your hands hovered over the buckle of his belt.
" Don't stop..." Tommy breathed heavily as you apprehensively slid your hand down his trousers only to recoil with doubt that this was even what he wanted. " Darling please, don't stop..." He said swallowing harshly, his heart rapidly pounding in his chest at the long awaited feel of your touch as he torturously kept himself from taking things quicker. " Fuck" your husband moaned as you wrapped your hand around his stiffened cock, slowly pumping it up and down within your palm.
With your dress bunched up around your stomach, you lined his throbbing length up. Briefly lingering it beneath you, when your husband could no longer withstand the wait and his hands flew up to your waist sinking you down on to him with a gasp as he threw his head back in relief.
" Tommy" You moaned his name as he bucked further into you, his grip securely fastened on your waist.
"Sweetheart, look at me..." Your husband panted holding onto your hips as you rocked back of forth, eyes tightly shut, mouth agape in the highs of pleasure. " Y/N, look at me" he pleaded as he watched you finally open eyes, pulling you forward into a searing embrace before flipping you onto your back and ridding himself of the rest of his clothes
" Tom" you breathlessly whined as he thrusted into you, his hands tracing down the warmth of your body as he pulled at the fabric of dress in his way you was reluctant to be rid of.
" Stop hiding from me Y/N " Tommy said, as you pulled your gown back up, covering the scars your self-conscious thoughts resented as Tommy pulled out and knelt between your legs. " It's ok" he nodded reassuringly, gently moving your stubborn hands away and pulling the remainder of your clothes from your body.
"You kept our son safe" Tommy said, brushing his thumb over the small faded streaks as he watched your eyes well with tears. Hearing your worried thoughts without a single word leaving your lips.
" Hey, shhh" he hushed your fears away as he settled his heavy body down between your legs, his lips pecking their way over the slope of your breasts until capturing your mouth in his. " My wife. My beautiful wife" he said reaching his hand down to his pulsing cock, sighing at the feeling of your warmth enveloping him once again as he urgently entered you. " I love you Y/N" Tommy moaned between each labored breath as he rocked his hips into you, instantly ridding you of any doubt of his remaining feelings for you with three simple words. The sweetest of words you realised you had been waiting to hear to finally feel at peace with your past actions.
" I love you too, Tommy" you breathlessly moaned as you held onto your husband's strong frame as he pulled your legs around his back, wrapping them tightly against him to feel as close, as deep as he could possibly be. At one with you. Making love to you.
As morning came and the sun glistened through the netted curtains. Beams of light cascaded over the woven blanket draped over your tired bodies as you laid soundly asleep on the plush setee you had spent the night passionately making up for the many sleepless hours of darkness you had both endured. But darkness remained, looming feet from you. Creeping in unseen, unheard.
" Soon" The Governess whispered through gritted teeth as her fingers clasped tightly around the blade in her hand, her lust for vengeance close to sabotaging her deadly plan enough for her to find her way into the small haven you had made as she watched you from the door wrapped in a lovers embrace. " Soon..."
PART SIX (The Final) coming soon!
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Hey lovely charm!
I haven’t sent an ask to any blog all this time I’m here because I’m trying to avoid negativity and victim mentality, however I’d like to ask this one thing (of course you can ignore this ask if it’s been answered before or you just don’t want to respond, also I’ll throw a TW but there’s nothing really bad on here)
I read the latest success story which actually almost brought tears to my eyes, I’m proud of this person and everyone that managed to get out of their awful and undeserved circumstances!! My question though is that one thing that drives me crazy all this time and it might sound stupid: how do we actually surrender to our imagination?
Is it just believing everything is going to change? Because I think I might be doing something wrong and I don’t know what it is, I’m just tired of waking up and seeing the same awful and dreadful reality. I’m tired crying every night because I’m being “forgotten” even by friends like I don’t exist sometimes. I’m tired “trying” for the void. Every night before I sleep and every morning, even for the whole day, I’m just thinking as if I got it all already, I’m walking to my dreadful 7-3 work but I’m imagining walking in London going to my actual dream job, wearing my dream clothes and having my dream appearance. The problem is that I feel I’m living on a loop, keep doing the things I did before but kind of “dressing them up” with my mind, in my mind. Any advice you have, I hope it’s going to also help out any other kind soul on here that needs it.
Thank you in advance lovely, I follow your blog with devotion and one of these days I’ll send you my success! xx
Hiii 💓I can only speak for myself, but surrendering to imagination for me looked like letting go of the how and the when my desires would appear. And you know it seems kind of stupid at first, I get that. When people used to say that it made me mad,but that was before I actually understood what it meant. I used to think well “If I wanted it in my imagination I’d just daydream” which isn’t even correct because if you’re imagining of your desires instead of from them, it’s the reason you don’t feel fulfilled anyways. But it’s actually a great thing.
When I stopped trying to change the 3D and stopped trying figure out how/why/when my desired would appear and instead remembered I already had them, it got a little easier. I stopped worrying about if my crying would stop my desires from coming to fruition, bc if I already have it in my imagination why would that matter? just because you’re wealthy does that mean you can’t cry lmfao. it didn’t matter what I did, when I got mad I stopped spiraling, I stopped trying to repress my emotions, it got easier and it became more real. That’s when I understood what they meant when they say you don’t want your desires just to be freed from desiring.
The limitless changes didn’t really start until I was Immersed in my imagination, though I had a good amount of conscious “manifestations” before so. But in truth I've always been a maladaptive daydreamer, creating a different reality within my mind. Despite what others and myself perceived as a bland and middling childhood, my inner world was vibrant and full of possibilities. Then I found myself wondering why these vivid daydreams didn't manifest into reality during my childhood. Idk if it was due to my age or lack of conscious awareness of what I was doing.But again I think it was because I was thinking 'of' rather than 'from'.
It’s the imagination that is limitless and why every creation is possible. It really did free me from my doubts I carried here in this plane. In the grand theater of the multiverse, every dream, every desire you've ever had is playing out already since you can see it in your imagination. You can have your dream life - from your appearance and personality to your family, zodiac sign, and even your perfect partner. you can revise and embody the life you want in every aspect, and wake up in a whole new world tomorrow. You can indulge in every spiritual practice you could ever imagine. You can connect with the energy of the universe on such a profound level that you become one with everything around you. You can become the grass under your feet, the stars twinkling in the night sky.
Why? Because you are a limitless being. You are the universe experiencing itself, a manifestation of its infinite creativity. You're not separate from the universe; you are the universe, yet a human at the same time. So what does the 3D have to do with any of that. Yes you’re here and it is real and you will experience the best of love and humanity because of it but first surrender to imagination because that’s where it begins.
“Consciousness is the one and only reality, not figuratively but actually. This reality may for the sake of clarity be likened unto a stream which is divided into two parts, the conscious and the subconscious. In order to intelligently operate the law of consciousness it is necessary to understand the relationship between the conscious and the subconscious. The conscious is personal and selective; the subconscious is impersonal and non-selective. The conscious is the realm of effect; the subconscious is the realm of cause. These two aspects are the male and female divisions of consciousness. The conscious is male; the subconscious is female. The conscious generates ideas and impresses these ideas on the subconscious; the subconscious receives ideas and gives form and expression to them.”(Neville Goddard)
"So God created mankind in his own image, in the image of God he created them; male and female he created them." (Genesis 1:27)
"And have put on the new self, which is being renewed in knowledge after the image of its creator." (Colossians 3:10)
In the realm of imagination, boundaries dissolve. Here, we're not just passive observers; we're active creators, shaping our reality with every thought, feeling, and belief we entertain. This isn't about escaping reality but rather embracing a more expansive view of it.
So, why would you ever limit yourself to the confines of the 3D world? Why not tap into the limitless potential of our imagination, where we are the architects of our own promise. I mean your imagination is your superpower. So, harness it. Dream big, unapologetically feel-deeply, and maintain unwavering faith in your creativity that everyone is born with.
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Cooler Than Me - S.R
Cooler Than Me - S.R
Summary: Spencer can’t quite figure out why you dislike him so much. It drives him crazy.
tw/cw: sexual innuendos, tension, cringing and a minuscule moment of worry about consent (it’s given dw!)
Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAU!Reader (f!reader) (no y/n)
a/n: Hi loves! sorry I went all MIA but I had ZERO motivation to write and college life is dragging me to hell. This is my first Spencer pic and to be honest, i'm nervous. nobody asked for this, but i wrote it anyway because I can’t keep this man out of my head. I recommend listening to Cooler Than Me by Mike Posner (slowed) while reading, because it played on loop when i wrote it. anyway, hope you’ll enjoy this, please like/repost if you do. your support is, as always, extremely appreciated. (this is not beta read, all mistakes are on me).
When you first walked into the bullpen, Spencer didn’t even notice, his face was buried in War and Peace, yet again. Elle was giving you the tour and introducing you to your new teammates, who would quickly become your friends. However, the resident genius was much too busy to pay you some mind. It wasn’t until Hotch stood before him and called his name, that he put the book down and focused on you.
God did he regret not giving you his undivided attention for the past 5 minutes.
Your smile was friendly, somewhat awkward at his lack of interest in his new colleague, but it was there, nonetheless. He wondered how bright it could shine when it wasn’t embarrassed.
You extended your hand, to try and shake the awkwardness in the room, but all Spencer cold do was smile his typical-tight-lip smile and wave. You retracted your hand, even more embarrassed than before and cleared your throat.
After that deeply uncomfortable moment, some awkward laughs echoed quietly in the room; all the other profilers knew what Spencer was like. But not you, and you took offense at what you misunderstood as disdain.
Hotch spoke again “well agent, this is our team. We are very glad to have you with us. Please, follow me to my office, there are some forms I need to review with you”.
“Of course” you nodded.
Your voice was gentle, and as cliché as it sounds, Spencer couldn’t help but feel a tingling in his chest.
The next morning, when you entered the bullpen, you knew better than to try and say hello to him. You walked around and talked to everyone else, but not him. He frowned, did he do something wrong? Spencer’s genius brain was confused, did he do something to upset you?
Hotch stood in front of his office and spoke to the team “we have a case”, he said nothing more and headed toward the conference room.
Spencer stood up and looked around, trying to find you. You were laughing at some joke Morgan had made. Elle and JJ were right behind you and exchanged knowing smiles; clueless as he was, Spencer knew that wasn’t a good sign.
Now in the jet, you were sitting right beside the resident flirt, smiling at him. And though he was on the other side of the plane, Spencer caught a bit of your conversation.
“Hm, so pretty and smart” Morgan said, flirtatiously.
“That’s me” you answered, only half jokingly.
‘Add confident to the list’ Spencer thought, making his own list of things that made you amazing.
As Garcia appeared on the screen, the jokes stopped, but the smiles remained. It made Spencer jealous, and he wasn’t normally jealous.
“Alright, Morgan and JJ head to the crime scene and see what you can find out about our latest victim” Hotch said with authority “Gideon, Elle, you’re with me, we’ll head to the station and interview the families”. The team leader looked at you “you’re with Reid, you’ll go to the M.E and see if we missed something”.
Your face looked confused.
Hotch pointed at the genius, “Reid” he spoke again.
You nodded in understanding “Oh right” you answered back.
Morgan and Elle chuckled silently.
Spencer didn’t find the situation the least bit amusing, had you actually forgotten his name?
The rest of the fight you kept going over the case, and you joked lightly with everyone, everyone except him. So Reid took matter in his own hands and tried making a joke himself, but much to his dismay, you only gave him an awkward smile, as did the rest of the team.
Spencer tried not to think about it too much, choosing to focus on the case instead.
When the jet landed, you were once again flirting with Derek.
“Alright, try not to miss me too much” you said as you got behind the wheel.
“Can’t make that promise” Derek answered, winking at you and getting into his own car.
Spencer’s stomach churned as he got in the passenger’s seat beside you. You gave him a tight-lipped smile and started driving.
The drive was spent in utter silence, it was clear you weren’t interested in kidding around with the doctor. And the situation was uncomfortable, to say the least.
You weren’t partnered up with him for the rest of the case, and you talked to him only when necessary. Spencer was getting desperate, he wanted you to look at him the way you looked at Morgan. He didn’t even know why, he felt like a kid who wanted a toy solely because he couldn’t have it. As cliché as he thought it sounded, Spencer had never felt that way about anyone.
When the case was closed, and you were back on the jet, Spencer hoped he could sit by your side and, much to his dismay, the seat was already taken by Morgan. The genius all but stomped his foot on the ground and sat in front of you, right by JJ; who by the way did not miss the looks of hope Spencer was giving you.
“Genius got a crush?” She asked in a whisper.
“WHAT?” He answered in a high-pitched tone that made you and Morgan look at him quizzically.
JJ wasn’t fooled, the high-pitched voice was Spencer’s tell.
“Uh-uh Reid, you heard me” she whispered again when you and Morgan got back to your conversation.
Spencer looked into JJ’s eyes, pleading, he knew the jig was up.
“I won’t tell her, don’t worry” she said softly.
Spencer let out a shaky breath and nodded. “Thanks” he said, relieved but still nervous about the whole ordeal.
Some months had passed, and you felt at home with your team. JJ, Penny, Elle and you were constantly going out and having ‘girl’s night’; Hotch seemed pleased by your performance, Gideon had warmed up to you. The flirting with Morgan remained, but you both realized you were more like older brother and annoying baby sister, Morgan was your best friend and you were his (tied with Garcia, but don’t tell her that).
But things were still awkward with the resident genius. You understood perfectly he wanted nothing to do with you. That hurt your pride, so you ignored him as best as you could, thinking that would make the stupid, pathetic little crush go away.
You ignored him as hard as you could.
Until you couldn’t.
While in the conference room, Hotch looked at you “You and Reid head to Miami to see if you can find out about the victims there while we head to Jacksonville.”
You felt a chill run down your spine, terrified at the idea of spending alone time with Reid.
Spencer was just as terrified. He knew you were much cooler than him, and totally out of his league. But he figured maybe he could finally ask you why you hated him.
Garcia booked your flight to Miami and wished you luck, giving Spencer a knowing wink when you turned around. The rest of the team got on the jet while you drove to the airport, and once again it was filled with tension and silence, except for the music that floated in the car.
You couldn’t handle the tension, so as soon as you sat on your seat (right beside Spencer, to top it off) you pretended to fall asleep. Boy genius turned his head towards you, mustering up the courage to ask his question, but he exhaled defeated when he saw your sleeping form.
Two and a half hours later, you were being softly shaken awake by your partner for the case. Turns out you had really fallen asleep, much to your surprise.
“Uhm, s-sorry to wake you but uhm, we’ve landed” Spencer said softly.
His handsome features were a sight to behold, and in your sleepy state, you couldn’t help but stare at him.
His mouth now a tight line, he was shuffling uncomfortably under your burning gaze. This you noticed, so you unwillingly got out of your reverie and picked up your bags.
“Cool, let’s go” you said quickly and started walking in front of him.
Spencer couldn’t help looking at your ass, swaying gracefully in front of him. He bit his lip and shook his head, following you like a lost puppy.
Although you hated to admit it, you worked really well as a team, your confidence intimidated the suspects and Spencer’s intelligence intimidated the police. You got what you wanted fairly easily; so when Hotch called for an update, you begrudgingly told him how great you were doing.
Spencer was still nervous around you, but he started (little by little) to work up his confidence. He was absolutely decided to ask you why you despised him so much, and how he could mend things.
So when your unit chief called you back to Jacksonville and you got on the plane, Spencer left you no time to pretend you were asleep. He went for it.
“Why do you hate me?” He blurted. Well, that was definitely not how he wanted things to go.
“Excuse me?” You asked bewildered, eyes nearly popping out of your skull. “For a genius, you got things pretty backwards Reid. You hate me, not the other way around” you said defensively.
“What?” Spencer all but screamed, earning annoyed looks from the passengers around you. “Sorry” he whispered, looking around.
“You heard me Reid” You deadpanned.
“Yes I heard you, but I don’t hate you” Spencer corrected you. “You hate me, you avoid me, you ignore me, you’re annoyed when we get paired together. I mean for Christ’s sake, you didn’t even remember my name the first day!” He rambled, his pulse quickening.
“Well you heaven’t made things easy either! You completely ignored my presence on the first day, and you made a fool out of me when you left my hand stretched without having the courtesy of shake it!” You answered, agitated.
“Do you know it’s actually safer to kiss? Because-“ Reid said before you interrupted him.
“Did you wanted me to kiss you?!” You asked sarcastically.
“Yes!” Spencer answered without really thinking.
Upon hearing that, you both widened your eyes and Spencer turned a violent shade of crimson.
“What?” You asked in a whisper, still shocked at his confession.
‘Fuck it’ he thought.
“I like you, I have since I laid my eyes on you” Spencer took a shaky breath before continuing “and I know you’re out of my league because I may be a genius but I’m a loser, I know you’re definitely cooler than me; but I can’t help it, you’re so confident, and smart and so gorgeous. And I know you don’t feel the same because I have seen your flirt with Morgan, and I know he’s exactly what women want, not some un-athletic nerd who rambles when he’s nervous and-“
You interrupted Spencer again, this time by slamming your lips on his, taking him entirely by surprise. But you stopped when he didn’t kissed you back, mortified about kissing him without his consent.
You pulled away, avoiding his eyes by closing yours, cringing.
“I’m so sorry Spencer” now it was your turn to ramble “I just — since you said you wanted me to kiss you I thought-“
Spencer silenced you by cupping your face with his cold hands and pressing a heated kiss on your lips. You kissed him back immediately, fearing he would disappear the second you let go.
“Finally!” The grandma behind you shouted with a big smile on her face.
Spencer and you both laughed on each others lips, his face still cupping yours. You placed a peck on his wide smile and pulled back to look at him.
“Two things” you said, looking into his eyes. Spencer looked at you, scared this was a prank or something similar.
“One, Morgan is like my big brother, we flirt a lot but it’s all for laughs. And he discovered my crush on you veeeery early on, so don’t even worry about that” you told him, holding his hand.
Spencer exhaled completely relieved, until he remembered and said “and the second?” .
“I am definitely cooler than you, lover boy”.
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Victoria Jenifers Body AU Drabble
((Hiya! I made a little short involving my oc Victoria with the Jenifers Body AU, I hope you like it beans! ))
Victoria hasn’t been the same since that night you two went out. She left in a weird van and came back more cold, and seemingly off. You brushed it off as just your friend being stressed and being her typical bitchy self, but this was too different.
She wasn’t just bitchy and catty, she was cold hearted and bitter. Not towards you, but towards everyone else on campus who she used to fawn over and even crush on. The girls she used to gush to you about are hardly ever brought up anymore and she’s always behind you, hovering, like she doesn’t like the others talking to you.
Sending her a text, you flop in your bed and try to dry the tears on your face. Another person was declared missing and possibly dead, and the whole town was beginning to believe it was the work of a serial killer. You knew him, he wouldn’t hurt anyone and was genuinely a good guy to be around, and it broke your heart that he possibly met the fate of the others.
The killer didn’t seem to have a preference, woman, man, good, bad, they all went missing. The only real lead was they all seemed to have been around the campus or close by, such as at the stores or gas stations. It was seriously stressing you out and you needed Victoria to be there, even if she’s been off and maybe won’t be able to comfort you entirely.
“Oh…poor sweet little thing” Her voice purrs, coming up from behind you and making your body jump. You weren’t expecting her to get here that fast, let alone so quietly. She has a key to your place and everything so why didn’t you hear even the slightest jiggle of the knob or shake of the keys?
Doesn’t matter, you’re upset and you feel so confused and dare you say, isolated. She hardly tells you anything anymore, and during a scary time like this, you need someone who’s open. It might be a good time to bring up what’s been going on not just on the news, but between the two of you as well.
“Something on your mind?” She asks softly, her hand coming to touch your cheek and feel the warm tears still drying on them. Her eyes flashes something cold and sinister for just a second, but you chalk that up to you just being paranoid. “Who made you cry like this? You can tell me. We’re best friends after all”.
You tense, sitting up as you gently shove her away. Her being that close didn’t feel normal anymore. It felt more smothering than it did anything else. “You did, Vic. You…you don’t talk to me anymore. You don’t hang out with anyone like you used too, you barely let me know when you’re doing anything and I feel so left out of the loop! And on top of all of that, when you DO tell me where you are, it’s late at night while a killer’s on the loose!”
The blonde doesn’t say a word, simply staring at you. Fuck it. You can’t stop the tears from falling anyway, and you deserve to know what’s happening!
“If it’s about that stupid drunken kiss we did, I’m sorry! I didn’t want to ever push that boundary! We were just drunk and we can call it a mistake! We don’t have to put up walls and- and- and-“ you start stuttering, breathes shaky and uneven as you spew your feelings out like a child.
You were scared. Scared of losing your closest friend and it being all your fault.
Lost in your own emotions, you feel her yank you closer, hand in your hair as she forces you to face her. You wince as her grip tightens, eyes watery as they stare into hers, silence filling the room. Victorias lips come to press behind your ear as she whispers into it, her other hand circling your wrist as she speaks.
“You’ll understand why I’m doing this. Right now just isn’t the time” she breathes, then nudges the bridge of her nose into your hair to inhale, shoulders relaxing as she indulges in your scent. “You’re a smart girl. I know you’ve seen the shady things as of late. Tell me, pretty girl, why is it when everyone goes missing, I’m the last person they’re often seen with?”.
Your breath gets caught in your throat, eyes widening in horror. Was she really saying what you thought she was? Was she the one who left horrible bloody heaps for the police to find every night?
Her hand comes to slide under your shirt, rubbing your back as she toys with your bra. She smirks at the way you tense and jump, unable to escape her hold as she uses more strength. “Those sweet lips on mine, that night, was a gift I couldn’t imagine handling at the time. When I left with those people…they turned me into something that could. A stronger, smarter, better version of my old self, so I could give you everything you deserved”.
“You’re a killer!”
“Only in the sense of protecting what’s mine at any cost”
“They were innocent!”
“They were trying to take you away from me.” She says coldly, her teeth bared in a snarl as she holds you against her body. You begin to cry once again, this time thinking you were about to meet the same fate as the others. If she was about to kill you, all you ask is that she made it quick.
“You still think I’m human. It’s sweet, really” her voice sounded amused, her hand coming to slide over your stomach and feel the heated skin. “That stupid group turned me into something better. And now…I get to eat the things who get in my way, or try to hurt what’s mine. I guess I’ve been too busy on protecting you that I left you so neglected “ she says with a fake pout to her voice.
Her other hand comes to trace up your neck, wiping away the trail of tears as she feels your pulse under her fingertips. “My poor, needy little Y/N. You must feel like I don’t love you at all, tsk tsk tsk. I’ll have to fix that. But-“ her lips come to tease at your ear again, wicked smile gracing her features as she whispers “I’m going to give you a lot more than just shy little kisses. I’m going to devour you”.
((-Mommabean))
#jenifers body au#Victoria my oc#my ocs#lesbian yandere#mommabean#yandere scenarios#yandere imagines#female yandere#she’s a lesbian guys
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Hii Bee!! (ﾉ◕ᴗ◕)ﾉ*✧
May I request the pjsk boys with a reader who has low stamina and is really bad at any kinds of sports; then on one day during PE lesson, the teacher demanded the reader's class(imagine the pjsk boys are in the same class as the reader)to run 5 laps around the school playground non-stop(means that stopping or walking to catch on some air for even 1 second aren't allowed, or else punishments like running 1 more lap are given)as a warm-up, the reader barely made it in the end due to their low stamina, not to mention that the playground is quite huge, it's about 200-300m for only 1 single lap; therefore, how would the pjsk boys help and comfort the reader afterwards(EG: giving the reader some small praises, handing the reader their own water bottle to drink since the reader's throat was burning like hell, being a wall for the reader to lean on since the reader's legs were super sore, etc)?
This is again my own experience at school rn, every PE lessons are litteral very exhausting hell to me, I hate PE lessons ngl. Btw, this idea popped up into my mind when I was running the 5 laps during PE lessons today, it was kinda silly of me to imagine the pjsk boys cheering for me whilst doing so just for comfort, lol. (╥﹏╥)|||
If you decided to write this request, thank you so much for doing so! Have an awesome day/afternoon/night, Bee! ♡⊂(^ω^)つ♡
Hello! And of course! I honestly relate so it was pretty nice to write~ Anyway, I hope you enjoy this as much as I did ^^
Akito, Toya, Tsukasa, Rui with reader who's low stamina
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⊱ when task was given, Akito probably argued with teacher a bit. Not necessarily with anger in angry tone but he tried to get at least one lap less! If he succeeds then good for you and he'll definitely be proud for a long time! If not, you only heard him mutter few curses while passing you
"That... ugh... well whatever, I tried. Don't worry tho, we'll get it."
⊱ during running, he probably kept you company or ran a little bit beside you to hopefully make it a bit better for you but he won't admit to it
⊱ he also wanted to make sure no oke throws their few cents about your low stamina so he was usually passing everyone that passed by you
⊱ he won't talk with you and will tell you to not talk yourself as to not get tired too quickly, but he may start telling you few stories when he sees you're out of it
⊱ and when it's finally over, he'll pat your shoulder and give you your or if you forgot yours then he'll give you his water bottle
"Hey, good job there. It was one of a hella big step. How about we go for pancakes after school, hm?"
⊱ Toya immidietly knew you'll struggle theoguh this task and he hated the thought of it... so of course he decided to stay close to you if you won't mind
⊱ he also tells you to run slowly and in your own peace, after all there's no tempo in which you need to run, you just can't stop
"We can run slowly. Task is to run set number of laps, not to run at specific peace."
⊱ during running, he'll drop small compliment every loop or maybe even a bit more often sometimes
⊱ he's not good at talking so he'll just run about next to you and make sure you won't faint on spot next to him
⊱ as soon as you finish 5 laps, he'll just pick you up and carry you to the closest bench where he passes you water bottle
"You did really great job, Y/N. I knew you could do this."
⊱ after school, he probably offers to carry you either way at least for few minutes to make sure your legs won't hurt too bad tomorrow
⊱ let's be honest, Tsukasa is the type to make whole drama to teacher about it and put on his acting skills for a challange if it means he can make your life a bit better
⊱ but when his plan fails... he thinks of many ways to make it better for you... and that's when he finds the moment when teacher turns around and immidietly takes you ok piggy back ride so you can have at least one lap less!
"Listener quick! We have a second so jump on my back and I'll carry you for at least a lap!"
⊱ but if you're running on your own and there's no way for teacher to turn around, he'll literally give you the best motivating lines he could think of on the spot
⊱ and when you're finally done, you can be sure he'll literally carry you bridal style while absolutely spoiling you with compliments
"My star! That was truly magnificent show! I believe we should celebrate our victory in our favorite spot!"
⊱ and after classes, he's literally ready to carry you for the whole day just to make it a bit easier for you after this big step
⊱ Rui just knew how much you didn't wanted to go through this so of course he tied convincing you to make up some excuse if you don't want to participate in those classes
⊱ bur if it doesn't work and you have to go through this classes, he'll try to be there and cheee you up!
⊱ he also makes few notes to himself and will definitely try to taking of some inventing that could help you with this problem
"Hmm... if I make something similar to my invention 0084 but adjust- oh don't worry, I was just lost in my thoughts for a second there!"
⊱ after you did it, he'll gently pat your shoulder and compliment how well you did there, just to ask if you want some cold water since he'll go drop by shop really quick
⊱ but overally, he's just there assuring you that you did really good job!
"You did amazing job there, darling. You don't know how proud of you I am~"
⊱ be prepared because on next day you may or may not receive new invention of his~
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#project sekai#colorful stage#project sekai colorful stage#x reader#project sekai x reader#colorful stage x reader#project sekai colorful stage x reader#akito shinonome#toya aoyagi#tsukasa tenma#rui kamishiro#akito shinonome x reader#toya aoyagi x reader#tsukasa tenma x reader#rui kamishiro x reader#project sekai akito shinonome#project sekai toya aoyagi#project sekai tsukasa tenma#project sekai rui kamishiro#project sekai akito x reader#project sekai toya x reader#project sekai tsukasa x reader#project sekai rui x reader#fluff#project sekai fluff#headcanons#project sekai headcanons
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The Revenge Of Two Hands One Mouth - O2 Academy Bristol (November 27, 2013)
by Adam Gasson
After 11 years of not finding a single photo from this show, I found these yesterday! I can not begin to express what this means to me, I nearly cried and I couldn't sleep last night. I was still a rather new fan and this was my first time going to a show in the UK, the first show I went to see with a friend, and my first time meeting that friend, too. And these above photos are SO GOOD! Not much was preserved from this show at all, there was no recording allowed (no charcoal drawings either), and to my knowledge not even the full setlist for this specific show was preserved anywhere. So better late than never, but here's what I remember (with some help from these photos!) and the things I've puzzled back together:
If there was opening music or an opening act, i don't recall, but Russell entered the stage alone. It was dramatic and impactful, and it went quiet as he gave an intense stare into the audience and did a drawn out "ahhh" into the microphone. After a little moment of quiet, it turned out the microphone had been connected to a sequencer which now started repeating "ah ah ah ah ah ah". Suspense, excitement. Russell added: "Hold, hold, hold, hold". (...I was definitely freaking out.) While that started looping on top of the ah ah ah sequence, he made stop signs with his hand as we all listened. A few repeats passed. "I'm getting mixed signals, mixed signals - mixed, mixed, mixed signals".
^ the only seconds of this show I recorded as I didn't yet know it wasn't allowed - security signed at me and I put the camera away. It was fine. (Here's a recording of it made during the US tour later that year - recording seemed to be less frowned upon at that point.)
I don't recall when Ron entered the stage at this show, whether it was during the song or after, but what a way to open! And what an amazing song choice!
The performance that left the biggest impression on me at this show though was Nicotina. It was a choice I didn't see coming, but also the way Russell sang it! Falsetto heaven. (Sadly not a single video is to be found of Nicotina from this tour. But for your falsetto heaven needs, I hope you can find a video of Here In Heaven that they also performed on this tour, because that will also kill you.)
As everyone here probably knows I am quite big on Bergman, which at the time was heavily promoted during the tours, and, the excerpts they played on this tour were different from what they played during Two Hands One Mouth! They played "I Am Ingmar Bergman", The Studio Commissary (my favourite song on Bergman), Limo Driver (but sang by Russell, and HOW!) and "Oh My God". (Here's a video of it from one of the American shows. It's extremely good. People who've been around for a while have seen me lose it over this video many times.)
The most unexpected song choice was probably Katherine Hepburn. Me and my friend had been joking for absolute months that we were going to see Sparks and they'd play Katherine Hepburn (as if that would ever happen, we were obsessed with that song though!). And here we were, and they were playing Katherine Hepburn right in front of our eyes. (What is reality.)
Falling In Love With Myself Again had me losing it over the organ sounds, always a fan of Ron on organ, and I LOVE that song. Russell sang a line in my direction (I died), and he managed to throw another line at me during Those Mysteries ...I died a few times that night. As you might expect. That was kind of the whole THOM/TROTHOM experience anyway. Lots of dying. But the variety of dying where you end up in heaven. (You're at a Sparks show after all.)
They wrote a song especially for this tour, which was not released but only ever played live: Revenge Of Two Hands One Mouth. What a thing to experience! A very dark song, but wonderful. (REVENGE! REVENGE REVENGE!)
At the end of the show Ron took a photo of Russell with the audience. I don't really remember that happening, but the photo exists and it really was not a thing they did often back then. We had been a good audience :)
Here's all the songs that were probably played that night in random order:
Your Call's Very Important To Us. Please Hold., B.C., Good Morning, Here In Heaven, Academy Award Performance, Those Mysteries, Falling In Love With Myself Again, Big Boy, Nicotina, Popularity, This Town Ain't Big Enough For Both Of Us, excerpts from The Seduction Of Ingmar Bergman, Tryouts For The Human Race, Katherine Hepburn, Revenge Of Two Hands One Mouth. They likely also played The Number One Song in Heaven, When Do I Get To Sing 'My Way' and Suburban Homeboy. (I see mentions of How Are You Getting Home? and How Do I Get To Carnegie Hall? in setlists for this tour as well, which they very well might have played but I very sadly have zero memory of ever hearing those songs live.)
This tour had a real air of mystery, possibly even more so than Two Hands One Mouth, as the lack of existing footage definitely adds to it. But luckily some of it *is* out there, and I am so grateful for these photos :) On top of the songs I especially mentioned above, I would also advise people to look for recordings of Tryouts For The Human Race and Popularity from this tour, because the arrangements are probably not going to be the way you expect them to be. And as you might expect: B.C. is stunning live. (I could start a whole rant about Good Morning and Suburban Homeboy live but I think I sufficiently screamed about both in my personal notes on THOM the year prior.) Final note: I know Russell had some sort of dance move for Big Boy because me and another friend couldn't stop talking about it for months. I don't remember what he did, but both THOM and TROTHOM were wonderful for Russell dances <3
#I really needed to get that out of my system and onto the blog :)#I may do one of these posts for all shows I've seen at some point.#(I know I've yet to put my notes from 2023 on here and I've been working on them!)#sparks#sparks (band)#russell mael#ron mael#the revenge of two hands one mouth#trothom#bristol#november 27 2013#2013#10's#i was there#I put the whole story under a read more so that you don't have to deal with that if you just want to look at photos :)#tour notes
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Love is a spider
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Pairing: og8 X gn reader
Genre: Comfort/hurt
Word Count: 9.5K
A/N: To the requester, I may have went a bit overboard by a bit. Can you blame me? Anyway, in these drabbles, you're a bit of a people pleaser and the guys kind of clock you for it. Some of them are softer than others. Hyunjin's is a little angsty because a little angst adds some spice.
I'm so sorry this is out a little later than planned. I have had literally one of the worst weeks of the entire year. I hope that never happens again. Never fear, life goes on and we keep trudging along. I hope everyone is slaying and finding their own versions of happiness. It's almost over now, but happy six years to the band!!
You can ignore the rest of this, but I'm going to ramble because people pleasing can really suck. I wish brains weren't wired that way because people pleasing is not the least bit swell when it's destroying you from the inside out. Some of you baddies out there need to hear that it's okay to put up boundaries and focus on your own happiness.
I wish someone would have screamed that in my face at some point when I was younger. It is okay and normal to put up boundaries. It is not okay for people to walk all over you, belittle you, and cause you mental or physical harm. You are allowed to take up space.
There is one quote that says "stop breaking yourself down into bite-sized pieces. Stay whole and let them choke." I love that quote. I used to be one of the biggest people pleasers around and it made me so miserable to the point where I quite literally had a full mental breakdown. We're only meant for so much until we break.
Practice makes perfect and the more you practice saying no, the better you get at it. The better you get, the easier it is to reinforce boundaries. The stronger the boundaries, the more strength you have, the easier it is to say no. It's so much easier said than done, but I swear, once you start it, it makes life so much easier.
Also the title of this drabble is inspired by the song 'Spider' by Kai Bosch. It's so good and actually one of my favorites at the moment. I keep looping it because that's how much I like it. Now that I've rambled, please enjoy <3
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Chan:
Dating Chan had its pros and cons. On one hand, you never had a better relationship with anyone before. Since he was so used to being out in public and interacting with multiple different people, Chan wasn’t afraid of your romantic relationship.
He knew what he wanted and he communicated everything perfectly. Every want, every need, every like, and every dislike, you knew them. On the other hand, you were still figuring out how relationships worked properly. The last romantic relationship you fell into, it left you scarred in more ways than one.
That’s why it took you so long to finally agree to meeting the rest of Chan’s band. It was a huge step outside your comfort zone. The whole day, Chan had been gushing and practically bouncing on the balls of his feet.
You weren’t just nervous, you were terrified. Your stomach churned uncomfortably with anxiety. You kept zoning out and internally freaking out. There were so many thoughts inside your head.
What if they didn’t like you? What if you made an awful first impression? What if you screwed something up and made a fool out of yourself? What if they thought you were insufferable? On and on, the thoughts spiraled out of control.
Before you knew it, Chan was driving you to his dorm. It was the place where he figured you’d be the most comfortable. Plus, the guys could scatter about and do their own things. All the attention didn’t have to be on you.
It seemed to be going alright for the first few minutes. Chan introduced all the guys to you and a few minutes later, you needed to use the bathroom. Glancing around for Chan, he had moved out into the kitchen to help Lee Know and Felix with cooking.
Left alone amongst the other guys, you sucked in a deep breath trying to contain your inner panic. A few feet away, Han picked up on your discomfort and asked if you were alright. Upon realizing that he knew your mood, you quickly apologized.
He brushed it off and more time went by. Eventually, you were led to the bathroom. When you came out, you bumped straight into Seungmin. Apologies flew out of your mouth rather quickly. He laughed and brushed it off.
You apologized multiple times throughout the night, even when apologies weren’t needed. Like the time you accidentally spilled your drink. When you sat in a seat that was apparently reserved for Jeongin. When you grabbed a paper towel for Chan and accidentally tore a rip across it.
Chan knew you struggled with anxiety sometimes, but as the night went on, he started realizing just how much you were apologizing. Every time you did it, you looked terrified, almost like you’d be yelled at or lectured. It was to the point where it was getting concerning.
Felix made brownies for dessert. While eating one of them, crumbs fell on your shirt. When Hyunjin pointed them out and began laughing, along with an added joke from Seungmin, you looked like you were about to cry.
Beside you, Chan shot the two of them a warning glare to knock it off. They quickly changed the subject to taunting Jeongin for a terrible dance move he performed during practice. The attention went off of you and onto the three of them.
While the guys were distracted, Chan grabbed your hand and tugged you into the safety of his room. It smelled like the cologne he always wore. Comfort flooded your system easily.
“I’m really sorry,” you started after a few moments.
Chan frowned, feeling confused, “for what?”
“For messing up this thing with the guys. I understand if you want to break up with me. Actually, I can just let myself out.” You reached an arm out and headed towards the door.
Chan leaned forward and grabbed your wrist gently. “Baby, what are you talking about? You haven’t messed anything up.”
“I’m a mess. I’ve ruined so many things tonight. I’m sorry, I-” A lump began to form in your throat.
Chan gently pushed a finger towards your lips. “Why are you apologizing so much? You haven’t done anything wrong.”
You moved your head away with a sniffle. “Yes, I have. I’ve done dumb things and made people uncomfortable. Apologizing is the right thing to do.”
“Made people uncomfortable? You haven’t hurt anyone’s feelings.”
“I took Jeongin’s chair for dinner.”
“That’s not a big deal, baby. The guys never have assigned seats. They were just screwing around like they always do. Did something happen somewhere that made you feel like you always have to apologize?”
“But it’s the right thing to do.”
“Yeah, when the time is right. You don’t need to apologize over the small things, sweetheart.”
“The last person I dated kind of made me feel really shitty a lot. They didn’t like a lot of the things that I did and they weren’t afraid to tell me.”
“So…you apologized?” Chan guessed with a raised eyebrow.
You nodded.
“From now on, you’re not allowed to apologize for little things. Every time you apologize for something little during the rest of the night, I’m kissing you in front of the guys.”
“We can’t do that! I’m sorry, but w-” You were cut off with soft lips against your own for a few moments. When Chan pulled away, your cheeks were dark red. You swallowed and tried to regain your composure.
“Aw, you’re so cute when you blush. I guess you’d better stop apologizing, I mean, unless you want the guys to see us kissing.” A teasing grin began to stretch across his face.
Without even thinking about it, you reached up and playfully slapped his chest. Realizing what you did, panic flooded your face. “Fuck, I’m so sorry! I-”
You were cut off once again by his lips against yours.
_ _ _
Minho:
With a sigh, Minho kicked off his shoes and placed his car and house key onto the stand by the door. He jerked off his jacket and hung it up on a hanger. Trying to be as quiet as possible, he crept towards your shared bedroom door.
His feet slid over the floor through the darkened house. His fingers grabbed the brass knob to the bedroom and he slowly opened it. The soft hum of the fan filled the air. The room was pitch dark. He pushed the door open further and stepped inside.
“Minho?” Your voice called out. You popped up out of your bundle of blankets and turned on the bedside lamp. Both of you blinked at the sudden brightness.
“You’re up?” He asked. “You’re seriously up, again? Baby, it’s really late and you have work early in the morning. I know you want to see me, but you need to get some sleep.”
“I know, but I wanted to see you.” A frown filled your face. “I missed you so much and I just couldn’t wait.”
He moved over to the dresser and pulled out a pair of pajamas. You watched his bare back as he ripped off his shirt and slid into a different one. Realizing you were staring after a few seconds, you averted your eyes. “So how was your day?”
“It was alright,” he shrugged.
“You’re not going to give me the specifics?”
“Nope. Not now. We can talk about that in the morning. Right now, you need to get some sleep.”
“But I-”
“Nope. Have you seen yourself lately? You look like you’re sleep deprived.”
“But I’m not!” You tried to argue back.
“Is that why you keep taking naps on the weekends?”
“Well…” You couldn’t fight back because he got you there. Staying up after midnight really was taking a toll considering that you had to be up at six in the morning. The days you stayed up later, you struggled through exhaustion.
Lately, you spent your days nursing coffee and energy drinks, trying to bring back the momentum, but they could only do so much. Recently, it seemed like you were more irritable and Minho was right. Brown bags sat beneath your eyes, your energy was low, and your co-workers kept making sure you were alright.
“I don’t want to make you unhappy,” you finally got out. “I really love you, you know? You usually look really excited when I’m still up. I like greeting you when you get home. I just want to make you happy.”
Minho headed over towards the bed, pulled down the blankets, and slipped beside you. “You make me happy in a lot of ways and I love you too. Trust me, you won’t hurt my feelings if you’re sleeping when I get home. In fact, I want you to be sleeping.”
“I love seeing you, but you look really cute when you’re asleep too. Imagine if you woke up in my arms. That sounds so exciting. Imagine you get enough sleep and you wake up to me holding you. The perks? You get enough sleep and I get to snuggle you.”
“And you’re okay with that? Because I could continue to stay up and I-”
He leaned up and lightly flicked your nose. “You need to get some sleep before your co-workers show up at our house. Yesterday, you said you were really freaking one guy out because you kept falling asleep while standing up.”
You finally nodded in agreement. He tugged you towards his chest and plopped down on his pillow. “When we wake up, we’ll have the most amazing breakfast and I’ll tell you all about my day and you can tell me about your day.”
“Promise?” You asked.
He nodded and shut his eyes. You laid there soaking in his warmth until you shifted. You shut your eyes, but nothing happened. You shifted again and again until Minho opened his eyes again. “What are you doing?”
“I can’t get comfortable and my brain won’t shut off.”
“Probably because I came home an hour earlier tonight. Your body is used to going to bed around the time I come home later.”
“I can’t help it!” You huffed clearly annoyed as your lips stuck out in a pout. “I feel like something is missing, but I don’t know what.”
“Maybe if you wouldn’t have been a brat and stayed up until I got home,” he started.
You stuck your tongue out at him and shifted again. Silence filled the room as the two of you tried to sleep. After a few more minutes, you jerked into a sitting up position. Beside you, Minho frowned with his eyes closed. “I think you’re right, something is missing.”
You thought about it for a while before your eyes widened. You jerked off the blankets and scrambled to get out of the bed. Beside you, Minho finally sat up and watched you nearly faceplant as you left. “Where are you going?”
“We forgot to get the cats!”
“The cats?” His face twisted in confusion. “The ca- Holy shit! We forgot the cats!” He shoved off his own blankets and scrambled after you.
Twenty minutes later, the two of you were sound asleep. Snuggled in different parts of the blankets were Soonie, Doongie, and Dori. The five of you fell asleep rather quickly comforted by the warmth of one another and the tranquility that transpired around the room.
_ _ _
Changbin:
During the first week that you dated Changbin, you bought him a shirt he mentioned he wanted to you in passing. When he unwrapped the soft pink wrapping paper and he unraveled the shirt, the happiness sparkling in his eyes locked in your brain.
During the second week of your relationship, he mentioned he really liked a new drink that he found at the grocery store. When he joked that it was the only thing he wanted to drink from now on, you took that seriously. You bought him multiple packs of it to keep in his dorm refrigerator.
When the second week wrapped into the third, you bought him a new pair of Airpods because he lost the last pair. You couldn’t stand his frown and how bummed he was about it. When you replaced the exact case that he had also lost, he nearly hugged you to death.
He didn’t realize what you were doing at first. At first, he thought your actions were cute. He knew some people showed their love through giving gifts. Sure, he felt a little guilty about it, but you looked so happy when you handed them to him. You were practically a little ball of sunshine that he couldn’t resist.
The last thing you got him, you took your time wrapping it, and you brought it straight into the JYP recording studio. You knew that he’d be there finishing up his recordings. As you were going in with your box, Chan and Han were coming out.
“Oh,” Han’s eyes lit up, “what’s that?”
“I bet it’s another gift,” Chan teased.
“Wow, Changbin is so lucky.”
“You really know how to spoil him rotten.”
You laughed and responded. After talking for a few more moments, the two walked off to head back to their dorm. Apparently, Changbin was still inside finishing up the last few lyrics of a song.
You knocked a few times before you pushed open the door. Changbin was in a black t-shirt with a face mask tucked beneath his chin. His eyes were narrowed down in a notebook and his pencil scribbled rapidly. “What did you forget this time?”
“Uh…nothing?”
“Oh!” His face lit up. “It’s you! Hi, baby! Give me a moment to finish writing these lyrics. How did you get inside? I didn’t think security would have let you in.”
“Well, they probably wouldn’t have, but Felix was talking to the security guard when I came up. He told him to let me in because the two of us were dating. The security guard seemed hesitant, but Felix does what Felix does best.”
“Melts the hearts of everyone around him with his angelic being?”
“Yeah, something like that.” You laughed and placed the wrapped box down on the studio couch. Changbin continued scribbling for a bit and you stood patiently with your hands folded in front of you.
“Alright, I’m finished!” He pushed his chair away from the wooden desk he was crouched over and glanced back towards you. “Should we go get dinn- oh, what’s that?”
“It’s a present.”
“That looks like an awfully big present. Should I be scared?” He raised an eyebrow as he studied the light green wrapping paper. There was a big silver bow on the top of it.
“I think you’re really going to like it.” You picked it up and handed it to him. He was shocked by just how big it was. The thing easily fit across the length of his lap.
He hesitated before he grabbed a piece of the folded paper along the side. A loud rip filled the air as he jerked it. At first, his face lit up as he revealed the internal packaging, but it didn’t take long before his face fell.
You purchased him the lego set that he had been admiring in the window of your latest trip to the mall. The lego set was pretty big and it easily cost a couple hundred bucks. At first the gesture was sweet, but this was too much.
“You don’t like it?” Your voice came out softly.
“No, no, no! I-I do, but I…” He sighed and sucked in a deep breath. “Baby, why do you buy me so many gifts?” His eyes went up to meet yours. There was genuine curiosity on his face.
“You don’t like the gifts?”
“I do like the gifts, but I’m starting to think you’re spending way too much money on me. Why do you feel the need to buy me so many gifts? A lot of what you’ve been buying costs quite a bit of money. I don’t want you to waste your hard earned money on me.”
“I’m not wasting my money on you.” You suddenly felt like the size of a grape. All that happiness and joy in your heart, all that excitement slipped out of your heart like a deflated balloon. “I just wanna make you happy.”
“Honey, you make me feel like the luckiest man in the world, even without these big gifts. I like that you want to make me feel happy, but this,” he tapped the box of legos, “this is too much. I feel bad for receiving this. This costed so much of your money.”
You couldn’t help it, tears filled your eyes. He instantly frowned and shifted. You frantically blinked trying to keep them from falling, but they dripped onto your cheeks. You wiped them away as Changbin placed the legos onto the floor. He leaned over and pulled you close to him.
“Hey, hey, hey, please don’t cry. I didn’t mean to make you cry. That’s the last thing I ever wanted to do. I don’t want you to spend all this money on me. I want you to spend all this money on you. I want you to be selfish for yourself.”
He wiped more fallen tears and tugged you onto his lap. You sniffled and allowed him to. “Why do you feel like you need to buy me such large items?”
“I-I don’t know. I guess I just feel like I’m not good enough. Maybe if I buy you things you really like, maybe you’ll stick around. Maybe I can buy your love and I-”
“Woah, woah, woah. Buy my love?” He gently cupped your cheeks between his hands. “Sweetheart, you don’t need to buy my love. Not at all! I’m with you because I love you. I wouldn’t be with someone if I didn’t like them.”
“I’m afraid you’ll leave,” you whispered.
His heart broke even more and he shook his head. “If I was ever thinking about leaving you, I’d bring it up to you. I wouldn’t keep you in the dark about anything like that. Relationships are very serious things and I’d never shut you out or try to hurt your feelings on purpose. Never.”
“So no more gifts?” You asked.
“Well, I won’t say that. You seem like you really like giving gifts, right?”
You nodded your head. He wiped his thumbs beneath your eyes again. “If you’d like to give me gifts, how about something small? Like maybe one of my favorite snacks? Or you could do something else.”
“Like?”
“We could go on adventures together. We can go half and half and go on fun dates. Hyunjin just recently told me about a couple’s private pottery class that his pottery teacher hosts. How about something like that? We’ll make memories together, have fun, and we’ll have a shared experience.”
“I guess that does sound pretty good.”
He smiled and gently poked your cheek trying to cheer you up even more. You blushed and couldn’t help, but smile back. Your eyes went down to the lego set beside your feet. “Are you really going to make me take it back?”
“Why not?”
“Because I really want you to have it and I spent good money on that. Plus, I don’t want to go back to the mall. They’re going to ask why I want to return it and I’m not good at lying. I don’t want to admit that my boyfriend didn’t want it.”
“Well…” Changbin’s eyes followed yours. “It is a really cool lego set and you did spend a bunch on it. I would like you to take it back, but I will admit that it’d look super cool in my room.”
“So will you keep it just this once?”
He sighed before he caved. “I suppose, but this is it! If you do something like this again, I’m forcing you to take it back. I’ll hold your hand and drag you into the store. I’ll make it as dramatic as possible, so you’ll be too embarrassed to ever do it again.”
Your cheeks went red again as you nodded in agreement. Changbin’s gaze went back up to you. “So how about we take this back to my dorm with the rest of the guys? I’ll order us food and we can put this together. Maybe we can have the other guys help us because this is going to take hours.”
“That sounds like fun.”
“Maybe even a full year to put together.”
“I don’t think that’s how this works.”
“You don’t know that. What if it takes a century? How about a millennium?”
“Okay, now you’re just being dramatic.”
“I can’t help it!” He tossed his hands in the air. “I live with Hyunjinnie! What did you expect to happen? 3racha doesn’t just rub off on Hyunjin, he rubs off on us too!”
_ _ _
Hyunjin:
“You’re being such a fucking bitch!”
They were just words, but it might as well have been a slap in the face. The look of hurt on your face was one that Hyunjin would never forget as he stormed out of the apartment and slammed the door after him. He slammed it hard enough that the walls shook.
You shut your eyes and sucked in a deep breath trying not to cry. You were under a lot of stress from work and he was under stress from some stupid controversy that had happened with his band. It was a minor thing, but the management team was grilling all of them behind the scenes.
The argument was just a simple miscommunication on both your ends. You were both irritated and frustrated due to external factors. It wasn’t much of a surprise when the two of you started to argue, but you didn’t think it’d get this far.
With your head down, you walked over to the couch. You collapsed onto it and curled your head into the arm. The mixture of high strung emotions whirled into a tornado and now both of you were hurt. Your heart ached due to the cursing and all Hyunjin could feel was guilt.
You cried and cried and cried until you ended up crying yourself to sleep in the living room. Outside, Hyunjin went on a walk trying to clear his head. He couldn’t believe he had said something like that to you. He was absolutely gutted about it.
If there was an award for the world’s shittiest boyfriend, he’d have it in the bag. He couldn’t believe he fucked up this badly and it was absolutely unforgivable. His brain started to spiral out of control.
What if you broke up with him? What if you never wanted to see him again? What if you went to the public and released this information to the press and the fans? He nearly had himself in tears as he took off running back towards the apartment. God, what would his band members think? They’d never forgive him for this.
Nearly tripping over his feet, soaked in sweat, he shoved open the door and rushed inside. He walked through the brightly lit living room and was about to head towards your room until he found you curled up into a ball on the edge of the leather couch.
For the first few moments, he was smitten. Your back moved up and down slowly as soft snores came from your mouth. He couldn’t have been outside longer than twenty minutes.
It was quickly ripped apart when he remembered what he did. Remembering it was like a knife fileted across his stomach. He sucked in a deep breath, moved over to you, and gently shook your shoulder. He softly called your name trying to get you to wake up.
You shifted at the touch and hummed softly. Your eyelashes were clumped together from tears. When you jerked your head and blearily opened your eyes, Hyunjin’s heart crumbled at the sight of your bloodshot eyes.
“Baby?” His voice called out softly. He gently stretched a hand out towards you. He held his breath waiting for your reaction.
“Hmm?”
He sat down beside you quickly and tugged you into his lap. “I’m so sorry for yelling at you. I’m so sorry for calling you a bitch. I-I don’t know how to make it up to you, but it’ll never happen again.” His eyes became glossier as he spoke. His voice wavered as if he was on the verge of tears.
“It’s fine,” you weakly got out. “We were both upset and you snapped. It’s not a big deal.”
“But it is a big deal. I hurt you terribly and said something that never should have come out of my mouth. Darling, I’m so, so, so sorry.”
“I’ve been called worse,” you mumbled. You were still half asleep with your head on his chest. “I was kinda being a bitch, so you weren’t wrong.”
“No, you weren’t! I was being an asshole. Please don’t ever accept me calling you names. Never accept anyone calling you names. It’s pathetic and it’s low. You’re so much better than that.”
“Not really,” you shook your head, “it’s okay, seriously.”
Tears dripped down Hyunjin’s cheeks. Not only had he done the unimaginable, but now he realized you had low self-esteem. He shook his head, unable to accept your words.
“No, it’s not okay. You are beautiful and you are lovely. You are a wonderful person and you’re very intelligent. You’re someone I can’t live without and, best of all, you’re my muse. I’m so sorry that I hurt you.”
“I-”
He cut you off, “no. You don’t get to say mean things about yourself. You don’t get to accept what I told you. I was a fucking piece of shit and I hate that I can’t take back the words. I’m sorry, so please, if it’s okay with you, just let me hold you for a while.”
The tears were back in your own eyes as you nodded. You had been called a variety of names in your lifetime. Once upon a time, with an awful friend, you accepted every awful thing they said about you. You were too afraid to stand up for yourself, so you took in the words constantly.
You heard them so much that you began to believe them. Internally, those words had damaged you far more than you’d ever admit. There were thorns in your heart that still jutted out.
Sure, Hyunjin’s words and the actions that followed, they really were wrong. Nothing he could say could take them back, but, at least, he was trying to make it right. You couldn’t stand the way he looked with tears in his eyes.
You adjusted yourself and wrapped around his torso like a koala. He hugged you against his chest tight and rested his head on top of yours. He was so glad that you were still here and were willing to hear him out.
_ _ _
Han:
“I’m really sorry,” you got out with a grimace. “I know, I know I shouldn’t, but she’s my friend. I can’t leave her hanging all alone. She’s a mom now and I bet that’s really exhausting.”
Han frowned while watching you lace up your shoes. For the third time, you were canceling the date that the two of you were supposed to go on. All he wanted to do was spend time with you, but your friend kept taking advantage of your kindness.
It was okay, at first, and he understood. Parenting could be hard and it was healthy to take breaks. However, your friend kept constantly asking you to watch her kid. She never paid you for it and she asked in the spur of the moment. There was never time to preplan anything which kept throwing off what you had with Han.
Your boyfriend’s patience and understanding only went so far. In your eyes, you were trying to be a good friend. In his eyes, you were being used as a free babysitter because your friend didn’t want to deal with the responsibility of having a kid. It was frustrating and it was annoying, especially when it kept ruining your date nights.
“I’ll be back later,” you managed to get out. You were starting to feel upset about the situation yourself. Dealing with a baby, one that was only a few months old, was a lot of work.
After being at work all day, you wanted to lie down and cuddle with Han. You wanted to go with him to do some low energy activity and then come back home and cuddle. Both of you were introverted and you liked it that way.
Dating an introvert was the best decision you ever made. Sure, occasionally, the two of you liked to go do something you both enjoyed. Most of your time was spent at home where you were relaxed. You weren’t overstimulated and you weren’t overwhelmed.
“What’s the reasoning this time?” Han grumbled, unable to stop himself from being bitter. He was tired of your friend’s bullshit. If she wanted you to watch her kid so much, the least she could do was pay you.
“Um…” You trailed off knowing that your response would upset him.
“Is it something dumb?”
“I-I guess,” you shrugged, “she wants to go to the bar.”
“Are you being serious?” He whined. “Baby, that’s not fair! She can wait until the weekend to get plastered, it’s literally only Tuesday! I made restaurant reservations in an hour and now I have to move them again!”
“I’m really sorry, but she’s my friend.”
“She’s using you!”
“But she ju-”
“Why are you making excuses for her? You know that I’m right. This isn’t helping your relationship with her. You’re not getting paid for this either. You’re babysitting her child and now, when she gets home, you’ll have to babysit her too because she’s going to come home drunk.”
“What am I supposed to do? She’s my friend! I can’t just leave her to suffer alone and I-”
“Woah,” his eyes widened in shock, “since when is parenting suffering? Your friend knew what she was getting into and you know it. She planned this pregnancy and she went on and on and on about all the baby books she read.”
“I know that it’s hard to be a single-parent. It’s overwhelming and it’s awful, but you know what? I love you!” Your face scrunched up in confusion from his words. “And I don’t like seeing you being taken advantage of because you’re too kind.”
“You keep chasing after your friend and you keep giving her an excuse to abandon her duties as a parent to go have fun. It’d be different if this was planned in advance and if you were being paid for it or something, but she keeps doing this!”
“But-”
He held up his hand to silence you. “This time she wants to go to a bar. The last time, she had a nail appointment. The time before that? She wanted to go to the bar again. When you’re a parent, you have to do what’s best for your child and sometimes that means sacrificing things for yourself.”
You stayed silent hating that he was right. Ever since your friend gave birth, she had been leaning on you a lot. It made sense, in the beginning, and you didn’t mind, but it was starting to become a huge issue.
It’s not that you didn’t like her child because you did. He was adorable and he listened well, but you didn’t want to have a kid and the responsibilities that came with it. At least, not at this time.
“I don’t want to hurt her feelings,” you finally admitted. “I feel really shitty if I say no. I just…I don’t want to be an asshole.”
“I know you don’t.” Han walked towards you, grabbed your hands, and tugged you off the couch. “But does it really make you an asshole if you’re putting yourself first? Sometimes you have to give people some tough love. Your friend can’t avoid her parenting responsibilities forever.”
You let out a sigh and nodded your head. “I’ll go talk to her. I’ll come back and-” You paused before your eyes met his own sparkling eyes. “Is it alright if I meet you at the restaurant?”
“Really?”
You nodded again.
He screeched in delight and jerked you over his shoulder. You shrieked as he spun around and bounced a few times. Your shrieks turned into laughter as he cheered.
Once he finished, he put you back down. “I’m so proud of you for creating boundaries.” He reached over and planted a gentle kiss on your lips. “I’ll text you the restaurant location and then we’re getting drinks to celebrate. Now,” he shoved you towards the door, “get out and go talk to your friend.”
“I believe in you and you can do this! No matter what happens, even if it backfires, you’ve got this! Honeybun, you can do anything and handle any problem that comes your way. Wait!” He rushed towards you and placed a kiss on your cheek. “For good luck!” He beamed.
You laughed and thanked him as you left the apartment. Once you were outside, you sucked in a deep breath. This was terrifying and anxiety-inducing. You were sure your friend would be upset at your decision, but Han was right, you couldn’t keep bowing down to your friend and watching her kid all the time.
It wasn’t making you happy. It wasn’t fair to the baby because you weren’t their parent. It wasn’t fair that your friend was able to keep avoiding responsibilities either. As you approached your car, you reminded yourself silently that Han believed in you. In turn, it made you believe in yourself too.
_ _ _
Felix:
It was all going wrong. Everything was going wrong. Felix’s birthday was today and you were screwing up massively. You had everything planned out perfectly and then your mother ruined it.
Usually, you put aside extra money to splurge on things. You weren’t the best when it came to money. In fact, you struggled with it. Every time you had money, all you wanted to do was spend it. It was a bad habit that you had just yet to break.
Lately, you had bought a few gifts for Felix. You picked out a few new games for his Nintendo Switch that you’d thought he’d like. Plus, you found a few new articles of clothes that were his style. You even managed to purchase a bottle of the fancy cologne he liked to wear because you realized he was getting low on it.
You splurged on the wrapping paper and the gift bags. Gift wrapping wasn’t your forte, but you were determined to impress Felix. This was the first year the two of you were dating and you were excited to throw him his own small party between the two of you. You spent nearly three hours on YouTube studying the perfect way to wrap gifts.
When you found the video you liked the most, you took another two hours following along and neatly following the tutorials. You kept the gifts hidden beneath your bed and away from Felix for a few days, so he had no idea.
You went out of your way to design a special cake. There was a bakery in the area that had raving reviews. They made custom cakes and you already had an idea of a cake you wanted to create. Since he spent so much time playing Animal Crossing and listening to Animal Crossing music, you wanted to get him to follow that theme.
You were making a simple sketch of what you wanted. You planned to take it down to the bakery and have them create it. You had a price range and everything. Everything was perfect and then your phone rang.
You were on your way towards the bakery, it wasn’t far away. When you picked up the phone, you realized it was your mom. You swiped the call and pressed the phone up to your ear. “Hello?” You answered.
You paused and listened for a moment before your face fell. “Did you seriously? Mom!” You cried out. You couldn’t help the frustration that built up in your voice.
“Don’t you ‘mom’ me!” Your mother shot back. “You’re old enough that you should be giving back to me. I helped raise you! I put food on your plate and a roof over your head! I fed you and I gave you an education.”
You gritted your teeth and rolled your eyes at her response. After a while, you hung up the phone frustrated and upset. You returned back home and tried to fall back into your usual upbeat persona. You must have done a good job because Felix didn’t realize that something was wrong.
The day before, you went to your mother’s house to help her make a meal. You put the small backpack you carried with your jacket. What you didn’t realize was that while you were out cooking, your mother got into your things and stole the cash you pulled out of the bank, specifically, for Felix’s cake.
She constantly harassed you for money and sometimes you gave in. You couldn’t help it. Every time she pulled out the excuse of raising you, you felt guilty. It was like a kick to the back of the knees and you collapsed every time.
You struggled to figure out what to do. You didn’t want to borrow money from anyone. You definitely weren’t going to make Felix buy his own cake. You didn’t want to wait until the end of the week before your next paycheck came in, so you decided on the next best thing.
The next best thing, apparently, wasn’t the best idea. You thought you were making the recipe right for homemade cake, two days later. Everything was going alright until you tasted the batter. You instantly gagged and spit out the mixture.
As you flipped back through the recipe, you realized that you had followed the recipe perfectly. However, you somehow managed to mix salt with sugar. The supposed sweetened batter was now a salty wreck.
You cursed beneath your breath and dumped the mixture. You pulled out another bowl to remake and remeasure everything. While you were trying to recreate the recipe, Felix walked right into the kitchen.
His sudden appearance caught you way off guard. You jumped while pouring flour and suddenly the bowl of half-made liquid cake was coated in way too much flour. A lump sat in the back of your throat as your face fell.
“Oh,” Felix frowned, “I’m so sorry, baby. I thought you heard me come through the door. What are you making? I’ll help you remake it.” He sent you a reassuring smile, reached over, set a hand on top of your head, and playfully messed up your hair.
All you could think about was how much he would have loved the Animal Crossing cake. The cake would have been moist and light. The frosting wouldn’t be too sweet and it wouldn’t overwhelm him.
A strangled squabble came from your throat. Felix blinked in confusion and raised an eyebrow. “Baby, are you alright?”
“I was supposed to get you a cake!” You blurted out. “I had this plan to get you an amazing cake with Tom Nook on it. I was going to recreate your little house and your character. It was going to be so cute and t-then-” you sucked in a shaky breath feeling like you were going to cry. “My mom took my money when I was at her house. I-I’m so sorry.”
“It was going to be a cute cake. It was going to be custom made and it was supposed to be here, but I couldn’t even pay to have the bakers make it. I wanted to put it here and surprise you. I was going to make you a homemade one to try and make up for it, but I keep fucking it up.”
A soft smile filled Felix’s face. “You were going to get an Animal Crossing cake for me?”
“You love that game a lot.”
“And I also love you a lot. It was an incredibly sweet idea, but don’t beat yourself up over it. I’ll be more than happy to have anything you bake me. I know you’d bake a homemade cake with plenty of love. That’s something that Tom Nook doesn’t know anything about.”
You suddenly broke into a laugh as tears filled your eyes. “I’m sorry,” you finally finished. “I’m just really not having a great day. I should be having the best day ever. You popped out of your mom’s womb on this day and that was the greatest gift of all.”
“Woah, okay, how about we stop right there?” He laughed. “We really don’t need to talk about my mother’s womb.”
“I should call her and thank her.”
“I don’t know how she’d respond to that. So anyway, what about your mom stealing your money? Is she going to give it back?”
And so, you and Felix worked side-by-side making a third cake batter and placing it in the oven. He listened to you ramble about your mom while the two of you tossed ingredients into a bowl. You explained how guilty she made you feel and how you’d occasionally give her money because of that guilt.
“Sweetheart, I don’t think that’s healthy. You don’t owe your parents anything. As a parent, it’s their responsibility to provide for you. They shouldn’t be making you feel guilty for that.”
“I can’t help it, it’s the people pleasing part of me.”
“I understand because I’m like that too sometimes. You’ve just gotta do what’s best for you. Your mom can be a little…um….”
“Crazy?” You finished for him.
“Well, I was looking for a nicer word, but yes. She can be a little much sometimes. You seem to be a lot happier when you don’t interact with her. I think you should focus on what makes you happy.”
The two of you continued to talk. When the cake was baked, Felix leaned over to pull it from the oven, and you rushed to your room to grab the presents you had. He placed the cake on the stove to let it cool. When he turned back around, he blinked in shock.
A few wrapped presents and a gift bag sat upon the counter that the two of you had just cleaned up a few moments prior. When his curious eyes met yours, you smiled at him. “Just because I couldn’t get the cake, it doesn’t mean I couldn’t spoil you with gifts. Happy birthday, baby.”
_ _ _
Seungmin:
Seungmin’s heart stopped beating when he heard you sobbing. He just came home from the studio. There wasn’t time to take off his shoes. His brain instantly went to the worst thing and he sprinted towards the sound.
He didn’t knock, he just shoved the bedroom door open with wide eyes. You were a wreck with your face in the pillow. He rushed towards you in a panic. “Hey, hey, hey, why are you crying?” He hurried over and plopped down beside you.
His hand instantly went towards your back to comfort you. Upon hearing his voice, you cried into your pillow harder. There was something embarrassing about being vulnerable in front of your significant other.
“Baby, please talk to me. I don’t know what’s wrong if you don’t tell me. Did something happen?” He gently scooped his hands beneath your stomach and shifted you into a sitting position.
A thousand what-ifs were locked into his head. You sucked in a shaky deep breath and let out another sob. He frowned and wiped your tears away. You hiccuped through the final few sobs.
“I-I’m sorry,” you stuttered in a shrill voice. “I-I just-”
“It’s alright, you don’t have to apologize. Just tell me what’s wrong. I hate seeing you like this.” He frowned and wiped away your tears.
“M-My friend,” you managed to get out.
“Your friend? What happened? Did they get injured?” Fear struck his heart. “Did they die?”
You shook your head again frantically and your hair shook from side to side. “T-They just keep saying things a-and-” You burst into another sob.
His eyebrows scrunched in confusion. His arms wrapped around you while you sobbed. While he held you close to him, there was a vibration from beside you as your phone received another notification. Your fingers clenched around his arm and you cried harder.
Seungmin tried to console you, but you were a mess. He pressed his lips against the top of your scalp and continued to fight off your tears. He shushed you and rubbed your back. When your phone vibrated again, he finally glanced down at your phone.
Your head was buried in his chest. You were a wreck from what your friend was telling you. More quick vibrations filled your phone with every text sent your way. Seungmin’s eyes didn’t leave the screen as more and more text notifications filled the screen.
“Baby, who’s texting you?”
You didn’t respond. Your fingers clutched onto his shirt tighter. You buried your head in his chest more as if it’d help you escape your inner turmoil. The tighter you clung to him, the more worried he became.
He’d never seen you to the point of being unconsolable. Sure, you had your rough days before, but not like this. When your phone vibrated again, he didn’t ask. He reached over, unlocked your phone, and he glanced at the text messages.
He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but he definitely wasn’t expecting to find one of your close friends screaming every obscenity at you imaginable in capitalized letters. His jaw instantly clenched and his hand tightened around your phone screen.
“Baby, why the fuck are you being cursed out?”
“B-Because,” you hiccuped, “I said I didn’t want to hang out with them.”
“So why are they cursing at you?”
“They’re always like this when they don’t get their way. I’m h-having-” you hiccuped again, “a bad day and t-this just-”
“Was your tipping point?”
You sniffled and nodded. Seungmin frowned and scrolled through a few previous text messages. “They’re really always like this?”
“They’re kind of mean when they have a bad day.”
“Kind of?” Bewilderment stretched his eyebrows up. “Kind of?”
He read a little more and gasped. “I know this dumbfuck didn’t just call my significant other ugly. Now we have our own little beef. Ugly? Have they considered looking in the mirror? The love of my life is no such thing.”
He didn’t even ask, he just responded. When he was quiet for a while, you pulled your head out of his chest with wet cheeks. “What are yo-”
“Putting this cunt in their place.”
“Seungmin!” You cried shocked at the insult.
“Don’t ‘Seungmin’ me. They just said you looked like you were inbred and they have a big storm coming their way. I won’t let an ugly cunt insult the love of my life. Not when they look like they were shaken in the womb and came out disfigured in more ways than one.”
“You cannot be mean back!” You reached out and attempted to grab your phone. He jerked it out of your reach. “Seungmin!”
“I’m just getting to the good part, baby. Wait until I tell them that a New York City rat has more manners and class than them.”
“Seungmin!”
“Swing low and I go lower,” he shrugged innocently, “maybe they shouldn’t have been so mean. They can start it, but I’m ending it.”
You sighed, but you let him go. He seemed to be really focused on your phone. His eyes were narrowed and his thumbs moved frantically over the screen. He typed for quite a while before he hit the send button.
“Do I even want to know what you said?”
“Nope. Don’t worry,” he pressed a few more buttons, “because now you never have to deal with them again.”
“What did you do?”
“Blocked them after giving them a long insult that will be sure to affect their family for multiple generations after them.”
“You didn’t have to do that.”
“I’m not going to sit by and let an asshole insult my favorite person.”
You softened instantly and glanced up at him with heart eyes. “I’m your favorite person.”
“Maybe. It might have just slipped out. Anyway,” he stood up and grabbed your arm. You followed along and let him lead you into the bathroom. He pushed you in front of him and stood with his hands on your shoulders. You stood staring at your reflections in the bathroom mirror.
“What are we doing?”
“You’re going to repeat after me.”
“But I-”
“Nope, you’re not getting out of this. We’re going to stand here for five minutes and recite positive affirmations to dust off that negativity. After that, who knows, I might put a curse on that motherfucker.”
“Seungmin!”
“I’ll let Changbin beat them up and allow Lee Know to shove them in the air-fryer. Just wait until Felix finds out what they did to my precious gem. The sunshine is going to turn into a tornado and rip them apart. Now repeat after me, I am beautiful.”
You hesitated at first, but after a while, you were repeating the affirmations through laughter and smiles as Seungmin tickled you. Maybe he shouldn’t have gone off on your friend, but you were precious to him and he hated to see you cry. He’d do anything to cheer you up.
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Jeongin:
Another day meant another chance to thrive. In your case, it was another day to sleep whenever you could fit it. Today, it was in your car. You barely got into the driveway and got the car turned off. You instantly slumped forward and pressed your head against the cool steering wheel. You fell asleep rather quickly and were like that for a while.
Jeongin was used to coming home and finding your car in the parking lot. You got home an hour before him on most days. It wasn’t much of a surprise when he saw your familiar car in the parking lot. He parked his car behind you and shut it off.
After climbing out, he yawned and lifted his arms above his head in a stretch. There were a few quick pops from his spine and he hissed. Today, the band had dance practice. His body was sore in more than one area.
He shook out his limbs and began to head towards the apartment until he saw something out of the corner of his eye. With a frown, he glanced over towards your car. It took him a moment before he made your slumped figure out in the driver’s seat.
His eyes filled with horror and he rushed towards your side of the car. He gripped the side of the car and tugged on the handle. Unfortunately, it was locked. Panic engulfed him and he knocked on your window frantically.
You groaned at the noise interrupting your sleep. You shifted, but you didn’t lift up your head. Upon seeing this, he knocked at your window harder and tried to tug the handle again.
Realizing someone was attempting to get into your car, you finally glanced up to find your boyfriend at your window. His eyes were full of concern as he gestured for you to unlock the car.
You reached over, hit the unlock button, and you yawned. Jeongin flung the door open and hurried to your side. “Are you okay? Baby, please look at me.”
When your sleepy eyes met his, his worry increased. He gently grabbed your chin and turned your head to the side. His eyes scanned for a head injury. “Are you alright, sweetheart? Did you hit your head? Did you pass out or something? Have you eaten anything?”
“Hmm?”
“You were unconscious in the car.”
“Oh, yeah,” you shrugged, “I fell asleep.”
He let out a sigh of relief, stroked your chin a few times, and finally let go. “You scared the fuck out of me. I thought something had happened and I was going to have to call an ambulance. If you wouldn’t have unlocked the car, I probably would have broken the window.”
“I’m alright, I swear. I’m just tired, that’s all.” You rubbed your eyes with another yawn. “I’ve gotta head inside and get some sleep. My boss is probably going to want me to come into the office again early and stay late.”
“Baby, with all due respect, you’re like a walking zombie. I know you like pleasing your boss and the money is good, but this isn’t healthy for you.”
You let out a groan, but Jeongin stood his ground. “I know you don’t like hearing it, but you know I’m right. You need to focus on what’s best for you. Sometimes that means making sacrifices that might make other people unhappy, occasionally.”
He reached over and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “Let’s get you inside and taken care of. Have you eaten anything today?”
“I haven’t had time, honestly.”
He frowned again, but he didn’t lecture you. “Let’s start there and then we can go on. Let’s get you a quick bite to eat and then get you to bed, alright?”
You nodded in agreement. He held out his hand and you intertwined your fingers with his. You let him slowly tug you towards the house. Still half-asleep, you didn’t mind the babying he was doing for you. He plopped you down in a kitchen chair.
You rested your head in your hand and nearly fell back asleep. He quickly made the two of you instant ramen cups to share. You were teetering on the edge of conscious and unconsciousness. He gently shook you awake, so you can eat.
The two of you managed to have a decent conversation despite your yawns and tired voice. You managed to get halfway through the ramen before you nearly knocked it over as your body twitched while falling asleep.
He chuckled and moved your ramen away from you. “Alright, come on, let’s go.” He stood up, grabbed your hands, and gently tugged you up. “Let’s go get you all tucked in, sleepyhead.”
You hummed in agreement and let him lead you to the bed. He helped you out of your work clothes and into a pair of pajamas. When he was finished, he led you towards the bed and he tucked you beneath the covers.
Bending over you, he planted a soft kiss on your forehead. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” you sleepily mumbled with your eyes shut.
“Promise you’ll start to work less overtime? I don’t want you to fall asleep on the road and get into a car accident. I want you to be safe and healthy.”
You weakly nodded your head in agreement. He planted another kiss on your head before he laid down beside you. Happily, you snuggled into his warmth. His arms wrapped around you and he rested his head on top of yours.
You fell asleep rather quickly, but it took a little longer for him to follow. He was nearly asleep until your phone chirped with a new notification. Groggily, he reached over and grabbed your phone off the side table.
He stared at the text message from your boss and then he glanced over at you. You were sleeping rather peacefully and he didn’t want to wake you up. Taking his time, he slowly removed himself from your bed and crept with your phone out into the kitchen.
Far away from you, he called your boss and explained that you had been overworking yourself. When your boss heard about how little sleep you were getting, they were instantly struck with guilt. Jeongin got permission for you to take off the next two days.
You now had Thursday and Friday off, so you could catch up on sleep and recover. After that, you were free during the weekend. On Monday morning, he made sure you were able to go in at normal time.
Maybe, you’d be able to work overtime as long as you didn’t overwhelm yourself with it. Jeongin couldn’t help it, he was worried about you. If you were upset and thought he’d overstepped his boundaries, that was a conversation the two of you could have the next day.
For now, he placed your phone back on the side table. Climbing back into the bed, he wrapped his arms around you. He tugged your sleeping form close and let out a sigh of relief. With a calm mind and a fluttering heart, he’d finally join you in the land of dreams.
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Hello! Please give us a All Sons part 2! Like the Royces and other nobles come to visit KL and Viserys is greeting them all in great hall when Daemon arrives ask his brother's permission and announce the birth of his 4TH SON! Like Aemma is there next to Viserys, pregnant and exhausted while you are already up and about! King and Council's jealousy/nervousness is obvio but what can they do? Maybe Daemon mentions you as his wife and while everyone is scandalized, Daemon doesnt care and is soproud!
AN: Hi, I hope you like it x
ALL THE SONS
“Do you feel good to be at the welcoming?” Daemon whispered into your ear as he rested his head onto your shoulder. His hand moved to your stomach; softly stroking as he locked eyes with you through the mirror. “I do, I feel good.” Your fingers moved into his long locks as your eyes fluttered for a moment.
“Hmm, I’m glad.” His stroking never stopped as he was in awe of you. “I don’t know what I did to be so blessed.” Daemon burrowed into your neck some more as you softly smiled. “You do it everyday. By loving us. The boys adore you.” You hummed, moving around in his hold as you looped your arms around his neck.
Daemon could only smile at that; he was happy with his family life. He just needed you to be safe. For his boys to be safe in this vile court they had to grow up in. “I love you.” He whispered and leaned in to lovingly capture your lips. His hand moved to the back of your neck as he deepened it.
“We’ll be late.” You whispered against his lips. A soft giggle escaping you as Daemon only brought you impossibly closer. “I don’t care.” The Prince hummed before you gently pushed him away. “They’ll hate us even more.” You looked over your shoulder with your hand out for him to take.
“I don’t care.” Daemon repeated and you could only shake your head when he took your hand. Your fingers played with him almost instantly. You heard the dragons outside and knew your boys were safe. They weren’t permitted at the feast, which you were fine with. It’s not like your sons wanted to go anyway.
Daemon looked out of the window too and saw his dragon flying before swooping down to his sons. “I want to announce it tonight.” He whispered into your ear as the both of you moved through the cold corridors of the palace. “Whilst everyone is there.” Daemon purred at the mere thought.
“Is this the right time?” You asked, chewing your lip whilst playing with his fingers some more as you kept the nerves at bay. “Of course.” Daemon pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head and kept you close when the doors finally opened. The stares from the court as ever came over you as the two of you moved through.
You were glad to have your Prince by your side as you linked arms with him. Your eyes found the Queen and her larger stomach. She seemed exhausted, you thought to yourself with some sympathy. You gave her a soft smile that she answered with before you realised you and Daemon were at the front with the King now.
“Brother.” Daemon greeting his King as you curtsied as ever. You locked eyes with the disapproval of Otto and fought against your smirk. “I’d like to announce some news, if possible.” Your prince moved straight into the discussion. Your heart skipped a beat as you waited for Viserys response.
“Of course.” Viserys smiled brightly at his brother and hoped it was good news. Maybe he was leaving for a while, the king thought to himself. But of course luck wasn’t on his side as Daemon leaned in and whispered into the King’s ear. The shock that came over Viserys amused Daemon as he looked over to the Queen.
Otto watched the interaction as the Lords around the group waited for the King to speak but Daemon took it upon himself to do so. “My wife is with child. Our fourth.” Daemon added; as if people had forgotten. You couldn’t help but duck your head to hide the giggle threatening to come out of you.
You heard the gasps around you and you didn’t know if they were from the news or Daemon claiming you as his wife. Either way, they reacted loudly and Daemon moved back to your side; his hand moving to your stomach once more. His happiness was easily read as he leaned in to capture your soft lips.
He deepened the kiss for a moment before you grew shy and leaned away. Daemon only chuckled into your ear. Your eyes looked towards the Queen once more; but you couldn’t read her expression. It was near relief if you looked any further but you looked away; taking Daemon’s hand.
“I guess it’s a time for celebration.” Viserys finally muttered out as he raised his cup with the room following. You smiled at the King before turning back to your husband. “You take too much pleasure in this.” You hummed, your hand moving to gently stroke his cheek as he leaned in with a chuckle.
“Hmm, I suppose so.” Daemon whispered into your ear and moved to the side of the king; keeping you away from Otto. He rested his head on your shoulder and wrapped his arms around you from behind. “Can’t wait to leave this boring place.” He carried on whispering to you as his hands gently stroked your sides.
“Caraxes found a dragon egg….it can be for our unborn son.” Daemon hummed; allowing the music of the feast to drown his words out. You tried to hide the shock at the news before replying, “How do you know it’ll be a son?” You whispered up at him with a cheeky smile tugging on your lips.
“How can it not be?” Daemon purred before placing a soft kiss on your neck that had you giggling out. “Hmm, if you say so.” You whispered out as the music continued around you both. The atmosphere for the moment was happy. But you knew that anything could change in a quick moment; you needed to be ready.
The city watch dotted around the room had you calm as you relaxed into your husband’s embrace. As Daemon sipped on his wine and enjoyed conversation; your eyes only returned to the hand of the King. Your eyes narrowed and you wondered what he had planned; he was always planning.
“You think we can go now?” You turned around into Daemon’s hold to look up at him. Your hands moved onto his chest. “You want to?” The Prince asked; gently stroking your hair for a moment. You softly nodded and stepped away from him; giving one last look to Otto as Daemon finished his conversations.
You didn’t say anything about your worries to your Prince; wanting him to enjoy his celebration as you moved from the room with him. “Did I ever give you the reward for your news?” He whispered into your ear as he hugged you from behind once more. “Hmm, I don’t think you did.” You giggled out.
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Yandere Red Guy Headcanons
The blorbo himself. I figured this would be the best way to thank you all for 100 followers. I didn't mention anything about the Boss episode in this, so if you want Yandere Boss Red Guy you'll have to request it. This will kind of be a mix between the OG series and the new one. So just think of it as still kinda stuck in a time loop, and violent teachers. Anyways- THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH, and since I didn't post on Halloween, I'll open requests back up FOR 1 DAY. So get it all in before it's too late, and sorry for not posting on Halloween!
+ A small drabble at the end, cause I love y'all. <3
Red has always been a 'show, don't tell' kind of guy. Trying to get your attention by doing something he knows you like or are interested in, but denying that he's doing it for you are all too common, and he tries his best to keep his cool around you. He finds himself staring lingeringly, overall showing much more emotion than normal. You're a bit of...well, normalcy.
Red Guy doesn't talk as much as he would like to be around you, and he always ends up getting lost in his imagination for what he'd say, what the two of you would do if together in a relationship. The songs he could write for you, the stories he could share. But truly, he knows nothing about you, nor about anyone else in the residency of this house. You're just another person in the house, who has a name he doesn't yet know.
Tries to get closer to you, but it can be hard when you end up getting killed or mentally scarred every other day. The two of you barely know each other, you two are just people in the same situation. So maybe, he can use it to his advantage. Comfort is always welcomed, especially during hard times like this, so it's just a way of getting closer to you. Physically and mentally.
"Hey, you seem upset... You know, I didn't like that guy all that much either. Too...loud. But hey, he's gone now. That's good, right?"
Despite all of the chaos that ensues on a daily basis, he sees this as a way to defend you and show you that he's dependable, someone you can trust. And the more you talk to him, or at least you show you trust him, his pursuit turns more aggressive. And the more he longs for a life of normalcy with you, the more he starts to break.
His temper only comes out when something stands in the way of his dream life with you, or if you're in danger of a teacher about to show you a life lesson unwanted. He's not very violent, normally that is, but now? You're in trouble, and that won't go well with him. He'll probably die, as per usual, and the rest of you probably will too. But you all will come back, and he can only look at you and hope you can remember the sacrifice he made. And even if you do, you never bring it up.
He can get kinda scary when he tries to leave, wanting a life with you drives his mental state into a rut. He'll drag them along too so they can have freedom, as to boost your image of him as kind and thoughtful, but he expects them to leave as soon as they can once freedom has finally arrived. Just you and him, doesn't that sound nice? And if they die along the way? They were expendable, no need to cry about them.
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"NO NO NO, WE CAN'T GO BACK, NOT AGAIN!" HE YELLED "WE'RE SO CLOSE THIS TIME! WE CAN'T GO BACK!" Everyone knew that they weren't, but no one contradicted his cries of protest. Your fates has already been sealed...
"...I don't want to go back." You could hear the yellow one mumble sadly "I just want to make it stop." You couldn't bear to look at his face, because if it's anything like his voice right now, you'd break down. You must remain strong.
"NO, NO WE WON'T GO BACK-" He yelled some more, the sound of his rage just filled each of you with dread. It was a horrible prayer, pleading, almost full on screaming for something, anything to save them. But after so long, his voice drifted away. All you could hear were your thoughts, so lost in your mind, you didn't even notice how the world around you all started to glitch.
"please," you thought "just let this be done. I don't care if I die, I don't care if I go somewhere else, anything is better than here. Please"
..And then, you all wake up once more, in the same room, in the same order. You didn't even bother sitting up, too tired to move after. You can feel yourself start to shake, afraid of the next moment A new teacher could appear. It could be anytime. A month or two? A year? ...A minute?
You prayed for this bad dream to end, for the horrible imagination of whatever monster made this to die, for you to go home, to a place you can't even remember. But you know that a prayer unheard is just wishful thinking. And you were just wishing.
You can hear the tussling of sheets to your left. It was Red, he always got up first. You could hear a sigh, but he still didn't get up. It appears he really did think he was close to freedom. You wish you could feel the same.
He looked at you, you could feel his eyes gaze at you, even when your head was turned. You couldn't tell what he could possibly be feeling, thinking that he was so close to freedom. Anger? Disappointment? ... Fear? Either way, he sighed and got up, leaving the rest of you alone in your individual beds.
And June 19th starts over once more.
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i feel a lil bad asking this right when a lot of people are excited for hostile takeover, but for financial reasons, i might need to start putting some of my energy into more serious original projects again.
i'm not pausing HT — i don't think i could stop thinking about those lezbots if i tried — but being able to take breaks to work on other things tends to be good for my energy levels in general.
and honestly, when i first started, i thought HT itself was just going to be a quick break from those projects, and now i'm four months in and my plans keep growing >.>
anyway, the purpose of this post is that i wanted to gauge interest. i know most people follow me for murder drones stuff, but do any of the original stories i'm considering interest you?
more detailed pitches for each of these can be found under the cut. honesty is appreciated.
a note before i pitch them — when i write original fiction, i post it to my site and a site for original fiction called royalroad. i'll probably reserve my ao3 account for, yknow, fanfiction.
the plan is that while the stories will eventually be available publically, supporters to my patreon will get to read several chapters ahead of everyone else.
Aurora Moonrise
It is the nature of comets to dazzle and destroy. These eldritch spirits from beyond the stars grind kingdoms to dust with joyful ease. Only the power of a daughter of the moon can repel them. There are none left.
Aurora knows she is different. Her father is a plain man, and her mother is a mystery. Her prismatic hair, her divergent mind, her inability to weave common enchantments — it must come from her mother's side. But her mother is gone and no one will say why or where or anything. It's enough to make her want to fight someone.
And Aurora fights — people, animals, spirits, it doesn't matter. She doesn't want to hurt them, but it's thrilling. She'll just have to become a knight — knights get to fight things, right? And knights get answers to who their parents were.
When a cursed storm leaves Aurora glowing in the light of the full moon, she awakens new powers she can't control. Powers unheard of, except in those old stories.
But the word on the lips of churchmen is witchcraft — communion with unnatural spirits that spells doom.
Will she defend humanity? Or is she a threat to it?
pitching this one is hard, because the most interesting thing about is a twist reveal at the end of the first arc. at first, you can see it's framed to suggest — and Aurora initially believes — her mother is a "daughter of the moon", but of course, she's actually a comet.
as the poll option suggests, her inhuman heritage makes urges her to fight and hinders her ability to understand the basics of human social interaction.
this would be a long story, lighter in tone than the others, and structured like a fantasy trilogy, about Aurora journeying across the land doing what she thinks heroes do. along the way, she picks up several party members with their own weird baggage. all of them girls, of course, and it gets very gay by the end — but it's slow going because, yknow, aurora doesn't understand romance, either.
i'm very excited about this project — just thinking about it is enough to get me bouncing. you can actually read a four chapter teaser right now, and i have over 70k words of notes past that, with the whole thing outlined start to finish.
Thy Wretched Mask
Everyone wants to peel off their skin and scream into the night. You're just supposed to keep a handle on that.
Beca's trying. Now on the run, she'll just have to get it right in a new town. She's got nothing to her name save a pet raven, but a little pickpocketing will change that. Maybe a burglary or two. As long as she doesn't tear someone's flesh apart in broad daylight, she could keep things controlled.
It's a lonely life, but friendship is only temptation. She should just keep to herself. So why does she listen when the woman from the shadows talks? They're making an offer that could lift her off the streets for good.
The catch? She has to kill someone. Again. That's definitely too much temptation.
once again, the most interesting parts of this are a surprise. Beca isn't human; she's saddled predatory instincts she doesn't understand. the "fungal possession" comes into play several chapters in. it gets intense enough that i believe it's one of the few times i've teared up while writing something, and it's so far the first and only time i've written something that explores topics of plurality, which is pretty personal to us
i say HT is the first time i've written romance (and it is), but TWM came close, and would have gotten even closer if i continued it.
i've already written over 20k words of this (unpublished), but due to the writing exercise it began as, it requires substantial rewrites; i cringe when i try to reread it, and it honestly makes the prospect of returning a bit unexciting.
this would probably only about the length of a novel. (original projection was novella length, but i think i want to flesh it out more.)
of all of my potential projects, i think this one is probably the biggest thematic overlap with Hostile Takeover. but uh, it's dark enough to make that look like a sappy romance >.<
Running Out of Skin & Time
Tomorrow, a lord will be flayed alive. Once his flesh, freely given, is woven into a vast frame, enchanted scars will turn him into a living portal, a gift that could turn a blightstricken town into a bustling trade nexus.
Apnoe has woken up beside the same dead girl three nights in a row. The lord's flaying is tomorrow — same as it was for the last three nights. She's the only one who's noticed. Assassins lurk in the flaying festival's crowds, and when they strike the lord dead, the whole town watches their dreams crumble, and then Apnoe wakes again as if from a dream. She knew this quite well; on the first night, she had killed him.
Scarred flesh grants magic. How deep a wound did it take to make every living soul in the city relive the same day? It wasn't Apnoe's, and she doesn't know why only she remembers, but then again, most scar magic treats her differently. After all, she's dead half the time.
Apnoe would kill to end this nightmare — but it seems the only way out is saving a man who'll die tomorrow anyway.
of all the options, this story is the least well flesh out (no pun intended), but it has a lot of potential. a "time loop" where a character relives the same day over and over is something not enough stories explore well
(if it means anything to you, the inspiration for this fic was literally just thinking "what if the Shibuya Incident was a time loop?")
i call this "superhero fantasy" because, while i havent figured out the tech level (it's industrial, but how modern?), the magic system gives everyone unique and specific abilities that are easiest to imagine as superpowers.
the time loop effect itself is the rube goldberg interaction of half a dozen powers, and part of the fic is puzzling out just how it works, as well as puzzling out how to overcome the various powers arrayed against the lord.
it would be a very complex, cerebral fic, all about power progression and fight scenes, but at its heart, i want it to be the story of two dead girls who love each other enough to unravel fate itself
A Chimerical Hope
Duskroot is destroyed. A minor stronghold, its enemies were cunning and coordinated and its allies didn't lift a hand. As vultures at a corpse, mercenaries hunt for survivors.
Awelah escaped Duskroot. She lost everything. Vengeance drives her, but can she kill a angel beyond death?
Ooliri's mission is to aid the refugees. He has to prove he belongs in a family of medical geniuses. But healing isn't enough — can he bring the dead back to life?
Makuja seeks safety among the refugees. Death and servitude leaves her gaze empty. It's easy to be a follower, but is there a purpose worth living for?
First, the three need answers. A grand scheme is unfolding, and Duskroot was only the first step.
unlike all of the others, this isn't an idea for a story, or a plan for a story, it is a story, one i've written 100k words for. you can read it here
it's set in an expansive setting i've spent literal years thinking about with giant insects empowered by virulent mutant bat blood and cold black corruption pouring out from a hole in the sky.
it's also, shamelessly, only avoids being called naruto fanfiction by dint of sheer weirdness
Aurora Moonrise may be the story i'm most excited about, but ACH is the one with the most ambition and purpose behind it. if i could only ever tell one story in my life, it'd probably make it ACH. it might be over a million words if i ever finish it
but i also think it's probably too weird to get very popular.
And so on
if you can't tell already, i have a LOT of story ideas. before i ever watched murder drones, would you believe i was literally already working on a story about killer lesbian robots on a inhospitable frozen planet haunted by a creeping cosmic horror?
and i'm kind of tempted to work on a story about modular mushroom creatures that live underground. or a fricken pokemon mystery dungeon self-insert i've already finished one chapter of.
and of course, i have several other stories i could continue working on.
but like, the stories i've listed are the ones i can honestly say i might work on right now. and, practically speaking, the stories that might genuinely takeoff, if i dare hope.
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Loki spoilers, full ep reaction 2x4:
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*OB not actually getting to sign his book is becoming a thing huh?
*so who wrote the handbook? Another loop.
*Mobius continues being a little shit. 'Loki will have to hoof it', and Loki playing along just to be antagonistic, very cute Loki, we'll know you'll volunteer anyways (he's the most powerful and durable being there, apart from Sylvie, who's still finding here place)
*already made a post about, but yeah, Mobius will have to reflect himself at one point, you can't keep eating your problems
*another Thor mention! You know, you could actually let the sun shine ahain on the Brodinsons, nobody stopping you, sigh. I still have hope.
*yeah we remember who exactly made Thor soft. Too bad that Sylvie triggered Loki's development but is still stuck a bit herself. Here's hoping that even if they don't end up together they'll at least resolve their issues.
That talk was a good start.
*Ok, Loki himself called it, he's going to be timekeeper, but a better one? We'll see how that will work out in the end, but if it means full power!Loki I'm in
*Ravonna went overboard there, no need in crushing anyone really, she could have just left with Brad (not the best choice in the end)
*Course Loki pruned himself, everyone's been calling that since ep 1. Still cool scene, he was so shaken and Sylvie must have went through a real rollercoaster there.
*the Lokis getting their magic back, best scene
*Now Ravonna's back in the void, ok, if you don't get eaten by Alioth or other variants that's not too bad.
*Miss Minutes getting set back to actual clock, fun. I mean, OB and Casey don't need here, they're smart enough to handle stuff manually and Loki as timekeeper won't need her either, but still, is she really gone or will she be reset?
*ngl Victor being all heroic and brave and the dramatic built up only to have him get spaghettified instantly was pretty funny.
Don't think he's gone though, seems to important, plus there's probably going to be a reset, so, we'll see.
Next ep's gonna be a lot if time loopy fun and a very exhausted Loki, I think.
#loki#loki spoilers#loki disney+#loki series#sylvie#mobius#victor timely#ravonna renslayer#miss minutes
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Powered By Redstone (And Love)
Pairing: C! Tangotek x reader, C!Solidarity Gaming x Reader, C! Tangotek x C!Solidarity Gaming
Summary: In which you dive into a death game and find love within it (And how to make fire-resistant shirts)
Genre: Fluff, pure heart-melting tooth-rotting fluff
Words: 3.4k
Extra notes: This was based off of @lunarcrown's comic!!! Go check them out they are amazing and fuel my rancher duo needs <3 Also I looped 'Golden Hour' by JVKE while I wrote most of this so If you want ot listen to that while you read, feel free too!
Content warnings (If any): None
"Y/n!" Grian exclaimed. He was on his knees trying to beg you to join his new server and you sat declining
'Double Life' he called it
It was a death game, everyone knew that and even if your home server was FAR from nice, you at least had more than three lives to live.
"Grian, if I join, then the number will be uneven. Do you have another person to make it even?" You asked softly and brought Grian from off the ground
"Well yes, but they haven't answered yet." Grian said, "They should answer before it starts though!"
You let out a sigh and said "Fine. I'll Join."
"Yes!" Grian said under his breath "I promise you won't regret it! You'll love it! There are thrills, guts, and glory!"
"I'm sure it will be wonderful. Maybe I'll meet a life partner there. Who knows?" You entertained the avian but somewhere deep inside you actually hoped your words come true
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When the time came, you quickly walked out of your home server, it was mainly dead anyway but there were rumors that there would be an activity minimum for it, and into the new server. It was there where you were met with everyone else and you began to count
15...
There were 15 people on the server including you.
"Y/n!" Grian smiled and walked to you "You're the last one on!"
"You said there wouldn't be an uneven number!" Y/n said and grabbed the avian by his shoulders and shook him
"Mum- bo- could- n't- Jo- in-" Grian said as you shook him and soon escaped your grasps with a breath of relief
"It'll be fine, Y/n." Scott came up to you "All it means is that the code will match one of us to an already existing couple."
You lean into him with a pout and say "I hope I'm at least paired with you. I know literally no one else except for you and Grian."
"You need to meet some new people." Scott said, "I mean, I see a pretty canary staring straight at you."
When Scott said that he dragged your eyes from his to another man. One who flushed a bright red once he realized he was caught looking at you and you held back a coo. With beautiful chocolate brown eyes shining in the sun, golden hair and wings fluttering and being ruffled with the wind, and the gorgeous flush across his face, you murmured
"I wouldn't mind being paired with that cutie."
"Our resident canary in a coal mine." Scott murmured "Jimmy's got this weird thing where he's the first out every season. Maybe you can change that."
"I don't know. I think he's fine just the way he is. I mean I'm here for a good time not a long time." You winked at the cyan-haired male
Soon their attention was directed to grian who explained what was going on and what would be happening and the group split their separate ways.
Hours later, you were very grateful you came back to spawn to scope out some places to live because one minute you were walking under the spawn trees, and then next there was a sharp pain in your right side, ringing, and then it stopped.
<Tango> was blown up by a creeper
<Y/ndoesthings> died
<SolidarityGaming> died
When you opened your eyes, you were in a tree and there was a shrill voice going "WHAT HAPPENED TANGO?!" and a dull pain rushed into your ankle, someone must have jumped down from their tree
"Is Everyone okay?" You asked and saw both tango and Jimmy
"Oh! Hi! Hi- I'm so sorry!" He cried out and placed his face in his hands to hide
"Take me through it, What- What's happened there?" Jimmy asked
"There was some caving and then there might have been about seven zombies and a spider and- You're being butted!" Tango said, still atop one of the many trees at spawn.
Jimmy was the one that jumped down and was currently holding his stomach from being headbutted by a stay goat. Tango jumped down and You followed his lead. Once you were down from your tree you went up to each of the boys and asked
"Is everyone okay?"
The two nodded in response and you used both of your hands to cup one of their cheeks, which is a touch they melted into. Once you let go, they continued with their conversation and You went to grab your things, which were thankfully only like 10 feet away. Once you came back, tango was apologizing again and Jimmy is pacing around.
"All right, let's go meet up in a bit, I need to go grab my stuff before it despawns!" He said
"I don't even know where I was!" Tango realized "I just lost everything, yeah- I have no idea where I was."
"You two go and try to get your things back. If anything, come back here and I'll have extra supplies for you guys." Y/n spoke up and placed a gentle hand on both of their shoulders "I snagged a bunch of iron so don't worry for now. just try and grab your things."
But your words were barely heard as the boys panicked and laughed. After a minute, Jimmy and Tango decided to head up on a tree for a better leverage point to look. You followed the two boys as they talked and made what they needed for a hiding spot in case they die again.
Once they did that (and tango placed a stick in to claim it), Jimmy went his separate way and left Y/n and Tango together.
"How are you feeling?" You asked softly
"Guilty," Tango admitted and his shoulders slumped "this was the worst way to meet me- to meet us."
"Maybe," You hummed gently and picked a stray Daisy and gave it to the man, the piping hot blaze rods burning brighter as Tango took it and flushed a pink "But we didn't have to find each other by running around like headless chickens and while we might be yellows now, I don't think I'd rather be yellow with anyone else."
Tango made a flustered noise and You could help but find it so endearing. This man, who was at least a good two feet taller than you, was burning bright red, golden hair flickering as if it were going to burst into flames and smoke coming off his back.
Actually, now that you looked at him you noticed he wore a tight-fitting black crop top (that did wonders for his lean figure hubba hubba-) that had dipped down into a point to connect and clip onto his black cargo pants with cuffs around his wrists and the top of his bicep but the ones around his wrists were loose and had short chains dangling from them.
When you finally looked at his face, Ruby red eyes glittered with amusement and an open mouth smirked and showed off sharp canine teeth.
"Like what you see?" He grinned and you swatted at him
"Yeah, you look fine as hell," you winked and he laughed
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Hours later, Jimmy came back with nothing and a disappointed face only to find out you had a chest full of items for him ready and to see that you and Tango were suited up in Iron gear.
"What-" He said and You saw his shoulders sag "How-"
"Check the chest Jimmy," You said and watched as he opened it
Sunlight beamed onto his face, blinding him for a second.
"My bad, probably a bad idea to face the opening of the chest to face where the sun is shining. It was supposed to be for dramatic effect though." Tango said and turned the chest away from the sun and spilled all the goods inside. Iron armor, a diamond pickaxe and sword, food, and small trinkets the two had piled up for Jimmy fell from the chest.
"is- Is all this for me?" he asked softly and knelt to the ground and grabbed the sword with a shakey touch and his eyes shone with unshed tears "Why- You didn't have-"
"We wanted to. It's not much but we hope you enjoy it." You smiled and kneeled in front of him "Most of it I already had in my inventory so..."
"Y/n actually put the whole chest together," Tango pointed out with a satisfied smirk, and watched as a bashful flush spread across their cheeks and to their ears "They thought of the idea and organized everything. I just added in two things you might've liked."
"Would it be too early in our relationship to kiss you two?" Jimmy asked, eyes glittering like topaz with the sun shining its golden rays on his already sunkissed skin
"I wouldn't think so," You smiled and cupped his face with both of your hands to pull him into a gentle kiss, electricity burning through you when your lips brushed against his, Tango coming up beside you to steal Jimmy away for another soft kiss to his lips and to press a chaste one against yours.
Jimmy tasted like bubblegum and Tango tasted like cinnamon.
You just found your two new favorite flavors.
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A day or so later, the home you and Tango had been constructed and Jimmy had brought in cows and some other essential things needed.
The three of you deemed yourself, The Ranchers.
A silly nickname but you can't bring yourself to protest as Jimmy and Tango have their hearts set on making a monopoly on getting some farm animals and how can you say no to your Ruby and Topaz?
Your precious jewels... Oh how you love them so.
As the three of you took a break though, Jimmy asked about Tango's choice of shirt wear.
He wore crop tops like there weren't any left in the world
And there wasn't anything wrong with it, in fact, both Jimmy and You had admitted to the man that you loved the fact that he showed off his lean and slender frame and his tummy in general.
Although, there were multiple times where Jimmy has been extremely flustered at the sight of Tango.
Once, When tango was doing his redstone while you and Jimmy were watching, the blaze hybrid has asked for a comparator and while You were drooling over him, Jimmy grabbed a bucket and attempted to give it to the man.
"Jimmy," Tango said as he perched his red goggles on his head "That's a bucket."
With those words, The avian flushed a bright red and placed the bucket upside down on his head, and bolted having You and Tango run after him laughing and attempting to calm him down.
He was wearing his favorite shirt then, just like he was now.
"Powered by Redstone"
That had to be one of Tango's favorite phrases, especially when he's planning out his next masterpiece for his other dimension.
At least he thinks.
He doesn't quite remember, no one does. He says it's blurry and that he knows he was working on some huge build that needs a lot of redstone and attention but he can't quite remember what. He barely remembers friendships and relationships from people except those that are in this game right now.
The game was fun like that. it gives you an almost entirely blank slate, but it keeps important things and fears near your heart.
But you never would have thought you'd find love in a death game.
Sure it had only been a few days and it may be the red string of fate connecting you two but it felt so real and You know you would do this a thousand times over if you'd be able to feel like this again in your home server.
"yeah- Actually this shirt was once full length," Tango broke through your daze and you focus on him, He's gripping the bottom of his 'Powered by Redstone" crop, and a blaze rod is hovering over his shoulder when He says "But sometimes by blaze rods catch stuff and-"
And The shirt was up in flames before fluttering to the floor, a pile of ashes that was once his favorite shirt.
"AWWW MAN!" Tango whined as Jimmy looked away, face flushed the same shade as Tango's eyes and You oogled at the bare chest of Tango with a satisfied hum
But as much as you liked the show, You knew you'd have to talk with Jimmy later about this situation. Tango was already making a pout and sad noises escaped his lips. You couldn't bare to see the blaze hybrid like that.
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Hours later, in the dead of night, You whispered to the Avian in his ear "Jimmy? My Darling Topaz? Are you up?"
"Yes, my Love?" Jimmy groaned quietly and suddenly you were thankful, the both of them insisted you lay in the middle of your shared bed and that Tango sleeps like the dead "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine Topaz, I just wanted to ask if you wanted to do something for our Ruby. I feel bad that he lost his favorite shirt." You whisper and pull him close enough so that your lips brush the shell of his ear. A shiver ran down his back and he nodded.
"We could recreate his shirt again," Jimmy said and began to press soft kisses to your face "This time with a more durable fabric?"
"That works," You hummed and cupped his face to press a soft kiss to his lips "We can talk more about it in the morning. I love you My amazing Topaz."
"And I love you, My precious diamond." He whispered into your mouth, never stopping his gentle kisses and you couldn't help but melt into his touch
The next day, You awoke to Jimmy and Tango holding you tightly and you sighed with contentment, how you wish you could stay here all day, but the gods of old had other plans.
So you squirmed out of their arms, both shifting to hold each other and the pillow between them as if you were still there. You smiled and went to the kitchen to make a simple breakfast. Snagging some eggs from the chickens you guys are hoarding and carving some bacon off the carcass of a pig you slaughtered this morning, you made some bacon and egg and cut up some day-old bread for toast.
Jimmy was the first one up of the boys and watched as Y/n plated the breakfast as he leaned against the doorway, arms crossed over his bare chest, a soft smile gracing his lips.
"Good morning Topaz," You hummed and smiled at him before placing his plate on the table "Go eat, I'll wake up our ruby."
"You are the best," he said and pressed a kiss to your cheek "We can talk more about the shirt after breakfast when Tango goes out?"
"Alright," You smiled and placed a gentle hand on his chest before pressing a kiss to his lips "Enjoy."
You walked past him after he kissed back and went to wake up Tango.
"My lovely Ruby," You whisper in his ear as you crawl on top of him to sit on his waist "Time to wake up Tango, I made breakfast."
Tango groaned softly as his eyes fluttered open. Twin red jewels stared back into your eyes as a smile graced Tango's lips and he pulled you down to smother you in kisses, laughs bubbled from your chest as you playfully fought from his grip.
After a few seconds when he calmed down to just kisses, you heard his stomach rumble and he laughed.
"I think that's my cue to eat the breakfast you made," He said and swung his legs over the edge of the bed to get off "Come, Topaz is waiting."
"He's only waiting because you pulled me in to smother me!" You playfully whine out and allow him to drag you off the bed you share
After breakfast, Tango cleaned up the kitchen and Jimmy lit the fireplace. Y/n pulled Jimmy to dance with her while Tango cleaned and listened to their hushed giggles, They swayed in the warmth of their home, Jimmy humming into your ear as the sun dawned upon their home and the rooster crowed. Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw Tango watching from the kitchen with a gentle smile as he dried his hands and you beckoned him over. He and Jimmy switched spots and you swayed with Tango who whispered sweet words into your ears and eventually dragged Jimmy into the swaying, The three of you holding each other and talking softly. At least until Tango had to leave the house and You and Jimmy were left to your own devices.
"Okay," Y/n murmured and caught Jimmy's attention, "I know where to find and how to get fire resistance clothing. Only thing is, I don't know how to sew words."
"I can do that part," Jimmy said "It should be just like weaving a nest. Plus, my mom taught me how before I left her home."
"Perfect," You grinned at him "You are so great Jimmy."
A wobbly smile spread across his face as he flushed and covered his face with his hands. "You're too nice to me." He groaned softly which elicited a laugh from you
"No such thing as ever too nice. Now, let's get Tango's present together." You smile and hold out your hand to him
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Hours later, Tango came home calling out to the two who sat in the living room that he was going to take a shower and then probably nap. You and Jimmy sat on a rocking chair, you on Jimmy's lap reading and Jimmy rocking the chair, humming and peacefully stretching the words 'Powered by Redstone' into the shirt.
"Hey, Jimmy!" Tango's voice called out but the two were in their own world "Do you know where-"
Tango trailed off as he peeked into the living room and almost melted at the sight of his two lovers sitting together, his gems...
His home
A soft gasp snapped Tango out of his stupor and bring his gaze back to his partners. You were clutching something to your chest and using your body to hide it while jimmy tried to cover you and himself with his wings while exclaiming "Wait no! Wait! Don't look! It's not done!"
"Aww," Tango cooed and stepped closer to you and Jimmy "What is it?"
With a deep sigh, Jimmy unfurled his wings and showed you. You held out the shirt with a bashful expression while Jimmy explained "You were so sad after your favorite shirt got destroyed. So we thought we'd make you a new one."
Tango looked taken aback and turned red and you and jimmy immediately panicked.
"Oh god, you hate it!" You frowned and fiddled with your hands "I'm sorry, this was my idea and it was such a bad-"
"I don't know why I thought-" Jimmy cut himself off as he pouted and began to cover himself with his wings, an embarrassed blush spreading across his cheeks "I'm not even that good-"
This time Taango cut off Jimmy by lifting you up and kissing you... hard. Hard enough that you were dazed and had to stumble to another couch. Tango pulled Jimmy up by the collar of his shirt and kissed him with the same passion he kissed you with. Now that you were less dazed, you saw smoke rising from Tango's back in curls that looked like hearts and his red flush was still there and Jimmy's wings were flapping like crazy once he realized what was happening.
When he pulled away from Jimmy, He kept the avian close, his left arm wrapping around Jimmy's waist. "Come here Y/n," Tango whispered and you obliged
When you came close enough, he pulled you closer and wrapped his free arm around your waist, and pressed another kiss to your lips. You melted into his touch and leaned your forehead into the crook of his neck while he whispered
"I love it. It means so much to me that you two did this." He pressed a gentle kiss to yours and Jimmy's foreheads before continuing "Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you."
#C!Tangotek#C!SolidarityGaming#double life tango#double life jimmy#double life smp#traffic smp#life series#tangotek x reader#tango x reader#C!Tango x reader#jimmy solidarity#double life solidarity#Jimmy Solidarity x reader#jimmy x reader#C! Jimmy x reader#Luna Has Written#Solidarity x reader#Solidarity gaming x reader
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Wasted Times Pt 3
yoongi x fem!reader jungkook x fem!reader
genre. SMUT, fluff, angst, Romance, established relationship!AU
18+ (Minors DNI)
Who knew trying to stay sober would be so hard?
Having a stressful job drove you to some questionable coping mechanisms. Can you maintain your sobriety, or will you fall into a different addiction? You want to be a good person, but it's hard when temptation is everywhere.
warnings: dumbification, degradation, infidelity, alluding to alcoholism, unprotected sex (PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD USE PROTECTION AND BE SAFE), dom!Yoongi
word count: 5.7k
A/N: the day has finally come; this will throw you for a loop, in my opinion. I'm sorry it took sooooo long I started a new job and barely have time for myself... Anyway, I hope you enjoy it, thanks to my test readers. I wouldn't be here without the input! Thank you everyone!!
The day that you go to Paris with Yoongi arrives. The drive to the airport was very talkative, talking about sightseeing in your free time, Jungkook telling you to have one of Yoongi’s bodyguards go with you, you telling him no, and him insisting on it. You agreed eventually, but on the condition that he visits his parents and brother. He agrees. The memory of last night flashed in your head in the moments it was silent. Imagining your boss is the one above you moaning your name softly.
Your guilt is starting to eat you up, and you think you might tell Jungkook about it, but thankfully he’s pulling up to your terminal, kissing you goodbye, and telling you to call him first thing when you touch down in Paris. So you hug him, tell him you love him, and go to check-in.
After check-in, you’re escorted to the ‘member’s only lounge.’ You walk around a bit before spotting Yoongi. You take a seat next to him, and he greets you warmly. “Hello, happy to have you joining me. Could I interest you in some sparkling water?” he pours some into a cup and slides it over to you.
You smile at him and take the drink, sipping slowly, some of it running down your chin, and you watch his eyes follow the droplet as it rolls down to the valley of your breast. Your cheeks heat up, and he gulps audibly. Your eyes meet, and you know he feels like you do—an almost animalistic yearning for each other. You love Jungkook so much, but this feeling– is magnetic. He reaches out to wipe it off you, but you lean away from him.
“Uh... I’m sorry.” you grab a napkin to clean yourself, and he’s locked in on you. Not moving, not speaking. His gaze burned into your chest. “Yoongi?”
“Yeah... Yeah, I’m so sorry.” His eyes flick up to you, and you stand up and walk toward the bathroom needing to get out of his sight quickly. You finally get to the bathroom and lock yourself in there. Hand immediately sliding into your pants, finding your clit. You hate yourself and feel disgusting, but you want him; you want him, and you can’t have him. So you decide this is the best option. To pretend it’s him with his hands down your pants, that it's him playing with your clit. You moan softly when someone knocks on the door.
“Y/N, hey, can we talk, please?” he inquires through the door. Of course, you know you shouldn’t open the door, but you do it anyways.
“Uh, sure…” Your hand flies out of your pants. Cheeks so hot they could melt off. You crack the door and look at him.
“Can we forget what just happened? It was inappropriate, and I don’t want you to–” you hush him, telling him everything is fine. You just want to make it through the week, so he should keep his distance unless absolutely necessary. He agrees, but you both know that's not going to happen.
At 12:15 PM, you guys board the plane. He didn’t tell you it was a private charter, and internally you’re freaking out because it’s just you, him, and the crew on the plane. Fourteen hours on a plane with someone who has you thinking about cheating on your long-term boyfriend makes you feel like you will implode in on yourself. Not to mention he quite literally has not stopped peeking over at you since take off.
You clear your throat before you speak up. “Uh, I guess we should discuss the week of events and stuff? The people for the Valentino show want to do a shoot on Thursday morning after the show. And then we have a couple of interviews. We also have to discuss the terms of the Valentino deal on Friday. The creative director wants to do a Valentino x AgustD kinda thing.” he finally makes complete eye contact.
“We have to be there 3 hours before the show begins. I’m fine with the shoot on Thursday, and I’m not sure about the collab. I’m not into doing things I know all my fans can’t afford. I would want lower price points cause I don’t even like spending dumb amounts of money on clothes and shit. I’m a good ol’ anti-capitalist. But I’ll have to discuss that with Pierpaolo on Friday. Speaking of all of that, I need you to try those dresses on.”
“Right now?” face twisting up, the last thing you wanna do is try on skin-tight dresses and show a man that clearly wants to sleep with you.
“Yes, please. I have to return the rest when we touch down. Each of those dresses were 65 million won. I may be rich, but I’m also cheap as fuck. So get to it, Ms.Thing. They’re all in that case there.” He points to a metal trunk near the back of the plane. You’re even more nervous, you’re going to fold like a lawn chair for this man, and you’ll be hooked. You just know it.
After trying on three dresses, the fourth fits like a glove. You yell to him through the door that you found the one that works, “Come out, I wanna see it. You have to be perfect tomorrow.”
“Really, Yoongi?” you groan but step out of the bathroom. When he looks up from his phone, his eyes damn near bulge out of his head.
“You look… magnificent…” the word ring in your ears. They’re the exact words Jungkook said to you the night you lost your virginities to each other. You don’t know why you even thought of that, but your heart twinges with pain and regret because you know you’re going to do what you always do and hurt Jungkook. Ever since you started drinking, you’ve been subconsciously hellbent on hurting those around you, and you can’t even give a valid reason why.
You look down, avoiding his gaze, “Thank you... It fits well. Thank you for it, but please don’t lie to my boyfriend anymore about what you give me.”
He scoffs at you, “Don’t do that. If I hadn’t lied, you wouldn’t be here. You know as well as I do that you want to be here. So don’t act like you don’t feel it too.”
Your head snaps up, and you meet his eyes. “What? What are you talking about? You sound crazy.” you’re shaking your head in denial.
“I’m not, though. I’m attracted to you–” he stands and walks over to you, and you walk back until he’s caging you in with his arms. “And I know you’re attracted to me too. I saw how you looked at me when you dropped all that shit off at my house, when we had lunch, and at dinner with your boyfriend. You want me just as bad as I want you.”
He leans into your ear, whispering, “Admit it, angel. I can.” you exhale loudly at the feeling of his warm breath against your ear.
“Yoongi… I–I want you….” pathetic, you think, you’re so fucking pathetic. He lets out a laugh that sounds like he knows what you're thinking about yourself.
“And here I thought you were a good girl. What would Jungkook do if he found out?” He kisses your forehead before pushing himself away from you, “I’m going to sleep. Get changed.” with that, he leaves you there. Panties soaked in a dress he bought you. He embarrassed you, and you feel so stupid for being turned on.
You hear the door to the private room close and decide you’re going to facetime Jungkook; two can play the game Yoongi just started. You feel bad that Jungkook will be a casualty, but all is fair. Nevertheless, you’ve crossed a line you can’t return from.
My Princess 👑 [11:43 PM]: “Bubba? You up?”
Bunny 🐰 [11:46 PM]: “Hi baby, I just got home from the gym. How's the flight going?”
My Princess 👑 [11:52 PM]: “Boring, I miss you… like reaaaaaally miss you, bunny.”
You send him a lewd showing your boobs in a bra, and he’s blowing up your phone.
Bunny 🐰 [11:52 PM]: “WTF Y/N, you can’t send things like that! Especially when you’re so far from me.”
Bunny 🐰 [11:52 PM]: “Send another. God, my princess is so gorgeous.”
Bunny 🐰 [11:53 PM]: “Just wait til your fine ass gets home. I’m fucking wrecking you.”
Bunny 🐰 [11:53 PM]: “Evil ass, how could you do this to me. I can’t even touch you.”
Bunny 🐰 [11:53 PM]: “wait… where is your boss? Young lady, behave yourself. What if he catches you?”
My Princess 👑 [11:54 PM]: “He’s sleeping. There's a private room on the plane.”
You send another, this time tits on full display, bite mark from a couple of days prior just above your areola.
My Princess 👑 [11:54 PM]: “I wish you could touch me, bunny. Feel you inside me… I wish I never got on this plane. I hate being away from you.” READ: 11:54 PM
Your phone rings as soon as he reads the message, and you scramble to find your AirPods. You pop one in and angle yourself so your feet face Yoongi’s door. You want him to watch; you know he will when you make noise.
“Hi, bunny.” you chirp, giddy at the sin you’re about to commit.
“Princess…” He looks visibly worked up, and you can tell he’s got his hand in his pants, “Why’re you doing this to me... Fuck you. Fuck you for being so damn beautiful... Beautiful and all fucking mine. Take your pants off.”
“Yes, yes, bunny, I’m being bad, so now I wanna be good for you.” you take your pants off and angle the phone so that your pussy is on display for him.
“God, fuck. Why’re you always so wet? It’s like a waterfall.” You spread yourself open with your index and ring finger and play with yourself with your middle finger.
“It’s all for you.” You lie and slip a finger in, moaning softly.
You hear him spit in his hand and the faint sound of him jerking himself, breathing heavily in your ear. “Show me, Bunny. I want to see it too. I wanna watch you cum for me.”
He groans at your words, and you put another finger in, and you moan a little louder. Just then, you hear the door Yoongi previously closed open. You look up briefly and catch those catlike eyes on you. He steps into the hallway and just stands there watching you.
“You like what you see, baby?” You question them both, and Jungkook groans to confirm, but Yoongi says nothing. You move your phone slightly to give Yoongi a better view of your soaked sex. He clenches his fist because he knows he can’t touch you or say anything. After all, it’d give you away. “So wet for you….”
Jungkook is panting in your ear, and you’re moaning in his, but your eyes are locked on Yoongi’s, “You’re such a slut, Y/N. You’re fucking yourself with your fingers while your boss is feet away. You better be quiet because if he fucking catches you, I swear to god….” You stifle a moan with your hand.
“What’re you going to do, Bunny? Punish me? I’d like that a lot. You know how wet I get when you spank me.” You watch as Yoongi inches closer to you, wanting a better view, and you spread your legs wider. “I’m going to cum… I wish you could cum in me.” You say to them both.
“I’m going to get you pregnant when you get home. I promise to God I am.” And that's all it takes for you to come undone, clenching around your fingers, thighs covered in your juices. Jungkook follows suit shortly after.
“Babe, I’m going to go shower and eat. Call me when you land, yeah?” You turn the camera back to you and nod, telling him you love him. He replies he loves you too before hanging up. You sit up and look at Yoongi. He’s rock hard, you want to touch him, but you’re conflicted.
“You know if we do this, there is no going back. This will ruin your relationship if he finds out. Is that truly what you want?” Yoongi is boring his eyes into your soul. Is this what you want? Maybe if you tell Jungkook you want to have a threesome, he’ll be okay with it? But then again, he’s too possessive to share you with anyone, ESPECIALLY not Yoongi.
You don’t know what comes over you, but you get up and take Yoongi’s hand leading him to the bedroom. When you enter, you remove the last bit of clothes you have on, and Yoongi leans in to kiss you, but you lean away from him. “Don’t kiss me… I don’t want you to kiss me.”
He scoffs and turns you away but keeps you close to him so that he can talk in your ear. “So you’ll let me fuck you, but I can't kiss you? What sense does that make, Angel.” he slowly moves his hand down your belly, eventually finding his way between your thighs. “What’re you going to do when he finds out, huh? Not only are you an alcoholic, but you're a slut too. He’s going to be devastated. He thought he could fix you, but here you are, cheating. Have you no shame?” He pushes his fingers into you.
“Shut the fuck up… You know nothing, Min Yoongi.” You’re clenching around his fingers, but he pulls them away, leading you to the bed and bending you over it.
“You’re right, Angel. But what I do know is that you’re a cheating slut. A liar, a cheater, a slut, and an alcoholic. Fuck Angel, I don’t think I’ve wanted to ruin someone so bad in my life.” He’s moving behind you, riffling through bags.
You look around for him, “What’re you doing?” you question into the dark.
“Looking for a condom? I don’t fuck without one. Number one rule, Angel.” He flips you over before asking one last time if you want this. You are silent for a few minutes, and he takes that as a no and moves away from you.
“Wait! Wait… this– this is what I want.” you plead with him. You know you will regret it after, but you need to know how it feels to sleep with someone else. You’ve only ever been with Jungkook, and your relationship, you think, is beyond the repair it would take for you and Jungkook to be like before your alcoholism.
Before you know it, Yoongi is hovering over you, prepping you. It doesn't take long until he enters you, moving his hips slowly. “That feel good, baby? You feel good..” He’s leaving open-mouth kisses all over your neck and collarbones.
You moan softly in agreement; he feels good inside you. He’s slightly longer than Jungkook with a little less girth, and it curves upward. So while he fills you up, you wish he was a bit thicker. Nonetheless, he feels good. “Faster.” you keen softly in his ear.
Yoongi does precisely what you ask, and you lull your head to the side before he grabs your face roughly to make you look at him. “Don’t look away. Keep your fucking eyes on me, Angel. You wanted me, so look me in my eyes while I fuck you, slut.”
You feel yourself clench around him hard, causing him to hiss. You can’t believe you’re doing this but knew it would happen eventually. You knew it when you first met him in the studio. The way he looked at you, it was inevitable.
“Yes, I’m sorry..” you dig your nails into his back. He groans in response. You’re so turned on that you don’t want it to end. He’s rolling his hips into you just right, snapping them upward so that his dick repeatedly rubs up against your g-spot. You’re not going to last at this point.
He wraps his hand around your throat, thrusting harder into you, “I wish you could watch me fuck you. Make you forget your boyfriend exists; that's how good ima fuck you.” he snarls in your ear, tightening his grip on your throat. The pressure in your lower abdomen builds, threatening to explode.
You're a mess under him, squeezing your eyes shut and enjoying this carnal sin. You ruined your life and couldn't enjoy this moment more. “Make me forget, fuck me dumb.”
“Stupid, slut. You’d like that, wouldn’t you.” You don’t know why, but that sends you over the edge. Feeling a puddle form under you, you just squirted; you think, Jungkook hadn’t made you do that until you were together for three years.
“Fucking disgusting.” He pulls out of you, pulling the condom off and finishing on your stomach. “Get up. Let's go shower.”
Then suddenly, you shoot up from the feeling of the plane landing. Fully clothed and lying on the pull-out bed in the main cabin. It was all a dream. You didn't realize you had fallen asleep after Yoongi went to bed. In your defense, your nerves were fried after his confession, but you didn't think it was that bad.
At 4 am, you all finally arrive at the hotel you will be staying at this week. You were tired and upset. And the French lady at the front desk is being a raging bitch. And unfortunately, Yoongi doesn't speak French at all, so it's up to you.
"What do you mean my room isn't available? When we spoke a few days ago, you all said nothing about maintenance." You're beyond pissed, and Yoongi is just chuckling at you, worsening your mood. Usually, you're not one to be overly rude to service workers, but this is ridiculous, and she was being bitchy first. Why hadn't they called last night to let you know about it? Why did they wait til now? You're fuming, and you just want to sleep.
"Ma'am, not that it's any of your business, but the room is under repair for water damage caused by a fire." She replies with the snarkiest fucking tone. And all you want to do is smack the smirk off her stupid fucking head.
"Well, MA'AM, why didn't you call and inform me that my room was unavailable? That's pretty unprofessional if you ask me." You are at your wits end with this woman, and you don't want to embarrass yourself right now.
"Because I'm busy." The monotone in her voice has now brought you to your end of patience with her. You don't care about being embarrassed anymore. That shit flew out the window when the sentence from her mouth started with 'because.' But before you can speak, Yoongi steps.
"Excuse me, Ms.Agnes, is it? Why are you being so fucking rude? I booked two rooms and expected two rooms upon arrival. So not only did you all breach your policy, but you also had the nerve to be rude when confronted? How dare you?" You'd never seen someone at such a loss for words ever in your life. And you were reviling in her embarrassment.
"So, will you fix it, or will I be reimbursed for this deplorable treatment?" His eyes cut her deep. He was leaving her struggling to find her words.
"Unfortunately, sir, the only room we have available is the other room you booked….'' Her voice is small and timid. Her face is as red as the tacky-ass blazer she's wearing. And you're living for it. Yoongi loves being a catty bitch, so he’s eating that shit up.
He sighs loudly, trying to express his indifference, “Well, do you know if there is another hotel with rooms? I don’t mean to be rude, but this is ridiculous.” he’s tapping his fingers on the desk. To be honest, he looks rather hot when he’s angry.
“To my knowledge, all the hotels in the area are booked for the upcoming show, which I’m assuming you’re here for.” Her eyes move from his to look over at you. You give her the dirtiest look because fuck that bitch. And she looks away quickly.
“Let me speak with your manager. This is ridiculous.” You chuckle softly, not this bitch pulling that manager card. Maybe Yoongi is cattier than you thought.
Her face goes stark white “Uh… okay, just give me one moment to call him.”
She’s on the phone whispering to her manager for a few minutes. While that's going on, you’re looking Yoongi up and down. Not realizing until now how nice his ass was, it might look nicer than Jungkook’s. You push the thoughts away quickly. Why’re you thinking about this man like this? You have a faithful and absolutely gorgeous man back home. This isn’t worth it; it's not worth it!
“Why’re you staring at me?”
“I’m not! I was looking at the girl. Why didn’t you tell me you spoke french, asshole?”
He chuckles at you, turning to you. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, Princess. And it was too much fun watching you lose your shit; I didn’t wanna ruin my entertainment too early.”
You roll your eyes and unlock your phone to call Jungkook. The line rings for what seems like forever before going to voicemail. You leave him a message, telling him you’re safe and at the hotel but are having issues with the rooms and to call you back.
The hotel manager eventually comes to the desk, and he and Yoongi go back and forth for a while before reprimanding his employee and telling Yoongi that the presidential suite isn't booked and you two can say there. Yoongi seems happy with this, and you’re shown to the room. Finally, you can get some uninterrupted sleep.
You two settle in and eventually pass out on the sofa, but Yoongi’s sweet. He gently lifts you from the couch and brings you into the bedroom. Laying you on the mattress before sitting next to your sleeping body, “Oh, you sweet, naive, stupid little thing, you fell right into my trap.… It’s honestly such a shame that you’re going to give in to what you want. And if I can be honest, I can’t wait. I’m going to enjoy ruining your life.”
He pushes the hair out of your face before kissing the crown of your head softly. “You stupid girl..” he caresses your cheek. You lean into his palm instinctually, whispering Jungkook’s name softly before rolling away from his touch. Bitter is a word for what he feels. Bitter because, while he knows he will get what he wants from you eventually, it won't come quick enough for his liking. Bitter because he wants you under him, saying his name repeatedly while he does whatever he wants to you, wants you thinking about him and not Jungkook. He could give you everything Jungkook has given you, plus some. But he can tell it still won't be enough for your greedy soul, but he supposes it’ll suffice for him because he’s just as greedy for your attention.
He gets up from the bed and lies in the other room. He wishes he could sleep next to you. Feel your warmth next to him. All in due time, he tells himself before dozing off.
At 8 am, your alarm has you shooting up. You look around at your surrounding, questioning how you even got to this bed. You remember falling asleep on the couch but not getting up to come to the room. You check the time and realize that if you don’t get up and ready, you and Yoongi will be late for his shoot. So you scramble around for your things. At 8:45, you’re going to the other room to wake Yoongi up but stop when you notice him eating breakfast at the table.
“How long have you been up?”
“Since 7.”
You scoff. He’s starting to piss you off, “Why didn’t you wake me up then?”
“You’re my assistant. Why should I be the one waking you? Don’t be stupid. It doesn’t suit you.” He shoots you a look before going back to his food. In return, you walk over to him, pick up a glass of water and pour it over his head.
“Oops, should I assist in cleaning that up for you since you’re treating me like a glorified maid? OH! Or maybe I should assist in booking my flight home because if you keep talking to me like you own me, I’ll quit, and you and I both know the only reason I’m here is that you want to fuck me.” you slam the glass down on the table, turning around to leave him alone.
“Idiot. The cars here, hurry up,” you say to him before slamming the front door closed. He’s just sitting there in awe. Maybe you weren’t so naive to the shit he will pull this weekend.
He meets you in the car and immediately puts up the partition when he arrives. He grabs your face, and you look at him in shock, “You ever pull some shit like that again, I swear to god….”
You watch his eyes flick from your eyes to your lips repeatedly. Finally, he lets you go, and you two stare at each other for a while before colliding like magnets. The pull is too strong to avoid anymore. You kiss each other like it's the last time you’ll ever get to again. Then it hits you that you’re kissing your boss, cheating on Jungkook. And like he knew what you were doing, your phone rang with his name on the screen. You push Yoongi away and motion for him to stop and be quiet.
“Hi, Bunny.”
“Hi, baby girl. I got your message. How’d you sleep?” his voice raspy from sleep. You miss him. Most of all, you feel guilty.
“It was shitty. I can’t wait to come home to you.” You hear Yoongi scoffs as if to say that your lying to Jungkook. So you punch him in the arm, causing a low groan to leave him.
“About that. I have a surprise for you when you come home. I think you’ll like it.”
“You know I don’t like surprises. They make me anxious. Just tell me what it is.” You watch as Yoongi slides his hand up your skirt to touch you.
“I can’t, baby. Just know you’ll really like it and can use it daily.” You can just tell he’s smiling so big right now. Your heart breaks just a little for him. You, indeed, are a despicable human being right now.
“Okay… But listen, bunny, I just got to one of the venues for a photoshoot. I’ll call you when I’m done, okay?” he says okay to you, tells you he loves you, and hangs up after you say it back.
You quickly discard your phone as you move to straddle Yoongi. He’s huffing and puffing under you, sliding his hands under your shirt. You think they’re cold and slightly clammy while goosebumps follow his hands. “Tell me what you want, Angel.”
“You,” you whisper to him, and with that, he goes back to kissing you, making waste of your shirt on the seat next to him.
“Right here?” he questions, and you nod quickly. You don’t want him to stop. You want to keep kissing him, feeling him on you. Your mind is going wild with the possibilities.
“Beg for it, like the good girl I know you are, and I promise, I’ll fuck you right here in this car,” he says into your neck, tongue toying with the flesh. “I’ll make you wish you never even met Jungkook.”
You want to beg, but you hate that he had to bring Jungkook up. So you try to rationalize the decision you are about to make with yourself. Telling yourself you just need to get it out of your system, and then it’ll never happen again. You’ll just do it once, right? Right?
“Fuck me, right here, right now in this car, please… I want it so bad; I need it so bad.” You try to make yourself sound extra pathetic, and Yoongi hesitates for a moment before telling you to get up, and he pushes you up and off of him.
“Take your panties off 'cause I’m not doing it for you,” he demands, and you feel your clit twitch. You like it when he talks to you like this. Jungkook only does it when you have sex, but Yoongi is always crass. You think it’s because he lacks the emotional energy to be polite. You don’t know; you’re willing to find out eventually, but you just want his dick inside you right now. So you scramble to take your panties off. Once they’re off, he makes you undo his pants and pull his dick out. It’s much different from your dream—thick, long, and slightly darker shade of pink than his lips.
“Are you just going to stare at it, or are you going to suck it? Make a choice quickly because we have 20 minutes until we get to the venue.” You immediately take him in your mouth; it's heavy on your tongue. You make it your mission to give him the best head he’s ever had in his life because if it’s one thing you know you’re good at, it’s sucking dick.
You take what you can in your mouth and use a hand to help with the rest, bobbing your head and moaning at his taste. He’s just watching you, mouth slightly ajar. Small moans leave him every so often. He pulls your hair into a makeshift ponytail, so he can see the work that you’re putting in.
“Fuck— fuck, I knew you could suck dick. That’s it, Angel, just like that—such a good girl. You like it?” he lulls his head back and lets out the most heavenly sound you’ve been blessed to hear.
You pull off, so he looks at you, confused as to why you stopped. But before he can question him, you spit lewdly on his dick and start jerking him off before putting him back in your mouth. And he's so in awe at sight he swears he’s fallen more in love with you.
“You really are a dirty slut. Stop.” he pulls you off by your hair, grip so tight you know it will hurt later. He holds his grip on your hair before crashing his lips into yours. “Get on top of me right now.”
You move to straddle him again, pussy planted right on his dick, so you grind on it, making him feel how wet you genuinely are. He moans at the feeling. He feels like he’s going to explode right there.
“You want it, Kitty?” he chuckles at your nickname for him.
“Yeah, Angel, I want it. It’s mine now.” he moves you to position himself. “Sit.”
You moan softly at the stretch; it burns so good. He felt different than Jungkook. You knew it would be different but didn't think it would be this different. You don’t move, letting yourself adjust to him.
“Fucking move, or I’m going to nut in you right now. I swear to fuck.” you comply with his demand and begin to rock back and forth. Jungkook is no longer a factor in your thought process. The feeling of Yoongi’s dick inside you is all you can think about. You’ve officially gone dick dumb.
He bucks his hips into you, and you proceed to bite the fuck out of his shoulder, moaning at the way his dick rubs right against your g spot. Then, he pulls you away from his shoulder by your hair. “Don't fucking do that.”
“Sorry. You hit my g spot. It was a lot for me. I tend to bite when I’m stimulated like that.” you say before you start bouncing on his dick, and he juts his hips to meet you.
“S’okay. Just keep going. Yeah, just like that, Angel. You take dick so good.” he’s bucking his hips into you and checks his phone quickly. “8 minutes. Hurry up and make me cum.”
With that, you get up and switch positions so that your back is now to his chest. And you both begin to fuck each other at a ridiculous pace. You use his thighs as leverage. You’re in such a state of bliss when he licks his finger and starts to play with your clit, rubbing a circle on it quickly; you swear you could hear god calling you home. You feel the pressure building in your stomach and, seconds later, your cumming. You moan loudly before Yoongi slaps his hand over your mouth.
“Shut the fuck up.” you nod, brows furrowed as you clench around him. “Wouldn’t want the driver to know you’re back here getting fucked like the slut you are, right?”
You nod again. He’s twitching inside you as he fucks you through your orgasm. Then you feel the sensation of him filling you. You feel so disgusting but so hot. “You feel that, Angel? You feel me cumming inside you?”
“Clean yourself up. I’ll get you a plan B later.” He pushes you off him and tosses you an extra shirt he had in his bag.
He picks up your panties, stuffing them in his pocket. He tells you they’re his now and kisses you once more before rechecking his phone. “2 minutes to spare. This was fun. We have to do this again. Maybe when we get back to the hotel later tonight?”
You laugh at him, “There won't be an ‘again’ Yoongi.”
He laughs back while he cleans himself, “Keep telling yourself that, baby girl. I promise, we're going to fuck again and keep fucking. I’m going to be your new addiction. You can’t quit great dick.” the car stops, and he gets out as nothing happened.
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Black Dress (Jungkook Short Story)
A/N: Slightly suggestive content. This is FANTASY. Everyone likes different things/has different standards in their relationship; if this is something you don't like, that's okay! I appreciate the read anyway and hope you have a great scroll <3
"Dammit, I'm gonna be late!" You frantically comb your lashes upwards, careful enough to get too many black speckles on your freshly shadowed eyelids.
"Babe, I think B/f/n is calling you!" Jungkook calls out from the bedroom. "Can you answer it and tell her I'll only be five more minutes?" You respond, knowing good and well you need at least another fifteen. When he doesn't say anything, you go back to what you were doing, adding the finishing touches to your face.
"There," You say triumphantly, taking a few steps backward to admire your reflection in the mirror. Your makeup is flawless, lashes almost touching your brows from the million coats of mascara, hair perfectly set, and your little black dress is sticking to every curve of your body like a hungry lover.
"She said you need to hurry or else she's gonna-" He comes in speaking, though he immediately stop midway when he sees you. "Babe," He says, his mouth a tight line. You already know what he's gonna say, but you play dumb, "Yes, my love?" You don't turn to him, instead you look at him through the reflection in the mirror. "Yes, my love?" He mimics you, "Please go change." "Why? I think I look really nice," You smooth out the front of your dress. "Yes you do, but you're also showing like, everything," He says, walking over so that he's right next to you. "Look at this," He grabs your waist and spins you half way so that your side is to the mirror, "all of this is too accentuated- and this!" He bends down slightly to touch the hem, "It's right under the cheeks! That's it. I'm coming with you." "Baby," You laugh, finding it quite cute how much he's whining, "I'm just going with the girls. Trust me, I won't even entertain a conversation with a guy." "My love, I don't like this..." "How about this," You turn back to face him and grab his belt loop to bring him closer, "I go out tonight wearing this," you look up at him, lashes acting as a delicate curtain; it drives him crazy when you look at him like that, "And when I get home- you can help me take it off."
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