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n3ptoonz · 4 months

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'Sigh of Relief'

Pairing: Kuai Liang!Scorpion/GN!Reader

Fandom: Mortal Kombat 1 (2023)

Warnings/tags: Smut!!! Explicit!!! technically exhibitionism/public sex, implied size kink??, mutual sexual frustration, missionary to doggy, creampie, you two are like some horny ass teenagers, not proofread

Word count: 1.8k+

shoutout @valyrra for the prompt she came up with that inspired me writing this!!

additional tag: @genesiswrld since you were there in the comment section LOL

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These past few days have been excruciating for the both of you. Every spot you thought was secure, someone would always be walking past or looking for one of you. It would always start with kissing and touching, but even before an article of clothing could be lifted, you were back to ground zero.

You couldn't even help yourselves. Throughout the mission there'd be subtle moments where you'd purposely brush past his arm or his hand remained on your shoulder for a moment longer than he should've in front of everyone. It was a dangerous game to play, but that aspect alone riled both of you up to new levels.

To make matters worse, the group always moved together. Be damned if somebody were to slip away for a second to even use the bathroom. It was understandable at some points since you all were appointed for something important, but still!

Kuai Liang always held his duties with high regard and respect...but damn it was hard to focus whenever you were in uniform. The way you walked, the way you talked, the way you fought, he felt so lucky to call you his--even if your relationship had to remain a secret for the time being.

While the groups were a bit separated from each other and looking for clues in pairs, you and Kuai Liang took off to wherever looked the least occupied, hands locked with each other's. Once you reached an area deemed fit, you shamelessly started making out behind a large tree. All out of breath and quickly grabbing at each other because you both knew it wouldn't be long before someone noticed you two were gone.

He nipped at your earlobe and slightly exposed neck from pulling your uniform shirt apart with care. Your chest heaved from your breath being taken away by just running a minute ago but also, Kuai Liang just had that effect on you. His warm hands tucked under your shirt and squeezed at the flesh on your torso, making you gasp and him chuckle before kissing you once more.

"Kuai..." you mumbled against his lips, halfway caring about being caught if you two didn't stop soon. "We have to..." your words trailed off again. You hummed against him and glided your hand over the top of his head. You were mindful not to accidentally make his bun become undone because then all types of questions would arise.

He pulled away with a disappointed look on his face, resting his forehead on yours. "I know, baby, I know...I don't know how much more of this I can handle." he whispered. He pecked you on the lips before reluctantly backing up and surveying the area.

Like clockwork, you heard some of your teammates calling out your names in the same direction you both ran from. You both groan in frustration.

"You think they would freak if we didn't show?" you asked, already knowing the answer and what his reaction would be. Was he opposed to ditching his responsibilities just to take you where you stand? Of course not. But that stern look he always gives you never failed.

You didn't even need to respond since you both understood the situation at hand, it just really sucked you were interrupted before he could get into character.

Nightfall came and everyone has finally been able to settle down into their respective camps. Another painful day of barely being able to touch each other has passed, and it feels like you both will go nuts. While at the campfire Kuai Liang never took his eyes off of you. It was only the few times someone would ask him to hand him an item that he'd avert his gaze. Otherwise, the light from the fire bounced off his beautifully sculpted features and made his eyes look all the more tantalizing.

Everyone has now began to fall asleep. So you'd think it'd be simple to just sneak over to the other's tent, right? Wrong. With there being patrol shifts, the universe was truly against you two relieving stress.

You were starting to drift off while waiting for a good chance to strike. With all these twists and turns it was seeming like good sex was just not in your itinerary.

You took a quick nap, although it felt way longer than 20 minutes. You whirred awake to the feeling of another presence in your tent. When you looked up and saw Kuai Liang just chilling next to your sleeping form, it startled you. He quickly looked over and covered your mouth with his palm, his index finger up to his lips to signal for you to not be loud.

"How did you-" you said. Your question was muffled but he could put context clues together. You get that he's a ninja, but damn!

"You left your tent flap open. Was that on purpose?" he asked in a hushed tone and a growing smirk on his face.

You removed his hand and sat up to sit like he was, rubbing your eye to wake yourself up more and crawling into his lap. It's a good thing everybody was provided with roomy tents, but you probably couldn't cared less about the size especially in a situation like this.

"Maybe it was." you whispered. You held his face in your hands and gazed down at him as you kissed him slow. He kissed you back without hesitation, removing your hands to wrap around his neck. He did the same thing as earlier, except he made the attempt to remove your clothes this time. He unbuttoned your shirt and pulled the remaining over your head. Now you were half bare before him, slightly shivering from the lack of layers.

But obviously that would last long when you were with a walking space heater. He too discarded his shirt before pulling you close once again to let his lips dance with yours.

Kuai Liang gently flipped you over to lay on your back while he discarded the rest of your attire, wasting no time leaving a trail of kisses from your neck to your abdomen as more layers came off. It wasn't long until he did the same. He softly hummed in content at the sight of you before him. In his eyes you were nothing short of perfect for him. He wanted to ravish and cherish you with every last fiber in his body.

He leaned over you to where your noses were barely touching. You've made eye contact with him and plenty of people plenty of times, but it was rare times like this it made you a nervous wreck while you still wouldn't dare to look away. He looked at you with such love and respect, you'd almost forget he would wake the whole camp up if he was really about that.

"Stay as quiet as you can, okay?" he said softly, caressing the side of your face and dipping his head into the crook of your neck. He didn't even wait for an answer before filling you with all he had. It had been a long time since you've been intimate with him. His duties were always his main focus, but he'd never purposely disregard your needs. That's why it didn't bother you very much.

He wasn't huge, but he wasn't small either. A perfect medium length and width wise. It took everything in you to quiet yourself as you wrapped your legs around his waist. Your own hand resting over your mouth so you don't just suddenly give the camp a scare with your moans.

He kept panting in your ear. He had truly forgotten how good you felt around him, it made him nearly start to hallucinate.

"You still- feel so good-" he said with strain. Every thrust of his hips connecting between your legs made you want to cry.

You just quietly moan in response. What else can you really do? Surely you can't call his name out in ecstasy or tug on his hair to make him do the same.

At this rate you both were nearing the finish line, but neither of you wanted to stop just yet. It had been too long of too many nights of just settling for hugs and kisses. Nothing wrong with it, but you'd never expect him to have the energy to put a dent into the mattress after a long day of leading a new clan.

He shakily pulled out, making your eyes shoot open at the lost feeling inside you. He sat up with his chest heaving and sweat running down his toned chest.

"Turn over." he said in between breaths. He took his bun out and ran his fingers through his own hair. You haven't seen him look this determined since the day he came home with recruits. You did what he wanted without question: now on all fours and impatiently patiently waiting.

If he was doing what you think he was about to...it was about to be even more challenging to not make a sound. He simply pressed himself back inside you, and before you could even think to audibly react, you now had a mouth full of his massive bicep wrapped around you. And in an instant, there was not a thought behind those eyes. Imagine a windows shutdown sound, that's exactly what's going on here.

Kuai Liang had no problem fucking you as if there was nobody else around. How he was able to make it feel like your body could fall limp at any second while keeping the sound of his hips hitting your ass at a minimum should be studied.

Your hands balled up the sleeping mat that was underneath you. If only you could see yourself now: cross eyed and drooling over being caged in like this. Kuai Liang is a big guy; it runs in the family. You didn't need to be so little in order for him to tower over you physically or figuratively.

It was about that time. The growing hot sensations in the pit your stomachs was about to pass through.

"Almost there." he huffed out.

At the climax, he pulled you against his chest and kissed you, drinking in any sound you just couldn't hold back any longer. He just held you close to him while he pumped you full of his warm seed. Once he backed up he remained still inside you, keeping your balance while you came back to reality.

You collapsed into each other's arms on the sleeping mat, still catching your breaths. You let out a sigh of relief as you held him. Thank the Elder Gods your tents were all spaced out, otherwise you would've definitely been heard. Though, nobody would dare to question the Grandmaster of the Shirai Ryu or who he lays next to at night.

a/n: thank you for reading! i hope this was good this took a while cause i have a cold 😵‍💫 i'm so tempted to write some of the mk cast taking care of me reader LMAOOO also happy holidays everyone!!

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redtsundere-writes · 23 days

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Jinx | Sukuna Ryomen

mma fighter!sukuna ryomen x femalecoach!reader

Part 9. Don't Know

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Synopsis: Sukuna is a world champion with anger issues. It's believed by many that he is untrainable. Yeah, you can't train him, but you can dominate him. Contents: Fighting. Sukuna being Sukuna. Female reader being dom. Jinx AU (the BL, not the character from lol) Warnings: Cursed words. Fighting. Sexual harassment. I only read it once, lmao Word count: 2722 words. A/N: Shoutout to @ghosts-girl_ on IG for sending me a Sukuna fanart that was inspired by this fic! Tysm <3!

Btw I made a PLAYLIST

Going back to the hospital always scared me. I always enter the doctor��s office with sweaty hands while imagining the worst in my mind. The white and neat walls, decorated with informative posters about the importance of exercising regularly. The light gray floor was freshly waxed, I could see my scared face reflected in it. There were a few fake plants around to make the place look less intimidating.

The doctor was asking me questions about my lifestyle over the past six months while typing incessantly on the computer perched in the middle of the large desk. The doctor took out the new x"ray that had been taken of my neck and inspected it in front of the light screen. He didn't say anything, he just analyzed her very carefully to not make a wrong diagnosis. My manager, Mei Mei, came with me this time for support despite having a tight schedule. She noticed I was nervous, so she patted me on the back to calm me down.

“Do you think she can fight soon, Doc?" Mei Mei asked him my biggest concern.

“Her neck has completely healed, if she wanted, she could fight tonight,” the doctor answered with a smile.

A sigh of relief escaped my lips at the wonderful news I had awaited for so long. 3 years to be precise. I was out of the octagon for 3 years on medical recommendation so that my neck would heal completely and avoid future injuries. My face was about to cry with joy, so I hid it in my hands. I was about to reborn, I already wanted to return to the gym with my team to train like in the old days. Start again, conquer the battlefield and recover the title that was taken from me.

Mei Mei and I left the office to meet my friend and training partner, Nobara, who was waiting for us along with Mei Mei's younger brother, Ui Ui. I told her the good news, and she hugged me happily. We used to do everything together before I was injured, now we could go back to our routine as if nothing had happened.

“Everyone will be very happy when they see you back at the gym,” Nobara said excitedly.

“Finally,” I sighed heavily jokingly. “Mei Mei, shall I ask you to gather the team?” I asked her nicely.

Mei Mei was in charge of ensuring that my schedule was met without delays. She was the one who organizes my fights, gathers athletes for special training, hires doctors, etc. She was always busy, but she never let me out of her sight. Not only that, but she always took care of my my needs even though Team Black gives me everything I need. I told her not to worry so much in several occasions, but she always responded with “you never know.”

"I'm already on it, darling. Also, since your appearances with Ryomen, there are several sponsors interested in you,” Mei Mei reminded me of the unexpected kiss Sukuna gave me after his crushing victory against Naoya a couple of weeks ago. "Your life will return to normal in no time."

"When do you plan to come back?” Nobara asked me excitedly.

"I don't know yet, I have to talk to Sukuna's manager to agree on a release date and find a replacement,” I replied.

"When you have the date, let me know,” Mei Mei asked me without taking her eyes off her phone.

"When you return, could you bring me something signed by the King of the Ring?". Ui Ui asked excitedly.

"I'll see what I can do,” I answered honestly.

Mei Mei and Ui Ui left after that. Once we lost sight of them, Nobara took my hands to approach my face curiously. I moved away from her face at the unexpected proximity. When I saw her eyes sparkling from excitement, I could imagine what she wanted.

"So… You and Sukuna, huh?" she asked excitedly.

Since living with him, I have noticed that our relationship had improved, but only as a coach-athlete relationship. I haven't noticed that he treats me sweeter, that he gives me flirtatious glances or that he gets nervous when I am around. He continues to act as the same fearsome Sukuna as always.

My feelings towards him have also increased. When I have to watch him to make sure he does the exercises, my mind travels back to the passionate nights we've had together. I can no longer see his hands without thinking about how he holds me by the waist or his face without imagining him moaning my name. He made me blush without even trying, I was fed up. It was so frustrating not being able to do my job well.

"There’s nothing between me and Sukuna,” I answered, removing my hands from the grip.

"Don’t lie to me! Everyone saw that passionate kiss he gave you!" Nobara scolded while pretending to make out with herself.

"Sukuna only did it to annoy Naoya," I answered, trying to downplay it…

…but I couldn't ignore it. After that night, my perspective on Sukuna had completely changed. I wasn't surprised that I fell in love with him, I mean, I have a reputation for choosing the worst possible men. I had to get rid of this feeling as soon as I could. If I could do it while I lived with him, great, but I knew perfectly well that after asking for my resignation, Sukuna would throw me out and this feeling would go away on its own like a cold.

"And how are you so sure that he doesn't like you?" Nobara asked me.

The idea that Sukuna was interested in me in that way was tempting. It wasn't crazy considering we've already slept together twice, and he kissed me on international television, but I highly doubted that was the case. Yuuji had told me that Sukuna wasn't interested in having a girlfriend and I doubt that will change anytime soon.

“Impossible,” I answered without further ado.

"Oh, come on! Men never kiss woman just because,” Nobara argued.

"What do you know know about men? You're a lesbian,” I joked.

"I know how they behave when they like a girl, it's what we have in common," she challenged me.

My heart wanted to believe her, but my mind warned me with red flags that I shouldn't. Being in love is complicated.

At first, I had a hard time adjusting to living with Sukuna. I lived alone for so long that I forgot how it was living with someone. Quickly, I could adapt to his cold attitude in the morning, seeing him walk around the house wet and with a towel wrapped around his slutty waist, and listening to his complaints when we left the gym. Sukuna is the one who pays for everything, the only thing I could contribute to the house was to cook for him from time to time if the cook was not available. I couldn't help but feel like a sugar baby, but that feeling went away every time I used the magnificent indoor pool.

The microwave announcing that my popcorn was ready brought me out of my thoughts. I was preparing myself some popcorn as tonight's fights began. The schedule was not very exciting, except for the main fight. The fight for the heavyweight division championship between Toji Fushiguro and Aoi Todo. A battle between two powerful giants of the UFC.

I returned to the kitchen to prepare the popcorn to my liking in a bowl. I opened the refrigerator to look for the juice I had bought before I got home. Being a high-performance athlete, Sukuna's smart refrigerator only served to store large amounts of chicken breast, vegetables, and sparkling water. If I wanted something with sugar or “chemicals”, I had to buy it myself and hide it so as not to tempt Sukuna's appetite. As I closed the door, I noticed the new dietary regimen that Sukuna's nutritionist had asked hm to follow.

"Chicken, rice, and broccoli for 4 days straight? No wonder he's always so angry,” I thought out loud as I quickly scanned the sheet of paper.

No sugar. Do not eat carbs after 6 pm. Just an egg without yolk in the morning. I knew that Sukuna was a highly disciplined athlete, but going on such a demanding diet was ridiculous. If a nutritionist asked me to follow this regimen like a soldier, I would fire her in no time.

There were so many things I wanted to change about his extreme lifestyle, but I was sure I wouldn't be able to figure it out before my last day. Furthermore, I had to tell him that I would no longer be his coach and that someone else was going to take my place. I didn't know how he would even take the news. I just had to make sure to tell him when he is in a good mood. Who am I kidding? He is never in a good mood, that goes against his personality.

"Fuck this shit!" Sukuna yelled as he reluctantly entered the house. Now was not the right time to tell him.

He tossed his backpack onto the small stool at the entrance, where we kept our shoes and had a mirror for finishing touches. Sukuna slammed the door shut which offended my ears. I just watched him confused while I ate my popcorn.

"Things didn’t go well with the Olympian?" I asked, trying to understand where his anger was coming from.

While I was at the doctor, Sukuna went to the Olympic stadium to have an exclusive sparring with a boxing gold medalist. He insisted that I cancel my appointment to come with him, but I told him that even if I did that, I wouldn't be much help. My specialty is jujitsu, not boxing. I told him that Gojo knows more than me, and he stopped annoying me.

"That idiot asked for a break on the fifth round. Can you fucking believe that?! The best boxer in the nation?! My balls can last longer than that!” He exclaimed in annoyance as he ran his fingers through his hair in exasperation.

"Could it be because it was training and not a real fight?" I asked before putting a popcorn in my mouth, staying calm. If I got down to his level, he would only get more upset.

"If I had wanted to waste my time, I would have trained with one of the gym's rookies,"Sukuna mumbled.

He sat on the stool and sighed heavily as he unlaced his shoes to enter the house. I could see the helplessness in his eyes at not having the demanding training he wanted. Having a perfect streak of 28 overwhelming victories, he hasn't had a rival who can match his level in years. Always being the winner means that you are not learning, and you are staying stagnant while others moved forward, Sukuna was afraid of being left behind.

I sighed as I understood his anger, putting the bowl aside to approach him. I took advantage of the fact that he was at my level to gently massage his shoulders. Even though I didn't do it with a romantic intention, touching him like that after weeks felt like drinking water in the middle of the Sahara. A temporary pleasure that I had to take advantage as much as I could.

"Do you know what it means that he didn't last more than 5 rounds?" I asked him while massaging his neck.

"I'm not in the mood for your shit," he mumbled, focused on his shoes.

"Let me finish!" I barked. "It means you're better than an Olympic medalist," he looked at me again, calmer now.

"You think?" he asked me, looking at me to deduce if I was saying it out of pity or not.

"Of course! You are the king of the ring, not just in the UFC!" I cheered, giving him a friendly pat on the arm.

"Not everyone can go against the king," he said with an evil smile.

It was one of those few times I've seen him smile like that. I'm glad to know that I could be of use to him outside the gym. I wanted to be the cause for him to smile more often, even if it meant he didn't feel the same way about me. A reality that I was willing to accept for the sake of both of us.

The fight between Aoi Todo and Toji Fushiguro was about to start. The current champion, Toji, entered shining his glorious belt with Welcome To The Jungle by Guns N' Roses in the background while the commentators read his statistics. Aoi, the challenger, Todo looked forward to the fight from the octagon. The crowd was excited, music was blaring from the speakers, and commentators were debating who would take home the belt. It was an important fight that deserved to be seen on the room's beautiful 80"inch screen.

"That son of a bitch," Sukuna snorted behind me, referring to Toji. He was in my robe as always before going to sleep.

"A talented son of a bitch," I joked. "Sit down and watch it with me."

"I'll watch it until I get sleepy," Sukuna scoffed as he sat next to me on the couch.

After formal introductions and the referee's instructions, the first round took place. The two mastodons faced each other face to face in a rain of punches and jabs that seemed to have no end. They were like two bulls striking each other with their sharp horns, making the plaza resonate with the power of their tackles. It was clear that Aoi Todo was a born boxer who did not allow himself to be intimidated by the enormous presence of Fushiguro with those beastly hits. Before Toji could take him to the ground, like he had done in the fight against Sukuna, the bell rang.

“Who are you rooting to?” I asked Sukuna excitedly.

"I do not know, and I do not care." he answered with a yawn. That answer deserved me to throw my empty popcorn bowl at him.

"It's a very important fight! You should know!" I scolded him as the TV went to commercial break. "Todo and Fushiguro have been fighting for the division title for 2 years. Both have won twice simultaneously. This is their fifth fight. It's the fight for 3 out of 3!” I explained. Sukuna shrugged his shoulders, downplaying it the importance it deserved.

"And who are you rooting for?" He asked me to make conversation as they returned to the fight.

"Aoi Todo is a magnificent boxer like you…". At the comparison, Sukuna gave me a killer glance. "Obviously, you are the best," I corrected before he killed me.

"That is what I thought."

"But Toji is a complete fighter, I am team Toji for life," I replied with a proud smile. Sukuna gave me another killing look, this time it was more stern. I really don't learn from my mistakes, huh? "Obviously I'm Team Black before that," I said with a guilty smile.

The champion threw a quick jab, but the challenger easily dodged it. Aoi responded with a combination of quick strikes that made Fushiguro flinched. He stumbled back, but stayed upright. He threw a wild right hand, but the challenger blocked it with his forearm. The challenger took the opportunity to launch a flurry of jabs that Toji dodged like a master. Aoi continued entering her field, causing Toji's back to hit the fence. He threw one last desperate right hand, but Todo dodged it and responded with a left hook that sent the champion to the ground.

"¡No!" I exclaimed upon seeing the knockout.

"Too bad…" Sukuna mocked me.

After my champion couldn't get up easily, the referee ended the fight. The challenger had won the fight with a monstrous knockout. The crowd roared and Todo raised his arms in victory as he ran around the octagon. He had defeated his legendary opponent and became the new champion of the heavyweight division.

"First words after defeating such an important rival?". The interviewer asked Todo as he celebrated with his team supporting him behind him.

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urbancowboyjoel · 3 months

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Bite The Hand | Joel Miller x f!afab!reader

Bite The Hand: Chapter Two

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After confronting Joel, he sets out to find Tess. Someone learns of your pending departure, and Joel becomes paranoid.

Word Count: ~5.7k

A/N: Rainy day vibes heavily inspired this chapter so shoutout to the weather. I hope you all are enjoying the story so far, I haven't been able to think about much other than it lol. I'm really trying to honker down and pump out quite a few chapters so we can get this ball rolling. | I didn't proofread this much before posting, but I was eager to get it up. Any corrections will be updated tomorrow (updated as of 02/12/24). Hope you all enjoy the new chapter! :)

Warnings/Tags: reference to suicide (refer to masterlist for complete series warnings & tags)

Bite The Hand: Chapter Two

The rhythmic tapping of your finger, synchronized with the second hand's precise movements, echoed in the quiet apartment. Each tick of the watch seemed to stretch time, intensifying the anticipation for Tess' return. Joel’s soft inconsistent snores and occasional creak of the floorboard beneath your own feet took over the atmosphere of the dark and dreary apartment. The longer you sat at the table, the line between optimism and pessimism blurred, leaving you in a state of emotional turmoil.

Not long after you arrived, the sun from earlier vanished, replaced by a strong downpour on the QZ. You watched the rain stream down the two large windows in the living room, the view of the world outside blurring into swirls of various shades of blues and greens; the motion was nearly hypnotizing.

You glanced around the living room, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. The room was actually quite small. A table with a large radio sat up against the wall between the two windows, accompanied by a lone book with its spine facing outward. Narrowing your eyes, you mouthed the title word by word: Top 80’s Hits. In the center of the room sat an oversized coffee table, much too big for the room. It was covered in various nameless books and loose pieces of paper were scattered messily upon the surface. The glass of the empty liquor bottles seemed to reflect the rain streaming down the windows, drawing your eyes to the motion. Across from the coffee table, against the wall, was a sagging and torn beige couch, which honestly wasn’t much to look at.

Resting your cheek against your hand, you allowed your gaze to focus more closely on the items scattered across the cluttered table. Aside from the pills, there were several map books, varying in size from large to small. As you straightened in the chair and leaned over the table, the wood creaked beneath your movement, prompting a subtle crinkle of your nose. Your eyes briefly flickered toward the bedroom; from the angle you were sitting at, all that was visible were Joel’s motionless feet. He hadn’t bothered taking off his boots before falling asleep. A near sigh of relief escaped you as you realized he hadn't stirred. It was preferable for him to remain asleep while you waited, having decided that his company might not be particularly enjoyable.

To pass the time, you grabbed the first four in the stack of maps, setting them before yourself and spreading them out: Massachusetts, Pennsylvania, Wyoming, Colorado. What an interesting collection, you thought to yourself, mentally taking note of each state.

As you opened up the map of Wyoming, it became evident just how extensively marked it was. Either Tess or Joel was particularly interested in it. Lines, circles, and X's adorned the surface, accompanied by some illegible notes scrawled off to the sides of certain marks. Your eyes followed one of the highways, tracing it with an arrow that pointed towards Nebraska. The sight of the heavily marked map sparked a plethora of questions in your mind. What could Tess and Joel possibly be seeking in Wyoming? The journey seemed far too extensive for a simple trade if that was their intention. Perhaps they were contemplating a permanent departure from the QZ, which would make more sense. While Tess had never mentioned such a drastic move before, it occurred to you that she might have been cautious in keeping such plans to herself—a precaution you understood all too well.

The sudden crack of thunder jolted you, prompting an instinctive jump in your body. "Jesus," you muttered quietly to yourself, recoiling from the unexpected noise. With a soft sigh, you restacked the maps and slid them to your left. As if in response to the thunder, the rain intensified, its soothing sounds on the roof growing louder. A flash of lightning soon followed, illuminating the room for a fraction of a second.

Beneath some clearly reused plastic baggies you assumed were intended for the pills, lay a disorganized pile of thin pieces of paper. As you started sifting through them, a twinge of guilt crept in. It felt almost illegal; acknowledging the invasion of Tess and Joel's privacy. Morally, you recognized that it was wrong, but really, what else was there to do with your time while you continued to wait for who knows how long? You were well aware that you had no intention of doing anything with the information. The demands of your current dealings were challenging enough to manage, and delving into Tess and Joel's affairs was a burden you had no intention of taking on.

Once again, you cast a cautious glance towards Joel, ensuring he remained deeply immersed in his drug and alcohol-induced slumber. After observing his unmoving feet for a few moments, you began spreading out the papers. As you glossed over them, you realized they were precisely what you had thought.

Takes 15 min. For patrols to switch shifts. - Joel, don’t forget the pill deliveries need to go out ASAP. Donovan in the West End District, and the others to your cronies. (I know what you're thinking, weak as shit delivery. Bill promised he’d do better next shipment.) - Robert has shipments come through the southeast tunnels in Area 5 twice monthly. Got one of the kids in the slums to spill, the last shipment contained shit like clothes, liquor, frozen meat. He’s on the lookout for a pill supplier so keep a cautious eye out on deliveries, you know how he is. –Tess

Among the other papers were supply lists, run dates, and a compilation of names belonging to various smugglers in the area—some familiar, others not. One name that stood out was Bill. While you were acquainted with a few individuals with that name, you were certain they were not involved in smuggling or supplying. Suddenly you found yourself to be quite intrigued with Tess and Joel’s records.

While returning everything back to its original place so as to not raise any sort of suspicion—the notes mixed messily into a pile with the baggies on top and the maps flipped face down into a pile—a thin-lined piece of paper slipped out from between two of the maps, slowly floating to the ground.

You quietly got up out of the chair, ensuring the legs didn’t scrape against the wood, and rounded the edge of the table to the opposite side. Another soft snore escaped Joel as you bent down to retrieve the paper, flipping it over to reveal the date: August 20, nearly a week prior.

Joel, I’m heading out to do the run I told you about, the one up in Richmond. Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine. I need you to get the pills delivered and recover the trade with Stephen in Area 2, you know where to find him–same spot I showed you the first time I traded with him a few months ago. I’ll return with a huge payout, so be ready to make some additional runs. Also, I want to talk to you about looking for Tommy, so don’t leave on me before I get back. I shouldn’t be gone for more than a couple days, doubt you’ll even realize I’m gone with how you’ve been lately. –Tess

A deep, unsettling realization settled in the longer you stared at the note. You read it once, then again, and once more. Your heart pounded wildly within the confines of your chest, the pulsing of your blood resonating in your throat, and a nauseating sensation quickly overwhelmed you. She left for the run the same day she assured you she would reconsider. More alarmingly, she should have returned by now. Even accounting for potential delays, the likely reality sank in, leaving your throat dry and your head spinning.

Setting the note down on the table, your hand rose to your forehead, which felt cool and clammy. Panic took over as you mindlessly looked around the apartment with its peeling wallpaper, cracks, and holes in the walls. A sense of helplessness overwhelmed you, and the question echoed in your mind: What are you going to do? The unsettling thought lingered—something must have gone wrong with the run. The promised payout seemed too good to be true, but facing the reality of the situation left you paralyzed. It’s been nearly a week, who knows where Tess could be, who knows what they could’ve done to her by now.

Your gaze shifted once more to Joel, who lay sprawled on his stomach across the bed. A surge of anger pulsed through your body, propelling you towards him. Heat flushed your cheeks, radiating down your neck towards your chest. Nails dug sharply into the palm of your hands as you clenched them into tight fists, the frustration and helplessness pushing you to your limit.

As he started to snore, frustration driving you, you pressed both palms firmly against his back and pushed. He barely shifted, muttering something unintelligible under his breath. You watched, waiting for any sign of awakening, but his closed eyelids only twitched slightly.

"Get up!" You yelled as you grabbed the back of his collar and pulled forcefully. He emitted a low, choking sound, struggling to prop himself up on his arms. You stood by the side of the bed, observing the slow awakening from his deep state of sleep.

He continued mumbling softly, his hand finding its way to his throat, rubbing it gently. As he flipped to his other side, your eyes locked. A flicker, deep within him, ignited a fire in his intense brown gaze. Before you could utter a word, he was out of bed, and on his feet. In one swift motion, his arm barred across your throat, pinning you against the cracking wall. A knife seemingly came out of nowhere in his other hand, its sharp tip pressing against your stomach through the thin fabric of your shirt. You squirmed under his strength, but he held firm, refusing to yield.

“You’re fucking nuts,” you gasped, struggling to articulate the words under the pressure of his arm. Your fingernails dug sharply into his skin as you clawed at his arm, desperately attempting to break free from his hold. Finally, you gave up, resting your head against the wall and meeting his gaze, which bore a violent intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.

His breathing was rapid, his chest rising and falling quickly. "Who the fuck are you?" His voice, dark and hostile, was now clearer than when you first spoke. You attempted to reply, but no sound emerged from your constricted throat.

For a moment, only strained breathes lingered between the two of you. Joel shifted the angle of his approach, loosening his hold just enough for you to pivot. The steel tip of your shoe connected with the side of his knee. His legs buckled, and the knife fell to the ground, sliding just barely out of his reach.

“Fuckin’ Christ,” Joel groaned, collapsing to the ground, his hand clutching his injured knee. Taking the opportunity while he was still distracted, you kicked his knife further away. If he intended to reach for it, he'd have to go through you first.

"If I wanted to kill you, don't you think I would have done it while you fucking were asleep, asshole?" you spat at him. Still, on his knees, Joel glared up at you with nothing short of pure hostility and anger burning into your soul. If looks alone could kill, you'd be long dead. "You said Tess was at some job?" you pressed, watching as Joel put his tongue in his cheek, the muscles in his jaw twitching as he refrained from responding. After a few tense moments, he gave you a subtle nod in confirmation. You raised your eyebrows, questioning his certainty. "You sure about that?"

Confusion spread across Joel's face, his eyebrows furrowed deeply as his gaze darted around the room. When he refocused on you, you strode out of the room and back to the table. The sound of him getting up from the floor accompanied by a loud groan reached your ears. Without needing to be told, Joel followed you to the main area of the apartment.

As you retrieved the note, a fiery rage surged through your entire body, how could he have not known? Turning to face Joel, you held the note up. "She left you this, dated August 20th," you spoke, attempting to keep your words as calm as possible, though anger still seeped through. Joel walked slowly over to you, a slight limp evident, stopping when he was about a yard away. "Tess left for Richmond that day and you had no fucking idea." you accused, the frustration and resentment heavy in your tone.

“Let me see that," Joel's voice was quieter but still held the same gruffness as before. The words Tess wrote came out in a mumbled whisper as he read to himself, his eyes darting quickly back and forth across the page. By the time he reached the end, his fingers nearly pierced through the paper. “ Shit,” he muttered, the weight of the revelation sinking in.

In an instant, it was as if you ceased to exist to him. Joel paced the apartment, grabbing things from different cabinets and shelves, and throwing them onto the table—maps, weapons, food, water. For a fleeting moment, he disappeared into the bedroom and emerged holding a backpack. The realization struck you: he was going after her. If he was going, so were you.

As Joel started to pack his bag with everything he needed for the rescue mission, you interjected, "I'm coming with you, I need to—" before being abruptly cut off.

"The hell you are," Joel growled, not sparing a second to even look at you as he threw the final items into his bag. As he reached for his brown jacket hanging off the back of one of the chairs at the table, you swiftly snatched it before he could lay a finger on it. His breathing hitched, shooting you an intense glare. Every muscle in his body went still as if he were holding back from lunging at you.

A moment of tense silence lingered as you locked eyes with Joel. Another crack of thunder broke the quiet, the tension somewhat easing as Joel flinched at the sound. "If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have realized she was gone," the words escaped barely above a whisper, your chest tightening. "I'm either coming with you, or I tell FEDRA, and they'll find you before you can even set foot out of the building. I know every tunnel system, every weakness in the walls. You won't even have a chance."

Joel swiftly ran his tongue across his lips, exhaling a weighty sigh that resonated with both frustration and contemplation. “I’ll kill you before you can do that,” his words carried a forceful determination.

"Yeah, that worked out real well for you earlier, didn't it?" you retorted, without skipping a beat.

—

You made Joel walk ahead of you just by a few steps. It didn't take much persuasion for him to agree to let you come along, though he made it abundantly clear that he was not pleased about it. Between grumbling to himself and shooting you nasty glances, he held nothing back in displaying his discontent. Blackmail wasn't typically your go-to, but you knew its effectiveness when necessary.

As the two of you walked through the QZ, you kept your head down, avoiding any conversations or eye contact. It was urgent for you to get your apartment without any trouble. The closer you got to Area 1, the tighter the knot in your stomach became. While you were well-known around Area 1, Joel, on the other hand, would undoubtedly be seen as an outsider. Even at this time of day, with most soldiers on patrols and assigned duties, there would be some hanging around the living quarters.

As you watched the heavy rain droplets hitting the concrete, Joel came to a sudden stop, and you almost collided with him. He looked back at you as if you were crazy, his facial expression twisted. "You live here?" he asked quietly, his tone monotonous but still conveying a hint of skepticism. You met his question with a blank stare, eventually giving a subtle nod before stepping around him and tugging at his backpack strap. Joel resisted, pulling away, almost dragging you back with him. If he didn't stop, he'd attract the attention of the soldiers, and you knew he was well aware of the consequences.

"Stop it," you hissed at him, pulling him aside against one of the fallen brick walls.

"You're one of them," he hissed back, leaning in so close you could feel the warm exhale of air leaving his nostrils.

You sharply inhaled, quickly surveying your surroundings to ensure no one was within listening distance. "I'm not. It's a long story, and I'd rather not get into it with you because, quite frankly, it's none of your business," the words rushed out, blending into each other. "What do you fucking want? Something to hold against me in case I betray you? Isn't this enough?" You gestured between both your bodies and then towards the building, referencing FEDRA.

"What do you even have on Tess?" He ignored your previous statement, prompting a confused expression from you, which seemed to confuse him in return. "You want her back so bad, what is it?" he pressed further.

You didn't respond immediately, reflecting on your own reaction to Tess's endangerment. "No—nothing. I just care for her. I'd hate to see something happen to her," the words emerged slowly as they formed in your mind. Joel's eyebrows shot up quickly; he didn't seem to believe you. You rolled your eyes almost immediately, the steady rain's coldness now seeping deep into your bones, realizing your toes had become entirely numb. "The longer we stay here doing this, the less time we have to find Tess alive."

Your final statement seemed to strike something deep within Joel, his entire facial expression softening. After a final stare down, he relented, jutting his chin out toward one of the apartment buildings as a way of indicating that you should lead the way. Despite not entirely trusting him to follow, you did.

As the two of you walked the halls of the apartment building, some of the soldiers on your floor gave Joel testy stares. Should you have said something to ease their concerns? Probably. However, just as it was none of Joel's business why you lived in Area 1, it was none of their business why he was with you. With each passing stare, you could feel the tension radiating off Joel. When you glanced over your shoulder every few seconds to ensure he was still with you, his face did not hide what he felt. His careless display of emotion made you nervous; soldiers could interpret any citizen's actions as a threat, be it a look, a gesture, or an action.

The jingle of your keys echoed through the hall as you inserted them into the lock, turning it to unlock the door to your apartment. Joel was careful not to get too close to you, his posture stiff and unmoving. When the door swung open, you gestured for him to go in first, and he passed by you without giving you a single look. You observed him as his fingertips brushed against the faded green paint on your door, his head swiveling back and forth, taking in your apartment.

Tossing your keys onto the small table next to your door, you closed it, locked it, and put the door guard in place. The cringe-worthy sound of metal scraping against each other made your teeth grit together.

The rain-soaked clothes sent a shiver down your spine as the warmth of the apartment engulfed you. Your first priority was to change into warmer, dry attire. Joel, equally drenched, was the least of your concerns—that’d be something for him to worry about himself. After changing, your next priority would be gathering the items you need to take with you. You had never ventured out for anything like this before; the only times you left the zone were for planned trades, usually not going much further than a few miles out. The last time you went to Richmond was several years ago, and your father was by your side. Richmond was a very, very different place back then—nothing like how it is now.

The sound of one of the chairs at the table scraping against the floor made you snap your head in its direction. Joel was already making himself at home, pulling out a map and spreading it across the table. He began marking it with a short, stubby pencil near the end of its life, his face twisted into a deep state of concentration. Not wanting to interfere, you quietly slipped into your bedroom, carefully shutting and locking the door silently.

Slipping out of your wet clothes and tossing them into a pile on the floor, you began to rummage through your dresser drawers. You grabbed the first pair of pants you could find—a loose fitting pair of army green cargo pants, versatile enough for the uncertainties of your trip. Before zipping them up, you slipped a black long-sleeve shirt that hugged your body, tucking it into the pants. Layering would be the key, suitable for cold weather but easily adaptable for warmer conditions as well. The last two items you grabbed were a random t-shirt, which you quickly pulled over your head, tugging it down over your waistline, and a pair of socks.

The mattress lying directly on the floor sagged as you took a seat on the bottom edge, your toes still numb as you slipped the thick wool socks over your feet. Lost in deep thought, the many uncertainties of the trip haunting your mind, the sound of someone trying to enter your bedroom startled you, a high-pitched gasp escaping you. Immediately, you shot to your feet, striding to the door, and unlocking it with urgency. Joel stood smugly on the other side.

"Do you make it a habit of barging into people's rooms?" you spat at him, brushing past and into the living room.

"I've figured a way to Richmond that'll get us there in a day or two. We should get goin' soon," Joel immediately cut to the chase, keeping on your heels as you crossed the room. "So hurry up, get packed. We’ll leave when you’re done."

As you leaned down, opening the doors to a cabinet used for storage, you looked back up at him. "Wouldn't it be best to leave after dark?" you asked. "We'd have more coverage that way, less chance of getting caught. In the last few months, they've cut back on the number of soldiers on patrol at night."

Joel pressed his lips into a thin line, completely ignoring your suggestion. "What did Tess tell you about this run?" His words came out harsh, demanding, and full of blame. You scoffed before returning your attention to the cabinet, pulling out a backpack as well as a pistol you stole from your father.

“She didn’t tell me much. I—“

"What did she tell you?" Joel cut you off, his voice loud and booming, making you flinch. You cringed, remembering how thin the walls supposedly were, your chest tightening, and your stomach twisting.

"Can you keep it down? The walls are thin," you hissed, pulling yourself up to your feet and slinging the backpack over your shoulder, glaring at Joel simultaneously. "She told me it was in Richmond, that whoever she was trading with was gonna give her some guns, and then she was gonna trade the guns with someone here. That’s it."

He let out an audible sigh heavy with frustration. "Seriously?" His tone was defeated, his voice barely above a whisper. Running your tongue along your lips, you nodded, acknowledging that the information was not a lot to go off of and likely didn't help.

Crossing over to the kitchen area, you placed your backpack on the counter and started filling it with the remaining food items in your apartment. Meanwhile, Joel stayed in the living room, his head hanging low and his hands on his hips. While your back was turned, filling a canister of water from the blue jug on the counter, the sound of heavy footsteps approaching caused you to turn around. Joel stomped toward the table with darkened eyes. He grabbed onto the back of one of the chairs, angrily pulling it back, his breathing now rapid and loud. The wood seemed to crack under his touch, sending a shock through you. Your grip on the plastic canister tightened, water spilling over the lip.

"Hey, don't destroy my stuff!" You shouted, taking a step toward him. As you spoke, his attention snapped toward you, his chest puffing outward. Joel let out a dark laugh, one that made the hair on your arms stand straight.

“We might as well just fucking shoot ourselves, this is a suicide mission,” he beckoned to his head with a finger, shaking his head once he was done. “You come to me about Tess, and you don’t know shit?”

In an instant, anger consumed you, causing your eyebrows to knit tightly together. You dropped the full canister of water to the ground, the liquid spilling all over the floor. Without a care for the wasted resource, you stormed over to Joel until there was not but a foot of space between the two of you. He seemed to lean into you, looking down with challenging eyes. His breath warmed your face as he cocked his head.

"Maybe if you weren't so drugged up and drunk, you would know more about this deal. Tess told me she went to you first," your tone was hauntingly calm, which seemed to throw Joel off. "She's your partner. She probably told you more than I got told, and yet you still were too oblivious to realize she's been missing for fucking a week. So you don't get to blame this on me. If anything, you should be blaming yourself. If she ends up dead, that is entirely on you, Joel— not me, you."

The longer you spoke, the redder his face became. By the time you were done, it seemed like he would explode from anger at any given moment. As his lips parted, ready to release his words, a knock echoed at the door. Both you and Joel went still, your heads snapping toward the front door.

An uneasy breath escaped your nostrils, the anger inside you turning into pure anxiety. You guys were too loud, and now you'd face the consequences. Whoever it was, you'd make up some bullshit excuse and hope they'd take it as fact. Your mind raced as you cut through the living room to the door, your thoughts a scrambled mess, not a single excuse making sense.

Turning the doorknob slowly, you glanced over your shoulder at Joel, who was firmly gripping the back of one of the chairs, blood pooling beneath his fingertips. He kept his head down, but it didn't hide the somber expression he displayed. Maybe you crossed the line telling him it was his fault, though it wasn't entirely a lie.

As you swung the door open, the safety chain still in place, a wave of relief swept over you upon seeing Roman. He offered a warm smile, his hands clasped behind him. Briefly closing the door and releasing the chain, you opened it wider, though not enough for him to see inside.

"Told you I'd stop by," your eyes melted into his as he smiled at you; he was still in his FEDRA uniform, indicating that he likely just got off from duty. Joel quietly cleared his throat, bringing you back to reality, your small rush of relief now disappearing. "I can't stay long, I gotta cover for Randall tonight," you opened your mouth to interject, but he continued, "We'll have a few hours to ourselves at least. Better than nothing, right?"

As he took a step forward, you closed the door a little bit. "It's not a good time," you said quietly in an apologetic-sounding tone; Roman's face twisted into confusion. He shook his head, however, and before you could stop him, he was inside your apartment. "Roman—"

Roman audibly took in a breath, tension swiftly filling the room. When you faced the living room, both men had fixed stares on you. Joel appeared unpleasantly annoyed, while Roman seemed perplexingly hurt.

“Are you going somewhere?” Roman questioned, nodding towards your and Joel’s backpacks Avoiding eye contact, you moved towards him, taking hold of his arm and guiding him into the bedroom. Before you entered, you gave Joel a warning look; he rolled his eyes, catching the implication, and took a seat, returning his focus to the map. You eased the door closed, leaving just a crack so you could hear if Joel tried to make an attempted escape.

"You can't come around here for a while, Roman," you said before turning to face him fully. Roman chuckled in disbelief, placing both hands on his hips and glancing down at his feet. "I'm being serious. Look at me." His eyes shot up to meet yours. "I'll come find you when things are... fine."

Roman didn't respond immediately, taking a seat on the edge of the mattress. He rested his elbows on his knees and ran the palms of his hands over his face. You hated putting him in this position, but you were now put in a tough spot; at the end of the day, he was a part of FEDRA. He let out a defeated sigh, looking up at you through his brows.

"Can I help? If you’re in trouble, I—" His eyes were wide, gazing at you with an almost worshipful admiration; as if he would do anything for you.

“No, Roman, you can't get involved in this.” You took a step toward him before pausing. “The less you know, the better. If anyone asks about me, you have to play dumb... tell them you don’t know anything about where I am.” He continued to stare at you, giving no indication of his thoughts. “I need you to do that for me.” Your words came out harsh, finally provoking a reaction from him.

He nodded. “I just don’t get it.”

"I don't expect you to, but this is what I do, and you were aware of it from the beginning," he stood up as you spoke, towering over you and wrapping his arms around you, his thumb rubbing circles into your back. "And I knew what you were too; I thought we had a mutual understanding of that." Roman's eyes scanned the room as he absorbed your words, clicking his tongue.

"We do," he nodded as if he was trying to convince himself of this understanding. "We do. Just be safe, please," you replied with a pitied smile. A part of you thought about asking about tonight's patrol schedule, the words stuck in your throat. You decided not to cross that line, genuinely wanting to leave him out of this.

Roman was the first to exit the room with you right behind him. In an instant, Joel had him pinned against the floor, Roman squirmed beneath his strength. Though he tried to yell out, Joel kept a hand firmly against his mouth, ensuring the struggle remained unheard outside the apartment. Simultaneously, Joel's other arm secured his chest to the floor, and his knees restricted Roman's leg movements.

You gasped. "Get off of him, you fucking psycho," you said through your teeth toward Joel, coming up behind him and shoving him. Unsurprisingly, he didn't budge, barely granting you a glance as he continued to hold Roman against his will.

“Fuckers gonna tell on us,” Joel uttered between rapid breaths, his gaze unwavering from Roman, who continued to struggle, his face reddening. Roman’s eyes moved to you, pleading for help.

You grabbed Joel’s face, forcing him to look at you as he attempted to pull away from your grasp. Your fingertips pressed into his jaw, applying a level of pain that seemingly went unnoticed by him. Joel stared deeply into your eyes with an intensity that made your stomach drop. “Get off of him,’’ you whispered firmly, but gently. A few seconds passed, but Joel eventually got up.

Roman, visibly infuriated, rose to his feet in silence, fixing a piercing gaze upon Joel. His brow furrowed deeply, lips tightly pressed together, his chest heaving with a mixture of anger and embarrassment. With heavy steps, he began to make his way towards the door, only to halt abruptly, pivoting back to face you and Joel. “If you lay a single finger on her, I’ll fucking kill you,” he warned, pointing a finger at you as he spoke. Before departing, he cast a softened glance in your direction and left without another word.

The moment Roman departed, Joel erupted without hesitation, not even waiting for the door to fully close. “You’re fucking a FEDRA soldier?” he spat in your direction, his forearm muscles tensing as his hand clenched into a fist. "That's gotta be the dumbest thing I've ever heard someone do. Tell me, is the dick that good, darlin’? Is it worth dyin’ for?"

You let out a scoff, feeling a flush of embarrassment. “Oh, fuck off. It’s none of your business, old man,” you retorted, brushing past him, your shoulder bumping solidly into his. The impact made him grunt, but he turned alongside you, staying close. "You're lucky if yours even works anymore. Touchy subject?"

Joel chuckled darkly, the sound reverberating through the room. "Works just fine," he shot back immediately.

Glancing over your shoulder at him, a touch of amusement flickering on his face urging for you to go on; you rolled your eyes before focusing on the map. Observing the path he'd sketched out with the pencil, you figured it was best to disregard him for the moment. "Tell me the plan," you demanded.

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i hate everything about you | pt. 1 | pjm

・pairing: ex!jimin x ex!f!reader

・genre: exes to lovers | a lot of angst | a slightly little bit of a love triangle

18+

・word count: 6.7k

・summary: accidentally, you bump into your ex who, mind you, previously cheated on you. so you're 99% sure the only feeling you have left for him is sheer hate. but the 1% leaves you questioning.

・banner: by the amazing @kookdiaries

・A/N: firstly, i want to wish our baby mochi the happiest of birthdays! i really wanted to have something to post on his birthday, since i couldn't do it for any of our other boys this year ):

i also want to say that i'm really happy/surprised with the huge amount of attention the teaser for this fic got! i felt so inspired, thank you all for taking your time to share it and to talk to me about it too !! <3

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There are about eighteen thousand bars in Seoul. You know this because you’ve just googled it. Out of curiosity? Not really. Just because you couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that out of all the bars in Seoul, all the eighteen thousand bars in Seoul, Jungkook had to pick the one where your ex is currently working.

Not to blame it on Jungkook, poor guy. There was no way in hell he could know this and you’re sure that if you told him, he’d be crushed, since, according to him, he’s been trying to muster up the courage to ask you out for months. To be fair, you didn’t even know Jimin had left his partner, Seokjin, and his own bar to start working behind the counter again. Not that it's any of your business, anyway. He can go to hell for all you care, especially after dumping your ass three days before your four year anniversary for some random girl he met on that stupid fucking bar of his.

That fucking stupid bar he clearly didn’t even own anymore. Joke’s on him.

It broke your heart in a way you’re not sure it’s ever going to heal. He meant the world to you, all that butterfly bullshit and everything. When he left you, it felt like your world was falling to pieces. You shared a life, even shared a home. A small apartment near his stupid fucking bar, you were so happy when you two finally moved in together.

Building intimacy takes time, compromising to someone else’s well being and happiness costs more than only your time. Learning how to share your space, your insecurities, your feelings, your everyday life. That shit takes time. Giving yourself to a person takes more than that. It takes courage.

You gave all of that and much more to Park Jimin. But you regret doing so with every fiber of your being. Learning to live your life again without having him in it was one of the hardest things you’ve had to do so far.

You had your share of revenge after fucking his best friend, Taehyung, and making sure to tell him about it when you went to your apartment to get his stuff back. If you felt like shit, you had to try to make him feel at least one percent of the heartbreak you had been feeling. After that, you heard that he and Taehyung got into a physical fight and had cut ties.

It was definitely not a very peaceful break up experience, both of you were extremely proud people and could not stand losing. It took you a great amount of therapy sessions in order to stop dreaming and thinking about him 24/7.

Do you still believe in love after that? You’re not sure, probably not, but it doesn’t mean you can’t have some fun. Jungkook was a very sweet and flirty distraction in the middle of your heartbreak. Not to mention the guy is hot as fuck, but right now, you swear you could just punch him in the face.

Because out of all the bars in Seoul, here you are. At the one your fucking nasty ex boyfriend works in.

As soon as you walked in, you felt something was off with this one. It felt like the universe itself was trying to spare you from this experience. Of course, you didn’t listen to your intuition, especially because Jungkook told you a friend of his has been talking wonders about the drinks from this specific bar.

Once you looked over at the bar, you saw him. For a split second, you froze. He looked as gorgeous as ever, dark locks obscuring his eyes from where you could see. You didn't allow yourself to feel any type of way with the sight of him, you were over him, you definitely didn't want to go back to the pit where you recently came out of, thank you very much. He was too busy with whatever he was doing at the moment to notice you, fortunately. You just rushed over to Jungkook, locking your arms out of nervousness, leaving him quite giddy about it.

Did you ask him to leave and look for another place to spend the night? No.

Should you have done so? Maybe.

But you wouldn't deny yourself the satisfaction of showing Jungkook off to him in the place Jimin works. It didn't matter that only looking at him made you miss him more than words can ever say, you know that he’d feel pissed out of his mind. You’d deal with your feelings some other time.

“Looks nice, huh?” Jungkook asks you with a sweet smile hanging on his pierced lips, bringing you back to planet Earth.

You nod faintly, showing him a warm smile.

“There's a balcony back there, do you see it?” He asks again, holding your hand now. You weren’t even able to react to Jungkook’s gestures properly, you were too lost in your thoughts about Jimin. “It’s got a very nice view of the city, if anything, we can take some nice photos here. You look hot, by the way”.

“Oh- I- Thanks, Jungkook. You too, by the way”, you tried smirking. “A-Are we getting a table or what?”

You usually don’t get thrown off by his compliments. You love when it happens, of course, but you’re usually good at flirting, you see he gets slightly puzzled as to why would you react like that all of a sudden.

“Are you okay, Y/n?” He asks you, caressing the back of your hand with his thumb, a little concern can be sensed in his voice tone.

“Of course! Why do you ask?” You reply, tilting your head a bit, trying to sound convincingly confused.

You would not simply ruin your date by mentioning your ex boyfriend is the bartender he’s been listening compliments about.

“Nevermind… Why don’t you go ahead and grab us a spot on the balcony? I’ll do the honors and order our drinks. Any preferences?”

“Surprise me”, you challenge him, squeezing his hand before letting go of it, still trying to hold the confident demeanor he’s used to.

You head over to the balcony, not really looking over at the bar, trying your best to forget about the fact that Jimin was here and could notice you’re here too at any moment. The most annoying thing about this situation is that you’re feeling too nervous about seeing him. Much more than you should be.

So what Jimin is here? You’re over him, remember? Get your shit together. You’re here with Jungkook, enjoy your date.

You try distracting yourself by scrolling on your social media, not really paying attention to anything in particular, just trying to keep your mind away from Jimin. You can’t really understand why you feel almost shaky, maybe that’s how your body reacts to someone you hate.

You only had the courage to look into his direction again when you felt Jungkook was coming back to your table, with a warm expression adorning his beautiful features, holding two drinks in his hands. It would have been the beginning of a nice date, if you couldn’t see Jimin’s eyes shooting daggers in your direction from above Jungkook’s shoulder.

Yes, he’s seen you already. Of course he’s seen you.

Naturally, since you noticed Jimin’s eyes on you, you were simply not able to relax. Jungkook was acting like his normal charming self, completely unaware of what was going on inside your head. You simply nodded whenever it felt like he was waiting for a reply from you.

“Why are you nodding? Did you hear what I said?” He asks you, with an embarrassed half smile, making you feel slightly guilty for not giving him the attention he deserves.

Damn you, Park Jimin.

“Sorry, Kook, I zoned out for a second. What was the question again?”

“I said the restrooms here are amazing and that you should see it”, he repeats himself, pointing to the drink in front of you, he continues. “I need to use the toilet again, by the way, do you want another mimosa?”

“Oh, sure. Thanks”, you reply with a gentle smile, the nicest one you could flash at him.

You honestly liked him. He was a very good person, from what you could tell. Unfortunately, you completely lost the focus on this date, maybe it was your fight or flight instincts taking over your thoughts, but the only thing you could think about was Jimin’s burning gaze on you and how badly you wanted to escape.

You were pretty sure you got over him, he’s your past. That’s a fact. He is past, there’s no other way. The idea that he can look at you like you’re doing something wrong by moving on with your life makes you feel livid, that’s all there is to it.

He’s always had the talent to make everything be about him, but this time around it genuinely pisses you off. This whole situation was actually just a coincidence, he’s the one needing to get over himself.

“So, who’s the idol wannabe?” A voice startles you.

A voice you know all too well.

Following the sound of this voice with your eyes, you contemplate the one and only Park Jimin, the man who cheated on you. The once love of your life. You refuse to allow his presence to affect you in any type of way, though.

“Idol wannabe?” You snort, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “Oh, you mean my date? Wow, Mini, you sound so frustrated when you put it like that… Cause, you know, you’re an ex idol wannabe too”.

“Very funny, babe. Who’s the guy?” He jerks his head in the direction Jungkook went, with an authoritative expression on his face.

Like he had any right to be asking you questions about your life.

“What’s that, Mini? A public jealousy display?” You figured the best way to deal with him was by not giving him what he wants.

“Isn't that what you wanted bringing him to the place I work?”

“I can’t believe- Why do you think I care about how you feel or don’t feel, Park Jimin-ssi?” You blurt out, trying to keep your composure as much as possible. The last thing you want is to make a scene. “It’s funny that you think I’d give myself the trouble to make you feel jealous. I didn't even know you left The Wave”.

“And you expect me to believe that?” He cocks his brows, eyes not leaving your face. “You're a character, Y/l/n Y/n-ssi”.

“As I’ve stated before, Park Jimin-ssi, I do not care about anything that’s related to you anymore. I’m sorry if my presence here feels like an insult or whatever, but, you know… You should have moved on with your life by now too”, as you spit these words at him, you see his eyes flickering with an indignation he would not be allowed to lash out the way you know he wants to, because, after all, this is where he works. “So, if you excuse me, my date can come back at any second and I have no interest in letting him know you’re my ex”.

He grimaced, not uttering another word. That is so unlike him, it’s funny... and kind of weird. He has quite the explosive demeanor and you know you were kind of harsh to him right now. You almost feel guilty, but then you remember how humiliating it was finding out about his infidelity.

What he made you go through was way worse.

Placing a Daiquiri glass in front of you on the table, he smirks, but you see his smile does not really meet his eyes, covered by a darker cloak you couldn’t actually explain where it came from.

“Alright, Y/n-ssi. Here’s your drink”, bowing to you, as he takes his leave. “You’re looking as gorgeous as ever. Good luck with your idol boy”.

“Jimin-ssi, that’s not really what we ordered”, you raise your voice tone slightly, just so you made sure he could hear you.

“Oh, I know, babe. But we both know you’re not really much of a mimosa woman”, he answers, the irony lying underneath every single one of the words that came out of his mouth, turning to you again. “I know you very well, unlike your date, apparently. Don’t worry, this one’s a little more expensive, so, it’s on me”.

He blinks at you, turning on his heels again, this time around not taking another glance in your direction again, leaving you with an almost bittersweet taste in your mouth, that only goes away when you see Jungkook’s smile getting near you again.

He sits in front of you again and you honestly don’t understand how you allowed Jimin to get under your skin for even a split second. Jungkook was everything you could ask for a guy to be: stunning, into you and not your complicated ex.

“A daiquiri?” He asks you in a gentle tone, knitting his brows together. “Sorry, I guess the bartender didn't understand what I said”.

“No. It’s fine, I’ve started drinking this one already”, you state.

It’s kind of cute that he paid attention to you to a degree in which he noticed the drink you were having. He’s a sweetheart, but Jimin was right, at the end of the day. You’re not much of a mimosa girl.

“Don't worry, he’s the one who made the mistake… I’m sure he’ll bring you a new one”, Jungkook turns in what you know is Jimin's direction, with his right arm raised, gesturing for him to come over to your table. Then, he turns back to you, with a sweet smile hanging from his pierced lips. “He’s coming”.

Jungkook calling him over was something you simply didn't expect to happen, you didn't have time to react, to think about something to say or for a reason to stop him. You figured you couldn’t have a very strong reaction here, since for all that matters to your date, this guy is just the bartender, not your ex-boyfriend from a relationship that ended really badly.

Naturally, it doesn’t take Jimin more than ten seconds to get to you, and knowing Jimin, he would stop anything he was doing so he could come over and be petty, if possible.

“Can I help you?” You hear his voice, but refuse to turn your head in his direction.

You know he’s looking at you, though.

“We have actually ordered a mimosa, but, maybe there was some confusion, and we ended up getting a daiquiri instead. I was wondering if there’s something we can do about it”, Jungkook had both sides of his mouth turned up in a likeable smile, as he gazed in Jimin’s direction.

You know Jungkook’s niceness would only piss Jimin off even more.

“Oh, yes, the daiquiri. There’s no mistake, actually”, Jimin mimics the smile Jungkook flashed at him, but you know his isn't a heartfelt one. “I think it suits her better than a mimosa. Anything else?”

“I’m sorry?” Your date’s brows snapped together and the niceness in his smile dissolved into disbelief. “How did you come to a conclusion about the type of drink she prefers?”

“Oh, believe me, I know it”, Jimin snapped back, in a controlled tone.

Jungkook’s eyes darted in your direction, kind of looking for some sort of endorsement to what he was saying to Jimin, obviously baffled by the boldness of this guy. He, obviously, didn’t find the same kind of expression on your features. It didn’t take him too long to understand that something was off, in a split second, you saw the realization dawning in his face.

You felt cold to your bones, concentrating on using every single bit of what was left from your self control in order not to run away from this bar and leave both of them bickering over the goddamned daiquiri.

“Well, she seems pleased with your choice of drink”, Jungkook tried, clearing his throat. “Thank you for your service, I guess. Keep up with the good work”.

Jimin bows to Jungkook and then to you.

The atmosphere Jimin leaves behind is so heavy you can almost touch it, you feel the air weighing all around you and Jungkook, who was focused on playing with the napkins on the right side of your table. You open your mouth, but the words just refuse to leave your lips.

You don't even know how to start. What could you possibly say in a situation like that? Most importantly, would you be able to actually explain anything without bursting into tears in front of Jungkook? Not only did you run into your ex for the first time in almost a year, but also he had to come over and make a scene in front of the guy you were seeing.

It was only your second date with Jungkook, after going out for a very nice dinner, in which the two of you couldn’t stop smiling and laughing at each other’s jokes. If only you two had gone two any other of the eighteen thousand bars in this city, you would have never seen Jimin and you’d also not be feeling this terrible uneasiness in your chest.

“So”, Jungkook breaks the silence, but you see he’s still looking at his hands as if those damn napkins were the most amusing thing in the world. “You apparently know each other”.

“We do. But honestly, I don’t really want to get onto this, Jungkook. Sorry”, you confess, not really knowing if you’re angry or simply dejected by this encounter.

Jungkook could have also just not mentioned the fact that it was clear you and Jimin have some kind of history. Why do men have to be so clueless all the time? Honestly, it feels like a curse liking men sometimes. The whole situation was so off putting, you truly just wanted to go home, it didn’t matter Jungkook was hot and the nicest guy ever, Jimin was able to kill the mood for you completely.

You see Jungkook is fighting some sort of internal battle and you feel extremely bad for being the reason behind it.. He had been the sweetest person you had a date with in a very long time. You obviously were not ready to try dating again, Jimin was still all over you, and unfortunately, not only figuratively speaking.

"I'm so sorry for dragging you into this mess", you finally break the silence, making Jungkook look at you again. "I honestly don't feel so good right now…"

"Yeah, I imagined. All I can do is wholeheartedly tell you that it's alright if you wanna go home or something. I don't really know what happened between the two of you, but I can tell something definitely happened", he sympatized and you could tell he was being genuine, not really knowing why, you just saw it in his eyes.

You feel like going home, for sure. Just laying in bed for a couple of hours and crying your eyes out would be the only medicine for this. Maybe, tomorrow after work, you’d need the “best friend plus romantic sad movies combo”, but you’d be alright. Unfortunately, seeing Jimin after this time apart was not as easy as you thought. You just knew that the lump in your throat wouldn't just disappear after installing itself there once again.

Looking deep into Jungkook's eyes, searching for some sort of judgment or resentment, which you do not find, you muster up the strength to be fully honest. If nothing, he deserved it.

"I do want to go, Jungkook", you confess, taking his hand, that rested upon the table, into yours and squeezing it lightly. "I'm really sorry for being a louzy date tonight. I promise I'll try to make it up to you".

"Hey, don't worry…" He says softly. Jungkook squeezes your hand back, but lets go of it and pulls it back, leaving yours hanging on the table by itself. "I have kind of waited a long time to ask you out, but I can wait some more. Date number one was amazing, but we can’t always win. I just want us to have a good time together. I'll let you make it up to me, it's fine".

“I’m really sorry…”

“It’s fine”, he shakes his head, a soft smile hanging loosely on his pierced lips, sounding convincing enough to you. He is genuinely a good person. “But for out next date, you’re the one who should be asking me out. Deal?”

He extends his tattooed hand to you, still beaming at you.

“Fair enough”, you shake his hand back, feeling a little better for his reassurance. “Deal”.

You must be the most stupid person to ever walk this earth and you know it. Losing your chance with a guy like Jungkook is one of the most ridiculous things you've ever put yourself through. But what can you objectively do? You just ran into your ex and it was awful. You just wanted to cry curled up onto your pillows until you forgot, once again, what the sound of Jimin's voice felt like against your ears. You were in no mood for small talk and flirtation anymore. It was better ending the night like this, than being a statue around him, right? And if he said you could make it up to him later, you could really try to.

You know that if you weren't feeling this blue, you'd be embarassed as fuck. Maybe, tomorrow, you will.

Jungkook insists on paying for your drinks, saying that you could pay on the next time. Good to know that he's really counting on a next time and he didn't say it just to be polite before. Fortunately, he doesn't really offer to take you home and you call yourself a car. All you wanted was to be alone with your thoughts for a while.

This whole situation wouldn't be this awful if you didn't feel Jimin's eyes on you the whole fucking time. You knew he was watching the whole scene unravel in front of his eyes with an indescribable delight.

Indeed, he won this time. But you could only hope that this was the only battle he'd win from now on. You needed to find your way back to yourself.

And you will, it’ll just take you a little bit of time again.

The light breeze gently touches your skin, as you feel the warmness of the rising sun delicately kissing your hair. The star emerges from behind the hills, as you stand in front of them, tall and strong, deeply rooted to the depths of the earth.

Suddenly, you hear a very loud noise, sounding like a distant bell. Looking around you, you’re not able to find the source of it. It’s not possible that it’s coming from one of the trees, is it?

You hear it again, this time, longer and more annoyingly depriving you from enjoying this beautiful day out in the meadows.

But then, you realize this is a dream. And as soon as the realization hits you, you wake up. You hate being an occasional lucid dreamer, who wakes up as soon as you notice you’re in a dream. It has prevented you from fulfilling many of your fantasies with your celebrity crushes because you always feel like the scenarios are too good to be true.

Then you hear the unblessed noise that woke you up one more time, noticing it’s been the sound of your doorbell this whole time. Finally finding your phone, after your hands grop on your bedside table looking for it, you see it’s 3:27 in the morning. Why the hell would anyone ring your doorbell in such an ungodly hour?

Well, a burglar wouldn’t ring the doorbell, right? You reason, trying not to freak the fuck out.

The doorbell rings one more time, then you hear what seems to be a muffled attempt at verbal communication. Should you go to the door? Should you call the cops? You have no idea.

It could be one of your neighbors looking for help. What if it was an emergency?

“Mrs. Hong? Is that you?” You blurted, voice a bit shaky from the anticipation.

You hear another muffled response, not really understanding anything this person is saying, but you know it definitely isn’t Mrs. Hong.

Fuck, Y/n, are you stupid? Whoever this is, now they know you’re inside!

You feel your whole body starting to tremble, heartbeat racing as the worst images possible flash through your mind. You want to go back to your bedroom, call the cops and hide under your bed until someone comes to save you from whoever is this weirdo at your doorstep. The sound of your parents’ voice saying you were crazy for moving out of their house to live by yourself echo through your brain and you can feel the tears start brewing in the corners of your eyes when you’re able to distinguish a word from the muffled bumbling from outside your door.

You are positive you heard the person finishing their sentence with a “babe”. Instantly, you feel a warm wave of relaxation invading your body, in contrast with the uneasy feeling you had a minute ago. You know exactly who it is on the other side of your door. Looking at the peephole, you find the exact person you expected to see leaning against your door frame. Park Jimin. A very, very drunk Park Jimin, from what you can see.

Your hand goes straight to the door handle, opening the door with a blunt movement. When he realizes what’s happening, his eyes land on yours and you see them turning into the shapes of small crescent moons, as a smile rests on his plumpy lips.

“You almost gave me a fucking heart attack, Jimin-ssi! What the fuck are you doing here?” you bark, watching the smile disappear from his face.

“Sorry, I swear I didn’t mean to scare you! I just want to talk to you and if I’m here, it’s your fault! I could have just called, but you fucking blocked me everywhere”, he pants in a high pitched voice, one he uses when he’s allowing his irritating to take control over him.

“It’s almost four in the morning… You’re clearly drunk… I really don’t want to do this, Jimin”, you state, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Please, get the fuck out of here before you disturb my neighbors too”.

Slamming the door on his face, you turn on your heels towards your bedroom, but before you’re able to walk four steps in its direction, Jimin’s voice can be heard from the inside again. Only this time, he didn’t have his face buried on your door and he was shouting in front of your house.

“Y/n-ssi! I just want to talk to you, pleaseee”, and the there was a knock on your door. “Y/n-ssi! Let me in, Y/n-ssi!”

You feel your blood boiling like magma in your veins, knowing you gave him the perfect weapon to use against you when you mentioned your neighbors. He knows you wouldn’t want these people to talk about you, to talk about the guy who was making a fuss by yelling your name for the whole street to hear in front of your house. You know him and you know that he knows how he plays his games, even when he’s drunk. In a blunt movement, you open the door and grab Jimin by his coat, this time, dragging him inside.

For a second, the two of you just stare at each other. Due to the closeness, you’re able to sense the scent of his cologne, the musky one you gave him on the last Valentine’s day the two of you have spent as a couple. You hate him even more for not getting rid of what’s left of you in him.

“You wanted to talk, didn’t you? So, talk!” You hiss, crossing your arms in front of your chest, feeling the need to break the silence before you did something you’d end up regretting.

He blinks, clearly still mesmerized by the fact that his lousy strategy to get you to do what he wanted worked.

“I saw you left not even five minutes later from that… Well, awkward moment”, he wiggles his eyebrows exaggeratedly as he speaks. “You got yourself a nice suitor, huh?”

“The moment was awkward all thanks to you!” You fumed, unconsciously raising your pointer finger in his direction. “You asshole!”

“Why am I the asshole here? I just told him the truth!” He stated emphatically, with a flicker in his eyes you were just not able to identify precisely.

You were able to smell the alcohol in his breath, due to the closeness, and you felt even more disgusted to be in his presence.

“After cheating on me, you think you have the right to come back and interfere in my love life?” You whisper, angrily. It feels like the temperature in your house is rising, but you know it’s just your anger making you feel hot on the inside. “What did I do to you, Jimin-ssi? Why do you feel like destroying my life every chance you get? Just leave me alone!”

You see your words have an effect on him and whatever he was about to say, you feel like your words have just stopped him from going on. He sighs loudly and when you were about to kick him out of your house, he starts again.

“Who… Who is he, babe?” He looked down as the question finally left his lips.

You almost missed him, his arms around you, his voice whispering soft words in your ears. You almost allow his vulnerable demeanor to get to you.

Almost, but you know better.

Sighing, just like he did seconds ago, you voiced.

“Why do you even care, Jimin? You have nothing to do with my life anymore, you know?” You run your hands through your hair, nervously, looking away from him for a second. “As I’ve told you earlier today, you should’ve moved on by now, after all, you were the one who chatead. Own up to your mistakes, dear, you’re a grown ass man. And stop calling me babe!”

He looks at you, wide eyed after you snap at him. The fact that after all these months without seeing him, you were finally able to say everything you wanted to say to his face brought you some sort of relief.

“When I saw you today, after all the time we’ve been apart, I realized that's the problem… I have nothing to do with your life anymore. I miss you, Y/n”.

It's so hard to hear him saying those things. Mostly, because, deep down you know you miss him too. It hurts so bad to know that you can never have him back, despite loving him. You'd never be able to truly let go of what he did to you. Acknowledging it was the hardest part, it felt like the lump in your throat just got bigger.

“You can't change that unless you have a time machine”, you said under your breath, more to yourself than to him.

“I can't believe he took this away from me too… Fuck…", he snorts, rubbing his face harshly with both of his hands.”

“What are you trying to say? Who is he?", you ask him impatiently. You would not have him just throwing crazy and riddled information at you at this point. "Are you talking about Taehyung?

“No. It's not about Taehyung. Nevermind", his eyelids drop as he mumbles.

“Really? Is that how shit’s gonna go down? You come to my house to pester me in the middle of the night like you had the right to still be in my life after what you did? And you talk in riddles, like, if there's something I still need to know, now's the only time!” You stop, trying to find the right words to try to get to him as much as he did to you. He didn't move, his eyes were still closed as you spoke. As he made no move, you felt like you could continue. “You know what’s funny, though? I guess if things had worked out with miss thing, you wouldn’t be here right now. So, thank you for showing me you’re just a lonely piece of shit. It's good to know you're in pain too”.

“You still have no idea, do you?” He snorts, mouth agape as he eyed you.

“Oh well, I don't know if I do. Please, enlighten me, Jimin-ssi. Did the illuminati make you cheat on me or something?"” Scorn spewing out of your words.

He looks at you once more, his eyes burning with longing. It just made your blood boil even more inside of your veins.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I can’t even say how all of that broke my heart in, like, one million pieces”, he whimpered lowly, his head down as the words left his lips, not really entertaining your mockery.

You snort.

“How all of that broke your heart? Have you considered that if you had not cheated, we’d still be together? Have you thought about how all of that broke my heart?” You poke him angrily on his chest, feeling the unwelcome misery settling once more in your chest once you heard Jimin’s words. “It was all your fault, Jimin! If we’re not together right now, it's your fault! You broke my heart!”

You vomit all those words at him, holding back the years with every single bit of strength left in you. His eyes travel up to meet yours as you spoke, Jimin’s features are clouded by something you can’t quite name. Is it regret? It must be, it’s the only thing that makes sense. Maybe he’s genuinely sad about it too, but it honestly doesn’t matter. Or maybe there was really something he was trying to tell.

Whatever it is, hee deserves to deal with it on his own. You don’t have to allow him to drag you back to the hole of pain you were able to come out of, very recently, by the way.

“You’re right, Y/n-ssi. It was all my fault. I shouldn’t have come here, I don’t know what I was thinking.” He sighs, running his hands through his dark locks that fell to the sides, looking partially messed, in a very attractive way. “Again, I’m sorry. For everything. Maybe, someday-”.

“Yeah, sure. It doesn’t matter anymore”, you cut him short. You just can’t do this anymore, you can’t listen to him whining. Not without bursting into tears and you definitely didn't want to cry in front of him.

On the other hand, the attraction you feel for him, right now, standing before your front door, his features barely lit by the only source of light coming from your bedroom behind you. You hate him for still looking great, for still messing with you, for still being the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. You hate yourself too for feeling like that about him, after all this time.

“Is… This guy. Is he nice to you?” He breaks the silence, his voice as soft as feather touch against your ears.

“He’s just a guy, Jimin. But just stop… Stop asking”, you mutter. “Please, just go”.

He nods, still gazing at you with his magnetic dark eyes.

“I hope you know this”, he points to himself and to you, as he jerks his head in your direction. “Us. Me being here. It means I still have very strong feelings for you. Very strong feelings I can’t control, I guess”.

“I don’t wanna know, Jimin-ssi. Really”.

“I’m sorry, but by the way you still look at me… I’m sure there's still something there. Maybe you’ve done a nice job locking it away, but I know it’s still there”.

“I don’t-”, you stop yourself, and turn to him with a louder tone. “Just fucking go!”

The control you had over yourself so far was gone, you just want him out of your sight. Hopefully, out of your mind too.

When it finally seemed like he was ready to leave, he turned to you once more, gazing intensely into your eyes. Before you had the chance to tell him the get the fuck out for the last time, he had his arms around your waist and his lips found yours; hungrily.

His kiss was exactly the way you remembered. Intense. Passionate. Breathtaking. Right. It just felt like home. His tongue pursues yours in a fervent twirl and your tongue corresponds in the same intensity. His hand travels upwards, resting on the nape of your neck, spreading a pleasurable warm sensation where it touched.

He pins you up against the wall, his lips not leaving yours for a split second. He pressed his body against yours and you wrapped your arms around his neck, enclosing any space that could be left between your body and his. He felt so warm against you and the way his touch felt against your skin made it impossible for your brain to think about anything other than the right now and how much you longed for him.

“I’ve missed this”, he said softly, his plumpy lips against yours. “So much”.

He presses his lips against yours once more, but now you realize you can taste the soju on his tongue. Then, you come to your senses.

You’re missing your drunk ex-boyfriend in the middle of the night. This is the man who cheated on you. The man who made a fool out of you and didn’t give a fuck about your feelings. You swore you wouldn't allow him to touch ever again. Here you are, breaking your own promise. Worse part is, maybe he won’t even remember anything that was said or done when we wakes up tomorrow.

In an instinctive impulse, you push him as hard as you can, trying to create as much distance as possible from Jimin. You don't face him long enough to know what happens to him, besides the confused look on his face after forcing him away from you.

“Jimin-ssi… Just get the fuck out of my house”, you start babbling, but trying to control the wobbliness in your voice.

You hate yourself for being so weak, all it took him was a kiss and you almost dropped all the defenses you’d worked so hard to build up.

“Y/n, just hear me out, please… I wanna tell you everything”, he cried out, his somewhat wobbly voice coming from behind you.

“Jimin, please!” You murmur, imploring. “Just leave me alone.

And there was silence. It felt like time had stopped, you just focused on not allowing the weight on your chest to take over you. You don’t know how long it takes, but you hear your front door being slammed, then all you could do was allow yourself the tears you were holding back to roll down your cheeks in an attempt to release this pain from your chest.

part 2

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Hcs for Rodrick w/ an artistic s/o? who makes their own custom loded diper shirts? Who does small paintings or doodles on his van when allowed? Who has a sketchbook full of little drawings of him???

This is such a cute idea omg😭 yes I can definitely do that

He begs you to design tattoos for him, so you make him a little flash sheet of doodles to give him ideas. His favourite one is a sketch of a snake, someday he wants to get it as a sleeve, winding all the way down his arm.

Before a show, you surprised the band with custom löded diper shirts you'd made by bleach painting them. They all had the band's logo and a cool picture that you'd designed (Rodrick's was the grim reaper playing the drums). Needless to say, the entire band freaked out over this, congratulating a very smug Rodrick on getting himself a real keeper.

He loves it when he catches you sketching him, you always get embarrassed, as if he's not literally your boyfriend. He teases you for being so shy, and reassures you that he finds it flattering.

For Christmas you painted one of the heffley family portraits and gifted it to Susan, who absolutely ADORED it, and you.

Rodrick is quite artistic too, so sometimes you work together on pictures for fun. One of you will draw the outline and the other has to add colour. The pictures usually come out looking.... contemporary is the nice way to put it.

Sometimes Rodrick likes to take you on dates to art galleries or museums to help inspire you, constantly telling you "someday all these walls will be covered in your work, baby"

He gets you to draw all over everything he owns, you painted little nuclear waste symbols on his docs which he LOVED (a/n, fun fact: my mum was a punk in the 80s and she painted that symbol on her boots, so shoutout to me mum for the inspo ig lol)

You're planning to move in together soon, so as a surprise Rodrick took you to a paint your own pottery place, where you each painted bowls for eachother to have your morning cereal out of.

Rodrick wants to hang up every single piece of art you make, like EVERYTHING. Whether it's a huge canvas or a doodle on a napkin, he thinks it all deserves to be shown off.

He constantly jokes "I can't throw this doodle away! It's a y/n original, this is gonna be worth a lot of money someday!"

A/n this was such a cute idea thsnk u so much for the request :^)

Replies and reblogs are very much appreciated because I thrive off of your validation

Requests are open and very much encouraged! Check my pinned post for Request rules and my masterlist <3

#rodrick #rodrick rules #rodrick heffley #doawk #diary of a wimpy kid #rodrick hefflei #devon bostick #rodrick headcanon #rodrick x reader #diary of a wimpy kid rodrick #rodrick hcs #hcs #rodrick heffley headcanon #headcanon #rodrick fluff #fluff #not my rodrick

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yolkema · 5 months

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two custom loading screens for ts2!

i made these two loading screens quite a while ago (like.. 1-2 years ago lol) but i've only ever shared them in a few places on discord. i ended up realizing today that i could upload them for download now that i use tumblr, so here you go! (previews taken without reshade, of course!)

Morning Trees ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ the name's a little uncreative imo, but this is one of my favorite loading screens that i use in my own game, made from one of my own screenshots that i took in my pleasantview quite a long time ago now! (too bad i don't have the og image saved anymore lol) it's also based on clean ui! i'm not interested in making a version for starship or pink ui, but if anyone wants to, why not (as long as you credit me, ofc) Download Morning Trees

DETERMINATION ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ you might be able to guess what this one's inspired by. i made this a while ago for someone else's game on discord, so shoutout goes to them for the original idea! (i don't think they have tumblr as far as im aware) also credit goes to toby fox for the original game, the background, etc.

Download DETERMINATION also, i made a custom splash file to go with the second one! (it comes from this.) Download Custom Splash

how to install: put one (1) of the loading screens in your base game ui folder (...TSData/Res/UI). or if you're like me and you use the loading randomizer by greatcheesecakepersona, you can just put this in your custom_loading_screens folder! for the splash file, you have to put the file into the Sound folder of the latest EP (...TSData/Res/Sound). an example would be Apartment Life, if you have the UC. you'll also have to rename it to just Splash.package if you're not using the loading randomizer! as always, you should keep backups of your original loading screen/splash files.

anyways have fun y'all !

#ts2 #the sims 2 #sims 2 #sims #sims 2 loading screens #ts2 loading screens #sims 2 cc #ts2 cc

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tojisun · 2 years

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I’m new on Tumblr so I’m not sure if this is how I request if it’s not then please do ignore but if it is then honey would you do a little something with Toji inspired in Off To The Races by Lana Del Rey but without any mention of drugs, please, I already have too many troubles with family members regarding that lol 🥲

If u can do that I throughly appreciate that I was listening to that song the other day and couldn’t help but imagine Toji as our old man 🥺 (even tho I’m 22 I like that age gap girl I can’t with him 😩)

OMFG THIS TROPE AND SONG MADE ME FALL IN LOVE WITH TOJI EVEN MORE!!!

okie so i dont really know what it is you had in mind but i hope you will like this one <33 im sorry it took so long, but thank you so much for this req babes and take care!! // off to the races

!! age gap (reader's in her 20s, toji’s in his late 30s), clubbing, brief mentions of alcohol, possessive toji, hinted sugar daddy toji, smut (slight praise kink and dacryphilia kink)

special shoutout to the amazing feya (@iwaizoomiess) for proofreading my longest smut work and hyping me up <3

There is a steeping desire in Toji’s loins as he watches you dance with your friends, your hands clutching theirs as your hips swayed and your waist rolled along the beat.

The club is packed and the many coloured lights flicker about but even then, Toji’s full attention is just glued on you. People have even paused to watch you, admiration and desire coursing through their veins.

Toji knows the feeling. Oh, how he knows the feeling.

You are beautiful as you are. Even with loose pajamas and messy hair; even when you are trembling in sadness and crying, collapsing in Toji’s arms, and whispering wet pleas that he does not leave you—and he would never—you are beautiful.

But there is a certain beauty rolling off of you tonight as you seize control and attention on the dance floor. You are alight like a beacon of wet dreams—graceful even amidst the hyper bodies, seductive even with the smeared mascara dripping down your cheeks, and so, so tempting. But they could never come close and touch you because everyone knows. Even though they can’t see Toji, they know.

You are off limits.

You will always be off limits to everyone because Toji has no plans of letting you go. Not in this lifetime, not in this universe.

I’m blessed, Toji thinks as he tips his snifter into his lips and gulps the brandey as though it could quench the thirst that’s been bubbling from the pit of his stomach. There’s a goddess on the dance floor and she chose me.

Toji places the glass back on the table and stands.

It’s time to bring you home.

You giggle, head thrown back as laughter racks your body from your belly up, shaking your shoulders and crinkling your eyes until all the colours blend together, suspending the world in a singularity driven by the unabashed joy and the booming music. Belatedly you note that there are tears running down your cheeks, washing away your carefully crafted makeup in the wake of infectious laughter.

For the briefest of moments, it felt like fire thrums in your veins rather than blood. You feel the scourge of power beating in your chest that muffles every fear you have ever known and every anxious thoughts that have eaten you up until you are all hollowed.

A touch on your shoulder pulls you back into reality and you peel your eyes open, blinking blearily as your surroundings zone back in. The fire sizzles, leaving your tongue heavy with the phantom taste of ash. The world of music and loud voices, of hands that wander and minds that spiral—this is the world you come to.

(It is the world with him, however, and you feel like you could breathe again.)

You turn, almost lost, feeling the stuttering in your heart as you search for steely eyes. Ah, you think once you meet them, there they are.

“Darlin’,” Toji whispers, stepping into your space until he is all you can breathe in. “Look at you.” Scarred palms cup your cheeks, stroking where the damp skin is at and certainly erasing more of your makeup, but you stay rooted in your place, peering up at him.

Toji bends down and noses at your hair, hands trailing from your hips until they are clutching your sides. “So pretty for me.”

A low whining sound reverberates from your throat, your hands coming up to fist his jacket. He chuckles, nuzzling closer, looking pleased at seeing you melt because of him.

“Toji-san,” you whisper, voice breathy and light. Your eyes flutter at each soft caress over your hips where Toji’s thumbs swipe, your skin dimpling at each of their digs.

“Yes, baby?” He asks, voice grave and deep, almost guttural in desire.

Your words melt on your tongue, and your mind swims, unable to string any more sentences, rendering you speechless. You are left to gasp out his name in response.

Toji chuckles, endeared and in awe at how drunk you are off him.

“My pretty girl,” he says, pressing a kiss on the crown of your head. “Can’t even think right. S’why you need me, yeah?” He drops his lips on the tip of your ear, hovering like a teasing kiss. Goosebumps rise on your flesh, your cheeks bursting in flames as hunger expands in your stomach.

“S’why you keep making me come for you.”

Toji’s no longer asking. His voice dropped and you blink, breath hitching at the low timbre of his voice.

“N-no,” you find yourself replying, voice quiet and weak—just like your denial.

Toji huffs a humourless laugh, shaking his head as he does so, before pulling away.

No-!

You jolt, hands coming up to grab his leather jacket and yanking him back in your space. He stumbles, eyes growing wide at the action before quickly regaining his footing, his arms encircling around you to keep you two from slipping. Still, despite the fumbling, you do not look away from him, refusing to break eye contact as you find the right words to refute your lie.

Because yes, he’s right. Yes, you need Toji. Yes, you want him to chase you wherever you go. Yes. Yes. Yes.

There is not a world where you do not want Toji bursting from your shadows, ready to pull you back into his embrace because home—even after travelling miles away, hopping around from one hotel to another with your pockets heavy of Toji’s love—is with him.

There is not a world where you do not need him. Where you do not need his saving.

“Toji-san, I–”

Toji catches your lips and kisses you like he knows.

He gathers you in his arms, pulling until you are impossibly flushed: your breasts are flat on his chest, your hands clumsily finding leverage in his embrace. A hand cups the base of your head, holding it securely as Toji moves to deepen the kiss.

His teeth nip your bottom lip and you gasp, instinctively pulling away, but Toji growls—a warning—and you freeze, falling lax and melting, putty in his arms as his tongue finds yours. A mewl creeps into your lips and Toji devours it whole.

It is Toji who pulls away and you gasp, breathing in air hungrily, your hooded eyes watching the way Toji’s tongue pokes out to lick the sliver of spit in the corner of his lips.

“Taste good?” You ask, your arms coming up to tangle around his neck loosely.

Toji grins. “Y’r pussy tastes better.” He kisses your forehead softly as though he didn’t just render you speechless. “C’mon princess, lemme show you how much I missed you.”

“Okay.” You kiss his chin.

He smiles. “Good girl.”

Toji pushes the head of his cock in slowly, dragging out the intrusion causing the stretch to burn deliciously. You whine, lifting your hips up from the bed, but Toji just tuts and presses his free hand flat on your belly, pushing you back down.

“Be patient,” he murmurs, going back to pressing another inch in, his sharp eyes zoned in on your trembling hips and your glistening heat.

“Fuck,” you mewl, clawing the sheets, numb to everything but the steady slide of Toji’s cock. You tremble under him, skin flushed and warm, your breath coming out ragged.

Toji hums, his brows furrowed as he reels from the pleasure. You’re squeezing around him so well, plush walls twitching and hungrily sucking him in. He can feel the sweat building on his palm where it lays on your belly, but Toji stays resolute in taking things slow.

Another inch breaches your walls and Toji watches raptly as you throw your head back into the pillows, exposing the column of your neck.

Beautiful. You are utterly beautiful.

“Toji-san, please!”

Weeping eyes turn to him and Toji almost loses his resolve, feeling the last tendrils of his patience slowly ebbing away. His hips stutter as he breathes in heavily, grasping at his slipping sanity before he can ruin his hard-work.

“Just a few more inches, princess. A few more, okay? You’re doing so good for me, baby.” Toji presses a kiss below your heaving chest, peppering a few more over your ribs.

You nod weakly, a broken hum of, “Okay,” making it past your lips before another moan weaves out from between your teeth as Toji pushes himself in more. Your legs jump, feeling the head of Toji’s length brush a sensitive spot along your walls.

A long keen rumbles from your throat, your teeth digging into your bottom lip as you twitch at the sharp pleasure that engulfs you whole.

“Fuck, y’feel amazing,” Toji hisses, shaking from the exertion, his free hand gripping your waist to tether himself as he feels you squeeze tighter around him. “Just. Just a lil’ more, baby. We’re almost there.”

You whimper, sobbing as you nod weakly. Toji croons, pushing the last inch in, stuffing himself to the hilt. You garble a half-moan and a half-cry, dizzy at the feeling of being so full, and Toji pauses, overwhelmed by how snug your pussy feels around him.

“Good, right?” Toji asks after a moment of numbing bliss, head turned to peer at you and smiling softly as if he’s not hilt-deep in you. You hum shakily, eyes closing as Toji wipes away your tears. He presses kisses over your shut eyes before straightening up.

Wide palms grip your sides as Toji slowly pulls out, not quite dragging out the slide this time as his patience finally reached its limit, but still not quite frantic yet either.

Yet.

He watches you breathe in deeply and quickly, in awe of the way your body involuntarily flinches at each thrust.

“Love you, baby,” he says, before slamming in.

You don’t even get to process Toji’s whispered confession as pleasure bursts in you.

A scream scratches at your throat and you jolt, dizzy from the sudden change in pace. Toji grunts, eyes screwed shut, his hips beginning to piston quickly. He rolls his hips, angling them to make sure that he hits the sensitive bundle of nerves in you at each thrust.

Your mind is mush.

You moan, sounds chopped up at each heavy thrust of Toji’s cock. Your hands fly to his back, holding on for leverage and scratching when the euphoric ecstasy feels too submerging.

“That’s it. My pretty girl, taking me in so well. You missed this, didn’t you? Missed me?” Toji drawls on, scarred lips tugged up in a feral smile as he watches you.

There is something so maddeningly beautiful in the way your eyes roll back, your jaw dropping open, and your tongue lolling out. Drool drips from the corners of your lips, making your saliva-slick lips glisten. Tears clump your lashes together, smearing your eyeliner and mascara as it runs down your face in a mess, and yet you look so marvelous this way.

Incoherent. Stupid. Drunk off his cock.

“My pretty, pretty girl. I love you like this. Can you even hear me, princess? Anyone home?”

You can only reply with a warbled moan. Toji laughs.

“So good to me. For me. Oh, doll, what would I ever do without you?” Toji tosses his head back after another sharp thrust, your wet walls hungrily gripping his length as if desperate to keep him nestled in you. He grunts, goosebumps racing over his skin as his orgasm builds.

Toji bends, mounting you, wet lips closing around on a hardened nipple. At this angle, Toji is left to hump your pussy, switching to shallow, but still powerful, thrusts. Your hands find purchase in his hair and you pull, fisting black strands as Toji sucks on your nipple.

“Toji-sa’!” You scream, body tensing as the blinding pleasure finally begins to spill over. “Gon’ cum! Gon’ cu-!”

Toji growls at the painfully tight squeeze on his cock, biting down on the fat of your tit as he digs himself snug in your walls. With a deep groan, Toji spills himself in you. Your hips twitch as Toji fills you up, and you mewl at the feeling.

Toji slowly removes his lips from your nipple and rises slightly, closely hovering over you. You sigh as he moves to plant soft kisses over your swollen eyes and on your throbbing lips.

“You did amazing,” Toji whispers when he breaks the kiss. You hum, brows pinched as soreness finally creeps in after the lust starts to dwindle away.

Toji pulls out slowly, whispering a soft apology as you hiss at the movement, your face contorting in discomfort. He drops down beside you and wraps you in his embrace gently.

“Lemme take care of you,” Toji says and presses a kiss on your forehead.

“M’kay,” you hum tiredly.

He smiles, his gaze proud and affectionate. You turn away, shying away from all the sudden attention. Toji chuckles, endeared, before kissing your lips lightly again.

(“Do you?” He asked, his hand coming up to pluck his glasses from his face and rest them on the table.

“Do I what?” You asked back, rising from the loveseat and crossing the space to stand in front of him.

Toji’s lips curl in desire at seeing you wear one of the dresses that he gifted you. He studied you as you walked, going parched at how beautiful you are, especially dressed for him. Dressed by him.

“Toji-san?”

He danced his eyes up your body slowly, ensuring that you knew that he had been checking you out. Toji is delighted at seeing the blush on your cheeks.

“Do you really wanna stay with me? I’m years older.”

“Yes.”

Toji’s heart thrummed at your immediate response. You took his silence as an incentive to go on.

“Toji-san, I want you. I love you. You think I care about your age?”

Toji grunted. “A fifteen-year gap ain’t a lil’ normal, kid.”

You shrugged before rounding his table and gingerly making your way to him. Toji dragged his chair out slightly, giving you space so you can sit on his lap, and his hands came up to hold your waist tight, guiding you over carefully.

His eyes locked in on the way your dress rode up your thighs, teasing Toji even more. He thumbs the exposed skin and trembled at the sharp gasp you let out. Toji paused and looked back at you.

“See,” you began. “This—the way you look at me—is something I don’t want from anyone else but you. I want you to be the one loving me, Toji-san. I want to grow old with you. So what if you’re years older? We just. We love each other, anyways, right?”

“Yes.” It was Toji’s turn to be quick with an answer. “We do.”

“Good.” A pause. “So stop with the questions and kiss me.”

Toji grinned, huffing a laugh. “C’mere then.”)

#suns.rq #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x you #toji smut #jjk x reader #toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro smut #jjk x you #jjk x reader smut #fushiguro toji x reader #i loved loved writing this. thank you so much!#i hope i did the prompt justice #i too love the age gap w toji. idk. it makes me feel small in the safest way #<- hope that makes sense #hypnocountrymusicfunnyfan #ask #suns.f #suns

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lincolndjarin · 9 months

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BKS ✦ notes & bts : chapters 1-5

spoilers for chapter 1-5 of Best Kept Secret!!

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a/n :

I feel like this is just SO self indulgent of me but whatever I guess lmao, bks is my brain baby currently and I will take any excuse to talk about it. These posts are going to be long in-depth dives into my writing process, dress inspo, music i was inspired by, etc. of the mentioned chapters so settle in cause this is what i'm doing today lol. also this might be the longest one bc i'm gonna talk about starting and coming up with everything.

starting writing and original outlines :

i've said this so many times lmao but i wrote the ending first. like the ending ending. i work really long hours at a job that has me listening to music for like ten hours a day while i work so i get a lot of thinking time lmao. basically i originally wrote it as a story with no specific characters in mind. I'm a big Pedro fan so i was between characters i thought fit the fic but settled on din because i think he fit the character i was imagining best. (it helps that he's in my top three pedro characters lol) from there laid out a vague outline in my mind of where i wanted to start so i created a set list of characters and basically just dove right in without much to guide me except for an ending point lmao. it wasnt until closer to like chapter 15-16 when i started properly outline each chapter in advance in the document, before that i just wrote vague notes in a notebook that i didn't end up following all that well lmao

music :

i've also said this at one point but the original name of best kept secret was "my keeper and i" i wrote the first three chapters in the same week and spread out the posting but i used the same playlist for most of the early stuff so here's that!!

original bks playlist

inspirations :

if you've seem/read bridgerton then you might know that i took a lot of inspiration from the pattern the show uses and still do.

basically the show has a pattern of the couple getting together and breaking it off or having an issue that's resolved and then there's a new issue. i've sort of been following that sorta kinda

also reader is heavily based on charlotte because i had just finished queen charlotte when i started writing bks

din is more based on anthony bridgerton than george, (anyone unfamiliar with bridgerton, george is the love interest in queen charlotte)

also a lot of din's style of self loathing is based on edwards from twilight LMAO

notes :

here's a random page of misc. notes that i lowkey can't decipher lol

here are my chapter four notes! shoutout to when i didn't realize it was sarad'ika and it was originally ika sarad lmaooo

there's some unused dialogue here, specifically there was going to be a longer conversation about how he wanted to get her out of the castle more often as well as a scene where she was going to eat fruit ands it was gonna drip down her front and he was gonna wipe it off. it was gonna be a whole thing lmao but it didn't really fit the rest of the chapters vibe.

so.... originally there was a timeline issue where the first lunar interlude (i'm a huge taz balance fan and that's where i got the name lunar interlude from lmaoooo, i have 2 taz tattoos) was going to be chapter 4 and then it was going to be chapter 6 and then it made the most sense to make it 5, so any timeline notes here are wrong.

in my original concept for the fic, every chapter was going to end with a small portion of din pov, but it didn't flow well and i really didn't like it so it ended up being easier having it be specific chapters.

when writing the first lunar interlude i went through and read the previous chapters and wrote down how i thought he was feeling during each scene which is what these notes are ^

dresses :

here's a collection of the dresses i used as inspo for chapters 1-5 (these were posted on my old account but i'm gonna put them here as well!!)

chapter one :

the wedding dress was based on this dress!!

and this is the sort of jewelry i was picturing but this stuff is still pretty, i couldn't find anything as ugly as what i was picturing for her wedding jewelry.

this is the sort of stuff i pictured for her blue dresses she hates but honestly all of these are pretty as well LMAO. in all honesty i think that the blue dresses she doesn't like wearing are probably pretty i think she mostly just hates what they stand for and also they put her in gaudy makeup and jewelry as well which doesn't help

chapter two :

used all sorts of dresses as inspo for this chapter! here are these!

chapter three :

sort of a combination of these for the chapter three dress, if that makes sense lmao

chapter four :

something along these lines for the garden dress!!

that's all for these chapters!! I'll probably do 6-15 for the next one since there won't be as many notes for those and then go back to five each for the rest!! i have to do some practice makeup for the concert i'm going to this week so the next one of these will be up either tonight or tomorrow!!

#lincolndjarin #best kept secret #the mandalorian

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obscured-everything · 2 days

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OBSCURA trailer analysis & theories

The OBSCURA trailer is very pretty (watch it if you haven’t already <3) and is also full of interesting symbolism and snippets of Latin. In this post I’m going to be manually translating and providing notes on the Latin, as well as discussing what the numbers mean and giving my own plot speculations. SPOILERS for OBSCURA’s Chapter 1 with every love interest.

I’m going to be working with the theory that the numbers correspond to the Major Arcana in a Rider–Waite–Smith tarot deck. I’ll be pulling tarot card information from A.E. Waite’s 1910 book ‘The Pictorial Key to the Tarot’, where he discusses the symbolism of the images in the cards and provides divinatory meanings.

Shoutout to @/starlitmanta and @/mostlygayrage for posting their own analyses before me! I got inspired by both of them to both write down my thoughts and then actually finish the post after leaving it for months lol. @/mostlygayrage has some interesting stuff on the imagery and also delved into the Latin! Although he took it as one sentence which I won’t be doing – I’m going to take the double forward slashes as an indication of a break.

Disclaimer that I haven’t formally studied Latin in years so if there are any errors feel free to point it out in the notes!

Cirrus

18. Presbyter // Ecclesiae lunaris XVII: The Moon. Priest // Lunar churches

18. Obsequium // ducit ad caelum Obedience // he leads to heaven TL notes N/A Tarot meaning To quote Waite, “The moon is increasing on what is called the side of mercy… the path between the towers is the issue into the unknown. The dog and wolf are the fears of the natural mind in the presence of that place of exit, when there is only reflected light to guide it…the message is: Peace, be still; and it may be that there shall come a calm upon the animal nature...”

Upright: Hidden enemies, danger, darkness, terror, deception, occult forces, error. Reversed: Instability, inconstancy, silence, lesser degrees of deception and error. Speculation I think we can all agree that Cirrus is not trustworthy, hence danger, deception, occult forces etc. Nevertheless, Vesper (if you’ve got a good ending, at least) puts great degrees of trust in him. ‘A calm upon the animal nature’ calls to mind his odd ability to influence Vesper’s choices and force them into saying ‘yes’, but I also thought it might reference something about Vesper putting aside their instinctive reservations about Cirrus’ suspicious character to follow him into an unknown future.

Leading to heaven is, to me, a bit double-edged; it could mean death or paradise. Very fitting, I think.

Keir

20. Keir // Cavillatur fur XX: Judgement. Keir // Mocking thief

20. Fatum // vestrum vel extraneus [Destiny / (calamitous) death] // yours or a stranger TL notes I’m inclined to believe that Keir’s name being his plain name rather than an epithet is probably just part of his blunt kind of character, and ‘mocking thief’ is probably related to his personality too. Also, there is another piece of Latin on that first screen – ‘cultellus’, which means ‘dagger’ and points downwards towards where his dagger is held. Also, ‘fatum’ is a very interesting word in that it carries an intriguing potential double meaning. Tarot meaning Upright: Change of position, renewal, outcome. Reversed: Weakness, pusillanimity, simplicity; also deliberation, decision, sentence. Speculation Waite’s initial discussion of Judgement is very Biblical which I doubt has much to do with OBSCURA’s use of it. I do think the divinatory meanings are very interesting – I think that at a good/best end of Keir’s route, he’ll be able to come out on top and secure a good and/or stable future for himself and/or Mouse Hole.

My current theory is that, since we have had mentions of Keir and Oleander in each others’ routes, that they have direct effects on each others’ fates. This fits with ‘yours or a stranger’ of course, but also the double-edged ‘destiny or (calamitous) death’ – I’ll speculate more in Oleander’s route, but I think he and potentially most of Mouse Hole will not fare well if Vesper picks Oleander.

I’m interested in why his dagger was explicitly pointed out and labelled. I’m kind of shooting in the dark here but I think it’ll be significant in the future – either as a symbol of his history (specifically with Oleander, perhaps?) or as a plot device of some sort.

Oleander

11. Nerii // Periculosum scurra XI: Justice. Of oleander // Dangerous clown

11. Patiuntur // sicut habes They are suffering // just like you are TL notes More technically, ‘nerii’ is the genitive of ‘nerium’, which means oleander. This makes sense to me when I think about how he’s had a history of changing names – he’s moreso embodying the qualities of oleander (a pretty but dangerous plant) rather than taking it as a definitive name.

‘Patiuntur’ is in the plural, and suffering might be a strong word depending on how you look at it – the original word is like enduring through something difficult or unpleasant. Tarot meaning Waite basically says that the card has ‘obvious meanings’ so I don’t think I need to look too closely into it.

Upright: Equity, rightness, probity, executive; triumph of the deserving side in law. Reversed: Law in all its departments, legal complications, bigotry, bias, excessive severity Speculation The second half of the second piece of Latin, ‘sicut habes’, is in the second-person and I’m assuming that this is meant to address Vesper/MC. Maybe Oleander is also looking for something that he can’t find or afford, although the plural throws me off a bit if that’s the case. Maybe it’s referencing Oleander’s previous Vigils (since Vesper is currently holding that position, ‘just like’ they have) or something…?

Now, here is my plot theory which may or may not be insane. We know that Oleander has committed murder, and was very blasé about it; presumably he’s done this sort of thing before. We know that in his route, Keir has been alluded to, Griff has shown up and Keir is presumably going to show up at some point. I think that Oleander’s involvement with Keir is going to end very poorly for Keir, even leading to the calamity insinuated in Judgement. Specifically, I think that Oleander and Keir are going to be caught up in a serious crime and Keir is going to take the fall, leading to a permanent end for him (death, probably) and the following collapse of Mouse Hole. Oleander will get off lightly or scot-free (Justice’s ‘triumph of the deserving side in law’, ‘deserving’ as opposed to Keir who is indisputably a criminal and receives ‘excessive severity’).

This could be from Keir and his group failing the burglary since Vesper isn’t there to cover for the injured lookout, or it could be something else that brings in the dagger which was pointed out in Keir's portion of the trailer. I’m thinking murder, honestly.

Francesco

10. Franciscum // innocentes nobiles X: Wheel of Fortune. Francisco // innocent nobles

10. Tempus // decurrit Time // runs out TL notes Grammatically, ‘Franciscum’ is in the accusative (the case used to mark the ‘object’ on which a verb acts). This could be a stylistic thing or it could allude to how he’s being ‘acted upon’ by whatever power/influence his family have.

‘Decurrit’ is literally ‘runs down’ which fits with the hourglass imagery, but I imagine that the spirit of the phrase is ‘runs out’ especially since his route already alludes to that. Tarot meaning To quote Waite, “the symbolic picture stands for the perpetual motion of a fluidic universe and for the flux of human life … the essential idea of stability amidst movement. Behind the general notion expressed in the symbol there lies the denial of chance and the fatality which is implied therein.”

Upright: destiny, fortune, elevation, luck, felicity. Reversed: increase, abundance, superfluity. Speculation I think that at some point within Francesco’s route, his family is going to be further involved. I assume that these are the ‘innocent nobles’, which makes me think that whatever state or situation that they find Francesco in won’t be very innocent at all. Alternatively, it could be that his family is more innocent/harmless than they present themselves as – depending on circumstance, this could be a big win for Vesper or a big loss because they don’t have the family backing that they thought they did.

The Wheel of Fortune carries connotations of luck and change in fortune. I assume that Vesper provides Francesco with some degree of ‘stability amidst movement’ and that any ‘denial of chance’ involves Francesco leaving the marketplace and returning to the very clearly mapped out future that his family has for him, thus leading to a bad end. ——————————

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