#i mean at this point there seems to be a running theme with some characters
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HOLY SHIT U KNOW NSR??? But also, i feel like eve would fit rlly nicely!! Could act as an ena-type chara in the hypothetical third game. Mayday as a chaos causer would be funny tho, but wouldnt hit the same without zuke. Maaaaybe kliff??? It’d be hilarious i think
after some thought, I am warming up to the idea of adding Eve :-)
#also yes nsr good :)#but it runs like ass on my laptop and thats just my fault entirely#your other ideas are cool too (kliff would be first to die tho im sorry lmao)#i mean at this point there seems to be a running theme with some characters#we already have kanade frye shiver and alex#what could one more music related character hurt#also first time drawing eve lol#3rd kg hypothetical
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“my wife.”
how they address you. why does it make your heart skip a beat each time?
characters; neuvillette, wriothesley
—female pronouns obvi, aaaa this is so random😭 fluff, tad bit of crack, has suggestive themes/dirty jokes cause that's my humor in general, just tryna get into writing again heehaa don't mind me ʘ‿ʘ
NEUVILETTE always accompanies the term with unmatched affection. it rolls off his tongue perfectly like a match made in heaven, coupled with the serene image of you instantaneously appearing in his mind before he even thinks of the uttering the endearing term. he still finds it surreal that you are both even lawfully married, yet the way he calls you his wife is already on instinct. is it too presumptuous of him?
well, in the end, he can't find any means to worry about it when you seem to equally adore the nickname.
“ooohh, say it again, say it again!”
he can't tell whether he married a child or not, but he still obliges your request and calls you his wife affectionately once more.
meanwhile, furina nearly gags everytime she hears him say it so softly—like using any other tone when referring to you would land him in the hands of the fortress of meropide. sure—she might've been the one who set up both of you—but the drama and thrill akin to watching a romance film has delightfully ended, and she can only meddle so much in marital matters. the iudex just might actually have her head in a platter if she were to do anything mischievous at that point.
but while a happy neuvillette is running around announcing 'my wife' this and 'my wife' that, you are currently stuck on what to call him in return, sadly enough.
“at this point, i think i'm just going to call you daddy.”
it was unfortunate with the way he choked on some of the water he was drinking—well, thank goodness he didn't spill much as before. for this wasn't the first time you said something unprompted while he was in peace with his water—he can only internally sigh.
“and what exactly has influenced you to arrive at such a conclusion, my wife?” he does not miss the tiny shudder of your body that followed the endearment. your face burns a tad bit at that, and he softly chuckles.
“your effect on me is no joke, you know?” you pout at his amused smile, “the way you refer to me so sweetly makes me want to call you my dearest husband everytime.”
“i don't recall voicing any complaints. is something else holding you back from doing so?”
you nod solemnly in agreement at that, which prompts him to raise a brow in mild curiousity.
“thing is, i really like calling you by your first name. same with monsieur neuvilette. there's something mildly erotic within it—you get what i mean, hehehe...” he only stares at you, clearly unimpressed, and a bit concerned at the implication. you clear your throat, apologizing under your breath.
“still—it's such a devastating predicament to be unable to choose between the three.” you sigh defeatedly, moving to slump your entire weight on his lap. you mutter, “my dearest husband monsieur neuvillette...mmm, no, that's too long.”
chuckling at your dramatic antics, he plants a soothing hand on your waist, the other fixing your wrinkled clothing as you practically melt against his hold. “and you thought settling on daddy was the appropriate option?”
“i'm not hearing any objections.” you jest, feeling cheeky.
“please refrain from calling me such a thing in the eyes of the public atleast.”
“...huh? you're actually allowing it??”
WRIOTHESLEY on the other hand, says it as if he's flaunting. it leaves his lips like a taunt each time, indirectly telling the other party 'i have a hot wife and you dont' even though most of the time the people he mentions you to don't even know what you actually look like. it's silly, childish even, but you still love it nonetheless.
sigewinne and the other inmates have collectively told you that ever since you got married, he has never uttered your actual name to anyone else. some find it weird, some find it somehow disrespectful, and some are now convinced he's crazily obsessed with you, and now he's showing it off every chance he gets, much to everyone's dismay.
it's arrived to the point where a small percentage of people have actually forgotten about your name, and now refer to you as the duke's wife, or even duchess, to which you made a face at. that's kind of pushing it by then.
anywho, in the end, it's funny and endearing, maybe even makes you a bit giddy, but there is no way you're telling him that. the situation might escalate even more if possible.
“you know, my wife is very mean to me today.”
as a pair of strong yet gentle arms wrap around your waist, you resist the growing smile on your face, deciding to mess with your husband for a bit.
“is that so?” you continue your chores without a care in the world. he huffs.
“mhm. she won't look me in the eye the whole day, even though she seemed sooo happy last night.” face instantly burning, you hiss as you slap his arm in a fit of embarrassment, pulling a hearty chuckle from the man behind you.
“—and now she's hitting me as well. i can't believe this.” you both know very well he was not fazed in the slightest bit.
“if her husband wasn't such a pervert then maybe—”
his facade cracks as he forces out an awkward laugh, “hey now, baby, you know i'm nothing like that.”
“wriothesley.”
he clears his throat awkwardly, “okay, maybe a little. it's exclusive for you though! my wife doesn't have to be so mean about it, you're making me reallyyy sad here, y'know?”
there it is again, you think. that nickname. that damned word that makes you want to turn around and smash your lips against his and—wait, hold yourself together! don't forget the reason you're being cold to him!
“you deserve to feel remorse. i've been struggling to even move the whole day because of you.”
you go rigid.
you didn't mean for that to come out so bitter...oh no.
“oh. so that's what this is about.” you don't even have to turn around to know that there's a smug look on his stupidly handsome face, his grip on your waist turning into soothing circles as he presses a kiss to your neck.
“if my wife wanted a massage, she could've just said so.” it's husky when it leaves his mouth, leaving you to shiver with the chills he enunciates.
flustered, you completely disregard the way your knees buckle at the endearment laced with that low voice of his, hitting his arm once more, earning a tiny 'ouch' from him.
“pervert. i want rest, not another round!”
“heh, i didn't say anything about another round, my perverted wife.”
“you—” you are abrupt cut off as you yelp in surprise when your feet are raised off the ground, your face now much closer to your husband's as he carries you gently in his arms.
“shhh, just let me take you to bed. if my wife was feeling terrible the whole day, she should've just told me in the first place so she could stay in, don't you think?”
he's right, but you're still angry. “shut up.”
“just letting you know i'm not completely at fault, wife.” you attempt to ignore the furious beating of your heart, face burning at his smug expression. “i'm not the only one who wanted it.”
hsr version...? if i feel like it...🤔🤔
#har❗#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#genshin impact imagines#neuvillette x reader#wriothesely x reader#genshin drabbles#genshin x you#genshin imagines#genshin headcanons
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NSFW // KNY characters who take their pussy rare.
CW / Period blood / blood play / degradation/ (DOUMA) reader is viewed as livestock/ BDSM dynamics (Dom+submissive)
DOUMA
-Of course Douma eats it bloody. That's like, his whole character theme.
-I think Douma has a particular fondness, in fact, for bloody pussy.
-He can smell your hormones pulsing with each cramp. You're aching and pleading not to be touched too rough, and Douma is just shaking with excitement.
-he would never. Have you no faith?
-He's certain blood is actually better than your typical wetness. Says you're tighter when you're cramping. His dick slides better in your lining.
-Has an array of things set up to catch your blood for later. He has jars of it at this point. Keeps it on ice. You don't see him use them ever- You just know they're there, and notice when one dissapears.
-The worst part is that he assures you he doesn't drink them. Those would never be for him, absolutely not. He doesn't have leftovers, silly.
-You don't know where your blood is going, or who it's going into, but he keeps you too fucked out to care regardless.
-'Ah- Another one? Did you know, when you contract, You're pushing all the good stuff out of your womb?'
-He's saying this with you sat on his face. You don't quite hear him, and it takes a moment for you to grasp just what he's saying.
-If you knew him better, which you don't, you'd know he's talking about the actual lining of your wall. He views a womb as a particularly sacred delicacy. As if he's eating a holy relic of sorts.
-So of course he'll take whatever comes from it. It's like a cow with milk. When you stop bleeding, he'll eat the rest of you, but you've got quite a bit of life left to live cushy and pampered.
-He believes this bizarre little practice keeps him at upper two after all. Your bloody cunt is the closest he gets to religion, in a way. Women are so fascinating, with your ready to eat buffets for demons, and that dumb little button you have that makes you crave that?
-If he believed in God, he would be sure the menstrual cycle was a divine design, made especially with him in mind. Not only are you lethargic and aching, but he gets to bully you, and you're supplying him food?
SEKIDO
-One of them has to batter you back into submission when you're like this, and none of them seem anywhere near as capable as Sekido. Or as enthusiastic.
-You're a bit nippy during your period. The four understand this much. The other three seem content, in some capacity, to let you run your mouth. Sekido doesn't like being disrespected in any capacity.
-His clones encourage him to behave... not kindly, but mean in other, more helpful ways.
-It's really hard for him to not eat you whole, starting with the meat of your inner thighs. Your moans ground him, but also bring him dark thoughts.
-Would you moan if he started tearing through your flesh?
-He becomes the only one allowed to fuck you on the first day of your period. That's his bull to handle. His pussy to make a mess of. He plays it off as though he's handling an unwelcome task, but he's very quick to deny anyone else the right.
-Will degrade you if you enjoy it even a smidge.
-'Are you moaning? Disgusting! This isn't the time for hysterics!'
-Shocked and amazed when your cramps actually do lessen. Was entirely lying for the bit and doesn't believe you when you say you're feeling just slightly better.
-Is driven to a near frenzy when you cum and a drop of blood slips down to your taint. He's not wasteful.
-He's more upset at how much he enjoys it compared to how much you enjoy it. He shouldn't enjoy something so disgusting, and he assures you he's not, but his lips are covered in your blood, and it's really hard to take him seriously.
TENGEN
-four wives, one for each blood type. He jokes he knows how each tastes and can tell the difference by smell alone.
-Very public about this. Not shy to admit to his tastes. He pleases his wives constantly, let it be known that something as small as blood would never prevent him from such an important task.
-If he sees even one of you cramping, he's got you on the ground or the flat of the nearest surface to fix it. He hates seeing you in pain and will do anything in his power to circumvent it. His tongue is definitely within his power.
-Tells you that his seed really is a cure all, he isn't wrong. The warm liquid splattering up against your sore cervix- It's almost comforting in a way. Cooling, even.
-Loves fingering you, too. Places the softest, warmest hand just barely on your stomach, because it hurts so bad, but you tug it to your uterus everytime. A nice heating pad while he works out all the awful things.
-'Ah, does that feel better? I know it hurts, let your lord take care of it.'
-Such a service top it's almost sickening. Living with the three others, and having you sync up? Tengen has had more than one busy day.
-Will cockwarm you if need be. The sex is gentle in comparison. It can get rough if so desired. After the really bad cramps, he's willing to push aside any mess to let you chase your high.
-His thighs look really pretty covered in blood.
-He's his wives personal fuck toy, and he takes pride in that. Especially if they go from aching and exhausted to cumming and overjoyed. Helps them get back on the job.
-Tengen actually enjoys the blood as well. Thinks it adds a certain- artistic flare to your pussy. And to his dick.
AKAZA
-Eats pussy for his own enjoyment. At your service, hand and foot, 25/8- Does not care what state your vagina is in, he's just grateful to be here.
-A very calm lover. A very calming lover, as well. Doesn't care about taste, smell, visual- barely even cares how he got there. All that matters is that he's doing his job, and he's fulfilling your wishes.
-Such a service bottom it is UNDENIABLY sickening. Zero regard for his own pleasure, entirely subservient.
-See Guard dog and wounded master. Willing to lick the blood from any given wound if he believes it to help. Wishes his spit was healing because seeing you like this is gut wrenching to him. He isn't sure why, but he know it hurts.
-Kitten licks to your clit. He doesn't care if his tongue gets tired. His thumbs massage your lips, keeping your ass elevated at just the right height to make all of it fade away.
-Begs you to come even if he knows how hard that must be given the circumstances. Can't bare to see you in pain anymore than this.
-The head boarders on high. He's chocked you full of any and every pain killer from the time. As it works it's way through your veins, the soft pampering to your pussy becomes borderline overstimulating.
-He thinks you're squirming from pain, so he tries even harder to make it feel better. You can't stop cumming once you start.
-You're in tears under his tongue, and he's lapping up every drop of blood your pussy has to offer. It's euphoric for him, in a way. This was a large point of contention between the two of you. Never wanting to be eaten, and yet being satisfied in such a gluttonous way.
-When you push his head away, he looks up at you with a cakey, pink face. His eyes wide and wondering.
-'Was I too rough?' And when you shake your head no, and your voice sounds all too content, he can't help but smile. With his reddened, cum and blood covered lips, he looks a little too perfect.
-'That makes me happy.'
#demon slayer x reader#demon slayer smut#upper moon smut#hashira x reader#upper moons x reader#tengen x reader#tengen smut#tengen x you#douma smut#douma x reader#douma x you#akaza x y/n#akaza smut#akaza x reader#sekido x you#sekido smut#sekido x reader#sekido x y/n#hantengu clones x reader
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kinktober • day two
kink: office sex
character: nanami kento
show : Jujutsu Kaisen
fic type: drabble ( wc: 1.2K)
content warning + themes: choking (he uses his tie), spit play, missionary, squirting, daddy’s used a couple times, infidelity, hint of toxic nanamin
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“K-Kent—I’m gonna come if you don’t stop! I’ll make a mess..ruin all of the newest reports.”
“Correct me if I’m wrong, sweetheart..but is that not the point? Besides..it’s nothing we can’t fix.”
the type of banter that one would ever expect to be partaken during such a sexy, intimate moment. It was a scene akin to something from a movie or a corny, cliche porno. Alas though, it was your reality..back pressed to the pinewood desk, legs hiked up midair and three fingers hooked inside of your cheek. Being thrashed around on the base of your boss’ cock. Sharp thrusts being fed to your fertile little cunt…making a mess would have been quite the understatement at this point. A blanket like sheath and strings of your creamy arousal dripping all over his shaft. Honestly, he was the only man who could ever invoke such a reaction from you.
“Tell me though, my dear?..Can he make you do this? Hmm..has that boyfriend of yours ever made you come like this? You’re so turned on right now…” it was a fact that CEO and your secret fling, Nanami Kento was quite proud of. Holding you up after hours, long after the remainder of the staff had dissipated and gone home. Using the guise of some ‘special assignment’ that he only entrusted in your hands to have you squirting all over him. “We—really shouldn’t be doing this!—ahh fuck! It’s so wrong.” The words flowed from your mouth yet they meant nothing. Not when your body was singing an entirely different tune. One where you were writhing underneath him and sloshing around in your own slick. Having ripped your top open, Kento glared vehemently as your ample breasts bounced around, crashing against each other. In truth, there was nothing your sorry ass excuse of a man..if he could even be called one, could do with you. A woman of your pedigree deserved nothing but the best in every single aspect, including dick. You had been employed here for three years and not once had he ever seen that asshole bringing you lunch or flowers. But rather, aggravation and headaches about some girl he had been messing around with or how he had taken your car whilst you were out working. It utterly repulsed him! So he was going to vet every bit of his frustrations by fucking you senseless..
“But it feels so…fucking right? Wouldn’t you agree, sweetheart? I mean, it surely seems like you do with the way you’re squeezing my dick.”
for all the days that he had watched you strut about throughout the office halls, wearing something far too revealing and rousing..all the nights he had dreamt of getting you alone and letting his tongue trail up your thighs as he teased that soaking center. Knowing the sheer anticipation alone had you turned on; waiting for him to peel back those panties and letting that sticky layer of arousal be exposed to the cool elements. Watching those nipples stiffen up as he pinched them between his fingertips…taking all of the time in the world to pleasure you. Which luckily came to fruition tonight. He had you panting like a little dog in heat, salivating and falling all over yourself..having already invoked one orgasm, he was hoping to produce so many, you’d barely be able to function. Wielding that dark tan tie that had cheetah print littering the material, Kento fastened the grip around his knuckles, tugging tighter as to slightly restrict your air. Being choked definitely turned you on more than you’d care to let on. Also, it would keep you reigned in, just in case you decided to run from the dick!..
“Tell the truth. He can’t get you this wet. Now can he? I’m the only one that can, right? This is the type of fucking you deserve, isn’t it?” Questioning with gentle coos as he slid a thumb between your lips to suckle on. Those innocent looking eyes glaring right up at him. Feeding you a soft slap to the cheek, Kento posed the question once more before ramming his cock deeper. “Y-yes, daddy.” Evoking a smirk and earning yourself a sloppy kiss as he placed a hand to the center of your stomach. “Thaaat’s my good girl. Now you just keep coming on this dick. That’s your only job right now, understand?” To which you’d nod, reassuring him you’d do as he said. Those quivering legs rested atop his shoulder blades, ankles laced with gentle pecks to assist in calming you down. When he’d notice your gaze starting to falter and your head falling backwards, Kento made haste in snatching it back up before hooking your jaws with two fingers.
“Hey, eyes up here, sweetheart. I didn’t give you permission to look away. Focus on this dick, nothing else.” Which was all but inevitable as that swollen appendage pounded into you. Hitting that sensitive core each time he thrusted in and out. A thick coat of pearlescent cream slathered over all that shaft, it was such a delectable sight. But Kento was a little greedy, egotistical if you will. He couldn’t let up until he saw you convulsing. Which wasn’t too far off base because once he hooked your jaw, you’d begin to pant as he sped up that heavy pounding. Not letting up until he felt that pussy tightening around him and clutching as if you didn’t want him to pull out..
“Kent!—I'm gonna come..”
“Ah..not yet. There’s one more thing I need.”
coiling your fingers together, Kento leaned down and gently brushed the top of your forehead before marking it with a kiss. “Tell me you love me..right now. Say it..” full and we’ll aware of the fact that you were already cheating but telling another man you loved him, only to turn around and be forced to go home and say it to your boyfriend was nothing more than a slap in the face. Even so, the immense pleasure and intensity of the moment had taken its toll on you so with his thumb caressing your cheek, you’d utter the fateful phrase:
“I love you, Kento.” Bringing a devious grin of sheer satisfaction to his face. With that, he’d prompt you to release and suddenly, a shower of sticky rain splattered his tan suit and blue button down that had been halfway undone. A sight he’d never grow tired of. Only to give you his load in return right after. You’d meet in a haze of passionate kisses to center you from those climatic highs. You’d stay like that for a few minutes; limbs entangled and lips crashing together…finally pulling away, you’d begin to chuckle, completely overtaken by bliss. Patting your asscheek with a gentle slap, he’d usher you up with his opposite hand to help you gather your bearings.
“Hey, let’s get out of here. The cleaning crew will be coming in a little while.” Informing you as he buttoned that shirt back up and fastened his pants. But whilst you were getting re-dressed, making the best attempt you could to make yourself look presentable and not as if you had just gotten ravaged by your boss, it was then that a familiar contact would appear across the screen of your iPhone..
Satoru 💍
you felt a sinking sensation in the out of your stomach, a combination of guilt and anxiety lingering but it didn’t matter. Because as far as you were concerned, the only man who could satisfy you was right here.
#kinktober#jujutsu kaisen#nanami kento#nanami x black!reader#nanami x reader#nanami smut#jjk smut#jjk drabbles#jjk x black reader#jjk imagines#nanami jjk#jjk nanami#jujutsu nanami#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen drabbles#jujutsu kaisen imagines#black fem reader#jujutsu kaisen nanami#satoru gojo#cw infidelity#cw spit#cw choking#jjk gojo
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Death Appreciation Week!
With Dead Boy Detectives hitting our screens on the 25th April, and with our girl Death of the Endless making a guest appearance, it seemed only fitting that we should celebrate her in the run up to the show's release.
So I will be running a Death Appreciation Week from Thursday 18th April to Thursday 25th April which will be a celebration of all things Death of the Endless!
Participation is easy. You can go through the prompt list below, and choose to create in whichever way you feel most comfortable. I am keeping this event as flexible as possible so the prompts aren't tied to set days, you just go for whatever you feel most inspired by whenever you can make the time and ideally if you are able to complete a prompt of your choosing each day of the event well then you are a star and I love you!
Prompt List
Death and Family - Dysfunctional as they may be the Endless are a family unit, and their parents are even worse.
Death and Mortals - Some have won her favour, others have slipped through her grasp.
Death and Immortals - even the God's must meet her in the end.
Death and Relationships - Who doesn't flirt with Death on occassion?
Lessons Learned - Death's words of wit and wisdom.
Death the Fashionista - She's rocked many looks over the years, but she's always been a goth fashion icon.
A Day with Death - every 100 years she takes mortal form.
The Sound of Her Wings - lets not forget she has them!
"A Cold Stuck-Up Bitch" - It's a long endless lifetime - Death's early years and how she's changed.
Death Tarot - a symbol of transformation, of change, and even of hope?
Rules for Participation
All types of fanworks are permitted. Fanart, fanfics, gifsets, meta analysis, polls, even just sharing your fave comic panels or official artwork is fine. The goal is to celebrate this amazing character in all her forms.
For your work to qualify for submission to the event, it has to prominantly feature Death of the Endless as the primary focal point. Whilst I encourage exploring her relationships with other characters, the point is to highlight Death as the central character in the work.
the hashtag #Death Appreciation Week must be tagged in all works for the event.
Anything goes! I welcome all ships, all types of work, all themes and content. NSFW is absolutely fine if that's your jam. We don't kinkshame here either. So long as everything is clearly tagged you can literally create what you want.
The prompt list is just a guide for inspiration but literally any fanworks that focus on Death can be included. You don't have to follow prompts if you don't want to.
This is a love fest for Death - which means no hate, discrimination, exclusion, etc. Please also keep criticisms and complaints out of the event tag.
Death of the Author - this is my Neil Gaiman Keep Out sign. As much as I love the guy, this is a fan event and I do not consent to anyone tagging the author in my posts. If he somehow finds it on his own thats on him lol, but please don't tag him.
Most importantly HAVE FUN - and share this post. Signal Boost please!
If you have any questions about the event, the prompts, or anything, please send me an ask or a dm. I'm happy to answer anything and help as much as needed.
With love and thanks to @seiya-starsniper for the awesome banner, and @marlowe-zara and @tryan-a-bex for their ideas and support. <3
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Hey Chekhov! How do you start converting an AU idea from character sheets and mini comics into a plot outline for a full, continuous comic? Especially if the series you're basing it on isn't complete?
I've been following your white diamond Steven comics for years, and frankly, I love how it builds and continues the scaffolding canon laid to be something that is thematically still the same but also very unique. And I never thought I'll ever say this, but now I'm working on a canon-divergent AU with someone that's I think aiming to do something similar(continue the themes of canon but different). So I'll just like some advice, I suppose!
You might've answered something like this before, honestly, but I tried to dig a little and couldn't really find it.
Thanks, if you do answer this! I just want take the opportunity as well to say also that your comic and blog accompanied me through parts of my late teens, and I'm very grateful for you being a stabilizing influence during that time.
Thank you! I really appreciate you saying that, and I appreciate you respecting me enough to ask for advice.
As for your question...
Well, to be frank, I don't START with character sheets and mini-comics. In fact, for WD!AU, I didn't have any character sheets until I started season 2.
Think of your story as an aquarium. Your characters are fish.
Yes, they're important, but having a whole bunch of fish without any substrate, tanks, feed and WATER..... will not really make for a memorable aquarium experience.
The reality is that all stories should start with an end.
That's my personal approach, anyway.
What I mean is - you need to know the general idea for your story before you begin to write or plan it.
Let's try this:
1.Tell me about your story in THREE sentences!
Just three. Not long ones, just regular ones.
For my AU, @ask-whitepearl-and-steven, it would be:
"A young orphan runs away from home with a mysterious lady who seems more cryptid than human. He realizes that he's not human either - he used to be the ruler of an alien planet! He and the other aliens he meets decide to (REDACTED) (REDACTED) (REDACTED) and he (REDACTED) (REDACTED) (READACTED) (READ ANDCTED) (READ AND FIND OUT)."
YOU should know how YOUR story ends too! Even vaguely.
It helps if you know at what point you plan to lay down the pencil. Because if you DO know, you are always going to know which direction to walk in, even if the end is so far away it's beyond your line of sight.
It's true that when I began WDAU, I didn't have much information about White Diamond and white Pearl, because they had literally ONLY been introduced. I had to guess a lot of the details (like WP being Pink's originally) and what White would be capable of. And thankfully, my original intent for the story's end fit pretty well with what was later revealed!
But don't forget - you could also just fuck around with stuff! It's your story, after all.
And don't forget... to also look back!
2.Tell me WHY the story is happening in the first place.
There's a reason that the beginning of your story happens when it does. If there is no reason to start somewhere, then find a different place to start.
You should be able to tell me "We're picking up the story here because something significant has happened... and that significant thing happened BECAUSE...."
That 'because' is your main background information that should be revealed slowly throughout the story. In WDAU's case, we only have a few pieces of the puzzle. We know Greg's side. He know Earl's side. But there are still little bits and pieces missing! And they're all important for finding out WHY Steven ended up an orphan and WHY he is being followed by White Pearl (Earl) at the very start of the comic!
3.Tell me what the coolest and most interesting things to happen would be....and then write them!
I think this may be something that's rarely said out loud, but I will speak on the behalf of the people...
We should write the scenes we want to read. If you don't want to read the scene you're writing, then DON'T write it!
If you feel like you "have to" do a page and a half of 'lore' because you think it's traditional to have that 'explanation' about the location of your story, or the history of the species or whatever, you're simply wrong. There are other ways to reveal information aside from just forced paragraphs upon paragraphs of information that would make an SAT Reading Section sweat.
Instead, I recommend that you find the most exciting or hilarious way for the characters to discover the most important bits of info. Find a dramatic twist. Shove it into the narrative. Then, figure out what needs to happen to get there.
Ultimately, though, remember this: When you're taking advice from me or from others, don't forget to take advice from yourself, too! It's your story, after all. You know it best, and only YOU can figure out how to get it written.
I hope that helps at least a little bit! Writing it never easy, but it should still be enjoyable!
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Melting
wednesday addams x fem!reader — 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
summary: you went trick or treating with your girlfriend.
warnings/themes: fluff, soft!wednesday (ooc eheh), halloween, trick-or-treating, making out
words: 1.8k
'Tis the witching season!
The whole neighborhood is in a festive mood, with ghouls and ghosts lurking around, kids dressed up as their favorite or the scariest characters.
Now, there's someone who couldn't care less about all the hoopla.
You know Wednesday doesn't like to be all sunshine and rainbows, but secretly, you've always wished she would let her guard down and have some fun.
“It's overrated,” she scoffs. But if there's one thing that can sway her, it's you.
The nostalgia. You missed those carefree days when your only worry was scoring as much candy as possible in one night. And now you have the perfect opportunity to go back to your child self and relive those memories.
“Pleeeeeeaaaaase Wednesday,” you whine, dropping to your knees and clasping your hands in front of her.
She doesn't bat an eye. She just continues to write, her fingers moving across the typewriter.
“Please baby, please love, please,” you try again, pulling out all the stops—cute silly nicknames, puppy dog eyes that you know she secretly adores. “It'll be super fun.”
Finally, she stops writing. She lifts her head and turns to face you. She pauses for a long moment, considering your plea. “Fine. But only on one condition,” she starts. “I know it's important to you—so I'll indulge your request. This is just a one-time thing. We won't be making this a habit.”
“Just... once?”
“Just once,” she repeats.
You think for a moment. “...okay.” You nod. “But I'll choose the costume.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Fine, no funny business. Let's make this quick and clean, understood?”
“Understood.” You grinned.
—
“Hey there, Mario!” you exclaim with an exaggerated Italian accent while waving your hands around, trying to mimic how he does it. “It's-a-me, Luigi, your lovable sidekick!”
“It's-a-me, Luigi? I don't know which I hate more—my ridiculous costume or your ridiculous sense of humor.”
Her eyes narrowed as she looked down at the garish plumber's costume she was forced to wear. She even had to wear a fake mustache. “I can't believe I let you convince me to wear this ridiculous costume.”
You shrugged nonchalantly, ignoring the daggers she was sending your way. “Don't worry, no one will recognize you as Wednesday with this get-up.” You winked, but she was having none of it. “Besides, this is just a 'one-time' thing, right?”
She groaned inwardly. “Just make sure you carry this, you have a stronger arm.” With a huff, she hands you the pumpkin. “After all, you're the one who suggested this fiasco, so the least you could do is carry the stupid thing.”
Her hand snaked around your wrist, her grip was so tight you could feel it even through your gloves.
You both made your way to Jericho, the streets were alive with kids in crazy costumes running around, laughing and shouting as they made their way to different houses. The streets are lined with jack-o'-lanterns and spider webs.
Suddenly, you spot a house that looks amazing. There are a few children waiting outside, excitedly chattering as they anticipate a chance to fill their buckets with candy.
“Let's try that one,” you say, pointing to the house. “They look like they're giving out some good treats.”
Wednesday just nods and crosses her arms, not seeming interested in going with you to get candies. “I'll just stay here,” she insists.
“Are you sure?” you ask, pausing to look at her for a moment.
She simply nods, waiting for you to get your candies. You give her a quick smile and head towards the house.
You ring the doorbell and wait for someone to answer. A woman with a warm smile opens the door.
“Trick or treat!” you say, holding your pumpkin out.
However, the woman looks at you with disdain. “Aren't you a little too old for this?”
The smile slips from your face as you realize what she means. But before you can say anything else, she closes the door in your face. You stand there, stunned, staring at the closed door.
That was rude.
You returned to Wednesday, your shoulders slumping as you held up your empty pumpkin.
She looks at you with an eyebrow raised, as if to ask what happened.
You scratch the back of your neck and frown. She could almost see the smoke coming out of your ears. “She... she said I was too old for this.”
You can tell she's angry at the way you were treated, and you secretly hope she doesn't plan on getting back at the woman for her rudeness. She can't believe the audacity of that woman, as if there's an age limit for having fun.
Still, you don't let the incident put a damper on the rest of your night.
“It's fine, there's still a lot of houses we can try again,” you say, grabbing her arms and looking around for another house to approach.
But people keep telling you that you're too old for Halloween and refuse to give you candy.
Wednesday senses your disappointment and starts coming up with elaborate plans to avenge the people who have denied you treats. She seems determined to make them pay for their deeds, yet you keep trying to convince her to just move on and keep searching for sweets.
Just as you were about to give up, you came across a house with the porch light off, but you could hear giggling coming from inside.
This time, Wednesday joins you in trick-or-treating.
Together, you knock on the door and a person in a ghost costume stands in the doorway, holding a bowl of candy.
“Trick or treat,” you say, holding out your pumpkin for a sweet.
Wednesday's stare serves as a warning to the person not to disappoint you or suffer the consequences.
The man hesitates before finally grabbing a handful of candy from the bowl and thrusting it into your pumpkin, his hands shaking with fear.
You thank them, and Wednesday gives you a smile as you walk away. “See? Things aren't so bad after all.”
Wednesday rolls her eyes. “Let's just keep going,” she says, before pushing you forward towards the next house.
—
You were walking back from trick-or-treating, your pumpkin filled to the brim with sweets and goodies.
“Let's go back,” Wednesday mumbled as she walked alongside you, still holding onto your hand. Her hand slipped into your biceps, yet she hardly even noticed.
You nod, prepared to return home. However, before you can leave, you hear a voice from behind you.
“Wednesday Addams?!” the boy says in shock, recognizing her beneath the Mario costume.
“Oh, for Christ's sake,” Wednesday muttered under her breath. She couldn't believe someone had recognized her in her stupid, ridiculous Mario costume. She could swear in her life that she's never felt so stupid.
You turned to see a boy dressed in a brightly colored insect costume, his antennae bobbing as he waved at both of you. “Hey Eugene!”
Wednesday narrows her eyes. “What are you doing here, Eugene?”
“I came to get some candy!” He replied eagerly, his eyes sparkling, but then his eyes widened. “Wait... is that really you... Wednesday?” he asks, taking a step forward.
Wednesday clenches her jaw and you stifle a laugh, amused by her reaction. You offer Eugene some candy from your pumpkin, and he excitedly accepts it, thanking you.
“Eugene, can you take a picture of us?” you request, handing him your phone.
Wednesday snapped her head in your direction, her eyebrows furrowed as she glared at you. She's just about lost it. She swore in her mind that she would never take a picture wearing this ridiculous costume.
You flung your arm around her and gave a peace sign as Eugene held up your phone. You chuckle and give Wednesday's waist a reassuring squeeze.
“Three, two...”
Wednesday knows she will be miserable. But she looked at your smile and realized that, despite her aversion to the costume, she didn't want to ruin your fun. So she reluctantly struck a peace sign, hoping that no one would recognize her under that ridiculous mustache.
“One!” the flash flickers, and the photo is captured.
She couldn't deny the warmth in her chest as she watched the picture saved to your phone.
—
You realized that your feet were starting to feel tired after walking so much. Eager to rest your tired legs, the two of you made your way over to a nearby bench, tucked away amidst the shadows of the trees.
Wednesday is now holding the pumpkin-shaped basket full of sweets while you gaze up at the stars in the sky. She eventually pulled out one of the candies and popped it into her mouth.
“Taste good?” You turn to look at her.
“Tastes like poison,” she teases before popping it into her mouth.
You can't help but stare at her lips. Why did her lips look like they were begging to be kissed?
“Do you want one?” Wednesday asks, seemingly reading your thoughts.
You were almost too stunned to speak, but a soft “yes” managed to escape your lips.
Small smile formed on her lips, as though she knew exactly what she was doing. She offered the candy before you swallowed it whole, savoring the sweetness on your tongue.
A glance at her lips and then back at her eyes told her everything she needed to know.
Before you knew it, Wednesday had leaned in to share the sweet with you, her lips soft and supple on yours, the taste of candy still lingering on your tongue.
When you finally pulled away, you were left weak in the knees and breathless.
Wednesday's lips part slightly, her breath brushing against your cheek. You lean in again, but she stops you with a gentle hand on your chest.
“One condition,” she whispers.
Your eyebrows knit together in confusion.
“I get to choose the costume next year.”
“We're going to trick or treat again next year?” you ask, grinning. “Fine,” you concede, “your choice of costume next year then.”
With Wednesday's permission granted, you lean in for another kiss, this time lingering even longer than before. Your lips lock together in a sensual dance.
But you pull away, teasing her. “Wait.”
“What now?”
“Well, I was thinking we could dress up as Remy and his human companion, Alfredo from Ratatouille.”
Wednesday's eyes narrow, clearly annoyed at your choice.
“Okay, I admit, that was a terrible idea, but what about SpongeBob and Patrick? or I can go as Squidward, and we can be rivals instead,” you suggest, desperate to find a costume she'll actually like.
She rolls her eyes, but you could already see the corner of her lips twitching up into a small smile. “You did not just suggest that.”
“Oh yes I did.”
“I'm not dressing up as a rat with a chef's hat next year, that's for sure. And you're not going to make me dress up as a sponge either.”
You smirk. “Maybe not, but I'll still find a way to make you dress up as something ridi—”
Before you finish your sentence, Wednesday's lips are on yours once more, drowning out your words. Her fingers glide down your jaw as she draws you in closer.
“That's it,” she whispers between kisses. “You're stuck with me now.”
And you wouldn't want it any other way.
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I used to think that the reason I wasn't satisfied with Izzy's death was because I was too attached to his perspective as a character and couldn't focus on the big picture of the season and the main Gentlebeard relationship enough. I mean, I was still convinced that his death and the way it was carried out was a shit writing decision, but everyone else outside the Izzy Canyon circles seemed fine with it, so I was starting to think that maybe they were right.
So I looked back on the rest of the season and rewatched the finale... And realised something that I'd been trying to ignore because it was too painful to admit. A huge part of why Izzy's death hit so hard (in a bad way, not that delicious masochistic pain of having a beloved character die a good, narratively satisfying death) was because throughout this season he was the only character who actually had a satisfying arc and development. Practically no one else did. I didn't actually care for Gentlebeard this season, not the way I cared in S1. From episode 1 to 8 and a half, Izzy's arc was crafted with more care, kindness, subtlety and narrative weight than the main Gentlebeard arc which, in comparison, felt like a string of choppy beads badly tied together in an approximate shape of an arc, but collapsed as soon as you looked at it too closely.
Yes, we all know this season suffered for being 2 episodes too short, but I don't think that's all there is to it. This is starting to feel like GoT season 8 all over again. Would it have been better if it wasn't so rushed? Maybe. Or maybe it would have been even worse because this season just didn't seem to know what to do with itself or the characters. The themes and symbolism are all over the place and completely inconsistent. Ed and Stede's characters are practically back at the same place they left in S1. All they did was bounce off the walls back and forth with no real growth. As soon as they took a step towards fixing their relationship or growing as people, they either tool three steps back or it just got dropped. Stede letting fame get to his head? Interesting and realistic development. And how was it resolved? It wasn't. Stede and Ed being whim prone? I'm glad they brought it up. And then they just fell for another whim and it was presented as a satisfying ending.
Ed went from the Kraken, to taking the first steps towards being Ed, then suddenly all the way to being Ed by way of a Night of Magical Healing Sex that he he didn't actually want to happen because he wasn't ready. And then all of a sudden he pivoted to abandoning Stede and piracy and becoming a fisherman... for 5 min. And then back to Blackbeard again because two fishermen were mean to him for 5 minutes. And then abandoning it again to open an inn. How was any of this even remotely coherent or satisfying? They didn't even have a single conversation about any of it. Ed had more proper closure and communication with Izzy during his dying scene than with Stede and the rest of the crew put together. Izzy's arc got sacrificed to do the heavy lifting for Ed's arc and became nothing more than a shortcut to speed run his character growth. Except it didn't even lead anywhere. "Ed, they're your family, they love you" no they don't, he didn't even have a single positive conversation with any of them except Fang. Of course this could have been the point, and Ed could have seen Izzy's death, his own discovery of found family and his dying words as a pretext to repair his relationship with the crew. But he just left them and stayed with Stede instead.
Sure, you could say this was only the second act of the story, and S3 will resolve everything. But the second act is still meant to move the story and the characters forward in some way. Yes, of course if we get S3, I imagine Stede and Ed's life as innkeepers won't exactly be idyllic. But the problem is that the conflicts they'd have will only be a rehash and repeat of the same conflicts they've already have, or were supposed to have, this season. Multiple times, even. We already know that Ed is simply unable to live with himself no matter what life he chooses. The title of S1 was literally "wherever you go, there you are". We already know Stede's love isn't enough to fix him. We already know their goals in life are completely opposite. Maybe they could have shown Stede realising, after his humiliating in S7, that piracy wasn't all it was cracked up to be or he isn't suited for it, and that's why he chose to leave it behind and open an inn, but that's not the explanation we were given. It was just another whim. They literally didn't learn anything this season. They had two baby conversations in E4 and E5 and didn't take anything from it, just kept doing the complete opposite of anything. "We're both prone to whims, let's take things slow" became "let's take things extremely fast by moving in together permanently and becoming entrepreneurs". They never talked about the actual, deepseated, longstanding trauma issues they needed to resolve before they could even begin to have a proper relationship. They literally got a heavy-handed glimpse in what their life would become if they just stuck together without addressing their own personal issues, and chose to do that very thing. It that's what S3 is going to address, then why were Anne and Mary part of this season instead of the next one?
I remember everyone saying they wanted Ed and Stede to reunite as quickly as possible in S2, and I get why. They have great chemistry together. The season is about them. But for it to work, spending more time apart is exactly what they needed. They needed to learn how to live with themselves and others, first. Romantic love alone can't fix you as a person. You have to fix yourself first. Community can help (as with Izzy's case), but you still have to put in the work. In retrospect, I'm glad that Izzy didn't get a love interest this season - because he wasn't ready yet, and had to learn how to have normal relationships and friendships with other people before attempting an intimate romantic relationship, lest he ended up falling head first unit another toxic mutually dependent relationship. That's what Stede and Ed should have tried too. Instead the show just ended up using Izzy's death as a quick surgical fix, robbing Ed of his agency and having to do the hard work repairing himself and his relationships with other people. There's a sad irony in getting exactly one character's arc just this, and then using it as a sacrificial lamb to patch over the main character's arc.
#another long rant#I should probably start tagging this accordingly#ofmd critical#I mean I still love the show and always will#I don't want to be associated with unhinged haters or anything#the reason I criticise this season so much these days is precisely because I love the show so much#it deserved better#it had so much good going for it#so much promise and potential#and in the end much of it was wasted#ofmd#our flag means death#izzy hands#ofmd s2#ofmd s2 spoilers
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Another example of Eddie's potential role in Welcome home
First of all: SUPER excited for the Barn Makeship plush!! I gotta save up for it really soon
But second of all: I can't help but point out that even in the advertisement, the theme of Eddie being "unwanted" or only there as the butt of the joke is still present
Now there have been instances (especially after the new update) of Eddie being snubbed/dismissed/isolated, here are a few good posts getting into some specific instances (and what it can mean) and we can see that in the new Makeship video too:
When Howdy is trying to explain how the plush can help "Keep your home safe from even the PESKIEST of UNWANTED guests!", who is the example that he uses here? Eddie.
Pretty harsh words to direct towards somebody just trying to do his job, right? Might even make a fella feel less like a welcomed neighbor than ever...
And as Barnaby is getting into his stand up routine, he mentions how he hadn't seen that many lemons (talking about the Wallys, very cute actually) ever since he had "chased Eddie up the lemon tree!"
Which seems a bit more of a rude thing to do to someone rather than funny. Poor Eddie was probably trying to not get hurt again
Not that the audience is really concerned though- they still readily laugh at it
The only person really tried to somewhat stand up for Eddie was Frank, (which might hint at them being more involved with each other than the others know (heck ye protect ur man)).
But the problem with that is that he's literally being labelled as a "Comedy Sourpuss™️", both here, and probably other instances. So while Frank might be giving a legitimate criticism of it not being funny (likely because it was at Eddie's expense), that itself can be easily be dismissed as him being only that. A Sourpuss that doesn't get Comedy and is just trying to ruin the fun for everyone else
It's certainly tough to say at this stage, but I have a hunch that as the story continues on, we might run into an instance of Frank trying to protect Eddie from this treatment in some way (here's a post I saw that gets into that a lil bit via the gelatin and pea dish symbolism).
However, I think he won't be successful in doing so, as the other neighbors (and on a greater scale - the show and its producers themselves) are just as easily ready to dismiss his arguments as him being "too uptight" rather than that of a legitimate concern, leading them to continue on
And while in usual circumstances it would be relatively fine for a show to have a character purely dedicated to being the butt of the joke, it might not so fun when that character has possibly become AWARE of being just a character for a tv show, because they might soon realize that they were only written/designed/wanted as the butt of the joke for that tv show, and nothing more.
This all to say - Eddie is really going through it right now, and there might not really be a way for anyone to help him out, even if they wanted to.
Who knows how and if he can continue to handle all that?
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(tl:dr - The new Makeship video shows more instances of Eddie being labeled as unwanted/only useful as the butt of the joke, which might be a running theme/future conflict for him as a character in the WH story. If so, it will be difficult for him to escape that predetermined role in the show, which would put him in even more turmoil)
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But anyways, thank you for reading yet another unwarranted, overanalyzing ramble based on like three new lines✨
#welcome home#welcome home arg#welcome home spoilers#eddie dear#frank frankly#howdy pillar#barnaby b beagle#welcome home update#analysis
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BORN TO MAKE HISTORY ─ RIN ITOSHI
synopsis: After his brother takes a nasty fall and calls out before the new season starts, Rin has to step up as your new figure skating partner.
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contents: an ice skating au fic (very much yuri on ice inspired), fem!reader, ice skating terms and irl figures thrown around, inaccurate depictions of figure skating, sfw, rin being awkward, sae is a decent brother in here, characters are in their early-mid 20s, talks about ISU grand prix, mentions of mental health (depression, anxiety, burn out, imposter syndrome), heavy narration, rin centric
word count: 5.1K
a/n: life has been super busy and hectic recently :( kisses to @popponn for beta reading my works as always <3 im forever grateful for you :) more notes towards the end of the fic <3
PREV. RINK | NEXT RINK
“What should we wear?” You’re pacing across the living room, hand tucked under your chin and brows furrowed.
Sae’s leaning to the side on the couch, trying to get a decent view of yesterday’s playback practice run on the rink every time you cross his line of vision. Rin’s also trying to pay attention to the jumps and step sequences too but, whenever his parts are about to come up, you seem to pause in front of the TV.
“I dunno, ask Rin,” Sae shrugs and turns up the volume, hoping that you would catch the hint.
It doesn’t matter though, because you’re shuffling in place and now your attention is honed on your phone, scrolling rapidly through what Rin can only assume are images of various costume designs. He’s seen a few of your professional photos from the previous years during his recent down time, a lot of the designs highlighted your feminine side with bright colors and pastels. It suits you, no surprise there, considering your outgoing personality. Rin, on the other hand, likes to keep it moody and, as his fans would like to call it, “Dark Paradise” core — whatever that means.
Well, it wouldn’t really matter if you did happen to ask for his opinion because, recently, Rin didn’t give two shits about what he wears. If anyone were to peek into his closet, which they would definitely need to fight through him first, they would discover an array of all different shades of black and blue in their deepest forms. Oh, and all he owns is athleisure attire, too. Rin doesn’t bother with all things fancy and tailored ever since going on break, though he has a creeping feeling that he might have to go back to it soon.
“As long as it’s not flashy, I’m fine with whatever.” Rin answers finally, and closes his eyes as he says it, realizing that he’ll either look incredibly out of place with whatever costume idea you’ll have in mind. He can’t quite place why he feels so stressed about it.
“Whatever?” You chirp back with a slight tilt. Rin can almost see the gears turning desperately in your head as your foot taps away in deep thought. “Have we even decided on a theme yet?”
“Considering we literally just started practicing? No.” Rin huffs out. He tips his head, letting his cheek settle comfortably against his palm.
Safe to say, his thighs and feet hurt like hell, laced with heavy exhaustion from yesterday’s session. He probably needs more sleep in more but, with both you and Sae knocking on his bedroom door this morning, he firmly decided in his mind to sneak away after today’s practice to catch up on some hours.
“Your jumps are sloppy,” Sae points out casually.
Rin rolls his eyes. “Thanks for the tip.”
“Anytime,” his brother shoots back before replaying the same damn sequence where Rin nearly loses his footing. The video is now playing in slow motion and zoomed in, painfully reminding Rin that he needs to upgrade his skincare routine. Somehow, he’s glad that you’re still covering half of the TV screen, unaware of the near wipe out scene from behind.
A few seconds later and Sae speaks again. “You look stiff here, bend your knees and loosen your arms.”
Rin sighs. “ ‘Kay…”
“We’re still going for ‘love’, right? Or are we not doing that?” Your arms are crossed, fingers drumming away, still deep in thought and tuned out from their own conversation. “What songs do you wanna skate to?”
Before Rin could even provide a half-assed answer to that, Sae interrupts his thoughts with, “Please try and at least look like you’re having fun.”
“…noted,” Rin decides with a sigh. “I’m going back to bed when this is over.” Screw napping after practice, he barely got a full eight hours last night and being berated so bright and early in the morning killed any sort of energy he had prior.
“Nope,” Sae pauses halfway through the video, turning to face him with a stern look. “You’re not going back to bed, because then you won’t wake up in time for practice. Sleeping in will only ruin your current sleep schedule, too.”
Rin wants to retort that he’s not a fucking child anymore, that he doesn’t need Sae to be looking after him. However, there’s the fact that his brother is sorta his manager now and in charge of quite literally everything of Rin's career. Also, it’s kinda hard to come up with a solid comeback when they’re reviewing his rusty movements, lackluster jumps, and every thirty seconds he’s taking a small break to catch his damn breath.
You eventually plop down in the middle of the couch, between both brothers, when you realize that your question isn’t going to be answered simply. After Sae finally gets the chance to thoroughly watch a good chunk of yesterday’s practice sequence, you switch topics. “Just so you know, Rin, have you seen your comment section lately?”
Sae shuffles in his seat and suddenly Rin feels the air in the room thickening. Rin fiddles with his phone in hand, knowing full well that he did post a ‘comeback’ announcement only to then quickly turn his app notifications off, because… of his feelings of self cautiousness? Would that be the right term he’s looking for?
“What did he do?” Sae’s asking you because he knows damn well Rin wouldn’t give him the full details and you’re just so damn open about everything so Rin can’t possibly hide from this one.
But, instead of answering Sae, you cough, loud and awkward, before shooting Rin an apologetic look. “Um, nothing…?”
Alright, well Rin takes it that you’re a god awful liar.
Sae’s now staring directly in Rin’s direction and he’s trying so hard to avoid eye contact right now by pretending that their family portrait wall is the most interesting thing in the room. Of course, that doesn’t work because he can hear Sae tapping away freely on his phone and—
“Did you fucking block me on Instagram?”
Okay, yeah, Rin totally forgot about that, too. To be fair, when someone is going through a depressive episode for over a year, the last thing anyone would want to see on their feed is the success of their older sibling.
“No?”
And, turns out, he’s also an awful liar.
Sae is not happy. He is very, very unhappy.
He’s not usually the emotionally expressive type to most people, so that usually leaves Rin the luxury of experiencing the back end when his brother does decide to let his walls down. And, well, in the past, when he did get pissed off, Sae would normally vent about his coaches and stalkerish fans with a bit of sass to it, but today?
He’s currently grumbling and groaning and Rin’s pretty sure his shirt is on backwards, and bless your soul, but also fuck you, for dragging him into this mess.
After a very short Google Search of what Rin has done, followed by an equally as short lecture on how to be professional on the internet, Rin is grimley reminded by the large number of likes and retweets on Twitter that his announcement might’ve not been the best thing he’s ever posted. He really can’t understand why though, because Rin was deadset sure he was going to lose his career nearly three years ago when he got into a fight with another skater, so why is he getting canceled for announcing something… tamed? Well, he also hasn’t exactly opened his social media apps since then. A strange gnawing feeling comes up whenever he fights off the urge to check.
“You should’ve held off or at least came to me before posting something like this.”
It’s a miracle that there’s nobody else but you three at the local rink right now. It’s been nearly an hour since arrival and Rin has gotten nothing but an earful from Sae. If any family were to walk in, they’d probably immediately walk out by the sheer amount of heavy tension steaming off on the ice.
You’re stuck in your own little corner doing all sorts of warm up jumps and stretching, glancing over every now and then at Rin as your way of saying ‘sorry’ and ‘are you doing, okay’. To which, Rin would glance back with a very stiff shrug.
“What difference would it make?” Rin’s cheeks are a little flushed and there’s a slight hitch to his breath, he had just completed a couple of routine jumps Sae instructed him to do.
“Plenty,” then Sae flashes Rin a quick glimpse of his phone screen.
An array of outrageous news articles and forums come through, many of them pointing out the strange timing and the internal turmoil of sibling rivalry. There’s a couple of them mentioning drugs, two threads from some third-party news site throwing your name to the mud, and then a short Buzzfeed article listing a slideshow of other skaters congratulating Rin for rejoining the sport again.
“People are speculating that you’re only stepping in because I’m down for this season. If you would’ve just waited until everything was put together then everything would’ve been different.”
Rin blinks a little, surprised by the flush coloring his brother's cheeks that’s most certainly not from the cold rink.
Although, in a way it did make sense. If there’s one thing that famous athletes do know about the media is the fact that news outlets love fabricating drama out of nothing. Sae’s a well known gold medalist, no matter what division that medal came from, so his name came out of people’s mouth as frequently as compared to Yuzuru Hanyu or even Yuuri Katsuki, whenever figure skating was mentioned. It made sense for others to grow suspicious when Rin randomly posted that he’s coming off of hiatus without further explanation. Sae most likely hasn’t told anyone that he’s being subbed in.
Rin hesitantly nods, his snarky response dies in his throat and he feels like he’s swallowing needles when faced with the awkward reality. He’s now reluctant to speak, unsure if anything he’d say would make a difference — for better or worse. Knowing himself, probably the latter.
After a few seconds of silence, followed by a few jumps performed by you in the background, Sae runs a hand through his hair, in what Rin believes is a rare nervous gesture, looking away briefly.
“Revival,” his brother finally blurts out. “That’s the theme. You guys fine with that?” Sae’s asking, but there’s a finality to his tone. Rin and you will have to be fine with it. The season starts in a few months, soon Sae would need to prepare choreography for two programs, consult a designer for custom fittings, and take over all things that a coach and manager would do. Somehow, despite being out for this year, Rin thinks Sae might have the hardest job here.
“No objections here.”
Two months and many hours of exhausting training later, you and Rin are standing in the locker room for the first competition as an official pair. It’s the first day of the Japan Figure Skating Championships and, somehow, you look more put together than he is.
“Think this looks good?” You do a 360 spin in front of the wall mirror in your short program outfit. It’s a simple short black, gray dress with mesh sleeves and small rhinestones running down the middle. According to the designer, it’s supposed to represent the night sky.
Rin stands behind you and adjusts his black vest. Gold and white thread accents throughout his patterned shirt compared with plain black trousers. He’s supposed to adjust his cuffs, but his fingers keep fumbling with the last button because his eyes are awkwardly getting lost in your outfit. Luckily, you’re too focused on yourself to take notice.
You eventually lean closer, repeating the question when he takes too long to answer, and he feels your breath against his shoulder. “Everything alright? Are you nervous for today?” Your voice is a little hesitant, full of concern that makes Rin’s stomach slightly jump to his throat.
“Everything’s fine,” Rin sighs as he manages to shove the last button through. It’s not like he’s going to lose this competition, he might be somewhat rusty but he didn’t qualify for the Grand Prix Final just based on his name alone. “It’s just… a little bit weird that we’re the oldest ones here,” he confesses.
“You’re still hung up about that?”
It’s stupid and maybe a bit irrational, he knows that much.
You’ve also already tried to convince Rin otherwise multiple times today, but he couldn’t shake off the humiliating feeling of entering a competition where your competitors are almost half your age. Okay, maybe Rin’s being dramatic, but at least five years younger. From what he can recall, it was usually the other way around whenever he competed in men’s singles tournaments. Having to see and now experience that is something he never really mentally prepared himself for.
From the moment he stepped into the locker room, Rin was basically towering over the rest of the athletes. It’s fine, kinda, all he really needs to focus on right now is landing all of his jumps and catching you. Sae’s a strict teacher, but he doesn’t force weird techniques on others if he knows they can’t handle it.
“Isn’t he, like, totally washed up right now?”
“Shh, don’t say it so loud, Makoto! He’s right there.”
“Oh, shit, let’s go before he…” Rin didn’t get a chance to hear the rest of the sentence, not with you scooting right beside him on the bench and shoving your right ear bud into his ear.
He’s learned quickly from the following days that you are not the playlist type of person like most people. Unlike normal and sane folks, you have all of your liked songs in one playlist and you like spending your time shuffling away through the vast hundreds of genres and artists until finding the right one. In your own words, if you were to make a playlist then it would easily be over a few dozen — why do that when all of your favorite songs are in one spot?
That being said, you’re currently blasting a Frank Ocean song before shifting through a couple more songs with the intent of finding both the short program and free skate song. Oh, and for some reason you don’t use the search function at all through your liked playlist. Apparently, it “ruins” the fun.
“This would’ve been a nice song to skate to,” the tune switches to something more upbeat and indie, Rin recognizes the band to be Florence and the Machine from the vocals alone. “Sae complained about the song being too long and I called him a lazy loser shortly after.” You say with a smile but Rin’s eyes drift down only to see your leg bobbing up and down rapidly.
Rin tries to pay no mind as he continues to put on his skates. “A six minute long performance would be too much,” he agrees with Sae’s previous answer.
“Hey, tickets to these sorts of things are expensive nowadays with scalpers everywhere!” You try to reason. “If someone’s spending two hundred dollars on a seat then they can sit through a six minute long skating sequence.”
Rin rolls his eyes as he fiddles with a tangled lace. “I didn’t mean the people in the audience, I meant the skaters.”
“Well, maybe we should learn a thing or two from people who do Disney on Ice?”
“I do not want that to be my fall back career, thank you.” A shiver creeps down his spine at the thought of being forced to skate while wearing a Mickey Mouse costume of all things. Seriously, do people clean those suits?
“Hey, are you…” both of your ears perk at the sound from behind. Rin turns around first, he’s immediately greeted by one of the younger male competitors. The boy looks like he’s still growing into his body, probably not any older than seventeen.
“Yeah, I am,” Rin finishes the obvious question. Maybe the kid’s a fan by how bright his face lights up soon after. “Is there something you need?” Sae’s been drilling him to be a little bit more receptive to fellow competitors and fans alike, in order to fix some of his reputation.
“I’ve been looking at your past performances, lately,” the kid starts with a smile. “Last year, during the Grand Prix Final, you did good!”
“Thanks—”
“Your theme was the same as the previous years, but I guess that’s just something you’re comfortable with, right? The falls that you took, it was because your balance was off. You need to work better on finding your center during jumps if you seriously plan on competing in the senior division again.”
Rin only notices the pain digging in his fists when you reach over, palm encasing over his closed ones. You don’t bother looking his way, but you do say something to the kid. It sounds muffled though, or maybe Rin’s somehow zoning out? He’s not sure.
The loss from the Grand Prix is apparently still at the forefront of his mind, no matter how much he tells himself otherwise. People love to pick out that particular part in his performance, acting as if they could pull it off any better. And, for a brief moment, all his past of anger and frustration at the sport suddenly comes rushing back at an overwhelming rate. Rin’s wondering who else wants to criticize him when they meet him again.
“Don’t they teach kids manners these days?” You try to shoot a glare back but, from Rin’s perspective, it just looks like you’re mildly constipated.
It kinda ends up working, because the kid backs off, scurrying away and off to his manager for last minute pep talk. Sae’s currently running late as usual, but it’s not like you two would need any words of encouragement. Rin’s competitive nerves have fizzled out by this point, at least for this event, but he’s now seething with discomfort. He’s certainly positive that you’re feeling the same way.
“I take it back, some of these kids need to be humbled and maybe even bullied.”
Okay, while Rin would agree, he feels like he has to somewhat step up in Sae’s place to make sure you don’t accidentally get kicked out of this competition for sucker punching a kid.
“It’s fine, don’t get too worked up over it. I more or less expected comments like that.”
Rin never expected anything to come easy. Climbing for his spot again in the competitive world can be absolutely ruthless and meeting skaters who are arrogant, condescending, and taunting are just part of the reality. He suspects that everyone else sees him as a washed up skater, never as a real competitor, or a real challenger for the gold medal.
“Still,” you pout, unsatisfied by his logical response, but drop the conversation as Rin tightens his laces. Then, you finally manage to find the song for the short program section after the relentless shuffling.
“It’s fine,” he reassures, and really, it’s kinda-sorta fine. It’s something that he’ll eventually get used to, even if he’s well aware of the heinous rumors floating around. Everything will die down after a week or two since most people can barely hold their attention span nowadays.
“If you’re positive,” you go back to your phone, but not before poking Rin’s sides and redirecting his attention towards the TV screen in the locker room. “Hey, the first pair is competing.”
Pair skating is a lot different from competing in singles. Aside from the obvious involvement of another party, there are more requirements in the short and free skate performances. In the Adult Singles programs, the skater focuses more on their jumps, having a higher emphasis on how many quads they can shove in — or at least that’s how Rin used to work. Quads granted him the majority of the points, it’s something that he can take some pride in compared to his other juniors and seniors.
For pairs, instead of focusing on jumps in the sequences, it’s lifts. There’s two types of lifts, overhead and twists, both are required in the programs. In general, overhead lifts rely on the movement of the person in the air, the control and execution of their rotations around the person carrying them. For twists, the most “exciting” part of the performance by judges’ words, requires an insane amount of coordination and strength since Rin has to propel you into the air by the waist.
Sae had the lovely idea to throw in three overhead lifts, just because he thinks Rin can handle it. Those evening practices at the rink, followed by early morning lifting sessions absolutely killed him, both physically and spiritually. Though, safe to say that he’s just about near his physical peak last year from all the training.
You and Rin both waited patiently in the locker rooms for the first three pair performances, only leaving and heading by the outer rink when you guys queued next. Sae leans against the railing, the brace on his foot now gone and, instead of chunky sneakers, he’s opted back to his expensive loafers. Maybe that’s why he ran late, just in case paparazzi took snapshots of his entire outfit. Go figure.
“I think you guys will have no issue securing gold.” Sae’s voice comes through the haze of Rin’s thoughts, sounding distinctly unimpressed by the current line up. “Even if you guys fumble your lifts, I think the amount of it will carry enough points.”
Erupted cheers soon fill the air and all eyes turn to the rink as the pair’s performance ends. You soon recognize one of the skaters being the teenager from earlier and throw Rin a look.
“We’re going to make sure that he doesn’t get a chance at winning until next year.” You announce, tone casual but eyes flickering something darker than what Rin’s used to.
Sae scoffs and leans against the railing, holding Rin’s Winnie the Pooh tissue box in his arms. “I’m assuming the locker room talk wasn’t all too friendly?”
“Maybe not your usual idea of friendly,” and Rin surges forward, taking your hands into his, when the pair in question struts by and casts both of you a nasty glare. Your grip around his bicep tightens and, while he didn’t care too much about beating a bunch of lukewarm competitors earlier, Rin’s fully certain that he wants nothing more than that gold medal and to clear both of your names from accusations right now.
Piano sounds ring throughout the arena from the speakers, starting with a single word that you’ve both heard countless times during practice. The soft piano notes quickly turn into a somber melody, growing louder with every passing second. The music is beautiful. Haunting, even. Capturing the audience in a trance while Rin prepares you for your first lift.
It’s strange, he thinks. While he’s gotten used to handling you, this is different from every other time. During practices, you’re always carefree and cheerful but, out here, surrounded by cameras and opinions of others that don’t weigh a thing, you’re focused and extremely precise in your form.
Rin thought he knew your routine. Clearly, he’s mistaken.
You skate with conviction, confidence, and accuracy. He can understand why you were originally Sae’s skating partner.
Once you’ve landed back on the ice, keeping up with Rin’s speed, the two of you follow the song’s beat with a smooth series of spins and jumps, each one rotating faster and faster until it feels like the mere audience is just a blurry backdrop in the foreground.
The final lift jump transitions easily into a simple step sequence before finally ending in a death spiral. Rin has a firm grip on your hand as you begin flattening your body low enough, face barely grazing the ice below, as he pivots you around in lull circles.
Judging from the sounds from the audience, Rin didn’t need to stay around to know the results of the performance. The roars, chants, and the standing ovation from them is enough to make out the outcome but, for your sake, he’ll stick it through.
You both glide through the last few seconds of the short program, focusing on nothing but the music and remaining movements. Finally, the music notes fade out and the two of you come to a rest in the middle of the rink, the final position has Rin tipping your body backwards with your arms wrapped loosely around his neck, as if you both were reaching for something just out of your grasp.
Thunderous roars ring in his flushed ears and you’re shooting him a look, eyes glassy and lips parting, possibly saying some sort of praise, but Rin can’t seem to focus. He’s too lost in thought, too distracted by the tenderness of the performance, the flashing lights, the way your chest is heaving in rapid waves, and didn’t realize he had been holding in his breath until you pulled him into a tight embrace.
Everything is just about perfect. Every jump, lift, and spin. He can already imagine the gold medal around his neck, and the thought of winning gold at the Grand Prix only makes the rest of his blood course through his veins faster.
Being a professional athlete again is… exhausting.
Rin spends the following day in back to back conferences and being introduced to people. Most of them end up being unremarkable and forgettable. A couple of them are rude and eccentric, with one guy in particular honing down Rin in a corner and bombarding him with questions both surrounding his performance last year and his personal life. You and Sae had to step in to diffuse the situation before Rin blew a hole in his career again.
By the end of the night, Rin debates whether he should switch careers because this shit is absolutely not for him. It’s no surprise to anyone that Rin hates being around people and this night he’s probably escaped to the restroom maybe about five times to catch a breather. And, while Rin is not the type to exactly care about his image, he absolutely does a full body inspection in the full body mirror every time before he steps back out. Each time he revisits a new wrinkle line forms.
And his brother hasn’t told him when it’ll be over.
Rin’s hands twitch after another self-proclaimed journalist finishes up a half-ass interview about his latest goals for this year. He pulls out his phone when they suggest giving out their contact information and Rin just zones out, tapping away gibberish in his notes app and nodding until they finally went away.
He feels like he’s going to vomit and pass out if this goes on any longer.
“You look like you’re about to freak out,” and of course, you have the decency to point that out as he’s made the fruit salad section his little hideaway spot. Turns out people really dislike any sort of fruit dishes at these fancy events.
“I’m not,” Rin muffles back, mouth stuffed with various chunks of honeydew and grapes. Even if it is true, he’ll never admit it, but it also does suck that he's stupidly easy to read. “The food just sucks here, that’s all.” The fruit isn’t that bad. Maybe just the strawberries.
“Whatever you say, partner,” you roll your eyes playfully, almost giggling at the nickname before taking a sip from the glass of champagne in your hands. “If you want, we can sneak out of here and explore the city.” It’s a suggestion but, from the way you’re smiling, Rin picks up that he can’t wiggle his way out of it.
But he tries anyway.
“Do you even know your way around?” He sounds vaguely concerned.
Sure, it’s been approximately two months since you’ve crashed and turned his life a complete 180, but you’re still new to the area and very much new to the country. Rin’s heard you picked up basic phrases from his brother to get around but it’s still nearly not enough to go and explore, especially late at night. And, rightfully so, he doesn’t plan on babysitting while you waltz around half tipsy off your mind after winning first place.
You fake a wound over your chest and gasp, hiccuping soon after. “I have maps on my phone! I already pinned and favorited a bunch of cute stores we can check out.”
Rin doesn’t know why you even bother throwing him into the equation considering it’ll clearly be stores you’ll like.
“And where exactly do you think you’re going?” Sae’s sauntering over, a half empty glass of wine in hand, and his movement is a little sluggish, but he’s probably the only few sobered up person in the room aside from Rin.
“Out,” you reply with a casual shrug, as if Sae’s supposed to be satisfied with the answer.
“Out...” Sae echos before flickering his sudden sharp gaze over to Rin. He feels himself straightening up before he realizes. “You guys still have to make your statements to the press, you know that, right?”
“Can’t we do it after we get back?” You quickly dismiss Sae’s annoyed scrunch with a quick waft of a hand.
Rin really doesn’t want to stand in front of a bunch of drunken and overly zealous journalists right now if he doesn’t have to. The idea of visiting a few late night street vendors might just be his highlight for today.
“Hey,” Sae’s agitated voice snaps him out of his daze. “Are you seriously going out?”
Instead of providing his brother a proper answer, Rin takes a hold of your hands and throws his jacket over your bare shoulders. You were complaining earlier about losing yours, and the last thing he wants is a drunk and cold skating partner in the middle of the streets of Nagano.
2024 — NAGANO: JAPAN FIGURE SKATING CHAMPIONSHIPS
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[niCOnii] - 10 hours ago
All these rin haters from earlier can eat my socks because i knew he would comeback!!! his partner ain’t half bad either tbh
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[klnen2003] - 9 hours ago
GO TO THE VIDEO AT 4:45 and see how Rin looks at Y/N!!! There’s definitely something there, right???
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[YOICHISAGI OFFICIAL] - 9 hours ago
Can’t wait to see Rin Itoshi and Y/N L/N compete at the Grand Prix this year!! Let’s catch up sometime!
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[jiroMark8734] - 8 hours ago
I dunno… isn’t it weird how they swept everyone else tho? Can’t tell me that they’re both not taking anything lmao
[my_skates_my_life] - 7 hours ago
Congrats to everyone for winning!! And thank you so much for posting this. LOVE FROM ARGENTINA!!
[merhaba234] - 7 hours ago
Rin’s always doing the same level type program both in technique and artistic. It’s refreshing to see something new!
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a/n: im crawling on the ground,,, if anyone knows me: i love making rin suffer but please know its in a loving way. is his brother hotter? yeah. but does his brother have a sad backstory? yeah probably. either way, i love working w men with sibling complexes and his whole design basically oozes with melodrama. rin!!! you are gonna be in it for a surprise next chapter!! also apologies for the late update everyone hehe i dont have a set schedule for everything ;-; and my mind runs either at 500 miles an hour or 0 miles. as of late, life has gotten in the way of things and maybe i do need to stick with some sort of plan to make myself ... less stressed when creating content :> anyways, i love you guys!!
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YANDERE! ACTOR OC x IDOL! READER x YANDERE! FAN OC
— inspired by oshi no ko & lana del ray’s pretty when you cry. ff: did you know i was gonna have my usernames in social medias be “akumarine” which mixes my two fixations att (oshi no ko & iruma)? no? well now you do!
tw/cw: yandere themes; mentions of seggs and substances but no smut. mentions of non-con. reader is a cold-hearted bastard. substance use. character death. murder. reader gets called pretty (but that’s a gn term so fite me). necrophillia.
this was inspired by uh… one of gen’s stories. let’s say. and mr. devil’s stoner reader.
MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI
“I’ll wait for you babe, that’s all I do, babe.”
GENIUSES WERE BORN, NOT CREATED
That was the mindset Kahliel had. Some people were literally and figuratively born different. Only a select few were able to gaze into the intricacies of their craft and tune it to heights others could only imagine.
You were one such genius. It only took one gaze to understand that. You saw the set in ways even he didn’t account. The lighting, the blocking, and the subtle body language, the angles of which you thrived in. He only heard of your amazing work as an idol, how you manage to look entrancing in every shot and moment, how you are able to mesmerize even those that swore they hated you.
But genius, true geniuses also have one other trait Kahliel recognized. It was their heartless nature.
You two met on set years ago as young adults. It was one of his earlier works as the main actor. Not a film, but a musical. Even then he could see the void in your eyes. Your cold demeanor repelled the people around you. He could have never expected that kind of performance from a person who seemed to hate even the regular ground they walked on, much more the stage.
That musical launched him to stardom and led to you two having sex for the first time.
“All those special times I spent with you, my love. They don’t mean shit compared to all your drugsz”
It was embarrassing really. Kahliel had no time and therefore no prior experience on such things. But you just looked so pretty underneath the blue dim lighting of the club the afterparty was held in. A drink, maybe a couple of weed later and you found yourselfs in a dingy motel’s bedroom. Entangled in eachother’s bodies, the scent of sex, sweat and the strongest of all — puke wafting through the air.
He couldn’t believe it. He admired you for quite a bit. Sure you are stoic, standoffish. But there were times you’d defend him from other people on set. You weren’t cruel and unfair.
At least, he thought you were.
Kahliel was proud of his performance as an actor. So, as you left him that night. Without so much as a farewell. He does not cry.
He does not weep.
Even as his heart was shattering.
HE MEETS YOU AGAIN ON MUSIC VIDEO SET. YOUR MUSIC VIDEO’S SET.
And it took him everything not to run up to you. He had not heard about you at all after the musical. Too focused with his own career and distraught by the way you treated him and left, he threw himself into acting, partying, fucking other actors and actresses — heck even randos or fans who’d take his money and shut up about it. It was only by destiny’s design that you two cross paths again.
“[Y/N]?”
“Yes?”
Indifference. The same look you gave him way back then. Like he was just dirt underneath your shoe. You probably don’t even remember that you’ve slept with him once before. Much less the kindness you spared when everyone else looked down at him. The very reason he entrusted his virginity to you.
But then, there was also something else. Your eyes were blood-shot. Your countenance, despite being as heavenly as he remembered, showed signs of deterioration.
You were high.
“No, I just wanted to give you these. As a token of acting together once again.” He said as he presented a large bouquet of spider-lilies, practically blinding you with its reds.
“Thank you. Leave them over there.” You pointed to a corner with a grateful smile.
Later on, he saw you throwing his gift in the trash. Not a hint of emotion on your face.
“But I don’t really mind, I’ve got much more than that.”
Viné was a fan of yours from the very beginning. Under the pseudonym Grapevine, he’d post regular updates. Essentially he stalked you for a living. He had a day job of course. But his true passions lied with watching you on the daily
You’ve gotten sloppy lately. You almost never check your gifts from him. Accepting them eagerly. Not a care in the world if they were bugged or with a tracker.
He used to think that it was terrible how you got into substances. Worried how it’d impact your health and performance on stage and screen. But now, now he reveled in it.
Viné already knew where you lived of course. But there were times where you’d move all of sudden or where he wasn’t free to check on you.
Now, his hands trembled in ecstasy as he watched you in your room.
But you were with someone else.
Viné didn’t care for much aside from what you starred in, and even in those songs or films all he could focus on was you.
So who was this man standing in your room as you were drugged out? Pushing you unto your bed with a grin so wide it hurt just to look at it.
Viné stared as this man defiled you. He watched as he saw him squeezed you tight, smothering his filthy lips all over your body.
You . . .
You were betraying him.
How could you do this to him? He supported you all this this time but this is how he gets repaid? A free show to watching his god be with someone else?
He does not watch the rest of the live-show. Utterly disgusted by your behavior and cheating.
He quickly made his way through the mess and trash strewn all over his house and grabbed a dull knife from the kitchen. He sets off into the night.
He had to teach you a lesson.
The two men, despite your arms going limp, continued their actions. Unaware that you had choked on your own vomit a while ago.
A smile was etched on your face, pretty as it always was.
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ARCANE season 2 is just one year away!
We finally have a confirmed date for Arcane season 2: November of 2024, just one year away. Riot posted this striking stylized rendering of Jinx simply walking away from camera while some music plays. It is barely more than a teaser trailer, and it would be completely absurd to try and divine meaning or predictions about the show from it.
So that's what I'm gonna do!
The teaser is accompanied by the musical theme of The Bridge, which Powder sings in the first scene of the show as she and Vi are crossing this very same bridge in the aftermath of a pitched battle, finding their parents among the dead. It is Jinx's foundational trauma, and the crossing of the bridge is a repeated motif in the first season of Arcane, representing the divide between the cities, between characters, between ideologies.
And so in this teaser Jinx is crossing the bridge again, in the aftermath of having lost her third father, blaming Piltover not inaccurately for all her suffering. If this is the tone-setter for the show, then, it seems Season 2 of Arcane will be grounded in Jinx's war on Piltover, her attempt to do what Vander couldn't with his riot and what Silco couldn't with his political manipulation.
Dear friend across the river
My hands are cold and bare
Dear friend across the river
I'll take what you can spare
To expand a little bit beyond what I can do in a 60 second short - it is of course an obvious conclusion that Season 2 of Arcane would feature Jinx's vengeance against Piltover (there is only so much you can try and predict from a 15 second teaser), but I wonder about the structure that this will take. Will Jinx's vengeance be a feature, a concurrent storyline running alongside all the other storylines, or will it be the central axis that everything else is orbiting?
In Season 1 the show was very much structured around a handful of storylines all converging into the same, single, tragic end-point - for most of the narrative, characters like Jayce and Vi were not even consciously aware of one another, even as their actions had impact on one another. By the end of Season 1, the characters are much more closely acquainted and connected with one another, and maybe that requires a change in structure. Perhaps, rather than a handful of narratives all converging together towards one central tragedy, we get a series of stories exploding out from one central starting point?
Because I could absolutely see Jinx and her war being the anchor-point that everyone else is reacting to. Vi's primary quest is to stop her, so is Caitlyn's. The Council will want bloody revenge, Noxus is going to sense weakness and take advantage of a civil war, the Chembarons will be fighting among themselves to take Silco's place...
It's only really Viktor and Singed whose storylines I could see maintaining some degree of separation from Jinx's vengeance... but then, I do operate on the assumption that Hextech will be used to build weapons of war and that that will be the final breaking point between Jayce and Viktor - I don't think Viktor's moral compass would allow his invention to be turned on the undercity in this way, the very people he most wanted to help and protect.
In this way, I have a feeling he'll enter the war essentially on Jinx's "side," building augmentations and applying Singed's nihilistic philosophy of science to build something to defend the undercity which Jayce, in turn, will find too horrible to contemplate or forgive.
Also who the fuck knows what Vander/Warwick is going to be doing? Is the connection between Singed and Orianna going to... like is Ori going to turn up? I would like Ori to turn up.
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I was rethinking the bookshop meta I wrote a while ago and realized I was not thinking big enough.
The bookshop has always been Aziraphale's version of Crowley's plants (his trauma reenactment), but also, absolutely everything Aziraphale does in Season 2 is a re-creation of Heaven's role. Crowley's behavior also encompasses everything, not just his plants.
I've seen it suggested that centering Aziraphale and Crowley's trauma histories is reducing their characters to behaving like just reactive victims instead of survivors with agency. Or worse, it's "excusing bad behavior." I don't agree with either of these, because I feel that part of Good Omens is about how large, powerful systems affect individuals, and so the context of every character's decisions matters a lot to the overall themes of the story. Everyone starts out working within a system they believe to reflect reality and then has to learn how to break free of it. You cannot really illustrate that without having the characters start out being genuinely trapped with different ways of coping with their reality.
This is an attempt at a pretty big-picture meta. Although it isn't a plot prediction, it's how I think some of the series' themes are going to progress. It starts out perhaps a little grim, but in the long run, it's how Aziraphale's character growth and relationship with Crowley can simultaneously be massive for them as individuals, a crucial part of the overarching narrative message of the series, and symbolic of a change in all of Heaven and Hell, all while allowing the themes to continue to prioritize human free will.
In short, it's about Aziraphale's problems, but it's also meant to be an Aziraphale love post.
All of the below exists in tandem with Good Omens as a comedy of errors. Just because there are heavy ideas does not mean they will not also be funny. Look back on how much of Season 2 seemed silly until we started to pick it apart! One of the amazing things about Good Omens is how it manages to do both silly and serious at once! (I feel like that's maybe a little Terry Pratchett DNA showing through. "Laughter can get through the keyhole while seriousness is still hammering on the door," as Terry himself said.)
Aziraphale has really embraced his connection to Crowley in Season 2, and he has also become considerably more assertive toward Heaven and Hell. These are both major growth points compared to the beginning of Season 1.
However, again, we have the concept of growing pains...Aziraphale is starting to re-create Heaven's role in his relationship with Crowley and humanity. It's really obvious with the Gabriel argument and the I Was Wrong Dance, but I think we see it all over the place: he seems to feel any serious dissent is a betrayal. He also seems to assume there's a dominance hierarchy and he, of course, is on top. Now that he's decided to take control of his own future, then surely that does mean he's the one in control, right?
With all that said, he still seems to have trouble being direct about the feelings that make him most vulnerable. He manipulates people and engineers situations in which he can try to get his emotional needs met rather than saying things outright (case in point: the Ball).
Like I pointed out in the bookshop meta: subconsciously, he's playing the role of God, modified with what God would be if She were everything he wants Her to be. He's generous, almost infinitely sweet, always does what's best for people...or, at least, what he believes is best for people. During the Ball, Aziraphale influences the people around him to be comfortable and happy even when they're not supposed to be, and he limits their ability to talk about things he thinks are too rude or improper for happy, formal occasions.
Doesn't this pattern sort of make sense for an angel who's just discovering free will? Like, at the end of Season 1, he made an enormous choice to stand against Heaven and realized he could survive it. Now he's gone a bit overboard with exerting his own will. Unfortunately, while he's learned to question upper management, he's still operating on a fundamental framework of the universe where there have to be two sides and there has to be a hierarchy. Also, since Aziraphale is on the Good side, he of course has to gear his desires into what's Good rather than just what he wants, so he sometimes thinks he's doing things for others when really he's doing things for himself. (For example, matchmaking Maggie and Nina started out as something he wanted to use to lie to Heaven, but by the time he was commenting "Maggie and Nina are counting on me," he seemed sincere, like he had genuinely convinced himself this was for them and not for himself.)
Aziraphale knows Heaven interferes in human affairs, ostensibly on God's behalf. He thinks She should be intervening in ways that are beneficial. What I believe the narrative wants him to learn is that God and Heaven shouldn't be manipulating people at all, not even for Good, and in fact there is no real meaningful hierarchy.
Anyway, a top-down, totally unquestioned hierarchy is the primary social relationship Aziraphale has known, and it's certainly been the dominant one for most of his existence: you're either the boss or the underling, and if someone seriously questions you, they don't have faith in you - they don't respect you.
No, his relationship with Crowley has not always been like that, but they've been creating their relationship from whole cloth, so how would he know it shouldn't become that way, now that it's "real" and out in the open?
No, human relationships aren't like that, but Aziraphale clearly does not see himself or Crowley as human. As the relationship approached something that seemed like it must be "legitimate," Aziraphale would naturally look for a framework to fit it to. And again, the only one he has is the shape of "intimacy," or what passes for it, in Heaven. What has "trust" always meant in all his "legitimate" relationships? It has always meant unquestioning obedience, of course. What have the warm fuzzies felt like in Heaven? Well, praise from the angels above him is nice, so that must be it, right?
Aziraphale even describes being in love as "what humans do," separating out that relationship style. Someday, I think he'll realize he favors the shape of love on Earth, something that's more inherently equal, more give-and-take. Look at how he idealizes it from afar at the Ball. But I think that, like Crowley before Nina pointed it out, Aziraphale maybe hasn't 100% grokked that it can and in fact should work that way for him and Crowley, too. Just like people can desperately want to dance without knowing how to dance, or can desperately want to speak a language without knowing the language, Aziraphale does not instinctively know how to have the kind of relationship where he can be truly vulnerable and handle Crowley's vulnerability as well.
Aziraphale is downright obsessed with French, known as the "language of love." He's trying to learn it the Earthly way. He's not very good at it, but he wants to be.
This pattern is still present during the Final Fifteen even if we assume Aziraphale is asking Crowley to become an angel again out of fear (and I find it very hard to believe that fear doesn't factor in at all). He's still building his interactions off of that Heaven-like framework: he asks Crowley to trust him blindly, he tries to assume a leadership role with a plan Crowley never agreed to and couldn't follow anyway, and he tries very hard not to leave room for an ounce of doubt. He also suggests making Crowley his second-in-command and obviously does not register that this could possibly be offensive. Again, I think this is because for Aziraphale, there has always been a hierarchy in Heaven, it's started to transfer to his relationship with Crowley, and breaking out of that assumption about relationships is going to take more processing than a single argument can do.
As I mentioned in another post, I don't believe Aziraphale had a real choice about whether he accepted the Supreme Archangel position. I think he could sense that he was not getting out of it and chose to look on the bright side, to see it as an opportunity. And instead of looking realistically at how that would feel to Crowley, he tried to sweep Crowley up to Heaven with him using toxic positivity, appeals to morality, and appeals to their relationship itself. Again, mimicking what Heaven has done to him.
To me, "they're not talking" is a big clue that Aziraphale's approach with Crowley is going to be the mistake the narrative really wants him to face. "Not talking" has, thus far, been presented as the central conflict of Season 3! After losing the structure and feedback Heaven gave him, Aziraphale started creating Heaven-like patterns in his relationship with Crowley, and breaking out of those patterns is what he needs to do. Discovering first-hand that Heaven's entire modus operandi is bad no matter who's in charge is how he can do it.
Look, either you're sympathetic to Aziraphale's control issues or you're not. Personally, I am. He's trying so, so hard to be good. I think trying to figure yourself out (which Aziraphale is clearly doing) is hard enough, and when you start balancing what you want for yourself, what you think are your responsibilities, and what other people are actively asking of you, you're bound to fall into the patterns that have been enforced for your whole life or for millions of years, whichever came first.
It is very easy to assume that people should Just Be Better, but it's not actually that simple to be a thinking, feeling person. My anxiety tends to move in a very inward direction and Aziraphale's moves outward. But I'd imagine the desperation and exhaustion are the same.
Unlike Nina, Aziraphale became a rebound mess. I don't think it occurred to either him or to Crowley that there could be any soul-searching, anything but carrying on with the new normal after their stalemate with Heaven and Hell.
Now, instead of getting rejected by Heaven and surviving it, Aziraphale needs to be the one to reject Heaven. It needs to be a choice. And that choice is going to come from realizing that Heaven isn't just poorly managed but also represents a bad framework for all relationships.
How could this happen? Good question. We're obviously not supposed to know yet, although I think picking at existing themes within the narrative could possibly give us hints.
It's possible Aziraphale's character development trajectory will be akin to Adam Young's in Season 1. Please see this stellar post by eidetictelekinetic for more thoughts about it, but basically, in Season 1, Adam saw that the world was not what he wanted it to be and decided his vision was better; as he ascended to power, he took complete control over all his friends and then soon realized that's not what he wants because there's no point in trying to have relationships with people who can't choose you. It's that realization that leads Adam to conclude he doesn't want to take over the world and to reject the role he's expected to play as the Antichrist. Maybe Aziraphale's trip to Heaven is an attempt at a control move during which he'll realize he's defeating his own point.
Aziraphale clearly wants to be chosen. From the very beginning, he's wanted to be special and cared for - just like Crowley has.
Incidentally, I think Aziraphale and Crowley are going to represent pieces of the bigger picture here, and this - first imitating and then rejecting Heaven's relationship style - can both symbolize Heaven's transformation and directly start it (probably in an amusing, somewhat indirect way, like when he handed off the flaming sword to Adam).
If I'm right - which I may very well not be - I think this would all be so, SO cool. Like, "An angel who is subconsciously trying to be a better God" is a concept with so much potential for both tender kindness and incredible darkness. Add to that the comedy-of-errors aspect of "...but even deeper down, he'd much rather just be super gay on Earth" and you have, in my opinion, a perfect character.
I think this could work for Crowley as well. It's obvious that in the Good Omens universe, at least so far, Hell is all about detesting humans and punishing them; Satan seems to genuinely hate humans (unlike in some of NG's other works). Our perspective on this could change, but it potentially puts Crowley in a complementary position to Aziraphale, as a demon who is trying to be "better" than Satan. But this isn't about being "morally better." It's about things having a point. Crowley's exploits usually have a point: they test people. And you can pass his tests! He sincerely likes making trouble, but Crowley doesn't live to punish.
But, once again, the above paragraph would describe a transient phase for this infinitely charming character. Because, again, I think the point will be that in the end, Crowley's deeper-down desire, moreso than testing Creation, is watching it grow with a glass of wine in hand.
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Had this little blurb idea while I was mowing at work, I seem to get these a lot while doing that...
This comes from the idea that during the episode Reign Storm, when Pariah Dark rips Amity Park from the land of the living it's not quite put back into its right dimension which ties into Reality Trip when Danny finds out there's a comic book series about him that heavily goes into his backstory to his dread. The universe? DC where Danny Phantom is essentially the same level as DC is here.
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The Justice League was currently called into a meeting, not that is was a new thing for Billy aka Shazam. What WAS a new thing was that Constantine, workaphobic/smokeaholic Justice League Dark member, was the one to call in the meeting. Billy gets deposited by the zetatubes and sees some familiar faces around the table; Batman, Nightwing and Red Robin on one side while Flash and Kid Flash/Impulse sat across from them adamantly talking. Constantine stood by the projector controls with huge stacks of comics, newspapers and magazines.
One of the comics catches Billy's eye; a young man in a hazmat suit looking into a screen that loops onto him watching the screen titled Masters of All Time. He quickly flies over and snatches it from the pile, "Awesome! I didn't know we were aloud to bring comics up here. I've been meaning to catch up on this series." He kicks up his feet and starts reading.
Constantine gives a tired look at Shazam, "You mean to tell me that you know this series? I've just spent that last bloody three weeks studying this bollocks."
"Of course, who doesn't know about Danny Phantom?!"
The remaining league walks in at that point as Batman, Nightwing and Flash raise their hands. Impulse flashes over and reads them in a second.
"Dude that's so crash, these are CLASSIC~. Dad had an incomplete set that he gave me for my birthday. Oh dude! Reality Trip, I remember this one; Danny, Sam and Tucker are chased-"
"HEY! Spoilers!"
"Sorry."
"Constantine if you can just start the meeting about why we're here?"
"Right. As Shazam said; this is a comic book series about a ghost themed superhero. Sorta like Deadman but not magical." Constantine types into the console and brings up multiple pictures of Danny Phantom's scenes from the book. "The comic book series has been running for nineteen years, it's had multiple adaptations and crossovers. Thousands of roleplaying accounts across multiple social medias, millions of enjoyers of the media across the globe."
"How is this a problem for us," Aquaman asks as he flips through one of the comic books. "It's fictional."
"Yes and no." John presses a key and a real life picture of a town comes on screen."
"Holy Geez! Is that Amity Park?!" Red Robin exclaims as he takes over a personal console and makes a 3D render of the city, rotating and zooming until he finds a brick building with a heaping monstrosity of metal atop of it with a sign stating Fentonworks. "It's real..."
Batman looks at Red Robin calculatingly, "I wasn't aware you partook in that kind of media."
"It's a guilty hobby."
Constantine clears his throat, "It appears real. This city didn't exist four months ago and not just that." He pulls up an actual picture of Danny Phantom in the flesh, "This has magical bullshit written all over it and the only thing to explain it is a Tulpa. All of the evidence points to it; millions of thoughts based on one subject, it suddenly appears out of nowhere and there wasn't a blip on our systems."
"Is a tulpa that much of a problem," Wonder Woman asks as she looks over the pictures of Phantom and Amity Park."
"It can be difficult; seeing how this character's powerset changes more than Supe's does and he's just as strong. The problem is if it's NOT a tulpa and the comics are prophetic."
"Why," Batman asks straight to the point.
Constantine looks through the stacks of comics and pulls out two of them; one with a black gauntlet wearing a green skull ring taking up the front page and the other a grim scene of a large blue skin version of Danny Phantom with fire like hair standing amidst skulls and ruin buildings.
"This first one is about a King of Ghosts ripping the city from their plane of existance, he manages to defeat him in single combat and return his city to his world. Sound familiar?" John gestures at the images of Amity Park. The second is where the problem comes from; this is an evil version of the stories hero, corrupted after the lose of his family. He destroys his world with Amity Park being the only remaining city."
"Ok," Flash asks bored as he flips through the comics.
"Ok? Ok?! It's not bloody ok. It hasn't happened yet but other things have happened exactly as they did in the comics!" He pulls up videos of Danny Phantom and Danny Fenton being split apart and a satellite feed of a massive armored vehicle firing at something that can't be seen.
"The next part is Doomsday! Those two events happen directly after the city is ripped from its dimension and dropped into this one. We all die! Dark Danny comes back in time to reassure his future, we have to stop this."
The Justice league shares a look as Constantine keeps ranting about the incoming apocalypse from a comic book.
"Constantine when is the last time you had a vacation?"
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Pairing: Mafia! Jongho x Fem! Reader
Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Mafia AU
Summary: Jongho was the love of your life, and you his. Just because someone was that kind of love though doesn't mean they didn't keep secrets. The deepest darkest kind.
Warnings: Mafia themes, betrayal/lying, bullying ( a little briefly in the beginning), cursing, pregnancy of a side character, guns, kidnapping, death, blood, hospitals, poisoning, slight body worship, soft hard sex, oral, teasing, overstimulation, unprotected sex, cumming inside, foursome (with Wooyoung and San), some mxm action, possessive sex, hair pulling (Wooyoung’s), marking, slight degradation in dirty talk (called little slut by a bratty wooyoung). Let me know if I missed anything.
Additional Warnings For the Two Patreon Exclusive Smut Scenes: Appreciation sex (reader thanking Jongho for something - by choice), 69, cowgirl, bondage, mating press, breeding kink, spanking, sir kink, fingering.
Word Count: 15,248
Being a new student at a school was never an easy adjustment, especially for Choi Jongho. His family resettled often, that was the nature of his father’s business. Though now that he was older, they sent him off, a transfer student in a high school where he was sure his father was holding something over, most likely money. Still, the way that those higher up in the school treated him shined an even brighter spotlight on the new student. That and he was somewhere where no one knew who his family was, so instead of cowering away from him whenever they saw him as an easy target. Finding himself pinned harshly to the lockers his very first day, eyes wide as he looked at the male looming over him until his fist slammed into the metal next to Jongho’s head to let him know that wasn’t a good idea.
“Let me tell you how this works, new kid. I run this school, and if you don’t do everything I fucking tell you when I tell you … well, let’s just say you and the floor will have quite the relationship.” He sneers at Jongho, the others behind him snickering.
Jongho keeps his head down and cowers away slightly, only to be jolted as someone rips the man off him. A shorter, feminine figure between the two of them now.
“Fuck off before I tell Nakamoto you’re telling everyone you run things.” You hiss at the man who just had Jongho pinned to the lockers. Jongho’s eyes widen as you don’t hesitate to square up to the much taller male. It works though, as he seems to flee like a dog with his tail tucked. Jongho, backing up slightly when you turn to him now, making you chuckle, “Don’t mind him, he is just overcompensating. Just threaten to spill his ego to Nakamoto Yuta, and he’ll leave you alone.”
Jongho watches you walk away for a moment before snapping out of his shock and following behind. His footsteps gave him away even if he hadn’t said a thing. He stops abruptly when you stop and glance at him over your shoulder.
“Do you need something else?” You ask, raising a brow, but he simply shakes his head, “Well then... first-year classes are all down there.”
He glances towards where you pointed and nods, speaking in just a whisper as he shyly looks at his feet, “I know.”
“Then why are you following me?” Your question makes him shift uncomfortably as he doesn’t have an answer for you, stunned again when he feels you lightly ruffle his hair, having to reach up to do so, “Do you need a friend? Is that it?”
His silent nod makes you smile, leaning in to look him in the eyes, “Well, we can’t be friends if I don’t know your name. So what is it, new boy?”
“Jongho.” The way that you smile at him makes Jongho even more timid than your bold actions had. The thought of that alone made him argue with his father later to let him stay in this school once he found out what had happened to Jongho that day.
“Nice to meet you Jongho. I’m Y/N.”
That’s how it all started for you two. Jongho seeks you out between periods to follow you and your friends around, often quietly. Only coming out of his shell in more private settings. Not one to use his father’s power often, but doing it now to make sure your lunch and free periods matched up so he would have more time with you, his new friend. Even if his father sent some others to keep an eye on him. Something that ended up being beneficial seeing as how there was one person who knew he was, Nakamoto Yuta. To him, Jongho was nothing but a threat. The two quickly become rivals, Jongho feeling more confident to stand up to him now that he has you and a few others there to back him up. Your friend group grows over the year, a mix of those from different years coming together to stand up for each other.
You raise your eyes at one of the other girls in the group, “You want me to get someone from our group to ask you to the dance?”
“Well, not just anyone, someone specific.” She rolls her eyes playfully, before laughing with a little smirk at the way you seem to bristle at that, “Relax it’s not your Jjongie.”
You flick her off at the teasing but pause at her next words.
“I’ll get him to ask you if you help me.”
As much as you loved the girl, you wanted to wipe the smug look off her face, “... who is it?”
“Mingi.” She chirps, and you raise a brow, that would be easy.
“Deal. I’ll get Mingi to ask you, just make sure no one else gets Jongho.” You agree, and she laughs a little saluting you before you turn to leave the room.
What you didn’t know however is that she had set you up, not the other way around, calling Jongho as soon as she knew you were far enough away. Convincing him to ask you out before the day was up before meeting up with Mingi.
“Does she know?” He asked her, to which she shook her head with a smile.
“They’re both clueless even if they refused to go with anyone else.” Her words make Mingi chuckle, leaning down to kiss her forehead in the empty hallway.
“Well done Mini,” She preens at his praise, watching him walk away.
Only their plan didn’t work out quite as planned when you both kept things as friends throughout the whole dance. Trying time and time again to get either of you to say something before your graduation, to no avail. Mini setting you up at Jongho’s tutor over the next few years outside of your friend group still getting together on occasion. All of high school passed for everyone and still nothing between you two. Mini’s head falls to the table rather harshly, making Mingi wince across from her.
“I’m out of ideas, they're hopeless.” She whines making Mingi chuckle.
“You know what he’s afraid of better than anyone else.” He reaches out to pet her hair, “But trust me this time. I’m not out of ideas yet.”
She hums, letting Mingi plan the next few attempts. Realizing rather quickly that maybe she should have let him do that from the start when a few weeks later he proposes to her with the help of you and Jongho who excitedly hug off to the side. You get a little emotional as Jongho chuckles, keeping an arm around you while his free hand comes up to gently wipe away the tears. It’s then that you begin to realize he’s no longer the shy little first year you saved, but a man now. Someone much more sure of himself… and much more firm than he had been in years past. A thought you distract yourself from by going to hug your other friends, congratulating them and already gushing with Mini about wedding plans. Mingi smirking at Jongho’s dazed look.
“Man up and make a move already.” He whispers to Jongho, laughing when it earns him a smack even if the younger hurts when he does so.
The two of them call up you and Jongho at every turn of the way leading up to the wedding. Leading you and Jongho to spend even more time together. Only when it comes to who is walking together the two of you aren’t paired together. Instead, they put you with San, resulting in Jongho being slightly passive-aggressive with the friend paired with him. Not putting together that this was all a part of their plan. Not even when the rest of you went to the hotel that night only to be faced with a rooming mishap that Jongho was quick to rescue you from when suddenly you were without a place to stay that night. Jongho took your bags and led the way to his room, only to step in and remember that there was only one bed. Jongho is antsy at the thoughts it results in, biting his lip.
“What’s wrong Jjongie? Are you uncomfortable?” You ask, gently placing a hand on his arm. However, his pride quickly leads him to shake his head in denial.
“Not at all.” He insists, shirt stripping off as he moves to change into sweats in front of you, still shirtless. Getting in bed as you gawk at him, “What, are you uncomfortable? If so, you can always join San in his room.”
The way he hisses out the other man’s name makes something click for you as you crawl onto the bed towards him, “Choi Jongho. Are you jealous?”
He huffs looking away as a flush takes over his exposed skin, “Maybe…”
“You have no reason to be. Not when there’s only one man I want and it’s you… it’s always been you.”
The two of you found yourselves tangled in the sheets together that night, and that’s when your relationship changed. No longer just the friends who always had one another’s backs, but something more now. Something you both had wanted longer than either of you was likely to admit, even if everyone else in your friend group knew it. One night turned to two, then two became more, before becoming a date, and so on. Jongho is attentive to your preferences even if not verbalizing so. It is apparent in how you always had fresh flowers at work and at home. Never the same bouquet as previous, but always combinations of your favorites. Date night snacks are always your choice over his, no matter how often you told him to get his. Still, there was no denying the fuzzy feeling it gave you when he remembered such things. Besides, it gave you a reason to spoil him in return, loving gift-giving, especially to your sweet Jjongie. Often finding yourself giggling at how intimidated of him others often were when your boy couldn’t even hurt a fly.
Time flew by until Mini and Mingi were helping you two move in together. In awe at the place Jongho had gotten you both. A new place, a penthouse with a floor of its own in a high-security building with all the amenities and even its own formal restaurant. It dawned on you more fully that Jongho really was a business heir. The man smiling bashfully at you when your stunned gaze makes it to him.
“Surprise?” He giggles going over to kiss your cheek, “I hope you like it, I looked over your wishlist before choosing it.”
“I do. I love it, but isn’t it a bit much?” You inquire as he takes the box from you.
“Not at all, though I do want to get your signature on the paperwork and all,” Jongho adds, making you furrow your brows.
“But you wouldn’t let me help pay.”
“So? That doesn’t mean I don’t want your name on the paperwork. I didn’t do it for some power over you, I did it because I wanted to for you… for us.” He assures you with a soft smile.
Not to say that you didn’t know you loved him before, but in that moment you realized just how deeply you felt for him. Something you were intent on showing him that night once everyone else had left, no matter how the move had exhausted you. Your bold actions at the start make Jongho giggle as a flush creeps up on him.
You didn’t stay with Jongho to be spoiled, just like he didn’t stay with you for that reason either. It was merely a side effect. Though the deeper into the relationship you got the more that began to shift.
“Love, I think that you should quit your job.” Jongho brings up out of the blue over dinner one night.
“What? Why?” You inquire stunned by the suddenness and wondering if there happened to be a cause.
“You hate your job and we don’t need that income to survive. I’m not opposed to you working at all, but if you’re going to, I want it to be doing something that you love.” His words stun you further, leaving you to stare at him for a while.
“But that will be a lot, I’ll need schooling and there aren’t a lot of locations here to hire me after.” Your practical side finally speaks up.
“I know, but if that’s what you want then do it. I’ll help you through school and we’ll get you a nice storefront. Baby, we can make your dream happen, so why shouldn’t we?” Jongho insists, not knowing how dangerous the fluttering in your heart had become due to him at this point.
“Are you serious? You think I should?” You feel the need to confirm yet again. He chuckles but nods without an ounce of hesitation and that’s all that you need, “ Well if you are sure, I’ll look into it and let you know.”
Which is how you ended up in business classes despite Jongho's offering to help you get a handle on that. Though you would allow him to be your in-home tutor. You did also allow him to connect you with the resources he had to find a place and remodel it in preparation. Your shop soon takes shape with a few walls of shelves. Also, shelves hung from the ceiling, lined with books, and cornered with hanging greenery. The tables set below are a good place to settle with your new book and a hot coffee from the bar along the one wall. Jongho supported your business as it took shape. Soon it became a hub in the city, a warm space to retreat to and catch your breath.
With your lives and businesses thriving, Jongho felt he couldn’t wait any longer and soon he was down on one knee. Mingi and Mingi are excitedly on the other side of such an occasion now. Mini is ready to step up for you and your plans the way you did for her during wedding planning. As if you hadn’t already planned the whole thing in your mind long ago. Jongho letting you take the lead with that while he covers the honeymoon preparations. Something he kept a secret from you to the point that Mini had to be the one to pack for you ( something that you would have to get her back for when you took note of just how many scandalous items of clothing there were). A month traveling across Europe with your husband is exactly the romantic, refreshing trip you would have hoped your honeymoon to be.
Coming home to adjust back to daily life when Mini busts through the doors of your shop, startling a few new patrons, but not the regulars or employees used to this from her every so often.
“I need to talk to you!” She announces marching her way into the back and missing how you roll your eyes before following with a fond smile.
“Yes? What is it?” You take a seat waiting for the dramatics.
“I need your help… I’m scared to tell Mingi.” She’s a little shaky now which you aren’t used to. Watching as she pulls something out of her purse only to reveal a positive pregnancy test a second later.
“Well did you -”
“This is the third one, all positive. Yes, I checked.” She tells you a lip between her teeth.
“Okay, take a breath. Then when you’ve figured it out tell me why you’re scared to tell Mingi.” You sit her down, trying to get her breathing to settle.
“I’m scared that things will change.” She finally answers softly.
“Of course, things will change, you’re fucking pregnant. That doesn’t mean that Mingi will go anywhere. You both want this even if it’s sooner than planned. So you don’t need to be afraid. Schedule to see the doctor and then tell Mingi so he can go too. All the other steps can wait alright?” You assure, moving to hug her until she calms down more.
“Okay, I’ll make the appointment before he’s back from work. Then I’ll tell him tonight.” She agreed after a few moments.
“Good, let me know how it goes, and if you need something then just call.” You remind her before helping guide her out now.
Shaking your head with a small chuckle knowing that it would be an even more interesting nine months now. If only you knew how interesting it would truly turn out to be seeing as how four months later Nakamoto Yuta walked in as you were preparing to close up. You not having seen him since high school. You hadn’t fully recognized who he was at first now that his look had matured. His smug nature and smirk were just how you had remembered however as he walked up to the counter.
“Can I help you?” You ask, raising a brow as he leans against the surface you had just cleaned.
“Oh, no sweetheart. See, I’m here to help you.” He licks his lips as if it would hide the mischief in his smirk, pulling out a manila envelope, “After all your beloved husband has been keeping secrets.”
You scoff and roll your eyes, “Am I supposed to believe that?”
“Not my words, but the evidence yeah. If you decide not to though, that’s on you.” He shrugs, tossing the envelope onto the counter as he stands full height again, hands in his pockets, “If you decide you want to know all of the truth though my number is in there.”
Despite how you scoffed and returned to cleaning something in your gut refused to allow you to throw out the envelope. This weird, anxious, gnawing feeling. Assuming that it would pass though you stashed the envelope in a locked drawer of your desk, waiting it out. Only instead it drove you crazy. After two weeks of restless nights, you caved, and out came the envelope. You took a deep breath before opening and dumping the contents. Only where you had expected simple documents, hopefully, fabricated, there were pictures and more. Pictures of Jongho at the docks with shipments, but not of claimed business goods. Instead, it was weapons and more. Documents show how the family company was a front for much more illegal activity. Not just that though, Mingi was transferred to your school all those years ago because he was involved. Evidence of Jongho recruiting your friends one by one littering the table. The only one not directly recruited is Mini who became involved late in her relationship with Mingi. It dawned on you that the entire group knew. Everyone knew. Everyone except you.
The realization that everything was built on a lie hit you hard. Hard enough to throw off your usually level-headed mind. Once you had settled slightly again you noticed an address with most of the meeting pictures. Packing the envelope back up and heading there. Hesitating when you didn’t notice a single familiar vehicle. Still, you were determined and so into the building you barged. Which likely wasn’t the smartest decision in hindsight, but you were pissed.
The sudden sound startled Yunho there enough that he pulled his gun on you, only to nearly fumble it in shock a moment later. The man stammered as he put the weapon up, not sure what to say next, but you’d deal with him later. For now, you saw red focused on one person in particular. Yunho’s point directs your rage toward your current target. Those in the upstairs room turn to look at you as you enter. Jongho went from looking as though he was going to tell someone off to having had seen a ghost in a split second.
Mini shakes her head as she leans back, arms crossed, “ Oh you’re so fucked.”
Jongho shoots her a glare before turning back to you, “Baby-”
“Don’t you baby me Choi Jongho! What is all of this?” You demand answers as you slam the folder down onto his desk.
“I just wanted to keep you safe, love.” Jongho softly tries to appeal.
“ No, you don’t get to do that Jongho, not after treating me like a joke. What, have all of you been playing me this whole time? Wanting to laugh at the one clueless girl who couldn’t put it together?” You see Jongho going to counter, but beat him to it, “If you’re gonna say something then you better choose your next words very carefully.”
“Sweetheart, you’re too good for this world. I wanted to keep you out of it… far away from it.” He tries again only to see you’re still unwavering.
“Our whole life. Our whole relationship. Everything was all built on a lie and you think that that is enough? Cause it’s fucking not.” You scoff, shaking your head.
“I warned you that you couldn’t keep it a secret forever. Besides it’s fucked up.” Mini finally speaks up from her spot, making you turn to her and miss the look Jongho shoots her.
“And why didn’t you ever tell me after you found out?” Your frustration gets redirected for a moment, watching how guilt eats at her, but also how she keeps nervously glancing at Jongho, “Oh my god, did you fucking threaten our friends?”
“He-” Mini starts before getting cut off.
“Don’t you fucking dare!” Jongho hisses out making Mini shrink back some and Mingi shifts his body to put her behind him now.
“Jongho… did you threaten our friends?” You ask again more forcefully now.
“I mean… It’s not like that… It’s just that I told them there would be consequences for telling you.” Jongho tries to pick his words carefully, but it does him no good.
“I can’t fucking believe you Jongho. You’re not at all the man that I thought.” You shift to leave only to jerk away faster as he reaches out to you, “Don’t you dare touch me! I’m leaving and until I come to you, you better stay the fuck away. That and you better come up with a good fucking explanation if you ever actually want anything to do with me.”
“Y/N.” Jongho tries again, but you’re already walking out the door. Only to hear him then yelling at someone else.
“Y/N.” It’s Mini’s voice this time and you sigh, but stop for a moment.
“Don’t try to convince me to stay.” You tell her, heartbroken but firm.
“I won’t try to do that to you. Here, take this.” She hands you a phone and chuckles at the confusion on your face, “It’s a burner, Jongho can’t track it. Not without my help anyways. So everything can be on your terms for sure. Get things in order and if you need a place to hide out let me know. I got one Jongho won’t find. Well not easily anyways.”
“Oh…” You’re stunned for a moment, overwhelmed by such concepts still, “Thanks Mini, I’ll think about it.”
Think about it you did, finding yourself texting her to take her up on the offer once you had settled business stuff. Mini quickly comes to pick you up and take you there herself in yet a different vehicle.
“So make it your own, just ignore the mess I left. I’ve been taking advantage of this place more than usual too. Also for safety reasons now that you know stuff, do not open the door for anyone you don’t know. There’s a gun in both bedrooms in the bedside table and one by the door. Point. Shoot. Don’t hesitate if you need it.” She tells you, handing you a key, “We’re the only two with keys. I’ll leave this car here, don’t trust taxis or Ubers. Don’t get things delivered. It’ll be dangerous and let him find you.”
Your eyes widen at all the information, “Is it really that dangerous of a lifestyle?”
Mini sighs and nods, “It is, that’s why even though Jongho’s actions were fucked up I agreed with wanting to keep you away. Especially now, because as much as I hold my breath every time Mingi goes to handle something I’m even more terrified to have a child involved in this. It’s not something you want people you care about a part of. Of course, I’ve also just gotten good at disappearing since Mingi has been an absolute menace lately and it’s been driving me up a wall.”
You can’t help but chuckle at that, “Well you don’t have to stay away 'cause I’m here. If you still need to hide away just pop in. Though you probably shouldn’t scare Mingi like that so often.”
“Meh, he deserves it.” She brushes off with a wave of her hand and a teasing smile.
“You know… I’m not even going to ask.”
You stayed at Mini’s safehouse for quite some time. Her being the only one in and out for anything you needed, along with all the communication with you and the business. The pregnant woman crashing there along with you yet again tonight.
“Why did you do it?” Your question shocks her out of settling in a spot in the home. Though you get up to help her before pushing it anymore.
“I don’t think it was for any one reason. I wanted you to know and I knew it was wrong, but I was scared. I didn’t want him to give Mingi more dangerous tasks because I had spoken up. Plus, he said it was to keep you safe, and so I thought that if I said something and you got hurt then it would be my fault. It also felt like something you deserved to hear from him and he kept saying that he would tell you.” Her answer makes sense to you even if upsetting, but raises another question.
“How many times did he say that he would tell me?” You’re almost scared to ask but need to know.
“At least once for every milestone and it's always the same excuse, but we all know the truth. He’s not scared you’ll get hurt by others. He’s scared the truth about him with scare or hurt you. He couldn’t ever live with that I don’t think.” You hate the way her words make you soften a little, but it doesn’t change the way you currently feel about him.
“It couldn’t possibly hurt as much as knowing that everything was a lie.” You sigh with a shake of your head.
“Who says that everything was a lie? We didn’t tell you like we should have, but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re my friend. You have been this whole time. We all feel this way. Plus Jongho isn’t the soft man who married you unless you’re in the room. Not because it’s a lie, but because that man is mush for you.” Her words make you feel warm deep down and a part of you hates that with how angry you still are.
“Doesn’t make keeping things from me right.” You cross your arms, pouting a little in a sulky way.
“Oh, absolutely not! And should you decide to give him the opportunity to make it up to you then you better make him work for it after all of this.” Her words make you chuckle, but you know that she wholeheartedly means what she said. “Now let’s forget about the way these men be driving us up a fucking wall and eat with some movie with hot actors, yeah?”
“Nope not yet. I’ve had my therapy session and now it’s your turn. You’ve been showing up more and more so what’s the deal with you and Mingi?” You prod, your maternal instincts driving you to look into this with how often she has been coming at six months pregnant when she should be home resting.
“Mingi doesn’t understand that I’m pregnant, not bedbound. I get that this is new for both of us and he’s worried, but he’s taking it way too far no matter how many talks we have. I’m trying to meet him halfway, but some of it is just ridiculous.” She sighs, leaning back and running a hand through her hair.
“It can’t possibly be that bad, what is he insisting on?” You inquire, stuffing down your laughter at the incredulous look she gives you.
“Listen at first it wasn’t. Like he asked me to bathe instead of shower so I wouldn’t slip and fall, and he wanted to help me out when I was done. Fine. Makes sense. Now it’s like… I’m banned from the entire kitchen because there are too many risks. I was using a butter knife the other day and the man about had an aneurysm. I couldn’t help paint the nursery, the one task I wanted most. Not because of fumes, but because he didn’t want me on a step stool, which I already had agreed I wouldn’t do. Like I get that he means well, but he’s going too far.” She tells you and you find yourself agreeing with some of her frustrations.
“Okay, but how many times has he called since you left the house?” Your question makes her feel slightly guilty.
“... 76 times and he’s texted over 100…” She admits quietly.
“Worrying him more won’t help with anything. Why don’t you have him come and try another talk, and this time tell him if he can’t take a breath I’ll be helping you through the last three months. That should get his attention.” You offer and she nods, sending Mingi a message.
It took Mingi some time to get there, not because it was far, but because he was being careful not to expose the location, or so he thought. However, when there was a knock on the door not long after you all finished your talk everyone tensed. Mingi puts a hand on his gun as he goes to check it out, Mini following behind his form much to his displeasure. Though she seems to put together who is at the door first, slipping out from behind Mingi to throw the door open.
“What do you think you’re doing here?” Mini’s question is firm and you tense at the implication behind it.
“Let me see her!” Jongho is demanding, nearly pushing Mini out of the way before Mingi moves her behind him and takes the force of it.
You move to settle her before peaking around at Jongho, “I told you it was on my terms not yours, now go away.”
His bloodshot eyes widen drastically at the sight of you, “Wait! We don’t have to talk, just please let me see you. I need to be sure that you’re okay.”
The raw distress and sleep deprivation on his features has you nodding at Mingi who moves to let Jongho take you in. The man visibly relaxed some at the sight of you.
“Thank you … I love you.” He says softly before conceding and moving to go back to his car.
Mingi moves to kiss Mini’s forehead, “ I’ll go make sure he goes home.”
Mini nods and locks up before the both of you go back to settling in for the evening. Only to be startled by a loud bang on the door not even a half hour later.
“Oh ladies~ Open up!” A mocking voice that you haven’t heard since high school calls through the door.
“Is that Jeno?” You whisper hiss at Mini who simply nods in response. She’s quick to cut the lights and grab the gun from by the door, tossing the keys towards you.
“Message the boys and follow their directions on where to go. I’ll make sure the back is clear and we can slip out that way.” She whispers to you, leading the way, only as she’s peeking out the back they bust down the front door, “ Run and get the car as fast as you can.”
You follow her directions knowing that she’s the only one who understands what to do in this situation. Jumping at each gunshot that is set off. You pull the car over only to see them shoving her into a van, one you could easily hit to deter them, but not a risk you were willing to take while your friend was pregnant. If they had her alive though then Jongho could send a rescue after her. So you speed straight to the address the boys sent and follow Yunho’s directions into another car to get to a safe house. Jongho and Mingi are already waiting there. Watching Mingi’s heart shatter as he notices Mini isn’t there and pushing past Jongho to him, pulling him into your arms.
“She’s alive and unharmed. We’ll get her back because Jongho is going to have a rescue happen.” You assure him, stroking his hair despite the stretch as he cries in your arms.
“Wait, I-” You cut Jongho off before he can counter at all.
“It is his number one priority.” You say, shooting Jongho a look as if daring him to argue. It effectively shutting him up.
“Yeah … we are gonna do that as soon as the intel on them gets back.” He meekly agrees.
“I want to be involved.” You insist, shooting Jongho another look when you see him open his mouth, “ You lied to me and then led them to us so that I had to witness my friend get taken. Keep your mouth shut.”
“I just want you safe.” He whispers and you’re one of the few who hears.
“I’ll stay around you guys and not do dumb shit, but I’m not about to sit here like nothing is happening. Those days are over Jongho.” You shut him down yet again.
“Well, I guess we better make use of the time we have then.” Jongho sighs, firmly grasping your wrist and leading you off to a stash of weapons and a gun range in the basement, “If you’re insisting then you will have to learn to use one of these.”
The new two hours were spent practicing, with barely any progress. So Jongho came up behind you, putting his hands over yours.
“Slowly squeeze as you breathe out, a calm, smooth motion.” His direction had you finally nailing the target, “Good, just like that at whoever is your target.”
You must have hesitated too long, because he sighed, “I know you don’t have this in you. To kill a man if it comes down to it. Remember you don’t have to do this.”
“If it comes down to it, I’ll do what I have to to protect the people I love.” You counter firmly before nailing the target with a shot entirely on your own, “Now tell me how we’re going to get Mini back.”
“Yeosang is across the stress with a drone right now getting thermal. Let’s get you a vest and stuff and we’ll go.” Jongho goes to get you ready, making your brows furrow.
“What about your vest?” You ask and he chuckles.
“I don’t use one. I hate the feel of it.” He shrugs before jumping when you smack his arm.
“Jjongie put one on.” You watch how he practically melts at the soft nickname, too stunned to move at the moment, but you snap him out of it quickly, “ I’m not about to watch you get fucking shot out there.”
“I won’t get-” All it takes is one more look and he shuts up, grabbing another vest. Putting his hands up in surrender with a chuckle when you check his the same way he checked yours.
With that, you’re all loading up to go. Hongjoong is with Yeosang on the rooftop across the way. Usually, that would be where Mingi was, but Hongjoong replaced the jittery man as a snipper so that he could go get his wife personally. Mingi finally seems to pull it together when the car stops, taking this very seriously now.
“Y/N you stay with Wooyoung and Yunho clearing our escape. The rest of us know what to do.” Jongho tells you before turning to Mingi, “Stay focused and go get her back, the rest of us will bring them hell.”
That’s all it took for Mingi to be out the door of the van and rush in. Gunshots came shortly after that.
“Come up to the passenger seat with me and keep an eye out. Yunho can wait for them by the back door,” Wooyoung encourages you, putting his hand out to help you up, “It’s kinda gross back there anyways… because of San and stuff, not me. So anyways, since you’re pissed at Jongho and all. Just so you know you can call me if you ever need a … release.”
“Is now really the time, Woo?” You raise a brow, “Besides, he’s still my husband and don’t you usually go home with San?”
“Well, I mean like if y'all are on break or something. San likes mixing people in, it is purely a physical thing after all.” Wooyoung shrugs, “As for the timing… This is as good a time as any in this line of work. Especially if it keeps your mind from overthinking everything.”
“That is Wooyoung’s specialty. Distractions.” Yunho chuckles from the back of the van reminding you of his presence.
Wooyoung’s antics helped for sure, but not enough to stop you from being antsy in the passenger seat. Easing a little more when San comes through the door, followed by Mingi holding Mini against his side, Seonghwa close behind, and finally Jongho. Yunho slammed the doors behind everyone as you climbed into the back right before Wooyoung floored it. Needing to pull Mini away for a moment to see for yourself that she was okay before turning to do the same with Jongho. The man made a poor attempt at hiding the smile that the act brought to his face.
“Where are we going?” You ask Jongho quietly, leaning against him as the adrenaline wears off and the van jostles you around.
“Another safe house, farther out and more well hidden. Big enough for everyone though. It’s safer like that for a few days after something like this.” He tells you, hesitantly reaching up to massage at your nape, gently playing with your hair. You knew internally that you should put up a bit more of a fight over it, but as it lulled you to sleep you found that you didn’t care much.
Waking later to the smell of food, finding yourself in a bed. Stretching you get up to follow the smell. Finding Jongho sleeping on the couch along the way. Then seeing Hongjoong placing pizza on the counter. Gently shaking Jongho to wake him so that he could eat as well. Snickering as Mingi frets over Mini moving to stand and insisting that he’ll get it for her.
“Let Mingi spoil you for now. You and the baby have been through a lot, so just focus on recovering from that.” You side with Mingi, shaking your head while Mini playfully rolls her eyes at Mingi’s proud smirk in response.
“You’re going to feed the complex.” Mini laughs softly but doesn’t argue.
“We all will be for a while after what happened.” Seonghwa counters, ruffling her hair in passing only to chuckle at her complaints.
The interactions remind you of Mini’s words about how not everything was a lie. Seeing the same interactions as always, just with the knowledge of their true work situation now makes you believe her words. Most things were the same, just more dangerous than you thought. Not who they were as people though. Sure, you still needed time, and to build trust, but knowing that not everything was fake felt good. In a way, it reassured you as well. Maybe, here, with all these people could still be your home. Maybe you could still have that future that you always envisioned. That was something that you could discover with time though. For now, you were going to enjoy this moment after not being around people much.
Wooyoung smirking cheekily as you passed by to go to bed, that was enough of a sign that something was coming, “If you get lonely remember my offer.”
You notice Jongho tense at the words and wink sent your way. Shooting Wooyoung a glare and following behind you as you shake your head at Wooyoung’s antics.
“Do you need anything else? Or?” Jongho awkwardly asks from where he’s standing just within your doorway.
“I’m okay Jongho.” You assure him, starting to get yourself settled in for the night.”
“Oh… okay… well um if you need anything… I’ll be on the couch.” He hesitates and you sigh, stepping closer to take his hand.
“Don’t pay any attention to Woo’s antics. Unless you were down for something like that I’m not about to let him in my bed just because I’m pissed at you.” You assure him, “Especially not when I’m still trying to comprehend this whole situation. Just …. Give me some time.”
“As much as you need,” Jongho speaks softly, kissing the back of your palm before finally leaving the room.
In three days when it was finally time to leave the safehouse, you took a deep breath trying to settle your heart and mind as you walked up to Jongho.
“I think I’m ready to go home. I’m not ready for things to go back to how they were, or to stay in the same room again yet, but I’m ready to go home. I want to go home.” You tell him, watching the man who had been intimidating and scowling at people this whole time nearly cry at your confession.
“Yeah, of course!” He agrees verbally as if there had been any doubt that he would, though he does decide to test the waters a little as well, “Would you be comfortable having dinner together?”
“Like a date?” You raise a brow at the bold question.
“Yes, like a date, but I promise not to push anything.” He insists, no, pleads. Willing to agree to nearly anything if you’ll just say yes to him now.
“I thought you said everyone would still need to be careful about going out for a while?” You continue questioning him, in part to see his reaction.
“I did. Leave the details to me. I won’t put you at risk just to fulfill this desire of mine.” Jongho assures you, moving to try and get your things into the car for you.
“Fine, we can have dinner.” You agree, getting into the car with a smile as the man tries to contain himself.
When he gets you both home later he gets your stuff into the bedroom you had been missing. Then getting his stuff and moving it into a guest room. The closest one told himself it was in case you needed anything even though it was really for him.
The rest of the day though Jongho seems to be pretty much gone. Only catching occasional glimpses of him every so often. Until about 6 pm when he’s in the doorway dressed in all black, a few of his buttons undone and his sleeves rolled up.
“Dinner should be ready in a half hour.” He tells you with a smile, making you raise a brow at how quickly he ran with what you had agreed to.
“Am I supposed to dress up?” You can’t help but mess with him a little.
“Only if that’s your desire.” He answers like he always would whenever you ask if you should dress up for a date. Which was sweet if not a tad infuriating of him.
You find yourself humoring him a little and putting on something nice, and not black to specifically avoid matching. You instead go for something pastel, avoiding the colors he adores you in for being sexy. Going for something soft in comparison to his look. Waiting for him to come back to lead you to dinner. Going out the front door only to go up in the elevator instead of down. Confusing you even more as to what he had in mind. You’re quick to put it together upon arriving at the rooftop though. A single table set up overlooking the city while your flower bushes surround it, them having been perfectly maintained in your absence. A skill you were not aware that Jongho had. Roses and candles decorate the table as wine chilled beside it. You let Jongho pull the chair out for you, taking the lid off the plate before you to show your favorite meal from your favorite place to go. Something you hadn’t realized you missed so much until it was here before you again. Jongho poured you a glass of wine before taking his seat across from you. Jongho seemed very content in your presence while you ate happily.
“I knew you must have missed that.” He smiles around the rim of his glass, rather proud of himself.
You put your fork down, raising a brow, “Show me your hands.”
Jongho is confused but does as you ask. Letting you look over them until you find what you’re looking for.
“I knew you must have had no idea what to do with these plants.” You muse back, gently rubbing your thumb over the thorn pricks you find. Watching how the man flusters, shyly pulling his hands away only to instantly miss your touch.
“I figured it out.” He counters even if it isn’t firmly.
“I can tell, they look amazing.” You admire the plants for a moment before going back to the meal while Jongho preens at the praise.
The rest of dinner was filled with a few light, carefree conversations. Jongho is true to his word about not pushing anything. Still, he was working to be attentive to your needs throughout the evening. A blanket wrapped around your shoulders when the wind starts to pick up. Jongho eventually led the way back inside and to the bedroom. Nearly fainting when you kiss him before calling it a night and closing the door.
This slowly becomes a routine for you guys. Dinner once a week on the rooftop and then when safe, out again. You find him caring for your plants on more than one occasion. Not saying anything about it for quite some time, until you finally grow too curious not to.
“Jongho, what did you decide to take care of them?” You’re watching him trim one from your seat appreciating the warmth of the sun.
“Because it’s a piece of you. Caring for them felt like caring for an extension of you. It helped me feel that I could still do something for you. It was a way of having you here… especially when I was missing you.” Jongho speaks softly as if he’s afraid to admit that vulnerability to you. Not knowing that it was melting your heart to see that side of him.
“You did good taking care of that part of me.” You praise softly, only it allows him to tease a little bit.
“I took good care of the cats too!” He sounds playful, but you have a feeling that he’s looking for more praise.
“I’m sure you did. You’re a good cat dad.” You feed right into it giving him the praise he wants. Only to miss how he pouts when you get up a moment later. Coming back with lemonade and water after a few minutes, “ Here Jjongie, make sure you don’t get too hot.”
“I thought you liked me hot though.” Jongho teases getting up to get a drink, only laughing more when you smack his arm in response.
Only the atmosphere changed drastically in a few moments. Jongho’s cheerful nature disappears, changing to something more stoic.
“Get in the car. I’ll be there in a minute.” He says firmly, making your brows furrow.
“What? Why?” You ask, not moving yet, even if you’re on edge, flight response starting to kick in.
“Mingi texted a 911 message. He’s taking Mini to the hospital.” He tells you already moving, and now you are too, knowing that it has to be bad if they’re on the way there.
You wait rather impatiently for Jongho in the car. The man did not take long, just enough time to grab a bag and his gun.
“Do you know what’s wrong?” You somehow bring yourself to ask while he drives you both, but he only shakes his head.
Mingi jumps when you and Jongho call to him from behind. The man is struggling at the reception desk, making Jongho sign.
“Y/N, you and Mingi go to the room. I’ll get things sorted out here.” Jongho insists ready to pull whatever strings are necessary at this moment. Your heart hurts that such a thing might be necessary, but it shows you that Jongho does care about them as part of the family, even if he had threatened them in regards to sharing too much with you. Not that you had time to analyze such care when your friends needed you right now.
Your heart nearly stops at Mini’s pained expression, tears welling in her eyes as she holds her stomach. You’re quick to go to her side and take her hand, brushing her hair out of her face, before looking up at Mingi.
“Take a deep breath Mingi, what’s going on?” You try to calm the man enough to share the details with you, but he’s too far gone.
“I’m having contractions.” Mini grits out, but you know it’s too soon for that, at least in ideal circumstances. Staying by her side as doctors and nurses buzz around. Watching in concern as Jongho and Mingi talk with one right outside, trying to keep your friend calm as little they have done has brought her relief. Mingi comes in after handing Jongho his keys, the other man calling someone on the phone now as Mingi takes your place beside his wife.
“They’re gonna give you something to help you sleep soon love, it’ll make you feel better.” Mingi assures her, before looking at you, “Go get some air and anything else you need, I got her.”
You reluctantly nod, before slipping out, waiting for Jongho to get off the call, and then the two of you head for some coffee, “So, what’s going on?”
“Her bloodwork came back and there were drugs in her system, but there’s no clue where it came from. The boys are on the way to the house to test everything, and see where it came from.” Jongho tells you in a hushed voice.
“You think someone snuck it in somehow?” You gasp before quickly hushing yourself again as others are around.
“Not sure, but it’s been too long for it to have been from when she was taken. So it’s gotta be from something more recent and something subtle enough to be undetected until now.” Jongho sighs running a hand through his hair, “They’re going to try and get her system back in check so she doesn’t have the baby too soon, but with all that’s happened it’ll be a miracle.”
“If someone did have a way into their house though, won’t they be able to tell something is up when they’re not there and the boys are?” You inquire innocently, but the way Jongho freezes you can tell that’s something he hadn’t accounted for.
“Fuck.” He pulls his keys out, “You should go home and lock in until we’re sure it’s safe again.”
“Like hell, I will Jongho.” You counter and Jongho sighs pulling you around the corner into a blind spot.
“You know that if this was intentional they could show up here and make things get messy real quick, right?” Jongho assures that you fully understand the situation.
“I do. I also know that if I’m anywhere else when shit goes down, I’ll never be able to live with myself. Besides, Mini is gonna need a woman around to help her with some of this.” You insist, watching Jongho’s internal struggle before he hands his gun over to you.
“Don’t let anyone see this and don’t leave it anywhere, but should something happen I need to know you have a way to protect yourself.” He takes a breath as you nod and carefully hide it away with your clothes.
“Why don’t you head back up? I’ll wait down here for the call from the boys.” Jongho encourages, knowing you’ll be antsy if you’re away from the situation for too long.
They soon get Mini calmed and settled, confirming that it was simply Braxton Hicks and not something more urgent. However, they decided to keep her for monitoring considering the most recent discovery. You and Mingi wait on edge while she sleeps, Jongho eventually and almost silently slips in.
“Her vitamins were tainted.” He whispers to you both, “The boys are trying to determine if it was at home or not.”
Mingi sighed, running a hand through his hair before sitting diligently beside his wife again, “When they find out who it was I want to know.”
“Of course, but for now leave that to us and focus on her.” Jongho assures his friend as he sits beside you, “And why don’t you try and get some rest, hm?”
You nod feeling exhausted at the mention of rest now. Finding yourself dozing in the chair and leaning against Jongho’s shoulder in the process. Jolting awake when the man suddenly gets up. You feel somewhat rested, but still groggy as you attempt to piece together what’s going on. Looking around to notice that the power is out.
“Stay here and stay quiet,” Jongho whispers before he and Mingi sneak out of the room armed.
“Y/N, come help me up.” Mini insists, calling you over.
“You need to be resting!” You quietly hiss at her.
“Okay, and if they come through that door then I’m a sitting duck. Now help me up so that I’m ready in case something happens.” She counters and you sigh, but recognize that she has a point and so you move to help her. The woman then looks in Jongho’s bag to find a gun, something that makes you reach for the one you have hidden and pull it out too.
Mini quietly padded over to the door to listen and peak, only for her eyes to widen a moment later. Motioning to stay quiet and follow her as she sneaks out and across to the nurse’s station. Hiding you both under the table as you hear voices enter the hall.
“Check all the rooms, they have to be here somewhere.” You hear Yuta’s voice shouting through the hall before the click of a lighter a moment later, “Why don’t you girls go ahead and come out? We don’t bite. Well… not usually.”
“Just poison pregnant women then?” Jongho’s voice enters now, easing your anxiety some, but it also concerns you knowing how outnumbered he likely is.
“Ahh Jongho… you came too early! Spoiling the fun as usual.” Yuta muses, but what gets you to move is hearing the click of a gun safety. Standing and quickly putting the man behind Jongho in your aim.
“Y/N how good of you to join us. Now put that down before you hurt yourself.” Yuta tsks as if speaking to a small child.
“Not until he puts his down.” You counter firmly, making Yuta raise a brow.
He sighs looking at the man next, “Go ahead, she doesn’t have the guts to do anything anyways.”
The next few seconds are a blur, so many gunshots ringing out. The gun was hot in your shaking hands as the man behind Jongho crumpled, but not before getting his own shot off. That bullet grazed Jongho’s shoulder, setting off a chain reaction. The other boys raced in moments later to ensure that they had control of the situation. Jongho’s focus is on your trembling form. Cautiously taking the gun and pulling you into his embrace. Laughing a little when you snap out of it just long enough to scold Mini for standing so long and involving herself in the danger.
“You always have to be the mother, huh? Even when you’re in need.” Jongho tries to ease the mood some, rubbing your back and waiting to move you until the mess in the halls is cleaned up.
“You’re one to talk, you got shot.” You counter and he can’t help but kiss your pout.
“It’s not bad, besides better to wait for the power to be back to ask for help with it.” Jongho counters before seeing the concern still on your face, “It’s okay, just barely got me thanks to you.”
You nod silently, letting him move you back to Mini’s room. Only leaving your side to get patched up and then he’s back to sticking to you like glue. Mingi somehow gets you time to process everything later on by getting Jongho to go with him to get you all some food.
“Does it ever get easier?’ You finally ask Mini, a tremble still in your voice.
“Despite what the boys would say, no.” Mini answers with a soft sigh, “You learn that sometimes it's unavoidable in this world, but it never gets easier.”
“How do you live with it?” You watch as this time she struggles to answer.
“Realize that we do what we have to to keep our family safe and avoid it as much as possible.” Mini eventually finds a response for you, making you hum as you consider it, “Why? Do you regret it?”
“A part of me does, but I absolutely don’t regret protecting Jongho.” You answer her even if you’re confused about such emotions.
“Exactly, whether you pulled that trigger or not someone was going to die. You just made sure it wasn’t someone in our family.” Mini shrugs, “I won’t say that makes killing right, but unfortunately that’s a part of this life. That’s why Jongho wanted you away from this.”
“I’m still pissed about that, but I think I’m starting to comprehend the reasons now.” You admit.
“Don’t tell him that yet. Speaking of though, what has he done for you? Anywhere near enough yet?” She asks, eager for the details and making you chuckle at her antics.
Still, you give in, thinking that you both could probably use a change of topic for your emotions. Updating her on things between you and Jongho now. Trying not to laugh at her reactions to everything.
“Ooo you should get a Fiddle Leaf Fig and see how he handles that.” She muses and finally gets you to laugh as well.
“Don’t be a menace.” You shake your head, knowing how much you both have struggled at attempting that plant.
“No! You don’t understand! This is exactly the time to be a menace! Test that man’s patience! Get him the hell back!” She counters, making you laugh even harder.
“I think you need to calm down before you stress the baby out again.” You tell her, still chuckling along with her. Watching as she puts her hands up in surrender.
The boys soon returned with food. Mini raises a brow and mouths ‘simp’ to you when she sees you resting on Jongho’s good side. Making you stick your tongue out back, even if you can’t deny it. It seems to get late fast and soon the three of them are urging you to let Jongho take you home to get proper rest. Allowing some of the others to stay guard for the night while you recover from the events of the day.
Only it couldn’t be that simple, because that scene replays in your mind whenever you close your eyes. Leading you to finally concede and fight it to sleep. Going to the room that Jongho was staying in, stunning him.
“Can you come stay with me please?” You meekly ask, watching how Jongho scrambles and stumbles to come over to you.
“Of course,” Jongho tries to keep his excitement down knowing you needed comfort right now, not for him to add to the emotions. Letting you take the lead back to the bedroom and under the covers. Pulling you into his arms and against his chest, He even hums softly to try and help lull you to sleep even more. It is effective in getting you to do so for a while, eventually though you’re back to tossing and turning before you wake with a start from another nightmare. Jongho pouts at your panting, distressed form, getting your attention when he strokes your hair softly.
He lets out a little shocked sound when you practically lunge at him, lips pressed frantically against his. He’s not one to complain, however, eagerly returning the kiss after being deprived of your touch for so long. Letting you take the lead for now, after all, he did say he wouldn’t push anything, and that included this as much as it made his head spin and his logic fade away. Looking into your eyes very dazed when you break away to catch your breath.
“What was that for?” He finally decided to ask, though quickly panicking as your eyes started to well with tears.
“It’s haunting me… not that man I shot, but that it could have been you. Every time my eyes close it’s you like that instead of him. Jongho… I… I need you to prove something to me.” Your hand finds his cheek as a few tears fall onto his cheeks from where you are slightly hovering over your form.
“Anything love. Anything at all.” Jongho agrees without an ounce of hesitation.
“Prove to me that you’re actually here. I need you to show me… to feel you… and to know that should anything happen I didn’t miss out on the chance we have right now. I don’t want any regrets looming.” Your words have Jongho’s eyes widening, but he’s quick to recover. Carefully he flips both of you around before leaning down to kiss over the few tears still on your face.
“I’ll do all of that love and more… I’m going to show you how truly I love you. I know I was wrong and that I still have so much to make up for, but I refuse to let you live with any doubts about how deeply I feel for you and after tonight you won’t.” He assures so certainly that you felt something already starting to bloom in your heart. Jongho is the one initiating the kiss now though it’s no less desperate or breathless. His hands are delicate as they start to trace under his shirt on your form, something he swore was sexier than any lingerie. Still, it had been some time and emotions were high, so he wanted to pace himself, truly revel in this moment as he took his time with you.
Jongho breaks away from your lips to lean down and leaves a string of kisses over the skin he is slowly exposing as if mapping every inch of your skin with his lips. His touches are the softest you have ever felt in an intimate moment with him, not that you would complain about it ever, especially in such an emotionally vulnerable moment in which you both needed such reassurance. Eventually, he crosses the expanse of your skin and leaves to fully remove your shirt. He moves to trace his way back towards your bra, moaning against your skin when he feels your hands under his shirt. Taking his place as the one with a possessive touch, fingers digging in slightly as if you fear he’ll slip away, something he hopes leaves marks behind for him to admire. Hoping that it leaves him something that will prove your love for him hasn’t disappeared. Jongho decides that he wants to leave a few reminders for you as well. Leaning in with a purpose after removing your bra to reveal everything to him now. The most beautiful blank canvas just waiting to be painted in an array of warm and meaningful colors.
“Jongho you’re going too slow.” You whine, squirming impatiently.
“No such thing sweetheart, not when I’m doing it to remind every inch of you of my devotion.” Jongho counters, chuckling darkly at the whimper you let out.
He seems to show you some mercy though, that or he can’t deny you after the way he had been craving you. Either way, you’re not complaining when his hand slips into your pants, his middle finger finding your clit and rubbing with light pressure. Enough to give you a taste of relief, but not nearly enough to get you where you wanted. Jongho visibly shudders at the sounds you’re making.
“Jongho I’m not gonna cum like this.” You complain softly between little panting moans.
“Love it’s not supposed to make you cum. It’s just supposed to make you absolutely dripping before I have a taste.” He tells you, loving how you gasp at the lewd explanation of what he wants to do and the implications behind it.
“Okay, but … please… I’m so touch-deprived.” You admit in a quiet voice, flustering at the admission.
“Oh? You didn’t take Wooyo up on his offer?” He muses, nipping at your breasts again before starting another mark.
“No. Never. You know I’m a good girl. I didn’t even touch myself.” You admit looking up at him with misty eyes.
Jongho feels his cock twitch, but he doesn’t know what affects him more, your revelation or your tears, “ You are a good girl. The best girl.”
The praise affects you so much, and Jongho can feel it go straight to your core. He pulls away just to remove the rest of your clothes, letting you remove his shirt almost aggressively. Then he’s between your legs, giving you little time to admire his chest. Instead, you get his back and his face, well the part of his face that isn’t occupied. Jongho is very content to be between your shaky thighs as he worships your cunt. Intent on getting up every last drop of you as if he’s been deprived of water for days. The switch from nearly no stimulation to an overwhelming amount is almost unbearable, but this is what you asked for. Though it is so much after so long without and soon Jongho is trapped between your thighs as you hold him in place feeling your release hit. Jongho cooing softly when you finally release him from your trembling thighs.
“Oh love, I’m not done with my meal yet.” Jongho smirks at you before licking his glistening lips, “After all, we do have to make up for lost time, but don’t worry you’ll sleep once I’m done with you.”
Three hours. That’s how long Jongho was content eating you out. You’d feel more flustered at that level of attention on you were it not for how far gone you were. That and how Jongho came untouched after your third orgasm. It was all just too much for him to handle. He had paused just long enough to undress and let you catch your breath. Jongho leans in to kiss you softly now, bringing you back to reality and him, if not only to change that back in a few moments. His tip prodding at your sensitive entrance, slow to push in due to your sensitivity, and his even if he would deny it should you ask.
“So good Jongho.” You moan out, drooling a little in your daze at the stretch.
“Take it all in sweetheart, this is all for you. Always.” Jongho assures, leaning down onto his elbows on either side of you. He places a few sweet kisses on your neck before starting to move.
Jongho always fucks you with a purpose, but today his thrusts are a different kind of precise, a different kind of purposeful. As if he’s trying to prove that he still remembers everything about you even now, even after your time apart. The thought makes your head spin.
“Am I already losing you, love?” He asks, seeing how dazed out you are as you look up at him, lost in the feeling as he speeds up his thrusts. Fingers finding your clit again and you swear you’re seeing hearts when he leans down to lick away your drool.
“Oh my god Jongho! I love you!” Your words urge him to do even more, the pace picking up further as your confession sends him hurtling towards his end.
“I love you too… so much it’s crazy.” Jongho returns the sentiment. Spiraling as he sees tears glistening on your cheeks now, chanting out a mantra of love confessions and his name. It’s too much for him and he’s cumming before you, fingers moving intently on your clit to bring you over the edge too, though really the feeling of him stuffing you full of his cum is your demise.
You feel Jongho move to pull out, but you’re faster, securing your legs around his hips, “ Don’t you dare, stay with me like this all night.”
Your demand makes him chuckle, tapping your thigh, “At least release me so that I can make us more comfortable.”
You give in letting him go so he can carefully flip you both around, staying inside. Settling you against his chest before pulling the blanket over you both. Gently rubbing your back and humming, planning for that to calm you enough to settle in for some sleep finally. Chuckling when he realizes that you’re already asleep.
“I told you I would tire you out.” He whispers, kissing your forehead, “I love you.”
The rest of your night is blissful and allows you to rest enough to feel refreshed. Only to wake up and feel Jongho still inside of you, definitely with more than just morning wood. I guess that was to be expected though after a night of cockwarming.
He smirks up at you with a playful glint in his eyes, “Round 2?”
“Fine, but this time I have something to prove.” You say, pushing up off his chest to sit in his lap.
“I’d like to see you try.”
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“Okay, what’s that look about?” You finally cave and ask Mini.
“You’re practically glowing. This is the happiest you’ve been in months.” She tells you, grinning a little from her spot, “I bet Jongho made it up to you real good.”
Her wink makes you blush, “Pfft…” You go to play it off until seeing her face, “Is it really that obvious?”
“Oh painfully so. You really needed to get dicked down that bad, huh?” She can’t help but take the opportunity presented to tease.
“Excuse me! Which one of us is currently pregnant? And you have the audacity to comment on my sex life.” You counter, though it only seems to make her laugh more. You go to say something else, but get quiet as the boys enter.
“Hi love, what are you talking about?” Jongho asks as you and Mini exchange a look.
“Just life.” Mini saves you by answering, to which you are quick to nod in agreement.
“I’ve got to go. We got a lead on Yuta’s group and they’re pissed we have him. Stay here with Mingi and Mini. I’ll pick you up later.” Jongho tells you, smiling at your quiet okay before kissing you and leaving.
“He’ll be fine,” Mini assures you after Jongho leaves.
“Will you stop making me feel obvious!” You sigh looking at her as Mingi chuckles and shakes his head.
“No, but if you insist on a change in topic I can give you one.” Mini offers, smiling as if she doesn’t constantly try to drive you crazy.
“What is it now?” You ask, but you can’t help but smile at your friend’s antics.
“We’re moving, someplace with better security, but I don’t trust the hooligans to do anything but the grunt work. Which for the most part is fine, but can you just make sure that the nursery ends up the right way, please? That way if I am here until little one comes there’s a place set up.” Mini’s words hurt your heart a little, but you nod assuring her it’ll be cared for.
“Of course, when do you need me to do that?” You ask and now Mingi answers, urging his wife to try and rest.
“Jongho is coming to the moving day, so he knows. I’ll be there too, so I know how it’s supposed to be.” He tells you, but that makes your brows furrow.
“Then who will be with Mini?” You worry looking over at your drowsy friend.
“Hongjoong. He’s good at keeping her occupied and he doesn’t want to do heavy lifting or install security, so.” Mingi tells you and you nod.
“Should have known.” You chuckle, debating saying more but stopping yourself.
“I know Y/N. You don’t have to say it.” Mingi snickers.
“God damn it, not you too Mingi!” You huff at his ability to read you too, just as easily as Mini could.
Their moving day was the following week, meeting all the boys at the house early in the morning. Noticing Mingi’s conflicted feelings and going to hug him. You knew they loved this house, but also that their safety was more important. Helping load up the first car before heading to the new place and taking over there. Having Yunho help with the few rooms needing paint and unloading the necessities as they came. Wooyoung insists on helping in the nursery if not just to constantly be bumping into you.
“So I heard you and Jongho made up. Guess that means my offer needs to be revoked.” He muses, playfully batting his lashes at you.
“Maybe you should make me an offer, it might get you somewhere,” Jongho says, entering the room just in time to hear Wooyoung and make him jump.
“I was just joking, boss.” Wooyoung chuckles nervously as he speaks.
“I wasn’t,” Jongho responds without missing a beat, settling down to start constructing some furniture.
“You mean it’s a possibility?” Wooyoung asks as both of you look at Jongho rather stunned.
“It just might be. Though there is only one way for you to find out, isn’t there?” Jongho doesn’t even look up from his task, speaking as if this is the most commonplace conversation.
You and Wooyoung are speechless as you go back to your tasks, not quite sure how to react to that. Not bringing anything about that up the rest of the day, or so you thought. What happened coming up as you and Jongho drove home that night?
“Love, how would you feel about others joining us in bed?’ His words almost make you choke as you sip on some water.
“Oh my god… did Wooyoung actually ask?’ You look at him incredulously.
“No.” Jongho chuckles, smiling as you breathe out a sigh, untensing slightly, “He had San do it for them, but I think it’s time someone teaches Wooyoung something.”
You gawk at him, “I mean they’re hot and I don’t know that I’m opposed. It’s just the thought had never crossed my mind as I was always happy being yours.”
“Well they’re on their way to our place, so if you change your mind then send them home, but otherwise.” Jongho glances over to take in your look of disbelief.
“What are you doing to teach Woo?” Your curiosity gets the better of you.
“That he can look, but not touch what’s mine.” Jongho almost growls out and that’s the final nail in your coffin. Now you have to see how this plays out.
You tried to settle in somewhat at home, despite knowing the boys would be arriving soon. Wooyoung is giddy as soon as he sees you, his smirk falling when San stops him from going to you. San and Jongho exchanged a look that made you feel like they had had a separate conversation.
“You see Wooyoung… if you’re going to be here then you’re going to play by my rules,” Jongho speaks up and you hear him getting closer before you feel him against your back.
Wooyoung nods eagerly, eyes barely flicking to Jongho as he watches you, “ Yeah, of course. What rules?”
“No touching. Oh, and you won’t be cumming inside.” Jongho lays out the few, but powerful rules.
You watch as Wooyoung processes what Jongho has said, jaw-dropping, “ I - what?”
“You heard him.” San is behind Wooyoung as he speaks in his ear, hand gripping his jaw, “You can’t agree to those rules? Then we’re leaving and you get nothing.”
You don’t feel like you should be as turned on by them as you are. Jongho seems to pick up on it though, chuckling as his hands run up and down your waist.
“It would be a real shame if you left, someone is all excited.” Jongho shares, smirking at how Wooyoung looks between you all biting his lip.
“I-I can follow those rules.” Wooyoung agrees quietly even if everyone can tell that it’ll be a challenge for him.
“Good. Then why don’t we all go to the bedroom?” Jongho kisses your temple, “ Go get settled love.”
You go off slightly ahead of the others, removing some of your clothes along the way. Sitting on the bed in just your bra and panties, taking a breath to settle some of your nerves. Only to tense when San enters the room first, the man coming over and offering his hand to you, which you take after a moment.
“You seem nervous. Is it the good kind? Or?” San asks, trying to gauge how you are feeling.
“No, it's the good kind. I just… I’ve never done something like this before. I never expected this from Jongho either.” You admit flustering when he chuckles in response.
“Just because someone is possessive doesn’t mean they’re opposed.” San tells you with a chuckle, “I’m a prime example of that. I mean have you seen how I am with Woo?”
That makes you laugh a little, breaking some of the tension. Jongho and Wooyoung enter as you do. Jongho and San smiling as you ease up, but Wooyoung seems like the jittery one now. Not that it stops him from immediately blurting out what he wants.
“Can I eat her out at least? I’ll keep my hands to myself.” Wooyoung whines, squirming under Jongho’s gaze as San raises a brow at the interaction.
Jongho removed his shirt before settling behind you and leaning you back against him, “Go ahead, but the second you touch her you’re done.”
That’s all Wooyoung needs to hear, crawling onto the bed to get between your legs as Jongho holds them open. Jongho only moves his hand to rip your panties off, Wooyoung whimpering at how soaked you are. Wasting no time to lean in and start lapping you up.
San tsks, joining you all on the bed, gripping Wooyoung’s hair earning a moan from him, “This isn’t about you slut, this is about her. Now make her actually feel good.”
Wooyoung’s motions become more concentrated, and less sloppy, under San’s guidance. Jongho kissing over your neck as he keeps you still as if that would help stop your squirming.
“Look at all the pretty marks Jongho left on her Woo, I bet you wish they were yours.” San gets under his skin, making him whimper against you. A feeling that you’re quickly getting addicted to. One that gets replicated a moment later when San pins down Wooyoung’s hand as it snakes your way.
“San just saved you from having to be stopped.” Jongho chuckles and you feel it deep in his chest as you lean against him. Reaching back to practically claw at him looking for something grounding.
“She’s losing it Woo, don’t break the rules now. We wouldn’t want to deny the good girl because of your bad behavior.” San eggs him on, Wooyoung squirming as he attempts to respond only for San to tsk and bury him deeper between your legs with a growled out ‘focus’.
Wooyoung’s whimpering and moaning send you over the edge quickly after. San gives him a moment to ride you through it until he’s tightening his grip on Wooyoung’s hair and ripping him away from you. Wooyoung looking just as dazed out as you do.
“She’s sweet.” Wooyoung practically moans out, squirming in San’s grip.
“Yeah? You gonna share?” San asks him with a smirk and Wooyoung doesn’t need to be asked twice, he’s quick to lock lips with San, sharing your taste with him. Making you moan quietly at the sight, already getting worked up again.
“Sweetheart, shouldn’t you thank San for making sure Wooyoung was good?” Jongho tucks your hair behind your ears, nodding at San who quickly undresses.
“What about me?” Wooyoung whines, picking up on where this is going.
“You can sit down, shut up, and enjoy the show. If you’re good, maybe I’ll be generous enough to let you cum on her face.” Jongho’s words motivate Wooyoung to listen. Well, for the time being anyway. The antsy boy moves to sit down and watch as you lean forward to get a taste of San. Easing him into your mouth, letting you both settle into the feeling. Jongho waits until you’ve fully taken San before his fingers ease into you, slowly working to stretch you out while you suck San off.
“Look at you please me so good while Jongho makes you feel good and gets you ready for his cock.” San praises, hands weaving into your hair, making you moan, but also alerting you to a trend of his, “Oh baby girl likes praise, huh?”
“She’s obsessed with it actually,” Jongho answers from behind you with a deep chuckle.
“You hear that Woo? Why don’t you tell her how good she’s being? Make yourself useful.” The way they would switch up, especially San between how they treated you and Wooyoung was giving you whiplash.
“You look like the prettiest little slut for them.” Wooyoung gasps out, gripping at the armrests to ground himself, or at least attempt to.
“Yah! Nice words Wooyoung!” San scolds, but doesn’t sound as firm as before with how you’re making him feel.
“That one is alright, it makes her feel a certain way. She is a little dirty after all.” Jongho smirks having felt how the word affected you as he torments you just a tad with his slow pace.
“See she’s being good, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t like it filthy. I bet she’d love it if you made a mess of her San. It would be so pretty if you painted her face.” Wooyoung is leaning forward now, barely holding himself back. Lip caught between his teeth when San throws his head back in a moan, “You’re gonna make him cum Y/N. Go on, drive him crazy, make him lose it.”
You miss the look Jongho throws San from behind you, but it has San regain enough control to pull out of your mouth, cumming over your face instead.
“Well Woo, this is what you wanted, so why don’t you go clean that up for her?” San words it as a question, but his tone gives you the feeling that it is more of a demand.
“Of course.” Wooyoung leans forward to playfully lick San’s tip before he pushes him away with a growl. Wooyoung standing to come to you now. Still heading the no-touch rule as he licks up San’s release, not leaving a drop behind.
“Oh, so you can follow the rules.” Jongho quips, stripping behind you.
“Only when I want to,” Wooyoung smirks back, reaching out only for San to stop him. Pinning both of Wooyoung’s hands behind his back in just one of his. Meanwhile, Jongho is getting you on your hands and knees in front of them.
“We’re here to enjoy the show. Don’t forget your place, Wooyoung.” San growls into Woo’s ear. Freehand gripping his jaw and making him watch your face contort in pleasure as Jongho bottoms out inside of you.
“Such a pretty sight isn’t it?” San continues to goad Wooyoung, hand leaving his jaw to slowly pump Wooyoung’s cock, “Jongho making his girl feel so perfectly good. I bet you wish that it was you, don’t you?”
Wooyoung nods dramatically as he whines, “ Yeah, but she’s not mine.”
“Whose is she Wooyoung?” Jongho growls out the question, hands firmly gripping your hips. Thrusts hitting all the best spots as they talk over you, about you.
“She’s yours Jongho.” Wooyoung cries out in desperation, though you think that is mostly due to San’s actions.
“And who do you belong to Woo?” San asks firmly, picking up his pace to match Jongho’s. The two wind up both you and Wooyoung at the same time, at the same pace.
“You Sannie! Please!” Wooyoung whimpers, sniffling a little bit.
“You’ll cum when she cums.” San insists the two watch as Jongho brings you over the edge by adding his fingers to your clit, making you cry out, “Go ahead, Woo.”
That’s all it takes for Wooyoung to cum on your face. Jongho cumming only seconds later. All of you feel rather spent after that.
“Guest room.” Jongho nods in a direction as well in answer to the silent question San had asked. San nods and gets Wooyoung out and over there. Jongho’s full attention is on you now, carrying you to the bathroom. He gets into the shower with you, keeping you stable while your legs are still shaky and massaging out any potentially sore muscles. Cleaning you up to get ready for bed.
The night full of restful sleep, at least until Wooyoung barges in at crack ass o’clock giving you both a fucking heart attack, “EVERYONE GET YOUR ASSES UP! WE HAVE TO GO! THE BABY IS COMING!”
The way Wooyoung is losing his mind you would think it was his child coming. Still, you’re all awake now, scrambling to get everything you need in order and get to the hospital as quickly as you can. Finding most of the other guys already in the waiting room.
“She’s in labor, but last we heard the baby was looking healthy, just a little small since it's still kind of early.” Seonghwa updates you, smiling when you go to ask a follow-up question, “No complications with her either last we heard.”
“Thank god!” Wooyoung sighs out flopping down in a chair, “If my little niece or nephew comes out hurt those fuckers will be in for it.”
You chuckle, but feel similarly, knowing the danger they were just under. You may have stepped away for a while to process the truth, but they were still your family.
A few hours later, coffee runs later, and Mingi comes out, beaming. Clearly, he’s happy, so not too much to worry about, but you’re still holding your breath waiting for the actual news.
“Well you all officially have a nephew,” Mingi says, giggling a little from how giddy he is right now.
“I knew it! Pay up!” Wooyoung cheers, holding his hand out to San who’s pouting a little. A few of the other boys followed suit and collected bets.
“How are they?” You ask Mingi while they celebrate a little.
“They checked him out and he seems fine. They want us to stay for about a week right now to make sure he puts on weight and everything. She’s tired and will probably be ready to eat soon, but her focus is on him right now.” Mingi tells you, bringing you some relief, “You guys can go in, but we just need to keep the volume down.
The words are barely out of Mingi’s mouth before Wooyoung is heading in, loud down the hall, but quiet the second his hand is on the door handle. The rest of you are not far behind. Smiling at the sight of the baby boy lying on Mini’s chest, all swaddled up and sleeping. Wooyoung stopped by the bed to stare at him in awe.
“What’s his name?” Wooyoung whispers his question making Mini chuckle a tiny bit.
“His name is Hajoon.” She tells you all, proudly looking at the baby boy.
“I love him. I’m going to be his favorite uncle.” Wooyoung determines, making you laugh and moving him away a little so you can go to Mini’s side.
“How are you doing?” You ask checking in on her.
“I’m exhausted, but I want to hold him some more before I sleep.” She tells you and you nod figuring as much.
“Do you need anything right now then? Food or anything?” You change your question and she thinks this one over more before nodding.
“I kinda want something bad for me. I’m tired of hospital food …. Another blanket would be nice too. The IV they have me on is giving me chills.” She answers and you nod.
“I’m on it.” You head out, Jongho and Seonghwa tagging along.
“I’ll get the blanket,” Seonghwa says before heading off, leaving you and Jongho to handle the food.
Jongho handled the driving since you were the one who knew her orders better after the time together in the safe house. Doing the food run as quickly as possible to get it back to her. Laughing a little at how excited she got just at the sight of food. Mingi was going to take Hajoon from her so she could eat.
“Can I hold him?” Wooyoung asks, noticing the opportunity. Mingi laughs and hands his son over, only the boy wakes up and starts to cry making Wooyoung pout. A few of the other boys were scared of trying then.
“I’ll hold him.” Jongho surprises you a little by speaking up, delicately taking the baby who slowly stops crying as he looks up at your husband.
Jongho smiling at your stunned look, “What?”
“Just didn’t expect this is all.” You admit, watching them fondly.
Jongho shrugs, leaning in, “Well if I’m going to make comments about breeding you all the time I should get some practice in with babies.”
He winks after whispering that to you, laughing when you gasp looking at him incredulously, and smack his arm.
“Oh, you’re done now. Give me the baby. You’ve lost privileges.” You say taking the little boy from him, but he doesn’t argue enjoying seeing you with the baby.
Sitting there all together in the hospital you realized you had forgiven them. Sure there was still a mix of emotions and an upset over some things, but you held no grudges. No, you weren’t going anywhere anymore. This was your family, no matter what they did. You had to settle into this life still, and you had to repair bridges of trust and communication, but they would always be your family. Laying your head on Jongho’s head as you hold the baby, content at this moment. Content in this. Content having a home in them, in Jongho.
#fic: masquerade#ateez fic#ateez x reader#ateez smut#ateez imagines#jongho smut#jongho x reader#jongho angst#jongho fluff
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Alright I know the gag of people asking for spoilers has been run into the ground by this point but I think it’s still funny so here goes:
Hey can you describe the upcoming plot in very specific detail? Actually maybe you could draw it so it’s easier to follow the action. Although drawing and writing all of that at once might be a lot to handle, so you could release it in batches every once in a while instead of all at once. It would be like some sort of webcomic! Then we could read the updates and learn the plot as we get new pages! What a neat concept, am I right?
idk man, that seems like a great concept, but I'm afraid it's a bit far-fetched.
Do you really think anyone would read that? Like, pay attention to the dialogue and understand what the characters are saying? Figure out small bits of foreshadowing in order to theorize effectively about what could happen next? Consider larger themes and put them together with how the characters act to understand the author's intended meaning beyond just the surface-level, at-face-value reading and shallow interpretation of only what is immediately apparent on the page?
It feels like it could be something... but I just don't know.
#comics tell stories: big if true#things that will happen in the comic will be revealed through chronologically logical events presented by the author!#chekhov answers#meta#thank you for the laugh#this is good
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