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gojos-fr-bae · 7 months

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Liar pt.3

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Pairing: Gojo x fem!eader

Warnings: Pregnancy, sososos saaaaaad, ands, fluff, drinnking, I LOVE Kouki

Word Count: 1k (not them getting shorter)

A/N: BOO! Didin't see this coming huh? Me neither tbh but i didn't go to school yesterday and boredom was kiiling me sooo.....

Month 5

Satrou (I swear we'll see y/n and Kouki this time, allow me this once)

As Satoru slowly awoke from his restless sleep, unbearable nausea overcame him as he threw his bearley living body to his toilet, regurgitating meals he has no memory of even eating. His mouth burned as he vomited bile, burning his tongue.

He had lost his will to live but life refused to let him go. He forced himself to get up, get ready, and prepare himself for the copious amounts of bullshit he would have to deal with throughout whatever amount of time he is able to remain conscious.

As he sat under a tree, ungodly amounts of booze already flowing through his system, he watched his students train on the plain before him.

He felt the grass beside him shuffle, the scent of surgical spirit and smoke flooding his senses.

“Hey idiot,” Shoko said, her raspy voice barely reaching his ears.

She turned to face her former classmate as he sat there, silent with a stoic face.

“Are you seriously planning on staying boring forever?”

No Answer

Shoko Sighed as she looked at her friend. Ever since you left he had never been the same. It pained her to see the bubbliest, happiest person she has ever known in such a state. It was worlds worse than when they lost Suguru and she couldn’t help but feel for the guy. She placed her hand on his shoulder and rubbed it slowly, facing him as he stared at nothing.

“Please take care of yourself, and slow down with the drinking, you’re cooking yourself.” she said with a softness that was rare to hear from her.

The doctor rose from her seat and looked down at Satoru, he’ll be okay. Sha’s praying for him to be okay.

Year 1

Y/N

You woke up and immediately ran to your son’s room, excitement having seeped into every bone in your body .When you walked in and saw you ray of sunshine kneeling against the edge of his crib, bright gummy smile with four front teeth showing and you felt like you were about to EXPLODE.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVEEEEYYYYYY!!!!!!!!” You screamed, picking him up and squeezing him to your chest.

His giggles filled the room and you peppered kisses all over his face. You took him to the living room as he clutched the shirt you were wearing. You walked him to the small living room of your quaint apartment, showing him the cake you stayed up all night baking. You laughed as he put his hand on the cake, smearing it all over his face in an attempt to eat it.

You looked at your son and you felt the love spillover as you couldn't help but tear up at the thought that your precious little angel was growing up. You were so, so proud. But the happiness was slightly soured by the fact that you would have to raise him without his father. You thought about Satoru and where he was right now. From what Megumi had told you, he had taken your disappearance har but he couldn’t really tell you more as Satoru and Megumi barely even saw each other seeing as Satoru buries himself in his work now.

You never hated him and never wished anything bad upon him, but you couldn’t help but miss what you shared, yet when you looked down at your cooing baby, you thought about his future and knew you had done what was best for him. You hope so.

Satoru

Gojo sat in the unoccupied nursery with a blue frosted cupcake in his hands and a number 1 lit candle. He had made sure that he was sober throughout the entire day and night prior just for this occasion. He looked down at the empty crib and pictured you and your child celebrating his first birthday, perfectly happy.

Without him.

For all he knew you had moved on to someone else and his child had a loving father taking care of him. Hisalready shattered heart only broke more and yet he was so happy and excited and proud that his son was already a year old.Although he wasn't there to witness it, it still filled him with such innocent joy.

“Happy birthday my love,” He whispered, a lone tear cascading down his cheek.”I love you.”

Year 2

Y/N

You were seated at your desk at 11pm, looking down at all the bills that needed payment by the end of the month. Rent, water, electricity, you need to buy food, clothes, new shoes for Kouki, and on top of all of this, he was meant to start school in September which was only a month away and you aren't sure how you were going to make all these payments on time seeing as your job didn’t pay you enough to handle it.

“Mommy?” you heard a soft voice call at the entrance of the office. At your door stood your precious kikufuku dressed in his kitty onesie and blue and white monkey plushie being dragged on the ground behind him as he held it loosely.

“Baby, what are you doing awake?” you cooed as he waddled towards you and raised his arms as a sign for you to carry him.

You and your son were extremely attached to each other not only because you were his only parent (technically) but because you worked as customer care you were able to work from home, meaning you two were together 24/7 and it showed.

You placed him on your lap and he immediately snuggled as close to you as possible.

“Sweepy,” he murmured, already falling asleep in your arms.

You looked down at him, kissing his forehead as you realized that you might not be able to give him a life that he deserves.

But you would, If you went back to teaching.

You didn’t want to get yourself involved with what happened right after his birth again but you needed him to have the best life possible. And if that meant you needed to go back, you had no choice. You had to do it for him.

But at what cost?

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

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juyeonszn · 8 months

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POISON IN MY MIND

PAIRING lee hyunjae x f!reader

WORD COUNT 5.54k

GENRES smut ﹒ some angst (but very little)

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, ceo/ceo’s son!hyunjae, assistant!reader, power play tbh, hyunjae is an asshole (for what he thinks is good reason), another jacob bae appearance, juyeon is also mentioned, there’s a rain scene bc i love my rain scenes <3, hyunjae is a stupid idiot, making out (aggressively), nipple play, no foreplay lol, unprotected sex, sex on a desk x2 — but one is missionary & one is doggy? style?, overstimulation, degradation, brat taming?, creampie lol, the aftercare is there i promise

SUMMARY who really cared that you supposedly hated your boss?

MORE HELLAURRRRR FAWNTOBER DAY 4!!! im hoping i have no delays with the rest of the fics but idk bc the burnout is starting to kick in….. someone pls help…. it’s bc my brain is making me write more than i planned 😭 anyways! pls reblog if u enjoyed!

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“Look at you, rutting against me like a fucking bitch in heat,” Hyunjae growls, lips beside your ear as he pounds into you from behind, your hair wrapped tightly around his fist. “Thought you hated me, sweetheart.”

“I— fuck— I do,” you whine, back arching off of the desk and into his chest. “I hate you s-so goddamn much.”

Okay, let’s rewind for a bit of context.

Truly, you hated Lee Hyunjae. He was such a pretentious prick, always dead set on being right about everything. He couldn’t stand those who he felt were inferior to him, those who he thought were incompetent. If he felt you couldn’t do your job to his standards, he’d fire you on the spot.

Despite not being the CEO of the company himself, he practically carried all of the perks that came with the position. That was only because he was the actual CEO’s son and the future heir to the conglomerate his father owned.

You had the unfortunate pleasure of being his assistant, tied to doing his bidding until your contract with the company timed out. You originally applied for the job for two reasons. The first was due to the fact that you genuinely loved the initial purpose pushed forward by the CEO. He shared a lot of similar ideals with you and had spectacular visions for bettering the business world. The second was because at the time of your application, you wanted to be the CEO’s assistant. And that was what you’d gotten hired for.

It paid more than well enough and it was your dream job. You loved what you did for at least the first year and a half. Until he announced that he’d be retiring within the next couple years and his son would be taking over as a form of practice for being in charge when he inherited the entire conglomerate.

You’d never met him in person before, only hearing the high praises Mr. Lee had for his precious son. So on his first day, you had extremely raised expectations for the male. You dressed your best (not that you didn’t put effort in before) and put on your sweetest personality, wanting to make a good impression on your new boss.

Imagine the disappointment you felt when you realized he was nothing but an entitled asshole.

He made you feel stupid, as if you didn’t know how to do your own job. What started as sitting in on important meetings and going over different documents with Mr. Lee, turned into running errands for Hyunjae and cleaning up his messes. If you weren’t out buying his coffee or grabbing his dry cleaning, you were sorting his paperwork for him and making sure he was prepared for his upcoming conferences, as if he wasn’t capable of doing so himself. You felt like a fucking babysitter rather than an assistant; like an errand boy rather than an employee.

You were so incredibly tired and it had only been four months. A few, tortuous months of you being treated like you hadn’t already given an arm and a leg for this company. Half of you wanted to just throw in the towel, rip up the damn contract right in front of the fucker and walk out of those gold plated double doors for good.

“Just push through, Y/N,” Jacob sighs over the video call. “Your contract ends at the end of the year, and if you still feel like quitting, then that’s that. You don’t have to worry about renewing or trying to reinstate your job.”

You were on your lunch break, holed away in one of the many unused conference rooms on the top floor. Hyunjae was being extra irritating today and if you didn’t speak with a voice of reason, you thought you’d make a drastic decision that would alter the course of your life forever. Whether that was tossing your employee contract in the shredder, or committing premeditated murder, the world may never know. Shout out to Jacob Bae.

“What if I push him out of the floor-to-ceiling window in his office? I could make it look like an accident. Everyone would probably rejoice instead of mourning him, because we would all be so much happier.” You throw the back of your hand over your forehead. Well, that answers that.

“You’re not killing anyone. If you got caught, you wouldn’t look good in a prison jumpsuit. Orange isn’t your color.” Jacob shakes his head, rolling his eyes playfully.

You gasp scandalously, sitting upright to gape at him. “What the hell? Yes, I so would! I would make that prison jumpsuit my bitch—“

Someone clears their throat behind you, causing you to flinch, whipping around in your swivel chair to find the culprit. When it’s none other than Lee Hyunjae staring back at you, you feel like your life has just flashed before your eyes. You wonder just how much of that conversation he heard before making his presence known.

“Um, Cobie, I’m gonna have to call you back…” You don’t allow your friend time to respond, ending the call before he can incriminate you more than you already have.

Hyunjae leans against the doorframe, arms crossed over his absurdly broad chest. Did this guy have to wear the tightest dress shirts possible? Maybe it was time for him to update his wardrobe. You tuck your hair behind your ear, slowly standing up from the chair. His expression is unreadable, not that you ever had it easy when it came to understanding the many faces of Lee Hyunjae.

“Mr. Lee, what— uh— what can I do for you?” You ask with a slight waver in your tone. So much for not incriminating yourself. He purses his lips, taking a step closer to you.

“Juyeon can no longer accompany me on the trip to Tokyo next week. Which means you’re second on the totem pole,” he says simply, loosening his tie. “Better pack your bags, ‘cause I’m not taking no for an answer.”

This was horrible.

You were mentally cursing Lee Juyeon over and over. Why did he have to back out at the last minute? This was the one part of the job that you couldn’t allow yourself to do. You’d much rather drive in circles around Seoul and grab iced Americanos than be in a completely different country, with no other company aside from Lee Hyunjae himself.

When he gave you your demise, you immediately tried to get out of it. Your excuse was valid; you didn’t have a passport and that’s kind of essential when traveling to another country. But even then, it wasn’t enough to get you out of this predicament. Being the rich, influential man he was, Hyunjae had your passport expedited and sent to your mailbox within a couple days. You gave up after that.

There was nothing he couldn’t do.

Except maybe being tolerable. You think that was most likely his only fault. He could’ve been the complete package had he mastered the art of bedside manner. His father was one of the kindest, selfless men you’d ever met. You were often curious why those same traits didn’t translate to his son. Then again, he had probably been raised as a spoiled brat who got everything his heart desired.

To make matters worse, you had one of those suites with a Jack and Jill bathroom, meaning he could enter yours without difficulty if he wanted. You supposed that was because the rooms were reserved with him and Juyeon in mind. Perhaps the case would be different if you were the first pick for this trip.

You let out a deep exhale, waiting outside of the conference room that Hyunjae was currently in. This was meeting number seven, and the last of the day before you could finally go back to the hotel and relax. You’d be flying back to South Korea the following day on the Lees’ private jet. All of your time in Japan had been spent both sitting in and sitting out of board meetings, so much talk about business plans that you felt dizzy.

All you yearned for was a nice warm bath and some room service, wanting to call it an early night because of your flight in the morning. You were exhausted, eyes growing heavier and heavier the longer Hyunjae sat in that room full of old men that came from bloodlines of money. Even though it was your job to be here, you felt so out of place. There were moments you found yourself contemplating your career path. You were surrounded by people who could just sign a check to get rid of their life problems. That wasn’t you.

Before you can fall down a rabbit hole, the door to the conference room is swinging open and Hyunjae is storming out, some of the other board members calling after him. Your eyes widen and your eyebrows furrow, your body springing up to follow after him. Wearing some flats instead of heels was probably the smartest choice you’d made today, making it less of a struggle to chase after your boss.

“Mr. Lee!” You cup a hand around your mouth, trailing him like a lost puppy to the elevator. It closes before you can get on and you groan, running a hand through your hair frustratedly. As you wait for the next one down, you call the driver so the car is waiting out front. According to the recent weather notification on your phone, it was pouring outside.

The elevator dings when it arrives back at the floor you were on and you hurry to get on, pressing the lobby level aggressively in hopes it would move faster. Even the soothing music playing over the speakers isn’t enough to calm your nerves, picking at your nails as the numbers transition to the corresponding floors you pass. This was one of the numerous occasions you wished your boss wasn’t so impulsive. What did they even say to him in that meeting to cause such a reaction?

The doors open and you’re rushing out, frantically searching for Hyunjae in the lobby. You spot the driver parked under the carport, waiting. Your feet carry you to the car, knocking on the window to get his attention. He rolls it down with a confused look.

“Have you seen Mr. Lee?” You ask, a bit winded by all of the running you’d been doing.

“I thought I saw him walk that way,” he points ahead, though it hardly answers your question. “I didn’t realize you weren’t with him.”

Just fucking peachy. He was making you chase him into the rain now? You needed a pay raise.

Thankfully, it’s a breeze to spot him, since he’s the only person in the crowd without an umbrella. You pinch the bridge of your nose, forcing yourself to walk out into the cold rain, weaving through pedestrians to get to him faster. He’s not much further from you, but you’d rather drag his ass back to the car sooner rather than later, the precipitation seeping through your dress shirt and pants, chilling you to the bone.

“Mr. Lee!”

You reach for his wrist and wrap your fingers around it, yanking slightly to yield his focus. He turns around with hardened features, but they soften just enough for you to notice when he realizes that it’s you. Your lips form a flat line, eyelashes coated with a mixture of mascara and rain water, obscuring your vision.

“I don’t know what happened in there, but I don’t have it in me to ask. Please, can we just go back to the hotel?” You ask almost desperately, teeth beginning to chatter. He frowns, but nods nonetheless, letting you pull him to the safety of the carport— where you’re free from the unrelenting pelts against your body— and into the car.

You don’t say anything the whole drive to the hotel you’re staying at, biting your tongue because you were afraid you might blow up on him over his stupidity and get yourself fired. Your bottom lip quivers and you hug yourself for warmth, the car’s heater failing to bring back the color in your cheeks. In spite of hating nearly everything about him, you thought the one good thing Hyunjae had going for him was his wits. He might’ve been stuck up, but he was smart as hell. Except right now. In your books, he was the biggest idiot in the history of idiots.

The silence continues even after you’ve arrived at your hotel, shadowing you into the elevator and to your respective rooms. You don’t acknowledge him, unlocking your suite and entering to avoid any conversation. The remainder of your energy for the day was used when you were attempting to save him from getting fucking hypothermia.

You stand in the shower until your fingers have pruned, resting your forehead against the frosted glass as the scorching water battered your back, easing the tension in your muscles. While changing into your pajamas, your phone buzzes with a text message.

[9:23pm] mr. lee (DNI): i don’t know if u’ve eaten already, but i ordered a lot of food if u’d like to have some of it.

[9:24pm] mr. lee (DNI): left my bathroom door unlocked so u can just let urself in

Your lips purse as you mull over his offer. It wasn’t exactly an olive branch, but even if it was, you wouldn’t take it as such. You had too much pride for that. Instead you viewed this as him just feeling guilty for having you pursue him in the rain. That was definitely not in your job description. Perhaps he wasn’t as heartless as he made himself out to be, and he just didn’t know how to extend an apology without being awkward about it.

Reluctantly, you give in.

[9:27pm] you: sure. be right there

You slide your feet into your slippers and shuffle through the four doors between the two of you that lead to his suite. It takes everything in you to not visibly react to the difference between your rooms. His is so much more spacious, with enough room for a table and couches, aside from the usual desk. Even he looks expensive, a silk pajama set adorning his body— the first few buttons undone to give you a glimpse of his chest, though it hardly leaves room for the imagination.

Hyunjae sits at the table, various sushi roll platters in front of him. He holds up his chopsticks as he scrolls through his phone mindlessly, glancing up when your slippers shuffle against the floor. He takes in your appearance as quickly as he can without making it obvious, the corner of his lips curling up when he sees the teddy bears on your feet.

“You know, I didn’t think you’d come,” he starts after a few minutes of eating in an awkward quietness. “Not just here, to my room, but on the trip in general. I thought you’d put up a bigger fight to get out of it.”

“It’s part of my job, Mr. Lee.” You say flatly, taking away as much emotion from the statement as you could to avoid getting in an unnecessary argument.

“We’re not at work and it’s outside of working hours, Y/N. You can call me Hyunjae.” He tries to meet your eyes but they’re focused on picking at the skin around your nails, legs criss-crossed on your seat.

“Why do you go by Hyunjae?” You decide to ask, glancing up at him finally. “Your dad said your birth name was Jaehyun.”

“I don’t remember when exactly it was, but when I was in grade school, a classmate called me Hyunjae by accident and it just stuck. I’ve never really liked the name Jaehyun, if I’m being honest. It was a common name, and well, you of all people should know that I’m all about my individuality.” He leans back in his chair a bit, folding his arms over his chest. You ignore how it makes his pectorals squish together. God, you were no better than man…

“Is that why you’re nothing like your father?” You don’t mean to say that out loud. The thought popped into your head, as it always does, and for some reason this time it just shimmies its way through your mouth. You press your lips together, shifting uncomfortably at the sudden tension that arises in the room.

“I’m well aware of what you think of me, Y/N,” he chides, tapping his fingers against his biceps. “You may think you’re good at hiding it, but I’m very perceptive. And I also overheard that conversation with your friend— the one where you were plotting my assassination and whatnot.”

“Are you open to rebuttal?” Perhaps you should just stop talking, maybe pause the hole you were digging yourself into. Did you want to keep your job? Sure this was all off the record, but be fucking for real, it was Hyunjae you were speaking with.

He shrugs. “Shoot. Let’s hear it.”

“You’re kind of a narcissist,” you kick off strong, hitting him right where you think it may hurt. “You don’t take in the consideration of others, and you always have to be correct. If someone even slightly disagrees with you, you lose your shit. You’re condescending, you’re a perfectionist, you’re hot headed, and after the stunt you pulled today, you’ve exhibited that you’re also really fucking irrational. I’ve done so much in the time I’ve been with the company prior to you, I’ve given so much of myself for the improvement that your father was aiming for and you took all that hard work and crushed it between your fingers, just to have me running around like I’m your maid.”

Hyunjae wears an amused smirk on his lips, like he couldn’t be bothered with your grievances. Your eye practically twitches, irritation boiling up like water ready for a pasta dinner. You stab your chopsticks into a piece of sushi with a raised eyebrow.

“You’re cute when you get worked up,” he hums, carding a hand through his hair. “I almost want to keep my thoughts to myself.”

You choke on your saliva, smacking yourself on the chest to regain control of your breathing. Whatever you were expecting him to say wasn’t that. Should he even be calling you that? He was your boss. Not just that, but you sort of hated everything there was to hate about him. The tiny compliment shouldn’t make both of your heartbeats quicken.

“W-What are you talking about?”

Hyunjae stands from his chair, walking around the table to sit on the edge of the desk in the room, not much further away but enough distance to keep you calm. He rolls his neck, scratching at the nape to relieve some of the awkwardness seeping into the suite. “My father has done nothing but sing your praises since he hired you. I know how capable you are of this job, Y/N. I know that you’ve accomplished more than individuals who have been with the company even longer than you. Trust me, I know.”

“Then why do you discard me the way you do? Why do you treat me like I don’t know what I’m doing?” This time you don’t stop the emotions from creeping beneath your words, your voice cracking just slightly. If Hyunjae heard, he makes no effort to show it.

“Because, I had to keep myself as far from you as possible,” he admits, finally making eye contact. “From the moment I laid eyes on you, I was fucked. I knew I wouldn’t be able to control myself around you and as your boss, I couldn’t do that. As my father’s son, I couldn’t do that. So I resorted to the next best thing, making you hate me and having you do shitty side tasks to separate myself from you. I thought, ‘If she thinks I’m the worst boss ever, she’ll want nothing to do with me’. And that’s exactly what my goal was. But now you’re here in Tokyo, alone with me in my hotel room and I’m starting to rethink that decision.”

You stare at him— mouth agape, heart in your throat. Once upon a time, you believed Lee Hyunjae was one of the brightest, smartest businessmen of your generation. It seemed that he just wanted to go and prove you wrong on that today, in multiple instances. How could someone be so fucking stupid? You were genuinely curious what went through his head.

“You’re unbelievable,” you scoff, a laugh devoid of humor sneaking in along with it as you stand from your own chair. “Actually unbelievable. What made you think that was a good idea? You made me feel like I wasn’t good enough to be in this position because you didn’t think you could keep it in your pants around me?”

And just as you’re about to leave, he wraps his fingers around your wrist to stop you. You were getting a weird sense of déjà vu. He pulls you into his chest, your body sandwiched between his legs as he holds you close to him. Your eyes are wide and your lips are parted. (Though you don’t know if it’s out of shock, sudden arousal, or both.)

In this proximity, you can see every small detail of his face. From the freckle on the bridge of his nose to the thick eyelashes framing dark eyes to the softness of his lips. You’ve never had the opportunity to properly look at Hyunjae, always too pissed off to even be within ten feet of him. But standing here— face-to-face, eye-to-eye— you’re starting to wish the object of your hatred and many complaints wasn't so handsome.

“If you push me away now, I’ll leave you alone forever,” he breathes, hands fisting the material of your pajama top, as if that would ground him. “If you tell me there’s absolutely no possibility of you wanting me back, I’ll let you go back to your room like none of this happened.”

You don’t respond. The words are right there. They’re perched on the tip of your tongue, just anticipating to climb out of your mouth and put him in his place. It’s been months of constantly feeling like you were meaningless to the company you’ve given so many sleepless nights to— months of second guessing just how much you’ve actually contributed. But with one glance down to your lips with eyes resembling the night sky, Hyunjae has managed to wipe all of that from your memory.

So instead of turning around— instead of walking through the four doors that divide your hotel rooms— you stay planted between his thighs, grabbing the sides of his face and pulling his lips onto your own.

He groans into the kiss, tightening his grip on your shirt and bringing you closer to him. You feel him against your stomach, hard and ready for you, ready for any contact you’re willing to give him. It’s so much and too little at the same time, fingers slipping beneath your top and searing your skin.

He nips at your bottom lip, as if asking for permission to permeate your mouth with his tongue. You welcome the wet muscle with gratitude, moaning when it tangles with yours. The blunt edges of his nails dig into your lower back when the sound hits his ears. You tug at the hairs on the base of his neck, one hand sliding down the front of his body to feel him up.

Through the thin silk of his pajamas you can make out the outline of his sculpted torso. If Hyunjae was more coherent and less intoxicated by your lips on his, he’d tease you for your desperation. But because he's neither of those, he, too, finds himself clawing at every bit of fabric of your clothing he can, longing to touch anything he can get his hands on. You feel drunk, and you wonder if he makes you feel like this with his lips alone, what else can he do?

The straps of your top fall off your shoulders the longer you stand there, making out like it was second nature to both of you. When you take a step back to catch your breath, lips swollen and glistening with a mixture of both yours and his saliva. Your chests are heaving up and down, foreheads resting on the other’s.

“Can I take that as a yes?” Hyunjae rasps, pushing your straps further down your arms. You whine, connecting your mouths again. This was embarrassing enough, you didn’t want to have to say the words out loud. Saying it out loud made this real, and you didn’t want to accept the fact that you were about to fuck your boss.

He chuckles against your lips, undoing the buttons of his shirt without parting from your kiss. You help him toss it somewhere in the room, your hands groping his arms and squeezing his biceps. He spins the two of you around so you’re the one with the edge of the desk on your back. His arms hook under your thighs, placing you on the surface so it’s less strain on his neck as he leans down.

You instinctively spread your legs to make room for him, throwing your head back with a drawn out sigh when he presses two fingers to your core. Even with your panties and your flimsy pajama shorts in the way, the pressure relieves some of the ache you feel in your gut. Your top slips off enough that your bare breasts are now on full display for Hyunjae. He keeps circling your clit through your clothes, mouth enveloping one of your peaked nipples and tongue swirling around the sensitive bud.

“C-Can’t hold on anymore,” you whimper. “Need to cum on your cock.”

Something shifts in Hyunjae when he hears you beg. You’d always been so set in stone when it came to standing your ground, so for you to surrender yourself to him, in spite of reiterating how much you despise him, it did a number on his sanity. You have no idea what you’ve just done to him.

“No foreplay? Think you can handle it, sweetheart?” He goads, but his fingers dip into the waistband of both your underwear and your shorts to pull them down your legs anyway.

“You’re talking a whole lot for someone who’s still wearing their pants.” You bite back, but almost immediately retract your words when he rids them, revealing that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath them. No fucking wonder you could feel him so much.

He’s huge, like so huge you kind of regret skipping the foreplay. But it was too late to go back now, your pride as big as his dick. One of your hands reaches to wrap around his length, your teeth finding purchase on your lip as you stroke him gently. Every pulse and every vein beneath your touch has you curling your toes in excitement. He hisses when your thumb swipes over his tip, collecting the precum that’s formed there.

Hyunjae drags you closer to the edge, prying your legs wider so he fits perfectly between them. You guide him to your entrance, a moan ripping from your throat when he presses into you. He’s not even fully sheathed inside of you, but the stretch is so fucking delicious, stinging just enough that it provides pleasure rather than pain. He pulls out to drive back in and repeats, a little deeper each time he does.

When he bottoms out, his hips snap into yours, large hands keeping your thighs apart as he begins to thrust into you. His cock is snug within your warm walls, kissing so deep inside that you start to see stars well before the coil in your abdomen has begun to wind up. The noises leaving your mouth are insane, loud and echoing throughout the hotel room. It made shame bubble up in your chest, because why couldn’t your detestation overpower the urge to crumble at his fingertips?

“Fuck you’re so tight,” Hyunjae groans, eyes concentrated on where his cock slips in and out of you. “You needed this, huh? Needed me to fuck you real good? Like a filthy slut?”

You’ve never thought you’d be into degradation. In fact, a man calling you demeaning names actually pissed you off. So you felt like you’d end up picking a fight if ever in the situation where someone tried to degrade you. However, the words falling from Hyunjae’s lips have the opposite effect on you. They have you clenching around him and mewling like a goddamn pornstar.

His pace is relentless, inching you closer and closer to your breaking point. He lays you flat on the desk, one hand gripping your hip and the other sneaking to your clit. His thumb rubs ovular motions into the engorged skin, his body folding over yours to capture your lips with his. He swallows your cries when your climax washes over you suddenly, your walls fluttering around his cock.

Hyunjae pulls out before he can follow suit, flipping you onto your stomach like you were a fucking pancake. He bends you over the edge of the desk as his thumb continues to circle your clit slowly, languidly just to ride out your high. He propels forward, his dick still so hard as it breaches your hole once again. He curses, extra sensitive after depriving himself of his own orgasm.

You push back on him, wanting to feel him even deeper. Your whole body burns beneath him, his chest slick with sweat as it presses you flat to the desk. You need him everywhere, God you want him everywhere. It’s not enough to have him buried inside of you. You need to be one with him; one body, one mind, one soul. You need him filling your senses— blinding your sight, obstructing your scent, stealing your touch, invading your taste, muting your hearing.

Okay, now let’s resume.

“I— fuck— I do,” you whine, back arching off of the desk and into his chest. “I hate you s-so goddamn much.”

“Yeah? I’m sure you do. You hate me so much, yet you want me to fuck you full of my cum, don’t you? Gonna let me finish inside you?” His voice is exerted, and you can tell he’s close. But you are too, so you’re not above pleading for your sweet release. Not when it rewards you so well.

“Mhm,” you whimper, cheek smushed to the surface under you. “Please, Jae… Need it so— oh my god— need it s-o bad.”

Hyunjae hikes one of your knees onto the desk, allowing him to plunge extensively. Your clit bumps the edge, that coil in your stomach fracturing little by little until it’s busted completely and you’re a babbling, incomprehensible mess. The sight of you fucked absolutely stupid tips Hyunjae into his own spiral, painting your velvety walls with thick ropes of his cum. He lets his forehead fall on your shoulder, rocking into you with delayed groans as he spills all he has to offer you. It’s so much that even his cock plugging you up isn’t sufficient to keep it from dribbling along your thighs.

You’re both too winded to move, much less fathom what just happened. You feel him panting on your back, eyes shut as you also attempt to regain your bearings. Where the hell do you go from here?

“H-Hyunjae…” You wince when he stirs inside of you. “Can— uh— can you pull out?”

He grunts as he carefully does what you’ve asked, running a hand down his face when more of his release trickles out of you. He knew you couldn’t afford another round. Just by looking at you he can see how spent you are. What you needed was another bath and some good rest. Without skipping a beat, he reaches out to tuck some strands of your hair that were stuck to your face behind your ear, wiping away the sweat that glued itself there.

“We have a lot to talk about,” he says, grasping your hands and caressing the backs with his thumbs. “But that can wait until tomorrow. For now, just let me take care of you, okay?”

“Okay.” You agree, tone no more voluminous than a whisper.

You did have a lot to discuss pertaining to tonight, but that wasn’t a priority at the moment. Who really cared that you supposedly hated your boss? All you could focus on was how gentle his fingers were as he washed your body for you, massaging your muscles so delicately you might as well have melted in the palms of his hands. And all you could pay attention to was the hushed sound of his voice as he kissed your temple and lulled you to sleep, within the comfort of his arms.

Yeah. You could revisit the whole Lee Hyunjae hatred train another day.

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Moves & Countermoves (Part 7)

Summary: No one ever wins the games, even fourteen years later, Y/N is still playing.

“What’d you think? Should we climb it?” Tyson asks his district partner, teasingly.

She is two years his junior, still not an idiot. The giant pile of sand funneling in from the top of the arena is no hiking expedition. “No, we should save our strength, like Haymitch said.”

“Did you know the tallest mountain in the world was called Mount Everest? Before the founding of our great nation?” He presses on, largely ignoring Y/N’s sage advice.

“What do they call it now?” She wonders.

“Trick question; tallest mountain in the world was actually Mauna Kea.”

“Now’s a bad time for trivia.” Y/N decides, a hand at her brow to shield the blazing sun.

“It’s the only time we’ve got.”

Y/N startles awake, as she always does from dreams of him. Dreams of a stranger, who in under two weeks became her best friend. The games are funny that way, time moves differently there. People who standby you in the arena become closer than people you’ve known for years. The ones that haunt you forever.

She thinks of him often. Though Y/N never had a brother, she decided a long time ago, that is where Tyson fit. How he taunted and teased her, protected and loved her, all at the same time. And when she named her son Everest, sealing the tiniest drop of Tyson in her blood, Y/N found some peace with it. Giving new life to the boy who died so that she might live.

When she hears Peeta recounting the day he fell in love with Katniss, her heart sinks. The gamemakers won’t let them both win. They can’t. President Snow simply won’t allow it. And if what they’re saying now is true, even if one of them survives…

“There’s backstory,” Haymitch muses.

Maybe he believes Seneca would do it, two victors. Or maybe he just wants her to believe that he believes. One thing about Haymitch is that he will lie, either straight up or simply omit key details to shield Y/N. Protect her at any cost, as if she were some fragile thing.

She used to hate it, until she understood. Not fragile; precious. Something more valuable than money, or secrets, even booze. If anything happened to Y/N, his world would simply stop turning. The sun would set and never rise. She is a precious commodity of extremely limited supply. She could never be replaced.

“You need medicine for that leg.” Katniss changes the topic of conversation.

“I don’t get many parachutes.” Peeta admits, though he doesn’t tell her why.

“We’ll figure something out.”

“Like what?”

“Something.” Katniss huffs, into the dimly lit cave.

“I think that was the green light on the meds for Peeta.” It’s go time. Haymitch rises from the bench, offering his hand.

This particular offering will not come cheap, it’s time for the original lovers of district twelve to do what they do best. Work an angle.

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“What do you mean we can’t send medicine? We’ve always been able to send medicine.”

“Not my rules, Mrs. Abernathy.” The woman behind the counter says.

“Of course not, you just work here.” Haymitch smiles.

The Capitol employee returns the gesture.

“We’ve been raising this money all day and Y/N is obviously upset that we can’t go through with sending the medicine, but we understand. Is there any information you could give us to help put our minds at ease about the condition of our tribute?”

The woman looks to Y/N now. District twelve tributes rarely make it this far and everyone is quite taken with the young lovers. Against her better judgment, she motions for Y/N to lean down toward her. “There will be an opportunity for your tribute to receive medicine tomorrow.”

“Is there anything we can send today?” Y/N asks.

“You can send soup.”

“Soup.” Haymitch repeats, with false enthusiasm. “We’ll send them soup.”

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“Attention tributes, commencing at dawn, there will be a feast of sorts, at the cornucopia. Each of you need something desperately and we plan to be…generous hosts.”

“And that is why we couldn’t send medicine,” Haymitch laughs, staring down at the contents of his cup.

They’re trying to wrap this up, everyone’s off in different directions. Bring them back together for one hell of a show before curtain fall.

“Five needs food. Thresh just got bread so…maybe weapons? Two needs…armor? I don’t-” Y/N presses a finger against her temple, desperate for answers.

“You feeling ok?” Haymitch’s brow furrows.

“Yes,” Y/N bites out.

Her husband reels back. It is not uncommon for Y/N to mourn tributes, even ones that aren’t theirs. It is unlike her to take it out on him.

“Sorry, I’m sorry.” Y/N apologizes, immediately. Taking one of his hands in hers.

Haymitch turns his gaze to their twined fingers, she’s shaking, “when’s the last time you ate something?”

“Not hungry.”

“You need to eat,” he decides.

“Nothing tastes right.”

“Listen angel, if they’re gonna poison you, it won’t be here.”

“I must be coming down with something.” Or the stress. Despite all of this, she’s never faired well under duress.

“Probably why you puked in that lady’s ice bucket.” Haymitch notes.

“You know what does sound halfway decent?”

“Hmm?”

“Those little cream puffs with powdered sugar on top.”

Haymitch grins, “I’ll bring a plate.”

He hovers after that. Y/N can’t stand hovering, but she tolerates it. Understanding that it comes from a place of love. She didn’t mean to worry him.

Haymitch can’t sleep. Even after Y/N is out cold.

“I love you so much, Haymitch.”

She who brushes wayward hair from his eyes and runs her nose along the length of his, after the sweetest of kisses. She who believes in him and shows him each day there is a reason his life did not end in the arena. She is the best person he has ever known and he’ll spend the rest of his life trying to deserve her. To deserve that selfless, all consuming, love that she gives so freely.

“I love you forever.” Maybe even longer.

In that, at least he knows there is no cause for concern. Their marriage will not crumble, come hell or high water. Haymitch knows how badly she misses home, their children. In another life he’d ask for ten, as many as Y/N would give him.

The tiny garden, around the back of their house in victor’s village; where Everest plants carrots and other vegetables. Where Arista steals them to feed the wandering geese. The most taciturn, temperamental, creatures she can find are naturally the ones she chooses to care for.

Y/N’s syringes come like clockwork from the Capitol, every three months. Squandering any hope of tiny baby feet. Though she is the best mother, one who plays with her daughter and son, down in the dirt. A mother who loves her children more than anything.

Their lives there are a safe haven, one that exists only in their minds. There is no room for a place like that here. No safety for the children they’ve given life to. Only false hope and broken promises.

And if by some misfortune or Capitol ‘miracle’ a child should slip through, Haymitch would love them. Somehow, someway they’d all make it through. But he hopes, more than anything, that it is not now.

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There is no rush to the viewing room the next morning, everything the tributes need will be at the cornucopia. Katniss gets close to the bag marked ‘12’ and the girl from two is on her. Knocking her back with those damn knives.

They grapple around for a while, before landing with Clove on top. Leaving Katniss no room for escape as she holds the blade to her throat. Haymitch is seated on the bed, watching Y/N pace along the large screen in their bedroom.

Thankfully the boy from eleven takes out one of the two remaining careers. Overhearing her taunt Katniss and brag about killing his district partner.

“Just this time, twelve.” Thresh tells her, gathering his bag from the table. “For Rue.”

With that they’re off; Thresh back to solitude and Katniss to Peeta.

He’s still asleep when she arrives, waking only to the sound of her voice. “I got it. I got your medicine.”

“What happened to you?” Peeta’s eyes focus on the gash across her forehead, courtesy of Clove.

“I’m fine.” Katniss busies herself with opening the canister.

“No you’re not,” Peeta reaches up, “what happened?”

“The girl from two, she threw a knife.”

“You shouldn’t have gone, you said you weren’t gonna go.”

“You got worse.” She replies, simply. Spreading the salve over the length of his wound.

Peeta allows a small cry to pass his lips, grabbing at her wrist. “You need some of that too.”

“I’m ok.” Katniss is more worried about him.

“That feels so much better.” He sighs. “Now you need some too.”

“I’m ok.”

“No, come on. You need it too.”

“Alright.” Katniss finally agrees. Watching Peeta’s tender expression as he thumbs the cream over her injury.

When they wake to the computer generated sunrise and find their cuts have healed, the star crossed lovers set off in search of food.

Peeta to the left, foraging berries while Katniss goes to hunt. Though the separation is not ideal, his heavy footsteps would send any potential prey running. The archer is ready to score them some breakfast when the cannon sounds.

It’s for the girl from five. But Katniss doesn’t know that, so she sets off in search of Peeta.

This time, Y/N and Haymitch are down in the viewing room, overhearing the chatter around them.

“Those berries must be poisonous.”

“I hope Katniss finds him in time.”

Katniss calls out for Peeta again, colliding into him a moment later as Peeta rushes toward the sound of her voice. His fist still closed around a handful of blue berries.

“What happened? Are you ok?” Peeta wonders, holding her tightly as she trembles.

“I heard the cannon. I thought you were dead.”

The boy rests his chin against her shoulder, “I’m right here.”

Katniss pulls back to scold him, smacking the berries from his hand. “That’s nightlock, Peeta. You’d be dead in a minute!”

“I didn’t know,” he stammers.

“Scared me half to death, damn you.” Then she is hugging him again. She can’t explain it, the need to feel him close, know that he is safe.

“I’m sorry.” Peeta breathes, soothing her with a gentle hand, down the length of her back. “I’m sorry.”

When they have settled enough to keep moving, they make the discovery of the red head’s body. Her mouth stained magenta and a few berries still in hand, eyes wide and open.

“I never even knew she was following me.”

“She’s clever.” Katniss always thought so.

“Too clever.”

Katniss leans down, collecting the berries from her hand.

“What are you doing?”

“Maybe Cato likes berries too.”

It’s only half past noon when the sun sets, quickly and without warning.

“Must be in a hurry to end it.” Katniss reasons.

Y/N’s leg is bouncing faster now, vibrating almost.

Haymitch reaches out a hand, resting it atop her thigh to still it.

They wait there, in uncomfortable silence, until the sound of mutts causes Y/N to jump. Even Haymitch flinches when the animals appear, like something out of a nightmare, bits of the fallen tributes mixed in.

They take Thresh, tearing him to pieces and Y/N doesn’t fight when Haymitch wraps her up in his arms. Making a place for herself in his lap, legs dangling over the side of his, not caring if she is heavy. He of course, doesn’t mind, pressing a kiss to the underside her jaw.

Cato is waiting at the top of the cornucopia. When Peeta and Katniss inevitably end up there, the three of them have it out. With Cato’s arm around Peeta’s neck, Katniss is left with no good choices. If she shoots the career’s hand where Peeta is pointing and she misses… But if she doesn’t shoot, he’ll kill Peeta anyway. She takes a deep breath and lets the arrow fly.

Cato’s death is a quick one, a mercy he may not have shown with roles reversed. But it is over, leaving just the tributes from district twelve. Gone is the shadow of night, the sun returning to illuminate the finale.

“Attention, tributes, attention, there’s been a slight rule change.”

Katniss draws her bow, fearing that they are somehow not alone.

Haymitch shifts, bracing himself.

“The previous revision allowing two victors from the same district has been…revoked. Only one may be crowned. Good luck and may the odds be ever in your favor.”

Katniss and Peeta turn back to one another.

“Go ahead.” Peeta insists, “one of us should go home. One of us has to die, they have to have their victor.”

“No,” Katniss tosses her weapon down, stepping over it to close the space between them. “They don’t. Why should they?” She pulls the nightlock from her pocket.

“No,” Peeta covers her hand with his own.

“Trust me.” Katniss whispers, “trust me.”

And Peeta does, accepting the berries into his palm.

Haymitch lets out a breath, patting the outside of Y/N’s thigh, affectionately. “You did it.” He murmurs, “there’s your victors.” Even though it isn’t fair, even though there will be nothing to show for it. They won.

Y/N leans farther into his embrace. Wishing more than anything for the chance to tell Peeta that she is proud and to tell Katniss…

“Together?” The boys asks.

“Together,” Katniss repeats.

“Ok. One.” Peeta runs his fingertips down the length of her braid.

“Two.”

“Three.”

Together they raise the poison toward their lips.

“Stop.” A voice rings through the arena, “stop! Ladies and gentlemen, may I present the winners of the seventy-fourth annual Hunger Games.”

For this, the four of them will surely be punished.

Part 8

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devieuls · 1 year

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The way of love pt.III

Neteyam Sully x Tayrangi Fem Reader (Na'vi)

Warning of the Serie: MDNI. Dom Neteyam x Fem Reader; SMUT; ANGST; FLUFF; Dirty Talk; Fangs; Bites; Blood; Spit; Power Play; Jealousy and Possessiveness; Foreplay; violence; Swearing; Teasing; Unprotected Sex; Enemies (because of you, Neteyam treats you well). Aged characters: Neteyam 19 y.o / You 18 y.o. SERIE

Synopsis: After a great loss happened in your family, you are forced to take a role that before did not belong to you, following a path that you will feel like your only in time. Just when you thought you were finally overcoming the loss, your clan shows up with those you blame for the great offense received. You are the daughter of the first Olo'eykte of all clans and are about to take your mother’s place to lead the Tayrangi clan, but first you must follow Neteyam (the eldest son of the man you detest with all your heart) To train him, despite your contempt for the Sullys and everything about them, you inevitably bond with the boy, unknowingly falling in love with him.

CHAPTER WARNING: Some parts are explicit and slightly NSFW, if you are minor do not interact with the series, the more I go on and the less chaste it will be.

Lenght : 4,3k

Notes: All characters will keep the age difference but will be aged eg: Neteyam 19 y.o; Lo'ak 18 y.o etc…

NA'VI WORDS: PARULTSYIP: Children. KARYU: Teacher. 'ITE: Daughter. TANHI: Star. NARLOR: Beautiful (visually). SA'NU: Mum (affectionately). YAWNE: Beloved. YAWNTUTSYIP: Darling/Beloved

PART:1 ; 2 ; 3 ; 4 ; 5 ; 6 ; 7 ; 8 ; 9 ; 10

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< All this was so fast, so fast that you were most likely in that state of shock, not for anything else, at least this you tried to make you believe, failing miserably when Neteyam caressed your face. You felt like such an idiot when he looked at your lips, because inevitably you did the same with his lips and you couldn’t believe they looked so soft and warm. Your breath was suddenly cut when he slowly drew his face to yours, and your heart decided to let you experience tachycardia. >

Neteyam moved a strand of hair behind your ear as his thumb brushed against your cerulean skin and gave you yet another shiver. His eyes explored every inch of your face, looking at you as if you were Pandora’s most beautiful and precious thing; while the eclipse was starting to take space in the sky, kissing Neteyam’s face with sweet fuchsia and purple shades that made him strangely beautiful in your eyes. You tried to avert your eyes from Neteyam’s by turning your face, but you were blocked by the hot hand of na'vi. Your breath was dying in your throat, its proximity had sent you tilt your brain and your heart decides to do the same thing.

"I. don’t think you’re… a good person. Just a demon." you said trying to convince yourself more than the boy.

"Then tell me by looking me in the eyes. Tell me 'Neteyam Sully, I hate you', do it sincerely. If you convince me, I swear I won’t bother you anymore" His voice was strangely warmer, electric discharges ran through your body, only managing to swallow.

It would have been so easy if he had stayed away, but now your heart and mind betrayed you so clearly. You knew you had to hate him, it was the right thing to do, it was also his fault that your sister died, that your village suffered sudden bereavement. Then why didn’t you see the evil in his eyes? It was easy to hate the Sullys by not having them around, but now that you had the eldest son of what you recognized as a demon, you couldn’t even list one flaw or downside.

"I hate you. I hate your family. I hate your person and your personality. Neteyam, you are the most irritating and childish person I have ever known, stubborn and stubborn as a sturmbeest. The biggest skxawng I know. I hate you. I hate you viscerally and I just want you to disappear from my village." You said with clenched teeth, trying to accumulate as much composure as possible, spitting in his face all the words you were dedicating to him.

Unlike what you would have expected, Neteyam smiled without taking his eyes off you, as if instead of insults you had confessed to him the most romantic thing ever heard.

"If so, continue to hate me this way, ma Tanhì." He said with an affectionate tone, and then put his lips on your forehead, sending you into a frenzy.

You ripped your wrist from his gentle grip and walked away from him whispering insults in na'vi, as you called your Ikran to return to the village without Neteyam. The na'vi laughed as he watched you go away angry, even though he could notice a slight redness on your cheeks before running away.

"Narlor… just shining like her freckles," Neteyam said, leaning against his banshee, watching you walk away.

While you were tied to your Banshee she felt every emotion you were feeling, and she made you realize that she knew, so you leaned on her exhausted back, seeking solace in your spiritual sister. " I don’t understand. I said I hate him and he's still…Ahhh ! If only he behaved even once in a rude way towards me, maybe… yes, maybe I could insult him more heavily" You said to the wind, while the Ikran drove you home. " Stupid heart. Stupid mind and stupid Neteyam. Oh Great Mother, why do you do this to me?" your voice was exhausted.

You’d only known Neteyam for three days, and it seemed like I had a crush on him for years. You hoped that your Banshee could communicate directly to the great mother to have mercy on her poor daughter, and avoid her all these sentimental entanglements.

As future Olo'eykte you already had a young Na'vi who would mate with you, your mother chose him because it was the will of Eywa, Tul'pey was the best warrior of the clan, trained by your father from a young age. He was your friend besides being your promised and future companion; you could say you were happy with him, you loved the attentions he gave you and how he treated you, however with him you had never tried the vertiggini as with Neteyam, your heart did not accelerate until you hurt your chest, Your breath didn’t cut. You hated the feelings you had with that Omatikayan son of a demon, so why couldn’t you stop thinking it was such a good feeling about you?

When you got home, you spent another sleepless night, thinking again about that damn boy, his hand around your wrist, how he held your face still to look him right in the eye, his fingers in your hair and the smile he gave you even when you insulted him. It was terribly difficult to even think about him and not be able to find something with which to insult him. If it was true that night brings advice, in this case Eywa was advising you things you had no intention of doing, so you decided to spend the next day with Tul'pey instead of Neteyam, only to give you time to recover from that night that was damning you more than the flower given away on the first day.

The weeks passed quickly, you had discovered that Neteyam was a great athlete and with an almost natural predisposition to excel in everything. In a few weeks he was able to interpret almost perfectly both the wind and the sea, learning the fishing and hunting habits of your clan. You had not yet told him your name and you were not willing to do it, rather you preferred that he simply called you Karyu (teacher), to put stakes between you two. Not that nights like the third night hadn’t been repeated, Neteyam was a sweet natural flirt and wasn’t ashamed to hide it. The whole thing was damning you more than I could imagine, and you couldn’t help but think it was sexy and attractive after all, and every time you thought about it, you took a break to stop thinking about him like that.

Soon came the month of Ikran, and with it began preparations for the Day of Atonement. This day was dedicated to the search for forgiveness for the wrongs committed in the last year, and was important for the Na'vi, as they believed that by acknowledging their mistakes and seeking forgiveness, they could maintain balance and harmony in their clan.

This year you were forced to share this important holiday with the person you never wanted to forgive, you were always happy about the holidays that made the clan more lively and joyful, actively participating in all kinds of activities, But the thought of finding Neteyam near you only made you nervous. To put the cherry on the cake, your parents had well thought of inviting Neteyam to spend the retreat after the party together with you, since it would only be that his family was in the Omaticaya clan.

In the week preceding the Day of Atonement, na'vi were used to changing their look to represent their transition from people who committed wrongs to people finally free from the burden of 'sin'. For this reason your mother after preparing your father with a new fantasy of braids and jewelry, invited Neteyam in such a way as to take his mother’s place and prepare him for the event with items typical of the Tayrangi Clan, which bothered you slightly since they were not objects that belongs to him.

In the following days it was the turn of the women to change Look, you decided to prepare the very morning of the celebration. Your mother made you sit on the mat under her, starting to take off your braids gently, while she took care of your skin and treated your locks with some oils derived from plants.

"Ma 'ite, this may be your last Day of Atonement as Olo'eykte in preparation. Next year you may be recognized as the next Olo'eykte of the Tayrangi" Ikeyni said as she stroked your hair.

"I know, sa'nu. But I prefer to think that there is still much to the rite of passage" you confided sighing

"You'll be a great Olo'eykte, you and Tul'pey will be the best guide for this clan" Your mother’s voice was so safe and kind, you could not help but nod as she combed your hair.

"What if… I’m not the best choice? Eywa has put me in front of all kinds of tests in recent weeks, maybe he doesn’t want me to-" Ikeyni stopped you, laughing softly.

"Ma 'ite, if the Great Mother has tested you and to temper your character and help you lead the clan when the day comes"

You sighed and nodded, letting her continue with the work she was doing on your hair. After a few hours your mother let you rise from the ground, your hair was loose and wavy, some red and white feathers that embellished the hairstyle that represented the tie with the wind and the colors of the clan, along with some beads embedded in two strands of the side that you had on your face, behind your head a soft bun that collected only a small amount of hair at the top of your head, and there, too, two feathers were wedged together, and they received the flower that Neteyam had given you. You weren’t happy with your mother’s choice to use that flower as a jewel, but she stood her ground until you found yourself accepting it. Some pearls decorated your forehead, along with small shells representing the bond with the sea. You wore your white loincloth which was narrower than the traditional one, as you wore a mesh-woven belt above which contained white feathers and shells; on the calves there were interlacements recalling the fantasy of the belt, while on the arms some bands with beads stuck; Your breast was covered by a shawl made of white mesh, while below there was a piece of cloth from which other pearls hung, also white. Your mother used the white and gray paint to draw tribal lines on your body, which she also did on her once ready and your father, reluctantly shed sent you to do the same to Neteyam, since she and your father had to finish some preparations for the celebration, to bring him the clothes that were created for the occasion.

You sighed heavily and then you shook your head and headed towards the hut of Neteyam, after all today had to be a day of forgiveness and happiness, for this you could not bend to your 'hatred' towards the boy Omatikaya. You knocked on the side of the tent, on the wooden part, before entering at the invitation of Neteyam who was behind, intent on settling some jewel that had entangled in his hair, swirled your eyes and silently leaned your clothes and paint on the table, looking at his back. When he finally turned, you turned your eyes to the side, looking at the objects on the table.

"My mother sent me to prepare you for the celebration." You said before you sit down and move some small items on the table to have more space. Neteyam looked at you with his mouth open, feeling his heart accelerate, before whispering "Ma Eywa…" to get your attention.

"Sit down, the ceremony will begin in about an hour, we have no time to waste" You said calmly, suppressing the sour and bitter tone because of the day dedicated to forgiveness and in Eywa, it would be disrespectful to behave as usual on a sacred day. Neteyam nodded in enchantment, before sitting in front of you and studying your face and clothing, not even finding the right words to start talking, which you regarded as a blessing.

You started putting paint on his arm, making a thicker gray line and a thinner white line, "You know why you never paint your own body?" You asked, as your eyes moved on the bowl of paint next to you, seeing the side of neteyam’s face squotersi in negative sign. " There are three main reasons. The first is because body painting is part of the Tsaheylu ritual, and you use paint to represent union in a couple, so it would be bad for you to do it yourself if you have a partner." You said as you dipped your fingers in the paint, starting to draw a new line just above the armpit that headed towards your chest "The second is because you paint your face yourself only if you go to war, doing it outside the scope of the war is like calling it to you. And this is the only time Eywa allows us to paint our own faces." Your eyes avoided looking at his face, but you could feel his look on yours, admiring you in silence just before you spoke." And the third?" He asked with a thread of voice, remaining firm in such a way as not to make you sort the drawings. " The third? This is the most detestable motivation. Because you have to let someone who cares about you do it: a family member, a friend, or your partner. It means that you trust them enough to let them touch you at every point of your body. It’s also a kind of bond you create." You sighed and then looked him in the eye, noticing that he was looking for eye contact. "I told you this only as a preamble. I’m not your friend, your family or your partner, I’m painting your body as the future Olo'eykte." You said, and then you focused on his chest, drawing a thick line from his shoulder to the center of his chest. " Just in case you found out in the future, just to set the record straight."

Neteyam nodded, never looking away from your face. You didn’t understand why but inside you hoped he would tell you if he already had a partner in his clan, but he didn’t argue with anything and that made you think that he probably didn’t have a partner yet, leaving you with doubt.

"Your paints are different from ours, we use green with white on these days." Neteyam said, breaking the silence between you two.

"White represents purity, the new birth, that’s why all the clans on this day basically use this tint. Clans and sub clans differ only on the second color, you have the green, representing the forest and nature that surrounds your clan. The Metkayina have the blue that recalls the water and the ocean. The Tayrangi have the gray that represents the wind and the sky. On this holy day you should have your skin painted green, not gray. And you should wear Omatikaya jewelry and items." Your voice was calm and serious as you spoke and finished the drawing on your chest.

"I am also part of this clan now…" He whispered, at that moment you had to hold back and mentally summon Eywa not to growl at him.

"No, you belong to the Omatikaya, you are their future Olo'eyktan, your loyalty is to your people, not to mine." You responded sharply, seeking again inner peace.

"I am faithful to my people, but I can be loyal to yours too…" he said, turning his face to the side, looking for a visual contact with you "…and to you." Your eyes darted over his face when he finished the sentence. Neteyam’s face was revealing sincerity and seriousness in what he had said.

Was this the confirmation that he didn’t have a partner? Your heart suddenly lightened and you couldn’t hide a little spontaneous smile. When you realized you were smiling, you quickly restored your face to a neautral state, but Neteyam had already seen it and bit the inside of your lip as he watched you.

"You have a beautiful smile, you should show it more often, Princess Tayrangi." He said sincerely, and then received a pinch from you.

"Silence." That’s all you could say before you dropped your hands down his sculpted abdomen and felt the contraction of her muscles against your fingers, which made you slightly swallow. You thought with all your heart about Tul'pey, the fact that he must have been the na'vi with your tribal designs, just not to think about the strong perfume of Neteyam that made you glum to the thought.

"You have to lower… the loincloth a bit…" You whispered, you had to finish the line at the level of his low pelvis, but it was slightly covered

"You do it, I don’t know how low you want it" he said with a smile, as his tongue licked one of the canines without ever taking his eyes off you, seeing you already slightly tense mantre lowered read while his loincloth. When you finish with the line you made him rise for convenience in painting.

"I need you to stand still now, the part of your legs is always the most problematic" You said kneeling at the level of his pelvis, as you began to draw lines on his thighs. Neteyam couldn’t help but think of you in the same position but while you were sucking his dick, after all you knelt down in front of a boy, so the thought of putting a hand in your hair and then pleasing himself with your soft mouth wasn’t that far away. He bit his lip and then took a deep breath, trying not to think about anything erotic, but your arched back like a cat’s did not help, let alone your fingers working the paint on his legs. Yeah, now he could see how problematic he could be, not so much for you as for him.

"I said stay still. You keep moving." You said sighing, as you finished the drawings on your thighs, blowing lightly on some paint that would be poured if not cooled down quickly. With that breath Neteyam had to look at the ceiling, asking, indeed, begging Eywa not to let him have 'bad surprises' between his legs.

Once you finished his legs, you got back on your feet, to finish the lines of your back, feeling how your touch caused chills to the boy, which made you bite your lip. You had added an extra line along his spine, only to see him slightly arch his back forward and contract his muscles. "Sit down and spread your legs so I can finish the face. Then I help you with the bandage and you can finish the rest yourself." The boy did as you told him and welcomed you between his legs, and even there, it was inevitable to think of a thousand scenes that could begin with you between his legs before you find yourself moaning and orgasming his name. Ironically, you’ve been having the same thoughts since you first touched his body today. You unbalanced yourself forward, making two lines on his cheeks, then making a line that started from the cupid’s arch and went down his throat to the central part where the collarbones were divided. You took an extra couple of seconds going down with your fingers to draw the line, her lips looked so fluffy when you passed the paint and you watered at the thought of savoring them. Even on these lines you had to blow to make them dry quickly because of the too liquid composition you had used on the finish. Neteyam took deep breaths that only made the situation worse, as now he had in his lungs and nostrils your sweet natural scent mixed with oils that you did not know were also subspecies of aphrodisiacs.

You broke away from him after a few seconds and you both got back on your feet. You gave him your back while you took the rolls of fine cloth that had been sent by Neteyam’s family for the occasion. The boy explored every part of your body; your back covered by small threads of net and pearls; your narrow waist and perfect hips that left so little to his imagination; your tail moving from side to side slowly, almost creating a hypnotic effect, He broke just to admire your legs and thighs with paint on them. He bent his head back taking a deep breath before seeing you as you approached him, beginning the bandage of his body, feeling how your fingers hesitated to touch his skin now. There was tension in the air, you didn’t understand if it was embarrassment, sexual tension or just blind and empty tension.

When you finished the bandage you walked away from him, showing him the various jewels that your mother had sent him just for the ceremony. " Put them on and then reach the village, soon the ceremonies will begin."

You came out of his hut, taking a deep breath, holding a hand to your chest as you walked, feeling how your heart had accelerated. You swallowed walking around troubled by this, only to feel two firm hands taking you from behind and flying in his direction. For a second you thought it was Neteyam, but it was only Tul'pey who saw you walking restlessly and stopped you.

"Ma Yawne, are you okay? I see you upset" said the boy, stroking your face and moving your hair behind your neck

"Oh? Yes, yes, I’m fine ma yawntutsyìp, I was just over-thinking" You smiled back to your future partner who looked at you lovingly, while one hand remained firm on your side.

"You’re beautiful today. I mean, you’re always beautiful but today more. I-I mean, you get prettier every day… you know. You’re gorgeous." He said, blushing slightly, while you laughed at the way he tried to compliment you without offending you.

"You too are beautiful" You answered gently before leaving a kiss on his cheek, while you put a hand on his arm, making him smile. For a second you wanted to forget about Neteyam, focusing on na'vi that one day would become your partner.

You walked to the village, squeezing yourself at Tul'pey’s arm, watching your clan preparing feasts, while some had already begun to seek forgiveness by apologizing. You smiled at your parents who had already begun the fooling and to dispense blessings and pardons to those who asked for them.

"One day that will be our place, I alongside the most beautiful and great Olo'eykte of all times. With all respect to your mother," Tul'pey said, taking your hand, kissing it. You smiled without answering, at other times you would have been happy with the sweet words of your partner, but there was something inside you that told you that it was wrong to be with him, that he was not meant for you. And in that moment of doubt, the person who gave them to you came along. Neteyam, as beautiful as the Sun after a blizzard, shining as not even pandora stars at night, perfect in his ceremony dresses. The girls of your clan had already approached as if they had never seen a na'vi before him, a little thrill of jealousy pinched your back. You took a deep breath, forcing yourself to look away from him, calling yourself stupid.

You shouldn’t have seen him as a simple Na'vi, he and his family had brought so much pain to the clans, you shouldn’t forget about your sister’s sacrifice.

Tul'pey smiled at Neteyam, inviting him to approach you two. You wanted to scream so loud at that moment, it hadn't crossed your mind that Neteyam had become friends with everyone in the village, including your partner, who ironically had become his closest friend.

"Neteyam! Happy Day of Atonement. I hope that the distance from your family does not make you suffer this day" Tul'pey politely said, as he carried a hand to his forehead and then pointed at the boy in greeting, receiving a smile from Neteyam and the same sign.

"Nah, I miss my family, but I know they think of me and I do the same. After all, I’m going to have day of celebration with friends," Neteyam said, and then look at you, "And maybe get to know people who aren’t my friends." You rolled your eyes and squeezed at the arm of your companion, seeing how Neteyam’s eyes darted from your face to your hands wrapped around his friend’s arm.

"Haven’t you got to know y/n well yet? I thought she was your teacher," the boy said innocently and then received a murderous look from you, Neteyam smiled slightly, looking slightly irritated.

" Y/n, huh? No, we focused more on teaching and distance…" Neteyam tasted your name in her mouth, such a sweet name for such a demanding na'vi. Your name moved from his mouth to his mind, it sounded so good in his head.

"Distance?" Tul'pey asked, looking at you.

" Yes, I prefer not to bond with my students, it would be unprofessional" You said with clenched teeth, forcing a sweet smile. " I leave you two alone, I see that the girls are calling me" your voice was slightly sour, before giving a kiss on the cheek of your partner and throwing an annoyed look at Neteyam, making him smirk.

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Notes from the author:

I felt bad to leave the "cutest" outstanding point, so today I also release chapter III. Love me, thank you.

-Mel

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allforone-appreciation · 3 months

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A Look Into All For One's Daily Routine (PRE-potato)

7:00 AM - Rise and shine, for the world trembles at the mere thought of my awakening. 7:10 AM - Morning cuddles and kisses with my precious wife, Inko and indirectly praising her for surviving another night beside the most feared villain-turned-family-man. 7:45 AM – Wake my baby son up, then have a villainous breakfast, consisting of coffee, eggs, waffles, and a side of intimidation. 8:15 AM - Conduct a nefarious board meeting to discuss evil plans for the day. Check on my ‘side businesses’ and make sure I’m ‘making’ money. 9:00 AM - Meet with underworld contacts. Expand my influence and power. Remind them who’s boss. 10:00 AM - Time for some "me" time. Attend an appointment with my personal tailor to ensure my villainous attire strikes fear into the hearts of heroes. A scheduled manicure is included every Wednesday. 10:45AM - Wreak minor havoc upon the city. A villain's work is never done and sometimes the blond idiot stops by. It's all about balance, you see. 12:00 PM - Lunch break: Consume the souls of those who dare oppose me. Wine and steak are the usual. Depends on my mood. 12:30 PM: While I’m having lunch, I usually log into my social media and contribute to All Might hate pages. The villain subreddit is my go-to. Update my Demon King fanfiction while I’m at it. (This entry is completely satire) 1:00 PM - Plotting session: Strategize with Tomura on how to conquer the world then make Kurogiri do all the work and babysit him. 2:30 PM - Business calls. Time to collect those debts and remind people why they shouldn't cross me. A few well-placed threats should do the trick. 3:00 PM - Pick up some "unfortunate souls" from the streets. Gotta keep the operation running smoothly. While I’m at it, I’ll supervise the training of Tomura and young villains-in-training. 4:30 PM - Time to head home. Can't wait to see Inko and my beloved son, Izu-baby. 6:00 PM - Dinner with the family. Nothing beats Inko's cooking, except maybe her smile. 7:00 PM - Quality time with Izuku: Help him with his homework, impart wisdom about the ways of the world, and play hero-villain with him. 9:00 PM - Bedtime routine and tuck my cute son into bed. Goodnight, little one. Daddy's gonna (hopefully) kill All Might tomorrow. 9:30 PM - Quality time with Inko. Sometimes the best evil plots are hatched ‘between the sheets’. 11:00 PM - Prepare for bed: Ensure all evil plans are in motion for the following day and that my reign of terror will continue unabated. Sometimes a book about totalitarianism and tyranny with a glass a wine is included. 11:30 PM – Time for a goodnight sleep. I need my beauty sleep to maintain this dashing appearance. Tomorrow, the world will tremble at my might once again.

Note: Schedule subject to change depending on hero interference, unforeseen villainous schemes, 'business trips' and holidays/weekends.

Please tell me what you think I had so much fun making this 😂😂😂😂😂 I might make a POST-potato schedule. I love this man so much can you tell.

😂 I'm laughing because honestly this very much seems like his schedule. Doing both evil stuff while also being dad for one at the same time is how he rolls. Like awww he loves his famil- Wait he picking up ORPHANS AND PLANNING PEOPLE DEMISE?

LOL, I need more of a Day in the Life of a Demon Lord. Because this is great also seems Inko gets quite a bit of attention at night. Though we can already see he definitely not going to see All Might coming when he comes with a Detroit smash.

But man I love how casual he is about his appearance and his affection for his family being quite wholesome. While also still doing evil things, you anon get it.

#afo fanfics #All for One MHA #All for One #All for One BNHA #Dad For One #It may not be conventional but it definitely a fan and fictional scenario I love~#afo confessions #Founder: Yoly

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Your post about Shanks ‘babysitting’ Yassop is so cute 😭💕 This literally gave me a thought about Shanks knowing Zeff and his little precious eggplant (Sanji)

Like, the Red Head Pirates goes to the Baratie and meet the chef, Red Leg Zeff, who has his adopted son in the ship. The little boy is respectfull and always wants to help. And Shanks just- starts to talk and play with the boy. They come to the restaurant often because of how much good the food is and everytime, Shanks plays with the kid.

Zeff also talks A LOT about his son, pround of how he is good at cooking and fighting. The Red Head Pirates ends up don't going to the Baratie for like, 2 or 3 years, and when they come again, Shanks notice the boy isn't there, Zeff tells Sanji is in the crew of some rubber boy with a Straw Hat and Shanks is like "THIS BOY IS MY SON-!" and they start to talk about everything who happened.

Bonus: Zeff starts to talk about some boy who Sanji talks a lot in the letters and Yassop, who is near to them, just yells "THIS KID YOU'RE SAYING IS MY SON" and turns out they discover that the kids of all of them are in the same crew.

THIS IS SO FUNNY AND SO SWEET AT THE SAME TIME I AM DYING JKESBFSJKDBFKJDBF PROUD DADS!!!!!!! PROUD DADS!!!!!!!!!!!

Shanks: Where's your little cook? I wanted to have one of his dishes. He's getting better than you, old man. Zeff: Watch your words or I might kick you out of here. And he's not so little anymore, he's nineteen. Shanks: HE'S WHAT???? Benn: Sometimes, when years pass, people grow up. If you weren't sure- Shanks: Haha. So funny. Okay! So where is that young man? Zeff: Ugh- New pirate took him with him. See the world and shit. To find the All Blue, he said. Shanks: Look who's following his father's steps! You must be proud, huh? You'll never say it, but I know! A father always knows. And who's that new pirate around? Wouldn't hurt to know. Zeff: Strange kid. Says he wants to find the One Piece. Devil fruit user. Rubbery body. Straw hat? Reminded me of you. Luf- Shanks: LUFFY! THAT'S MY KID! Benn: He's not your son. Shanks: HE'S SORT OF SOMETHING LIKE MY KID!

And then they stay there for a long time, the Red Hair pirates enjoying the food while Shanks and Zeff have this conversation close to them. That's when Zeff talks about what he knows about his son's crew, because Shanks literally knows nothing besides the basics and what Mihawk told him about Zoro. (Making this about Sanuso because you can't say that Sanji talks a lot about Usopp and not expect me to write it like this).

Zeff: Kid got himself an interesting team. Green-haired guy that almost gets himself killed. Idiot. Eggplant hates his guts, or so he says, but he has never been too good at hiding shit so it's obvious he cares about the swordsman. He talks about a girl too. Loves her. Believes he's gonna marry her. Most precious thing in the world, he says. A treasure of navigator, apparently. Usually, he's annoying when it comes to women, but this is too much even for him. Shanks: Oh! Young love! Are you sure she isn't the reason why he joined them? Zeff: Nah, it was your kid. He's persuasive. And I wouldn't call it love. At least not with her. Shanks: Care to explain? Zeff: Lil cook talks about a young man. A sniper. He's... Fond of him. I don't know how to explain it, but I know him. There's just something about the letters... Heck, I don't even know what I'm saying anymore. But Eggplant and this kid, Usopp- Shanks: WHAT?! YASOPP! Yasopp: WHAT DO YOU WANT??? Shanks: YOUR KID'S DATING LIL COOK Yasopp: Wait what- (basically falls off the chair) WHAT?! Is he in his crew? Is he alright? Is he as cool as me? Of course he is! Wait, did you say something about dating? Zeff: They're not dating. Yasopp: Of course Usopp would date a cook, he has always loved food- Shanks: Yes, because when you left the only thing the kid could do was eat- Yasopp: Shut up! Is he alright, red leg? What does your kid say in the letters?

And they spend like, hours talking about them together, being all proud of their children <3

#i had to make it sanuso yes i am sorry #i always do this lmao #ANYWAY THE POINT IS #this is the cutest thing ever and shanks with kids always makes me so soft #one piece #red haired shanks #yasopp #benn beckman #red leg zeff #black leg sanji #usopp #monkey d. luffy #sanuso

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sequinsmile-x · 11 months

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Sweet Nothing - Chapter 2 - The Promise

A series of one shots mini fics of our favourite idiots in love to celebrate my birthday, along with all the other July birthdays in the fandom <3

The master list can be found here!

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Hi friends!

Posting this now because I'm hoping to do an update for Stained Glass Windows this evening.

This is for @chaoticbialien and it is a bit of a belated birthday present - so I hope you enjoy this.

The prompt is: “It doesn’t matter.” with the response “Don’t you see that there are people who care?”

For some reason, this screamed young hotchniss to me, so here we are!

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Words: 1.5k

Warnings: None!

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Emily growls in frustration as she bursts into the room, letting the door slam behind her, the sound oddly satisfying as it echoes around her and the house.

She hated that her mother could still get a rise out of her, that her time at college during her undergrad, or even more recently her first semester at Yale, hadn’t changed a thing. A small, naive part of her, that she chastised herself for even allowing to exist, had hoped that distance would do them good. That space and time when they didn’t see each other, after 18 years of it largely just being the two of them, would make them appreciate the time they had together.

It hadn’t. And Emily wondered when she’d learn that it never would. That she’d never have the relationship she wanted with her mother.

“Emily?”

She looks up, jumping slightly at the sound of her name, and she sighs in relief, placing her hand over her chest when her eyes meet Aaron’s.

“Aaron,” she says, clearing her throat, “What are you doing in here?”

“Well,” he replies, “It is my office.”

She frowns and looks around, unsure how she ended up here when she’d been aiming for her bedroom, and she looks back at him, “Oh.”

He smiles fondly at her, the same smile that had swept her off her feet months ago now. It had started in the summer between her undergrad and her master's. She’d come home to find her mother there, but she wasn’t around for long before she went away for several weeks on assignment, leaving Emily with the prospect of being home alone in the summer.

Until she met Aaron.

He was part of a small team of people working on a security protocol for her mother. He was the only one who acknowledged her presence as more than the nuisance the others seemed to find her. At first, she simply enjoyed winding him up. Walking into his office to distract him and arriving home late from seeing her friends knowing that he’d wait up for her. She learnt quite quickly that she liked his company. He was funny and smart, and it didn’t hurt that he was handsome. He was kind to her, learning to understand her in a way so few people had in her life.

And that was all before they kissed for the first time.

It had happened a few weeks after they’d met. Elizabeth was home for a weekend, flying back in for a charity gala that she insisted Emily went to as well. Emily went, well aware that it was easier not to argue, but had grown increasingly fed up as it became clear her mother’s intention was to set her up with one of her friend's sons. A seemingly never-ending parade of boring, appropriate men who she had no interest in meeting let alone dating or becoming their trophy wife. She’d escaped, hiding out in a room deep in the house, and Aaron found her.

He always seemed to find her.

Even now they’d playfully argue about who kissed who first, but it was the night that changed everything. At first, she’d convinced herself that it was just a summer thing. That the incredible sex and the companionship that came along with it, the hours they’d spend talking and learning about each other in her bed just as precious to her as anything that preceded them, was something that she could learn to live without. But that didn’t happen. She went back to Yale and he stayed at her mother’s on his assignment, and they carried on. She’d come back to DC and not tell her mother, staying at Aaron’s place instead, and he’d come to visit her at college.

His placement at her family home was soon coming to an end, and the next time she came here he’d no longer be working for her mother. It meant the time that their relationship was a secret was coming to an end, a mutual agreement from months ago that she honestly didn’t see them making it to, that they’d tell Elizabeth once Aaron was back with the FBI looming over them.

She wanted to say that she didn’t care what her mother thought about it, not when she loved Aaron as much as she did, but she knew she did. That a small part of her, her inner child that still sought out the love and validation she’d never quite received, desperately wanted her mother’s approval over this.

Emily feels a hand on her shoulder, and she looks up at him, the height difference between them made more obvious by the fact she was just wearing a pair of socks. A pair of his socks. She sighs as he wraps his arms around her and pulls her into a hug, his embrace as relaxing as it always had been. She’d miss him when she went back to college, but took comfort in the fact that it was her last semester. That she would move back to DC as soon as she could and they’d start the life they’d talked about in hypotheticals since the summer.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” He asks, resting his chin on the top of her head as she sighs into his chest. She runs her hands up under his suit jacket, feeling the warmth of his skin through the thin material of his shirt.

“It doesn’t matter,” she replies, not quite sure she believes herself as she tries to deflect. She was conscious of the fact she complained about her mother to him a lot, and she didn’t want him to grow weary of it like other partners had in the past.

He pulls back to look at her, cupping her cheek to make her look up at him, “Don’t you see that there are people who care?”

She leans into his palm, closing her eyes at the warmth of it, of the roughness of his calloused thumb at her jawline, “You mean you?”

Aaron nods and kisses her forehead, “Of course I mean me,” he says, leading her towards the couch kept in his office. They sit down and she ends up in his lap, her side pressed up against his chest as he holds her close, “Is it your mother?”

She sighs and smiles sadly at him, “How did you guess?”

He tucks some of her hair behind her ear, “Experience,” he quips, watching how her eyebrows briefly furrow together, “Em, you can always talk to me about anything,” he assures her, reaching out for her hand and linking their fingers together, “Even if I’ve heard it all before. It’s kind of part of the whole being your boyfriend thing.”

Emily chokes out a chuckle, and she feels familiar love for him burning in her chest, “You’re sure? It’s not…boring?”

“There are many words I could use to describe you, Emily Prentiss,” he says, hooking his finger under her chin to pull her into a kiss, “Not one of them is ‘boring.’”

She bites her lower lip and she nods, releasing a slow breath, “She told me she will be away for my graduation at the end of the semester, so she won’t be able to make it,” she smiles sadly and shrugs, “Apparently she’s already been to two so she doesn’t need to come to a third.”

She watches as his jaw tightens, and she knows that one of the reasons she’s looking forward to no longer working here was that he’d no longer be working for her mother. Leaving him simply as her daughter’s boyfriend. Emily’s sure he thinks that means he’d be able to go to battle for her, a thought she finds endearing rather than irritating like she’s sure she would with anyone else. It’s a conversation for another day, a promise she’ll have him keep to leave her mother to her, but for now, she simply lets him pull her closer.

“I’ll be there.”

Her smile widens, the certainty to his voice making her love him more than ever, “Honey, that’s sweet but you’ll have work-”

“I’ll be there. I promise,” he says firmly, kissing her again, “Nothing could keep me away.”

She knows there are a hundred reasons why that might not end up being true, but she also knows that he means it. That he’d move heaven and earth to be there for her, and that is enough to ease the knot in her chest that had been expertly tied by her mother.

“Ok,” she says, kissing him before she rests her head against his shoulder, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Months later, he makes it to her graduation. An empty seat next to him that she’d got just in case her mother changed her mind. As she looks out into the crowd, a wide smile on his face and a bunch of flowers intended for her in his hands, she realises she already has everything that she needs.

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hoperays-song · 10 months

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Sing 1 Commentary and Review Pt. Final!!

Welcome back to the madness loves!!! Also, I tried to tone down the commentary so I get further in the movie this time. Is this an elaborate plan to distract me from my fic being with my beta reader? Yes! Am I using it for content? Also yes! Enjoy!

This is mainly just the performances this time but it's the last one!!

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Ok, when the curtains open you can hear all of Rosita's kids cheering for their mom and it's so cute I swear.

Also, they built this entire set in ONE AFTERNOON?!?! That's just impressive mate. Like seriously impressive.

Coolest on stage costume change in the series and I will stand by that. The lights and everything? Perfection.

Mike puntable moments counter: 35

The piglets immediately swarming Rosita because they liked the show and to hug her is just... so sweet. I love them.

Also love the immediate havoc they start causing backstage.

Before going on Johnny does a few bouncing steps like boxers do before fights and I can't believe I never noticed that before.

Ok ok ok, I know I've mentioned that Johnny's story can easily be read as a queer allegory but he's literally playing a song known for being a queer liberation song that was written by a queer British singer.

And the people who would likely pick up on that? His British family. Just saying. Elton John is pretty famous after all.

Our favourite supportive uncles!!!! <3

Look at Marcus in this moment. He's seeing his son that he's apparently had no contact with in weeks doing what he loves and is good at, existing healthy and happy and in a much better place physically than he is. He's happy for him. He's happy for him because he loves his kid.

And then we get to see him panic because he messed up and he misses his kid and wants to fix things. He wants to tell him how proud he is. So he decided to fix it in his own way. Is that way legal? No. But should that surprise us? Also no.

Stan and Barry being supportive brothers in the background. I love them, they're so silly.

Girlboss moment. <3

Also, new guitar!

Excuse me you two, I was vibing, why are you here?

Lance puntable moments counter: 32

Becky puntable moments counter: 4

So... Ash is amazing. Just straight up. She's awesome.

Marcus's smile when he realizes he's about to see his son again. I'm sobbing.

Gunter and Rosita are me rn I swear.

Also, this is on live tv Mike, a gang wants you dead, not your smartest decision in this movie and that's a low bar to trip over mate.

Mike puntable moments counter: 34

THE HUG. THE HUG Y'ALL. I SWEAR, YOU'RE CRYING NOT ME.

But the way Marcus hugs Johnny like he's the most precious thing and the world and is scared to break him has me in a chokehold rn. Like one of those hugs and I'm 100% sure all my problems will be solved.

"I'M SO PROUD OF YOU." 😭😭😭😭

Nancy, come rescue you idiot boyfriend. Also, Mike's performance was only so visually cool because of the helicopter so I'm deducting performance points.

Mike puntable moments counter: 35

They're both so awkward, I love them. <3

Mike. Stop. Bullying. A. Literal. Child.

Mike puntable moments counter: 45

The cute thing here is Eddie picked all the stage hand stuff up from Meena apparently so he's helping out his former mentor and I just think that's sweet.

I love how everyone who showed up just completely are vibing with every song, no matter the tempo, mood, or genre. They're just supporting the singers whole heartedly.

Also, why is like every gorilla in the crowd wearing beanies? It's only the gorillas. What's with the beanies?

Awww, they look so happy!!

And with that, all the troupe's problems (and Eddie's inheritance) are gone!

Nana looks like a cat being held and loved against her will.

I love this movie. I so love this movie. <3

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Ok! So that took way longer than planned. But Next I get to watch a ton of shorts!!!

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wikiangela · 2 months

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Summarised wip ask I was going to go

9&12 but then I saw this which made me smile (9 and 12 are still at the idea stage and don't have even a sentence

So I’ll say 1 or 3 instead 💜

all I can say about 9 and 12 are that 9 is a roommates idea where buck goes to live with eddie temporarily but then ends up staying and then they get together (I so wanna write this and tried to start many times but the words are just not flowing idk lol)

and 12 will be another possessive eddie fic but this time I wanted it to be a sfw version where eddie's a famously bad sharer who only shares stuff with buck (and chris) but is also very bad at sharing buck with people lol

1. is alive shannon - I posted a lot of snippets, but eventually it's just gonna be the three of them (Buck and Eddie and Shannon) figuring out how to co-parent together and be friends, even before buddie get together (and they will lol)

here's a lil snippet I haven't shared bc I feel like it needs some changing haha

He decides not to bring it up, aside from a subtle comment – or as subtle as he’s capable of, just a little quip about Eddie and Shannon being awfully domestic and how Buck hopes Chris won’t get his hopes up. It’s none of his business, but it’s Christopher. He’ll always do anything to make sure Christopher doesn’t suffer. And getting his hopes up only to find out all over again that his parents are breaking up would break his little heart. So Buck does say something, immediately following it up by “but it’s none of my business, sorry for butting in.” Eddie didn’t say much in response, just hummed and looked like he was pondering that for a few moments, before thanking Buck, and that was it. Later on, though, Buck could see him and Shannon trying to act more like just friends. Buck can imagine it’s hard, still loving each other but knowing it can’t work, and especially with a kid involved, but he believes they’ll make it work. And he’ll be there for whatever they need him for. A few days later there’s a moment where he and Shannon are left alone for a while, and she takes that opportunity to thank him for saying something, too. She smiles, squeezes his hand, and adds: “I really appreciate you being there for Eddie and Christopher, being their family. Thank you, Buck, for caring about my son so much.”

and 3. is the coffee shop au! these idiots will be dancing around it for months while maddie will get a date with chimney during their first meeting, and I'm so excited for this haha

and a short snippet of that, the moment buck finds out eddie is not only a dad but also single lol (did eddie sneak in the 'single dad' in there on purpose? maybe 👀👀)

“Sorry, you don’t need to hear about my messy morning. Being a single dad has its challenges.” he chuckles again. “No, it’s fine, I- I like talking to you.” Buck hears himself say, as he slowly processes the information. Eddie has a kid. And he’s single. That’s two new pieces of information about Eddie, and they’re the most important yet. “Uh, you have a kid?” “I do. He’s seven. And my whole world.” Eddie says, face lighting up with the fondest expression, one a person gets when they talk about the most precious thing in their life. “He’s waiting for me in the car right now, I told him I’d be quick.”

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ellienettie · 2 years

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You haven't told me about demi-god!Tim 👀

and I never will :)

/j if you're who I think you are then hey babe imu <3 ily <3 I hope you choke on a stick and step on a lego <3

so anyway half god Tim is an au collection of snippets of Tim being various gods and goddess' son.

So far I only have Nyx, Zeus, Athena, Persephone & Hades, Aphrodite and Hermes written down BUT I have plans for Apollo (w/ cool aunt Artemis, Eris, and Hestia (but he's completely human with Hestia) and I want to write more :D here's some snippets <3

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The sky was clear. No sight of rain of fog whatsoever.

It was a normal night. It was a normal night, filled with fighting, bickering and slight physical attempts from Damian's side.

Dick sighs, already feeling a headache as Damian's grip tightens on the butter knife. Tim glares at him, and his eyes are so blue, shining with something almost electric. He flicks his gaze at Damian. "Aren't you going to do something? That brat's---"

"Pathetic, Drake. You can't handle me by yourself. It's a miracle that you're still alive."

There was a thunder as Tim's jaw clenches. He breathes, trying to calm down. Dick clicks his tongue. "Wooh. Looks like there'll be rain soon. Maybe we could skip patrol and just work on cases today." he nervously laughs, trying to ease the situation.

Tim looks at him again, and call Dick crazy, but he sees flecks of yellow in his eyes. Maybe it was the light. "I'm taking the night off. I have papers due tomorrow and some brat," he looks at Damian this time, and thunder rumbles again. "ruined all my hard work."

Damian tuts, chin raised high. "I did you a favor. Your work was sloppy. I expect you to take care of my company well, not to bring it to the ground before I've had a chance to fix your mistakes."

Tim clenches his fist and lightning flashes outside, striking a tree. Tim breathes, unclenching his hands and smiling politely at Damian.

"You'll be the one to bring WE down."

"Tim!"

His smile grows more vicious as lightning strikes closer to the mansion, rain starting to fall at a rapid phase. "You're an idiot, Damian. You're too rash with your decisions, you never think about the problems you'd cause for the future. The long term effects of your decisions in the present. You and your ego will be the reason for not only WE's downfall, but yourself as well. I hope you know that I wish you absolute misery in your future." Lightning strikes the tree right outside their house, splitting it down to the middle.

Tim nods at Dick. "Good day."

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Tim gasps at the sight of blinking lights around him. He tugs at the skirt of his mother. “Mama, what are those?”

Nyx turns to her child, looking at the sparkling lights surrounding them with awe. She smiles. “Those are stars, my love. They guide my path through darkness as I drive the moon across the sky.”

He looks up at her, owlish blue eyes looking at her in awe. “Can I have one?”

She laughs, loud and free in her chariot. “My darling son, you can have them all. Connect them, move them, do with them as you wish. The only star I truly need is you.”

Tim smiles at her, his skin sparkling as the wind tussles his hair. He’s bright, a brilliant light in her life. Her son. Her precious son. “I’m your star, mama?”

She nods at him, gazing at him with love, a softness to her stare. “Yes Tim. You’re my star.”

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dandydemidoesfandoms · 1 year

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Between Us Pontification - Episode 10

Ok, ya girl has had a little bit of time to sleep and rewatch Episode 10.

(Am I still miffed, yes. To the ends of the earth.) And here are my thoughts...there are a lot.

However, I think it's important (and other tumblrs have likened to this already) to keep in mind that our beautiful idiots, so full of love that they throw at others, leaving nothing for themselves, do not know how to ask for what they need; What they want and also believe that they deserve it.

Team is dealing with basically a decade of untreated survival guilt and in some ways is afraid that his love for Win is a projection simply because Win is good to him and makes him feel wanted, precious, and loved. Especially when his Aunt still grieves (and also needs some damn therapy) and probably has made way too many comments about what could have been her son's life. Team is living for two people, not even content to do it, but as a kind of forced repentance for something we all know is not his fault. And his self-loathing is manifesting as insecurity, low esteem when it comes to worth, and pushing Win away to stop himself from loving any harder, deeper, or truly in fear of loss and disappointment. But with Win, he needs certainty, clearest of day level clarity of how their relationship is defined.

And then there is Win. Sweet little competent middle child king. As someone who is also the 2nd sibling, I am painfully aware of how much pressure, expectations, and loneliness is wrapped up in it. How the only way to remain sane is to be useful and self-sufficient. Wiew is baby but a fiercely loyal one (as he should be, I love that precious nugget), and Waan is crumbling under the suffocating role he is being forced to play by his crappy workaholic father who has lost the plot in more ways than one. He needs to give that man a raise and a 3-week long vacation (with Tul there to just smile at him and play video games) and stop yelling so damn much. These three need a hug, a nap, and a break. But I digress.

Back to Win, he is a giver. Hyperindividualism manifested as the kind mediator, the soft but strong protector. He sends out all the love he never gets to keep for himself and doesn't expect anyone to stick around. He has crafted this self-fulfilling prophecy and doesn't hold tightly to anyone. Waan has even mentioned to him that his kindness could turn into something that hurts him and the ones we love, which is what we end up seeing in Episode 10. Because with Win, what he needs is someone who looks at him and tells him that he is loved not for what he provides but for just being him. Someone who wants to refill the empty cup he has been pouring from.

This is a story about reciprocation and fear of abandonment. A song of isolation and anxiety.

The confession scene for many of us was not what we wanted because we have the sweetness in UWMA that we know is on the horizon. Death by a thousand cuts, is what we are getting. But the point of Between Us is to show the complete road of how our boys with horny hearts of gold go from being in two very different types of emotional exile to a supportive and loving relationship. And I would be remiss if I didn't remind myself and others that this is their FIRST serious relationship. These boys have little to no previous experience with big feelings and taking that leap and hoping the one they love is jumping with them and simultaneously catching them at the same time.

Its a terrifying and heartwrenching saga to go through in the best of scenarios and there is so much hurt, unsureness, and need to be wrapped up and it can be scary if you are waiting for the other shoe to drop while, in tandem, praying for it not to. And in a way, both Win and Team need this kind of tension and to be forced to make solid steps forward.

Unfortunately, Win must have a moment of fear, of being confronted by the consequences of the cavalier nature he has curated. His coolness, the aloof cat-like humility that makes him so darn unattainable. He has to be vulnerable instead of hesitating and testing the waters again. He must cannonball into the depth. And Team, in direct parallel and in some ways opposition, must learn to accept that he is loved and is worthy of love. To not be afraid of being too much, of burdening someone he finds important with his affection, of handing over his feelings and feeling the reciprocation. He must trust that someone swimming with him isn't going to end in pain and loss again.

And that brings us to the emotional rollercoaster at the end of Episode 10. This is called the Black Moment or the Defining Moment when we look literarily at this story arc. Internal conflict must be confronted and we all must accept that we are gonna get a whole lot of big feelings in the last two episodes.

Have faith, intrepid travelers, and keep your arms and feet inside the vehicle at all times.

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Oh god I just read the final chapter and I’m late sorry for that idk why I didn’t get the notification and god what an emotional roller coaster it was! I got emotional and then I giggled over something ughh you did amazing as always my dearest!

And I’m so glad you didn’t let Freddy and Moony die my babies 😭😭😭😭😭 But Snape my dear, my eyes filled with tears when I read his death. But I’m so glad he got to see Regulus for one last time.

And what about Reader and Bellatrix part?!? I have so many words but let’s just say she got what she deserved :))

Oh and the cute relationship between Sirius and Reader is just what I needed thank you for writing them so sweet 🥹💕

The confession at the end made me so emotional I still remember the first time these two interacted and now they are being cosy and lovey dovey 🥹💖 We love romantic Regulus Black in this house 🔊🔊🔊

AND the kiss????? THE KISS EVEYONE!! It finally happened I can’t believe it! And not once but twice?? I’m crying rn! That was so soooo good. I can’t get over the patronus scene, my god I can’t find the words to describe how I felt when I read that!!

I’m going to miss Second Son so so damn much and I’m not ready to let it go yet :’) I’m waiting for epilogue to cry about it!

I have a lot more to say but I’ll wait for epilogue. Love you so much 🫶🏻

-Val ✨

My Val <333!!

I hate being shadowbanned *sigh*, but I'm so glad to see you omg <333. Fred and Remus are far too precious to me, and I figured that I tortured everyone with enough angst to last for a while haha. I thoroughly enjoyed mapping out Snape's death scene (as morbid as it sounds) because he is such a controversial figure in the fandom, and I really had to balance my own personal pity for him, and how he may be irredeemable in other reader's eyes. But the Regulus + Snape reunion was very bittersweet, and I do feel bad for killing off one of Reggie's last remaining friends....

The Bellatrix duel was a looong time coming, and I hope I did it justice! And everyone say thank you Neville for never questioning reader on their personal vendetta against the woman <3. It's safe to say that Voldie and Bellatrix are both floating in limbo together, forever in turmoil <33.

Surprisingly, I never planned for Sirius and reader to be close at all, but as I was writing the story, it felt like I was growing and learning just like the characters in the story, and it just kind of happened!

We love Reggie so much omg, and YES! Finally! The slow burn has BURNT!! Those two lovable idiots were dancing around a confession for so long haha, but I'm glad that everyone enjoyed the double kiss :)))!! The patronus scene is one of the very few specific plot details that I've had planned since the beginning, and writing it out just made it sink in that the series is really ending <//3.

I am going to miss this series dearly, and I am so overjoyed to see that you've enjoyed this journey just as much, lovely <33. I look forward to seeing you at the epilogue <33!! Love you so much, dear <3

-cherry<333

#owl <3 #val<3 #val is so sweet<3

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armyhome · 1 year

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(Un) Perfects | Beomgyu

⇢ summary: Lilo is a complicated girl, but also is Beomgyu and the journey of both are a mess.

⇢ pairing: Lilo x Beomgyu.

⇢ a/n: hi my people, it's being a long time since lost in your love story right? well i was really trapped in this thing called adulthood, it's sucks i know, but for me is always better then anything i lived while i was a tennager, i'm working on that on therapy I promise, which is why this story came to me, I think, here you will find deep things about me, so please don't judge... too much... ok?I know we live in a plastic society today, where everyone is so perfect and lives those perfect lives, but in this story everyone is (un)perfect, like me, so I'm showing the most human that my perfectionism allowed me to be, hope you all undertand.

Chapter 1: Attention. Chapter 2: Ditto

Capter 3: Hype Boy

My whole life this semester was constantly waiting for him every single Sunday, he was always there waiting for me with a big smile on his face, I settled my feelings for him, deep inside my heart, guys like him would never fall for a girl like me so I was content with being his friend. I sit next to him, Jun was distracted by looking at the sunset. Something about him gives me the courage to do the things that scare me the most.

"Cause I-I-I know what you like boy, you're my chemical boy" I sing Yeonjunging a little bit of the original song arrangement, my singing classes show me how my voice could be beautiful if I used it right, and after I discover that Junie was a producer and love music, I wished unless my voice could have some power over his heart.

"Wow," He says looking at me "Wasn't you that once told me that I didn't sing?" I smiled at him.

"Suddenly I found a reason to do so…" I say looking at the sunset.

"How was your week?" My smile became even bigger, I was a winner this week.

"I was the first in my class on every single thing so that idiot could eat my dust!" Remember Yeonjun's angry face made my day even better.

"By idiot, you mean that Beomgyu guy? Don't you think sometimes you overthink about him?" Is he jealous? My heart whispers.

"He treats me as if my feelings didn't matter because his best friend may be hurt…" I sigh.

"Why would it be like that?" Junie turned his whole body in my direction, that was what I love the most about these moments.

"Because he is the son of the woman that was Henry's mistress, I can't say that I hate the guy 'cause I didn't know him, but that's the thing I don't wanna meet him… Yeonjun says that I'm dramatic but he is the one overreacting, 'cause I didn't even leave my seat between classes so I don't bump into his precious Yeonjunie" I roll my eyes.

"Do you think you're gonna hate this guy that much?" Junie asks, I took a deep breath.

"Why are we only talking about me? What about your music? And your band? Did you guys find the drummer?" I lay on the grass looking at him.

"Yes, his name is Seugmin, he is dope" He moves his hands like he is playing drums.

"So during winter vacation all, you're gonna do is rehearse right?" Junie smiles like a little kid and waves his head positively.

"You wanna help me choose the name?" I sit so fast that makes me dizzy, this was such an important thing "I just have two rules, needs to have M and H on the name…" His look on became sad.

"Can I ask why?" So Jun looked at his hands "You don't need to answer…"

"No, that's okay, I can share with you, that's the initials of my dad and my little sister…" his eyes became full of tears, by instinct I hugged him like I could protect him from all those memories that hunt him. To my surprise, he hugged me back, and we stayed in silence for a while.

"What about miroh? Mr. Kang teaches me a few words of Joseon, his hometown, which means maze, and sometimes life feels like this…" So my cell phone starts to ring, I look at the screen and is Hueningkai "Just give me a moment, this may be important…" I leave his arms and get apart and feel steps "Something happens Hueningkai?"

"Ariel will kill me Lilo…" His voice was so sad that breaks my heart, Ary was given him a hard time with the musical, she became the first freshman to become the theater team director and now her next stop would be the first one to be the musical lead, and considering Hueningkai was her choreographer he was having a hard time "Can you please just help me with two or three steps? Please"

"Okay, in one hour, at school, deal?" I look at Jun he doesn't take his eyes off me. It was foolish of me to put the salvation of my torment into a boy, but I couldn't help myself.

"Deal, I'll wait for you at the theater club room," Hueningkai bring me back to earth.

"See you later, bye" I come close to Jun "I wish I could see you more than just Sundays…" The confession slipped my mouth before I could hold the words inside my heart, he held my hand.

"Maybe in the future, we could make this happen" He didn't know but his promises became a tattoo on my skin.

"Well probably in the next semester beginning at a school tournament, I'll be on the football team. I know you can't cheer for another school, but cheer for me to be the striker of the league, please? I promise to cheer for you at the swim competition" And I would anyway, 'cause I prefer dying to cheer for Yeonjung, so Jun smiling cross his pink finger with mine.

"Deal," He says laughing but that happiness for some reason doesn't appear in his eyes like he was nervous about something.

"Now I gotta go Hueningkai needs me, and he's waiting for me at school on a Sunday, so I know it's really serious…" I explain and in one second Jun gets up.

"I can give you a drive…" That sentence would make me smile the whole week. I hold Jun with my head resting on his back. I could sleep there so well, imagine waking up like this but on his bed, wearing his shirt…"Lilo.." His voice calls me so I realize we are already at school.

"Sorry I was daydreaming, thank you, Junie, see you next Sunday?" Junie smiles and waves his head positively.

"See you next week Lilo" So he did the unthinkable thing, kissing the top of my head. I don't know what was wrong with me, but I just start to run I run like I was in a marathon, so I enter the theater club's room, lay on the floor, and wait for Hueningkai. Daydreaming about a world where I'm not a crazy person that just panics with a kiss that wasn't even on the lips!

"Something happens?" Hueningkai's voice wakes me.

"He kisses me on the top of my head…" I whisper, and Hueningkai's eyes became wide.

"THAT SUNDAY GUY?" He almost screams so I cover his mouth white my hand.

"Yes, him! Do you think that means something?" Hueningkai sits with me on the floor.

"I don't know, he said something before the kiss?" That question makes me sigh.

"I run away…" I make my confession almost whispering.

"Why?"

"I don't know, I just freak out, and when I realize I'm running…How was it for you and Soobin? You were afraid too?" Hueningkai looked at me worried.

"You promise you wouldn't fall for your stranger Lilo…" The same sadness in Jun's eyes of early there.

"You said that my idea of never falling in love was crazy…" Hueningkai would never hide something from me would he?

"And I still think it is, others people's stories belong to them not you, your parents are not you…But anyway I don't feel like that with Binnie 'cause I know him my entire life, and I love him since I discovered what romantic love means so when he kissed me I stay, I can't say if like you, or if just playing with you Lilo, we don't really know him…" I sigh, he was kinda right so I wouldn't talk back "Now to the choreography we should start…"

"What's going on with Ariel?" I start stretching my body helping Hueningkai stretch his.

"She is possessed by Sharpay spirit since Mr. Ortega was enchanted by you singing Satisfied of Hamilton's musical" He gives me that accusing look.

"I was just practicing for my vocal classes…" Hueningkai sighs.

"As your friend, I must say, if you want to keep your relationship with Ariel, don't take from her what she worked her entire life to achieve, but before you say that's not your dream anyway, as a future director your whole thing is precious, has soul…" He took a deep breath and finish the stretch "Don't wait, let's go, let's make this choreography"

And that's what we did until late in the night when our English slash arts professor Mr. Ortega interrupts saying that school needs to close, my legs were tired enough to me don't contest.

"I just need to use the bathroom before we go," Hueningkai says running through the hall.

"One more time Miss Fisher, I must say, you should apply to our play, you would be an amazing Vanessa on our In the Heights…" I smile politely at him, I would do that only if I wish lost my best friend "Ah I have a favor to ask you," He took a piece of paper from his notebook "I didn't know if I should ask you, but earlier I saw that he brings you here so it must be a fine thing at your home now" I read the paper was an English test, made by Choi Yeonjun, Danielle's child "Can you give this back to you stepbrother?" I can't find an answer to "See you guys tomorrow!" And he leaves.

My heart lose a beat, and I felt dizzy like Jun was the gravity, the force that keeps me connected to the earth, but I lost this, he knew it, and he played me like a fool, oh my god I'm so stupid after all Henry did to mom I still made myself believe so blindly on the first guy that show up in front of me.

"What I lost?" Hueningkai asks so I remember that look on his face early, I put Choi Yeonjun's test in front of his face.

"You knew that Sunday's guy was Choi Yeonjun?" Hueningkai look at me without saying a thing, he knew it "Oh my god, I am such a stupid person, why didn't you tell me? Aren't we friends Hueningkai"

"Of course we are, is just, is more complicated than you think, I discovery just a feel days ago, I was just trying to choose the right words to tell you to cause you a sensible…" I take a deep breath was so hard to breathe, Hueningkai tries to hold my hand but I push his hand away.

"Don't touch me" Hueningkai's eyes became full of tears "You should say when you found it" So I turn around and one more time I start to run like I always do, run until I don't feel my legs, run until I don't feel anything. And I only stop running once I'm in front of Henry's house. The door opens before I knock, showing Ariel's face, I just lose my two best friends in one night, and someone upstairs really hates me.

"I can explain Lilo…" His voice was just a whisper.

"Straight A's you were forgetting your charm in my room…" Jun, better saying Yeonjun, was talking until he saws me "Lilo…" I crumple up the paper and throw it against your chest. "Here's your English test, Mr. Ortega ask me to give it back to you, is delivered now… Jun, better saying, Choi Yeonjun!" Ariel's eyes became wild.

"I didn't know it I swear Lilo, I didn't even imagine he was Sunday's…" She tries to reach me but I step back.

"To the hell the fact he was Sunday's guy, you knew very well that he is Henry's stepson, and you knew more than everyone how I feel about that! How would hurt me"

"I just thought that you were being over dramatic, nobody can hate a parent so much for the rest of their lives!" My blood boiled inside my veins "And I don't know maybe our bond makes your heart easier to be reached, cures a little bit of your anger, and accepted the new members of your family, as much you did with Mr. Kangand Taehyun"

"First and remember really well my words, don't you ever compare Mr. Kang to his mother, Mr. Kang didn't sleep with his mom while my dad was treating cancer using every single energy that he had inside his body to get better through chemotherapy was the otherwise" I look her up to down "You should be Henry's daughter, because you both are so selfish, with a protagonist syndrome, like the entire universe should bow to you, how stupid narcissist a person should be to THINK THAT I WOULD FORGIVE YOU FOR THAT?" Ariel's eyes became full of tears "Save your tears, Ariel, 'cause even kids know that crocodiles cry while they eat…"

"He is not your enemy Lilo!" I look at Choi Yeonjun's face the tears are running down his chick.

"I didn't mean to hurt you…" His voice was just a whisper "I just wanna became close to you, and things start to complicated because I knew that at the moment you discover you would hate me and I didn't wanna that, you're so important to me Lilo, one of my best friends in life"

"So you lied to me, and started to date my best friend to reach me…" I accuse him, but he didn't say anything.

"What is happening here?" Nice timing Beomgyu, for the first time you are at the right place at the right time "What are you doing here again?" He asks Ariel.

"She is visiting her boyfriend" I answer white all hate in my voice "Apparently they start this whole thing to make my heart softly and accept the new members of my family…" So Beomgyu look at me like he knew every single thought in my head, how insane I think was that idea and he agrees.

"Are you trying to make her explode from feeling so much hate? Cause I wanna remember you both, that's my exclusivity" I hold my laugh, and the idea strikes me as thunderously.

"Don't talk about her like you are in times that much…" Ignoring Choi Yeonjun's words I walk decided looking at Beomgyu only, he stares at me but doesn't resist even for a second when I hold his neck and pull towards me I look into his eyes, and his eyes were on my lips, I take this as consent and kiss him and my insanity.

Beomgyu's body against mine was insanity, his strong arms holding me even close making me feel every single muscle of his body, his lips so softly but strongly against mine, my legs became jelly, when we stop kissing, he looked inside my eyes. like somehow he could read everything inside them, so he kiss my ear lobe, making my entire body tickle.

"Don't think this will make me take it easy on you in class…" And there he is, disturbing me again, now hits differently but still wanna punch him.

"What you think old stepbrother? Felling more connected with me now? Did I reach your heart kissing your best friend?" The silence was my answer.

"You're such a child," Ariel says after all.

"You don't see anything yet little princess, I feel now that I need to cure your protagonism syndrome and Mr. Ortega asks me one more time if I wanna be Vanessa…" By the look on her face, she got mad.

"You wouldn't" I make a sarcastic pound.

"I will, 'cause I need to cure you… And you," I turn to Beomgyu that didn't take his eyes off me, and right now I must admit if it was just the two of us... "I need my bond with my brother to become even more strong, so see you later!"

#txt fanfic #beomgyu imagines #txt #choi beomgyu #beomgyu fanfic #beomgyu fic #beomgyu #choi soobin #choi yeonjun #kang taehyun #hueningkai

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I think I've told you I ship Big and Storm? 🤔 If I haven't before now I have LOL.

They never move in together or anything like that. Storm didn't want to leave the airship and the other Rogues and Big didn't want to leave Mystic Ruins, so they decided that's for squares and they're perfectly fine NOT doing that.

ANYWAY, the reason I bring all this up in an OC fact trade is they get a kiddo! Wave built them a robot kid named Leaf. 🥰 They told Wave not to program Leaf to be a fantastic Extreme Gear boarder, and she complied... by making Leaf a fantastic mechanic/inventor instead. But anyway, they pass Leaf back and forth between each other on a schedule.

Leaf keeps building Big inventions that either make fishing more efficient or would allow him to catch more fish at once because the poor kid hasn't quite grasped why Big fishes and they want to help their dad do it better. They mean well though, so Big always appreciates the gesture.

awwwwwwr this is cuuuuute

you did tell me they were a couple in your canon but i didn’t know they had a kid together. that’s adorable <3 <3 Leaf sounds precious.

I have been tempted to give them a fankid of my own, a tiny little thing that somewhere gets into all sorts of places like Froggy. But so far only one AU they’re in is confirmed that they get a kid.

Storms main activity as a father is FINDING HIS CHILD IN PLACES THAT HE CANNOT FATHOM

GREY-WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING-HOW DID YOU GET UP THERE-

Ummmm i’m trying to think of an oc to talk about

fffffffuck it i’ll talk about my rendition (or at least one) of Knuckles’ father His name is Lance (Short for Lancer) and he was an originally a Locke reboot but now he’s developed into something of my own character.

He’s very intelligent and yet still a bit of an idiot. He gives very much Michael Reeves and Markiplier vibes. Being so smart yet also an idiot. He’s very much into robotics and even managed to amke his own robotic hand, he was born with disfigured that got removed so he just went fuck it imma make my own hand. And you know that while hsi creations of robotics are a wonder of science and engineering... he still has his moments. He either makes the most stupid memeist things because of boredom or the internet. Like a goddamn screaming roomba (if you know the reference i love you). He knows more memes and more about internet culture than his own son but he adores his son. He has moments where his depression will get really bad and he’ll become dead inside but he stilll tries his best to be there for his son even with his issues and will drag himself out of bed for him (AND NOT MICROWAVE HIS GODDAMN CHILD FROM A BAD DREAM GOD FUCKING DAMMIT LOCKE. LANCE GETS DUMB AND INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN YOU ACT ON THEM FUCKING-). Most of the time you can tell when h’es in a good mood cause when he is feeling good... the gremlin comes out. Knuckles may be happy that his dad is happy but then he wishes that he wouldn’t become such a gremlin man because then he creates the weirdest shit.

Knuckles: DAD WHY DO THESE DRONES KEEP GOING AFTER ME

Lance: i’m trying to speed up the robot apocalypse and these drones go after people after scanning their faces

Knuckles: WHY

Lance: idk i thought it was funny

Knuckles: DAD PLS

He’s also neurodivergent af

#idk why i decided to talk about lance #he just came into mind #knuckles' memey depressed robotics dad who uses his talents to make mistakes

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darkmulti · 3 years

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(Yandere and non con warning)

Def not the only one who wants a 18th century h.c of possessive and controlling, husband!Jungkook x forced wife!reader. Jungkook gets jealous after witnessing another man asking you out and when you come back home at night, he breeds you. Please make it rough and non con. Thank you❤️‍🔥

-> you’re definitely not the only one. I can assure you that I’ve thought about this too many times😫

⚠️: NON CON, YANDERE!JUNGKOOK, Squirting/piss play, Physically, mental and emotional abuse, spit play,

-> sorry for any mistakes

Your parents owned a local bakery store

All the recipes were from your late grandmother

You spent almost all of your time there because you were in charge of everything

The store was under your parents’ name but you were the one running it

Sometimes, you even slept there because it’d be too late to walk home

Your dedication to the bakery made it successful

Although, you were the one doing all the work, you parents took all the credit and money

They weren’t paying you because you’re their child

They don’t need to pay you

“It’s a women’s place.” Your father said

You wanted to go back to school however, your parents laughed in your face

“School aren’t for girls, Y/N. Learn how to cook and clean. That’s all you need to know. Let the men handle everything else.”

You were tired of fighting with them and eventually stopped because they threatened to set you up in an arrange marriage

Now, it was just you and the bakery

You had many loyal customers and recently, one has been coming everyday, at the same time

He’d always buy a loaf of banana bread and if he was in a good mood, a blueberry muffin as well

Then, he’d sit in the corner table and eat two - three slices before getting up and leaving

He’d always leave a tip behind and you always kept it for yourself

One day, he didn’t come and you were surprised

For a year straight, he came and bought the same two things

Now, he hasn’t visited in 4 days

Tonight, you came back home for the first time in a while

Your parents had visited the bakery to collect “their” earnings and told you that you have to go somewhere with them that evening

After closing up and cleaning up, you went home and got ready

Your parents were taking you out for dinner as a treat for all your hard work

You were really excited because they were finally acknowledging your hard work

Once you arrived at the restaurant, your parents lead you to a table that already had three people seated

You immediately recognize one of them

It’s that guy who buys your banana loaf!

You sat in front of him while your parents greeted the two other strangers

“Oh, so this is your daughter? She’s gorgeous! Come here and give me a hug.”

You awkwardly chuckled and got up to hug the middle aged women

“Oh! Where are my manners? My name is Jeon F/N, this is my husband, Jeon F/N and this is our son, Jeon Jungkook. We’re your soon to be in laws!”

You heart dropped to the floor

“I-in laws?” You asked, confused

“Yeah, honey. Is this your first time hearing about this? We’ve been talking to your parents for a while now.”

You snapped your head towards you parents and they looked emotionless

“No, no they didn’t tell me anything.”

Dinner with them was hell

Your parents were talking about your wedding arrangements right in front of you

You didn’t know what to do

You wanted to rebel but then your parents would disown you

Just like that, you’d be homeless with little money to survive

In the end, you’d be paying the heavy price

You looked at Jungkook who was staring at you the whole time

You wondered if he knew about this

Maybe, that’s why he came to the bakery everyday

“Did you know anything about this?” You said loud enough for him to hear

“I did.”

“For how long?”

“Since last year.”

You eyes widen, in shock

You were right!

“Why didn’t you stop it?”

“Why would I stop it when I’m the one who wants it?”

You scrunch your eyebrows, in confusion

“What’re you talking about?”

“Since the first day I met you, I wanted to marry you. I told my parents and now, we’re getting married.”

Now, you were mad

You got up and stormed off, catching everyone’s attention

You walked to the bakery and locked yourself in

Here, you thought your parents were acknowledging you for first time, when they were actually setting you up for a marriage so they don’t have to take care of you

You cried yourself to sleep that night

The next couple of weeks, the bakery was closed due to your wedding

The wedding was spectacular

You would’ve love it if you weren’t being forced into a marriage

After the wedding, Jungkook took your precious virginity

He made sure to pleasure you until you passed out

He was so in love with you

Now, he was finally able to show you how much he loved you

And mark you as his

The next couple of months, he was attached to you

He took over his family’s business and you took over your family’s business

He’d visit you every day at work to check if you’re with another man

He was so paranoid about it, sometimes he’d come by 3 or 4 times to make sure you were not cheating

You thought he missed you and that’s why he kept stopping by (which is half true) however, you had no idea that he was possessive and controlling

You had to learn the hard way

Sometimes, you wouldn’t leave work until midnight

You had so much things to do like preparing for the next day, making a to-do list, making a grocery lists, and cleaning every area of the shop

It’s time consuming, so obviously you finish up pretty late

Jungkook absolutely hates that

Although you stay late in the shop once in a while, he can’t stand it

He wants you to be in his arms every night

Jungkook gets angry when you’re not

This was your fourth time staying out late in the shop and he’s had enough

He couldn’t help but feel paranoid about what you were actually doing in the shop

What if you lied and went on a date with another man?

What if you were running away from him?

Or even worse, what if you were having sex with another guy?

He raced to the bakery and banged on the door, which scared you

You saw that it was him and let him in

“W-what’s wrong?! You scared me!”

“Grab your stuff, we’re going home.”

“But I’m not done yet! I only have a couple more things to do and then I’ll come home. I told you already-”

“I don’t think you fucking heard me!” He yelled and grabbed your hair

“Grab your shit, we are leaving right now.”

He pushed you towards the counter and crossed his arms

You let your breath out in shock but scurry to get your stuff

You’ve never seen him like this and it terrified you

“I have my stuff.”

“Good, let’s go.”

He helped you lock the door and wrapped his arm around your waist

The walk home was silent

You were scared shitless

All you wanted to do was run back into your parents’ house

But he didn’t let you move an inch away from him

Once you got home, he started pushing you around and arguing some more

“Jungkook, I told you this afternoon when you came to visit! I said I have to stay late so I don’t have to stress myself out in the morning!”

“Don’t fucking lie to me! Who were you fucking seeing?!” He screamed, frightening you more

“No one! I swear, no one!” You whimpered

He corned you into your shared room and locked the door

“Jungkook, I swear! Nothing happened!”

He didn’t believe a single word coming out of your mouth

It was like you were talking to a wall

He pushed you onto the bed and stripped you naked

Jungkook pushed two fingers into your cunt and pretended to scoop out cum

“If nothing happened, why is your cunt full of cum?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about! I didn’t have sex with anyone!”

You weren’t very educated about sex, so Jungkook had an advantage

You began apologizing even though you didn’t have sex with anyone

You just wanted peace between you two

“I’m sorry! I didn’t cheat or anything, but I’m sorry if it hurt you! I really am!”

Jungkook slapped you and spat on your face

“Dirty slut. Telling me that you’re not cheating but still apologizing.”

“No! Please, I didn’t do anything!”

Jungkook pulled his cock out and shoved it in without warning

You were still new to sex so when he didn’t let you adjust, you automatically started screaming and crying

“Please, slower!” You cried, holding onto his biceps as he went faster and deeper

“Stop! Please!”

Jungkook loved the sound of his balls clapping against your ass

It honestly made him harder

All night, he was on top, fucking you hard

Your legs were spread apart, tears in your eyes and sweat dripping down your forehead

You looked like a hot mess

And he loved every second of it

“Mmh- Jungkook!”

You squirted around him and had a trembling orgasm

You couldn’t stop releasing your liquids on him and he couldn’t stop pounding you

The bed sheet was soaked by the end of it

He pushed his cock deep inside and came

After Jungkook fell asleep, you cried for while

How were you supposed to tolerate him for the rest of your life?

The next morning

You woke up in severe pain

You lower region was begging for some pain relief

But there was nothing you could do about it

Jungkook was still sleeping next to you

You decided to leave before he wakes up

After getting ready by leaning on everything, you slowly walked to town

When you arrived at the bakery, you saw a big “for sale” sign

You panicked and went inside the store, only to be greeted by your parents

“Mother, father! Why is there a “for sale” sign on the bakery?”

You parents looked at each other in disappointment

“You see, we have to explain the obvious to your daughter. Be grateful that someone willingly married your idiot daughter.” Your father said before walking out

His words did hurt but you cared about the bakery more than your father

“Why’re you selling it, mother? Can you not afford it anymore? Why-”

“Shut up, Y/N! You’re married now, you have wifely duties. You don’t have time for this bakery so the best option is to sell it.”

Your world fell apart right before your eyes

“But mother-”

“Save it. You already made your father upset. I’m warning you now, you don’t want to get on my bad side.”

You cried the whole morning

After you opened the bakery, lots of people gathered in line

All breads, cakes and muffins were going on sale

After you served the people in line, you went up to the tables and took their order

After you served them, a regular customer who was sitting alone gestured you to come over

You went over to the man and asked him if he needed anything

He told you to take a seat and accompany him

Since the crowd died down, you sat down in front of him

“You look a bit stressed and sad. What’s on your mind?”

You were touched by his words

Finally, someone cared about you

You told him you were upset about the bakery closing

He understood and even offered money to help you keep it open

You were flattered but didn’t accept the money

“Money’s not a problem, my parents just don’t want to keep this shop open.”

You talked with this guy for a couple of hours

Although this was your first time talking to him, you talked to him like he was your best friend

When closing time came around, he got up and asked you out on a date

You didn’t know what to do

You were married but you really liked this guy

You were considering saying yes when someone pulled his shoulder back and punched him across the face

“Jungkook! What the hell is wrong with you?!”

“You think I didn’t see that?! I saw it all. I saw you flirting with my wife for three hours straight and then asking her out on a date!”

Jungkook beat the crap out of the guy and pushed him outside

He then came back in the store, looking at you with devil eyes

“Yesterday’s punishment clearly wasn’t enough.”

The entire way home, he was yelling at you, slapping you, spitting on you, pulling your hair, pushing you to the ground and choking you

You were crying the whole time, apologizing over and over

When you arrived home, he seriously had no mercy on you

No foreplay, no lube, no adjusting

Just a raw, thick cock being forced into you

You were begging him to let you go but tonight, nothing was going to stop him

He was moving his hips insanely fast, not giving you enough time to breathe

You were choking on your own sobs

“Jungkook, please no! I’m sorry!”

“Why did you hesitate to deny his offer? You are a married fucking women!” With each word a hard thrust followed, knocking all the air out of you

“Answer me! Is he better than me? Does he take care of you? Does he provide money for you? TELL ME!” He was yelling so loudly, it was making you cry harder

“N-no, he doesn’t. He was just the first person to care about me.” You whispered the last sentence but, Jungkook was able to make it out

“Are you saying that I don’t care about you?”

He got more aggressive and fastened his pace

“Tell me, Y/N! Do you think that I don’t care about you?!”

You couldn’t answer him because you couldn’t catch your breath

He was going too fast and you were crying so hard, you couldn’t breathe

Jungkook noticed how much you were struggling and added onto your struggle by holding your neck down

“Apologize, right now Jeon Y/N!”

You softly apologize but it wasn’t good enough for him

He lifted your legs a little, giving him better access and fucked you till you squirted

This time you sobbed your apology and begged for forgiveness

“I’m so sorry, Jungkook! It’ll never— ah! It’ll never happen again! I’m so sorry! Please for- forgive me for my dumb m-mistake. Please! I’m begging you.” You held onto the bed sheet, praying he would stop

He huskily growled and pushed his cock in deep

“For the next 9 months you’ll be swelling with my baby. Now, everyone can back off.”

He shot his hot cum right into you, filling you up to the rim

Sorry for any mistakes. It’s 3:41am 😄

#jungkook smut #jeon jungkook smut #bts smut #non con #bts yandere #yandere bts #yandere jungkook

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