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fallingdownhell · 1 year

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Genshin Men reacting...

.. to someone talking down on you

Including: Diluc, Ayato and Tighnari

Summary: after a very long day the last thing you expected to happen was to be confronted with some rude person making unnecissary comments. Your boyfriend catches wind of it and just can't let that happen...

Content Warnings: gender neutral reader; canon universe; established relationship; cursing; maybe slighly ooc; people being mean but getting told off; little bit (also mentioning) of bullying (I do NOT agree with anything that this character is going to say!);

Word count: 3.6k words

Please feel free to point out any grammar or spelling mistakes to me! Also, if the format or anything seems off, I apologize but this is my first post and I wrote this on my phone. I'm still trying to get used to all of this.

Ayato

Being with the head of the Yashiro Commission was difficult sometimes. Not because you didn't love him - Archons knew that you did - but rather because of his unique circumstances.

Given the position that he was in, many people had their attention on Ayato which was not always a good thing. He may have been a sweet and caring boyfriend, but only in the familiar surroundings of his estate, where all his servants had been ordered to not speak a word about your relationship.

Because, even though Ayato loved you, he didn’t want it to become public, mainly for two reasons. The first one being that he wanted both of you to be absolutely sure of your feelings for the other before announcing anything. Could you imagine the drama and talk in the town if he were to announce that he had a partner, only for them to be gone within the next few weeks because things just didn’t turn out the way he expected them to? Again, Ayato was sure of his love for you and he wanted you to be together, but he also wanted to make sure that you were certain as well.

His other reason for keeping your relationship under the radar was exactly the topic of attention. Not everyone liked being the center of it, even less if it was guaranteed that you would be the talk of the town for at least the next few weeks if you guys were to go public. He just didn’t wish for you to have to deal with any of that. Not when your relationship was still this new. And if he was being honest, he quite enjoyed the moments of solitude he could get with you like this.

Although, he had to learn the hard way that things could go terribly bad as well, if you keep them a secret for too long.

It has been a less stressful day today, so Ayato decided to go outside for a walk to catch a bit of fresh air and stretch his tired bones. He didn’t bother telling Thoma or any of the other housekeepers, they could handle themselves for a few minutes without him. And if they needed something urgent of him, he was sure he could still tend to it once he returned.

Walking out of the estate, Ayato decided on a whim to make this supposed short stroll indeed a longer one, so he could go to Inazuma City and maybe get himself a Boba he didn’t get to enjoy for a long time now. Maybe he could even grab a special one for Thoma to try and a more... reasonable one for you.

Happy with this idea and a smirk already forming on his lips, he quickly changed directions to the city.

Within an hour, Ayato arrived at the outskirts of the town. People started whispering among themselves, heads turning after him, questioning what he could want here, since he was not exactly a common visiter.

Most people only knew the Yashiro Commissioner from tells and tales, since he prefered to stay in his estate. Only for official gatherings of events did he come to Inazuma City, so what could he want here on the most normal of days?

Ayato didn’t pay it any mind though, as he casually walked up the stairs to where he knew his prefered stall was, but after arriving at the top, the peaceful atmosphere was quickly interrupted by two people arguing. One of which Ayato knew all to well.

“... said NO! How many times do I have to repeat myself?”

Normally, after hearing this, the Commissioner would not hold himself up with trivial arguments such as these. He would simply bring it to the attention of some nearby guards for them to deal with it. But, given that you were involved in this, he just couldn’t ignore it. Abandoning his usual procedure completely, he quickly made his way over to where he heard your voice coming from, able to hear the conversation taking place more clearly the closer he got.

“Come on! Why you gotta be so difficult? ‘S not like you’re already taken, right? So, just come with me and I’ll show you a good time, I promise~”

“Let go of me, you creep!”, you yelled as you yanked your hand out of his grip. You couldn’t remember for how long you had to deal with this insistent jerk already, but you were fed up. No matter how many times you turned him down, he just wouldn’t listen. You tried to be nice about it in the beginning, but you were starting to get annoyed now. People on the streets also started to watch this interaction, though no one stood up for you or wanted to help you, so you just had to take matters into your own hands.

“The Hell do you think you’re doing, you bitch?! I’m doing you a favour, inviting you to my home! Who the hell do you think you are, you worthless piece of -!”

While shouting, the man in front of you suddenly raised his hand. Realising, that he was about to hit you, you couldn’t do anything but close your eyes and just hope that it would be over quickly.

Except.. the expected pain never came. Carefully you opened your eyes again, only to realise that someone else now stood between you and your pursuer.

“Wha- the hell do you want? This has nothing to do with you!”

“Oh, but it has everything to do with me if you’re trying to hurt my partner. I can’t let that happen, now can I?”

You were too deep in shock, so you only realised now that it was Ayato, who was standing in front of you, holding that guys hand by his wrist, effectively stopping him from hurting you. His words however only setteled with you a few seconds later. But once they did, you just couldn’t help but stare at him dumbfounded.

“Your... FUCK!”, the man suddenly yelled, janking his hand out of Ayato’s grasp and then ran from the scene like the devil himself was chasing him. The Commissioner didn’t pay it any mind though, rather focusing his attention on you.

“Are you alright, my dear?”

“Yeah, but... Are you? I mean.. you basically just announced our relationship to the entirety of Inazuma..”

“Don’t think of that now. Let them know, I don’t care. So lang as you’re safe, and by my side, I couldn’t care less.

With that, he slowly pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly, not paying any attention to the staring and whispering bystanders. And he meant what he said, nothing mattered more to him than you and your safety.

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Diluc

Having a relationship with Diluc was not how you had expected it to go. Of course you had feelings for this man for a long time - otherwise you wouldn't have gone into a relationship with him - but you also went into this expecting him to act like his usual self. All stoic, feelings kept under control, never knowing what he was thinking.

But, as a matter of fact, Diluc was nothing like that over the course of your relationship with him. At least, when the two of you were alone or at the comfort of the winery, where he could trust the people around him. Diluc was very much an affectionate and protective lover, always making sure to communicate his thoughts and feelings with you, even if it was a bit awkward for him in the beginning.

It all came as a surprise for you, but it definetly wasn't an unwelcome one. Naturally, it still took his time until he fully opened up to you, told you everything about him. It was the same for you, since you had to deal with some unpleasant events from your past as well. But you managed to help each other through it together, and slowly but surely, you could say that you were starting to feel happy again. Each day with Diluc by your side made you feel like you won the lottery of life itself.

It was still a rather young night, yet you were already halfway through your shift at Angels Share. You had offered your boyfriend to help him out at the Tavern from time to time, which he reluctantly agreed to, but seeing you work happily behind the counter, glad that you could help out your boyfriend, made him feel relaxed as well. At least, for the time being. He still made sure that you wouldn't be overworking yourself or had to deal with any rude customers if he could prevent it.

But, as always in life, happiness doesn't last forever.

As the night went on, more and more people started to gather at the Tavern, most of them looking for some form of relaxation after a stressful day full of work, or just to casually meet with some friends and have a nice chat over some alcoholic beverages. You were working together with Charles, switching between mixing the drinks and serving them to customers, when the door opened again, accompanied by the sound of a little bell hanging above it, signaling that a new customer just walked into the tavern.

“Hey there, welco-..”, you turned to greet the new face, as you always do, but as soon as you recognised the person, your voice died down and the warm smile you usually had on your face also dropped. It couldn’t be. You really thought that you never had to see him again. You were not prepared for this. Charles, who was standing beside you, picked up on your change in behaviour, but had no idea about anything, so he couldn’t really do anything either.

The guy coming into the tavern took a quick glance around the interior, then decided to take place on one of the stools by the barcounter. “Just get me a glass of that dandelion wine that you guys are soo famous for.”, ha said in a dismissive tone while waving with his hand.

Without so much as a word, you went straight to it, hoping that he wouldn’t recognise you, since it had been so many years since you last saw each other. At one point while you prepared his drink, you could feel that he started staring at you. Trying to ignore it, you continued with your work, willing your hands to stop with the shaking. ‘He is just a normal customer. Just keep breathing, you got this’, you kept telling yourself, hoping that it would help calm your nerves.

“Hey... do I know you from somewhere?”

You froze for a second, hoping that he wouldn’t remember or just brush it of. You didn’t answer as you served him his drink, but it would seem that luck won’t be on your side today.

“Wait.. is that you y/n?”

Now the panic really started to settle in, your eyes widend as you looked at him, which was all the confirmation that guy needed.

“I knew it! And seems that I was right about you as well, seeing as you’re working as a mere server here. Told you you could never make something out of you!”, he laughed as he snatched the drink from the counter.

“Okay, I think that is enough.”, Charles chimmed in, having heard the whole thing.

“Chill, I’m just telling the truth. They never had anything to show for themselves, even when we were younger. And by the Archons, your looks didn’t improve either.” He laughed even more after that last comment and you couldn’t do anything about it. You wanted to stand up for yourself, say something to him, insult him back, really just anything. But you were too much in shock, frozen in place, barely able to process what was happening right now.

“Surprised you’re even still in Mondstadt. I thought you had run of to Liyue or whatever, seeing as nobody here would want you as their partner. I mean, what so you have to show for yourself? Definitely not money or looks. Bet you can’t even please someone.”

“That’s it. Get out of my bar, right now!” You heard his familiar voice, but you were too scared to look up, fearing that you would just be able to see the face of that one person you hated more than anything.

“Huh? Who the fuck are you to tell me what to do?”, the guy spoke as he stood up, trying to intimidate Diluc by standing right in front of him, but your boyfriend wasn’t impressed by it at all. More than anything, he was beyond pissed of with that guy.

“I’m the owner of this Tavern, and I’m telling you now, in a nice way, the get out and never set foot in here again. And if I see you here again, or harrassing my partner again, I promise you, it will not end well for you.” Diluc was speaking in a slow and calm manner, but the hidden rage was easily detectable. Your old bully picked up on it as well, as he went past Diluc and out of the Tavern without another word.

Your boyfriend made sure that he was actually gone, before immediatly making his way over to you and embracing you in his arms. It took a little for you to register but you soon clung onto him like your life depended on it, only noticing that tears were escaping your eyes once his coat was already drenched in them. When you realised that, you shoved him away from you.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to -!” You were interrupted by your boyfriends hands softly holding onto your face, making you look him in the eyes.

“Don’t you dare start apologizing to me. You didn’t do anything. I should be the one saying sorry for not arriving here sooner.”, he said, as one of his thumbs slowly brushed over your cheek, which made you smile a little bit.

“But you came, and that’s all that matters. Thank you, Diluc.”

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Tighnari

Your relationship with the fennec fox was a very loving one, but also a very exhausting one. His life as a forest ranger was a very busy one, so he often didn’t have as much time for you as he or you would have wished. Nevertheless, you guys always managed to make up for the lost time, no matter how little you got to spend together.

Tighnari treated you with so much kindness, you could basically feel his love and adoration for you with his every word and action. Of course he still kept his foul mouth, even in your relationship, though you knew that he never had any ill intend. And even if an insult did come out of his mouth, directed at you, he always said it in such a loving way that you just couldn’t get it in any wrong way.

Usually, the two of you would wake up in the morning together, either one of you staying in the others cottage almost every night. It became such a normal occurance for you, you couldn’t even remember the last time you slept alone in your bed. Not that you mind, though. You loved waking up to your boyfriend holding you close to his body, feet entangeld with his own, your face pressed against his chest.

If you were to ever tell anyone how affectionate this fox really was, they would probably just start laughing and call you crazy. Everyone knew Tighnari as this stoic, stern man who puts his research above everything. In reality, you were his number one priority, nothing else. When you thought about that, you couldn’t help the smile that began forming on your lips, while you slowly reached out to softly stroke some stray hair out of his face.

Normally, Tighnari would be awake way before you, but today was one of the rare occaisions where he actually slept longer than you, allowing you to admire his beautiful resting face and relaxed expression.

“Enjoying yourself?”, your boyfriend suddenly spoke, his morning voice sounding a bit rough, but it just made you adore him even more.

“Very much so.”, you answered gleefully, as Tighnari slowly opened his eyes, keeping the eye contact with you.

He looked at you a few more seconds before mumbling a quiet ‘Good morning’, then leaning towards you to give you a small kiss to your forehead.

“We have to get up now..”

“Ugh.. can’t we stay for five more minutes?”, you groaned, not quite ready to get up just yet.

“I’m afraid not. We both have long days ahead of us. The sooner we get all of it done, the earlier we can be back again.”, Tighnari said as he already began to peel himself out from under the covers, dragging you along with him in the process because he knew if he didn’t do that, you would just fall back asleep again.

You both went to your morning routines as usual, grabbing something to eat before you both went your seperate ways to take care of your duties for the day.

You and Nasrin were assigned to patrol the forest today, so you went to find her to discuss how you two would be handling it togehter. Meanwhile, Tighnari was staying behind in the village today, since he had some catching up to do with his research and also work on new doses of medicine for Collei.

Time went by quickly while Tighnari was focusing on his work - surprisingly not being interrupted even once - that by the time he leaned back and allowed himself a small break, the sun was already starting to set, though it wasn’t quite sunfall yet.

He was just about to focus back on his work to get a few more pages done, when his ears picked up on some unusual noises outside. He noticed that it was some distant shouting that he was hearing, by an unfamiliar voice at that, so he decided to check for himself what was going on there.

He exited his cottage and quickly located the source of all that noise by the village entrance. He didn’t think much of it in the beginning - probably just some travellers or adventurers who got lost in the forest again and were now complaining about it - but as he got closer and recognised the person on the receiving end of the shouting as you, he wasn’t as relaxed anymore.

“What the hell was even the point of doing all this if you can’t even secure my goods?!”, the man in front you kept shouting, not letting you get a word in. In all honesty, you were getting frustrated and annoyed at that guy.

Here you were, trying to help him when he was getting attacked by a hoard of fungi in the forest, and he had the audacity to complain to you about not being able to save his goods for him. Not like you were busy fighting those monsters of while he cowered behind you like a little kid.

“Look, as I tried to tell you -!”

“I mean, what is a merchant even good for without his fucking merchandise? How fucking incompetent can you be?”

That was the third time the man cut you of and now you had enough of it. You were about to go of on him as you saw your boyfriend approaching from behind the guy. You knew with one glance at his annoyed face that the guy was in for it, so you just couldn’t help the smirk forming on your lips, which the guy in front of you also noticed.

“What the hell is there to smirk about, you little-!”

“Excuse me, I would very much appreciate it if you could stop talking to my partner like that.”, Tighnari said, very matter of factly.

The guy turned around, still pissed of about the situation. “Oh yeah? Then maybe tell your little, incompetent partner to do their fucking job right, then I wouldn’t have to do that!”

“Oh, so you mean, saving your life wasn’t part of their job? Should they rather have secured your goods, leaving you to fend those monsters of by yourself?”

That shut the man right up. You could see his mouth open and close, again and again, trying to come up with some sort of retaliation, but not being able to find one.

“I suggest that you apologize to them and then get out of my village because I sure won’t let someone as rude as you stay here. And make sure to keep clear of the forest, there won’t be any nightly patrols today.”

Clearly fed up with this whole situation, the guy pushed past you, not muttering another word, as he went on the path that lead straight back to Sumeru City. Tighnari had half a mind to go after him, drag him back and make him apologize to you, but he came to the conclussion that that wouldn’t be worth all the effort.

Instead, he let out a long sigh, than looked back at you.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes, just really annoyed with that guy. Honestly, what was even his deal?”

“Some people just see themselves as the center of the universe. Don’t think about it too much.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t. Besides, I think that was pretty cool, how you told him right off. Very attractive~”, you said.

“You Lummox”, Tighnari said as he quickly turned around to hide his red cheeks. You laughed and quickly caught up to him again so you two could start your well deserved evening toghether.

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rqnvindr · 7 months

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fountain of tears

pairing: neuvilette x fem!reader

genre: angst, fluff/comfort

word count: 1.8k

synopsis: neuvilette finds you standing by the fountain, alone the rain after an argument. his hidden turmoil can only be solved by hearing your voice again, tender, and unfiltered.

warnings: archon quest spoilers, arguments

a/n: I HAVEN'T POSTED ANY WRITING IN AGES BUT I HAD TO WRITE SOMETHING FOR MY OTTER HUBBY! enjoy!!

"this is pointless. i'm out."

your words wound neuvilette, the pain shooting deep into his bones. they ring over and over again in his conscious, louder than any vibration that had ever emanated from his cane to resume order during a trial. he sits in his office trying to work, but his thoughts don't subside, not one bit.

he ponders, staring at the stacks of papers in front of him, documents regarding cases that needed to be reviewed in due time. but not today. the amount of time he had in between today's working hours and the next trial reassured him that he could hyper-fixate on the last thing you said to him before storming out the door.

it's strange that he isn't worried for your safety as much as he is over the feelings rooted in your actions. the chief justice knows that humans are more fragile than those who have lived for eons. those who have experienced centuries of change were capable of adapting to different and unexpected circumstances through changing forms, and bestowing ancient powers of the past that contained the wisdoms and strength needed to guide them. he should be more concerned for where you could've possibly have gone within the last day. but he knows that you are also acquainted with a certain traveler that had recently arrived in fontaine and caused an uproar with the hydro archon in court already, everyone was. there's no way they could've left now, taking you with them on their travels. they still had unanswered questions left for lady furina. it is still a possibility though that you're at least staying with them, since you two were in good graces.

you weren't from fontaine though, and the image of you packing your bags and going home by yourself made him shiver. you did say you were heading "out" after all. he had to consider all of the possibilities.

neuvilette was new to human relationships. how long did it take for humans to draw the line? it varies for everyone, since they are given the freedom to dictate their personal connections to others to a certain degree. but how much was too much for you? when it came to you, he not only wanted to understand humans more, but also just you. he wanted to delve into all of your laughter, all of your worries, all of the sighs that escaped your pretty lips. to grasp it and memorize it all, was his greatest desire.

without you, he would basically lose his purpose for inserting himself into the realm of mortality. you already got him this far, and on top of that, he concluded that you were causing him to feel foreign emotions from removing yourself from his sight. even if it hurt, this was a test included in his journey that he had to endure.

but neuvilette does not want to face the predicament without a resolution. instead of wallowing, he decides to leave his office. he was already working overtime anyway, hoping to just drown in reading the same pages over and over again to keep himself grounded. was he always this sensitive? in his mind, he imagined the beings of the past looking down on him.

it's pouring rain when neuvilette steps outside. ah right. he doesn't need another reminder that his sorrows inconvenience the ordinary citizens of fontaine, who are just trying to make it to work on time, rush their loved ones to the doctor, and just go about their lives without the weather impeding on them. people barely carry umbrellas though, they're all accustomed to this and it's too unpredictable (at least for them it is).

he decides to start backwards, far away from the court of fontaine. he heads to the opera house first, and he finds you on the first try. how could he ever mistake you for someone else? you're the only person he has eyes for. especially when you're standing by the fountain of lucine, and carrying a distinct umbrella in a small crowd of people, most of whom appear to be flocked around the opera house's entrance, probably catching magic shows and other performances.

neuvilette is uneasy when he notices how close you're standing to the fountain. you're inevitably drawn to the grand structure that welcomes audiences from within the borders of the land and beyond to the renowned location. the spectacle that delivers the arts and the law all the same. but beneath its beauty lies danger that erases those who get too close. many fontainians had lost their lives from seeking the wonders of what lay beneath the waters that decorate and surround the hydro region itself. by wanting to delve deeper into it, they subsequently drowned, their lifeforce dissipating into the shackles of the streams. both the knowns and the unknowns of the primordial sea were sufficient reasons to express caution towards the lands waters, even if one was not a native who was subject to becoming one with their origins.

if you were to become the next victim, the rain would proceed to crash down and become one with the fountain in a continuous flow of precipitation. and then fontaine would be known as "the land of storms" rather than "the land of justice".

as he approaches the fountain, neuvilette's desire to pull you away and drag you back to him with no hesitation stirs. yet, it immediately dissipates when you turn your head, and give him what he guesses is a contemplative look. the white-haired man chooses his words carefully. giving you a lecture about the rumored dangers of the fountain's ability to dissolve human beings would only alarm you. he should use the rain as an excuse to find somewhere safer, if you still weren't ready to return to your shared residence.

"it-"

"i know. you're going to ask why i'm standing out here as if it isn't pouring rain." neuvilette barely gets a syllable out before you take the words right out of his mouth. you guys always had a habit of finishing each other's sentences, and even in a moment as anxiety-inducing as trying to make amends when you were mad at him, his heart melts. goodness, why did you have to be so lovely?

"if i were to let the rain impede everything, i guess i'd be a shut-in." you shrug. "it's been raining non-stop for the past couple of days. and no one seems to question it, so i just go along with it as if it's completely normal for it to be bright and sunny one day, and then cloudy and rainy the next day."

when you finish your thoughts, neuvilette still waits for you to continue. he was somewhat relieved that you were able to talk to him normally, but knew that there had to be more you had to say. were you going to officially end things between you two? say that you needed more time to think about the state of your relationship? he wasn't going to talk you out of anything, or start a debate. he respected your decision no matter what, even if it were to sting, he had to hear it. and the conversation had to go somewhere if he also wanted to deliver his side as well.

"i have heard some of the locals say though, that whenever it rains in fontaine, it is because the hydro dragon is crying." you say, as you gaze up at the sky. "i don't know if you have ever heard of it, but if such a tale were to be true, then i wonder what he could be going through for it to be pouring rain every other day."

neuvilette hopes he hid how quickly he blinked. normally he was good at hiding his reactions to hearing this "legend". although he never wanted to hide anything from you, the truth behind the mysterious precipitation was something he hadn't had the best opportunity to tell you about.

"yes, this is an old legend indeed. i often hear parents and caretakers telling this to children, whenever it's too wet to play outside." this was as much as the chief justice could water it down. he really did not want to lie before approaching a sensitive topic.

"as much as i would love to continue hearing the knowledge you have extracted from your time here, i have come here with another objective." neuvilette says. "i wanted to apologize for upsetting you. i have also been worried about you for the past few days. you do not have to disclose your whereabouts from the period in which we were apart, but i am happy that you're safe."

"it's alright, really." you reply calmly. "i was also in the wrong for storming out like that and not communicating with you. i was pretty upset, yeah, but i should've just told you that. i'm sorry for being immature and leaving you in the dark."

neuvilette notices tears streaming down your eyes. as your head tilts downward, they drop to the ground and blend in with the rain droplets. instead of offering you his handkerchief, he gently caresses both sides of your face with his gloved hands. you lean into his touch more, until you're wrapping your arms around him in a tight embrace, letting your umbrella drop to the ground. he reciprocates, stiffly at first, but then holds you with no intentions of letting you go.

you're no longer choking back sobs, and then the sky clears up as the rain comes to a stop. you pull away from the hug to observe the sky, staying connected with your hands intertwined this time.

"wow...the hydro dragon must have been distraught watching us as if we were his new favorite play or something." you laugh.

neuvilette chuckles, knowing that you would of course find the occurrence to be a mere coincidence. "it seems that he must be quite fond of you, my dear."

"well, i'm already taken so i guess he will have to stick to me being his favorite character." you shrug obliviously with a smile.

as your lover, neuvilette has adjusted to being more vulnerable with you. you had seen the good and the bad sides of him, the latter especially during the latest argument that the two of you had now cleared up. and even then, you still let him back in. he doesn't have to worry about baring his entire soul to you now, and will slowly navigate you through his past and identity as the hydro dragon, who entered human society as the iudex. the vulnerable figure whose emotions affect the weather, and struggles to connect with others. you're the one worthy of knowing the truth though, and he makes a promise to himself to never hide anything from you from here on out.

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ghostofskywalker · 6 months

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I Love You, But I Love Your Cat More

Natasha Romanoff/Reader

Fictober Day 25 of 31

Words: 725

Summary: When you have a bad day, there's only one place you would even think about going.

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist

It only took two knocks for her to answer the door, and the minute she opened it, she could tell what you were there for. Today had been the worst day you’ve had in a while, and it truly felt like there was nothing in the entire world that had the capabilities of making you feel better, but there was one thing you wanted to try.

“Bad day?” Natasha asked as she opened the door, and you just nodded in response, sure that your face carried the weight of your exhaustion. “Come in, she’s on the couch.”

Natasha was your best friend in the entire world and you would do anything for her in a moment’s notice, but if she said anything or mentioned how close you were, you would jokingly tell her that your relationship was only as good as it was because of her cat. A beautifully striped gray and brown tabby with green eyes, Fig had the most beautiful purr and the unique ability to make you forget every worry you’ve ever had when she was within three feet of you.

You practically flopped down on the couch, heaving a sigh that must have clearly communicated your worries, because the next thing you knew, Fig was crawling over to you and settling in your lap. Instantly, you could feel some form of peace wash over your brain, and Natasha walked into the room to see you smiling.

She sat down next to you, and you laid your head on her shoulder. After years of friendship the two of you felt completely comfortable around each other, and this was not a new experience for either of you. Truth be told, if given the chance to progress your relationship you would probably take it in a heartbeat (you would never be able to deny the fact that she was incredibly attractive), but right now you were happy with the way that you snuggled on the couch while you gently ran your hands down Fig’s back, listening to the way she purred like some kind of fluffy comfort machine.

“You want to talk to me about your bad day?” she asked quietly, reaching to grab the pale blue blanket that rested on the top of the couch and place it over your laps.

You paused, thinking about her question as Fig got herself comfortable in the blanket, and you smiled at the way her little head popped out but her body stayed exactly where it was before. “Not really,” you said. “It’s just a lot of things that seemed to build up, you know?”

“Yeah, I do,” she said. “And you know that if you ever do decide you want to talk, I’m here for you.” Both of you have said that to each other before, and you never doubted her sincerity. But since the friendship you had built together centered more around physical comfort than long vent sessions (and the fact that you did not want to cry right now), you elected not to go into the finer details of your terrible day.

Pizza was ordered and movies were played, all from the comfort of the couch, and it was hours before you even moved from that spot. You watched as Fig played with a toy mouse on the ground, filled with a kind of sudden energy that you honestly envied a little bit, and you thanked Natasha profusely for everything she did for you.

Halfway through the second movie of the day and right after Fig had hopped up in your lap once more, you could feel your eyes closing. Natasha was right next to you, and you didn’t want to disturb the way she was settled against you, so you just closed your eyes and allowed yourself to drift off right then and there. For a beautifully blissful moment, you completely forgot about what had given you so much pain and stress earlier today, and you allowed yourself to bask in the comfort and serenity that being in this place (and with this company) brought.

You could have sworn you felt a soft kiss on your forehead as you slipped away from the waking world, but it also could have been a perfect dream. Whatever it was though, you didn’t really care, because you were right where you were supposed to be.

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Song Analysis - Children of the City

Part 0 - My Ramblings, or Whatever

Hello everyone, my name is Honret, and today I am going to be doing the long-awaited Children of the City analysis that I have been teasing for far too long.

Of course, this isn't my first rodeo with song analysis. I've analyzed quite a lot of mili songs on r/mili, over on Reddit. So why am I doing this on tumblr? Partially for reach/exposure (r/mili is tiny,) and partially because I'm liking using Reddit less and less every day.

If people like this post, I might do more, or even repost my old analysis pieces on r/mili over here so they can be archived in a neater way.

Anyway, let us get on to the actual song. This analysis will contain spoilers for Library of Ruina.

Part 1 - Analysis of the Lyrics

This song is arguably rather short in terms of number of lyrics for a mili song, so let's get right into it.

Also, to get this out of the way immediately, this is a Character Song for Yan Vismok from Library of Ruina. If you're reading this, you probably already know that, but if not then it is very important information to know.

Sleep for a total of eight-hundred hours per day And drink a liter of milk Warm-up before you go play

Immediately, this beginning part seems to be almost satirizing the nature of the Prescripts. Obviously, sleeping for 800 hours in a day isn't possible, and drinking an entire liter of milk is uncomfortable for most, but they feel like things a Prescript would order someone to do. After all, they frequently demand impossible and seemingly random actions from the recipient.

Only eat or write Or pull the trigger with your right hand Only thing that's left Is to work on following commands

This next section seems to be referencing the suppression of left-handed people in the past, and relating that to the oppressive nature of the Prescripts. They order you to do uncomfortable things you might not be skilled at, just like a left-handed person may have been ordered to eat or write with their right hand.

The second half ties it back into the main theme by making it about following commands. The people who follow the Prescripts are, in a way, constantly being commanded to do things, with the fear of death if they don't follow. In that way, they're constantly being trained to unquestioningly obey a higher power, just as left-handed people were made to obey the command to be right-handed.

(This part also makes me headcanon Yan as a leftie)

By the time you realize You'll be restrained to a desk And with your dreams on the floor, you comply Eyes chained to the test Find a groom or bride, bonus if brunette In ninety hours, spill their insides Paint your room picturesque

This section is long, so like the last part, I'll split it into two halves.

The first part seems to broadly reference life in The City itself. By the time you've realized you're being trained to follow random commands, you're already figuratively tied to a desk, your only option to comply further with the commands due to having already given up so much.

Yan himself seems to have given up a lot to the Prescripts. Its heavily implied he's killed loved ones, and done other horrible things just for the Prescripts, with his only reward being to become the Messenger who delivers Prescripts to others just like him.

With his dreams figuratively on the floor due to the Prescripts, all he can do is comply.

The next lines seem to continue to drive in the ludicrous nature of the Prescripts. Finding someone to marry within ninety hours is a tall order, especially if you're encouraged to focus on just brunettes. And of course, the typically-violent nature of the Prescripts is also brought up, with the next command in this sequence being to kill the very person you just married. Its also a massive tonal shift in the song.

Now it's time for another vendetta Going through the shelves, picking out my pre-written persona Children of the city sees only the neon stars Reflected upon the murky gutter sky Don't ask me why I desperately wish to be included in The City's night

The first line here might be referencing how Yan has picked up a lot of vendettas in his time delivering the Prescripts. Or at the very least, he feels like people hate him for delivering their Prescripts, just as he hates the Prescripts themselves. After that, the part about a pre-written persona seems to imply that Yan is never being his true self. All he can do to avoid the pain of what the Prescripts demand is to pretend to be someone else, a persona.

This next part is likely a metaphor, and one that I've still had trouble parsing. It could be implying that the "children of the city," which is likely those who work under the Index, or more broadly those who follow what The City desires, only see the bright neon stars, and not the dark murky gutters they're reflected in.

Finally, Yan says that he wishes to be included in The City's night, but he doesn't know why. This, to me, says that he has a secret desire to follow what The City wants of him, so that he may finally be included, rather than feel the same exclusion he's felt his entire life as a Messenger of the Index.

In four-hundred thousand meters, turn right

A nice little metaphor, comparing the Prescripts to a car's GPS system.

Pick up a knife and stab a familiar warm body Learned to fight before I knew love or bitterness of coffee Snippy scissors cut down the strings, I set myself free Only to figure out everything I chose was by proxy

The beginning of the second half of the song here seems to be implying that Yan has definitely killed people close to him before, almost definitely because the Prescripts ordered it. Furthermore, he has been doing this from a young age, as it was "before I knew love or coffee," which very much seems to be telling me he was young.

The next part of the song seems to focus on the events that led Yan to Distort. He forged Prescripts to cut himself free and establish his own free will, but everything he chose was "by proxy," as the real Prescripts told people to follow Yan's fake Prescripts. His betrayal was forseen and intended all along, and his will was never his own.

As we suckled upon the nine-millimeter pacifier Swallowing the fact that other than to expand, we had no purpose As my ever-burning will to stay afloat backfires I now know I must be comfortable Being who I considered worthless

I think the part at the start of this verse seems to be implying that suicide is a common thing among people in the Index. After all, when your will isn't your own for long enough, you may consider doing something drastic to get it back, or even just to rebel, such as committing suicide. There's also probably people who have been ordered to kill themselves by the Prescripts.

The next part is more about Yan in particular. His desire to stay afloat backfired, in the sense that the very act of clinging to his free will made it hurt him even more when he realized that his actions were all just controlled by the Prescripts, and by extension, The City. So in the end, the very people who he considered worthless, those who just follow orders like sheep without caring where they're from, are in fact just the same as him, even if he didn't realize.

Follow the city's ribbon To a heart nobody seems to listen It takes my heart being broken and broken again (Broken and broken again) To know that I am the reason why (The reason why) The sufferings never end

Yet again, let's take this from the top.

The first lines are probably referring to Yan finding the "God of The City" responsible for producing the Prescripts. After all, he was following a Prescript that led him straight there, and its a place that almost nobody else knows about.

The rest of this verse seems to be Yan talking about the pain he's felt delivering Prescripts. After all, he seems to blame himself for all the pain caused by people following the Prescripts he delivers as a Messenger, which is probably why he says that its partially his fault that the suffering in The City doesn't end.

It could also be referring to his own suffering. His internal struggle for free will, to prove that his actions are his own. Every time its disproven, his heart gets broken again. But in saying his will is his own, he's also saying that him delivering Prescripts that hurt people is his own decision.

This probably ties into why he's so willing to follow the voice telling him to Distort. Once he finally has confirmation that his will is just the will of the City, that its all determined by the Prescripts from the start, he can finally remove all the blame and pain that he's been pushing onto himself and just mindlessly follow the Prescripts.

The only part of this chorus that is different from the first chorus is the final line. It seems to be saying that Yan wants The City to notice him, that he wants it to see his actions. Maybe he feels the The City noticing him would make all of his struggling worth it, or that it'd give his life some meaning.

Do not go home until you finish reading the value of e 2.71 8281 8284 5904 5235 3602 8747 1352 6624 9775 7247 0936 9995 9574 9669 6762

This part is referencing Euler's Number, which is an irrational number, meaning it never ends. The value of this number can never be read in its entirety.

He's never going home.

Part 2 - Summary

Children of the City seems to describe Yan's thoughts and struggles in his life, as he's followed the Prescripts to both his own detriment and the detriment of those around him.

Yan wants his own free will, wants his actions and destiny to be his own. But at the same time, this desire is constantly at odds with Yan's desire to not be at fault for all the pain and suffering he feels like he's caused as a Messenger of the Index, delivering the same painful Prescripts to people that he's been following his entire life.

In short, Yan is in pain. And when he finally gets confirmation that he has no will of his own, that its all the work of the random generations of The City, he finally Distorts into a form that mindlessly follows the Prescripts, feeling no guilt or pain over anything he does.

Part 3 - More of My Ramblings

I hope this analysis makes sense, and that I'm not just hallucinating these meanings to these lines. Yan is one of my favorite new characters in LoR, and I wanted to do him justice by analyzing his Character Song to prove that I am the true Yan Scholar.

If you do have feedback, I'd love to hear it. I want to fully understand this song, and by extension, Yan Vismok himself.

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judjira · 3 months

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the bar

tags: fluff, mentions of sex, hookup culture pairing: reader x nayeon after hours wc: 1843 back to masterlist

It’s been a long day. Work or school, whatever it’s been, it’s always such a long day, listening to people talk, talking to people, and just, in general, being around people.

For the most part, it’s easy to just smile and nod, politely excuse yourself for work, and peace out of conversations with no one the wiser.

But for some reason, it was like today, everyone decided that it would be especially nice to engage your antisocial, anxious, and overthinking ass in conversation.

And it is for that reason you decide to go to the bar.

One might think that bars are actually the place to stay away from when one does not want to engage in human conversation, and for the most part, they would be right.

But this is no ordinary bar.

This is your bar.

Your bar, as in, the one bar that would serve as a refuge for souls weary from the taxing everyday of communication, eager for a reprieve from a society that puts such a high importance on conversation.

Yes, a bar where people mind their own fucking business. A speakeasy, to be more specific.

A hidden bar that rarely anyone knows about, hidden behind a bookshelf, a fake wall, a phone booth, or any mundane object that no one would suspect.

It’s only been a few weeks since you’ve discovered it, but it’s become an instant favorite of yours.

You slide past the hidden door of the speakeasy, and instantly breathe in the solitary smell of petrichor, walnuts, and oranges.

Inside, the lighting is a dim tungsten, bare strips of light running across the ceiling, only barely illuminating the small interior, subtle grey cement walls and flooring, light brown furniture, and mahogany bar counters.

There are barely any people. Or rather, the tables are filled, one to two people sitting here and there, but each of them seem to be sectioned off, almost as if a barrier separates them and the rest of the world.

And in a few, you will join them, receding into a world you can call only your own, to rest in a peace that is well deserved.

You slide into a bar stool by the counter, your one spot in the bar that no one else touches, and order a drink. The bartender nods, words barely needed for your exchange, as they prepare your order.

You sigh to the tune of light jazz playing through the speakers of the bar, a light thrum in your bones energizing you enough to enjoy the atmosphere of this lonely bar.

Yes, this bar is special because it is yours, it can only be yours, and you are well within your rights to be alone in it.

But this bar is also special for another reason.

It is here that instead of being forced into the tiring condition of conversation, you take that agency into your own hands.

It is here that, in a world where words are forced upon and from you, you can choose to speak on your own terms.

“Here again, hm?”

And so you do, speaking to the person next to you.

She raises an eyebrow, looks to you, and sighs.

“…surprised?”

The bartender serves you your drink, and you smile at them, taking a sip and redirecting your attention to your seatmate.

“I would’ve expected you to move to another seat, or even find another bar, considering what happened last week.”

The woman sniffs, and makes to leave.

“Maybe I should."

You chuckle.

“Don’t be a buzzkill, Nayeon.”

Nayeon stops in her tracks, takes one more look at you, performs her trademark sigh, and sits back down.

“If I’d known you were this talkative, I would’ve never taken you home with me.”

Last week was a series of firsts. Your first time talking to a stranger in the bar, your first time kissing said stranger in said bar, your first time hooking up with said stranger in their own home.

All things considered, you’re lucky you weren’t murdered.

And all things considered, you’re extremely lucky it was Nayeon who you hooked up with.

“But you did, didn’t you?”

You’re not well-versed in hook up culture, hell, you’re not well-versed in sex at all. It probably isn’t normal to strike up a conversation as casual as this with someone that was only supposed to be a one night stand.

But it’s Nayeon, and you make an exception for her.

“…I’m beginning to regret it.”

Nayeon runs a hand through her hair, sunglasses hooked into her button down shirt, work slacks slightly ruffled, and heels hooking into the bar stool’s legs.

You’d assume she’s an office lady, the way she presents herself with that crisp and clean make up, sharp eyebrows, highlighted yet subtle cheekbones, pure red lipstick. Plus, the office jacket slung over her shoulder pairs exactly with her slacks, the telltale sign of a working professional.

“Are you really?”

You raise an eyebrow, and you mean more than just your question. This is supposed to be a haven, after all, for those unwilling to subject themselves to the woes of extroversion the world is so adamant on pursuing.

If you are bothering Nayeon, then you will stop.

It’s only respectful.

But then Nayeon looks at you, your eyes. Her eyes do not pierce nor penetrate. They touch, slowly, softly, with intention.

Then her lips quirk.

“…jury’s still out on that one.”

And you take that as permission to squeeze your way into Nayeon’s bubble, her closed off section of the world that you believe she barely allows anyone into.

“So, why are you here, Nayeon?”

She takes another sip of her drink, long fingers gently lifting her glass to her lips before setting it down once more.

“That’s what you ask? Not what my job is, or where I’m from, or how much I make?”

The question is posed with the raise of an eyebrow, so smooth and elegant, a trademark, you would assume, of the woman in front of you.

“Do you want me to ask about that? I would assume you don’t.”

When you first entered this bar, she was the first person you saw. The seat you chose for yourself was no mistake or by random. You chose to sit next to this enigmatic, elegant, and eloquent woman.

“You assume a lot. But you’re right. I don’t.”

You take a sip of your drink, fizzy, sweet, strong, or maybe a mix of all three. It buzzes and rings in your mouth, filling your body with a pulse of warmth as it goes down your throat.

“So…why are you in this bar?”

Nayeon hums, and as she does, her manicured finger taps at her chin.

“…I just needed to be somewhere else.”

And with that, you need no further explanation. The way Nayeon’s breath leaves her lips in a sigh that could fill your lungs with the same sense of subtle desperation is something you know all too well.

“Don’t we all?”

Nayeon chuckles at that, a low and deep hum of laughter that you remember hearing, all too close to your ear last week.

“Well, I would assume some people are here to find people to take them home.”

The jab is directed towards you, obviously. After all, it was you who had finally gathered the courage to proposition Nayeon last week.

“What was it you said again? The most beautiful woman you have ever seen and will ever see?”

Perhaps if this were a normal setting, you would blush, take back your embarrassing words inspired by liquid courage, and recede back into your hole of introversion for the rest of your life.

But no, this is your bar.

And this is Nayeon you’re speaking to.

“I don’t think I said anything wrong. Or false, for that matter.”

The laugh rings out, soft as it is, in your ears, through your bones, and down to your blood. Because it is so pleasant, so subdued, so elegant, so…Nayeon.

“Just one sip is enough for you to flirt, hm?”

Nayeon tilts her head, leaning on her hand as her smile forms.

Her smile.

It draws the most poetic of words from you, calling to your soul to speak in ways you’ve never thought you could ever speak.

And it is Nayeon who inspires this.

“For you? I don’t need the drink.”

Then, and only then, do her cheeks color. The most beautiful shade of red that you’ve already seen, flushed and bright, paired with mussed hair and blown out eyes.

The redness of her cheeks is matched only by her sigh, this time not out of exasperation nor stress, but longing and desire.

“A sweet talker, you are. Do you talk to all the women like this?”

Her smile has grown now, and with it, your desire to speak, to claim your voice for your own, to list out the all of the little things that make Nayeon so desirable for you.

“Only the ones I want to keep seeing.”

It is a wonder that Nayeon is able to draw these words from you. Indeed, others have to wrestle any sort of coherent response from you, and even then it glances off, it obfuscates, it dances.

But Nayeon can draw any word from you as one would draw water from a well.

A simple pull, and all the words you could ever hope to form are hers.

“Well…”

Nayeon’s smile turns warm, warmer than you’ve witnessed in the throes of unadulterated passion in the intimacy of her bedroom.

“Any special words for someone who wants to keep seeing you too?”

It is then that you hesitate. No, you’re not used to this kind of life, meeting strangers and having sex with them simply based off of pure physical attraction.

No, if someone is able to pull the words you ache to say so easily from you, then it is only right that they keep receiving these words, outside of what shallow connections your bodies provide.

“…only if they’d allow me to take them out for dinner sometime.”

Your heart beats. A leap of faith. Words that inspire you to wake up and take your voice for your own and for someone you’re willing to give it to.

Nayeon stares for a moment.

It is a moment you think you are falling, back into the lull of forced words and strangled conversations.

“I know a twenty four hour café near here. Good pasta.”

But it is only for a moment.

Because in the next, Nayeon catches you, and every word that comes with you.

You slip your wallet out of your pocket and the money is passed to the bartender. They nod their thanks, eyes drifting between you and Nayeon.

“Shall we?”

Nayeon offers her arm, and in turn, a sanctuary.

“We shall.”

And you take it, entering into her sanctuary.

A place where you, and your words, will always be received, should you choose to give them.

“After a late dinner…my place?”

“I’d love that.”

And you always will.

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ggidolsmuts · 1 year

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건물 사이에 피어난 장미 (Rose in the Concrete Jungle) - H1-Key Riina

Another day at work, another day past the coffee shop, another day to grind. You trundle through the turnstile of your building, beep beep. You trundle into the turnstile.

"Sir, you have the wrong card?"

Ah damn, right, not your credit card, your employee ID.

"Thanks." You nod slightly to the security guard and keep moving. The elevator is quiet and stuffy, just like your cubicle, just like any other day. You nod and harrumph assent on various meetings, and before you know it is the highlight of your day—lunch time! You eagerly file out of the building and go to the local hotspot for you and your fellow colleagues—the cafe next door. Sandwiched between two large office buildings, the cafe served as a convenient place for informal meetings, to "take things offline", as it were. Of course, it also served good and cheap food, although that came at the cost of long wait times, it was a price you and many others were willing to pay—anything to delay going back to the office.

"Hey, the usual?" You had another reason to hang around and let your lunch hour drag as long as possible. The short-haired cashier smiles at you as she is already tapping the order in.

"You got it, thanks." You stand dumbly at the counter as you watch her work the coffee machine, a soft smile on her face when she hands you the drink.

"Here you go. Your food will be out shortly."

"Thanks." You grab your receipt and wait for your number to be called. The drone of the crowd is comforting and neutral, all is fine. You occasionally look up from your phone to see if your food is out, and what the cute cashier is up to.

"Sup man!" You wince internally as you feel a solid thump on the back.

"Hey Joonho." You greet your college classmate, an asshole through and through. He mellowed out slightly after graduation, joining a competitor to your company in a similar role before rising quickly in the ranks. You kept him at arm's length, but also within arm's reach as it was still good to talk shop with—he was best engaged in small doses. Thankfully at that point in time you hear your number called. "Sorry, let me get my food." Dodging through the crowd you make your way to the counter, and she's waiting for you there, pushing your order towards you as you approach.

"Hold on, let me get my order number..." you find yourself fumbling in your pockets, but you are delightfully interrupted by her.

"No need, I know your order, you get the same thing every time!"

"Do I now? One day I'll mix it up for fun."

"Doesn't matter, I'll know." You can hear the smiley face in her voice.

"Cool, thanks a lot! Have a good one." You look for Joonho to quickly bid him goodbye, but he grabs you by the arm.

"Do you know her?"

"Who?"

"The cutie at the counter."

"Oh, no, I just come here a lot."

"Damn, I should come here more often." He releases you and goes towards her.

"Hey there, what's your name?" Joonho asks directly.

"It's Riina," she responds, taken aback at the random question.

"Nice to meet you Riina, I'm Joonho. Say, when do you get off?"

"What? Uhh we close at 4 pm."

"Great, I'll see you then," Joonho says smoothly before walking away, leaving Riina with a confused look. Joonho pats your shoulder as he leaves. "I'll be there when she gets off work, and then there'll be more getting off, eh? Well she'll be getting on me, but I'll be getting off, something like that."

"Fucker..." you mutter under your breath, yep, still an asshole, and a dumb one at that. You take your food and coffee and find a table, digging in slowly as you sought to extend your lunch hour as long as possible. When you finish you spot Riina standing at the counter unoccupied.

"Hey, Riina right?"

"Yes."

"I couldn't help but overhear earlier, about that Joonho guy?"

"Who?"

"The guy asking you what time you get off work?"

"Oh, him, what about him?"

"Yeah, I would stay away from him, he's not good news."

"Oh I can tell. I'm getting off early today anyways, so I won't be here, thanks though."

"Yeah of course, bye." It is only later that you realize you didn't even give her your name, oh well. Maybe you'll bring it up somehow tomorrow.

Lunch time tomorrow is not at all peaceful, as you come in to see Joonho shouting at Riina.

"What the fuck, you said you get off at 4 pm! I even moved a meeting for that!"

"No, I said we close at 4 pm. I got off early."

"That's not what I asked! I needed to know when you get off!"

"And I don't think you need that information, you fucking creep."

"Come on, don't be like that hmm? I just wanted to have some fun—" Joonho grabs her wrist, and you were ready to step in, but it turns out the pretty rose has the thorns to go with it. She twists out of his hold and grabs his wrist instead, pinning it to the counter. "Ow what the fuck!"

"Keep your hands to yourself!"

"Fuck, okay, let go, let go!" Joonho starts shoutng and swearing even more.

"What seems to be the problem?" The manager appears on the scene.

"Your employee just grabbed my wrist out of nowhere!"

"Nowhere? You grabbed my wrist first!" Riina shouts back, outraged.

"Let go Riina." Not too gently she complies with the manager's order. "Go home for today."

"But—"

"No buts, we'll discuss this tomorrow." Riina stomps off without a another word, leaving Joonho with a smug smirk on his face.

"My apologies, please have something from the menu, it is on the house."

"Is it now? Good, that's more like it." Joonho takes advantage of the manager's kindness, and gets the most expensive thing on the menu. He leaves arrogantly, and in his wake you had to speak up.

"Excuse me, I saw the whole thing, he grabbed your employee's wrist first."

"I know, but this is easier, otherwise he would come back and raise more fuss, the last thing we want is a distraction every day, bad for business."

"You're not getting rid of her are you?"

"Riina? God no, she's our best employee. She needed the break anyways." You can't bring yourself to disagree with him, so you merely nod and make your order. As you munch on your food again you see Riina stomping out from the back, through the food hall. You grab your half-eaten bulgogi burrito and rush up to her.

"Hey, sorry about that."

"It's not your fault, you're not that spineless wimp. Do you know him?"

"Kinda? He's an old classmate from college, he was also an asshole back then."

"Huh, figures."

"Yeah, sorry, I should have spoke up sooner, I told your manager what happened."

"Thanks, I guess? And enough with the sorry, I'm just going to enjoy the extra time off. I'll be back tomorrow anyways." She eyes the burrito. "You really did mix it up huh?"

"Hmm? Oh, yeah it was all so distracting, so I just ordered something random."

"Well, come back tomorrow and order your usual. I'll see you then."

"Good, it's a date then." You regret your words as soon as you said it, why did you say that?! Riina doesn't seem to notice, as she's already walking away and waving you good bye. But she’s smiling when she turns away.

Kinda cute, better than that asshole, that's for sure.

Next day you prepare a small note, writing your name and phone number on it. In the office you ponder over whether or not you should follow through and give it to her, and by the time you decide to do it you've missed the lunch hour. You breathe a sigh of relief when you see Riina still working the counter.

"You're late for the date," she chides you jokingly. "The usual?"

"Yeah, sorry, yes please, just the usual." As you hand her the credit card to swipe you place the note on it too, holding it on the underside. Riina feels the different texture, and she slips the paper into her pocket before finishing the payment. She gives you a piece of paper in return—your receipt.

"Your food will be out shortly." Her expression is neutral, and with your heart hammering you nod and walk away like a fool. She's not there when you go pick up your food, and you sigh as you see her busy at work—of course she hasn't had a chance to look at your note! You trudge back to your office on a dour note, and the day drags on. It drags on so long that you almost miss the buzz of your phone—a message from an unknown number. You almost delete it out of hand before remembering that you had given Riina the note earlier today, and hurriedly you open the message.

*Hey there :)*

*Hi, Rina right?*

*Riina. At least I won't misspell your name*

*How do you know I didn't misspell my own name?*

*Surely you're not that dumb, you know how to spell your name. Anyways, drop by the food hall at 5?*

*Isn't it closed at 4?*

*Yes, to outsiders, and then we have to clean and do the receipts and close up, come by at 5 and I'll let you in*

Thrilled you agree, and time couldn't flow any slower. You make an excuse to leave early, and although you are greeted by the dim interior of the already closed food hall, you knock on the glass door. Riina smiles as she walks towards you and lets you in.

"Hey."

"Hi, I'm almost done with closing up, do you want to get something to eat after?" You are surprised to say the least, and you readily agree to her forward request. The date goes well, and in front of her apartment Riina pulls you in by your tie and gives you a daring kiss. It starts off as a peck, then another, and before you know it she's grabbing your shirt, pulling you close. You reciprocate in kind, leaning into the kiss more urgently, an arm wrapped around her waist, oh how easy it would be to slip it under— What are you doing?

"Whoa." You step back, and Riina releases her hold on you.

"Too soon?" She asks, her face flushed. There is heat between the two of you.

"A little? Just surprised, about tonight, about everything, you know? I just gave you my number today and here we are—"

"Yeah, this is just for fun okay? I like you, but I don't know where this is going and I don't want to think about it. Can you do that?"

"Mmhmm," you pull her close this time, kissing her lips before moving sideways, along her cheek, gently capturing her earlobe. No thinking, you say the first thing that comes to mind. "Can I come up?"

A whine of frustration says otherwise. "Roommates— I mean, housemates, sorry. Next time." The heat dissipates.

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yes, see you for your usual."

"Great." Riina waves awkwardly. She squirms as you walk away, a need taking root, her rose drenched. She starts to make plans, ways to get her housemates out of the place... She's going to need to take a shower first.

You see her at work the next few days, and things are good, Riina greets you with wider smiles, even giving you a free cookie. You still run into Joonho occasionally who takes the opportunity to bug you, but he gives Riina a wide berth. That is, until his order was messed up.

"I asked for oat milk, not almond milk! That's like giving me a bag of milk instead of a cup of milk!" He slams the cup angrily on the counter, and some of it splashes into her.

"I-I'm sorry sir, I'll remake your order right away."

"And I want that deluxe bulgogi sandwich, on the house! Get me your manager!" Joonho demands.

"I umm..." Riina looks for the manager. You hurriedly put a hand around Joonho's shoulder.

"Yo man chill, it's just a coffee eh? Come on, I'll get you the right coffee and the sandwich eh, how about that?" Delighted at more free food, he immediately forgets that he was angry?

"Hey I'll take you up on that, thanks!"

"Sweet, can I get two coffees with oat milk, and that bulgogi sandwich?" you ask Riina quietly, your eyes asking her the question you can't voice right now.

"Umm yes, of course sir, so sorry, it'll be right out."

"Great, thanks!" You hand her your card. "Hold on to it for me." You quickly drag Joonho away before he could raise more of a fuss. You allow yourself to endure him ranting about the difference between oat and almond milk, all while thinking that it's nuts. You heart twinges as you see the smile disappear from Riina's face, even when you go pickup your food. By the time Joonho thanks you for the treat and lets you go, she's disappeared into the back, so you settle for texting her in the office.

*You okay?*

*Yeah, thanks for helping out there, I'll pay you back!*

*No no it's okay, it's worth it*

*I'm closing tonight, come by later?*

*I can only get out at 6, is that fine?*

*Sure, I'll be there*

You nervously wait for 6 pm, and you're glad to see her when she lets you into the deserted food hall and seats you at a table.

"I'm quitting," Riina says bluntly as she sits down opposite you, and your heart drops.

"What? Why? That was such a minor error!"

"Yeah but I can't be bothered to deal with that anymore, done dealing with assholes."

"I... I understand, that's too bad. I'll umm, miss you."

"Oh, we're not seeing each other anymore?" Riina teases. "I wouldn't mind seeing more of you... Speaking of which, let's continue where we left off." She traces a finger on your hand.

"Where we... here?"

"Yes, just sit there, pretend you're eating lunch and drinking coffee." With that you watch Riina disappear under the table. You look down as she fumbles with your pants, and she looks expectantly at you when they are undone. You get up slightly, and in a moment your pants and then your boxers are lowered. You're a little embarrassed, but very turned on as Riina grips your shaft firmly. All thoughts of your usual meal is wiped away as she makes a meal of your cock, taking you into her mouth. She starts off tentatively, licking your tip and some of your shaft, but when she hears your stifled moan vibrating through your cock she becomes more daring, sucking on it and going deeper on you.

Anyone looking in would be wondering why someone is just sitting at the food hall after hours, so you try to maintain a neutral expression, to appear perfectly normal to anyone that might walk by. It gets harder by the second as the pleasure builds, and Riina seems to notice your throbbing, going faster now. Thankfully no one walks by, no one kills the mood, and so it continues, your hands forming fists on the table.

"Fuck Riina, gonna cum!" you rasp. You feel Riina murmur "Mmhmm" around your cock, and you only try to hold on a little longer. She takes you extra deep into her throat, and at that moment you burst. Your thighs flex and twitch, and a hand smacks the table not too quietly as you pour nut milk straight into Riina's mouth. When you finally finish you relax and half slump over the table, your hands barely working to do your pants up underneath.

"How was that?" Riina asks, smacking her lips delectably. "I hope there's more where that came from."

"Maybe I should—" you try to duck underneath the table yourself, but she stops you hurriedly.

"No, there's surveillance cameras here!"

"And you just blew me!"

"T-That's different!"

"Fine, let's go back to your place then." You grab her by the arm, but she doesn't move.

"No, housemates." Fuck, that's right. "Can we go to your place?"

"It's far, like almost an hour out." The need to be satisfied now weighed against her need to be satisfied thoroughly, and in the end the latter won out.

"Let's go then."

It was almost cute how Riina held your hand while the two of you sat in the taxi—if only it wasn't so damn painful as she squeezes you over and over.

"You okay?" you ask, worried that she wasn't feeling up for it.

"Hm? Yeah yeah," she dismisses you, choosing to look out the window instead. When you arrive you stop her before entering your apartment building.

"You seem really nervous, we don't have to do anything tonight if you're having second thoughts."

"What? Don't back out of this now!" Riina half shouts.

"You were squeezing my hand so hard on the ride over—" she take your hand and yanks it down, placing it between her legs. Just that touch alone is enough to make her hiss in pleasure—she's drenched.

"I need you so bad right now, I was this close to jumping you on the taxi!" At her frank admission you kiss her fiercely, and without thinking she jumps into your arms, wrapping her legs around you. Just like that you carry her into the elevator and then your apartment.

"Water?"

"What? No, I'm good."

"Have some water, sit down please," you command Riina, and she blushes when she realizes what you wanted to do. When you duck under the table you see she is more than ready to help you, her legs already spread, the button on her jeans already undone. You pull her jeans off her legs, and you could sense the heat coming from between her thighs. The panties she wore slide off her legs quickly after, and you pull the chair closer to you, trapping her between the table and the chair. She half slumps on the chair as you reach around and pull her hips to you for better access. Time to go to work.

"Mmm!" Riina's hand jerks and narrowly misses knocking the cup of water over as your press your tongue against her slit, coaxing her flower to bloom. Up and down you swipe your tongue, and Riina slides up and down on the chair, trying to feel more of you. Her whines and whimpers are heavenly as you find her bean, gently French pressing it with your lips and tongue, grinding the juices out of her. You run your hands up and down her thighs, and Riina's sinking down the chair, trying to push more of her into your face. Riina's toned thighs close around your head, an orgasm brewing quickly within her. She knocks the cup over, the water spilling from it and leaking down the table—your hair gets wet, which makes it easier for Riina to grip as she twists her fingers in them. She wants you to stop, she wants to cum on your cock, but her body has other ideas, and her hand shoves your face deeper into her.

"I, I— Ahh!" With a sharp yelp Riina orgasms hard, the built up tension from giving you a blowjob earlier finally released. Your head shakes as hard as she does, her thighs twisting and twitching against the sides of your head. You give her pussy slow licks to bring her down, her pink rose dewy and trembling—you had to have more. She lets out something between a cough and a moan as you do a French press and then a French kiss between her legs. A smack on your head stops you from making out with her pussy. You bang your head as you forget about the table above you, and Riina laughs tiredly.

"I almost did that earlier, but enough, I want more."

"I was going to, but you pushed me away."

"You know what I mean." Riina stands up and pulls your shirt open—she likes what she sees and rips it off completely. Her legs are wrapped around you once more, and your hands squeeze her ass as you carry her to the bedroom. It is feral the way she tears off the rest of her clothes before she jumps your pants, looking to strip you naked as quickly as possible. You overpower her, but Riina is the one in control as her legs hook around your thighs, making sure you don't stray too far.

"C-Condom!" You gasp as your shaft rests on her mons, but Riina's already grabbing and aiming for you.

"You're clean right?"

"Yes."

"Same, what are we waiting for." It's too late to turn back as your tip presses and pushes through her lips. Riina holds her breath as you oh-so-slowly fill her. "Fuck, don't tease me!"

"I— I'm not, you're so tight..." She helps and hinders you with that, her legs pushing you into her even as her pussy tightens around you further. You close your eyes to steady yourself, not wanting to give in to the intense pressure around your shaft. The sight you see when you open eyes doesn't help—Riina's tight body is below you, one hand on a perky breast, another hand on her belly, as if feeling how deep you're in her. And she's smirking.

"That good huh?"

"Yeah, fucking amazing," you admit. "You?"

"Even better."

"Doesn't seem like it." You lean down on top of her, and she wraps her arms around your neck as she whispers.

"Only because you're not moving yet, I'm barely holding it together."

What about now? That was what you wanted to ask Riina, but the answer is self-evident as she has to muffle a moan into your shoulder when you start grinding into her. All too quickly she's falling apart beneath you, like a bean that's slowly crushed by pleasure, threatening to burst. She allows you to prick her with your prick again and again, squirming against you, yearning for more friction. You draw circles with your hips and it makes your tip stir vigorously inside her, her clit stimulated after every revolution. Riina's gasping as she does a pourover on your shaft, but you needed more to finish making the drink. Your hands find her taut midriff, and you hold her still as you begin fucking her, replacing the grinding with some good old-fashioned pounding.

"Oh fuck that's even better, don't stop, don't stop!" You are as big as she is tight, and her body rolls in pleasure. You time your thrusts to hit her sweet spot, rendering Riina speechless. She's clenching around you randomly, and you watch her flat tummy flex and twitch. Your own endurance frays, and you slow your thrusts, much to Riina's annoyance.

"Don't, keep going! I'm going to cum so hard!"

"Fuck, me too!" You plan to pull out, but you needed to get her off first. You lean back down, capturing a breast as you start pounding her once more. You rock her body with each slam, and your teeth graze her nipple over and over. With one particularly deep thump you crush Riina's bean of pleasure completely, and she explodes.

"Oh fuck..." The explosion is nothing more than a mere whisper, but you feel her detonate around you, her walls suddenly milking you with desperate need. Riina's body is rigid, every muscle is tense, including the ones contracting around you. She relaxes for a brief moment, for one wispy breath, and then—

"Hnngh god!" She seizes up again, firmly gripping your cock once more. Each contraction tugs on you, stretching your endurance just a little too far. Fuck, you are right there.

"Riina—" You try to get her attention when she relaxes, but she's still in the throes of powerful ecstasy.

"Mmm yes!" Her walls slam against your shaft once more, and you are too far gone. You kiss her, and Riina moans and shouts into the kiss as you fill her up with creamy seed. Her pussy reacts to the sudden warmth, milking you rather than trying to crush your shaft, extending your orgasm. Mindlessly you return to grinding against her, squeezing every drop into her—Riina moans when she feels the hot liquid overflow, seeping out from the connection, and when you slip out a rush of it spills on to the sheets.

You collapse on Riina's limp form, your orgasms sapping any strength either of you had. You gently suck on her neck, and you feel Riina's lips on your skin too. Your arms wrap around one another, hugging each other tight as the high wears off.

"Fuck, I'm sorry..." you mutter.

"For what? That was amazing."

"I came in you, I didn't pull out in time."

"I... It's okay I think, I'll grab something for it in the morning." Riina says, albeit with some worry. You hold her close and cuddle her.

"I'll go with you, you can stay the night if you want." Surprisingly she blushes, and she gently pushes you away.

"No, I don't think I'm quite ready for that yet. I can get it tomorrow myself."

"Oh umm, okay, are you sure?" you ask, fearing that the whole night was a mistake.

"Yes, sure. Do you mind if I use your shower?" You give her a tower, and Riina excuses herself to the bathroom to clean up. You are clothed again by the time she exits the shower, and you walk her down.

"Riina I—"

"I'll be fine, I'm just not ready for, you know, staying the night."

"No, yeah I get it, things moved a little fast."

"I'll see you tomorrow."

"Aren't you quitting?"

"No, I kinda want to see more of you, you know? I'll see you for your usual." You can't help but smile as Riina gets in the taxi and disappears.

Since that night you look forward to lunch every day now, and Joonho pesters you about your hickeys while festering about those on Riina that you can't help but leave on her—somehow he never makes the connection. You drop by one evening, when you know Riina's the only one closing up for the day.

"Hey there cutie. Say, when do you get off?" You ask her in your smarmiest tone.

"God you are terrible at flirting." She winks and pulls you close. "That depends, how fast can you carry me to the storeroom?"

Time for more grinding.

A/N: For those of you who don’t know, H1-Key’s Rose Blossom is the song the title refers to, the Korean title is the name of the song, go check it out. It went a little viral in Korea because it was one of the rare songs with no English in it. Anyways Riina immediately caught my eye, she’s cute with the short haircut but has an amazing figure midriff and thighs, so I always wanted to write her eventually. And when I took the title literally it worked out into this idea. She’s also in Queendom Puzzle so do check that out!

Finally another story too, I recognize that I’ve been taking longer between stories, and the quality may be more inconsistent because of it. Writing is a hobby that requires my brain to be on, and lately I’ve been gravitating to just playing games because I can turn my brain off. As a result the frequency suffers and the quality may not be as good, because I may forget writing themes and points I had used earlier in the story. It is what it is at this point. I still have ideas and random BFH ideas that spring to mind, but it’s just gonna take longer to post them. I might post a Yubin quickie because there is a particular outfit that is living rent-free in my head, but yeah, general output is gonna be closer to the 2 a month for the past few months rather than the near 1 a week from before.

As always, thanks for reading!

#smut #riina #h1-key

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borathae · 2 years

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“Having to watch Jungkook chat with his ex the entire day has left you with a nasty itch of jealousy. There was only one way to get rid of it again. You have to show him that he was yours and only yours.”

Pairing: CEO!Jungkook x f.Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, Smut

Warnings: sub!Jungkook, slight hard Dom!Reader, mommy kink, jealousy sex, rough pegging, sex against a wall, multiple positions, multiple orgasms (m.receiving), use of multiple dildos cause he deserves it, prostate milking, ass spanking, face slapping, choking, reverse strength kink, dirty talk, Kook is trying to stay quiet but she isn’t having it, also he wears one of her jumpers & looks really cute in it, possessiveness, loving aftercare & communication

Wordcount: 4.2k

a/n: I wrote this lil story within two hours hahahah I was completely feral for the idea of Koo wearing her hoodie and trying to muffle his noises with his sweaterpaws while she is trying to make him be loud. Also, I am saying this once again, just as I say about every pegging drabble I write for this couple, this is my fave omfg it’s so hot hafdshf 🥵💗

You were never a jealous person, neither an over-possessive one. That changed when you met Jungkook. Now you find yourself eyeing certain girls with jealous eyes and every now and then you catch yourself draping a protective arm around his waist. Your therapist says that a certain level of possessiveness was normal, as long as you don’t let it consume you.

Well, it has consumed you. It has eaten you whole and swallowed you without chewing. You are in its dark belly with no way to escape.

It wasn’t like this yesterday. It started today and there was one simple reason for it.

The company Jungkook and you spent your day with.

It was quite the long story on how you got into the situation where you currently find yourself in. Jungkook called it a "leisurely millionaire meet-up". Basically it was a small clique of rich couples all around the age of you and Jungkook. Jiwoo and Yoongi were here. Kim Seokjin and his wife were here. His brothers were here too. Kim Namjoon with his new wife. And Kim Taehyung with his wife. Yes, that wife. The woman who broke up with Jungkook years ago and who he calls Noona. There were three other couples too, but those weren’t of importance in this story.

Fact was however, that Yoongi and Jiwoo invited all of you to a nice weekend in their countryside mansion and you had to spend the entire day watching Jungkook chat with that woman (he chatted with other people too, but again, they weren’t important right now).

And it leaves you literally choking on jealousy.

"Fucking take it", you growl into his ear, slamming your hips into him.

Jungkook whimpers, clasping your shoulders with his nimble fingers while his body is trembling out of control. He can barely handle the fuck and yet he knows that complaining is fruitless right now. You were hellbound on ruining his taste for any other person ever.

"Yeah, fucking whimper for me, Bunny. Fucking whimper", you order, drilling your thick strap into him with such force that he can’t help but do.

Jungkook is panting, slipping, grasping you for dear life. He has no idea why you fuck him that hard, but he is not going to complain. He wanted you ever since he set foot into this mansion.

It is way into the night by now. The house is sleeping, but not you and your boyfriend. You are awake, fucking against the wall and trying not to wake the others. At least that is what Jungkook was trying to do. You were very much trying to force sounds out of him.

That is also why you picked out the wall you are currently fucking him against. You want his sounds to soak through its plaster and enter the room next door, because right behind that wall that woman was slumbering with her husband. And you wanted her to hear who fucks Jungkook so good.

"Ah", he lets out, throwing his hand over his mouth to muffle himself. His teary eyes lock with yours, his knees buckle when he sees just how crazy you look right now.

"Why are you muffling yourself? Put that hand away, will you?" you almost barked the order, punishing his gaping hole with harsh thrusts.

Jungkook squeezes his own face, eyes widening in surprise before his eyelids flutter in bliss.

"I said. Put. It. Away", you growl, stepping closer just to fuck him deeper.

You have one of his legs in a tight grasp, forcing it to wrap itself around your hips. His other leg was shaking in both pleasure and exhaustion. His back was grinding against the wall, his ass hit it in rhythmic thuds each time you thrust into him.

The position is tiring for both of you and yet you fucking love it. You love it because Jungkook looks so fucking submissive in it.

Your sweet man, shaking and trembling as you show him just how much you own him.

Jungkook grasps the back of your neck with both hands, his nails dig into your skin but you barely feel it. All you feel is Jungkook’s burning up body trembling in your hold.

"Mommy", he chokes out and gives you the cutest face of devastation ever, "please slow d-down."

"Slow down?" you laugh in judgement, "why? Can’t fucking stay quiet mhm?"

Jungkook nods his head vigorously.

"Good", you growl and make his hole swallow your big cock.

Jungkook opens his mouth and makes a sound. He holds back, you know that he does. The sweet bunny still wants to be respectful, he still wants to be secretive. Not with you.

"Louder", you order, wrapping your hand around his throat to squeeze down on his veins.

"Holy fuck, mommy", Jungkook croaks, grasping your hand with his shaky fingers. He doesn’t tug it away, but he still fucking loves to pretend that he is fighting you off. It makes you squeeze down just that much harder and makes his head feel just that much dizzier.

You squeeze down, fuck him hard, force his body to hit the wall. Jungkook moans, gasps then bites down on his lower lip.

"Stop holding back", you carry anger in your voice. The kind of anger which makes Jungkook little sex brain scramble even more. He seriously has no idea what he did to get you into this state today, but holy fuck he feels fucking eternal because of it. He knew that something was in the air the moment you and him went to your room for the night. You had that aura surrounding you. The kind of aura you sometimes get when you are ready to fight the world for him. You jokingly call it your past shining through, Jungkook secretly calls it his biggest damnation. It continued when you pushed him against the bedroom door, looked him straight in the eyes and told him "I want you fucking cleaned out and plugged up, no questions asked."

Jungkook obeyed, no questions asked. And twenty minutes later he had you playing with his ass until he could barely handle it. Another twenty minutes later and he was on your strap, taking it right against the wall and with only half of his clothes off. His hoodie he still had on. It wasn’t actually his hoodie, but one of yours. Oversized even on him, pink and incredibly soft. You brought it with you as your sleeping dress, but then gave it to Jungkook when he got cold during dinner. Jungkook had it off once, but you ordered him to put it back on, no questions asked. And so Jungkook did, no questions asked.

Truth was, you fucking love seeing him in your hoodie. He looks fucking incredible in it. Like a collar marks a dog or ear tags brand cattle, your hoodie labels Jungkook as yours. And that's what he was. Yours. He was fucking yours.

"Please mommy please", Jungkook squeaks out, eyes squeezed shut.

"Please what?" you taunt, tilting his head back just so you can watch how his throat moves under your hand.

"S-slow please."

"No, that’s what you deserve tonight. You don’t deserve a slow fuck."

"But w-why?" Jungkook is so close to sobbing because being quiet is so incredibly difficult. He just wants to scream. At home he could. If you and him were at home right now, Jungkook would turn his throat sore from all the screaming he would do. You feel so fucking good. Your hand around his throat, your strong hold, your strap up his sensitive ass, your hot breath on his skin. Everything feels so good and he just wants to scream.

"Why?" you squeeze down harder, "I told you. No questions asked."

Jungkook sobs, twisting your hair in desperation.

"I don’t get it, I don’t get it, I don’t- ah."

"Yes Bunny yes, moan for me. Do it again. Do it", you order and drill it right out of him with punishing thrusts.

Not for long. Two moans he allows to slip past his lips and then his hand falls over his mouth again. He muffles his moan in his sweater paw, looking beyond adorable doing it, but this also goes against what you want tonight.

You abandon his throat just to rip his hand away instead.

"Hands. Off", you bark, making Jungkook look genuinely flabbergasted for a quick second, "now fucking reach down there and jerk off your pretty cock. Do it now."

"But Mommy that, that will m-make me cum", Jungkook whines, trembling uncontrollably.

"I know", you say and give him a smile so maniac Jungkook finds himself gulping in nervousness, "oh I fucking know. I want you to. You perfect, little babyboy are supposed to cum for me."

"Okay Mommy", he whispers, voice quivering in the good kind of fear. With shaking fingers Jungkook reaches down and wraps his fingers around his throbbing cock. The touch burns like fire, making the task of staying quiet almost impossible.

"Mommy", he whines, grinding his teeth and tilting his head back.

Your eyes flit between his face and his cock. Your grip around his thigh tightens. Your thrusts become faster.

"More. Faster."

Jungkook obeys with a whimper of your name. His cock has been leaking milky goodness ever since you began pounding him against the wall. It is now covering his fingers and parts of your hoodie sleeve.

"Mommy please", he croaks and squeaks.

"Take it. Fucking take it", you growl, stepping closer so your lips would brush his', "let me taste your fucking moans, Bunny."

"Mommy, I’m cumming", Jungkook mewls, shedding tears of utter desperation.

"Then do it, don’t tell me, just do it", you rasp, voice dark in both arousal and crazed anger.

And Jungkook breaks. He fucking breaks in your hold as if his body has been made solely to orgasm for you. His cock shoots his cum up his stomach, ruining your hoodie. His hole pulsates and convulses around your strap, his knees are buckling. And yet he stays quiet. His mouth is agape, but he stays quiet. This disobedient boy stays silent. And it infuriates you. It drives you fucking mad.

And so you sweep him off his feet once his high has died down. Jungkook is too far gone to really register what was happening until he is back down on the mattress and has you on top of him with his legs spread out and thrown right over your shoulders. Yes, you truly have no fucking mercy in you, just as you spread new lube on your strap and stuffed his hole with it as well, you thrust into him again. No break, just instant bottoming out and then harsh, punishing thrusts.

"Ah!"

Just one loud sound he lets out and then he throws his hands over his face. He sobs right into his sweater paws, cursing his ass for being so goddamn fucking sensitive. If it wasn’t that sensitive, if he wasn’t that into getting fucked, staying quiet would be easier too.

"Can you feel that? Can you feel how I'm fucking you open again?" you taunt, digging your nails into his thighs just as you dig your cock into his greedy ass. Deep and without mercy. Jungkook will not only carry your nail marks all over his legs for the days to come but he will have a hard time sitting as well.

Good.

You want him sore and marked up. He is yours and he shouldn’t fucking forget ever again.

"Yeah you feel it and you fucking love it, don’t you?" you pant, watching his cum covered cock leak and throb. He is still so fucking hard. Of course he is, because you fuck him. You make him feel that fucking good.

"Love it, I love it", his voice is muffled by your hoodie.

"Speak up", you spit and grab his hands just to pin them above his head.

Like this his legs bend more, getting pressed into his chest. Like this your cock is stretching him out in a completely new angle and Jungkook is reminded just how fucking big you actually are.

"I love it. Mommy is so big", he pants and sobs softly.

"Yeah? I'm big?" you laugh, it sounds crazy again, "I know I am. It’s what my Bunny deserves. You deserve only the biggest and girthiest and longest cock tonight", you growl, showing him just how he deserves it with skillful movements.

Jungkook squirms, gasping for fucking air. His fingers lock with each other automatically. His back arches, forcing his legs to slip further over your shoulders and for your strap to go deeper.

"Oh", his eyes widen, "deep."

"There we go. Yes", you encourage him by grabbing his hips and pinning them down in the current situation.

"Please, please, please slow. Please", Jungkook begs fruitlessly.

You just speed up more, give him harder thrusts, make his legs tremble and his body squirm in electrifying pleasure.

"Ah! Oh no", he covers his burning up face again, "nononono please Mommy, please I wanna make sounds."

"Then do. Make sounds", you order, soaking up his desperation like a hungry succubus. It fucking fuels you.

"No, I can’t. I can’t", Jungkook stutters, rubbing his sweater paws over his face in desperation.

"Why not? It’s what Mommy fucking wants."

"The others, please I'm gonna wake them."

"Oh I know."

"What?" Jungkook looks at you with soul crushing shock in his teary eyes. You want him to wake them?

Your lips curl into a menacing smile, your eyes darken dangerously.

Holy fuck, you do. Jungkook feels like passing out at the realisation.

"Wake the others", your voice doesn’t even sound human by now.

And Jungkook finds himself crying.

"Mommy please", he begs, squirming on your strap while hiding his face behind his hands again.

You act quickly. You pin them above his head and land a sharp slap on his cheek. Then you grab him by his chin, pinning him down with a strong grip. Jungkook looks completely out of it for a good second before peeling his eyes open to stare at you in utter surprise.

"Stop covering your face. I wanna hear you", you whisper the words, but Jungkook could taste the danger in them.

His cheek was burning, his eyes were burning too. Quite frankly every fibre of his body was burning. You are seriously making him feel as if he was on fire.

"Mommy slapped me", he squeaks out.

"Yes bunnybaby, it’s what you deserve for disobeying me", you whisper, giving his chin a warning squeeze.

Jungkook's lower lip trembles.

"I'm cumming again", he presses out and then sobs.

"Well then do it, will you?" you order and slap his face again.

Jungkook needed it. Wanted it. Craved it. He feels the burn everywhere. Every fibre of his being is finally going up in scorching flames. And he moans. He finally fucking moans because he seriously couldn’t hold back anymore. The type of fuck you are giving him and the type of orgasm which results because of it? It is the type of fuck which makes moaning his last resort at staying human.

You let him tremble until he got rid of his last shake and then you pull out of him. You drop his legs and grab his face by his chin, forcing his eyes to open. Your grip is softer than before, filled with love.

"Colour?"

"Green", Jungkook can barely keep his eyes open, breathing heavily, but the word was as clear as day.

"Good, cause I'm not fucking done with you", you spit and then lift his limp body.

You shift and force and push it into the position you want it in. Hands on the edge of the headboard, knees hips wide apart and back arched. Like this his round bubble butt is on perfect display, currently leaking lube and looking oh so empty. You change straps for the next round. You’re monitoring his body enough to know he needed a smaller strap. Smaller, but all the more veiny.

"Look at you", you spank his ass harshly.

Jungkook gasps and arches his back. The spank was loud, you made it sound that way on purpose. Now that you were closer to the walls again, you wanted the fucking to be as loud as possible.

"Fucking perfect", you praise and then feed his pink hole your veiny strap.

"Hmpf", Jungkook huffs out air, clearly trying to stay quiet again.

"Louder, show me how well I feed you", you order and spank his ass.

"Ah-ah", Jungkook lets out shyly. He seriously looks so fucking cute right now. With your pink hoodie hugging his torso and his hands covered in his sweater paws. His thighs were oh so tense, reddened from arousal and covered in your marks. And his ass. Seriously, you are obsessed with how it looks in this position. Round and so perfectly toned, skin red and pink and greedy hole stretching all around your veiny shaft.

"Fuck Bunny, you are made to take my strap doggy", you say, "you hear me? You’re fucking made for it."

“Made for it…” Jungkook answers you by moaning softly. You want more. You put more strength into your thrusts, forcing his sensitive rim to grind against the thick veins and for his legs to shake.

Jungkook drops his head, almost breaking the wood with his fingernails.

"Ah, ah, oh god, ah", his voice is still quiet, but at least he isn’t holding back anymore.

"There we go, moan for me. Fucking moan for me", you encourage him, giving him a spank as a reward.

Jungkook gasps and flinches, burying his face in the pillows. His hands stay grasping the edge of the headboard.

"You look so fucking good like this. Do I fuck you well, Bunny?"

"Yes, so good. Yes", he mewls.

"I can fuck you even better", you growl and then finally put vigour into your thrusts. This is it. The harsh, rough, merciless fuck of before. It makes Jungkook scream into the pillow because you have brought his body into a state of such sensitivity that he has to scream. It also makes the headboard hit the wall repeatedly and it leaves you feeling fucking high.

"Yes Jungkook, yes. Holy fuck yes", you moan, making the thumping off the bed sound oh so loud. That’s right. That’s how it sounds when you fuck your Jungkookie. That's how he gets treated by you. That’s it.

"Hear it, fucking hear it", you pant, throwing your head back, "fucking hear it."

"He-hear w-what?" Jungkook stutters, barely keeping the position.

"How I fuck you", you answer him and then reach for his cock.

"Holy f-" Jungkook bites the pillows, fingers slipping from the headboard to hit it instead. Nothing else could help right now. He wants to fucking burst. He is aware that you changed straps and his rim is so fucking sensitive from all the fucking you have been doing that he is pretty sure that he can actually cum just from that. He has no idea if such an orgasm was even possible, but he knew that he was dangerously close to one.

He grunts into the pillow, wheezes for air through his nose, grunts and moans and grunts again.

"Wanna cum for me again?"

He nods his head.

"Then say my fucking name."

Jungkook lets go of the pillow and turns his head to the side.

"___", he forces out.

"Yes, oh Bunny", you tremble, "now fucking scream it", you bark and strike him right across his ass.

And Jungkook does. Despite all the effort to stay quiet, he fucking screams your name as his orgasm washes over him. And you climax right with him. Just from the thought of being Jungkook's and Jungkook being yours was enough to make you crumble.

Your hips stutter, you wheeze for air. Jungkook drops, forcing your strap to slip free.

"Fuck", you press out.

"Yeah", Jungkook whispers, feeling entirely numb but oh so happy.

"How are you doing?"

"Completely fucked. Holy fuck, that was incredible. Thank you so much", he lulls.

"Fuck, Bunny…"

You feel your body draw closer to him. You just want to hold him, hug him, kiss him. And you do. You flip him over and scoop him up in your arms, littering his face with your kisses and making him giggle in the process.

"Mommy, that feels so good."

"Oh my sweet Bunny, my sweet Kookie, my Jungkookie", you press out and close your eyes. You force him closer with a hand on the back of his head, inhaling his scent shakily.

Jungkook opens his eyes. He opens them because he felt the distinct burn of tears hitting his face and he was correct.

"___, are you crying?" he gasps.

"I guess", you say, laughing painfully.

"Why? What's wrong? Is this domdrop?"

You shake your head but shrug your shoulders.

"I don’t know", you press out, sniffling as you draw closer to rest your lips against his temple, "I'm just, fuck."

"You weren’t too rough. Please don’t feel guilty. I honestly loved everything you did."

"Good, that's good", you say, taking deep breaths afterwards, "holy fuck Kook, I’m seriously...fuck."

You hug him to your chest, making sure that he stays. And Jungkook stays. He sits up and wraps his arms around you as well. So now you are sitting on bed, hugging and holding the other close and it feels healing to experience.

You weren’t a jealous person, neither a possessive one, so having felt so consumed by such emotions for hours has left you oh so entirely drained. Especially now when you have fucked him the way you wanted to fuck him, especially now when you and him are so fulfilled by your high, you realise just how emotionally exhausted all the jealousy has gotten you.

"Jungkook, I have to talk to you."

"Okay, talk to me."

You keep hugging as you talk.

"I didn’t just fuck you like that because I was horny."

"I kinda got the feeling that there was more behind it. Did I anger you?"

"No my love, you didn’t", you give him a reassuring squeeze, "Jungkook I...I'm-" you have to take a deep breath "I was really jealous today."

"Jealous?" Jungkook gasps, lifting his head, "jealous of what?"

"Of, you know", you point at the wall.

"The wall? Oh no wait, sex dumb moment."

He makes you chuckle.

"You mean her?" he whispers the question, widening his eyes in surprise.

You nod your head, lowering it in shame afterwards.

"Why?" he asks the question to understand you better, not to question your feelings.

"I don’t know. It’s just weird to hang out with them. And then you chatted with her and laughed and all I could imagine was you talking about how awesome your past together was and you wanting it back and shit."

"No, ___, no. We didn’t talk about that at all. The only thing we talked about as far as our past is concerned is just how happy we both are that it turned out the way it is right now. With you and I together and her and Taehyung."

"Okay, that feels good to hear", you say and sigh, "and I guess you calling her noona kinda makes me jealous too."

"Oh ___, please don’t be. I love you so, so much and not for a second I thought of her in a romantic light when I said that name. I'm calling Seokjin hyung's wife noona too and it's the same with her. It’s just because she's older than me and I want to be polite."

"Yes? Really?"

"Yes of course", he goes and smooches your cheek, "you're the only one for me."

"That's really nice to hear. Fuck", you laugh, drying your tears quickly, "I feel like an idiot. I was never that cray cray before."

"It's alright. I hope you don’t feel jealous anymore, because I really don’t want to make you feel that way", he says, petting your cheek lovingly.

"No, just a little embarrassed."

"Don't be. Honestly you can jealous fuck me more often if it’s gonna be like it was tonight."

You laugh, cupping his cheek.

"Okay, I will”, a short moment of contemplation, “that’s not your invitation to go around and purposefully make me jealous though."

He shakes his head vigorously, "of course not. I'd never do that to you."

You smile, caressing his cheek.

"I love you Jungkook."

"I love you too ___."

"Thank you for listening to me."

"Thank you for communicating."

You and him exchange a loving kiss.

“You look so cute in my hoodie by the way, I wanna eat you whole”, you whisper against his lips, making him smile.

“Thank you, I feel really cute in it.”

“You are”, you say, kissing his lips, “you fucking are”, another kiss, “fuck Kook, I seriously”, a long kiss, “fuck.”

“Mhm yeah”, he agrees, knowing exactly what you want to tell him.

You brush his hair out his face, keeping your forehead pressed against his’.

"Should we take a bath together now?" you ask him, "I feel like I've made such a mess of you."

"You did", he grins, "I loved it", then he scoots closer and sits down on your lap.

"What are you doing?" you chuckle.

"Carry me, my legs are jello."

"Kook seriously", you laugh, "I'm strong, but right now my limbs are noodles. I can’t lift you again."

"Please, please, please", Jungkook whines, nuzzling into you so cutely that you can’t help but laugh even louder. And Jungkook giggles right with you.

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thrawns-babygirl · 1 year

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would you be comfortable writing pegging for crosshair? if so, uh 😳 something femdom like in your collared fic

if not, feel free to ignore. have a wonderful day!

Hey so uh I'm really sorry that this took so long. I have had a lot going on irl atm and tried my hardest to get this out for you within a reasonable timeframe.

Crosshair calls reader sir in this and i consider that entirely gender neutral because like, the clones call Ahsoka sir in the show so im still considering this femdom but its still relatively gender neutral despite the fact that it's afab reader.

Rating: E (18+) Warnings: Pegging, sub!cross, pet names, cross calls reader 'sir' Word Count: 2000+

Masterlist

(I apologies in advance for the quality of this one I have never pegged anyone irl or written pegging before so like..... sorry lmao)

There was a single word in the entirety of Galactic Standard Basic for what Crosshair was being today.

A fucking menace.

He has been snarky, rude, mean, downright unbearable all day. He turned the scathing remarks up to eleven, he was being entirely insufferable. The rest of his squad had absolutely zero idea what came over him so when you turn around in medbay to see the entirety of Clone Force 99 standing there sans Crosshair you knew they were there with a single request.

Control your man.

You let out a sigh as Hunter explains he’s at the shooting range at the moment, blowing off some steam with direct orders not to return to the barracks unless he’s lost his maker forsaken attitude and to probably expect him in your quarters after you finish your shift.

While you and Crosshair had never exactly made an announcement or made anything official, the rest of the Batch weren’t oblivious to the fact the two of you had a relationship of sorts. Him disappearing all night and coming back to the barracks the next day with marks and bites on his neck that mirrored yours was a pretty big hint. They all agreed not to push him about it, he would talk about it in his own time, and they had never brought it up to you. Until now that is.

“I don’t know what you expect me to do about his behaviour, you know as well as I do that when he’s in one of his moods only he can get himself out of it” you sign off a report, marking a group of cadets as medically fit for battle before turning to face the men in front of you.

“Nah you mellow him out big time” Wrecker states as if it was the most obvious thing in the galaxy. You simply raise an eyebrow at the large man before turning to the others. They simply nod in agreement before Hunter speaks up again; “Look we don’t care what’s going on but he’s being an absolutely insufferable di’kut today, and I know it’s not your job to settle him down, but if you could, I don’t know, do something to help calm him down before he comes back to the barracks we would appreciate it” he’s rubbing his temples. Damn, maybe he has been worse than usual.

“He means sex!” Wrecker belts out. Earning a chiding “Don’t be so crass Wrecker” from Tech before he also looks at you “he is correct though” he adjusts his goggles, somewhat uncomfortable with the topic of conversation. You sign off on the rest of your reports before logging off your terminal for the day before gathering your things, looking up at the batch you let out a sigh, “I’ll do what I can but I have no promises that I’ll be able to do anything about him” you power down your terminal and move towards the door to your office, Hunter opening it and ushering his brothers through before throwing a thankful look in your direction and following his squad back towards their barracks.

Its two hours later that there is an alert at your door signalling that you have a visitor. You make your way over to the entrance to your modest quarters, lights turned low, clad in only a thin robe as your door slides open revealing Crosshair, still in his armour, 773 Firepuncher resting against his hip as he taps his foot impatiently against the floor before barging past you into your room.

“Well hello to you too Crosshair” you close the door and turn to face him, watching as he leans his precious rifle against the wall of your room and begins shedding his armour, dropping the hard plastoid haphazardly to the ground before he’s standing before you in just his blacks. “Single braincell sharing di’kuts locked me out of the barracks” he huffs before removing his boots and laying back on your bed.

You chuckle at that, if there was one thing Crosshair could do, it was be very creative with insults. Usually however they were being thrown at the regs, not his own squad. “Well from what I’ve heard you’ve been a little abrasive today Cross” you smile at him, sitting down on the bed next to his stretched-out form, running a hand along his clothed thigh as he relaxes against your pillows, arms folded behind his head as his eyes track the movement of your hand against him. He just huffs, not bothering to deny it.

“Wanna talk about it?” you move fully onto the bed now, kneeling between his legs as your hands continue to soothe circles into the tense muscles.

“No.” he deadpans, eyes tracking the movement of your hands working their way up his calves to his thighs.

“Do you think your brothers deserve to be on the receiving end of your shitty attitude?” you side eye him. You do hate nagging him, but sometimes it does take a gentle nudge for your grump kinda-boyfriend to get the hint.

“No Sir” its almost a whisper, and your eyes widen slightly. Oh, so this is how he wants it to got tonight? Sir is only ever used in one context when it comes to you and Crosshair, usually its Doc or whatever name he chooses from a plethora of pet names he has for you.

Sir only means one thing.

You smirk down at him as he avoids eye contact with you. Crosshair is an experienced man, you knew this when you first started whatever this thing is that the two of you have going on, however he still sometimes has trouble giving up control without feeling well… embarrassed for lack of a better term.

You continue running your hands up his thighs, towards the growing tent in his undersuit, purposely avoiding it and moving your fingers into the waistband of his blacks, peeling the tight fabric from his body. “Blacks off, then hands by your sides. You don’t touch me or yourself unless instructed, understood?” ordering clones around comes rather naturally to you, considering the number of soldiers that seem to dislike medical exams more than separatists, you’ve developed a ‘no nonsense’ tone over your time working on Kamino that also happens to work very well in situations like these.

You move over to your bedside table, retrieving all the necessities, before turning back towards Crosshair who is now naked, hands by his sides and staring up at the ceiling just as you ordered. “Hm, looks like you can follow orders” you sneer at him, and you don’t miss the shudder that wracks his body as he finally makes eye contact with you. You pop open the bottle of lube, coating your fingers with a generous amount before tossing the closed bottle onto the bed. His cock is throbbing, beads of precum shining in the low light before rolling off the tip of his length and leaking onto his toned abs.

“Wider” is all you say, all you need to say as Crosshair opens his legs, allowing you access to his puckered hole. You run a single finger around the rim before slowly breaching him, pushing it inside ever so slowly. You watch his face for any signs of discomfort but his parted lips, rapid breathing and throbbing cock indicate anything but. You add a second finger, slowly scissoring his entrance open, trying to find that perfect spot that will have him coming apart at the seams.

He's writhing and moaning, fists still clenched obediently at his sides as he screws his eyes shut. You’re hitting that perfect spot inside of him over and over again but he knows he can’t cum yet, the two of you have done this enough that he knows he needs your permission to cum.

You run your free hand along his body, avoiding his weeping length, the pads of your fingers glide along his tensing abs as your didgets continue working him open. Once you’re satisfied that he is adequately prepared, you remove your fingers, earning a low groan from the man beneath you as you wipe them on the sheets next to you. “What do you want tonight? You’ve been such a good boy, no touching or talking out of turn. I’ll reward you by letting you decide what you get” you give him a sweet smile as he pants atop your sheets, sweat clinging to his body as he looks over at you with blown pupils.

“I… I want your cock…” you frown down at him, trying to look as disappointed as possible as if the sight of Crosshair looking entirely debauched beneath you wasn’t slowly eroding your dominant façade. “Now here I was about to reward you for being a good boy… that’s no way to ask for what you want” you stand up off the bed, moving to tie the robe tighter around you as you hear him whimper out a soft apology. “Sorry, Sir, please let me have your cock Sir” he looks like he’s about to move his arms to reach out for you before he steadies himself, keeping them firmly balled in the sheets of you bed by his sides.

You smile, he really was getting the hang of it. Removing the thin robe around your body and retrieving the leather harness from where it was placed on your bedside table, you slide it up your legs before securing it tightly around your body. The entire time Crosshair’s gaze is transfixed, as if he’s enthralled by the sight of you. You smile down at him again, face softening slightly as you take in his form. He’s absolutely ruined and you haven’t even gotten to the main course yet. Eyes blown wide, cock flushed and leaking, chest rising and falling with rapid ragged breaths.

“Hands and knees pretty boy” you order and him and he obeys immediately, shifting into position with a strangled “yes sir”.

You kneel behind him on the bed, resting the faux cock against his prepared entrance, teasing him before breaching him with the thick head of the strap. His eyes flutter shut, fists clenching and unclenching as he lets out a loud moan. You take a handful of his ass as you slowly feed the thick toy into him as he writhes and groans beneath you, head shoved into the pillow muffling his sounds as the stretch of the toy overwhelms him.

After what feels like an eternity, you’re fully sheathed inside of him, stretching him out before setting a brutal pace. “Does this feel good baby? Is this exactly what you needed to take your mind off things?” you’re panting now from thrusting in and out of him, hips pounding into his as you repeatedly hit that spot inside of him that has him whining and moaning your name. “Y-yes Sir kriff- Thank you sir” his voice has been reduced to a course whisper as he nears his peak at an alarming speed, his neglected cock leaking a steady stream of precum onto the sheets beneath him as he fists the sheets.

“Sir can I cum… Kriff sir please” his voice cracks on the last word. Usually you would make him work harder for it, beg more, but he seems to already be holding himself back and you can’t bring yourself to torture him anymore, especially since he’s been so good tonight. “Let go baby” your words send him over the edge, ecstasy washing over him as he lets out a string of ‘thank you’s before you pull out and he collapses onto the bed beneath him.

You rid yourself of the toy before turning on the shower. You walk over to the bed and hoist Crosshair up, carrying most of his weight on your shoulder as you lead him towards the running water.

“feeling better?” your voice is soft, its teasing edge from before nowhere to be found. The soft smile he gives you is proof enough that whatever mood he was in before has passed and you feel your chest swell with pride knowing that Wrecker was right, you do mellow him out. You watch him stand on unsteady legs under the warm water before leaving to change the sheets.

Despite being locked out of the barracks you always knew he was going to be staying in your room tonight.

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caramel1mochi · 7 months

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ぐちゃ ! (Splat!) [Yoru x F! Reader] [4.5]

Heya!!

Guess what? I managed to write a short one between chores! I would've made it longer, but I'm terrible at hiding things and my dad would've been pissed if he found out haha

Promise when I'm 100% free, the next one won't be under 10k words!! Dare I say, pinky promise.

❤ฺ·。

Yoru x F! Reader

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 4.5 / Part 5 / Part 6

Genre: Fluff, angst

TW: Heavy mentions of anxiety. Like really really heavy haha

Words: 4.9k

Synopsis: Hapless doesn't even begin to describe you. With your life flipped upside down within the span of a day; you're left to rely on your best friend Tala to help you pick up the pieces and build the new one forced upon you. And this 'luck' seems to have caught the attention of one of her friends.

。+❤ฺ·。❤ฺ·。+❤ฺ· +❤·。❤ฺ·。+❤ฺ·

It’s been a long time since that debacle took place. And you never knew how fun it would be to spend a few hours with Omen looking up on how to make candles, but here you were, in the cafeteria, with a few dozen candles in the counter.

You’d taken a short break to shower and, in that time, you had discovered that Neon snuck in that spiked choker you saw that day at the store. But since she was gone today, you decided to wear it and save the scolding for later.

Luckily, though you haven’t seen Neon today, it started off well with you being called to Viper’s office. It seems like, after that catastrophe and everyone had their rest, the break was now officially over. And you were deemed ready to be sent off on your first mission.

Simple, just a mission where you’d be playing a passive role whilst your partner took care of most of the work.

Viper tapped on her laptop and rapidly switched to different folders. But given that you stood on the other side, the back of the device facing you, you had no idea what she was doing.

“So, I’ve singled out the best candidates for this mission, but you can only pick one.”

You nodded with a smile, and she began listing out their names.

“You can either choose Chamber, Astra, Fade, or Sova.”

She flipped the laptop and allowed you to look over their pictures. And yeah, sure, seeing their faces helped, but you still had one tiny issue.

“I don't know any of them. I don’t think I’ve even talked to them once. Can’t you pick like, Jett, or Neon?”

Viper straightened her back, arms crossed.

“This isn’t a scouting mission, those two can’t anchor the area I want them to.” She crossed her arms. “You’ve been here for almost two weeks, have you really not talked to everyone here?”

You nervously shook your head, and she flipped the laptop back towards her.

On your first mission, you hoped you’d get someone close so that you wouldn’t let your anxiety get the best of you. You wanted to explain, but the words just wouldn’t come out. Guilty couldn’t even describe how you felt. Was she feeling annoyed? Did she think you were hopeless? Maybe you should’ve strayed from your comfort zone for once and talked to everyone here! Maybe you–

“I can manage to fit in Yoru, instead. Omen told me you talked to him often. Is that true?”

Your face turned white, and you awkwardly laughed.

“Why not, uh, you know, Skye, at least? She’s probably a better candidate, and stuff.”

It just felt so awkward when he’d just healed up only a day before.

“Yoru’s the best I can do. He’s also the best when it comes to novice agents. I guarantee things will go smoothly with him.”

“Uh, what? How can you be so sure?”

“I’ve seen him with Neon. Her performance was notable around him, and it’s not just because they’re friends.” She straightened her back once more, sighing. “Look, I’ll talk to him. If he says no, I’ll see if I can squeeze Neon in.”

You almost wanted to laugh at the thought. Yoru, and best when it comes to novice agents? Please. He’s probably only reliable because he uses physical force to keep things in order.

If anyone would fulfil that role, it would definitely be Omen. you remembered how he calmed you down that day, how much more gentle he was compared to Yoru. The same guy who called you spineless and dubbed it ‘honesty’, or whatever mental gymnastics that was.

“Okay, great! I’ll go get ready, then.”

Just as you turned to the door, Viper called out and forced you to halt.

“Hold it.”

You turned and met her gaze nervously.

“Just in case things don’t go well, promise me you’ll cooperate. I tolerate enough squabbles as is, and I'm not in the mood for more. You won’t be arguing with Yoru. Is that clear?”

…

You forced a smile and nodded. With how stern her tone was, her rigid posture and those piercing green eyes, how could you not be alarmed?

“I’ll– uh, you– you have my word.”

“Do I?”

You nodded once more. And this time, it was only a tiny bit more convincing than the previous one.

“Good. Well then. Chop chop.”

You were finally allowed to leave, and this chance was immediately taken before she’d say anything else. With a loud slam, you left her office and immediately made your way down the halls towards the more familiar sections of the HQ.

And on the way, sure you intended on keeping your no-argument promise, you were also desperately hoping that he’d say no.

❤ฺ·。

With Yoru by your side, it felt like the very grim reaper decided to accompany you, despite the fact that his skin beamed like that of a newborn baby’s. Cute, admittedly, but you still had to work with someone who probably hates your guts and you didn’t know why he even said yes.

Fun.

Nevertheless, unable to go back, you were forced to exit the vehicle and make your way towards a deserted part of town. Guns in hand, you were nearly ready until you took in the sight that befell you.

Sure, it was just an alley, but the rows of buildings that towered over you on each side were stunning, especially when combined with the gentle touch of the morning sun’s rays. Built with unfathomable meticulousness, their baroque architecture rendered your mind blank for a few seconds. It felt like you were staring at a renaissance painting in real time.

Yoru immediately noticed your silence.

“What’s up with you?”

You were ripped away from your hypnotic state, anxiously cradling your Bulldog like a baby.

“Nothing, I–” you turned your gaze to the path, “just surprised.”

Though you were angry at him in every sense of the word, you couldn’t help but note the tone of that question. What the hell?

You met his gaze.

“Are you okay?”

Yoru cleared his throat and kept his eyes on the exit way in front of you.

“Tell me you read the brief.”

“I– uh, what? Duh, why wouldn’t I?”

“Great. So that means I won't have to baby you.”

You rolled your eyes and moved past an abandoned bicycle, strapped to a withered tree growing through the flooring, somehow. Surprisingly enough, Yoru took a sharp turn towards said bike.

“Wait, wait, where are we going?”

“The Radianite reserves, lady.”

He explained. And only when you followed him did you see a black gate, obscured by the tree. You held your weapon and followed him in silence in an attempt to shield your embarrassment.

The mission sounded easy enough, though. Go in, delete some files, and get out. Boom, done.

Both of you climbed up the stairs, and you were unable to voice a question that randomly popped up earlier. Were the mirrors really just them, but from another earth? It sounded so surreal, not when you haven’t even caught a glimpse–

“Locked.”

Yoru said, attempting to force the doors to one of the buildings open. You stepped up, looking around for any other entrances. Aside from windows waiting to be shot, there was naught, and Viper specifically stated that nothing be damaged unless it’s an emergency.

And the feeling that Yoru would constitute this as an emergency popped up. He’s going to punch or shoot the glass, isn’t he?

“Well, we can always just find another door.”

“Tch, what are we, delivery boys?”

Or girl scouts. He pulled back his arm.

“Yoru, wait–”

A loud contorting sound took over your ears. But instead of breaking the window, you watched his fingers somehow disappear like they were being cut off. Then, he moved his arm, and a massive rip formed in front of him, various shades of blue merging together each second that counted by. It dwarfed you in height, considering that it worked to match his.

It was as if he tore the very air to reveal… whatever that was. And to say you were baffled would be an understatement.

“Uh–”

“Stay here.”

He ordered, and slipped into the dimension, the storm of blue surrounding him like some form of ethereal being. However, amidst your shock, you noticed the opening close.

“Yoru, wait, don’t–”

With one swift motion, it sewed itself shut, and he was gone.

“...leave me here…”

You brought the bulldog close to your chest and hugged it, rapidly looking around. You were jumpy. So much so, the sounds of the very leaves touching the ground made you react, even the pebbles that were crushed under you with each step.

Where the hell did he go? The least he could’ve done was provide a demonstration for his abilities!

But then again, you just argued… Gah, that idiot. Does he ever think logically?! What if one of the mirrors already arrived and could see you out in the streets like this?

You jumped and aimed at the door once the doorknob twisted. With each second the person behind it spent fumbling with it, you backed up, doing your best to keep your aim steady. And with one more click, it swung open, revealing…

Yoru.

“How–”

“Hurry up.”

He ushered you inside, giving you only a picosecond to comprehend what the hell he just did.

You huffed and walked behind him, using the lingering glowing shards of blue that surrounded him as a guide amidst the darkness of the building. Whatever was inside, you weren’t sure, but you knew the colours were stunning.

You suddenly felt a burst of confidence, especially since he willingly came along.

"Couldn't help yourself, huh?"

And you immediately regretted saying that.

"Tch, as if. Viper forced me here because you'd freak out working with people you don't know."

"Oh… really?"

"I would've expected you to at least talk to Sova or Astra. But if I were you, I'd stay away from the Chamber and Fade."

You stared at the elevator you both neared for a moment, the metal doors glimmering in the darkness almost like a guide built especially for you.

"Why?"

"I just don't trust either of them. Unless you're into animals, Chamber's good with those, I guess."

"Isn't that Gekko's thing?"

"Gekko has asthma, genius."

He promptly pressed the button on the elevator. Surprisingly enough, it still functioned, and a green ring encircled the button alongside the distant rumbling. Against the eerie silence around you, it stood out, like a distant titan taking slow steps towards the city.

How the hell did Yoru of all people keep track of everyone’s ailments? Even you forgot he had asthma. The silent screech of the elevator doors sliding open promptly snatched your attention.

“You know, for a loner, you know a lot about everyone."

"Someone has to babysit when Sage isn't around."

You giggled, entering alongside him.

"Really? Who's the hardest to babysit?"

"All of them."

Yoru slipped out a disc from his pocket and attached it to the screen of the elevator’s keypad. With a press of the button proudly displayed on the front, it glowed and immediately began working at the elevator, moving you towards the reserves.

You weren’t sure whether or not he was just bragging or being truthful about this babysitting thing, but it was funny to imagine. Yoru completely lacked the patience Sage was endowed with. Maybe one day you’d walk in on him tossing someone to a rift.

❤ฺ·。

The moment the elevator opened, Yoru immediately walked out and marched across the massive room you weren’t given a moment to process, moving in between the stacks upon stacks of glowing cyan boxes. This sight, though normal to him, was completely arcane to you. Said boxes were the only sources of light in the area. Combined with the dust and the intimidating darkness, it was hard to tell what’s what, despite their insistence on how simple the mission is.

“A/N. That wall next to the cables,” he pointed at the far left corner of the area, “find a way to break it down without too much damage.”

You looked over at where he pointed.

It matched up with the words on the brief, there was a room on the other side that was so well-hidden it was nearly impossible to get in traditionally.

“Didn’t Viper say that there shouldn’t be any damage?”

He took out a flash drive, inserting it into the computer and turning it on. It allowed Cypher access to exactly what he wanted, and you could tell he immediately got to deleting by the command prompt that popped up.

“That was a recommendation.”

Right.

You turned and stopped in front of the wall, held out your hand and worked on only emerging a small part of your hand. Most importantly, your pinky finger, so that it doesn’t take much room. Your eyes were stuck on the ground and you watched it diligently, waiting to detect any shadow that was out of place.

And as you worked, a tiny portion of your mind wandered elsewhere.

You could see why Viper picked this mission for you. All you had to do was take away any proof that radianite exists in this area, and you’re gone. Nothing too heavy, and perfect enough for you to comprehend what was to come. Even Yoru looked bored out of his mind as he worked.

Clearly, what he was used to was so much worse. Duh. He proudly showcased his previously mangled neck to you a few days ago.

But unlike him, you felt excited. This was the perfect way to ease you into things.

The air then stopped.

With a loud bang, an invisible force smashed against a portion of the concrete wall, breaking down an entrance. It was barely wide and tall enough to fit you. Without words, you knew Yoru would give you a dirty look, wouldn’t he? But then again, you also thought he’d be savagely breaking his way in, so.

You gently twisted your hand, and more of the wall came tumbling down, large chunks of it piling on to the ground alongside the debris that scattered like scared fish. You successfully formed an ‘elegant’ entrance enough to fit either of you, but not too big to break down the roof on top of you.

Perfect.

“Hoy, I’m going in!”

You called out, earning a hum from him. And with that, you entered, taking in the more crowded area.

Boxes were scattered everywhere, and so were the cables. Blueprints, paperwork, drawers upon drawers, all of it added on to the messy look of the room. Clearly, this area carried the most confidential data. You observed the contents for a few seconds, perking up at the sight of another computer.

Bingo.

Taking out your own gadget, you plugged it in and turned it on, watching as the flash drive worked to infiltrate whatever was within. Scanning, taking in the information, isolating what was important, then swiping it. Judging by the fact it took three minutes to even get to one percent, you were sure it would take a while.

You took a step back with a sigh, setting down your weapon on the massive mouse pad and looking around.

A thump from above made you jump, and on instinct, you immediately looked up. Your vision proved to be useless, but your other senses weren’t. Your palpitations increased exponentially once another thump echoed throughout. Then, a set of noises that you could make out as footsteps.

Multiple.

“Yoru, I– uh, I think there’s people here.”

“There aren’t. They don’t have any data about this place.”

You snatched your gun and took a step back, sweat dripping down your chin.

“I don’t think it’s the mirrors– I don’t know, but there’s someone here! Don’t you hear them?”

You could barely hear a distant sigh. Then, loud contortion, and a tinge of blue that softly illuminated the ground.

Crap.

“Hide. Make sure nobody sees you. I’ll take care of it.”

“Don’t leave me again!”

The blue grew stronger, and even his voice was slightly altered as he stepped into the rift.

“Relax, you can hold out until the files are wiped.”

You couldn’t. That’s what you wanted to say. But the blue was promptly swallowed up and thus, it finalised Yoru’s journey into the other dimension.

You jumped and moved away further, your back pressing up against the wall with the Bulldog in your hand. Instead of holding it like a weapon, you resorted to hugging it for comfort. With every drop of adrenaline that filled your veins, everything Harbour taught you further dissipated. Hot flashes on your neck, your eyes darting to every section of the roof with each noise; you weren’t ready.

Nobody was supposed to be here.

You took a deep breath, muttering a few repetitive phrases in Tagalog in an attempt to reassure yourself. You’ll be fine, right? You will be. Even the brief stated that your partner will take care of everything over your head. All you have to do is wait. Besides, how couldn’t you trust Yoru? His actions spoke louder than anything else, and you knew that he’d protect–

You jumped once the elevators let out a loud ding, the doors sliding open and allowing the light to accentuate two looming silhouettes. Neither of them sported any features that reminded you of Yoru. Not their hair, not the spikes, nothing.

You’ll be fine, you thought, desperate for any hint of reassurance.

You silently moved towards a pitch black area, everything obscured by the shadows, only interrupted by a single radianite crate that sat inconspicuously right across from the computer. Then, you hid behind it.

“Look, look, there’s a hole here!”

A feminine voice called out. And just from the accent, the slight gruffness of it, you knew it was Raze. Her partner said something else, but your mind hyper focused on the nearing footsteps, your clammy hand tightly clutching your weapon.

Then, she stopped, taking a deep breath.

“Do you… Do you smell that?”

Their partner walked in, their tall silhouette growing more visible from where you hid with each step.

“Guns up.”

Your breathing hitched, and you pushed yourself further onto the wall, relying on the crate to protect you. You hadn’t noticed it, but your right hand was seeping a dangerous amount of poison.

“The computer, it’s on! Wait, let me get a closer look.”

“Raze, be careful. I’ll cover you.”

She rushed up to the computer and immediately set down her Vandal, reading what was on the screen. After almost twenty minutes, it had only gotten up to ten percent. Then she tugged on her colourful hat in irritation.

“Bah, eu não posso trabalhar com esse cheiro estúpido,” <Bah, I can't work with this stupid smell,>‎

God, you couldn’t focus.

There was this horrible stinging in your chest, and you couldn’t breathe properly no matter how much you tried. Thoughts of your incoming death warped your frame of mind, and with each passing second, you were more and more convinced that this is it.

You were going to die.

Despite the anguish, you worked to fix your posture and aim at Raze’s head, struggling to keep a steady hold with how horrible you felt. Finger on the trigger, just one push, and she’d die before you could.

“GET DOWN!”

One called out, before loud gunfire rang out from far away, coupled with a deafening string of vivid distortion. Though you pulled the trigger, Raze already had her gun in her hand and rushed across the room, unable to hear or see you from the ruckus outside.

Then, the radio cracked in your ear, wincing under the loud gunshots that whizzed by Yoru’s cheek.

“A/N, hide until the transfer’s done, I have this under control.”

You wanted to speak. You wanted to respond. You wanted to say something, anything. But you couldn’t bring yourself to move. Under the command of your primal instincts, you pushed yourself against the wall once more, staring at the ground in shock.

All you could hear were your palpitations, and your other senses were clogged up by way more than you could possibly process.

Yoru, on the other hand, was aggravated by the situation.

They ensured that the mirrors had no idea about this place’s existence. Hell, the entire reason you even came here was to take away anything that they could go off of. Yet, here they were, and he knew you couldn’t do anything. In this situation, you were useless, he thought, shoving his hand into the rift and taking out a flash.

With Sova blinded, he peeked just enough to be able to gun him down, yet remained concealed from Raze’s shots. Fatuous, they only dug through the pillar he hid behind.

They were to be killed under Brimstone’s orders.

Then, with another flash, he peeked, eyes widening once he saw her rush towards the area you were hiding in. Damn it.

Yoru stepped out, gun in hand, rapidly thinking of a way to get her out and keep you concealed. But Raze had a different idea. It didn’t matter if she was going to die, all she needed to do was stop the files from being deleted.

He stopped the moment he heard a number of familiar beeping, ones you didn’t recognise. All without exposing herself, her bright orange bomb was promptly rolled towards the computer, ticking down. Yoru’s eyes widened.

Then, the air stopped.

❤ฺ·。

The process was interrupted. But it wasn’t yours, it was the computer he had been working on, now completely destroyed. Now, they relied on knowing where your progress had stopped. It’s not like it was an easy thing to find out either, not when the entire area you were hiding in had been completely engulfed in piles upon piles of concrete.

Yoru coughed and waved the debris away, taking a few steps back to breathe properly. And there, he could see that the floor above had tumbled down on where you were.

For the first time, he panicked.

“A/N– A/N, where are you?!”

He immediately called out, tucking away his Sheriff and approaching the dilapidated section you were in. Yoru prayed that you weren’t dead. But your lack of response made that contingency highly possible.

“A/N!”

No response. No time to waste, either. He quickly got to work on getting to where he knew you were. Forced to follow the strong unpleasant scent he really wanted to get away from, he had to find you.

Yoru couldn’t find a way to get through the stacks of concrete. The idea to simply go to the floor above you and jump down popped up in his mind, but then, how would he make it back out? He couldn’t get you through the teleporter.

Then, he found a small opening around the constricted corner, immediately slipping a teleport through and allowing it to make its way inside.

He promptly tore through the rift and stepped back just in case anything would fall through. But thankfully, nothing did, and from what he could see, it was safe enough for him to step through.

And step through he did, the entrance sewing itself shut from behind as he observed the area from the other side. To his left was a pool of blood that increased by the second. He was surprised, but…

“A/N, where the hell are you?!”

He exclaimed and took out his gun, immediately looking around just in case it was Raze who made it. Stepping through the boxes, he found the computer sitting just across from him, the screen glowing a blinding shade of white. And next to it was…

You.

Curled up into a ball, hugging your knees, eyes wide open and locked on the ground.

He hid his weapon and approached you, taking a deep breath. Yoru made no attempt to hide his annoyance as he looked down on you, waiting for you to stand up at the sight of him.

“Let’s go, they’re both dead. Are the files gone?”

Then, he looked back at the screen, noticing that the percentage had jumped up to ninety percent in forty minutes. But there was naught of an answer from you. Yoru, concerned, met your gaze. But you still didn’t look back at him.

“Hey, you there?”

…

Nothing.

He moved in front of you and got on one knee. But even then, your eyes were locked on the ground, as if you didn’t acknowledge he was there. Only now did he notice that you were shaking violently, coupled with your extremely inconsistent breathing. It bordered on hyperventilation, but you’d suddenly hold your breath for way too long. No, it’s not that you didn’t acknowledge his presence, you just didn’t see him.

Yoru’s gaze softened, and so did his posture. He could feel your alarmingly high palpitations just from getting near you.

“Can you hear me?”

It took you a second to even notice what looked like a massive lump of blue in front of you, the various shades and intricate details of it too overwhelming to comprehend.

You stared at him for a few seconds, liquid dripping down your right hand. Being so close to you, the poison’s effects on him made him both dizzy and despondent, but he knew he couldn’t leave you like this.

“I– I think I’m-” you gasped, “I’m dying, I’m dying– I, I think–”

“Hey, it’s fine, they’re gone. You’re safe.”

“I’m dying, I’m dying, Yoru, I’m–” you shook your head, struggling to breathe, “I’m going to die,”

“I’m with you. It’s okay.”

It’s not like it’s anything new. Yoru saw you panic before. Multiple times. But this wasn’t you mumbling while clutching your temples like you usually did, no. This was different.

You met his gaze, taking note of his tone. You didn’t know what it was, but there was an unfamiliar air of benevolence that threatened to extinguish your panic.

“A– are we– are we going to die? Are we going to die?”

He shook his head, slow enough for you to grasp what he meant.

“No, we’re safe.”

“Are we going to die?”

“No.”

You huffed, taking in a sudden gust of air. So sudden, it felt like an ice cold knife plunged your lungs.

“I, I can’t, I can’t– my arms, I– I can’t feel the– I can’t feel my arms.”

Yoru stared at you for a few seconds. Then, your hands, the clear poison allowing it to glimmer as it dripped down to the already soaked ground. He hesitated.

“If you want, I can hold them.”

…

You nodded repetitively, even after his fingers slowly intertwined with yours. Now, with his touch, you could finally feel the hands that were attached to you, and it helped ground you back to reality. Of course, it still wasn’t enough to take the horrifying sense of doom away. That, and the terrible heaviness in your chest.

It felt like you were having a heart attack. But for some reason, you just couldn’t muster up the words to tell him what was happening, not when your mind repeated only a select few phrases and focused on death so much.

“Are we going to die?”

“No, no. We’re fine.”

You stared at him for a few seconds, before turning your gaze back to the coarse ground. It felt like your eyes were about to pop out of your skull with how wide you had your lids open.

“Take a deep breath, okay? I’ll help you.”

You nodded and met his gaze, sweat dripping down your chin. Yoru, seeing this, wasted no time. He took a deep, slow breath, and you watched him diligently, like an oncoming explosion.

“One,”

Then, Yoru exhaled slowly,

“Two. Like that. Now, follow me,”

Just as Yoru repeated the first step, you followed along, taking a deep and shaky breath, one that stopped halfway through.

“One,”

He then exhaled. But this time, your breathing was only slightly more consistent, but the panic that stabbed at you like demons made it all the more difficult to focus on him.

“Two. Again, okay?”

You nodded, tightly clutching his hand in an effort to distract yourself from the situation. Though he winced at the strength of your hold, he didn’t let it derail from what the main objective was. Not the firm embrace, not the harrowing scent that sent a painful sensation across his head.

Coupled with how close he was, the discomfort only grew.

Both of you repeated the process. And since you were incredibly focused on getting your breathing back in order, with his help, you managed to gain a small amount of your rationality back; enough to remember that you were on a mission. You remembered panicking at the sight of Raze’s bomb. And with one swipe, it all came tumbling down.

“Yoru, I–”

You turned your gaze elsewhere, dread still bleeding into your voice.

“Can we… Can we leave? I– I can’t stay here anymore.”

He stared at you for a moment. Then, the computer, noting the progress. Ninety five percent.

…

“Sure. Let’s go.”

He helped you stand up and turned to the pile of cement, already forming a plan on how to clear a way for you.

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❤️‍🩹Lifeline | MYG❤️‍🩹

Happy New Year everyone!! Enjoy this chapter and new chapters every Monday! 💜💜

Synopsis: It’s long been controversial for idols to date, but idols dating each other can be really beautiful or a complete nightmare. When Yoongi's relationship with another idol is discovered, he decides maybe it’s time to break the taboo and show people it’s ok for idols to date. Instead, they find themselves caught in the midst of one media frenzy after another and struggle to keep their relationship as strong as it had been the past 2 years. Yoongi finds a self destructive way to cope, and it causes even more problems than it solves. As they fight for their relationship and their careers, they discover that sometimes, the only way to truly be free is to let go.

Pairing: idol!Yoongi x idol!OC

Warnings: nsfw, alcoholism, cheating, depression, anxiety, Yoongi goes through a bisexy ho phase, Yoongi is also in his alcoholic phase, post-military BTS

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Ch. 2: Taboo

Yoongi wakes up the next morning to an empty bed once again. He woke up to see Hyeri off when she left for her early shoot. He made her a quick snack to take with her, then fell right back to sleep the moment she left. Now he’s up again just a mere 3 hours later with an hour to spare before he heads off to his own scheduled shoot.

He rolls out of bed and makes himself a breakfast smoothie. With their world tour coming up he’s been on his pre-comeback diet which he mostly follows except when he’s with Hyeri. The way things have been lately, any time with her is worth breaking his diet.

When the time comes, he gathers everything he’ll need for the day and heads out once a manager arrives to take him to his first stop. Today’s schedule starts with a commercial shoot followed by a short promo shoot for the upcoming New Years Con being streamed on Weverse. After that, it’s dance practice until they all master the choreo or start fighting with each other too much from exhaustion. Then he’ll be in his studio finalizing some songs, making new ones, and working on a few projects he took on when he couldn’t get himself to say no to anyone.

With this schedule he has very little time to look at his phone. It’s nothing new to him and Hyeri though. They’re used to being so busy that they don’t even have a second to send a text to each other, and that’s exactly how Yoongi’s day is going. He gets all the way to practice having only checked his phone once during lunch where he sent Hyeri a quick message telling her to have a good day and that he loves her.

At practice the guys are all still working on perfecting their set list for their tour. They work one song at a time with the choreographer to make sure they have the moves down and then evaluate whether the song order is doable. It’s physically and mentally testing, but again it’s nothing new for these 7 veterans of the business.

During a short break Yoongi takes a seat against the wall next to Jin who hands him a bottle of water. “How do they have so much energy?” Jin asks pointing to Taehyung and Jungkook who are playing around in the middle of the floor.

“Their generation is a different breed,” Yoongi laughs watching along as Jimin and Hoseok record the two youngest’s impromptu breakdance battle on their phones.

When Namjoon enters the room from the bathroom, everyone begins moving into position to get back to practice. However, Namjoon pulls Yoongi to the side first.

“Hey hyung,” Namjoon says in a hushed tone. “I just want to give you a heads up.” He pulls his phone out of his pocket and shows Yoongi an article.

BTS SUGA HOLDING HANDS WITH IDOL ACTRESS RAINBOW

Right under the headline is a photo of Yoongi and Hyeri after they ate together the day before. Usually Yoongi, and the rest of the guys, would roll their eyes at such articles. It’s not the first time any of them have been photographed within 10 feet of someone else and had it turn into dating rumors. It’s easy to ignore because it’s typically not long before the chatter dies down and the public has moved on to something else. Usually. But the photo is too damning to be ignored.

For the very brief moment that Yoongi and Hyeri held each other’s hand outside of the restaurant yesterday, someone managed to take a picture of them. Now the image of them with their hands linked while they gaze into each other’s eyes is all over the internet.

Denying the rumors is what they normally would do. It’s easy. But not this time. Namjoon doesn’t have to say anything else to Yoongi because he already knows what this means. He’ll have to make a statement, and denying the relationship may not be so easy this time.

“Have you heard from Rainbow?” Namjoon asks.

“No,” Yoongi says. “I haven’t been on my phone all day.” He reaches for his pocket then realizes he left his phone in his bag in his studio upstairs. He looks at Namjoon wondering if it would upset the others if he ran upstairs for his phone.

“Come on, guys!” Hobi shouts getting in formation.

“You think she’s ok?” Namjoon asks.

“I don’t know,” Yoongi sighs. “Maybe she hasn’t seen anything yet, she’s supposed to be on set all day.”

“Then I’m sure she’s fine,” Namjoon resolves moving to join the rest of the group. “Let’s get this over with.”

The remainder of practice is hardly memorable to Yoongi. His body is there on autopilot, but his mind is far gone. He knew from the start that he and Hyeri’s relationship would be risky. An idol dating is always a hot topic, but two idols dating each other is a much larger issue. He hates the taboo, and while he’s certain there will be many people happy for them, he knows the nasty other side all too well. He can handle it, he has been since before their debut, but he worries about Hyeri.

When Hyeri debuted she was part of a four member girl group called Two Piece under Starlight Entertainment. Although they were under a much smaller company, they still managed to gain a decent following after their debut. Rainbow quickly became known as the adorably shy maknae with the voice to make anyone melt.

Behind the scenes, she found herself afraid to say much for fear that she would be kicked from the group. She got along well with her members, but management kept incredible amounts of pressure on them that had all four of them afraid to say or do anything. They thought the threats of being released would end once they debuted, but it didn’t. Not only that, but everything they did came with punishment. Even when they thought they did well, they were sent home to nothing more than a bowl of rice they had to share.

The company had no money and only one artist. Two Piece. The pressure was heavy because the company was so deep in debt, but no one realized just how much until an exposé was published revealing more than anyone knew was going on.

The CEO of Starlight was found to be in debt to a few powerful figures of the underworld. A gambling addiction, shady financial dealings, and a smuggling operation spanning three countries sent Starlight to its very quick and public demise. The company was shut down and police launched a lengthy investigation.

On top of everything else, Two Piece learned that the rights to all of their music and content was sold off by the CEO to cover some of his debt. It took a long time for authorities to track down who the CEO sold the rights to, but once they did there was nothing they could do. The person was unwilling to cooperate and refused to give ownership back to Two Piece without a large payment. Of course they never saw a dime from anything they had done so they were unable to offer anything.

The cruelty and unfairness of the business resulted in the end of Two Piece. They had hoped to sign elsewhere, but after losing hope in getting their songs back, and losing hope in music altogether, rapper and vocalist EJ quit music for good. She left Seoul and went to stay on her aunt and uncle’s farm in the countryside north of Busan. She comes around once or twice a year to reunite with the rest of the group to catch up a bit, but she maintains a very low key and internet free hermit lifestyle.

Not wanting to carry on as Two Piece without all four members, the remaining three decided to disband and go their separate ways. Leader and main dancer Haeun went on a few dance competition shows before earning recognition as one of the generations best dancers. She remains in Seoul as a dance mentor on idol survivor shows and occasionally hosts dance workshops. Minji, vocalist and second youngest, released two solo albums with a different label before leaving the entertainment business and teaching musical theater at a performing arts school near Seoul.

Lastly, the shy and soft spoken Hyeri aka Rainbow remained in the music business until she recently began her acting career. She’s received lots of positive feedback for her acting from both fans and peers. Colleagues and production staff on every set she’s worked on praise her for being one of the sweetest and easiest people to work with.

It’s been 5 years since the scandal that ended their group, and now Hyeri finds herself sitting at home staring at the photo of her and Yoongi that’s been spreading across the internet all day. She was sent home after finishing only half of her shoot for her “safety” and they promised to reschedule in a few days. She was unsure why until she went back to her dressing room to change and she saw the many messages on her phone.

Minji and Haeun were just checking in on her knowing how hard things can be for her whenever she’s the subject of rumors or anything deemed controversial. Her mom let her know that if she and Yoongi need to disappear for a bit they can always come stay with them in Gwangju. Her manager tells her to get some rest and they’ll talk in the morning. There are a few other messages but none from Yoongi aside from the one he sent her earlier in the day. She figures he must not know yet so instead of messaging him she decides to wait for him to find out on his own. The last thing she wants to do is cause a distraction if he just so happens to look at his phone during practice and sees the news from her.

What she doesn’t realize is Yoongi already knows and after another hour of practice, the guys show mercy and end it early. He’s now running to get his bag out of his studio and he sees it. Messages from everyone. His brother, his mom, some friends. Everyone except Hyeri.

He quickly heads out to his car and rushes home. If she hasn’t seen the news then he wants to be home for her when she does. Just like everyone else close to her, he knows she tends to have a hard time with tabloids. He’s surprised to see the lights on when he gets home and more surprised when he sees Hyeri sitting on the couch in a daze.

“What are you doing home so early?” He asks sitting next to her. “Are you ok?”

“I’m ok,” she says softly. “Why are you home so early?”

He looks her over noticing the redness of her eyes. He can definitely smell the red wine on her breath and see the wad of tissue on the table. She knows.

“I’m here for the same reason you are,” he responds. “Are you sure you’re ok?”

She nods. Sniffs. Her lips tremble. Then she shakes her head.

“Do you think they’ll replace me?” She worries. “What if the company drops me?”

“No,” he says pulling her into an embrace. “They’re not going to replace you or drop you from anything. This shit happens all the time.”

“I know, but what do we say when it’s true? That picture is hard to deny.”

“Well…” he thinks a moment. He had been thinking about this since the moment Namjoon showed him the article. He knows they have to say something, but with that photo he feels denying it would just make them seem like liars. He’d rather break the taboo than be a liar. “Maybe we just tell them the truth.”

“What?” She asks surprised that he would suggest such a thing.

“It’s true, so let’s just admit it. Why should we hide our love because of some stupid societal rule that idols can’t date? I don’t care what anyone has to say about it, I love you and that’s all that matters.”

“I love you too baby, I just,” she pauses and takes a breath. “I need to talk to my manager tomorrow first.”

“What?” He raises a brow.

“Earlier today I got the lead role in that big drama I auditioned for.”

“Really?” He perks up with excitement knowing just how bad she wanted that role and how hard she practiced for it. It’s not only a lead role, but her first lead role. The big opportunity she’d been dreaming about.

“Yeah,” she says shyly. “They offered the part to me this morning. Nothing has been announced yet though, so…I’m scared I may lose it before I even get started.” She sniffles trying to hide her worried tears.

“Babe,” he says squeezing her tighter. “First I’m so proud of you! And second, this isn’t a reason for you to lose your role.” He cups her cheeks in his hands and gives her a quick peck. “It’ll be ok. Talk to your manager in the morning, but you shouldn’t worry. If we go public then we won’t have to hide anymore. We won’t have to sneak around in the middle of the night anymore.”

He’s hopeful. More than hopeful. He’s never been one to shy away from opposing societal norms, this would be his chance to break down another wall. Not that he’s looking for that praise, he simply just wants to go out with his love without the world trying to make it seem like he’s a bad guy.

Hyeri loves Yoongi’s bold defiance. It’s part of the reason why she fell in love with him. She admires how easy it is for him to throw caution to the wind and do as he pleases regardless of what others think. She feels confident and secure with him, but she’s still scared. The thought of losing her lead role or being embroiled in anything controversial makes her heart race. She’s worked so hard, she can’t lose this now.

When Hyeri talks to her manager the next morning, she feels even more scared. Big Hit gave Yoongi the choice to put out whatever statement he wants either to confirm or deny the relationship. JJS told Hyeri that they would deny the rumors. Yoongi was ready to shout from the rooftops that he and Hyeri are together. Then she told him what her company told her.

She’s a fresh budding actress about to star in her first lead role. Dating rumors would not only cause a negative distraction to the show that’s meant to be highly anticipated, but also would look bad for her image. Aside from the fact that she’s an idol, she’s also a new actress and the best roles are given to those who are young and available. The pure and innocent. The perfect star for a drama that calls for a lovable but oblivious female lead. Being in a romantic relationship with a member of the biggest group on the planet would send her image in a direction that her company doesn’t want.

“Did you even try to stand up for yourself?!” Yoongi shouts jumping up from the couch after she tells him the result of the conversation with her manager.

“What was I supposed to say?” Hyeri shouts back not quite bold enough to stand along with him. He’s 3 inches taller than her so it wouldn’t do her any good. “I could lose everything!”

“But you don’t mind losing me?” He huffs.

“Yoongi, you know that’s not it! You know this is my dream! You know how scared I am of having it taken away from me! What could I do?!”

“Stand your ground, Na Hyeri!!” He understands that she’s not typically the one who’s able to speak up when it comes to defying anything a superior says, but he thought she at least loved him enough to try.

“I don’t have a ground to stand on!” She cries in frustration. “I’m not a member of the biggest fucking group in the world! I can’t just say something and have the world cater to my every need! I can’t rebel knowing I have millions of fans around the world to carry me no matter what!”

“The number of fans you have has nothing to do with you speaking up for yourself!”

“Says the one who doesn’t have to worry about that shit!” She finally stands looking up at him. She doesn’t care that he’s taller, she’s pissed and he needs to know it. “You’re so far up in your cloud that you forget how it is for those of us that can’t just walk into a building and have everyone obey our every command!”

“That’s not-“

“I can’t just go against the company!” She stomps her foot about to completely explode. “I worked too hard to lose this, Yoongi! I love you but I can’t sacrifice my dream just to be a rebel or some shit! I’m not you!”

“Hye-“

“No!” She interrupts. “No matter what you say it won’t change the fact that we’re on much different levels. No one gives a shit about me. There’s a line of people waiting to take my place and I haven’t even started. I have a ways to go to build even half the following and support you have. I can’t do anything outside of the company’s wishes. I just need you to understand that.”

“I do, Hyeri, but I need you to understand that you’re not going to instantly lose everything because we tell the world we’re dating. Even if you do I can take care of you and anything you need. I can put you in contact with anyone you want and you’ll be fine.”

“Yoongi,” she sighs stepping back. “They’re already getting ready to put the statement out. It’s out of my hands.”

She walks off and goes into the bedroom leaving Yoongi standing in the middle of the living room. He knows she has a hard time with these things and he knows it’s not entirely wrong of her to fear for her job because of it. But he also feels like she should trust him more.

Either way, he’s not happy right now. He packs his work bag and decides to leave for his studio. He’s got a small bit of time before he has to jump right into the day’s schedule, so he’ll take this time to work on the things he didn’t work on yesterday and simply cool off a bit. Because as if he wasn’t already upset, Hyeri giving him the silent treatment before he left didn’t make things any better.

The statement from JJS denying the dating rumors only said they’re just friends who went out for a meal. Nothing more to it. Yoongi decided he didn’t want Big Hit to put out a statement at all. If that’s the statement her company is going with then he’d rather just stay silent. Either way, it hurts him.

He never thought he’d hurt over something like this. Maybe he’s being too emotional and not very logical. Maybe he’s letting his heart get the best of him.

He works all day but he’s not mentally present. He knows everyone else saw the statement. He knows they’re trying hard to not mention it. They’re trying hard to make things seem normal, but it’s not working well.

Hobi’s face can never tell a lie, and the way his mouth twists into a concerned frown when he sees Yoongi miss a step in practice is all too noticeable. Instead of scolding Yoongi as he normally would, he stays silent when Yoongi forgets a move. Hobi lets it slide when he does it again. After the fourth time Yoongi knows it’s intentional. There’s never a practice where Hobi isn’t catching and calling out every dance mistake. Yoongi thought him letting it go the first time was generous, but now its too much. Yoongi can tell Hobi doesn’t want to say or do anything that may make him more upset in any way.

Yoongi hates it. He hates the big ass elephant in the room. He hates that something so trivial is effecting him this bad. He hates that by the time he’s done with practice and back in his studio he hasn’t heard a word from Hyeri. That hurts.

Hyeri had her shoot rescheduled for the following day which left her with the entire day to herself. She spent most of the time reading comments online after the dating rumors were denied. Lots of people don’t believe it, but others are taking the statement at face value and not questioning it any further. It’s a mixed bag which doesn’t make her feel much better about the decision, but she knows there’s nothing she could have done.

She hates fighting with Yoongi. She knew he’d be upset but she wishes he’d be more understanding of her side of things. To her, all she can do is ride on whatever the company says. She’s gone through the worst, but JJS managed to earn her trust. They never treated her badly and even apologized to her when she left her badge at home and had to go through management to get a temporary one so she could get in the building. This company treats her like a valued family member, not a bad dog, and she can’t possibly get herself to do anything against whatever they suggest to her.

She can’t lose this.

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motions1ckness · 10 months

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hi 🙂 can you do roman roy x asexual fem reader where reader has a crush on roman (shaky hands blushy cheeks when he is close) and gardener in logan's house, so one day roman is walking in garden and hears her talking on the phone with her friend about how she doesnt want to have sex with anyone, and will never have children etc. And realizes she is just like him. Aaaand He starts talking to her...

ofc and i hope you enjoy!

content: ace!reader, f!reader, pining, fluff, mention of sex

Your mornings started with a 20-minute commute to manage Logan Roy’s garden. What the fuck does he know about flowers? To your surprise, a lot. Marica hired you as a gift for Logan. She told you his mother used to bring discounted bouquets home when he was a kid, so no pressure.

Today went on like the others, showing up at nine, and doing your job, except for the part where his kids stopped by. Fuck.

His youngest, Roman always caught your eye. Usually, you would be there for a few hours and be gone by noon, but now Roman was here. You tried prolonging your stay, now glad you began wearing summer dresses to combat the warmth.

Frankly, you've never spoken to any of Logan’s kids. They'd sometimes call out to you, or Roman would comment on Logan, “only hiring hot people.”

Before heading out, you phoned your roommate, who teases you because you casually walk into a billionaire's home every day.

They picked up within two rings “Hey, what’s up are you almost off yet? Or does the old man want you to be human furniture?” They say with a sarcastic tone. You laugh but also don't put it past the family.

“I’m about to go, it's just, you know his son? Roman, the one I keep telling you about?” You were slightly pacing, turning to peer inside, but it’s not like you could look in if you want to. Logan made it impossible for anyone to peek in.

The call caused Logan to notice you chatting and not working. He sent Roman to check on you, which caused him to feel Logan was punishing him by sending him outside. With a soft exhale, mixed with a groan, Roman headed towards the terrace.

“Oh? Should I break out candles? Pre-order a new mattress?” The other line egged on. You rolled your eyes at the comment, completely forgetting you were at work. The terrace was rather big. It wrapped around half the suite. Making Roman’s entrance undetected.

“Yeah, sure. But for real, It’s not like a sex thing. You know I’m not into that,” you slightly clear your throat, embarrassed by the thought someone would hear you from inside. Unbeknownst to you, Roman was listening to the conversation. When he heard you talking about sex, he panicked and moved toward the wall so you couldn’t see him. He thought it would be worse if you found out someone heard you. “It’s already bad enough it’s my boss's son.” That caught Roman’s attention, apart from him fearing you were talking about Kendall, but he couldn’t stop listening. Like a book he couldn’t put down.

“I think that makes it more fun. You know, sneaking around. But without the sex. Anyway, what was he wearing? I need more details than just his name and what the press says. C’mon, tell me who is the Roman Roy.” You liked how engaged your friend was, fearing opening up about your crush would end in humiliation.

“I don’t know what he’s wearing, I can’t see through the glass. But uh, I don’t know ‘the real Roman Roy'. I don’t interact with any of them. They’re all scary as shit, but I think it's time to head out. It’s fucking scalding.” Followed by exchanging goodbyes and looking up when the next train was going out.

Roman knew that conversation was about him, which made him nervous talking to you. It wasn't the first time you piqued his interest, how your wardrobe changed according to the weather, and how meticulous you get about the garden's appearance. You fascinated him. He also felt relief hearing you didn't want to sleep with him. Intimacy was his grey area, and he loved not feeling pressure to do it.

Roman waited a few seconds before emerging and speaking up, “Uh, my dad um, just wanted to know what you were doing out here,” Oh my god. He undoubtedly heard you. You wanted to curl up and die or resign out of embarrassment. Maybe he JUST got here, let's hope.

You turned to face him, feeling your face flush, “Oh, just heading out, looking when the next train is going out,” You put on a smile, hoping it makes you seem coy. It didn’t. Even if he didn’t overhear you, your face was beet red and your hands were slightly shaking.

“Well, I was about to head out, maybe, I can give you a ride? Or get a drink somewhere?” You could've sworn your face turned scarlet. Holy Shit. You stood in awe for a second, unable to fathom the words he spat out. “Um, y/n? Are you having a heat stroke or something?” He shields his eyes, feeling the heat against his skin, “He is a piece of shit for making you work out here, wow.”

You finally grasped what he said, “Y-yeah it’s actual hell out here, but going out sounds fun yeah.” You tried your best to sound easygoing after facing the worst embarrassment you've ever endured.

“Cool, uh, my driver is downstairs already,” he said in a merciful tone, gesturing for you to exit first.

The car ride was mostly silent. A few questions got thrown out asking about your job to ease the drive. The bar was incredibly upscale, feeling out of place arriving in your work clothes. Roman did his best to make you feel comfortable, he paid for the tab, and reserved a quiet area; he was trying to impress you. He asked about your life while you tried your best to pry about his.

“C’mon, tell me about something not so surface,” you paw at him, the two of you facing each other. You scanned his face as he took a sip of his drink, patiently waiting for his response.

He set the drink down, slightly smiling to himself because of the comeback he came up with, “So you could know ‘the real Roman Roy?’"

#roman roy #roman roy fanfic #roman roy x reader #roman roy x you #succession #succession fanfic #roman roy drabble #roman roy fluff

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July 12th:

Officially a week out from the exam. I didn't get as much done as I planned as usual haha. I did two and a half hours of review and figured out my weakest area was area five which focused on integrated audits, attestation engagements, compliance and government audits which I find strange since felt confident while learning the material. But it is a lot of reports that are almost the same just slightly not, so I guess it does make a bit of sense. My best area was area three which focused on risk, evidence, and sampling. I also find this strange because I did not feel confident while learning this material haha. Tomorrow I'll do a few practice questions in area five and skim the book again for things I know I'm confused on and then take the next simulated exam. In my review today I found a couple of avoidable mistakes that I would have caught if I'd slowed down so this next simulated exam I'm going to focus on reading slowly and carefully.

Today's accounting topic: All control deficiencies need to be communicated to management in writing within 60 days of the report release date. While significant deficiencies and material weaknesses need to be communicated to management and those charged with governance in writing by the report release date.

Other activity: I started crocheting a blue shirt back in May and then ran out of yarn. I've put off ordering more but I finally did last week and the yarn came in the mail today! I finally get to finish this shirt but I keep making mistakes and having to go back rip

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Relax, You Two

This is a Ler!Riza, Lee!Edward and Lee!Ling tickle fic, with a little bit of Lers!Mustang and Hughes!! If this isn’t your forte, no need to read!

This is also Post-Promised Day, with the good ol’ Alive!Hughes au!

Summary: Riza easily notices how the two boys are still paranoid after it all. In her opinion, they need a day off.

The Hawk’s Eye catches all in her gaze.

A slight of hand, a petty crime preparation, the key to taking down drug rings. No matter how big or how small it may be, she sees it. She can stare at it as if it were clear as day. Nothing slips past her gaze, and everyone knows it.

So how could these two boys ever think their paranoia would go unnoticed?

Riza sees the way Edward throws himself into more research, almost in hysteria if he doesn't. She sees the way Ling gets jumpy near a window, or a door, or any dark place just big enough to hide a human.

Riza sees the way Edward stares off as Alphonse rests in the hospital, mere weeks after the Promised Day. The way his hand is placed on his brother’s chest, as if he can’t believe there is a beating heart just below the surface of pale skin, as if it will be ripped away from him if he wasn’t there to protect his little brother.

And Riza sees the way Ling’s body is constantly tense, fingers itching for something to curl around–something sharp to defend himself with– and how his head swivels about, scanning every inch and every crevice of every room he’s in.

Paranoia can do a lot to kids so thoroughly traumatized. She knows the feeling.

It does not mean she will let this slide.

So she took them for a day out with her.

It didn't really work.

She had tried to take them to a clothing store, and as a result she had to compensate for thoroughly checking every rack they went to in order to quell Ling's whining. He wouldn't dare come so close to them until she did.

She tried a jewelry store next, and all Edward would talk about was 'Alphonse would like this' or 'Alphonse would like that'. Which wasn't bad at all, mind you. She thought it was rather sweet, actually.

But 'I hope Al is okay' and 'Those doctors better treat him well' or 'I really need to check on Al so I should go' weren't exactly good examples of relaxing.

She took them to as many places as she could within four whole hours, and nothing seemed to bring their guard down all that much, save for a few seconds of vulnerability at least twice or thrice.

It's a concerning situation for them to be in.

And she can't let this slide.

So she vowed to do something as soon as possible.

That comes into play when they find themselves in Mustang’s office.

It doesn’t take very long for the boys to start up their bantering by Edward’s desk, going back and forth about some topic she couldn’t distinguish (or maybe they were flying through a whole plethora of topics at once, she wouldn’t be surprised if they were capable of that).

For once, she allows herself to do some minor paperwork from the comfort of the couch, seeing as there isn’t much to do today anyways. She had deliberately cleared her schedule of anything major today just to spend some time with the boys, after all.

She doesn’t really try to involve herself in whatever it is they are arguing over, at the moment, but the argument seems to find its way to her anyways.

“Lieutenant!” Edward whines aloud as he flops against the cushions to Riza’s left. She turns to him as Ling huffs with crossed arms, but he clearly seems to be holding in his amusement of the situation.

“Yes, Edward?” It’s not often she gets to hear this whiny tone from him, given he isn’t much of a person to complain–around her at least, she doesn’t feel very sorry for the others–, so she decides to provide them both with her attention.

“There’s this damn Xingese phrase that Ling keeps saying and he won’t tell me what it fucking means!-” “Well I think I’d like to keep my things to myself, Ed!” She blinks slowly as they start their back and forth again almost immediately.

“If you wanna keep it to your damn self, don’t say anything!”

“Well I’m not gonna tell a lie, am I? Nǐ kànshàngqù hěnpiàoliang!!”

“I DON’T KNOW WHAT THAT FUCKING MEANS!? I DON’T SPEAK BROKE ALIEN-”

Ling lets out a wheeze at that, laughing out ‘Broke Alien!?’ as he clutches his sides. Riza lets out a soft sigh as Edward grumbles and complains. They seem so carefree here. At first glance, anyone would assume so. Just two kids bickering and going at it over a silly phrase in Xingese.

But Edward’s shoulders are tense, and Ling falls into a seat on the other side of Riza, posture defensive, ready to fight back. His arms are the most mobile part of his body as they bickered; crossing, flailing, gesturing, expressing. They never stop, and they always stray too close to his pockets.

Edward’s bouncing flesh leg says a lot as it is, but the way he’s hunching so much seems to seal the deal.

It most certainly does for Riza.

She sighs, tossing the pen onto the table before her as she lets the papers fall onto that table with it. “That’s quite enough boys.” She spoke up.

Before either of them have time to properly react, she gently presses their heads against her lap, shutting up the duo immediately; Edward’s silence spoke volumes of realization, whilst Ling’s…she isn’t quite sure what he might have been thinking.

She’s done this to Edward a few times in the past years, but it has been a while she must admit. Perhaps she’s gotten rusty? Only one way to truly find out.

“Lieutenant, please.” Edward muttered as Ling absentmindedly turned on his back, spacing off. Edward’s face steadily grew rosey as she did not, in fact, let them up.

“I’ve been trying to help you two relax all day. Although, I suppose it would have been futile no matter what I tried. Or so I had thought.” Riza casually spoke as Edward tensed up, throwing his arms around his torso and ducking his face into his chest. He knows better than to try and escape anyways, the first few times he did were always a hellish reminder, she knew that well. The only thing he can really do is feebly try and protect himself, whilst his partner stays entirely oblivious.

“Huh?” Ling eventually hums, confused with a tilted head. Riza smiles down gently at him, disarmingly. He smiles right back at her, eyes closed with a grin of cheeky cuteness. Innocent and harmless.

Until she digs her nails into Ling’s side.

The yelp that greets them is high and startled, and Edward flusteredly flinches as Ling begins to giggle feverishly, squirming away from her touch. “H-Hehehehehey!! What gihihihives!?” He cries out, rolling this way and that under her arm.

“It’s simply a last resort. Perhaps I should have started with this first?” Riza contemplates to herself, seeking out anything that will get her a laugh out of the soon-to-be-Xing-emperor. He squeals at a pinch to the ribs, so Riza takes advantage of that, scribbling all along his ribs-wherever she can reach. Which is pretty much everywhere, he doesn’t seem to know how to protect himself.

Meanwhile, she smiles down at the flustered blond to her left, the anticipation alone having him flinch every time her fingers so much as twitch. “You seem awfully nervous, Edward. Is something wrong?” She asks, putting on yet another innocent facade.

“Nohoho…!” Edward practically whines, turning his head all the way away from her and giggling when Ling jerked and pressed the top of his own head against Ed’s. He gasps when her finger traces down his side, and almost instinctively snatches and holds it up.

Ah yes, as if that will save him from the inevitable.

For now, she concentrates on Ling.

“You don’t seem to be trying to protect yourself, Ling. I wonder why that is?” Ling squeaks as her hand travels to his neck, and his legs kick out like an excited little puppy as she flutters her fingertips at the junction of his neck and shoulder. He really seems to be enjoying this, isn’t he?

“That tihihickles! Pleehehehehease, oh myhihihi god!” Ling begs, his fists shaking as if he doesn’t know whether or not to grab her hand away. Her heart practically swells at such a cute display, she can’t help but tease her fingers right under his chin.

At that, Ling jerks harshly and his eyes shoot wide open as a loud squeal rips out of him. “TICKLEEES!! NAHAHAHAHA!!!” He shrieks, startling both blondes as he loudly laughs and shakes his head, raven hair flying wildly. She almost couldn’t keep her fingers on his chin from all his squirming.

“A sensitive chin? Now that’s new.” Riza observes, quelling the urge to smirk at the way Edward rolls half-way onto his stomach, ears pink and flustered. He even lets go of her hand, which she doesn’t waste hovering it right over his spine. He’s probably had enough of waiting, anyways.

“Are you ready for your turn, Edward?” Her nonchalant question makes the boy flinch, and he shakes his head rapidly with giggles already spilling out. “Why are you laughing already? I haven’t even touched you yet.”

“Be-becahause Ling’s laughihing!” Edward complains. “IHIHIH’M SAHAHARRY!! IT TIHIHICKLES-IT-IT-IHIHIHI CAHAHAHAN’T STAHAHAHAP!!!” Ling sputters and wheezes out between his laughter. “Edward, how could you laugh at your friend like that?”

Edward stutters for an answer, but the moment he opens his mouth all that comes out is a loud, high-pitched yelp as Riza drags all five fingers down the length of his spine, causing him to arch away.

He exploded with laughter, maybe even louder than Ling’s as she massages her knuckles into the center of his shoulder blades, a loud resounding snort escaping along with it. That only causes Ling to laugh harder, scrunching up his neck.

So she tries the next best thing and goes for his belly.

He immediately melts at the affectionate tickling.

He finally goes for some form of defense, balling up fetally to try and protect his poor belly, but Riza’s hand was already there and it wasn’t leaving anytime soon.

“Oh wow, I’m surprised that you’re both so ticklish.” Riza happily comments to the two snorting, giggling, cackling boys, heads in her lap with varying degrees of blush on their faces. Carefree, just like she’d been going for all day.

No tension in the shoulders, no discreet defensive stance, no underlying tension like only minutes before.

It was just them, giggling and cackling away like nobody’s business.

“HEHEHEHELP MEHEHEHE!!!” Edward cried out, causing the smile Riza sports to stretch further. “I CAHAHAN’T!!! I CAN’T-PLEHEHEHEHEHEAAAHAHAH-” The poor thing snorts gain when she switches to his side.

Ling tries with all his might to latch onto something-anything to ground himself, eventually finding Edward’s arm and holding on for dear life as he giggled himself silly. However, Riza decides to take advantage of this, and the Xingese soon-to-be-emperor squeals and tries to defend himself when she starts drilling right under his arm.

This, as luck would have it, clearly didn’t weaken his grip on Ed’s arm, only causing him to fling it up and out of the way and only making Edward even more accessible to her.

This was almost too easy.

Edward screams out the moment Riza targets his armpit, his thrashing increasing tenfold as his legs begin to kick and kick endlessly. She had to switch to the other one just so he wouldn’t throw himself off the couch.

“LEHEHET ME GOHOHO!!! LIHIHIHIHING!! LETGOLETGOLETGOLETGO-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH NOT THERE NOT THEHEHEHEHERE!!!” Pleading got him nowhere, his free arm flailing wildly and frantically colliding with Ling’s shoulder as the two poor teens seemed to only make it worse for each other. It was beyond hilarious to witness.

“STAHAHAHAP, I BEHEHEHEG I BEG-PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!!” Ling failed miserably to keep himself together, arching his back away as if that would ever help him escape. She didn’t even have to tease either of them like Colonel or-God forbid-Havoc would have certainly done; her staying silent through this ordeal only seemed to make them beg more.

Edward yelps out curse after curse, with Ling squealing and pleading desperately by his side as she gives them no mercy. And honestly, she would have given them this kind of treatment for an extra twenty minutes or so.

If it weren’t for Edward accidentally grabbing and clawing at Ling’s shoulder blade, that is.

“HOLY-FAHAHAHAHAHAHACK!!!”

Riza and Edward both jolted at the curse that split the air in two, and the former was so surprised that she immediately let up in her assault, causing the two teens to fall right off the couch in a mess.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuhuhuhuck!!” Ling desperately pawed at his shoulder blade, trying to vanquish the tingly sensation as Edward melts into a fit of natural laughter across from him, clutching his stomach.

“Whahahahat the fahahack!? When’d you start cuhuhursing, idiot prince!?” Ling balled in on himself with embarrassment, letting out a high pitched whine that had Edward positively rolling. Riza could do nothing but sigh fondly as Edward’s relentless laughter was teasing enough for the Xingese Prince’s ‘bad manners’.

Well, he kept laughing until the door was pried open, at least.

“Lieutenant Hawkeye! We heard screaming and-”

Everyone in the room paused the moment both Colonel Mustang and Brigadier General Hughes entered the room, an almost awkward kind of silence kicking in.

“...Ah.”

“DON’T YOU ‘AH’ ME, DUMBFUCK!!!” Edward was quick to get defensive, pointing an accusatory finger at the two now smirking men, face redder than the coat he used to wear. Ling lets out an aborted wheeze as the Colonel makes eye contact with Riza.

She can just tell what he’s asking for.

And she, once again, shows no mercy.

“The boys are all yours, Colonel, General.”

It hadn’t even taken five seconds before something crashed in the office, the frightened shriek of the former-Fullmetal Alchemist and the loud ‘HAVE MERCY!!!’ from the Xingese Prince only serving to make her smile more indulgent.

The two men got to work on making the melody of their laughter pound through her very ribs, as Riza herself simply picks up the files and pen she previously abandoned.

She breathes in the positivity like well-made coffee, chuckling to herself as the four, man and boy alike, run and race around the room, the two youngers getting caught and escaping with barely their lives to spare, only to get tackled once again for their sweet, uplifting laughter.

Yes, this was better than their paranoia.

Much, much better.

#Okay #The phrase Ling said was basically #'You look beautiful!!!'#bc #yk #I'm an Edling stan #so it had to happen folks #ANYWAYS #fmab tickles #ler!riza #lee!edward #lee!ling #slightly ler!mustang #slightly ler!hughes #HBWriting #fullmetal alchemist tickling

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Rainbow main RRL fictional United Irish committee part 2 of 2... wall of lore text on the lineup under the cut

Part 1

Captain James "Jim" Wilkes - the leader of a military cell (UI cell within the army -- these really existed and the government was very worried about them), a devoted reformer who offered to form a UI cell from interested parties among his men roughly two hours after his regiment was stationed on Lord Durham's land. Useful for providing information about what nonsense the forces of law and order are going to pull next

Edward Perry - deceased narrative haunter of a dead leader of a cell which focused on assassination. He was Rearden's close friend before dying of The Fever while awaiting trial in prison and Rearden is still obsessed with him

William Rearden - former British Army rifleman and the committee's main tactician. Like his friend Whittaker, he lets others do his dirty work for him, but he also trains UI who wish to learn how to imitate, at least, his terrifying skill with a rifle. He owns a linen company, &c

Lady Maria Whittaker - an Englishwoman who clawed her way up from being the impoverished daughter of a Jacobite exile to being an information broker who terrorises reformers and reactionaries indiscriminately. Whether or not she's even loyal to this committee in particular is up for debate. She is a Gentlewoman™️

Devi Chandrasekhar - young linguist from what is today Tamil Nadu, on a tour of Europe in order to learn several more languages. Naturally, she does translations and negotiations, having been absorbed into the committee by virtue of boarding with the Hoyles during her stay in Ireland

Patrick Dolan - another Defender leader, a sort of godfather to Eoin O'Donnell's Defender lodge. He acts as another mediator between the Defenders and the committee, though he stays more in the background than Breen does. He makes his money being a slightly more well off tenant farmer

Samuel "Sammy" Gowan - proud member of the growing urban Catholic middle class originally from Co. Armagh. He's a good lad but no one is actually sure where his money comes from and he's been spending a weird amount of time around the army barracks lately... and what was that the barman at the Medusa said about seeing him coming in with that fencible fella to point out other UI? It's just not like him -- I'm sure it's nothing, though :)

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Coffee in the park with Liz, please and thanks

Ah!! bless you!!

Elizabeth Donnelly x reader some language, completely unedited, pure fluff. Lort i miss Liz. Also this is only a hour past midnight meaning it counts for Ms Judith Light's birthday, right? LOL ETA; Because im an idiot and forgot. covers the coffee shop sq for @adarafaelbarba bingo!

It was technically still winter and you knew you were due for another cold snap later on in the month, but today happened to be one of those miraculously balmy, warm and sunny days. The days that you could actually forgo the full winter parka, instead of seeing your breath, sunbeams shined through the air and there was an overall sense of joy and freedom through the city. Days like today you wanted to take full advantage of the sunlight, knowing that it might be back to grey skies and chilly temps within the next twelve hours.

You knew Liz wasn’t in court today, it was a paperwork day and that likely meant she hadn’t left her chambers since she got there that morning. You wandered your usual route through the courthouse halls, leaving a gentle knock on her door before pushing it open and sure enough she was behind her desk, empty Tupperware beside her. She glanced up, her face shifting into a warm smile when she noticed it was you approaching her desk.

“And to what do I owe this lovely surprise.” She asked, a hand caressing at your cheek as you leant down to kiss her hello.

“Figured I’d swing by.”

“It’s a little late for lunch.” She gestured to the empty container, “though I am eternally grateful for those leftovers.”

“You’re welcome.” You grinned, “and I know, I was thinking coffee.”

“Well I don’t see a tray in your hand.” She teased and you laughed, grabbing at her hand.

“Nope. Because we’re going out!”

“Sweetheart I’ve got to finish this.”

“Yeah? For when?” You eyed her suspiciously and her cheeks pinked.

“Next Thursday.”

“Exactly.” You pressed a tender kiss to her cheek, “so we’re gonna hit Blue Spoon because you never stop bragging that they make your cappuccino the best in the city, and I’ve been craving their homemade chocolate chip cookies and I want a batch for dessert.”

“And then?” She raised a brow and you chuckled, watching her slip her coat back on and pick up her purse.

“A walk through the park. It’s really nice out today and your office barely has a window, you need some sunshine.”

“Are you saying I’m dull?” She teased and you feigned offence.

“Never in my life.”

Smiling, you accepted her hand in yours, fingers interlacing easily as you made your way out of the courthouse in perfect sync. Elizabeth had to admit, even just seeing you in the middle of a long work day made her mood skyrocket, she was forever grateful that you worked mainly from home and made your own schedule, able to work around hers when needed and you never once lectured her from working the long hours required. You’d simply show up to surprise her, leave a little treat on her desk for her to find later, make sure she had a healthy lunch to eat, or even just shoot off a text accompanied by a photo of whatever you were doing that day, or ingredients for dinner that she had to look forward to that night.

But her favourites were always these little outings, where she got to slip out of the Judge role and into just being her, where she knew no one from work would bother her since you were at her side, ones where she got to hold you hand, listen to you talk about your day, what you were excited for that coming weekend.

You practically bounded into the café, greeting the barista with a warm smile and they started your usual drink order without even having to ask. Elizabeth had always been courteous and friendly with the staff, but you were always so enthusiastic when you chatted with them that she was pretty sure they liked you better nowadays. She secretly knew that was confirmed when there were an extra three cookies in the package you bought.

She let out a happy sigh when the two of you stepped into the park, linked arm in arm as you sipped at your beverages. You’d obviously picked the perfect time, late enough that the usual lunch crowd would have returned to their offices, and the kids were still in school, so that even despite the warmer day, the park wasn’t that crowded. The sun beamed through the air, warming both of you even more than the love and coffee surging through your veins, birds were chirping, swooping through the sky and there was a general overall feeling of happiness in the park. The younger kids that were playing giggling and playfully shrieking as they ran through the grass. It was as if the sense of coming change of seasons was making everyone just that much more positive.

You and Liz didn’t talk much during your walk, just there to enjoy each other’s company, coffee and the fresh air. There were a few comments here or there about where to have dinner that Friday, Liz wanted to take you out, treat you to a special night, even suggesting a nice shopping trip on Saturday. Blushing, you reminded her she didn’t need to do things like that, she was stuck with you at this point. She laughed in return, leaving a kiss on the tip of your nose,

“One of these days you’ll eventually remember that I simply like to spoil the people I love.”

“We both like to spoil in our own ways.” You grinned back and she chuckled.

“A cup of coffee or a home cooked meal means just as much if not more than anything luxurious, you know that, right?”

“You always say you already have everything you want, so yes, I remember.”

“I have you.” She smiled, stealing a kiss, “what more could I possibly want?”

“You’re going to make me either cry or throw up, I’m not sure which.” You laughed and she playfully rolled her eyes, though it turned into an actual eye roll when her phone pinged from her pocket. Picking it up she swiped through the notification, “duty calls?”

“Just Casey, whatever advice she wants she can wait until we’ve finished the loop.”

You felt yourself trying not to beam at the way Elizabeth repocketed her phone, it was work, there was always a chance it was urgent and she’d get a mini lecture from the prosecutor later on, but it didn’t matter. Right now she had you on her arm, a half full coffee and the sunshine was restoring her energy to get through the rest of the day. Though it wasn’t much longer before the two of you reached the end of the loop, emerging onto the street facing the courthouse and her phone pinged once again. You let out a little giggle, tossing your coffee cup into the trash.

“Little miss popular.” You teased, “Casey again?”

“Alex.” She rolled her eyes, “but on Casey’s behalf.”

“Well,” you nudged her, “go. And see what they’re doing this weekend, we should have them over for dinner again soon.”

“I’ll ask.” She cupped your cheek softly, leaning in to kiss you tenderly, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Thank you for the coffee, and the dose of sunshine.” She grinned, “though you give me enough of that without actually having to go outside.”

“Puke Liz. Puke.” You deadpanned before laughing, surging to kiss her again, “you’ll be home for dinner?”

“Of course.” She smiled, “what’s on the menu?”

“I fell down a Pinterest hole, picked up stuff for enchiladas.”

“Sounds delicious.” She was barely finished her sentence before her phone began ringing and she let out a low swear, kissing your cheek, “I’ll see you later.”

You squeezed her hand once more before you went your separate ways. Even with the interruption Elizabeth felt a million times better after seeing you, she always did, and she knew that no matter what, she always would. You were the only midday break she needed, the only sunshine required, the warmth in the middle of a cold winter, as long as she had you on her side, she was set for life.

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