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Hype Train!

F! Streamer Reader x M!Yandere Streamer OC

Part 7~

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Part: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: !F reader, use of she/her when referring to reader, reader has a vagina, YANDERE, pet names (pretty, pretty girl,good girl, ), private jet ride(it’s a fantasy world let’s pretend it’s not killing the planet faster XC), exhibitionism, smut, P in V, NSFW, livestream sex, sex in front of others, teasing, cock keep away(lol i cannot remember what that’s called i’ll edit later XD)

“Mroooooooow”

“it’s okay, pretty baby! It’s just a short trip, Jasper said so!” You coo at Opal, knowing it’s not gonna stop her from howling the whole way there.

She doesn’t even like car trips, you hate to have to put her through a wholeass plane ride.

Uhg.

You hope her poor little ears don’t pop.

“Hey Jasper, can we stop at the emergency vet before we go back to your place? I just wanna get Opal some pain meds if possible.”

“Our place, y’mean. And ‘f course, pretty.” He pulls your hand not going toward tsa.

“H-hey Jasper, tsa is that way…” you point.

“We’ll be headin’ that way ina sec…” He knocks on a door you didn’t even notice.

“Jasper? isn’t that like a maintenance door or something?”

He laughs, “Yeah, pretty, it is.”

someone answers only a second later, Jasper holds up his ID.

You look quizzically.

The man then checks something off on his tablet, takes your bags, and ushers you both to tsa.

He guides you to the front of the line, “Jasper???” You whisper.

“Yes, pretty girl?” His smirk is too much and you roll your eyes.

“What is all this, there was a line.”

“Yeah. Don’t gotta wait when you have your own jet.”

“WHAT?!” Everyone looks at you a little annoyed, mostly just confused until they look back at their phones. “Jasper, you didn’t mention you had a JET. How??? do you even??? What is your JOB again?”

“Streamer,” He grins, looking back at you as if it’s nothing.

“Streamers don’t ever make that much money Jasper!” you try and keep your voice down, and you end up hissing.

“MROOOOOOOOWWWWWW” Opal yowls again.

Jasper sticks his fingertip in her carrier and scritches her chin, smiling to himself.

“…”

Your jaw drops.

“Ya like it, pretty?” he leans in close you your ear. It probably would have turned you on, if you weren’t so flabbergasted.

“Why is there a fucking bed. ON A PLANE?”

“Why not? Can’t ya think of a few reasons to have one? hmm~” His teasing is both infuriating and so, so hot.

Maybe it’s more hot because it’s so infuriating?

“Jasper. this is ridiculous.” If your sharp glare could cut right through him, it would be slicing through the plane itself.

“Is it?” He drops his one bag nonchalantly onto a chair, before plopping himself onto the center couch. He stretches out like a satisfied cat.

You look for a safe place to put Opal for the ride, opting for the other chair.

His hungry eyes follow you as your back is turned, the way you bend slightly, your skirt moves forward, giving him a perfect view of your little panties.

Youre probably looking for a seatbelt.

Fretting this way and that to make sure your precious little kitty will be safe.

He can’t help grinning.

Your hands are on your hips now.

Now you stomp your foot slightly at there being no seat belt.

“She’ll be fine, pretty. Now come sit”

When you turn, the couch looks a lot smaller than it did initially…

He’s right in the middle.

You go to squeeze next to him.

“nuh uh, pretty~ righ’ here.” He pats his lap.

You swallow. “Jasper, are you even real?”

He cant help the bellowing laugh leaving his chest, “‘f course, pretty, need me t’pinch ya?” he teases.

“Maybe…”

“I can think of other ways to prove i’m real~”

His hand finds yours and pulls you over top of him.

Your knees find purchase on either side of his spread legs.

“I’m s’glad you thought ahead, pretty~” He fluffs your skirt. “Now sit.” Everytime he commands you to do something your body shudders, and obeys without hesitation.

His tented trousers poke your sensitive place instantly.

You start grinding forgetting this whole situation at the same time.

“Jasper,”

“Yes, pretty~?”

“Please don’t ever wake me.” It comes out a desperate plea.

His face says he was expecting something else, but changes to a much softer expression. He pulls you into a tight embrace.

You both sit there in each others arms for a minute.

The moment isn’t ruined, but the mood does change when his dick twitches against his jeans.

You think that must be painful…

You reach down to free him, and he gently swats your hand.

“Not yet~ Wait until the run way’s clear.”

“Jasperrrrrr” You whine and wiggle your hips.

“S’impatient~” His fingers trace your jaw. “You want my cock that bad, pretty~”

You nod, “Yes!”

You hear footfalls, and a couple bags thumping.

You spin so fast, and try to stand, but Jasper grabs your sides to hold you in his lap.

“Hey Jazzy,” You hear a voice that sounds just like his, and when you look over at them as best you can… They look exactly the same. Aside from faintly glowing eyes.

“Huh??” You spin the other way as far as you can.

“Hai there, Y/N!!” An adorable sort of looking guy speaks. He looks younger than you, but you really aren’t sure.

“Jasper” You hiss out a whisper.

“These are my dearest friends, pretty. Dev.in and Issac.”

Issac waves cutely, before looking into Opal’s carrier…

“H-hey!” You wiggle against Jasper’s grasp.

He holds firm. “Relax, pretty. Issac’s like a cat and dog whisperer rr some shit.”

True enough, Issac takes Opal out and holds her over his shoulder. She’s purring and her whining has completely stopped.

He sits in her previous spot.

Dev.in takes the other seat, dropping Jaspers bag onto the floor next to theirs.

“Jasper, I thought we were gonna…”

“We still are, pretty girl, don’t worry.”

“B-b-but!”

“Do ya not want to now that m’friends are here?”

It might be kinda hot…

You look behind you at both of them… Then to an open laptop directly behind you on the table… It’s recording, and it’s got a perfect view of your covered ass and Jaspers legs underneath you.

“A-and that?”

“We’re streamers, pretty, why don’ we show e’ryone what we were really up to…”

His dick twitches again.

You gulp.

Your hands shake as you reach for his zipper…

He doesn’t stop you this time.

You fall forward, your chest slamming into his face as the plane starts to move.

He laughs, “Ops, sorry, I’ll hold ya better,”

His grip does tighten with one hand… The other let’s go in favor of unbuttoning your top.

“mm,” You let out a quiet whimper.

“Lemme have at these, pretty,”

“‘kayyy,” You salivate looking at that huge dick of his, with that blushy pink tip and that delicious feeling piercing…

You rise up, as you do he lifts your skirt with one hand.

“Jas!-”

He holds the base of his member, angling it toward you. “C’mon pretty, sit on this cock like the good girl y’are.”

You lower yourself enough for that piercing to tease your slit. “Ah!” The contact from the hot thing, makes you whine.

“that’s m’ girl, tease yourself on my cock,” he holds it steady as you rock your hips hovering just enough over it to make you crazy.

It feels magnetic, the way it just finds your quim everytime and threatens to breach your entrance.

Your hips rotate, “mmf!” His piecing flicks your clit, “Ahh!!” then you move to where it’s just about to enter you again.

“Ja-AH!” as you whine again, he grabs your tit roughly. “J-Jasper!”

You feel the plane pick up speed, and you grab Jasper’s shoulders.

You sink down enough to take his tip, and then rise back up.

“Mmm! ah!” your breathing picks up, the teasing you’re putting yourself through is driving you mad. Your belly is burning up.

The plane lifts into the air, both your stomach and your body drop, taking him in one swift motion.

Jasper still holds your skirt up, and uses his other hand to slap against your bum.

Your back arches deeper. “Ahmmm!” You’re already feeling dumb.

The way your stomach sunk as the plane takes off and his dick filled you at the same time to meet in the middle, in some heavenly clash… Your insides twitch and your head falls back in ecstasy.

He slaps your ass again, and takes your tit into his mouth.

“Ahhhhh!!! Jas-perrrrr!” his tongue flicks your nipple, “AHH!!”

you grind harder into his lap, your stomach still sinking as the plane gets higher into the air, while your filled past the brim with his huge length.

“Ffffffuck, Jas” You don’t want to think anymore at all.

“Awww, m’girl’s already cockdrunk,”

You nod and cling to his chest, your head falls onto his shoulder.

He moves both his hands up your warming ass, and pulls your skirt further up under his hands as he grips your hips.

He slowly lifts you up, making a show of how long he is, and how you took every inch.

He teases your cunt by rolling his hips, just barely pushing back into you before pulling back out.

You’re squinting, “aaaaah mmm…”you grip him tighter.

He kisses your neck, “such a perfect girl, an’all mine”

“a-all y-yours,” you mimic.

He presses up into you, “Mmm!!!” leaving just an inch out of your tender pussy, before falling back down, “Ahh! J-Jasper, p-please just f-fuck me!”

“Aww, she managed ta get a whole sentence out, should we reward her?” He agonizingly and slowly raises his hips up maybe half way, you wiggle your hips, silently begging to be filled.

He lets his hips fall and you feel like crying, “J-jaaaassperrrr” your lip pouts.

Dev.in speaks up, reminding you of their presence along with Issac’s. You don’t care enough to try and look at them, you just hold Jasper and pray he has mercy on you. “The viewers voted to make her wait until she begs for it.”

“M’sorry, pretty girl, you heard them though…”

“Noooooooo….” You struggle, moving this way and that, “Jas!!! wan it so baaddd” you slur.

“Awww, you’re not gon’ take pity on my poor girl?”

“They wanna hear her cry.” They say coldly.

“B-but I want it so b-bad already!”

He pushes you down a little, and then lifts you back up, “Unnnnnggg! Deeper!! Please!! D-deeper!!!”

He does that again, and again, with your head lolling around, your babble incoherently.

“Sounds like she’s beggin’ guys,” He thrusts up fast, but stops so painfully short of filling you and pulls back out again!

“Just! UHG! Fuck me!!! please!” You’re so frustrated you yell at him and punch his back.

“What was that??” He does it AGAIN.

“URRRHGG!!!! JASPER!!! Pleaseee!!!!” You lose your gusto halfway through the plea, and tears are rolling off your pretty cheeks as you start to sob.

“There she goes, can I give her what she wants now?”

“Yes.” They speak for the cruel viewers.

The second that yes travels through the air, Jasper is raising his hips and slapping against you rapidly, filling you and fucking you relentlessly.

“Y-Yess!! Oh my— YES!!! Harder Jasper! Please! Fuck me harder!!!” You hold onto him for dear life, using your legs as hard as you can trying to match his thrusts while he tries to hold you still.

“Oh my fffffuck!!!” The slapping is so loud in your ears, it’s like music that you’re singing along to as you bounce with the beat.

Your ass burns as he beats your quim up with his cock.

The piercing feels like it’s fucking your cervix open for him.

There’s so much pressure!

You cum around him. “Oh! fffuck!!” your body shakes wildly for the camera. This high practically shatters reality, you don’t even remember where you are, or who’s with you other than Jasper and his safe, warm lap.

“Fffuck, pretty, you’re givin’me more?” he holds you higher so not even his tip is fully in you. He slams his hips up into you then slowly pulls out, “Isn’t my girl th’best?”

“Jas—!!” Slam! he snaps upward, “Ah!! —perrrr!!!”

You cum again as he hits deeper than ever before. It’s so close to the last one, your body never stopped shaking.

As you twitch around him he finishes deep inside you. It splashes so perfectly inside you, you don’t want him to pull out.

But he does, letting your combined cum leak out around him for the camera.

He gently pats your buttcheek, “alright pretty, lean real far forward for me,”

You do what he said, “like this?”

“Jus’ li’ that. Such a good girl f’me”

You feel him pull your pussy lips apart, and the cum leaks out slow and almost steadily.

“mmmm” you wiggle and flex your hole, pushing out more.

He tweaks your clit, “Good girl~”

Your body jumps.

“I love you pretty, pretty girl”

“I love you s’much Jasper”

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urfavnegronerd · 9 months

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honey-kehlani

trope: fluffy

pairing: margo kess x black fem reader

warnings: some good old southern metaphors, Grammarly hates me (i think they anti black fr), lowk internalized homophobia but nothing insane readers kinda on the dl but not gross dl yk?, still ina rut lowkey, got up before my alarm and decided to finish this before i leave

song lyrics are italicized

w/c: 1.6k ish

saw you awake

Margo is pretty. Real pretty. Pretty like magnolias in May type. It’s not like you’ve never liked a girl before, because you definitely have. Them late-night reruns on nick-at-nite you used to watch with your family type shit. That 90’s type pretty. It’s not like you were foreign to the concept of being gay, or lesbian, or however the world wanted to label your innate attraction to girls. It just… wasn’t something you mentioned a lot. You’d talked about it a lot with your grandmother, but other than that? Liking girls was something you just didn’t mention. All you knew was that Margo was pretty, the type pretty to make you adjust your cargo pants so they hung just right, in the way so that when you stretched she could see the band of the Nike Pros you wore. Type pretty to make sure you kept your shoes clean, looking all fresh, type pretty to make sure your washday always happened. Cus girls like clean shoes and pretty hair, right? It wasn’t like you could just… go and spit game to her.

You were sprung off your ass and you couldn’t help it, shit you tried to swing from masculine to feminine enough to make her notice, but nothing seemed to work. You’d tried to talk to her, but it… did not end well. You were shy and blushy and didn’t know what to say.

“Talk to me sweet pea,”

“Grandmama it's just a lot on my mind,”

“Girl I am your grandmother, not talkin' to me is like a screen door on a submarine. It don’t make no sense baby,”

“I know,”

“Is it some girl?”

You tensed a little bit, your grandmother is the only one you’re fully out to.

“Yes ma'am,”

“She got your feathers all ruffled?” Your grandmother slowly looks up from the sweet potatoes she’s peeling, eyebrow raised with a knowing look and smile playing on her lips, a hot blush crawls up your neck and you swallow meekly, nodding.

“She’s real pretty Grandmama. Smart, too.”

“That’s real good, baby,”

“Grandmama I’m being serious, she pretty as a peach and I don’t know what to do about it,”

“What you mean you don't know what to do about it?”

“It’s like, every time I see her, I freeze,”

“Baby you fixin to be just another pretty face to that girl, keep acting like that,”

“But what if she not…”

“Not what? A lesbian?”

“Yeah,”

“Then you move on,”

“It’s a lot more than just movin' on, m’dear,”

“Babycakes it sounds like you just making excuses,”

“Yeah, you probably right m’dear,”

A few weeks had passed since you told your grandmother about Margo. You told your grandmother about some girl you ain't never had the guts to talk to, but now, here you are, a handful of lilies from your grandmama’s garden, mixed with lavender, waiting outside her door. Part of you is happy and excited, but the other part? Thinks this is stupid and you should run. There’s such a huge chance that she could just not be into girls, and then what? You make a complete fool of yourself and it could go bad to the point where she tells everyone. Why was being… like this, so difficult? Loving up on someone shouldn’t be hard, right?

Psyching yourself up, lightly bouncing on the balls of your feet, New Balance 550s with juniper, you ring the doorbell, hiding the flowers behind your back.

“Hello?” Margo’s face, big brown eyes, gentle cheekbones, two puffs, and an entire universe worth of beauty peek out from behind the door.

“Margo! I, erm, Margo. Hi,”

“Oh! I know you, we have chem together, right?”

And English and History, but who’s counting?

“Y-Yeah, so, um, listen I was kinda wondering if maybe you wanted to–”

“Those are really pretty flowers,”

“Hnm? Oh, I got them in my grandmother's garden, they’re um, for you,”

“Really?” Her face lights up, starting with her eyes. And oh how you adored the tiny gap between her two front teeth, the way her curls lightly bounced when she laughed or talked. Fully unlocking the door, she swings it open to you. She’s wearing a blue oversized hoodie and purple shorts. “I love lavender.”

You smile and look down, suddenly shy, and you push the flowers into her hands.

“Did you maybe, want to go out with me? Like, together?”

She looks taken aback but smiles softly, inhaling the scent of the flowers.

“Like a date?”

“I– yeah. Like a date.”

“Yes.”

“Wait really?”

“Yeah,”

“So, um, Friday? I’ll pick you up at seven?”

“Seven it is,”

“Okay.”

Friday.

don’t walk away

It’s far from uncommon for you to like girls. However, it was far from common for you to have a girlfriend. A pretty girl, Margo, just so happened to like you back. Enough so to go out on a date with you. The first date was far from awkward. Well, it was awkward. You didn’t know what to say or do, she looked so beautiful, so much so that you had told her at least five times that night. She had her hair in two braids wrapped around her head, and one of the lilies you had given her tucked behind her ear.

It had been just over two months of the two of you being a couple, just about a month and a half of you labeling your relationship. The word girlfriend coming out of her mouth was the most beautiful rendition of the English language you had ever heard, the way she gently rolled her r’s, not like the way you’d speak Spanish, but her r’s were a heavyset sound rolling off her tongue.

It was early morning, the sun gently dusting its way into your room, and your arms were latched around Margo’s waist, face pressed against her bonnet. She’s one of a kind and you could promise anyone that, the kind of smart that makes you itch to work hard in school, so the two of you could be those smart girlfriends, the girlfriends that went to the top universities and had their whole future perfectly aligned. You loved her, and that was simultaneously terrifying but calming at the same tie.

From her thick bed of curls, the same bed of curls that you helped braid and detangle, all the way down to the toenails you helped her paint.

“I wanna paint them purple,” she’d announced one day, voice muffled behind the sweatshirt she had stolen from you.

“So paint ‘em purple,”

“You draw better than me,”

“You want my help?”

“Can you?” she pouted. Of course you could, you’d do anything to make her smile.

Loving Margo was the easiest decision you’d ever made, you didn’t even have to think about it. You just loved her, it was simple as breathing.

“Hey,” you whisper, gently ghosting peppery kisses into her neck. You were positive she wasn’t awake, and you felt empowered. Not in a weird way, oh no. It was like you were the one to protect her, to gently watch her chest rise and fall, hear her breathing, and feel the faint pound of her heart. Margo made you feel safe, happy and loved. She fed your soul, filled you up the way your grandmother’s cooking did, and made you feel warm and euphoric, and sleepy at the same time in a blissful combination that came with feeling the most intense peace you’d ever encountered.

“I love you,” that was the first time you’d said it out loud, it was easier to know she was sleeping and say it. As much as you loved her, uttering those words was the most excruciating fear you’d ever been through, the fear that made you wonder whether or not she loved you for real or if she was just acting. Every day you woke up and hoped that it wasn’t just acting, that she loved you as much as you loved her.

“I love you so much, Margo. I love helping you braid your hair up, and helping take them down, I love the little gap between your teeth, and how bright your smile is. I love how you make me feel, Margo. I love how smart you are because I get to be the one to say that you’re my girlfriend, and how far you’re gonna go. Pretty girl, I love how smart you are, I love the way you think. And I know this is kind of cheating because you’re asleep, but I wanted to say I love you, okay? I love you so much Margo Kess”

It did kind of feel like cheating to you, she was asleep, did saying ‘I love you’ for the first time need to happen while she was awake? You didn’t want to wake her though. She looked so pretty, the bright blue camisole a beautiful contrast to her melanated skin, and of course, the matching bonnet cascading down her back. Deciding to leave it at that, you press your forehead to her shoulder blade and breathe in her scent. The hair oil, the cocoa butter, and the Vaseline.

“Who said I was still sleeping?”

or would you wait for me?

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a/n: leaving today until friday, so i wont have any electronics :P but please please please blow up my inbox, we 20 away from 200. i seriously love all yall sm, wanted to feed you before i leave. heavy on that blow up my mentions, inbox, errythang so i can come back and read ur lovely notifs.

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xoxo,

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luminarii · 11 months

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I’m bored and high on meds and decided to make Avatar the Way of Water HCs

here we gooo

Jake: - has definitely, actually roared at his sons at least once out of frustration - is still super in love with Neytiri, like a teenage kid - while Neteyam may be his first born and the "golden child" of the Sullys, Kiri has a very special place in Jake's heart - carries Tuk under his arm like a purse

Neytiri: - used to sing her kids to sleep when they were little - she doesn't strike me as the parent who would get mad at her kids for saying bad words, unless they're aimed at another person - was heartbroken when she learned that Kiri cannot connect to Eywa safely - doesn't like when Jake carries Tuk under his arm like a purse - strikes me as a mother who hated being pregnant, but loves kids so much she happily did it anyway

Neteyam: - he's bi - like you cannot tell me that Neteyam is 100% straight - *was - read human books in attempts at looking smart for people he had a crush on - books were always turned upside down - "oh uhhhhh that's because I'm so smart I can read them upside down haha" - everyone knew he couldn't even read because no one can because the Na'vi do not have a written language

Kiri: - Sass Queen™ - which she got from her father, Jake - connects with Spider so well because they both feel different from everyone else around them - I will riot a lil bit if she doesn't develop feelings for a girl in the future - still calls Lo'ak "penis face" once ina while to put him in his place - is probably a vegetarian

Lo'ak: - still thinks fart jokes are funny - dumb as a brick but tries hard not to be - Payakan is his Bestie™ - tried to make a Bestie bracelet for him and Payakan - found out it didn't work - cried - tries to be tough and cool - looks too cute so it's not really working is it - "oh man I'm crushing so hard on Tsireya" proceeds to leave her with his brother's dead body for like an hour

Tuk: - i have a feeling she will look most like her father growing up, but act most like her mother - will probably have matured too much in the 3rd movie due to the trauma of the 2nd - if anything happens to Tuk in Avatar 3 i will riot on the streets with fire

Spider: - Neteyam taught him all the bad words - All The Bad Words In The Entire Na'vi Language - Spider speaks fluent Swear Words™ - but is actually a good boi - most likely annoyed the f*ck out of Quaritch on purpose in hopes of him letting Spider go while captured - obviously didn't work since Quaritch is more annoying than Spider and thus immune to annoyancy

Tsireya: - claims she's in love with Lo'ak - was mighty fine with the idea of Lo'ak swimming into Payakan's mouth when she still thought Payakan was evil - like girl wdym "I met a boy" - are you in love with him or nah?? - otherwise she's the Na'vi embodiment of glitter and rainbows - probably a little traumatized after Lo'ak left her with Neteyam's dead body - but yeah she's all good uwu

Aonung: - flirts with boys - swears he's straight as an arrow - cannot tell the difference between a bow and an arrow - like the kid has a fixation on tails and you tell me that boy is straight???

Rotxo: - no he's not one of the jerks that messed with Lo'ak - he has a look-alike you fools - Rotxo is actually a good boy and cares about people - especially Kiri 0w0

Quaritch: - played too much CoD growing up - that's it that's all there is to that cracther - i misspelled *character but i'm gonna leave it at that - too lazy to fix my mistake

Tonowari: - cutest character of them all despite being a grown man - only rivaled by Tuk - Tonowari and Tuk could have "cuteness contest" and Tonowari might actually win - like he's so full of fluff and care and love - still wouldn't say no to him railing me in bed tho

Ronal: - would kill a man to protect her spirit sister - would kill a man to protect her family - would kill a man to protect her people - would kill a man

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incorrect-hololive · 2 years

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pls keep talking about ur headcanons i am but i student in your classroom eager to learn....about what u think 2d anime girls do- BUT STILL VERY EAGER

im glad you are an enjoyer of my brainrot LMAO

I guess I’ll throw out some general/misc HoloEN ones because if I got down into ship headcanons I’d be rambling for a while, unless ppl outright ask for them too

When Kiara usually resurrects after a death, she ends up in other dimensions; she only recently learned how to stay in her current one when she revives. This process resulted in her dipping into the worlds of other Holomem and meeting them (reviving in the HoloFantasy universe, reviving in Reine’s peafowl dimension, etc)

Calli has been acquainted with Amelia for years, considering all of Amelia’s childhood accidents; Calli was protecting her that whole time due to being familiar with future!Amelia and her influence

While Mumei is technically the guardian of human civilization, she felt a disturbance when Atlantis fell; she can’t help but look at Gura with pity sometimes. When she remembers at least

Mumei can somewhat hear the faint whispers of human civilization; enjoys its songs of joy, suffers and grieves upon hearing screams of suffering, etc. Oh, and especially its bloodlust.

While the Ancient Ones definitely can do evil stuff at times, on good days, they’re just AO-chan on Ina’s little tablet who help her do art

Gura has gills and scales and fins under her main clothes. I just think that’d be cool honestly

Kronii intentionally stops time whenever people compliment her because she gets a little TOO flustered over praise; only once she’s calmed down does she unfreeze time and then go “Yeah I know I’m perfect”

Sana is actually the more skilled fighter compared to Kronii; they only really remained in a stalemate for so long during their conflict because 1: Kronii kept freezing time, 2: Sana just liked toying with her in combat, 3: neither really wanted to kill each other, they just wanted the other to yield, but alas Kronii is a stubborn bastard lady and Sana is a beloved sweaty gamer and 4: time and space technically exist hand in hand so if one were to truly perish in their conflict then that’d be bad news for everything anyway. Also I mean they’re concepts it’s kinda hard for them to "kill” each other by default

Also not headcanon per se but I believe Kiara, Noel, Botan and Kaela deserve muscles (Kronii too, but that’s already been made semi-canon by her). Buff girls give em the guns they deserve them, fight me

So yeah! That’s just a small handful of ‘em. Have fun!

#not quote #holos and headcanons

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loyalshrimpfan · 1 year

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Sticky situations my dude pt 2

Ina was sitting at a local little spot she loved to come to where she wouldn’t be seen by any of her students, she had met up there with her sister Lilian “so what’s up you like never ask me to go out during the week” she asks as she took a sip of her drink turning to Ina. Ina pauses “Bea fucking Hughes is my problem” Lilian puts an eyebrow up “the girl you broke up before summer and all Ina could do is nod “yeah I just can’t get her ott it of my head it’s annoying and now she’s dating some-“

Ina gets cut off when she sees her, public enemy number one! Samantha Dalton, she looked amazing and flawless like she hadn’t just walked out of a heat storm of New York , her hair was perfect and her outfit looked like it was straight of the runways, which made sense since she was the CEO of a huge corporation. Sam didn’t seem to notice or even acknowledge Ina as she walked up to the bar and ordered two drinks “ms dalton good to see you” she smiled at ‘god even her smile is perfect’ she thought to herself as she picked her apart in her mind “it’s good to see you too Tony” Sam replied as she grabbed the drinks from him and left him a fat tip “is that her?” Lilian asked her in awe and all ina could was nod and frown at her “ugh just forget it” as she downed her drink and in her hand and orders another Lilian laughs “get it!” And ina just giggles and smiles “forget all this I’m not jealous I mean I broke up with her for a reason!” She chanted before it all came crashing down when she heard her voice as she laughed with Sam and her friends….this was going to be a long semester….

#choices #queen b #bea hughes #ina kingsley #professor kingsley

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lucy-shining-star · 2 years

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Ok, so this kind of having nothing to do with Dracula daily, but during begininng, and like people in Transylvawnia trying to warn Jonathan, and disscusions about he viewed them like lower than him, and some people pointing out that they were right, I kept thinking about end of this one Polish poem, and I kept returning to this thought so much I decided to translate it to English, so whatever, I’m putting this in this tag

So, this is poem from romanticism, called ‘Romantyczność’ translated to English it would be ‘Romanticism’(...yeah) or ‘Romance’ by Adam Mickiewicz(...also while poem is in Polish his nationality is kind of...complicated thing)

Anyway (about begiging-I didn’t put it twice by mistake he first put that quoute in English and later translated it to Polish)

Romanticism

Methinks, I see… Where?

— In my mind's eyes.

Methinks, I see… Where?

— In my mind's eyes.

Shakespeare

Listen girl!

-She doesn't listen-

This is a white day! This is a little town!

There is no alive spirit by your side,

What is that you're catching around you?

Who you're calling, who are you greeting?

-She doesn't listen-

Like a dead anchor

Won't turn to eye direction,

Then ogle around

Then is flooding with tears,

Kind of holding something, kind of catching something,

Will cry and will laugh.

-"Is it you in the night? It is you Jasieniek!

Ah! and after death he loves!

Here, here, little by little,

What if stepmother hears!...

Let her hear...you are already gone,

Already after your funeral!

You already died? Ah! I'm scared...

Why am I afraid of my Jasieniek?

Ah, it's him! Your face, your eyes!

Your white dress!

And you yourself white as handkerchief,

Cold...how cold hands!

Here, lay, here, on lap,

Press me, lips to lips!

Ah, how cold it must be in grave!

You died, yes, two years!

Take me, I will die beside you,

I don't like world.

It's bad for me in crowd of bad people:

I'm crying, and they sneer:

I talk, nobody understand:

I see, and they don't see!

Come sometime during the day...so maybe in a dream?

No, no...I'm holding you in hand,

Where are you dissapering, where, my Jasieniek?

Still too soon, still too soon!

My God! rooster speaks

Dawn flashes in the window.

Where did you disappear! ah! stay Jasieniek!

Me unhappy!"-

That's how girl caresses with her lover,

Runs after him, screams, fall;

For this fall, for scream of pain,

Gather a crowd of people.

"Say prayers!-shout commoners-

Here his soul must be.

Jasio must be beside his Karusia,

He loved her in life!”

And I'm hearing this, and I'm believing this,

I cry and say prayers.

-"Listen girl!"-shouts amidst tumult,

Old man, and at folk will exclaim:

"Trust my eye and glass,

I don't see anything around here.

-Ghosts creations of tavern mob,

Brewed in stupidity forge;

Girl talks bilge,

And populace blaspheme brain".

"The girl feels-I reply modestly-

And mob believe deeply:

Feeling and faith speaks stronger to me,

Than sage's glass and eye.

You know dead truths, not known to a folk,

You see a world in powder, in every sparkle of stars;

You don't know alive truths, you won't see a miracle!

Have a heart and look at heart!"

Fun fact: ‘Jasieniek’ and ‘Jasio’ are diminutives of ‘Jan’ which is Polish version of ‘John’ (I was going to say that’s the closest to Jonathan we have in Polish but appearantly there is ‘Jonatan’ not that I ever heard it before googling today

Also I think Karusia is also dimnituve of either ‘Karina’ or ‘Karolina’ (the second one is Polish version of ‘Caroline’ but in this case I was more focused of ‘ina’ endings)

Anyway I doubt anyone will read and my translation probably isn’t very good (...and I kind of didn’t care for this to stay a poem) but I wanted to do this

#dracula daily #romanticism #adam mickiewicz #romantyczność

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amerie-wadia · 1 year

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meg’s obx s3 thoughts (don’t read if you enjoy jiara or don’t want to read spoilers)

overall thoughts:

plot—i’ve said it once and i’ll say it again, i do not care about the gold plot. i like obx for the fun and goofy summer teen vibes with some messy romance and that silliness that we haven’t really seen since season 1 despite tiny one or two line teases of it every so often. i don’t care about the gold and i don’t think anybody should be that rich to have that gold and seeing the kids at the end with all that money just felt SO weird in like a fanfiction i wrote at 13 sort of way. secondly, too much adults this season. yeah i’m an adult and i usually enjoy a good adult pov in a teen show but these adults are off the rails so it’s not like a splash of maturity and groundedness it’s just straight up murder and child ab*se. the only good adults on this show are the heyward parents and we barely got to see them but i’ll give the writers what we did see was so warm and inviting and felt like the only safe space of this entire series. finally, although there’s so much to touch on, the poguelandia bit really broke my suspension of disbelief bc where was the body hair and grease and sunburn?? i know this show is written purely to be a male fantasy but let’s be real.

characters:

pope—number one character third season ina row!! he was amazing and is always amazing. it hurt seeing how pope was hurting because of his breakup with kie but i’m glad they didn’t brush it all over and pretend it was nothing to him the way they wrote it for kie. it also felt realistically in character for the academic burnout and perfectionism to spiral when pope got back and temporarily drops out of school, but i’m so happy that it quickly got resolved of course with the help of popes loving support system. slay baby!!

sarah—babygirl was a standout to me this season. i enjoyed her in s1 and was extremely bored of her in s2 but she came right back around and basically took all the screen time and did not disappoint. i mean, she did cheat on john b and that’s icky but i’m not saying she’s a good person her character was just really fun to watch if that makes sense. i’m still waiting for us to learn ANYTHING about sarah (or kie or any woman on this damn boat show) because right now sarah cameron is just an enigma and not much a human person. but madelyn can act!!

kie—well, i really enjoyed kie in season 1 and i kind of felt meh in s2 and this season i’m just not able to enjoy her character anymore. the rich girl who wants to be edgy thing is getting old and like yeah i get feeling connected to your friends but babes being a “pogue” (i cringe every time i hear it especially at this point in the show) is about growing up with all the cards stacked against you and being a poor kid on a super rich touristy island and like yeah the “kook” kids are rich assholes but kie needs to stop getting so heated when people call her a kook because she is. anyway. i’m sorry but kie is just such a missed opportunity because the writers refuse to give her any sort of dimension besides being a not-like-other-girls girl and literally all of her scenes were either being an unhinged 16 year old trying to go dangerously flee to south or central america or jiara or with rafe cameron and i just couldn’t enjoy any of her scenes. i’ve given up on obx writing even one decent female character.

jj—i can’t stand him anymore. i know, i know, he’s the boy of the moment but at this point he’s gained zero character development and all the other characters are off the rails so he feels so much less banana pants as he did the first season. and again, with no time for goofy silliness his character just faded into the background for me. i would’ve loved to see literally anything in the way of character growth, like he could’ve have a good going back to school ark alongside pope or maybe gotten at job at heywards or anything but all of his scenes were either jb side kick or jiara and his actual character just fell flat for me.

cleo—i want a flushed out female character SO badly!!!!!!!! i can’t wait for fanfic writers to give her some personality of her own because she and pope have fabulous chemistry and i’m rooting for them but i barely know who she is.

john b—he got absolutely played this season. he’s grown on me a lot since season 1 but then he started to beat topper into oblivion and it really brought me right back to not liking this kid. i mean get that he’d just seen his dad murder people and that’s super traumatic but like this show is already enough toxic masculinity and i just need him to find a different way to express himself. i know obx writers are not at all concerned with being socially progressive or conscious in any way shape or form but watching this show as an adult woman is just ~shakes head~

relationships:

sarah and john b—are they married? lmao i don’t remember this at all. the wiki page says not legally so i don’t even know but that seems on brand for the level of chaos that is this show. i feel like they’ve reached a point where they don’t need to be together. like, i’m sorry but if sarah or john b were my friends i’d give them the advice to break up. like jb she cheated on you with an ex at the very first fight. and sarah, please just get with a guy who’s stable and kind and not physically or verbally violent with you or anyone else. plus the chemistry was all off this season so even in their good moments it just felt like a sinking ship to me.

jj and kie—if you follow my blog you know my take on this ship. i tried to go in open minded but the writing was so poor that it didn’t feel natural at all. the thing that really got to me was the “jayj” nickname. i know it was all fanservice and the nickname is popular in the fandom but kie nor anybody else has EVER called him that prior to this season and it just felt so forced and weird. like she’s always called him jj and that’s already a nickname. whatever. i also wonder what actual jiara shippers think because i thought any natural chemistry was crushed with how awful the writing was. don’t get me started on the entire weird dynamic with jj breaking her out and driving her around on his dirt bike in a high speed chase without a helmet on.

pope and cleo—fantastic natural chemistry and probably the most likeable couple this season imo. i wish cleo was flushed out and had her own characterization and layers because they have a lot of potential. they’re fanfic-trope heavy as well but with tropes i like so i’ll allow it. cleo getting along with popes family was so cute to watch and the way she and popes dad joked around was so natural and sweet.

final thoughts:

this was pretty negative and yeah i didn’t know if i was going to even watch the new season because it feeling kind of bored and meh after s2, but i needed something lighthearted to watch and i wanted to see where they were going to go with the story, especially for pope because he really is one of my favorite characters atm. regardless, at this point i don’t know if i’m gonna stick around for the next season or not. it’s really hard to watch a show that is as strong of a male fantasy as this one. like there are no fleshed out female characters, no queer characters, and it’s so hard to relate to what any of these characters are going through because they’re living on deserted islands with shaved legs and bumping off of yachts to and from central and south america to go fight mob bosses and find an ancient city that was so easy to find i was shed of my suspension of disbelief. last thought, the dynamite scene was so wtf because why’d he bring it (1) and (2) for that much money people could just absolutely mine that mountain, so it’s absolutely not “giving up the gold for his son” kind of redemption arc that isn’t possible for his character after all big john has done.

those are my thoughts. argue with me if you want but if you follow my blog you likely agree with some of these takes.

#meg watches obx s3 #obx spoilers #might go back and delete this but needed to get my thoughts out bc nobody in my life watches this show and i need to vent on the web #so many typos but it’s the middle of the night and im on my phone whatever #meg shut up

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godofsmallthings · 1 year

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My Top Posts in 2022:

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126 notes - Posted March 15, 2022

anyway yeah the dyke in me was anti the boys at first but it did make a lot of narrative sense to bring them in and honestly it really kept the show fresh and showed how good the writers are bc like...somehow we actually got to know them really well in only 8 episodes. kirin and ivan's arc was fucking amazing bro. i feel like they rlly stepped up their game in writing the dystopian stuff too which was the weakest part of s1 imo. idk and also like fuck seth obviously but the factioning of the boys and the constantly shifting dynamics contrasting with the girls becoming family was soooo interesting. anyway overall i like the boys they rlly aren't so bad :')

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the way this image is going to sustain me for like 3 weeks at this point

345 notes - Posted February 7, 2022

forever turning sweet nothing around in my head and i've been thinking about the pebble line ("does it ever miss wicklow sometimes?") and how you can almost interpret that to be about this person jumping into the fishbowl with her...like do you ever miss your life before i swept you up into mine? and on an album ostensibly about her struggles with fame it hits so hard, especially as a contrast to midnight rain because she sort of is able to carve out this quiet domestic life that she felt she was giving up by choosing her life

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My #1 post of 2022

one of my favorite lines in sweet nothing is “you’re in the kitchen humming” because it continues the motif throughout her entire discography about kitchens being such a sacred and pivotal space in her life and her relationships: ”barefoot in the kitchen sacred new beginnings” / “i’m here on the kitchen floor” / “dancing in the kitchen in the refrigerator light” and the whole kitchen fight scene in the atw short film. and then additionally it’s so loaded because food/cooking in general have brought her both happiness and self-care (which she just talked about in the ina garten tribute) as well as a lot of pain and self-destruction obviously. and then to have this place filled with so much complex pain and memories being a symbol of peaceful, steady love is so wonderful <3

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alteredphoenix · 1 year

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You know, for all the drama the W*W community gets itself embroiled in, I’m glad - in a way - the only controversy I caused was pissing off the Sylv*ina community and bringing their wrath down on my head by making that crit - not hate - post and bringing up the succession crisis regardless of how in good faith asking that question was. Was I sort of happy about the response? Kind of, but really I was bummed out - and blindsided - by the reaction it caused; I never intended to anger and shock that many people (I still remember a comment someone made in another person’s post that, last I checked, got 100+ notes on “hey, look at this person writing up several paragraphs’ worth of a ship she doesn’t care about“ and another that read “it’s like stopping to look into the window of a restaurant you’re passing on the street and deciding on the spot you hate the food that’s inside” - and this isn’t a call-out or meant to rag on that person, it’s just something that stuck with me).

I still feel bad about making that post to this day; it’s long since been deleted (although you’ll certainly find my response on that other person’s post if you look back far enough) but with the knowledge I have now I would not have made it. I even considered writing a Sylv*ina fic as a sort of olive branch to the community for angering them so viscerally. But then I remembered thinking to myself I’d probably get bullied for trying to make amends or shit on even more and decided it wasn’t worth the hassle; if there was any ragging about it on Twitter as there was here on Tumblr, I’d understand, I deserved that. I can think of a couple certain big-name WLW writers that like that ship that certainly wouldn’t be too happy seeing my name plastered with that ship tag; I’m not always nice to the girls I write about let alone always talk nicely about them. And, you know, that’s fair.

Honestly that was the first instance where I sat back and thought ‘you know, maybe I oughta step away from the fandom’ because the whole point about shipping is having fun with stuff that doesn’t even make sense, and who’s going to want to have someone around that doesn’t like 99% of W*W’s ships? But the W*W fandom has always been volatile, and a lot of other things non-ship related happened that finally got me to back off from it, but. Yeah. I still think about this now and again. And I think it’s for the best to just keep my distance and do my own thing (and I know I’ve said this a lot in the past, but it’s true).

Not going to tag this for obvious reasons, but mainly because I have a certain streamer friend that’s notable in the community who is going through a very rough patch (if you know you know, but I’ll leave it at that) and it got me thinking about the aforementioned bit the past couple of days. That’s all.

#armi rambles #idk it's been a very weird feeling going through twitter & seeing ppl just going off on my friend #do i know him personally? no but i've known him the past 4-5 years to know he's not a bad guy #but i know if i step in there and try to defend him i WILL get slaughtered by those ppl #it made me think 'so ig ppl can't make amends for the mistakes they made huh'#& so i stayed my tongue b/c really it's not worth the war it'll probably start #or worse case get harassed by the followers of other big-name w*w tweeters #watching this play out in real time this past week has been...something #but it got me thinking too #social media can be such a boon but it's shown me how terrifying it can be #i just hope that my friend - and the other parties involved in this - will be alright in the end #i can at least say in a way i'm glad i never got 'big'#b/c that amount of level of scrutiny he's been getting?#what amount i got made me feel like shit #so the backlash he's been receiving as of late would wreck me hardcore #just my two cents and food for thought - i doubt ppl will read this post

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unknownjpegs · 3 months

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sixty minimum

Ina doesn’t know the hosts. She doesn’t know any of the guests either. She doesn’t know the building, the block, the neighborhood. She shows up anyway, because if there’s one thing Ina does know, it’s how to look like she belongs. At a party, Ina blends only because she does not blend at all. There’s always one of those, isn’t there? Someone who can be loud without opening their mouth, call soundless attention.

On an otherwise quiet spring day, Ina slips through a fence into a rowdy backyard. Through eavesdropping, she pieces together the celebration is for the first game of some sports season. And through observation, she realizes she isn’t the only person who draws attention.

“I thought you said this was going to be fun.”

Two tall redheads angle together in a corner. The shorter of the two, a willowy girl with delicate features and hair is an unnatural crimson, shoves a shot glass into the whining one’s big hand.

“It’ll be fun if you split this fucking tab with me.” She hisses, shiny hazel-brown eyes darting around in paranoid circles. Ina thinks that’s silly — the bathroom has two lines going at all times, and only one of them is for waiting to use it. “I’m not doing this country club shit sober.”

“You are the country club shit.”

Her companion is the boy-pretty sort that usually Ina doesn’t find particularly attractive. But as he tips his shot glass back, his eyes find hers. He grins, throat bobbing as a line of alcohol spills down it. Ina makes an exception.

“Lacrosse is stupid.” Her declaration is matter-of-face as she sidles close to the pair. The girl is wary at first, but her friend is more giving. He points at her with eyebrows raised in excitement, solidarity. “Probably one of the stupider sports.”

“Right? Jesus, it’s just another way for rich people to get their fuckin’ kids into schools they couldn’t get in otherwise.” Several pairs of eyes turn the trios’ direction. His big, friendly energy goes out like a candle flame, shoulders pulling in. “Shit.”

“Loud,” the girl accuses. “Ugh. Have fun getting kicked out. I’m gonna go find Lark.” She points at Ina. “Do not kill him or rob him or leave him naked in a park somewhere, okay? Okay. Thanks.”

With a demure salute, she’s gone. And on cue a pair of cargo-short wearing boys in pastel polo shirts part the crowd, headed towards Ina and the remaining redhead. She turns to him fully, shrugging her fur coat up her bare shoulders.

“I will not rob you or leave you in a park.” She angles her head towards the door, eyes narrowed at the approaching honor guard. “Want to buy me food?”

He grins. “What about the first one?”

“First one?”

“I’m not trying to get killed right now.” His smile grows wider. “Lots on my plate.”

Ina’s mouth twitches. “Tell me about it. If it’s annoying enough —”

He holds up his fingers, criss-crossed for luck. Ina decides she likes him then and there.

She likes drugs, too, but she doesn’t join in on the festivities when he offers. Instead, she orders for them at the walk-up diner and they set off with their greasy haul, on what will surely be the first of many drunk walks home together that spring.

“This is kinda,” Xavier (“Wolffe! Like, bark, growl.”) says, kicking his feet to the words as he chews at the burger. “Try-hard nineties romantic comedy of you. Really quirky.”

Ina stares up at him, outlined by the centered midnight moon. His hair looks pretty that way. Enough that she doesn’t snap at him when he nudges the end of her braid where it’s hung over the swing’s seat. She wants to. The tip of his boot, some beat-up brown work shoe, scuffs at the woodchips.

“Yeah, exactly. And you’re blushing, because you liked that I brought you here.” Ina points out, watching it go darker. “If you had talked to me about anime, I would have told you I cosplay. Classical music: walk in the park. Lacrosse, field with sprinklers.” She waves her hand around, pushing herself back and forth with bent knees. Xavier blinks at her.

“Am I that obvious?”

Ina pinches her fingers together, smiling.

They’ve ended up here at a cracked-pavement playground. It’s old, or abandoned, or there Arne’t any children in the neighborhood: wildflower weeds slowly beginning to trellis the pole of the swingset. She’s not sure how the city hasn’t yet scrapped this block for another bougie, trophy wife-owned organic coffee shop, but she’s glad it’s still here. It’s peaceful, especially this late in the night. A wonderful liminal space for her to bring boys who look like they enjoy double cheeseburgers and don’t know when to stop giving head.

Ina won’t let him do that — not tonight, anyway. Not right now, especially how he is. Because they’d met, and she’s wearing a fur coat but he has nothing warming him from the slight chill other than ecstasy-wide pupils and whatever clear liquid had been in that shot.

Ina lays parallel to the ground, the back of her head resting on the swing’s seat. The pins in her elaborate, glitter-sprayed hair dig into her scalp, but the bite is ignorable. She reaches into her pocket for her vape. Studies it a moment, then studies Xavier, then tosses it to the ground.

“Oops.” She says. “Pick that up for me, will you?”

Xavier doesn’t even pause in his story about some rude client (he’s a mechanic, or HVAC guy, she can’t remember). He nods, wipes the back of his mouth free of mustard and ketchup, and then reaches for the bit of plastic. He even brushes the mouthpiece with a napkin before handing it back.

Ina’s responding smile is something much sharper than gratitude.

The universe works funny. Ina has come to respect that, about it. Used to be that she fought when things just happened. It felt personal, like everything had been stacked up to make her miserable. Took awhile for her to realize the reality was that shit happened, for the most part. Was happening all around her, to other people, all of the time. And on the occasion that something felt deliberate, rather than felt happened, it was for a reason.

Xavier, as it turns out, is a mechanic. And more than that, he works at the dumpy place across from her job. That feels deliberate. That doesn’t feel happened. So she sticks him in her back pocket because it kind of seems as thought the universe wants her to place him there.

She doesn’t find out that they’re work neighbors until a week after that night on the swingset, when she had bought him a sober-up burger and helped him home. It hadn’t been a great part of the city for him to wander alone, be visibly high. Just like it’s not great that she works night shifts and has to walk to her car alone.

Ina has never had a problem though. Mostly because at night when she closes up, Ina walks to her car with her teeth bared like an animal. I’ve been waiting for a moment like this, that not-grin says to any men who try and approach a sleight thing who works alone at a sex shop. I’ve been waiting for a moment like this my whole life. I have so much within me, and I have been waiting to let it spill out. Let’s find out what it is together.

But the universe puts Xavier in her path, so she starts using him and his bared teeth instead. Their schedules overlap just the slightest bit, right at dusk. Sometimes, Ina leaves home early enough that she can bother him before her shift, at the end of his. And Xavier will come back, long after his over, and walk her back. Or give her a ride in his loud, shitty truck.

She likes to perch somewhere in the noisy shop, listen to music, ask him endless questions about this and that just for the fun of it. She’s doing that one particular afternoon, contemplating how he’s been dropped into her lap deliberately. Ina decides to be deliberate back.

“Xavier.” She waits for him to grunt, the clang of metal on metal to quiet enough for her to speak and him to hear properly. When she has his full attention, she asks: “Do you have sex?”

Ina rocks the red plastic creeper with her boot, bringing him back and forth on the concrete. He gapes up at her for a long moment, his pretty face going pink.

“Uh. Yeah,” he says. “I mean. Yeah, if someone wants to.”

“And if you do. And I want to…” She crouches down next to the creeper, chin in her hands as she studies him. A piece of her feather boa tickles his nose. “What are you, about six-one?”

“Um. Three,” he says. When he makes to push all the way out from under the car, Ina stops him with a hand to the top of his head. She slips her fingers in his messy red hair and grips it. Not hard, but definitely not ignorable. Definitely not a mistake. Deliberate.

Xavier does not ignore it.

His mouth drops open, lips cutely parted, his big green eyes even wider as they scan her face. Except there’s nothing under the surface. Ina’s not someone who gets cracked open and read. Not an open book, not like Xavier, but similarly authentic. Ina’s the book cover. The entire text of her is there for anyone to read. It’s just printed in really small text, font inconsistent, single-spaced, crammed in thousands of lines.

“Hm. Interesting.” She pulls his head to the side, noting the bob of his throat. “I’m going to drink the rest of your Red Bull, tuta. Then we’re going back to mine. I’ll skip work.”

“Okay,” Xavier breathes, and watches as she stands to cross over to his bench, take the can, and polish it off as promised.

Later, Xavier sits at the end of her bed. He’s flush down to his chest and lower, visible because he’s naked. Ina had made him undress — commanded it, really. He is, as she’s discovered, quick and enthusiastic about those.

“Huh.” Ina says, hands on her hips. “Proportionate.”

Xavier huffs, not looking at her face. She’s not looking at his either, so that’s fine. He’s slouched a little, shoulders curled while his hands tucked between his knees. Shy. He looks lovely, all that pale skin tossed against the electric-green fabric of her sheets.

“We’re probably going to do this pretty often,” Ina says, appreciating the aesthetic as she pushes his shoulders, gets his back flat to the mattress. “As long as you want to.”

Xavier nods sluggishly, his eagerly shining eyes going a bit dazed as she crawls up his long legs, settles into his lap.

“You should say it.”

“It.” He teases. There’s a long, dragging breath that expands his chest, and when she narrows humored eye he laughs. Laughs and laughs — right up until the point she sinks down on him. Then, it’s a high whimper caught in his throat. “Oh, fuck.”

“Sure. That’ll do,” Ina teases back, and starts moving.

They go to parties together, often. Social settings too. Occasionally someone will ask, or even assume, if they’re dating.

“Are we?” Xavier asks her one evening. His face is guarded, cheeks colored pink by a few drinks. She’s perched in his lap on a knee, arm slung around his shoulders. It’s cowboy night at a local dive bar — Ina’s gotten them several free rounds with her denim vest and sparkly silver halter bra.

“Dating?” Ina watches the retreating gentleman’s back, the rigid line of anger and rejection. “I didn’t tell him no because we’re dating. I told him no because he was ugly.”

Xavier snorts, shaking her with the movement. “Damn.”

She shrugs and assesses the slight dip to his mouth. Xavier is readable, not like her book cover. He lays out belly-up and exposes the pages.

“I think you’re one of the best people I know. And I like having sex with you.”

His flush deepens but the expression doesn’t fade. “Me too.”

“But I don’t want to date.”

Xavier’s mouth twists, his focus darting off to the side. He looks like he’s trying not to get emotional about something. Ina isn’t good about in the moment sadness, so she tries to prevent it as best she knows how. With cold palms she cups his cheeks, turns him to face her more directly. It’s an intimate gesture, an intense eye contact that she doesn’t even use when they’re in bed. But in this moment, she finds it incredibly important to say the right thing. To bring that grin back.

“If I wanted to date, I would date you.” Ina assures him. “But I don’t want to date, so we’re not. And even though we’re not, that doesn’t mean you lose the qualities that are date-able. Does that help?”

Xavier blinks at her then takes a long swig from his beer. “Yeah. Kinda?”

When he goes for another pull, Ina wrinkles her nose and catches it by the neck. She glances at the label, picks at it wither thumbnail, and lets the silence linger. Long enough that Xavier starts to fidget — she knows that means he wants in on her thoughts.

“This is disgusting. If you do the math, it’s barely thirty cents per ounce.” She finally says, holding up the bottle. She shakes it and then dumps it upside-down. The splatter of beer on the floor, into a slowly growing puddle, draws attention. Ina watches the amber liquid pour out, then leans back and tosses the bottle into the trashcan behind the bar. Its bartender glares at her. Ina decides to tip him extra and sleight-of-hand the tip jar into her purse on their way out.

“It gets the job done.”

Ina scowls and takes his face again. “Exactly. It might get the job done, but enough of anything shitty enough will. Why not do it with something better.” She pokes him repeatedly in the chest, gesturing around them. “You deserve, like, sixty dollars per ounce. Minimum! Don’t settle for just the job getting done.”

He stares at her for a long, long moment. The hands on her hips brush up and down thoughtfully, and then his brow furrows. “Are we still talking about alcohol?”

“Do these all follow the same plot? We’ve watched two now with no substance.” Ina huffs. “Well, I guess the fight scenes are more the point. They’re well done. Do you know who —”

Xavier whines. “Can we —maybe, uh, revisit —”

She pauses, eyes flitting from the television to his, over her shoulder. “Oh, sorry. Yes!” And with that, she settles back into the seat of his thighs. With hands braced on them, either side of hers, she arches backward and rocks harder. Rhythmic, slow tugging movements that she knows are good for both of them. Ina presses them closer, tight together, her slick back to his slicker chest.

“Braid my hair after this?” She gasps, putting the crown of its tangled mess to his shoulder. She hates how it sticks to her skin, pulls and gets caught between their bodies. Her pace grows faster, circles of her hips and then readjusting to bounce fluidly. “It keeps getting in the way and I —”

“Ina,” Xavier groans.

“Sorry.” She laughs again. The breathy, stuttering vibrations pulling another wild noise out of him. She slips an arm back, slithers it around his neck. Uses it as leverage to move.

“It’s good, by the way. Go harder.”

“Jesus.”

“Jesus.” He glances down, licking his lips before looking at her. “Is it weird if I want to —” Xavier clears his throat, eyes slipping off to the side. Nervous. Quieter, he whispers: “If I want to suck it?”

Ina puts her thumb over his furrowed brow, frowning herself. Her immediate answer, weird is relative, gets nothing more than a huff and an eye roll.

“C’mon.” He wants something that she isn’t entirely certain she can give, so she doesn’t make the attempt. Instead, Ina goes for best-she-knows-how again.

“It’s true,” she insists. “This isn’t even weird, anyway.” Ina shakes her hips. “It’s like, one of the few reasons these things are useful.”

Xavier stares flatly at her, but it looks like he’s fighting a smile at the silly movements of the dildo.

“I meant cock,” Ina clarifies as he tucks long fingers between her thighs and the harness, pulling her closer. “Not—” she taps his lips. “Mouths. Although I guess, if you think about it —”

“Ina.”

Beckoned, she refocuses from a spot on the wall and blinks down at him. A moment passes, then a little smile touches her face. She leans and cups his cheeks. “Tuta. No, okay? It is not weird. And you should only fuck people who want to do the weird-not-weird stuff with you.”

Xavier blinks back at her, but the depth and sheen to his stare has returned in place of shyness. Instead of that tiny, tiny wrinkle of shame wavering the whole of him. He smiles as well, clearly settled back into himself. “I’m gonna do it now.”

“Okay.” She pets a hand over his hair, gives it a little tug how he likes. “Do you want me to move or stay still?”

Mouth open, tongue out, and halfway leaned forward, Xavier pauses. He internalizes and works it over in his head. Ina gives him a gentler coaxing pet for that as he stares up at her. The deliberation lasts maybe a few seconds, but Ina goes far-off thinking about something else in the meantime. She jumps a little when he laughs: “You can move.”

After they’re done, which is mostly one-sided fun on Xavier’s part for the sake of having it, Ina puts a show on.

“I saw this one with Benji last week.” He says, hair messing in a staticky tumble as he pulls his head through his shirt. It clings to the sweat drying in the valley of his spine, dotted on either side with red teeth marks. Ina had gone a bit rough, but it’d been on request. Xavier was working on requesting. Being deliberate.

“It’s fucking hilarious.”

“Benji?”

“Yeah.” Xavier breathes, then glances over at her with wide eyes like he hadn’t meant to say it that way. “Uh. N-no, not him — I mean, not…no, the show. The ending of this is hilarious.”

Ina reaches for the remote and turns it off, tucking her knees and facing him on the couch. She takes his face in her hands, squishing his cheeks slightly. “Tell me. Right now. All of that.”

Xavier goes pink.

The following weekend, Ina watches from the kitchen as he’s cornered in the living room by a man with long brown hair. The house party isn’t so crowded that he couldn’t find another target. Xavier was a deliberate choice, and Ina understands why. Not too long ago she had been in that position.

But this guy — well, Xavier would be going for thirty cents, not sixty dollars.

She waves her hands in the air to catch his attention above the man’s shoulder. Once green eyes land on her, she shakes her head violently. The bangles on her wrist rattle as she holds both hands up above the crowd.

Six, she flashes with her fingers, then brings them together to make a giant ‘O’ above her head.

Xavier blinks at her, gaze red and lidded and bleary from the smoke lingering. Then he looks back at the man chattering in his face. Ina watches as that massive, beaming grin stretches his face as he excuses himself from the spider’s web.

Good boy, Xavier, she thinks proudly. Sixty minimum.

#writing #ua #xw #it #it x xw #college au

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anomaly-hivemind · 7 months

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I’ll be the Dog || Flufftober No. 4 Feat. Jennifer and Jasmine Vesper

Flufftober Materlist

Word Count: 658

Jennifer and Jasmine Vesper stood side by side in their mom’s new and quite empty house. After begging for the pair to come and stay with her for the weekend she got roped into a last minute meeting so they were left at her home with a babysitter, and well frankly… the girl didn’t exactly have a concrete plan, she seemed to buy the book so when Jenni and Jasi showed no interest in her weird games she went to go cry on the back porch.

Jennifer plopped her bright blue Sonic the Hedgehog book bag on the floor and looked around for anything that might be remotely entertaining to her seven-year-old brain.

‘Coloring book… but no colored pencils. Two legos, a pair of safety scissors… Ooh Sonic! Things are never boring in Sonic so he’s obviously the solution!’ Jennifer thought to herself before taking out the medium blue plush.

“Jasi let’s play Sonic!” The little girl said with stars in her eyes. Her twin looked at in increduloudlly and sighed.

“I don’t wanna play sonic because we just played tht last time and you always get to be sonic. Jennifer siad taking off her own my little piny, backpack and pulling out…? Freddy Fazbear.

“Yeah well what do you suggest huh?” Jennifer said cross her arms,

“You dont have to get all mad about it… what about house, you be the mommy, freddy will be the daddy, sonic will be the baby and I’ll be the dog!” Jasmine said

“”What but I annna be the dog, I wanna be the dog” jennifer called.

“Fine fine we’ll both be dogs, Actually we’’ll be dogs thhat used to be kds, but a… um.. wizard cursed us. And and sonic is the doctor but he’s a really bad doctor!” Jasmine rambled on excitedly.

“Ooh! Yeah yeah and-“

The twin girls were cut off my the ringing of their mothers voice through the home. “JENNIFER! JASMINE! I BROUGHT PIZZA,”

“Pizza!” They both exclaimed, They started too run off to get pizza greet their mother when Jennifer stopped Jasmine. “Wait we’re still cursed dogs so that means we have to act like dogs,”

“You’re right,” Jasmine said before getting on all fours and scurrying around while barking, Jennifer soon followed suit.

There mothers excited face sooned turned to one of confusion and amusement as the girls barked wildly while frog jumping at her feet,

“Oh my what’s going on here? Where are my little girls all i see before me are teo cute puppies,” Diane said dramatically. The two girls giggled and between barks and yaps Jennifer whispered, “We re cursed by an evil wizard,”

“Oh alright, I see,” Diane said before clearing her throat and putting her hands to her chest. “Oh Great and Malevolent Wizard, please turn my daughters back into humans!” She cried out dramatically. The girls giggled before letting out sad howls.

Diane elbowed Chandler who with a wide and confused expression, set down the pizza box and began, quite monotone. “I am the wizards apprentice, if you have a request, I will take you to him, but you must pay a toll,”

Diane opened the box and handed Chandler a slice. He took two biites and held the rest in his mouth as he pulled out tape fro his bag, crumpled a paper towel and taped in on Jasmine’s face.

“I am the powerful evil wizard. What do you want? Mwa ha ha ha ha!” Jasmine laughed putting her arms up ina dramatic fashion.

“Oh please wizard please lift the curse you placed in my daughters and turn them back human!” DIane fake pleaded on her knees,

“Alright,” jasmine waved her hands around, offered one to Jennifer then they spun around.

“Oh I’m so glad the both of you aren’t dogs anymore, that was scary huh?” DIane said hugging thw two girls.

“Yeah, I might’ve never been able to have chocolate again” Jennifer sighed, wiping imaginary swear from her brow.

“Okay, time to wash out hands, little puppies,”

#fluff #anomaly hivemind #crackverse #diane sturgeon #chandler gilliant #jasmine and jennifer vesper #dogs #flufftober #flufftober 2023

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liptonsbabe · 3 years

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My dear [S.U]

Sam Uley x Fem! reader!

Summary: “Did you have a hard day? You can complain to me. Did something make you almost cry? It’s alright, look at me. Starting from now, think of three really good things: the warm air, the dazzling weather, and me outside your window. I told you, you can see brightness only when it gets dark”

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, death, heart dissease and such. English not my mother language so pls let me know if something’s wrong

gif’s not mine

"Sorry to bother you, Chief," you said following the man's moves through your house. Charlie Swan was carrying a reclining chair with ease leaving it in the middle of the living room while you stood at the bottom of the stairs with your little four year old daughter in your arms. Cassie was exhausted. It had been a long plane ride and a bit more road travel, which knocked your little girl out as soon as you set foot in your new home in Forks. It was a long time since you had seen that place but of course you remembered Charlie Swan as kind as he had always been. Even when you were just starting to think about moving back to Forks he was the first to help you get a safe home for you and your daughter. You remembered looking up for Charlie's old phone number hoping it was still the same and when you dialed and heard the man's voice behind the phone you sighed in relief. At last life seemed to be smiling on you after a long time and Charlie was quick to offer to help you if you decided to return to town.

He told you about a house for sale next to his. The owner was elderly and preferred to live with one of her children and earn income from the house near the forest that could be bought by curious tourists so Charlie convinced her to sell you the house and at a lower price than she was originally asking because the house needed some repairs that he could do. So you thought no more about it and packed your things to return to Forks after the horrible years you had lived in Brownsville.

Charlie picked you up at the airport in his police cruiser and avoided turning on the siren cause Cassie was already half asleep in your arms when you got off the plane and he didn't want to disturb her, but Cassie had the strength to stay awake long enough to make him promise that next time he would turn on the siren as they drove around town.

The truth was that Charlie Swan was an angel. He arranged everything so you would have a quick return and even now he was bothering to get all your stuff out of the moving truck so you wouldn't have the worry of doing it later.

"Nonsense, I'm happy to do it. Besides, it's my day off."

"And that's why you shouldn't be doing all this. I know vacations for police officers are non-recurring."

"I'm the chief, I have certain privileges."

"Still."

"Well, I wasn't going to let you do this on your own" he replied, carrying the boxes with your and Cassie's clothes. He set them down on the kitchen island and leaned back against them to rest. You walked over and settling Cassie better in your arms you sat down in one of the chairs Charlie had given you "Billy and Jacob will be here in a little while to get all this settled so you can have your first night here without any problems."

"I still think it's too much. Stop spoiling me like this, Charlie, you even gave me part of your dining room!"

"Ah, it was nothing. Bella and I recently bought a new one and we didn't want to take it to the dump cause it still has some use. The table is made out of good wood and the chairs are freshly upholstered. Look at it, it suits perfectly!"

"That's not the point" you said, glancing sideways at the newly arranged dining room near the kitchen "The point is that you're doing a lot for me and it's not fair."

"Your father would have done the same for Bella if it had been about me" he replied reaching for a bottle of water from the installed cooler. A sudden tension appeared in the room as you both remembered what your father's life was like in Forks "Jackson was my best friend for a long time and when he died...I promised him that I would seek you out and support you as if you were my own and that is precisely what I am doing."

"You wouldn't have if I hadn't left and hadn't abandoned him. He died because of me"

"That's not true."

"He was left alone when I left. He died of grief"

"He died from the heart valve disease he had. Your father suffered it from a young age and even so, you had a right to look for your mother"

"I wish I hadn't" you murmured, cooing to Cassie who was beginning to get annoyed by the noise of your voices "I abandoned my father and didn't find anything worthwhile"

"Well, that doesn't matter anymore, stop tormenting yourself and thinking you killed your father. I was with him. He loved you and he died peacefully, remember him as the good man he was, child."

You sighed. Cassie went back to sleep peacefully

"You're right. I'm sorry."

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I know it's not the same, but you have me now and I'd rather die than let you leave again, do you hear me?"

"Easy, I have no intention of doing that" you half smiled "I'm running away from the tracks I left in Brownsville, I have no desire to go back under any circumstances. What I'm worried about is that the tracks won't rub off and show the way to the one I'm hiding from"

Charlie clicked his tongue.

"That should be the least of your problems. I have a gun and I know how to use it. He'll have to deal with that first before he gets to you."

"Thanks, Charlie."

"Although, if Chief Swan is as good at shooting as he is at fishing then you'll have to learn how to handle a gun yourself, honey" a voice appeared from the doorway followed by a young man's laughter. You looked up meeting the unmistakable face of Billy Black next to his son Jacob. Billy entered your house being pushed by Jacob leaving him next to Charlie as he rolled his eyes "Be a little more modest, buddy."

"There's nothing wrong with bragging once in a while."

"Yeah, but you do it all the time."

"Shut up."

"Make me"

Charlie got up from his spot lunging towards Billy who ina swift movement spun the wheels of his chair avoiding Charlie's attack thus beginning a chase through the house dodging the obstacles of boxes on the floor. Jacob laughed taking Charlie's place in front of you.

"I thought we were coming to help with the move, not to watch them play like preschoolers?"

"Me too. I think Cassie will get along with them."

"Your little girl will beat them up right away"

"Probably."

You giggled quietly avoiding waking Cassie as Charlie and Billy finished their game to go back to the truck and get the last boxes, then you could finally get everything settled at home. Jacob smiled, looking at you

"I'm Jacob. You may not remember me but..."

"Are you kidding? I used to give you the bottle."

"No you didn't."

"Of course i did! My dad used to visit your parents a lot and he used to take me with him. You were a newborn baby and I used to volunteer to help Sarah feed you. You were the worst baby ever. You cried too loudly and squeezed the bottle with your swollen gums. Then you'd throw the milk back and you used to get really messy. Your poop was the smelliest I could remember."

"Don't say that!" he replied, embarrassed "I see you do remember me."

"And Quill and Embry. Tell me, are they still the same old fools?"

"They haven't changed at all."

You laughed.

"Perfect."

"Ok, these are the last boxes" announced Charlie walking into the house carrying with him a small box with Cassie's toys. Billy came in behind with some boxes on his lap "I think now we can get everything organized and finishing in time for you to get some rest."

"I'll clean up the little girl's room" offered Jacob standing up "then I'll fill the closet and set up the bed so you can lay her down, you must be tired from carrying her around for so long. is that okay with you?" he asked you. You nodded

"Yes, thank you Jacob."

"You're welcome. Give me that" The boy took the boxes off his father's legs and picked up Charlie's, all with one arm and with the other he carried the folding base of the bed. You opened your eyes wide

"Easy, big guy, when did you get so strong?"

"I don't know. It just... showed up" he replied disappearing up the stairs

"It showed up" said Charlie "Ah, I hope shows up something like that to me"

"Don’t hold your breath as that happens" Billy joked.

"I should do something for lunch" you said trying to stand up. You were going to put Cassie down on one of the couches and put some cushions around her, but Charlie won't let you. Billy agreed

"None of that. We'll order something."

"But..."

"Nothing" interrupted Billy "We'll buy pizza"

"You guys really need to stop doing this" you reproached. Billy picked up his phone

"Ah, sorry, you had to say that earlier, I'm already on the call."

"You guys are unbelievable"

Charlie smiled

"We know. oh I'll get Bella, she hasn't said hello yet" Charlie walked out before you could say anything else and closed the door dismissing the moving truck. Billy smiled complicitly, placed the order, gave the address and left the cell phone on the kitchen bar

"Dinner is served."

"Thank you."

"They had children's menu, so I ordered it for Cassie. I hear their brownies are delicious. Maybe I'll steal it for myself."

"I'll keep it as a secret"

Billy nodded with a smile and as the food arrived you chatted animatedly about what had happened in your absence, he also told you things about your father and all the times they went fishing together before his death. You were enjoying Billy's stories when time began to pass and Charlie didn’t return with Bella as he promised. Jacob was finishing Cassie's room and when the pizza arrived he came downstairs immediately, asking about Charlie's whereabouts.

"He went to get Bella, but he hasn't come back yet."

"That's strange, his house is right next door."

"Maybe something came up for him at the station" Billy shrugged.

You decided to wait for the Swans to eat, but seeing that they didn't show up Jacob offered to investigate what was going on when suddenly the door opened and a very worried Charlie Swan walked in wiping the sweat from his brow

"Bella’s missing."

"What?"

Jacob suddenly became alert and Billy remained static in his place. You felt a knot in your stomach. While riding in the police cruiser that morning, you had heard something about tourist disappearances and wild creatures killing people in the woods and you feared Bella might be in that kind of danger. You were never close, but you knew her and occasionally went out together to talk or share a movie night. You still hadn't seen her after the years you were away and the least you wanted was for something bad to happen to her.

"Did you talk to any of her friends?"

"She was with them during classes, but they lost track of her on her way here. I'll call the Cullens, maybe..."

"You didn't know?" asked Billy "The Cullens left Forks, Charlie."

"Where did they go?"

"We'll find her" encouraged Jacob "But we have to go out and look for her before dark."

"I'll go with you" you said "I'll take Cassie to her room and..."

"No, no, stay" Charlie asked you "I left a note for Bella at home in case she comes back she’ll know that she has to come here and wait for me. If she does, call me right away, please" you nodded

"I'll call Harry and ask him to join along with the boys" Billy said and wheeled away down the hallway holding the phone to his ear. Charlie and Jacob left and you decided to take Cassie to the room, go down to the kitchen and make some coffee for the Brigadiers and Bella. If she was alone in the woods and the night was catching up with her then she was going to need something hot to get her strength back.

You hoped with all your heart that she was all right. For her, for Charlie.

Hours passed one after another with no sign of Bella. Your driveway was carpeted with people and police cruisers specially brought by Charlie to search for Bella. The entire town was scoured by officers from the early hours of the night, yet there was no trace of the chief's daughter. You decided to join the search taking the opportunity that Sue Clearwater was playing with Cassie - who was awakened by the ruckus of the patrol cars - asking if it was a good idea to search for her in the woods, but Harry refused.

"It's too dangerous, we don't know what might be among the trees. We can't risk losing any more people."

You were about to object his words when Jacob came up to you putting a hand on your shoulder telling you that he was right and that the forest was something not to be taken lightly. So you gave up, deciding to go back inside and refill the coffee pot when Jacob alerted Charlie that someone had found Bella.

A tall man walked in a straight line toward the Brigadiers where Billy and Harry watched him with restrained relief. He had a stocky frame and Bella unconscious in his arms seemed to weigh no more than a feather. His cropped black hair was messy and his lack of a shirt told you that the icy cold of the city didn't affect him at all

You knew him. His face was very familiar yet strange at the same time. You were back in Forks after a few years, but you knew that no one could change that much in that period of time.

Sam Uley was holding Bella and Charlie took her in his arms as he came out of the stupor and relief of having found his daughter. The Brigadiers sighed in unison and Billy thanked them all. You wanted to do something, to approach Charlie, to ask him if he needed help with Bella, but your eyes were caught in Sam’s.

They were dark, wild, like the forest behind him. You remembered him perfectly.

Before you left Forks you two were close friends and came to like each other as something more, but your leaving ended that and what you might have been up to that point.

You tried to look away, but then Sam's huge body began to shake, his knees buckled and he fell to the ground resting his hands on the dirt. Harry Clearwater reacted and approached him asking if he was okay.

"Tired" you heard him whisper causing you to shudder. Harry helped him up, whispered something in his ear and after taking one last look at you he disappeared into the woods. Harry walked back towards you.

"I thought the forest was dangerous"

"For us."

"What do you mean?"

Harry looked at you. Then he looked at his wife with Cassie in her arms standing at the doorway . He smiled.

"You'll find out soon, child"

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seollenda · 2 years

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Can you do a alpha!Mina who goes into rut and finds relief in omega!reader who happens to be one of the members younger sister? Thank youuu!

when the opportunity presents herself... (omega!reader x alpha!mina)

hehe oh this one was fun to get back on the abo horse with. thanks for the prompt anon xx

CW: abo g!p smut, minors DNI

word count: ~9300

“fuck–”

out of all of the situations you’d expected to be in that weekend, walking in on myoui mina jacking off was not one of them.

you squeezed your eyes shut, turning around and quickly slamming the bedroom door shut behind you. you dropped your overnight bag on the couch, sinking into the cushions and turning on the TV with the volume up.

momo had said the dorm would be empty this week, and that the girls wouldn’t mind if you stayed in her room for your weekend in seoul.

it seemed your sister neglected to let her members know in advance.

the door creaked open, and you stared determinedly at the television as you heard the older woman’s shy footsteps shuffle into the common area. she stopped, standing there until you gathered the nerve to look up at her.

mina’s cheeks were flushed bright red, her expression mortified, but still seemingly determined to acknowledge you. her arms were folded tightly in front of her. you carefully kept your gaze above them.

“i’m so sorry for letting that happen, i really should have locked the door,” she stammered.

“no, i really should’ve knocked. well,” you rolled your eyes in a faux-annoyed expression. “momo should’ve let you know i was coming. she said the dorm was going to be empty and that i could stay for my weekend here.”

“oh, staying was last minute for me too,” she said softly, unfolding her arms as she sunk down onto the other end of the sofa. “what are you doing in korea?”

you hesitated, now a bit embarrassed yourself. “auditioning a couple companies.”

“oh, great!” a genuine smile crinkled mina’s eyes. “you know, i’m sure we could get a slot with jype for you if you’d like. i doubt they’d want to turn down a hirai.”

“no, i’m just trying a few companies that reached out to me first. wasn’t even sure about doing it, but they really insisted so i thought why not.” you paused self consciously. “they don’t seem to mind how late i am.”

“20 isn’t late! as if you haven’t been training all your life already.”

“yeah…” you blushed at her praise. “well, we’ll see how it goes. i have two tomorrow and then i’m leaving monday.”

“in a hurry?”

her tone was casual; only the slight shift in her expression betrayed her real curiosity. you met her eyes as a hint of her scent washed over you now. she smelled of wood and the brackish sea, an increasingly irresistible pull.

“not really,” you said, looking down at your hands in your lap. “just worried about getting out of your hair.”

“oh, don’t worry about that…” she trailed off, out of words.

“why’d you end up staying? aren’t you all on a vacation week?” you ventured, breaking the silence.

“oh, yeah, i was planning on traveling to jeonju with chaeyoung but uh.” she cleared her throat. “something else interrupted those plans.”

you came to your senses just then, realizing that you had begun to let the alpha scent lull you into a daze.

“oh, i really can leave you alone,” you got to your feet, reaching for your bag already. “i can find a hotel somewhere easily, i didn’t mean to intrude–”

mina’s eyes were wide as she hopped to her feet, blocking you. “n-no, no, really, don’t worry about it, i meant it.”

her breaths were heavier than was justifiable, her face blushing as you met her eyes. the proximity made the fresh wave of undeniable arousal pheromones dizzying. her sharp, deep inhale made you realize that you were probably returning the signals by now.

“can i help you at all?” you mumbled, not sure if this was brave or foolish. the alpha wet her lips, stepping backward slightly. “to repay you. for letting me stay.”

“you really don’t have to.”

“can i?”

she didn’t resist when your hands dropped to her sweatpants, feeling the hard length that had likely been painfully patient since your inadvertent interruption earlier. when you squeezed slightly her hips jerked forward, her knees buckling slightly. you stroked her lightly, eliciting a low groan.

her own voice startled her to her senses.

“this is a bad idea…” she said, her eyes wide. “momo would…”

“momo doesn’t control me,” you replied sharply, resting a hand on her waist. “and she doesn’t control you either.”

she inhaled, something switching in her as her resolve settled. her hands went to your hips now, pulling you flush against her.

“i know she doesn’t.”

—

mina sighed, her steady hands firm as she pulled your hips forward and back.

“mina-san…”

“i’ve wanted to do this with you for a while now, y/n.”

the older woman leaned forward over you as you lay on the couch, the alpha on her knees on the floor as she thrust slowly and deeply into you.

“me too…” you murmured, suddenly shy. she smiled, chuckling softly. she placed a hand on your chin, turning your head to make you look her in the eyes.

“did you have a crush on me? your sister’s best friend?” she punctuated her question with a harder clash of your hips. your eyes fluttered shut. “i’ve noticed the way you look at me.”

“maybe…”

she lapped lightly at your tits, causing a whimper out of you. her cock filled you until you were in a daze, forgetting everything except the alpha between your legs.

“always thought you were so cute,” mina murmured. “and when you went on that seaside trip with us last summer…”

“mina-chan,” you whined softly. she’d halted her hips as she reminisced, toying lightly with your breasts instead. “please…”

“how long have you wanted this?”

“for so long.” you bucked, trying to get friction again. you saw her lips part just a bit at the stimulation, her inhale short and sharp. her hands came back down to your hips, stilling you.

“you feel so good, y/n.”

she started again, at a faster pace this time. she stripped her t-shirt off, only in a heather-grey bralette that failed to hide the tautness of her nipples. you couldn’t have hoped to touch them; she had picked up a punishing pace that had you clutching the couch cushion by your head.

“what a good omega,” she said suddenly, a new shade of amusement in her tone. “how many alphas have you thrown yourself at like this?”

“n-none.”

mina slowed again, in genuine surprise. “this is your first time?”

“no, no, just the first time i’m with an alpha in rut,” you clarified breathlessly.

a satisfied smile came across the other woman’s face. she resumed a slightly slower pace than before. “oh, i see.”

“i’ve always wanted to…with a rutting alpha…”

“what, to be used?” she gathered your legs high over her shoulders until her cock reached even deeper inside, its depth sparking a dull, delicious ache. “used for an alpha’s needs? our little omega was so curious, hm?”

“y-yes.”

she pulled out, the sudden dissatisfaction making you groan. she straightened up, offering a dispassionate hand. “get on your hands and knees. let’s give you the rut you wanted.”

you pulled yourself upright, legs shaky as you turned and obeyed her direction on the sofa’s edge. mina wasted no time, rubbing your entrance for a moment with the head of her alphahood before promptly pressing her full length inside of you. she lifted a foot up to prop against the couch next to you, nudging your legs wider until your hips were at the right height to rail into.

“fuck,” she cursed softly, the word somehow elegant even as it came between labored breaths. there was a reason why this position just felt right–the way the head of her cock reached so deeply, and her growing knot jostled your clit at every thrust. the regularity of this stimulation is what drew you to orgasm first, a sudden wave that overcame you with a high cry and trembling legs.

mina left you no opportunity to come down, as you rode out your climax but only continued on her increasingly fervent pace. the sensations were overwhelming, the overstimulation peaking as you felt her swell inside and against you. you found yourself sobbing her name, only eliciting a low, satisfied growl from the alpha as she found an omega helpless in her hands.

she folded over you now, her hips pistoning at their own accord. you felt her breath ghost dangerously over the tenderest skin of your neck but your mind was fuzzy and thoughtless, wanting nothing else but the alpha’s knot and seed inside you. the base of her cock was slowly breaching you at every thrust, your pussy slick and yielding to its entrance.

she drew you to a second climax with her own, as her knot finally fit inside and you felt her pulsate, her climax long and thorough. your orgasm milked her for all her worth, causing ragged gasps at the stimulation. you were greedy, wanting more, the sensation of being filled drawing a low, giddy giggle in spite of yourself.

the two of you fell sideways onto the couch, still joined tightly at the hips. her own limbs shook now, wrapped around you as she slowly returned to her senses.

“fuck, we shouldn’t have knotted,” mina finally spoke, panic entering her voice. you shook your head quickly, reaching back to cup her cheek.

“its okay, we both wanted it,” you said. “you needed it.”

mina was silent, evidently unconvinced.

in a perhaps ill-advised flash of inspiration, you backed into her a little further, clenching around her as you ground your ass into her hips a bit. you heard her startled gasp, felt her cock twitch against your walls again.

“when was the last time you properly bred an omega, anyways?” you heard her exhale deeply, knowing that she was just as intoxicated by the buzz of feral pleasure as you were. “we have the apartment to ourselves for a whole week, mina-chan. i’m yours to use.”

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Fight for You Epilogue (06)

06: When she comes back

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader

Genre/Tags: established relationship - FFY couple; hurt/comfort (18+)

Warnings: child abandonment, neglect, family issues; sad things

Word count: 5.4k

A/N: We have sad and angry jk with this one 😢 It’s a little heavy, and mayhaps I cried.

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“Kookie?”

The nickname carries so many memories, most of them sad ones. Jungkook has almost forgotten how it sounded coming from his mother. He remembers his heart breaking everyday when it stopped waking him up in the morning.

He hated the name. It was Soo-ah who made him find beauty in it again, but he should’ve known she’d be just like his mother - giving up on him, letting him go.

“Mom?”

“My precious boy,” the woman chokes back tears. “My Kookie is all grown up and—“

“It’s Jungkook,” he corrects, his tone cold.

“I… I’m sorry, I… You, you look so good, so respectable.” She smiles, reaching out to him but he steps back.

“What are you doing here?” He demands.

“I was just, uhm…”

“Ms. Lee, Mrs. Wong is here,” Namjoon says, briefly breaking through the tension. “She said she’s passing by before she leaves for her flight.”

“Go,” Jungkook turns to you. “I’ll see you after, alright?”

You nod and smile, hoping to comfort him with it. You give his mother a curt nod and walk away, looking back with every step, the worry about how Jungkook is taking all this laying heavy on you.

You meet Mrs. Wong and talk to her about your program. She plans to do something similar, particularly sponsoring scholarships in the STEM field for girls. Even this kind of news that usually excites you isn’t enough, as your eyes keep flitting to where Jungkook and his mother are.

He’s still keeping his distance. His head is down and his hands are in his pockets. You could see her constantly attempt to reach out, but the fear of being turned away again is perhaps keeping her from doing so.

You try to focus on your conversation but your mind wanders away. You take note of Jungkook leaving and walking somewhere, away from the exhibit, while his mother stays there, until she eventually leaves, too.

You finally bid Mrs. Wong goodbye, and you immediately walk towards Namjoon who leads you to where Jungkook is.

He’s seated on a bench, his arms resting on his knees with his head still down. Even from where you stand a few feet away, you could see him look defeated, as if he doesn’t know what to do nor what to feel.

You quietly sit next to him and let him be, knowing at this moment, he needs to process whatever it is that happened.

“___, they’re packing up,” Namjoon informs you. “Ina’s asking if she could say goodbye.”

“I’ll get to her in a bit,” you respond.

“It’s okay,” Jungkook says, taking your hand in his. “We can go. It’s getting late.”

You both go to Ina then head to the car, with Mr. Sim asking where to take you.

“Can you take me home?” Jungkook asks softly.

You nod and hold his hand tighter, wanting nothing more than to comfort him in whatever way you can. The ride to his place is somber, with Mr. Sim’s soft humming to the radio a welcome distraction.

The car stops in front of Jungkook’s apartment, prompting you to turn to him.

“Do you want me to stay with you?” You ask.

“I just wanna be alone for a while. Is that okay?”

“Sure. Just let me know if you need anything, alright?”

He nods and plants a soft kiss on your forehead then heads out, not looking back.

“Is he okay?” Namjoon asks. “I saw him talking to the woman earlier and he looked so angry.”

“Yeah, it was just… someone he didn’t think he’d see again,” you sigh, hoping things are that simple but you know they aren’t.

You can’t imagine what it’s like to be left behind by someone who’s supposed to take care of you, who’s supposed to love you.

“Must be really tough,” Namjoon adds. “The woman kept crying though, didn’t completely leave until you and Jungkook did.”

You try to think of what she might be feeling as well - seeing the child you left over 20 years ago and him not wanting to do anything with you.

“It is,” you respond. “I just hope he’s okay, and that he doesn’t keep this all to himself and shut me out.”

“Kind of a hard ask from someone who’s done that most of his life, don’t you think?”

“I guess. But I just want him to know he doesn’t have to, that I’m here to shoulder whatever it is with him.”

“I’m sure he knows that, ___. But people deal with grief and anger and pain and fear differently. Trust in him that he knows to go to you when it becomes too much.”

“I do. I will,” you sigh.

[To: Jungkook 💞] I’m just here, okay? I love you.

It takes a few hours and it’s only when he replies that you feel you get to breathe again.

[From: Jungkook 💞] I know. I love you too

You replace the vinyl that’s spinning on your record player for the third time in the last hour. Listening to ballads has been helping calm your nerves, which you owe to Taehyung who’s taken to buying you records instead of the usual jewelry, but right now, none of the classics are able to ease your mind. Perhaps it doesn’t work in all situations.

It’s moments like this that you come close to feeling the type of worry that Jungkook tries to explain he feels whenever you’re away on a business trip and he knows you’ll be surrounded by many people. There’s that feeling of powerlessness in not being able to see you, not knowing how you are, or what type of danger is out there. It’s similar in that now, you can’t see him, hold him, comfort him and you don’t know how he is and what kind of thoughts are going through his mind.

It’s been 2 nights since you’ve heard from him. He hasn’t replied to your good mornings and good nights, and you’ve been trying to control yourself from nagging him about talking to you for fear that he’ll get annoyed or that he’ll push you away.

You sigh and call Jin, hoping that if Jungkook doesn’t reach out to you, maybe he’d reach out to his friend.

“Hey, Jin. Have you heard from Jungkook lately?”

“Hey, ___. I haven’t, actually. He was supposed to drop by for a workout yesterday but he didn’t, and I assumed he just fell asleep,” Jin shares. “It’s happened a few times so I didn’t mind it. Is everything okay?”

“His mother showed up last Wednesday night. I haven’t heard from him since.”

“Oh shit,” Jin huffs. “That’s unexpected. I mean, he’d given up on her ever coming back for him.”

This much you know, as on the rare times that Jungkook mentioned her, he talked about her like a closed chapter in his life, like a distant memory that he allowed to fade as time went by, choosing only to keep the smallest, briefest parts of her.

Like her gift of sports cars. Her love for azalea flowers. The only photo he has of her that he took from his father’s drawer on the day he left home.

Her warm, sweet smile.

Everything else he’s let go of, including the hope that she’ll ever want to see him again, apologize, or maybe want to be part of his life once more.

“I know, it was so sudden. I don’t know how he is and I’m worried,” you reply.

You hear mumbling in the background.

“Yeong-ja says he’s been on leave since yesterday,” Jin says.

You feel the tears form in your eyes, the worry of how he’s processing all this and the desire to be there for him overwhelming you.

“But he’ll come around, okay?” Jin comforts. “Things are different now. He’s probably just letting himself feel everything all at once. You know how he’s like. But just give him some time; he knows he needs you to get through this.”

You let this ease your worries for now, knowing that Jin is right. Jungkook told you that once - I always need you even if it doesn't seem like it.

You bid Jin goodbye and thank Yeong-ja, too, thankful that she’s around to look out for your boyfriend when you can’t.

You send a text to Jungkook wishing him goodnight then head home.

The trip feels long. Dinnertime is quiet. And your bedroom is suffocating.

Restless as you are, you decide to stay in the living room and make some tea, hoping that would help you feel sleepy.

It’s 11PM and you’ve just finished watching Splash, your go-to movie when you’re feeling down, when the doorbell rings.

Your heart breaks at the sight of Jungkook - slump shoulders, glassy eyes with dark crescents underneath and quivering lips. The look of dejection on his face is one you hope you’d never see again.

“Hey,” you greet quietly.

And it’s when he breaks.

He walks over to you and buries his head on the crook of your neck. You could feel his bated breaths on your skin, and his body starts to tremble, and you know he’s trying to hold back his tears.

“I need you, ___,” he whispers. “I need you tonight.”

You heat your leftover potato soup and sit next to him in silence as he eats.

You prepare him a bath, knowing that he probably walked from the village gate to your house. You remove his hooded jacket, then his pants, then his boxers.

He sits in the tub, his knees propped against his chest, his head buried in his arms.

You sit next to the tub, humming to some music in your head while you massage his back with oil. You dry him, give him the clothes he has in your closet, and lead him to bed.

He doesn’t say anything the whole time. Sullen eyes tell you enough, but the lingering looks he gives let you know he wants to say something but that he doesn’t know how to.

Sitting on the edge of your bed, he finally speaks up. “She has a son,” he says, so softly you almost don’t hear it.

“She has a son, that’s why she’s here. He’s starting university soon, she said.”

You turn to his slumped form and let him continue.

“She has a son that she raised, that she sang lullabies to, that she cooked for,” he chokes back his tears. “A son that she took to school, watched graduate… That she witnessed grow up, that she comforted when he was sad. That she didn’t leave. That she loves.”

This is when he breaks again.

“And I was so angry that I tried to burn the only photo I have of her but I couldn’t do it,” he cries harder, covering his eyes with his hand. “I don’t know why but I couldn’t erase her like that even if I wanted to, because she hurt me. She hurt me so much.”

You stand closer and he leans his head on your torso while tears roll down your cheeks.

“Why did she have to look for me? I already let her go. I wish she didn’t— I wish she just—“

Jungkook can’t finish his words so you just hold him tighter. With your arms wrapped around his shuddering body, you rub circles on his back and tell him it’s okay, that it’s normal to feel everything he’s feeling, that he doesn’t need to make sense of them right now. That it’s okay to be hurt and angry and sad at the same time.

He secures his hold around your waist as he tries to get himself together, but that proves impossible as his cries get louder, more desperate.

You let time pass. It takes a while but he eventually lies down next to you, hugging you from behind as his hand intertwines with yours.

You’ve learned that no matter how hurt he is, Jungkook may let you hear him cry, but he tries not to let you see him. He always holds your hand, though.

“She wants to meet me again, ask how I am, tell me why she left,” he says softly.

“Do you want to? Are you ready for it?”

“It’s been over 20 years. I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready.”

“But so much has changed, right?”

He hums in agreement and hugs you tighter.

“I’m just scared,” he admits. “What if her reason hurts me even more? Or what if… what if it doesn’t and I’ll want her to stay, to be around, but she can’t. Isn’t that worse?”

You turn around, his lost and scared eyes meeting your comforting ones.

“But you’ll never know, will you?”

He sighs. “You think I should, don’t you?”

“Jungkook, at the end of the day, you make the decision,” you respond. “But I’ve watched the kids at the orphanage grow up, and even the happiest of them who went on with their adoptive families always felt a part of them was missing.”

You cup his face with your hands. “You’ll spend your whole life wondering, and I think whatever you’ll come up with, whatever you choose to believe in, it’ll never be enough.”

“I guess,” he mumbles. “Better to get this over with, right?”

“That’s what I think. Knowing you, you’re gonna be thinking about this a lot if you don’t meet her,” you smile. “But you have me, okay?”

“Will you come with me?”

His eyes are pleading this time.

“Of course, Jungkook. You don’t have to go through this on your own.”

Jungkook opted for one of the restaurants you both frequent for the Sunday lunch meetup with his mother, staying at one of the rooms for privacy.

You spot her at the back as you enter, and you immediately take Jungkook’s hand and lead the way when he stops past the door.

His mother greets you and you bow towards her before taking your seat.

She introduces herself and you do the same.

“She’s my girlfriend and I asked her to come with me,” Jungkook says coldly.

“I hope you don’t mind,” you smile.

“Not at all,” she replies. “It's nice to see you again. I didn’t get to apologize the other day. I shouldn’t have come at you during your event like that. I’m so sorry.”

“Oh, please. No need to apologize. I… uh, it was quite a surprise, that was all,” you assure.

“You’re very kind,” she gushes. “I’m so happy that my son—“

“Why did you leave?” Jungkook interjects, the word son bringing back memories of what he used to be to her, something he feels he stopped being when she walked away and left him with a man who didn’t want to take care of him either.

You see his mother’s lips quiver, trying her best to keep it together. Jungkook’s eyes are towards her direction but he isn’t looking at her, something you’re all too familiar with. But this time, you think it’s his effort of trying to make sure he doesn’t break down.

But she carries on. Somehow you know this is very hard for her, too.

“Your father and I were very young when we had you,” she starts. “We didn’t know what we were doing, what parts of ourselves and our relationship we’d lose by having a child that we weren’t ready to raise.”

The words cut like a knife, and Jungkook clenches his jaw to keep the tears from falling.

“But I tried, Jungkook. I worked multiple jobs to make ends meet because your father didn’t want that responsibility. I tried to give whatever I could, however I could. But it was… It was so hard,” her voice cracks. “I just… I wasn’t strong enough to stay, I wasn’t strong enough to be your mother. I was just so, so tired.”

And this is where she breaks, as she covers her mouth with her hands to mask the sound of her sobs. You sit there feeling powerless as you watch her unravel. You can’t imagine how terrifying and difficult it must’ve been for her, too.

“It felt like the only thing I could do, but it was also the hardest decision I had to make. I just had nothing of myself left to give you,” she explains.

“So you just left and somehow thought that was better?” Jungkook raises his voice.

“I… I didn’t know what else to do,” she stammers. “But I made sure that the neighbors would check on you everyday. And I knew your father would never lay a hand on you, hurt you. I—“

“He neglected me! He drank himself to sleep everyday. He hurt me with his words, with the love he never gave because you left, you chose yourself, and you let me deal with all the consequences on my own.”

His mother continues to cry and for the first time today, you see Jungkook crack.

“I never realized how hard it was. You could've told me. I could’ve helped. I could’ve worked—“

“You were just a child—“

“So you left me. You could’ve taken me with you but you didn’t. You never wanted me,” Jungkook croaks. “You never would’ve made that decision if you did.”

“If I could turn back time, you have to know that I would’ve done things differently. I would’ve taken you with me,” she continues to cry. “I thought about you everyday, my little Kookie.”

She takes a box from the other bag she’s holding. She uncovers it to reveal a small pile of photos that she lays on the table - Jungkook as a newborn being carried by her, a rare family photo, Jungkook in his preschool uniform, Jungkook running around the beach, in a playground, playing marbles on the street.

“We didn’t have many photos together but I kept the only ones we have,” she says.

She takes out a rattle. “I got you this when you were little and you kept running around the house pretending it was a sword of some sort,” she manages a laugh. “And then there's this crocheted bunny that I made because you had a bunny smile before that you loved to show me. Do you remember?”

Jungkook turns away. “No. When I realized you wouldn’t come back, I tried to forget everything,” he says. “It worked. There’s not much of you I remember.”

She nods, looking defeated, as she reminisces about the time passed looking at the photos and the man in front of her - different from the sweet-looking boy who couldn’t keep still, who always smiled at her when she was nearby.

“I thought maybe one day when I could give you a better life, I would come back for you,” she says after a while. “But that took a while and when I finally could, 12 years ago, I visited home but your father said you’d left. I’m so sorry, Jungkook.”

“You shouldn’t have waited so long,” he responds, his tone a mix of anger and hurt.

“I left the country and I couldn’t come back here. I—“

“You could’ve called, or sent letters. You could’ve done anything.”

Your heart breaks at the lone tear that falls down his cheek, which he immediately wipes away.

“I didn’t want to give you false hope because I didn’t know when I could see you again,” she tries to explain, but knowing even then, it’s pointless. There’s so much hurt, so much lost time, so much love that wasn’t given.

“You left so suddenly. I spent so many nights crying for you, so many years hoping you’d come back. You made me believe I wasn’t good enough for anyone, not even my own mother,” he pants.

“I took that with me, I grew up believing that I wasn’t worthy of love, and I almost lost everything because of that. Because I kept thinking that even if someone chose me, one day they’ll leave, because I’m not good enough to make them stay. That’s such a hard thing to carry around, do you know that?”

“I know I can never take any of that back, all those years you spent believing that but Jungkook, you have to know you’re good and you’re worthy of everything, of love and—“

“I know I am,” he responds. “It took years of keeping people out and locking myself in before someone cared enough to see past the anger and the pain. And even she had to get hurt before I learned to accept the love she was giving me. All because of you.”

“Jungkook, I—“ she pleads.

“I can’t be here. I… I have to go,” Jungkook says, and promptly stands and heads out the restaurant, leaving you alone with his crying mother and 9 years’ worth of memories in front of you.

You watch him walk out, knowing he’ll want to be alone first.

“Please just give him some time,” you say, as the tension dissipates a little. “It’s a lot to take in, especially since he doesn’t really talk about you.”

“That’s understandable,” she responds. “What more can he say about a parent who left and did nothing but hurt him? I shouldn’t have come. It must’ve been too much.”

“I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, ma’am, but why did you?”

“I… I meant it that I think about him everyday. Life happened when I was away, too, and I went to Busan the first chance I got. The neighbors had passed, his father didn’t know where he went… I didn’t know where to look and I only had a short time then,” she explains.

“My family arrived a week ago. I was reading the newspaper at the salon and read about you, the successor of the Lee Group,” she smiles. “There were these photos and there was Jungkook with a group of people, and he looked the same, I just knew it was him. It felt so serendipitous finding him then. And then I read about your event at the mall and I just had to take my chance.”

“It does seem coincidental,” you agree.

“But I’m not asking for his forgiveness, not when I know I don’t deserve it,” she continues, going back to your question.” I guess I just… I wanted to see him, hear his voice again, find out how things turned out for him… It’s selfish,” she admits. “Because he’s right, I shouldn’t have waited too long, I shouldn’t have left in the first place.”

You have no words to say, as you watch her cry again. There’s parts of Jungkook that you know he keeps to himself, the deepest wounds that aren’t visible, that he prefers to keep hidden because they’re too painful to think about. And even after everything that happened, you know that it’s the same with his mother, and it's the kind of pain you hope you’ll never know.

You place a hand over her shaking one in an effort to comfort her. You’re not one to decide what one deserves or doesn’t, but the most you could give her is the assurance that even without her, he turned out to be all kinds of good.

“Jungkook is very loving, you know?” You smile. “He can get intimidating if he chooses to be but he’s so, so loving, so caring and protective and understanding. He’s principled, stands by his decisions, and never makes excuses. He’s had a lot of baggage to carry but he pushed through everything because he just wants a good life. And he has one right now, and it’s all because of him. Even if he lacked love growing up, he’s more than capable of giving it.”

The smile that she gives is a genuine one and you’d like to think this is enough.

“That’s wonderful to hear, Ms. Lee. He’s always been a loving and sweet child and I’m glad that life didn’t take away those parts of himself.”

“I think no matter how much he tries, he can’t get rid of those,” you smile back.

“But thank you, for loving him, for not giving up on him,” she says again. “Much as I want more, this should be enough - to know that he’s loved deeply and that there’s someone he can build a life with, to live a life he didn’t have when he was younger.”

You smile again and the conversation ends. You lead her out the restaurant where you find Jungkook standing cross-armed by the car parked some feet away from the entrance. You approach him and ask him if he wants more time alone. He shakes his head no, and you’re about to enter the car when someone calling out for his mother catches both your attention.

You see a young man runs towards the restaurant where he takes the bag that Jungkook’s mom is holding. He wipes away her tears and hugs her tightly.

The physical similarities between Jungkook and his half-brother are quite striking - boyish features, expressive eyes, a sweet smile. You can tell it’s something they both got from their mother, as the smile she gave you earlier is something you’ll remember for a long time.

You see the mother-and-son exchange words before he looks in your direction. He bows and shyly grins before he takes his mother’s hand and hails a cab.

You and Jungkook enter the car, the silence inside is heartbreaking as it is hopeful.

You end up in the gazebo at the park near his apartment. You sit next to each other and watch the end-of-spring sky, providing calm amidst your otherwise racing thoughts.

“What does she want from me?” Jungkook finally speaks.

“Not your forgiveness, even if she’ll probably spend the rest of her life being sorry for leaving,” you respond. “She says she doesn’t think she deserves it. But I think deep down she just wants a chance. She wouldn’t have given this to me if she didn’t.”

You pull out the photo of a young Jungkook, perhaps at 2 years old, sitting on the lap of his mother who looks like she can’t be much older than 20. She gave it to you before you parted ways by the entrance earlier, with no other words said.

“A chance to what? Be part of my life again like it’s that easy? So she could leave again?”

“Maybe to get to know you? For you to get to know her, too? Maybe see how you can move forward after everything?”

He scoffs. “How does anyone move forward after all that?”

“I don’t know, but you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” you turn to him. “It’s a lot to process and figure out but I don’t think she wants to rush you, nor does she want to force you. It’s your choice to get to know her or not; no one can make that decision for you.”

He closes his eyes, that small part of him that wants to get to know his mother and that he’s afraid to acknowledge eating him inside.

“How did you do it with your parents?”

“It’s not the same, Jungkook.”

“Pain is pain, ___. Whatever form, no matter how long it’s passed. It’s still pain.”

“It wasn’t easy. I still grew up feeling unwanted even with all the things I had,” you sigh. “But at some point, I just accepted that they’re humans, too. They feel pain and fear and sadness like anybody. I can resent them for not being around but they’ll carry that with them for the rest of their life the way I’ll carry it with me for the rest of mine,” you continue, something your parents had mentioned in passing once.

“There were holes in my heart that they caused, but overtime, those eventually turned into crevices, into small cracks that even they can’t fill because those formed in my childhood, you know? That’s time I can’t get back.”

He looks at you, knowing how that feels, how the hurt from one’s childhood doesn’t go away that easily, no matter how hard one tries.

“But love is love, too, Jungkook, Mrs. Hwang and Mr. Sim never tried to replace my parents nor did they try to make up for them, because the love of a parent is something so integral to who we are but you see, what they always tried to do was love me enough so that I'd learn to do that myself. So that I won’t turn hard and unloving. Maybe I’ll go on for the rest of my life with those crevices in me but what’s worse than pain is not having any kind of love at all. And I always had it.”

You take his hand in yours.

“Your mom left. Your dad wasn’t any better. But at one point, you had Soo-ah. She gave you love when you didn’t have it. And coming out here, you had Jin and his father; you’ve had Jin for years,” you remind him.

“And now, you have me, too. You have all of us. Mrs. Hwang always told me to not tie my worth to what I didn’t have, to not let those who hurt me strip away my ability to love. Because I can do that, that’s the most important thing we can ever do for ourselves and for others. And you’re more than capable of that, okay?”

“Okay,” he whispers and smiles, cupping your face and knowing that your words will always comfort him, will always make sense. And now, he knows that will help him heal, help him learn how to move on.

“You don’t need to figure it out now, but what’s important is that you move forward, with or without her in your life. And even if you choose the former, you get to decide to what extent she gets to be around.”

Jungkook nods and hugs you. He holds you for a while, and even when you feel the droplets on your shoulder, you don’t say anything more.

“Thank you for being there for me, ___. I don’t know how I would’ve gone through this without you.”

It’s some months later when you and Jungkook are walking around the Han river park, a now favorite thing you both do, especially when it’s cool in the evening like tonight. A familiar smile catches your eye, and you don’t get to turn away in time before Jungkook sees it, too.

His mother doesn’t notice until she’s standing in front of you, and her face suddenly turns shy and worried.

You look at Jungkook whose face is softer than you’d expect, almost accepting, appreciative, as he eyes the rest of the people accompanying her.

“Hi, Jungkook and ___,” his mother bows. “I’m with, uh… These are…”

The older man reaches his hand and introduces himself as her husband, and proceeds to introduce their son and daughter. There’s softness in his eyes as he does, and you’re more than glad that Jungkook seems to mirror it.

“These are your half-siblings,” the older man says. “We’re happy to finally meet you.”

The younger man and young girl, who can’t be older than 10, smile excitedly as they say hi.

“You… you know about me?” Jungkook asks.

“For a long time,” his brother responds. “It was nice to think that I have an older brother somewhere in the world. I wish I could grow up and look like you,” he blushes. “Sorry, dad.”

“Ah, I can’t blame you,” the older man laughs. “You look great, Jungkook. We don’t need to imagine how you turned out to be anymore. The baby photos could only do so much,” he grins. “It’s nice to meet you, too, Ms. Lee.”

“Please, just ___.” You return their smiles.

It’s more shy greetings until you bid your goodbyes, as the young girl whines about not being able to find an ice cream parlor around.

You notice Jungkook looking a little conflicted, unsure of what he wants to do. You could tell there’s fear and uncertainty but also a tinge of hope.

You take his hand and whisper that it’s okay.

“We, uh, we know a place that sells good ice cream,” Jungkook says, prompting the family to turn around. “Would you like to join us?”

They all smile and you could swear a tear slides down his mother’s cheek.

“That would be wonderful, Jungkook,” she says.

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