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[borathae]

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• Reise (German, journey)

Warnings: Jinnie & OC share a cute friendship date, he tells her his story, there is also lots of grief in this chapter, and vampire on vampire violence & death

Wordcount: 10.3k

a/n: lots is happening in this chapter. get ready, besties

You feel ready to face the world come the next morning. You know that at some point yesterday the others knocked on your door, but you were too busy with housing Yoongi’s face between your legs to open the door for them. They gave up afterwards, doing god knows what.

Yoongi was still in the bathroom, while you were lounging on your bed fully dressed and with your hair actually styled.

Your stomach is rumbling like crazy. You are so hungry. You are going to eat ten servings of breakfast, that much is sure.

“Yoongi, how long are you still going to take? I’m so hungry”, you call out for him.

“Soon. Be patient”, he calls back.

“Uff”, you let out and drop into the sheets, “he’s taking so long.”

As if he heard your words, the lock suddenly turns. You sit back up.

Yoongi comes out in the outfit he chose. Black pants and a black t-shirt. Typical for him. You coo and whistle, flustering him deeply. 

“Stop that”, he hisses. 

“You are the most handsome”, you gush, “give me a pose.”

“No.”

“Come on, one pose.”

“No.”

You wiggle your brows at him to which he rolls his eyes. He sighs, then gives you the tiniest of poses. Just his arms stretched away from his torso and with his legs perfectly straight.

“Ooh perfect pose. Nine out of ten, the execution was flawless, your face doesn’t convince me however.”

Yoongi drops his arms. 

“Whatever, you got your pose. Can we go now?”

“Yes”, you say and waddle to him just to grab his waist and knead it. 

“Don’t”, he says, squirming out of your hold like a cat that doesn’t want to be held. 

“Are you ticklish? That’s the second time you are squirming. Please tell me that you’re ticklish”, you say, making grabby hands at his waist. 

Yoongi dodges you skilfully, grabbing your wrists to hold them tightly.

“I’m not ticklish. I just don’t like being kneaded like I’m bread.”

“But you are bread. You’re my sweet bread.”

“Stop”, he hisses.

“No”, you grin at him.

“You brat”, he mumbles, intertwining his fingers with you to drag you out of the room.

You know that Yoongi doesn’t see brat as an insult – at least not for you or Jungkook – so you giggle, skipping next to him whilst swinging your arms back and forth.

“I’m so happy we’re together again, Yoongi Boongie. I’m so excited to see the world with you.”

Yoongi locks his hotel room then puts the keys into the front pocket of his jacket.

“Don’t get too excited. I can’t promise you lots of sightseeing. Not with my schedule.”

“I’m sure that we will find some time”, you draw closer, squishing your cheek against his shoulder, “if not, I’ll just have to force you to relax.”

He sneaks a glance at you, trying to frown but ending up giving your cheek a soft peck.

“You should get some breakfast before anything else”, he says, “I don’t want you walking around hungry.”

“Mhm right”, you agree, “I’m so hungry already. I plan on emptying the entire buffet.”

“I’m sure you will. You should eat lots, princess. You need the strength”, he says, caressing your knuckles.

You meet Hoseok by the elevator.

“Oh? Hey guys”, he says and yawns, “how did you sleep?”

“Better than you so it seems”, you say, sticking your finger into his open mouth which earns you a soft bite.

With a hiss you pull back, sending him a look while Hoseok is grinning boyishly.

“I actually slept very well. Too well, if I’m being honest”, he says, stepping into the elevator, “The others and I went out last night and it got pretty late. We wanted to ask you guys if you wanted to come but you were fucking.”

“So uncalled for, Hobi” you mumble, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“Don’t worry, you guys sound good when you fuck.”

“Hoseok”, you warn.

“Okay, okay sorry”, Hoseok chuckles, lifting his hands in defeat.

“Tch so rude”, you mumble, nudging his tummy, “either way. Where did you guys go?”

“Just a rave. Tae knew about it and asked us to go with him. You guys, people in Berlin know how to rave. I had so much fun, no joke”, Hoseok says.

“Mhm, I bet you did.”

“Yeah and Tae tried to flirt with Kook all night, but Kook refused him. Honestly? I think something happened between those two that Kook doesn’t want to tell us. There is a weird energy between them, which I can’t quite make out.”

“So you noticed it too? I felt it too”, you agree.

“Yeah it’s so strange. I’m telling you, those two are gonna fuck real soon. I can feel it.”

“Tch”, you chuckle, “I think you’re just being a perv again. Seriously Hobi, stop being so invested on other people’s sex life.”

Hoseok grins boyishly, “I’ll try”, he says, not meaning it. Then he averts his eyes to Yoongi, “how are you, man? I didn’t get a chance to talk to you yesterday, given how you and ___ just bailed and then railed each other for an entire day.”

“Geez Hoseok”, you murmur, flustering deeply.

Yoongi doesn’t show that he was flustered, looking at Hoseok with a neutral expression.

“I’m good”, he answers him nonchalantly.

“I heard that you are feeling these days”, Hoseok smiles then places his hand on Yoongi’s shoulder, “I’m happy for you.”

“Thanks”, Yoongi mumbles, now clearly flustered, “I uhm..” he clears his throat, “…you dyed your hair?” his sentence almost sounds like a question, as if he wanted to make sure that such a sentence was a good small talk starter.

Hoseok touches his black hair, fixing his sides with the back of his hands.

“I did. I was getting fed up with always having to redo the blonde, so I’m keeping it simple these days”, he says, fluffing up the back, “although I’m keeping it longer. It suits me, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, uh…it’s uh…a good length.”

“Thanks”, Hoseok gives Yoongi a sweet grin, making the latter look away in shyness. Hoseok gives him one last pat on his shoulder then steps back, exchanging a knowing look with you. This right here was Yoongi trying to be nice and being very awkward about making friends. You won’t call him out on it. It’s way too sweet to ruin it.

“I see that you’re growing your hair too. It’s funky, I like it”, Hoseok compliments Yoongi to which the latter flusters and touches the side of his neck.

“Thanks”, he mumbles.

Hoseok turns to you, knowing that Yoongi already said what he wanted to say.

“So did you guys catch up with each other?” he asks.

“You’re gross.”

“I’m not gross”, he says and studies your neck, “it seems like you guys did.”

“You are so inappropriate”, you groan, covering your neck, “where are the others?”

“Eating breakfast. They woke up early and went downstairs already. I don’t get how they did, it became so later yesterday. I almost didn’t manage to get outta bed today and that says a lot because normally I’m always the first one awake.”

“Maybe you just slept deeper than the others.”

“Yeah, probably. The pillows are so comfortable.”

“Right? I think so too. Gosh, no joke though? I can’t wait to eat. I’m so freaking hungry”, you say, stepping out the elevator as it arrived in the lobby just this moment.

“You’ll get food soon, I’m sure of it”, Hoseok assures you, walking next to you with a smooth swing in his hips. The chains on his baggy jeans make a little jingling sound with each step he takes.

The hotel’s restaurant is located just past the lobby, behind a set of swing doors. They are currently held open by two big statues, giving view to the tables and the busy restaurant.

You abandon Yoongi and Hoseok by them, hurrying straight to the buffet. You are way too hungry to care about anything other than food.

It was the right decision. You are greeted with the most delicious looking food and an array of beverages to accompany it and for the next minutes you are focused on nothing other than getting the best array of food onto your plates.

You decide to go for one plate of salty food and one plate of sweet food, topping it with a cup of tea and a glass of orange juice. Truly, you feel in breakfast paradise, hurrying to your table with a tray in your hands.

The others picked out a table in the darkest corner of the restaurant, far away from sunlight so they wouldn’t have to sit in this room with sunglasses on. It’s a good decision, otherwise they would draw way too much attention on them.

Jungkook is frowning at Taehyung, chewing his breakfast donut way too aggressively when you arrive by the table. The latter is talking to Seokjin, oblivious to Jungkook’s stares. Or at least he acts oblivious to them.

“Good morning”, you greet them.

Jungkook’s eyes shift to you, lighting up.

“Good morning, ___. How are you?” he says and smiles.

“Very good and you?” you say, sitting down with Yoongi’s help.

“So good”, Jungkook scrunches his nose up, “I’m so happy that you are here now. I really missed you.”

“I missed you too, Kookie. I’m happy to be here with you”, you say and thank Yoongi for pushing in your chair, “waah I can’t wait to dig in”, you say and shift your full attention to the food.

Yoongi sits back down, accepting the cup of coffee you brought him. He drinks it with sparkling eyes, even if other than that, he looks unaffected by the gesture.

“The food’s amazing, isn’t it?” Seokjin asks.

“It’s amazing”, you mumble with your mouth full.

Seokjin smiles fondly and looks at Yoongi.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

“I heard that you’re still looking for Emma.”

“Yes, but I have a lead. I want to check it out today.”

“Mhm, maybe you’ll find her.”

“Thank you. I hope so too.”

“How long are you guys going to stay?” Jungkook asks.

“A while. I can’t say yet”, you say, glancing at Yoongi, “you won’t get rid of me that easily however, I plan on being by your side for a long time.”

Yoongi lowers his eyes shyly.

“That’s good news. I’m happy that you are here now”, Jungkook says and grins, “I swear it’s been too long since we last talked.”

“Right? We really have to catch up”, you agree.

“Yes, indeed. I would love to catch up with you”, Taehyung says, sending Jungkook a look.

One which Jungkook ignores with a clenched jaw. There it was again, that weird tension between them.

“I heard that you want to find Emma in Berlin”, Jungkook says, looking at Seokjin, “that’s so cool, hyung. I seriously hope that you will find her.”

One must know that they had this same exact conversation already. Jungkook is attempting to act uninterested in Taehyung’s attention.

“Me too to be honest”, luckily for him, Seokjin is burning to talk about it again. It is, after all, everything he is thinking about lately, “I miss her more and more each day”, he says, sighing loudly, “I feel like my heart could burst with all the love I have for her.”

“Maybe you should prepare for the worst”, Yoongi says, making you all look at him, “I’m just saying, you haven’t seen Emma in a century. She could have changed or found someone else.”

“Yoongi, don’t say that”, you whisper, nudging his arm.

“What? I’m just saying”, Yoongi whines.

“Yes, but let’s hope for the best first and think of the worst last.”

Yoongi frowns, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“No, he’s right”, Seokjin says, “I shouldn’t put so much hope in this search. I know that it will end in more heartbreak than happiness. I’m so fucking childish, aren’t I?”

“No, you’re not.”

“Maybe just really naïve”, Yoongi says.

“Yoongi, come on”, you whisper.

“What? I’m just saying.”

“Seriously, it’s fine ___”, Seokjin assures you, “I can take the truth. I actually prefer it. Thank you for keeping it real, Yoongi.”

“Mhm yeah”, Yoongi nods his head, “I hope that you find her and it turns out well for you. Don’t think that I don’t.”

“I know, thank you”, Seokjin gives him a smile. One which Yoongi doesn’t retort as he is far too shy to do so. Seokjin looks at the rest of you, “I’ll leave after breakfast. You guys are free to join me if you want to.”

“I’ll pass. Kook and I have to track down a few of Namjoon’s followers. You guys are free to join us”, Yoongi says and looks at you, “not you though. You should go with Seokjin, it’s too dangerous with us.”

“I figured that it was”, you say, looking at Seokjin, “can I come with you? I promise that I’ll be quiet if you find her. You won’t even notice that I’m here.”

“Of course you can come”, Seokjin says, nodding his head, “I’ll just have to change into different clothes and then we can go.”

“Sure, take your time. I’ll be getting another plate of those amazing scrambled eggs either way”, you say, standing up to refill your plate.

You retreat to your rooms after breakfast, getting ready for the day. While Yoongi and his group prepare by putting on their sturdiest clothes, you and Seokjin choose something light to walk around in. After all, you weren’t planning on fighting anyone today. At least you hope that you won’t have to.

You meet up again outside the hotel where Yoongi already parked his car. The latter lets his eyes run up and down your body once before he looks at Seokjin instead.

“I’m trusting you to keep her safe”, he tells him.

“Don’t worry, I will”, Seokjin promises him.

“Good”, Yoongi says and turns to you.

“Stay safe”, you say and step close to kiss his lips, but Yoongi takes a step back. He sends you a look, one you figured out long ago stems from a place of discomfort public shows of affection bring him.

“Uhm”, he places his hand atop your head to give you two pats. Then he steps back, “I’ll see you later”, he says and presses himself past you to stomp to the car. 

“Don’t take it personal, ___”, Hoseok tries to comfort you, but you dismiss him with a shake of your head. 

“I know how he meant it. I know how he is.” 

“Well, that’s good. I’m sure he’s very thrilled about your sweet words.”

“I’m sure he is”, Taehyung says with a reassuring smile. He leans in to kiss your cheek, “stay safe, my darling. And call me if you need anything.”

“You too, my darling. I’ll call you”, you tell him, looking at the others, “and you too. I want you all back in one piece.”

“We will, don’t worry”, Hoseok says. 

“I’ll see you later, ___”, Jungkook says and grins.

He is the first one to leave, taking the passenger seat. Taehyung is next, wishing you a nice day. Hoseok was the last one to leave, giving Seokjin and you a hug each. They drive off moments later, leaving you and Seokjin alone by the hotel.

You turn to Seokjin.

“So where to now?” you ask him. He is looking into his phone as he is currently planning the route you will have to take to get to your destination. He lifts his eyes, looking at you.

“The train station. According to my sources, Emma was spotted a little outside of Berlin”, Seokjin explains.

“Lead the way then”, you say, beginning your journey of finding Emma.

Seokjin is shimmying nervously the entire train ride with his left knee bouncing up and down nervously and his nails between his teeth. He doesn’t talk a lot as he is most definitely lost in his thoughts. You understand him. It must be really exciting for him to possibly meet Emma today. You spent most of the time reading the book you brought with you. It was a really good book.

You lift your head to check up on him. He is shimmying even more than he did before. Poor boy. You place the bookmark on the right page and set the book aside after to reach over and pat his knee.

Seokjin flinches as he didn’t expect the touch, breaking his eyes away from outside to look at you.

“Are you okay?” you ask him.

“Why?”

“Because you’ve been fidgeting ever since we boarded this train.”

“No, I’m literally dying in nervousness”, Seokjin confesses, “I could potentially meet Emma today. It’s killing me. Do I look good? Did I overdo it?”

You study him from head to toe.

Seokjin decided on a combination of a beige linen suit and a white button up under a linen corset vest. It is accentuating his petite waist and broad shoulders. He also opted for closed brown leather shoes, but already regrets his choice as his feet are terribly hot. He wanted to wears gloves as well, but thankfully decided against them, going for golden rings and an expensive watch instead.

“I think you look very handsome”, you tell him.

Seokjin looks at his own reflection in the train window, fixing strands of his hair. It didn’t need any fixing, but Seokjin thought that it really did.  

“Did I overdress? Oh god, did I actually overdress?” he says, twisting and turning in his seat as he inspects his distorted reflection. He has long stopped dressing well every day. He did so for the longest time, but as the decades became more relaxed and the fashion less and less body fitting, Seokjin also stopped dressing up daily. He still likes to dress well, but he doesn’t do so every day. There are even days where he spends his hours in nothing but his pyjamas and fluffy slippers. He calls those days his free days and wants to do nothing more than lie around and play games. He thinks that he might have overdressed today. He looks ridiculous.

“No, you look good”, you assure him, “don’t worry Jinnie, she’ll see you and swoon.”

Seokjin looks at you with pink ears.

“You think so?” he asks in a shy voice.

“Yes, I really do”, you say, giving him a smile, “it fits you very well.”

Seokjin touches his own tummy, rubbing it gently.

“Thank you”, he murmurs shyly, eyes running over his own legs, “I probably should have dressed in white tie attire, because she doesn’t deserve any less. Oh dear, did I under dress?” he gasps with widened eyes, “should I have worn a tie? I should have, shouldn’t I? Oh god.”

Seokjin quickly fetches his phone and looks for the closest tailor. “I have to get tie. A, a brown one, matching with my shoes. Or perhaps should I get a black one for a certain dot of change? Maybe a colourful one would be best”, he babbles and huffs out air, touching his own forehead, “I can’t decide. What if I choose the wrong colour and Emma will hate it? ___, I don’t know what to do”, he says, looking at you for help.

“Relax. You look handsome just the way you are”, you assure him, taking his hand to squeeze it gently, “don’t worry about it too much.”

Seokjin exhales loudly, sagging his shoulders in defeat.

“You are right. Oh god, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m so nervous. This is the clearest lead I’ve ever gotten. I’ve never been that close to finding her.”

“I can only imagine how excited you are.”

“I’m so excited, but also really nervous. Do you really think that she’ll like my outfit?”

“Yes, she will. I’m honest.”

“Okay, okay. Good, yes good”, Seokjin exhales in relief, “I’m seriously going insane.”

“I can’t even tell”, you tease him.

Seokjin wanted to throw something back at you, but can’t as the train announces your stop.

“Oh! It’s our stop”, he gasps, jumping to his feet, “quick! It’s our stop!”

“Seokjin, wait for me”, you say, stumbling to your feet and running after Seokjin.

Seokjin is already by the door, fumbling with the buttons on his vest. He wonders if people can see how nervous he was or if he is hiding it well enough.

The doors open. You reach his side, panting slightly.

“You are way too fast”, you say.

You let a couple and an elderly man leave the train before you, then it is finally your turn to get off. The crowd is tense on the platform, an array of languages surrounds you. Many Seokjin understands, but countless more are unknown to him. There is a British couple arguing about whether or not they have to take this train three stations or two. There is a group of Turkish girls giggling about how beautiful it was here and that the sun was just right. Seokjin agrees with them, fixing the dark sunglasses perched atop his nose. As long as he has his glasses, the sun is wonderful. There is a friend group of Korean guys, who currently talk about whether to go left or right on the platform. They send Seokjin a look as you and he pass them and for a moment he wonders if they wanted to call out to him to ask for his advice. He hopes that they don’t because his Korean is rusty these days. They don’t in the end and the two of you leave them on the platform, never to see them again.

There are also too many locals to count, speaking on the phone, listening to music, talking to each other. Seokjin understands their conversations, but soon stops listening in, hurrying up the stairs to the exit.

He takes two at a time, careful not to bump into people.

“Seokjin slow down, I’m not that fast”, you complain, trying to keep up with him.

Seokjin turns, looking at you.

“I’m sorry”, he says, slowing down, “I was lost in my thoughts. Are you okay?”

“Yes, just out of breath”, you reach his side, holding his arm to make sure that he can’t escape again, “what were you thinking about either way?”

“Just that there are many people here”, he says, intertwining his fingers with you, “come, let’s get outside. I’m sure there are less people on the street.”

Seokjin was right. The crowds become less tense once you are upstairs, breaking up completely once you are outside the station.

The two of you stop just a few steps down the road under a tall oak tree. He inhales deeply. You do the same. The air is so much fresher here than it was in Berlin.

“It smells so good here”, you say.

“I think so too”, he agrees and sighs, “it’s good. It means that Emma can breathe in good air day by day.”

You sneak a glance at him, having to smile fondly. He is adorable when he is in love.

Seokjin scrunches his nose up at the feeling of butterflies in his tummy. He giggles and continues walking with a slight skip in his steps, swinging your hands back and forth.

“Do you think that she will recognise me?”

“I’m sure she will.”

“How do you think will she react? I’m so scared that she doesn’t want to see me or hear me out.”

“I mean, the possibility is definitely there, but I am sure that it won’t be like that.”

“Oh god do you think so? Oh god what if I mess up?” he says, touching his own forehead, “I’ve been practicing my words in my head ever since the morning, but what if I mess up?”

“Well, what do you want to do?” you ask him.

“I will start by greeting her. I have to get a bouquet of tulips. In yellow, because that has always been her favourite colour. She says it’s because yellow makes her skin glow and I think so too”, he says, smiling, “oh ___, I’ve always loved it most when she wore yellow dresses, she looked so beautiful in them”, Seokjin says and smiles dreamily, doing a little skip in his steps because he felt happy, “I can’t wait to see her again. I’m sure that she is even more beautiful than she was in the past. She has to be. She is Emma. Of course she will grow more beautiful day by day.”

“You are so whipped”, you say, nudging his arm with your own.

He sends you a look, pouting. His ears are beet red in embarrassment.

“Whatever, I’m just saying”, he mumbles, making you chuckle fondly.

You cross into a corner, dodging a woman before she could collide with you. You cross paths with a mellifluous scent of fresh coffee next. It halts your steps.

“Oh it smells amazing here”, you say.

“Right?” Seokjin agrees.

The two of you backtrack, looking into the opened café. There are currently three other people inside the small shop and the radio play slow jazz.

“Do you want to get a cup?” he offers.

“Only if they offer tea. I don’t like coffee”, you say.

“Want to check it out?”

“We could do that.”

And so it happens that you enter the café together, getting in line behind the other customers. You turn to Seokjin.

“So you plan on getting her tulips. Why is that?”

“Tulips have always been her favourite flowers”, Seokjin explains, “when we were dating, we had this tradition that I would bring home tulips after work and in return she would kiss my cheek. I always loved the tradition and I thought that maybe if I showed up with tulips, she would know who I am.”

“This is really sweet of you. Gosh Jinnie, you are really going all out aren’t you?”

“Am I overdoing it?”

“No, I don’t think you are.”

“Okay, okay good”, Seokjin says and looks around the café.

You do the same and for the next few minutes you share silence as you people watch.

The lady before you orders a macchiato and a croissant. She leaves after getting both. An elderly lady eats cake by the window and drinks black coffee with it. Another lady eats onion soup with fresh cheese sticks. There is also another young woman right behind you, reading a book whilst standing.

“It seems that this café is very popular with the ladies”, Seokjin says.

“Yes, it’s really pretty. I can see why.”

“Do you think that I should take Emma here for a date?”

“I mean, it is a beautiful spot”, you say, “maybe you could ask her.”

“Yes, I will do that”, Seokjin says and nods his head.

It is your turn to order. You choose to go with a cup of peppermint tea and a chocolate donut and Seokjin chooses to go with a cup of mocha latte.

You leave the café together, enjoying your refreshments whilst wandering through the beautiful streets. The buildings have many years written on them, but it is clear that they are well loved by the city. The architecture may be a part of history, but the façades are all clean. You think that Taehyung would love this type of architecture and if he was with you right now, he would ask to take a picture of you in front of one of the houses.

“May I ask”, you break the comfortable silence, “where did you hear about Emma’s whereabouts?”

“An old friend of mine”, Seokjin answers you, “he said that his partner spotted someone with Emma’s features boarding the train to Bernau.”

“I see. And is that source trustworthy?”

“I really hope that he is, otherwise I’ll be heartbroken.”

“Well then, let’s hope that he is”, you say, “how is your coffee?”

“Really good. How’s your tea?”

“Yummy.”

“Good, that’s good”, Seokjin says, stopping in his steps, “we have to go there”, he tells you, disappearing in a narrow alleyway.

You follow him.

“Where are we going now?” you ask him.

“A florist”, he says, looking into his phone, “I have to get tulips first.”

“I see. And where do we have to go then?”

“I can’t say yet. She must be somewhere here so maybe let’s walk around and hope that we can bump into her.”

“That sounds like a plan”, you say, taking a bite of your donut.

And so it happens that you and Seokjin find yourself wandering the streets of this small German town, gradually finishing your refreshments and talking about Seokjin’s life with Emma.

He tells you about how he met her when she just turned twenty three and that they spent six years together. Emma lived comfortably back then. She was neither a factory worker nor was she also part of the elite. Her father was a merchant doing trade with the Middle East and brought home enough money that they could live comfortably in a townhouse in London. Seokjin lived in London at that time as well, spending his days at the libraries in search for something that could entertain his endless boredom. He met Emma during one of his library visits and they instantly clicked.

Seokjin tells you that he planned on marrying her, but that he never got the chance to propose as she died before that could happen. He says that these days he knows that she didn’t and he admits that it hurts him that she never set out to look for him, but that he can’t blame her.

Seokjin also tells you that he tried to live a good life in case Emma stumbled upon him. He wanted to make a good impression on her and not scare her away.

Seokjin tells you about his time in the Wars. He hated it, but he saw it as his duty. If other men had to leave their homes, so had he. He healed a lot of people in the war with the help of his blood. He thought about being a vampire differently back then. He was more reckless. He thinks that he might have turned a few people as well without knowing that he did. The ones who were already too close to dying. Seokjin tells you that he never checked up on them again, but he thinks that he might have turned a few people without wanting to. Seokjin hopes that if he did, they are living a good life these days. Imagining that they couldn’t and that he was the reason for it, fills him with too much grief.

You assure him that if he did, they surely are because they had him as a sire. Seokjin smiled at you because of it and continued his story when you asked for more.

The sun had long passed its zenith by that time and Seokjin was able to take off his sunglasses. You had also checked on a big part of town already, but hadn’t met Emma yet.

Seokjin tells you that the years after Emma were filled with grief and hatred. He knew of Alpha, but could never bear to face them. He hated them so much that he wanted them dead, but he knew of their ages and knew not to intervene. Seokjin admits that there were many moments where he considered fighting them just so they could kill him and take the pain of losing Emma from him. Seokjin never really went through with it. So Seokjin left Europe to return to his home country, hoping to find happiness there and he did.

Seokjin met Jungkook in the seventies. The younger vampire lived in the sewers under the city of Busan at that time. Seokjin accidentally stumbled upon him as he followed a trail blood. Jungkook was in the middle of ripping a poor man apart and at first Seokjin wanted to kill him, but then Jungkook began crying. He fell to his knees and looked at Seokjin with innocent, heartbroken eyes and the involuntary murder covering his entire face and he begged him for help. That was when Seokjin felt pity for him, so he tells you, and he decided to take him in and the days of loneliness finally stopped.

Seokjin tells you that he trained a lot with Jungkook and that he is aware that he didn’t help him even remotely as much as Yoongi does these days, but that he tried to help as best as possible nonetheless. He gave him one of his rooms, bathed and clothed him and then introduced him to feeding from blood bags. And while Jungkook always turned feral when he ate and on many occasions that meant that Seokjin ended up with clashing bite wounds or broken bones, he never for a second regretted taking him in. 

You tell him that you were happy that he met Jungkook and that you were happy that they were still friends these days. By now the sun had wandered closer to the horizon and the town was hued in golden light. Emma you still haven’t found and the tulips began welting just slightly. Seokjin seemed hopeful still.

They met Hoseok two months after he turned. Seokjin showed him control as best as possible while Jungkook tried not to bite him too often. Hoseok never had problems with control, so Seokjin tells you. Sometimes they joked that if they hadn’t found him as early, Hoseok would have had moments of lost control as well. But maybe Hoseok was just incredibly talented in control. 

You agree with a fond chuckle.

Hoseok moved in with them soon after, but spent many days away from them as he wanted to travel the world. Seokjin and Jungkook wanted to come with him, but Jungkook couldn’t really leave the house back in the days. So Seokjin stayed with him, never once regretting it.

“I can imagine”, you say, “I’m really happy that you guys found each other. The bond you share is really precious, I think.”

Seokjin gives you a smile, “thank you”, he says and nudges your arm, “and now we found you. Our little family is growing.”

His words make you feel warm in your chest.

“Yeah, it’s growing”, you say, giving him a fond smile, “now where do we have to go next? It’s already getting dark.”

Seokjin’s smile drops, sadness replaces it.

“I don’t know”, he says, dropping onto a bench, “we’ve looked everywhere, but haven’t found her”, he says, looking at the wilted tulips, “fuck, I’m so stupid. Why did I think this could work? That I could just go to a random town and find her? It’s so goddamn dumb.”

You sit down next to him.

“Maybe we haven’t looked everywhere?”

“We have. You know that we have. If Emma was here, we would have found her”, Seokjin says, sagging his shoulders, “let’s go back to the hotel. This search feels hopeless.”

“Are you sure? Maybe we just have to try one more time?”

“No”, Seokjin shakes his head, “no, it was the same shit in New York and later Amsterdam. I follow stupid leads, buy tulips, only to realise that I’ve been chasing ghosts. Emma isn’t here. Fuck”, he presses out the last word, lowering his head, “I’m so fucking stupid.”

“No, you’re not. You’re hopeful that doesn’t make you stupid.”

“Then it makes me naïve. Let’s be honest.”

“Gosh, Jinnie I’m so sorry. Do you want a hug?”

“Yeah, I think I do”, he whispers, falling into your arms and resting his head on your shoulders.

“I wouldn’t mind walking another round”, you tell him, rubbing his back soothingly.

“I don’t know”, he says, “the tulips are already dead.”

“So let’s meet her without them. I’m sure she’ll appreciate the gesture nonetheless.”

“You are so positive. I want what you have”, he says, breaking away from you. He sends you a sad look, “fuck sorry, I was so preoccupied with telling you about me that I didn’t even notice that we were failing. And now it’s all coming back to me. I’m failing, aren’t I?”

“No, don’t say that. Even if we can’t find her tonight, I’m sure that we will find her somewhere else. I believe in your reunion”, you say, giving his thigh a soft squeeze.

“Thanks”, he whispers and sighs in defeat, “do you think that the others have more luck?” he asks you.

“I don’t know”, you answer him.

Jungkook is chasing after a Glutton, his face is covered in blood and from his exposed fangs acid drips. The Gluttons knows that she has no chance at escape. Not only is Jungkook a Ripper, but he has seven decades on her. She has no chance, even if she tries to run. He will catch her. And rip her to shreds. She passes by Luc. Luc was her friend, but he is dead by now. Killed by the Creator of whom she only heard stories of. Min Yoongi. The vampire that hunts vampires. Namjoon told her that she won’t ever have to meet him. She believed him and allowed him to turn her. She finally begins to realise that Namjoon lied to her back then and she wonders what else he lied about. Was he ever planning on keeping her safe? On making her his queen? Did he ever really love her or did all the sex she had with him mean nothing to him? Did he use her? Why is he not here? Why is he allowing his creations to be slaughtered?

She collides with a chest, screaming up in fear. Strong hands hold her arms, keeping her from fleeing. Her fearful eyes lift, locking eyes not with the Ripper like she expected to but with someone else. His eyes were dark red, his cheeks covered in black veins and from his fangs black blood was dripping.

“Who are you?” she presses out, “let me go! He will catch me!” she yells at him, eyes flitting behind her own back where the Ripper inches closer and closer, “let me go! He will kill me! He will-”

Her voice gets stolen from her as the unknown vampire rips through her throat. She gurgles and chokes, fighting for air and knowing that it won’t come.

“Die!” the vampire screams at her, throwing her to the ground. She slides past Jungkook, fighting for air as now her lungs were protesting from the impact. Seconds later she stops feeling as the vampire straddles her and begins bashing in her face.

“Die! Die! Die!” he screams, bringing her closer to actual death with every punch he throws.

This is the end, she thinks and stops thinking as darkness engulfs her.

“Die! You ugly cunt die! I hate you! Die! You killed him! Die! Die! Die!” Taehyung screams, punching the vampire over and over and over again. He is doing it. He is seeking revenge for Jimin. He is killing all of them. He is hurting Namjoon with it. “Die! Die! I hate you so much! Die!” He can’t remember how many he killed already. He blacked out with the first punch he threw. Did Yoongi even say that he wanted them dead? Taehyung can’t remember. He doesn’t care. He wants them dead. All of them. They need to die.

“Die! Fucking die!” Taehyung screams, having punched her head so many times already that by now he is punching his fists into a puddle of goo and the hard asphalt, “die! Fucking die!”

“Taehyung hey! Taehyung! Stop! Tae stop!” Yoongi has to yell over Taehyung’s heartbreaking screams. His grip is tight on the younger vampire’s shoulders. 

“Die! You did this! You did this! Die!”

“Taehyung! Stop! They’re already dead! Tae stop! There’s nothing left of them! Stop!”

Yoongi finally manages to pull him away, getting in front of him so he can’t storm back to the vampire.

“Leave. We’ll join you later”, he says over his shoulder at Jungkook and Hoseok and then the others lay forgotten to him, “I’m here now, Tae. Calm down.”

He wraps his arm around Taehyung’s waist so he can push him out of the hall this way. 

Taehyung lets him, screaming graphic curses at the already dead vampires. Only once he is outside and Yoongi managed to put quite a lot of distance between them and the factory, does Taehyung finally stop fighting him.

Taehyung roars, whipping around the rip out a poor, unsuspecting lamp post. Sparks of electricity cut through the air. Yoongi dodges them while Taehyung doesn’t even feel them hit his skin. He screams and throws the pole as far as it can go, which results in it piercing the asphalt a good four hundred feet away from them. It wobbles a few times before standing completely still.

Yoongi lets him, knowing that nobody can see them. Taehyung needs it. Yoongi knows that he does. 

Because after the outburst of anger, heartbreak follows. Taehyung wails, falling to his knees because the pain is dragging him down. He punches the asphalt. He punches and punches and punches until his hand is broken and even then he continues. He heals and punches and breaks his bones only to heal and repeat the process over and over again until the asphalt is grinded into fine powder and he physically couldn’t take another round of broken bones. 

Taehyung wheezes for air, staring at his shaking fingers. They are covered in his blood and the remnants of street. His hot tears drip down on his skin, washing away the dirt in streaks.

He gasps loudly, fighting for his right to breathe, sobbing because it doesn’t stop. No matter what he does, the pain doesn’t stop. And so he screams again. He screams and it doesn’t help. He killed them and it didn’t help. He hurt himself and it didn’t help. Nothing helps. He is hurting and nothing makes it stop.

Yoongi squats down in front of him, taking his hand. There are pieces of asphalt in his skin. Yoongi picks them out wordlessly and Taehyung lets him, crying loudly whilst clutching Yoongi’s hand as the only support he currently has. He sits down on the wet ground, soaking his clothes but why should he care? Why should he care about stupid fucking shit like wet clothes when his best friend is dead? Why should he care about anything? 

“Don’t do it”, Yoongi says, squeezing Taehyung’s hand.

Taehyung, who wanted to turn it all off, lifts his head to gawk at Yoongi.

“I know it’s tempting, but don’t do it”, Yoongi says. 

“Why not?” Taehyung’s face contorts in pain, “it hurts so much. I don’t know what to do.”

“I know Tae, I know.”

“I don’t know what to do with it. I love him so much and now that he is gone I don’t know what do to with it. It sits in my chest and hurts me. I don’t want to love him anymore, it hurts so much.”

“I know exactly how you feel, Tae. I’m here for you. Share the pain with me”, Yoongi insists. 

“I can’t do this anymore. My life is a living hell”, Taehyung sobs, dropping his head, “I want to die. Please kill me, hyung. Please.”

“I’m not gonna do that, get that outta your head.”

“Please”, Taehyung sobs, “please I can’t live without him. I can’t do this anymore.”

“I know how you feel, Tae”, Yoongi says, cupping Taehyung’s cheek to tilt his head up, “there are no words to describe how much you are hurting and every single second feels like a century of agony.”

Taehyung sobs because Yoongi speaks what he can’t put into words.

“I know how much it hurts. Fucking hell, it hurts so fucking much. Come here, Tae”, Yoongi says and pulls Taehyung into a hug by the back of his head.

Their chests collide harshly, Taehyung’s face gets pressed into the crook of Yoongi’s neck. 

“I’m here for you. I know how it feels to lose your best friend. The pain is unbearable, I know”, Yoongi says, hugging him tightly, “but please don’t turn it off. Use me to feel better, just don’t turn it off.”

Taehyung wraps his arms around Yoongi’s waist, whimpering a helpless “hyung” before falling back into his sobs and desperate cries.

“I’m here now, Tae. I’m here”, Yoongi whispers and holds him for as long as he needs to.

They don’t know how much time passed. Neither of them care. Yoongi knows that Taehyung needed to cry while Taehyung was just happy to have someone to lean on. To kill Namjoon’s creations knowing it was fruitless because even all the murders he will commit won’t bring Jimin back, broke Taehyung. Even if he finds Namjoon, even if he stares into his eyes and asks him why he killed Jimin, the outcome will be the same. Jimin is dead and Taehyung has to spend eternity without him. The fact became so painfully clear to him now that he was confronted with Namjoon’s creations. They get to live while his best friend had to die. Taehyung hated them so very much that he couldn’t stop. Even long after they were dead he couldn’t stop, wishing for them to die over and over again.

He would have turned it off tonight. If Yoongi wasn’t with him, holding him and understanding his pain, Taehyung would have turned it off. One year and his heart hurts just as much as it did on the day he lost Jimin. Taehyung can’t bear the pain anymore. Yoongi is the only thing keeping him from turning it all off.

Taehyung long stopped crying by now, head resting on Yoongi’s thigh and eyes glued to the lamp post in the distance. Yoongi runs his fingers through Taehyung’s hair, staring out into the night. His left hand is propped up on the asphalt, supporting his weight.

The position they find themselves in is peculiar, but Yoongi knows that Taehyung needed it. He was in the same situation than Taehyung long ago. After the human crafted the attack on him and the other Creators, Yoongi hurt unbearably for many years. He killed too many people to count in hopes of lessening the grief, but no amount of killing made the pain go away. So Yoongi understands why Taehyung lost control tonight. Why one single punch broke every ounce of self-control he possessed and why the taste of blood turned him maniac. He understands because he was in his situation as well. Too many times to count.

“Why do you want to help me?” Taehyung whispers.

“Why not?”

“Please answer my question.”

“Because”, Yoongi hesitates, eyes drifting up at the sky. He shifts his legs a little, making Taehyung’s head rise and sink with it.

Six months ago the situation between the two vampires was entirely different. Messed up and soaked with too much distaste. Never hatred, because while they fought a lot, they were still friends in the end. Friends of too many centuries, which perhaps explains why they fought so passionately without fearing that their bond may break. And while Yoongi still possessed distaste for what Taehyung did to you, he doesn’t want to punish him anymore. He can sense when someone needs help and if one of his longest friends was soaked in it, Yoongi can’t bear to stand idle by.  

“Because I went through all my shit without anyone by my side and I don’t want people to feel the way I had to feel during those times”, he says.

“I see”, Taehyung whispers.

Yoongi runs his fingers through Taehyung’s hair, watching the silent tears run down his face. He wipes them away wordlessly and begins massaging Taehyung’s earlobe. The latter reacts accordingly. His eyes fall closed, some of the tension in his face disappears.

“I regret locking you up”, Yoongi says.

Taehyung lifts his head, holding his breath in shock. Yoongi glances at him.

“You were a victim, not the culprit. I shouldn’t have kept you locked up for so long. I’m sorry.”

“It’s…I don’t know what to say.”

“It’s okay. It’s better if you don’t. It’s so fucking dumb to talk about.”

“No it’s good. I like talking to you. We haven’t ever done that.”

“That’s not true. We talked. In the prison when I consoled you”, Yoongi glances at him, “and the music nights”, he adds quietly.

“Ah yes, the music nights”, Taehyung says and smiles, “I guess I was wrong. Perhaps we stopped talking then.”

“Mhm, perhaps.”

“Why?”

“Because you piss me off so often.”

“I piss you off?”

“You’re reckless and get off on fucked up shit. It disgusts me that you do. Whenever I think of what you like in the bedroom, I dislike you.”

“Your honesty is harsh and hurts.”

“But it’s honest. I couldn’t give two shits about being honest with people I don’t care for.”

“So you care for me?”

“I don’t know, you punk.”

Taehyung laughs softly, lowering his head back onto Yoongi’s thigh. He runs his hand up and down the inside of it even if Yoongi tenses his muscles because of it. He tenses them, but doesn’t pull away for now. 

“I care for you too, hyung”, Taehyung confesses, “even if we fight a lot, I still care about you.”

“Yeah, we fight a lot, don’t we?”

“Yes, we do.”

“It’s ‘cause you piss me off.”

Taehyung chuckles honestly, “you annoy me many times as well, don’t think so highly of yourself.”

Yoongi scoffs, “I guess”, he says, shaking his thigh, “stop touching my thigh like that, you punk.”

Taehyung rolls onto his back, looking up at Yoongi. He caresses his tummy instead, running the back of his hand back and forth and forcing Yoongi to tense his muscles.

“Stop touching my stomach. What did I just tell you?” Yoongi hisses.

“You merely told me to stop touching your thigh, you never said not to touch your stomach”, Taehyung defends himself which earns him Yoongi’s fist against his chin in a tender nudge.

“Punk”, Yoongi murmurs, shifting his eyes back into the night.

Taehyung lets his eyes wander over Yoongi’s features. The last time he talked to the older vampire, they wanted to kill each other and Taehyung tried to hurt Yoongi in the most horrible of ways. He knows that what he did back then was awful.

“I’m sorry for what I said to you back then.”

Yoongi glances at him, but doesn’t react otherwise.

“I was anxious that I will have to spend the rest of my life in prison and I wanted to hurt you because of it. I shouldn’t have pushed your buttons that way”, Taehyung confesses, “I understand now why I shouldn’t have done it. You felt again and were overwhelmed by it. It was unfair of me to attack you.”

Yoongi shifts uncomfortably.

“It’s fine. Time passed, it’s in the past now”, he says quietly.

“I am glad that it is”, Taehyung says, turning his head to nudge Yoongi’s stomach with his nose.

The latter lets him with his widened eyes glued to him.

Taehyung looks up, eyes filled with less pain than they were all those hours ago.

“How long have we known each other now, hyung?” he asks Yoongi.

“I don’t know.”

“Was it the 1530s?”

“No. 1430s.”

“Six hundred years then.”

“I guess. You didn’t believe me when I told you that I was like you. Remember?”

“I didn’t think it possible.”

“Mhm. And once you finally accepted it, we didn’t see each other for most of it, because you didn’t want my help and instead wanted to be free.”

“I was free. I loved being free. It all changed when Namjoon returned to Jimin. He ruined us.”

“Namjoon ruined most of us.”

“So he ruined you too?”

“I guess. He broke my heart.”

“He did?”

“He pushed me away.”

“I see. So you truly understand.”

“I do. Each time I see him, the wounds feel fresh. I understand you.”

“I’m glad you do. I feel so lonely in my grief.”

Yoongi breathes deeply. Taehyung feels the sensation against his cheek. Yoongi shifts his eyes back to the endless night.

“Loneliness and loss are the worst feelings. Especially when you feel them at the same time. I don’t want you to be lonely, Tae”, he says.

Taehyung squeezes his eyes shut tighter, whimpering painfully. He drapes his arm around Yoongi’s waist, turning his head so his face was buried in it.

“Hyung, I’m so lonely.”

“I know, but don’t be. You have me and you have ___. We are both there for you.”

“I want to turn back time.”

“I know. I want that too.”

“Why can’t I? Why do I have to move on?”

“I don’t know Tae.”

“I don’t want to move on, I want to go back.”

“I know, Tae.”

“How do I do that with my emotions on?”

“By leaning on me.”

“If I truly lean on you with all my grief, you would break under its weight.”

“I can take it, Tae. Hyung’s strong”, Yoongi promises him and begins running his fingers through Taehyung’s hair again.

“I miss him so much.”

“I know.”

“It feels unreal at times. As if I am trapped in an endless nightmare and any moment I will wake and he will be beside me.”

“I get that.”

“And I still see him. I think of what we did together and repeat the phrases he said often. I’m scared that if I don’t repeat them, I will forget them. As long as I do, I can still hear his voice when he says them.”

“I know what you mean.”

“I’m so scared of the day where I will forget how his voice sounded.”

“I don’t think you ever will. If you love someone so deeply, there will always be a part of them that will stay with you.”

Taehyung spills tears, “I miss him so much. Why can’t I turn back time?”

Yoongi places his hand on Taehyung’s head, caressing it soothingly.

“I know, Tae. Life’s fucking cruel.”

“You won’t leave me too, will you?”

“I won’t leave you, Tae.”

“Can you promise me?”

“I promise you.”

And for just a moment, their eyes meet in a true and loving gaze before they both break it again in fear of deepening it too much. Taehyung closes his eyes, softening his hug around Yoongi’s waist. Yoongi begins playing with Taehyung’s earlobe again, sharing in the silence with a relaxed expression on his features.

Taehyung is hurting. He hurts so very much. But at least for this short moment in his endless hell, he doesn’t feel lonely anymore.

You ate dinner at the hotel. Alone because Seokjin wasn’t hungry. You knew that it was because he was heartbroken about not finding Emma, but before you could ask him if he wanted to talk, he locked himself in his room. You didn’t mind eating alone. You are used to being alone and quite enjoyed your time in the restaurant. You liked watching people come and go and really liked the food the hotel served. You tried to check on Seokjin once you returned to your room, but his door was locked and he didn’t answer you. So you let him be alone, returning to your room with great grief for him in your heart.

You have just wanted to start your night routine when someone calls you out the bathroom by knocking on your door. You hurry to it in big steps, opening the door without thinking of asking first because you thought that Seokjin might have come over to talk. However it wasn’t Seokjin you are met with, but Hoseok and Jungkook.

“Oh? Hey guys. I thought you were Seokjin”

“Hey”, Hoseok says.

You run your eyes over their dirty clothes.

“What happened? Why are you covered in vampire blood? Are you okay?” you gasp. 

“It’s nothing, we’re good”, Hoseok obviously lies. 

“You’re the worst liar ever, just saying”, you say, stepping closer, “oh god, are you guys hurt? What happened?”

“No it’s- it’s just”, he sighs in defeat, “we didn’t achieve anything today. We found his followers, but had to kill all of them. That’s why we look like that.”

“Oh, goddamn it that sucks, but I’m sure you’ll get there soon”, you say.

“I guess. But what about you guys? Did you find Emma?”

“No, we didn’t.”

“What? No that sucks”, Hoseok gasps.

“How is Seokjin? Is he okay?” Jungkook asks.

“He’s in his room. He went straight to it once we came back. He didn’t let me talk to him, but I guess we all know what he is doing in there.”

“Noo that suck so much. Poor Seokjin”, Jungkook says and pouts sadly.

“Maybe we could try to talk to him? What do you say, JK?” Hoseok asks.

“I guess we could try?” Jungkook nods his head, “do you want to come with us, ___?”

“I have to decline. I’m so tired, it’s insane. It feels like we walked a hundred kilometres today.”

“Of course. I get that. Sleep tight, ___.”

“You too, Kookie.”

“Sweet dreams”, Hoseok wishes you and you return the wishes.

Then it was already time for them to leave and for you to return to your night routine.

You weren’t lying when you told Hoseok that you were sleepy. You barely manage to shower, let alone brush your teeth because of your body begging you to sleep. With heavy, aching feet, you drag yourself to the bed, lying down with a loud and content sigh. 

“That’s incredible”, you say, closing your eyes, “exactly what my feet needed.”

Knock. Knock. Knock. 

You lift your head. 

“What the hell?”

Knock. Knock.

“Why is somebody knocking on my door?”

Yet another round lets you know that whoever wanted to see you, was persistent.

So you force yourself to get up, groaning as you have to walk.

“Who’s there?” you call out. You aren’t reckless enough to open the door blindly again.

“Me”, Yoongi’s low voice sounds from behind the door. 

Well, that is a surprise you hadn’t expected. You can’t say that it isn’t a nice surprise. You were a little worried for him when he wasn’t with Hoseok and Jungkook.

You unlock the door for him immediately, “hey there, you’re back.”

He nods his head, “I am”, he answers you dryly.

He was already showered, now wearing what you assume to be his sleeping clothes.

“I heard what happened.”

“I didn’t expect anything else”, he says, voice still terribly dry.

“I know, it sucks so much”, you say, reaching out to caress his arm. And unlike this morning, he doesn’t dodge you, accepting the touch gladly, “how is Tae?”

“I helped him fall asleep. He’ll be alright for now.”

“Mhm, that’s good to hear”, you say, “and you? How are you?”

“I can’t sleep.”

“That sucks. Are you okay?”

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

“No.”

“Gosh, Yoongi. I’m sorry. Do you want to talk about it?” 

“Don’t ask me that.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t want to talk.”

“I see. Fine, then don’t talk.”

Yoongi looks to the side, shuffling from left to right awkwardly.

“Well. Do you want to come inside?” you offer, getting out of the doorframe. 

“Yeah”, he whispers, nodding his head almost shyly.

“Then come on in”, you say, giving him a sweet smile. One he retorts with great struggle for he still seemed plagued by too much annoyance to feel like smiling. He follows you kind of awkwardly, watching you climb into bed while he just stands there and fumbles with his own thumbs. 

“Are you just going to stand there?” you ask him.

“No? But you didn’t tell me to join, did you?” he is almost snappish in his answer.

“Calm down, I’m on your side. No need to be so sharp with me”, you say, opening the blanket for him. 

He flusters greatly in both embarrassment from being called out for his bad mood and from the coyness of being offered warmth under a blanket. 

“Sorry”, he mumbles into himself, lowering his head in shame. 

“Just get in here, you old grumps”, you dismiss him. 

Yoongi crawls onto the bed and under the blanket, studying your features with fearful yet oh so longing eyes.

You reach out, tugging a strand of his soft hair behind his ear. His eyelids become droopy instantly, the deep crease between his brows becomes softer.

“What’s going on with you?” you whisper, dancing your fingertips down his temples until you can cup his cheek. 

“Nothing”, he barely gets out.

“Just a bad day, am I right?” 

He nods his head. 

“That sucks, but you’re not alone anymore. Come here”, you say, shimmying closer until you can bury his face in your chest. 

Yoongi freezes up in surprise, lying in your arm as stiff as a wooden board.

You begin playing with the short strands of hair at the nape of his neck, forcing an almost shuddering breath to slip past his lips. He finally closes his arm around you, squeezing you against him.

“You’re warm. I like that”, he whispers into your chest.

You kiss the crown of his head as an answer, inhaling the scent of his shampoo deeply. Mint and apple.

“I’m sorry for being such a grumps”, he says. 

“It’s okay, I get it. It’s frustrating that we can’t find him.”

“Mhm.”

“It’s not your fault though.”

“You think so?”

“Yes, Yoongi I do.”

He sighs, resting his palm between your shoulder blades so he can hold you oh so much closer. 

“Thank you”, he whispers, growing oh so soft in your embrace, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too”, you says and kiss his hair, “sweet dreams, Yoongi Boongie.”

“You too”, he says, basking in your serenity. He longed for you all day. He is so happy now that he can finally be with you.

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random OC ask: if your OC was in a modern!AU, what would their job be? what would their day-to-day life look like? would they be very similar to their canon conception, or different?

(the modern!AU can be in the fashion of your favored iteration, whether that is a 1:1 version of our universe, modern-with-magic, etc.)

The Devil's Advocate

Early mornings in the offices of Avernus Inc, law firm to the rich—and any poor souls desperate enough, of course—are always charged with delicious, anticipatory tension.

Josephine strides through the frenetic throng on her way to the main office, cutting any collateral enquiries off with a dismissive yet polite wave of her hand. The unfamiliar, inexperienced eye would blanch at the apparent chaos, but all who matter know that, in truth, within is only order and productivity—the fires of industry, burning in tribute to the firm’s bank account. Remaining focused is key, especially at this time of the day—for the boss will soon arrive, and there are certain…expectations.

There is one, however, who feels no such compulsion. As the PA enters the main office, she sees them, slumped in one of the chairs next to her desk, head in one hand, lazily flicking the desk toy in absent minded amusement. Or boredom. Likely the latter. The terms of their employment are a mystery to most, seemingly only here on Mephistopheles’ order—and Raphael seethes.

“You do know that you don’t have to hit it repeatedly, don’t you? Just once tends to do the trick.”

Haarlep sits up and then sprawls back in their chair to observe her approach. “Oh, I know, but where is the fun in that?”

Josephine smirks and moves around the desk, depositing the stack of client files before taking her seat in the high-backed, black leather chair. She nudges the mouse to wake her workstation. “Using something in the way it is meant to be used? How preposterous.”

“This is what I keep telling you, dear. Let go a little every now and then, exist out with the box you limit yourself to. Like that quaint little apartment of yours.”

“What of it?”

Haarlep draws lazy circles on the desk surface with an elegant index finger, tail swishing languidly back and forth. “So plain, so minimal. In need of much more nightly excitement than a risotto and a glass of Sauvignon Blanc.”

“What’s wrong with that? I like it dry.”

“That’s not what I hea—"

Josephine smacks Haarlep’s hand with the end of her fountain pen.

“Ouch, you cruel thing. That weapon is heavier than it has any right to be.” They pause for a moment, before tilting their head in contemplation, and asking “Montblanc?”

“Yes, the order arrived the other day by special delivery. Including the boss’s custom request.”

“The special ink colour?”

“Yes.”

“It’s red, isn’t it?”

“Technically, it’s vermilion. The colour of life and eternity.”

Haarlep sinks down in their chair in a show of cringing despair. “Of course it is.”

Josephine leans forward. “He wrote the invoice letter to the old widow with it. And added an extra touch too.”

“Despite the certainty of regret, pray, enlighten me” they say, from underneath the hand now covering their face.

“He scented it. With palmarosa and black pepper.”

Haarlep groans loudly and continues their dramatic slide downwards, off the chair and onto the floor. Korilla, on her way to the printer room, passes by the door, pauses, and backtracks to briefly observe the scene, before rolling her eyes and continuing on. Sometimes—well, most times where Haarlep is concerned—it is better to not get involved.

“Was that necessary? Are you quite alright?”

“So, you’re telling me—” they pause suddenly. After a brief moment she feels a nail tapping inquisitively on her shoes underneath the desk. “Nice Louboutin’s, dear. ”

“Irrelevant. But thank you.” They continue. “—he is scenting his correspondence now? How painful it is to bear this knowledge.” A deep sigh. “And what horribly expensive suit is he wearing today, then? The Prada again?”

“One of the Brioni ones, I believe.”

She can hear Haarlep grinning. “How do you know this, clever girl?”

“I know everything, Haarlep.” She smirks as they lift themself off the floor and back into the chair. “But on a serious note, I have seen him already this morning. When I dropped the case files off.”

“His mood?”

“Uncertain. Likely terrible. Definitely changeable.”

“I am unsurprised.”

Suddenly, there’s an increase in activity in the office beyond, a rise in tension which can only mean one thing. Haarlep leaps to their feet like a startled housecat, hurriedly straightening their clothes, in what must be the fastest movement she has seen them make in an age.

Raphael sweeps into the internal suite, scowling deeply, raw displeasure rolling off him in waves.

“Josephine, a glass of—”

“Already in your office, sir.”

The cambion’s frown lessens to a paltry degree. A minor victory, but a victory nonetheless, especially so early in the morning.

“You” he points a finger towards Haarlep, as he strides into his office. “Follow me. We have much to discuss.” The younger man walks over, turns back towards the PA, quietly mouths ‘Think of me, when I am gone’, and closes the door.

Josephine smiles. Hopefully he’ll be alive enough to go for lunch later, she thinks. No guarantees, though.

#this is dumb but i tried lol #asks #modern au #bg3 #baldur’s gate 3 #bg3 raphael #haarlep #oc: josephine #flamemittens writes

[celestialsister0918]

Hi, dear Gary friends! Chapter 1 of my Jackson piece is here! If you get a moment to give it some love over AO3 as well, I’d be so grateful!

It will be four chapters total. All are written, but some are still being edited.

This was inspired by Gary’s interview on “Top Gear” where he states that playing Jackson is “a bit like easing yourself into someone else’s dirty bathwater.” This immediately triggered memories of myself singing into a hairbrush to No Doubt’s “Bathwater” back in the day. Yes, I always had some twisted approaches to my fixations.

Here it is! Hope you enjoy and stay tuned for future installments…

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Someone’s Dirty Bathwater

Jackson Lamb x fem!OC

(Slow Horses)

Rated 18+ (future installments NSFW)

Chapter 1

Adelaide Spencer hoists her toolbox and her trademark carpet bag up in her arms, kicking her truck door shut. She gazes up at the dilapidated townhome warily. She examines the lower floor, then makes her way upward to the top. She certainly has her work cut out for her. She’s surprised to find the building empty, save for a bloke with headphones looking at multiple screens. She attempts to say hello, but he’s oblivious to her. She continues winding her way upstairs.

When she arrives at the top of the last stair, she draws in a breath. The head of Slough House is even more overwhelming than she’d been warned. The strangest combination of round but fit, disgusting but handsome, repulsive but charming. She can tell all this just from first glance, the moment he spins in his chair to survey her.

"And who the bloody hell are you?" Lamb glares at her, shifts on his chair, and then promptly lets wind.

Adelaide clears her throat, her tone businesslike. “I’ve been sent over to get the Slough House premises up to code. You’re expected to cooperate with the cleanup and repairs, or else the building is set to be condemned in 30 days.”

Jackson greets this news with a deep chuckle that shakes his rather large belly. "You want me to care about this place? You're going to have to try a lot harder than that."

She sighs sharply, crossing her arms across her front. “Well, do you want to remain employed, or not, Mr. Lamb?”

He stares a hole through her. “You're threatening to take away a job I hate? Do us both a favor and throw me out. You can't possibly understand the hours I spend dreaming about how to get myself fired."

She shifts on the heel of her boot, finally setting down her tools and bags. It appears she may be at this for a while.

“The cleaning and repairs will take place with or without your cooperation,” she informs him. “But if you’d like to see less of me, you may want to help expedite my efforts.”

Jackson snorts. "God, you're persistent. Fine. I'm not going to do a damn thing to assist, but my people... they’re dumb enough to be swayed. I might speak with them for you, if the mood strikes me. But I wouldn’t hold my breath. That face of yours wouldn’t be very pretty if it turned blue.”

Adelaide looks at him, aghast. “Do you not see that gaping hole in the ceiling right above your head? What do you do when it rains?”

He lights a cigarette and briefly disappears into a cloud of smoke. “I get wet. What do you care? Is it against regulations or something?"

“As a matter of fact, it is. ‘Wet’ equals mold, sir. At least when speaking in this context.”

He twists back and forth in his chair like a toddler on bring-your-child-to-work day. "Well, that seems like a problem for you, not me,” he replies.

Adelaide rolls her eyes. “So chronic bronchitis from spore inhalation sounds pleasant to you, does it? Or is it simply unnoticeable for you due to the pre-existing cigarette damage?”

Jackson slaps his lap with a dry laugh. "Witty, are you? And chronic bronchitis sounds more exciting than anything that'll happen in this shithole. You should try smoking yourself. Lightens the mood."

She bristles. “My mood is fine, thank you.”

His eyes narrow at her again. “Doesn't look that way. I can tell by your face."

She squirms briefly but sighs, clearing her expression. “I’m only asking for certain cooperations. Mainly access to the areas I need to tend to, possibly on short notice. And the clearing of personal effects.”

"Personal effects? What, you mean... all this?" Lamb gestures to the mountains of rubbish in various states of decay. "I'm not clearing this. I'd need a wrecking ball to remove this much crap, and you're not letting me near one of those. It might actually make life around here fun. God forbid that.”

“I do have access to wrecking balls, if that’s your preferred way to tackle it,” she replies.

"I'd quite like to see you try to get one of those near this building without demolishing it. Though I doubt anyone would care if you did. Besides, this is my staff's rubbish, and there's no way I'm letting you touch it. That’d be an infringement on our privacy." He looks like he can barely keep a straight face at the insinuation he’d care about that either.

Adelaide begins unpacking the box containing her cleaning supplies, proceeding without consideration of his arguments. “I would think your staff would be glad for their workplace to get a facelift. Might brighten their days. I doubt they get much of a morale boost from their superiors.”

"Morale?” Lamb spits his laugh, sending visible droplets through the air. “This is Slough House. Half this place is so far down the morale hole the balrog's probably seen it."

She busies herself trying to restore a broken window clip, leaning as far as she can over a dusty pile of books to do so. “I’m not quite sure I’ve ever met a man so proud and happy to be so miserable. It is an interesting character study.”

"I'm not miserable. I'm... relaxed,’ he retorts. Out of the corner of her eye, Adelaide sees him pull out a half-empty bottle of scotch and top off his glass.

She turns away from the window, giving up on the daunting task for now. Maybe he’ll pass out and she can concentrate. “Well, at least you drink decent scotch,” she says with a little shrug. She thinks for a moment he might offer her some, but he does no such thing.

Lamb takes a final drag on his cigarette that seems to last for years. "Fine spirits. They’re the one thing that gives this place any sense of class,” he concludes.

Adelaide feels like they are talking in circles and wasting time. She turns to her toolbox again. “I’m going to begin work now, Mr. Lamb. I think I’ll start right here in this office.”

"I would say make yourself at home, but it appears you already did."

She nods. “Indeed.” She removes large, heavy duty bags from her satchel as well as gloves. She begins throwing away rubbish, knickknacks, and anything that doesn’t look like a file or evidence bag. She moves around his office quickly and stops often to bend over or reach up to scrub very old, very stubborn stains.

Jackson stands and shuffles around the office, hands in his pockets as he observes her movements. "It seems only fair to warn you of this, but my desk drawers are full of spiders. You open any one of them and you're gonna get a face fullll."

“I’ve brought spray,” she responds promptly.

He shrugs. "I'd say spray away, but they'll all be back tomorrow. No matter how many you kill."

She continues scrubbing madly, face furrowed. “A metaphor for life’s challenges, yes?” she muses.

He moves a bit closer to where she’s working, propping himself up on a filing cabinet with a mountain of folders on top. "You could say that. Or you could say it's an indication of my unwillingness to do anything significant about this shithole," he adds with a grunt.

“Which is why I’m here,” she reminds him. “Before the borough condemns the place.”

He snickers. "You'll have to excuse me if I'm not jumping for joy at the idea of a clean, bright office. The last thing I need is for this shithole to look less like a shithole."

She dusts off her jeans and stands. “Because you feel it affects your staff’s performance? Their sense of misery? Is that a key motivating factor of yours when supervising them?”

He begins pacing again. "Are you kidding? It's their only redeeming feature. Take that away and they become like the average Service moron, all optimism and efficiency. How depressing would that be?"

She doesn’t respond, only studying him with cool green eyes. “Interesting, very interesting,” she murmurs.

He seems to ruffle a bit at this, like an agitated peacock. "I'm not a social experiment. I just enjoy the misery of others. Is that so wrong?"

She smiles and cocks her head to the side. “Everyone? Is that a blanket statement?”

“Yes, literally every bloody one. I find it a comfort. You've met my staff; can you not understand why that might be?"

She continues to speak coolly. “I understand your dynamic with your staff. Even if I might question it. But I was asking if Jackson Lamb is this sour with everyone in all aspects of life— even outside of Slough House?”

He scoffs. "What part of 'literally everyone' did you not get? I thought I made myself pretty clear.”

She finally looks away with a frown. “Then that is truly very sad, Mr. Lamb. I do hope you take full advantage of MI5’s rich mental health benefit package.”

He shakes his head as if the sight of her sickens him. "Don't patronize me." He downs his next whisky in one gulp. "And if I want to be miserable, that's my business."

“I can’t argue with that. It’s definitely your business,” she agrees. “But as you said, or maybe I misheard you… you’re not miserable. You’re relaxed.”

He doesn’t like being called out. His entire body language is on edge– quite the opposite of relaxed. "And if I want to relax by being miserable, that's also none of your goddamn business,” he growls.

She smirks. “Simply making conversation. Or else this will be a very long 30 days for myself.”

Lamb stares at the woman for a moment. "God, you're annoying. I can see why you got sent here."

Adelaide smiles almost with pride. “Thank you.”

He stares at her in disbelief. "That wasn't a compliment."

She flashes a brilliant smile. “Ah, but it is. It proves I’m getting under your skin. Your quite grubby, quite greasy skin.”

Lamb snarls before refilling his glass. "There'll be no getting under my skin, love. I'm not some naive, horny lad looking to be seduced out of boredom."

Her eyes widen, and she feels a little jump in a rather unsettling region, considering who she’s dealing with.

“Whoa, there, Mr. Lamb. Jumping to conclusions a bit, are we? Since when is telling someone they need a bath seducing them?”

His posture changes to a firm stance, his hands once again in his pockets. "Ah, so now we're playing the 'I'm only trying to help you' game? Don't bullshit a bullshitter, love. I'm an old dog. I know what's going on."

Adelaide removes her gloves and smiles as she reclines against the ledge of an armoire, crossing her arms over her breasts. She can literally smell the dust that covers the rickety piece of furniture behind her.

“Oh yeah?” she challenges him. “Then tell me what’s going on, old dog.”

Lamb is caught off guard by the woman's challenge. He only just consciously realizes he's been staring at her legs since she started working. "I'm not that old, thank you very much," he replies, still not taking his eyes off her. "And in answer to your question... you're flirting with me."

She fights to force the blush out of her cheeks. “You called yourself ‘old dog,’ remember?” she fires back. “Or are you getting a wee bit flustered…? From your whisky, of course.”

"I may be a little bit tipsy, I suppose," he mutters, glancing away and taking another swig of scotch. The woman's attractive; he can't help but think that, and he wonders when she's going to quit her act so they can get down to it.

“A bit tipsy?” she scoffs, still smiling at him. “You know, if you went into that washroom right there and took a proper bath, I’d have this office unrecognizable by the time you were done. Now whether that speaks to my talent or your state of hygienic distress, I’m not sure.”

"This is as clean as I get,” he replies. “You have to be able to smell the sweat out of a spy, don't you? It's how you gauge how well we've been doing our job. It's all in the subtle fragrances.” He stands up with a shuffle and moves towards her, almost unconsciously. His body drifts as close as it dares, as his mind struggles to catch up with his body's sudden impulse.

“How many subtle fragrances comprise ‘eau de Lamb?’” Adelaide muses, fingering an earring. “Have you ever taken a gander?”

"I'm a man. That means I've never smelled my own armpit for a courtesy check, so I'll be the last to know what I smell like. And that's how it should be. A man should never be the first to notice pointless details like if his breath reeks or a woman's bra strap is showing. Not if he wants to maintain his manhood."

She marvels at his drunken incoherence. He’s a spy, of course he notices every detail. Amused, she jumps in a pretend startle. “Oh! Is my bra strap showing?”

Lamb looks away, swallowing in embarrassment. "Well... no. I mean... no. Not that I was looking. I mean..." She's beautiful. He's lost the power of rational speech just from looking at her. And he hates it. His brain hums like he’s been fucking hypnotized.

She tucks her long curls behind her just to check. She wears a long-sleeved blue shirt with a v-neck, and sure enough, the tiniest bit of her black bra strap peeks through. “Oops. I guess it was.”

"You want me to fix it for you?” Lamb quips with a smirk, but he’s only half kidding.

She blinks. How in the world did they get from his biting, bitter insults to this?

“I think I’m quite capable. This time,” she adds with a grin.

"I know you're quite capable. I just..." He's trying to think of a witty reply when suddenly he realizes what he's doing. He's letting himself be seduced by some young-gun upstart. He'd sworn long ago he wouldn’t be tempted by feminine wiles, and yet she’s got him speechless with one flash of an upturned bra-strap. He's got to regain his position somehow, find something rude to say that will restore his upper-hand.

Before he can come up with anything, Adelaide hops off her perch. “I think that will be quite enough cleaning for today. I’ll be back tomorrow. 8:00 a.m. sharp. I trust you’ll be freshly showered and on time?”

"Oh I'll be here." He smirks at the ridiculous thought of washing away the scent of his machismo with a morning shower. Then he smiles to himself a little. This girl is playing a game of cat and mouse with him. And she's good. What a sexy young thing like her is doing playing such a game with him is another question indeed— one he’ll keep in the back of his mind.

“Perfect,” she declares. “I’ll see you in the morning then. Have a pleasant evening.” She hoists the giant bag of rubbish over her petite shoulders to take it out. It’s nearly as tall as she is.

She's carrying it like it's nothing. For Lamb, it would take all his strength to lift. That petite, feisty thing is stronger than he is. The thought fills him with an intriguing arousal.

The young girl’s gone before he can even respond with a haughty goodbye.

After she leaves the room, Lamb is left staring after her. His whisky-hazed mind is full of her body. A vision of the young woman's toned, curvy legs— not overly long, but shapely. The slope of her hips. The curve of her waist. All the things he'd like to do to her. But he doesn't admit to this. He's a cold, hard bastard. Stone faced. Unflinching. The only thing on Jackson Lamb's mind at the moment is... he needs a cigarette.

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#gary oldman #fanfiction #jackson lamb #smut #slow horses #more to come #more to be added #ao3 #original female character

[reversedumbrella]

hello and happy birthday!! I wanted to thank you for your art, your comics always make me smile anytime I see them and I really love how expressive the faces you draw are! Your demon OC's are also very cool looking... would you like to tell something about them? do you make these for some story or just for fun? 👀

Hope you have a good day.. or night!

thank you!!

my demon oc's are just for fun! they belong to a series of stories "demonicismos" which i don't plan on ever writting. sometimes i don't even remember their stories! i always find myself revising these characters and changing stuff about them and how their world works. i haven't got the opportunity to infodump about these uys in years (actually counting for how long some of them have been around is making me sick)

im going to talk a lot about them. like. A LOT

checking the demonicismos tag on my blog led me to discover i have never really posted much about them, despite the fact that i made charater charts in 2020 or something (unavailable to me atm. most drawings of these characters are away from me rn)

nowadays i don't really care much about them. i've thought about doing a digital card game with them like south park: phone destroyer (yes i used to be into south park. im not ashamed of it. im using this example bc i really liked how a kid could only ever be in the battle field one side at the time. if your opponent played character A and you also had that one, you had to wait until they opponent's died. i also thought about playing around with character dinamics. if a character saw someone they hated join their team, they'd join the enemy team and vice-versa. i got distracted so i never started programming it)

currently im mostly trying to redesign the characters as an exercise for myself. these were the original concepts for egil (pink), marcel (orange/red) and antonio (yellow), versus more recently (i am unhappy in regards to marcel and antonio)

Design Rules

my ideas have changed over time and with them how characters should look. first there weren't any rules, i just drew whatever. then i choose that every demon should have horns and a tail even in human form - it would be a reminder of what they lost. they'd never be human again. then i went back and forth on how much demons could change their shape. it ended with all demons having a human form and a demon form, with some having specific shapeshifting habilities but always with horns and a tail (egil can stretch his limbs but mostly does so in order to be the tallest guy in the room) my last rule, added for this exercise, is that all demons always have their human face. the idea came from that undertale quote - "despite everything its still you" no matter what you do its still you. the good. the bad. you. demons can blame their behaviour on the "corruptive nature of hell" but its them

Basic Lore

i debated myself over wheter or not i'd talk indept about worldbuilding lore, which would triple this post's size. let's go through the basics. people die and become demons in hell. hell is divided into numbered layers and where someone goes after they die is judged according to the motto "nobody deserves to suffer". people that actively stopped others from suffering go to layer 1 and people that found joy in other's suffering go to 9. a demon belongs to a layer but can go to the ones below it, but not above (demons from 5 can go to 6,7,8,9 but not 4,3,2,1). demons are souls, and their physical bodies are made of mud transformed by that soul. i was inspired by some papers i read on witchcraft. demons couldn't manifets physical bodies so they'd trick people with smoke, gases and dust in the air a demon can only have one body at a time. if their arm is cut off 1) they reattach it or 2) a new one grows at the same pace the other turns back into mud. if the entire body is destroyed they reform from the mud in ground demons dont need to eat or sleep but feel hunger and sleepyness. hell is a punishement for their behaviour so layer 1 is ok, layer 9 is... not. money is also a thing. because this is hell

demons have powers based on personality and character flaws

a demon's size is based on their strength - how big their soul is - but their human form is the size of their human alive self. there are 3 ways for a soul to grow. 1) feel strong emotions, then rest and absorve those emotions. its important to rest. 2) cannibalism. eating other demons body part will give that part's strength 3) deals. a demon can share their power. deals are fast but demand consent. cannibalism is slow but nobody can stop it

Finally talking about the Characters

i don't remember very well the first story i made. it was about a boy that had another boy living in his head. and the boy in his head was really angry because he couldn't do anything and when he got extra angry things started to burn and melt around them

miguel (or michael or any other version of this name)... actually i just remembered i wanted to do this guy's story

Egil. his original design was based off angel dust from the hazbin hotel pilot and i don't think he has changed that much.

those blue branches on his head are the guy who killed him. there are ways to permanetly end a demon and after egil did that, the dude fused into his head. the pink arms and legs are rubber gloves/boots. he's a biologist, specialized in genetics. his house/layer is full of vats filled with unnatural stuff growing in there. he doesn't have friends, he's prone to anger and always has to be the smartest person in a room - this goes with his tendency to always be the tallest person in a room. his shapeshifting powers come from his unhappines with himself and inferiority complex. he used to love biology but now tries to gain knowledge just so he can know more than the people around him. he gets angry easily so he's an unpleasant person to be around so he doesn't have any friends so he convinces himself he doesn't need anyone and i hope im making sense here

antonio and marcel. father and son. marcel my baby. you deserve a redesign more than anything

back when the stories where set in an alternative earth with history similar to ours, antonio was an italian american. now i don't know. he went around killing fascists and made immortality magic so strong one of those "get rid of you permanetly" things just sent him to hell and is now lodge in his heart. he can remove the sword and use it as a weapon but his beating human heart is there and removing it will kill him permanently (unless you put the sword through another heart) in hell he had time to think and understood that he was only killing fascists to saciate his bloodthirst on people he deemed deserving of death. the true way of ending fascism is with good infrastructure and school system. killing fascists became an hobby

marcel... my sweet son marcel that deserves better colors. rules don't apply to him he can do whatever he wants and i'd let him. technically a cannibal

quick sketch of the sisters. i don't rememeber their names. i dont even remember if they had names. based on a bird and on a pupper/spider. cannibal vs deals

they're both very manipulative. the bird one, the older sister, always got the upper hand at home so the spider one let out her frustrations by manipulating and controlling people. the bird one can turn people to birds and control them if they hear her play her harp. this counts as cannibalism (slow and no consent needed). the spider one manipulates weaker demons into bellonging to her by deals. in their story they end up fighting each other as they scream their frustrations, coming to the conclusion that everything is their mother's fault (wrong)

barbara and barbara, one is based off a carnivorous plant and the other a bear

i had never thought of them as friends until i started the redesigns but now i kinda like the idea. they're both cannibals with my favourite being the plant one. in this drawing she's missing teeth on those big green jaws. she closes them with some guy inside and digests him

i have so many more characters but i've also been writting this the whole afternoon

#i really enjoyed getting to remember all of this #i don't think of these guys very often #so it was nice #xavier #demonicismos

[ruelin024]

I wanna have opinions so uh, what do you think of my SacredFell AU? (So far anyway haha)

Hello, my mutual compadre, @littleyukki5033 , I have traveled down to the depths of your blog and will now commence judgment.

Kehehehe. ψ(｀∇´)ψ

[Gonna be long, I like/wanted to try making my responses worthwhile and attentive, to show you I went in on your AU and posts.]

(And you can laugh at me or with me on this, but I may not be the best at giving opinions, 😖 I think. Just know I'm typing this with my miniscule overthinkin’ brain and hurt wrist.)

START!

Feb 4: Don’t be afraid to post your AU and talk about it, beautiful or not, unique or not, complicated or not, similar or not, cringe or not, demented or not, eh or not. 

Share your mind, you’ll find people who share it with you. And if you get hate, show them San’s ass or something. It tells others how nonexistent they are to you. (though I’ve seen someone draw Sans very beautifully thicc, we will keep in mind he is bones, which we indeed simp for). 

Observe Exhibit A:

(I found this silly image saved on my desktop, so I thought it'd be cool to share it with you.)

So never let a negative comment change your love and view of your au and undertale. 

Undertale is amazing, it’s good to ramble, even if others don’t talk about it, even if you’ll never get reciprocated. There’s other people there reading it, like me sometimes I read and forget to heart, or I don’t heart a post because I don’t wanna bombard their notifications and all that. 

Yes, post your art, even if you’ve got no idea what to post, doodle, ask for ideas, or even take a break. I think it’s beautiful to share your mind’s eye. Show no fear, you’ve got this!

Everyone starts where you were once. 

Feb 12: Your Introduction of your own Underfell AU called SacredFell

I am interested. I am in fact one of many who are and will be interested for days to come, for as long as you build and love your AU, as it becomes whatever completion you dreamt of it to be, so on and so forth, even if one day you stop.

I’m finna be there bruh, late or on time.  

And imma let you know that right now as you reading this. You actually asked me first about your AU and lemme tell you, you beat me to it. I actually have fanart for you. AND was gonna find a time to ask you first.

(~(>_<。)＼ Usually I'm ready to send art cause I plan before hand, but someone used a wrist twist move on me for fun recently. ಥ_ಥ)

Anyway, moving forward.

Frisk and Chara of SacredFell: I enjoy teh designs. And me personally, I like Frisks design, the fact Frisk went through multiple design phases is nice to know. Would you ever show Frisk's previous designs?

Oof, you changed SacredFell Sans height from 5’2 to 6ft, damn what a stretch. And he part of the Royal Guard, whoa! 😆hotsome big skeleman.

Also, I love the art style of @/melikitinas, too. 💖

Feb 14: … ScaredFell Papyrus…. I-... 11ft height, yeah, we gonna need a height chart. I short, so they a fucking tree at this point, imagine Paps just bending at the waist towards a shorty like me, he’s gotta be prone on the ground or something. AND his fine ass a 2nd in Command Royal Guard, too. ○( ＾皿＾)っ AWWHEHESJDHWU ✨

Feb 21: LORE Ah, so the beginning is different, interesting. *reads through it with glasses* (I was recently working on my other OCs at the time as well :D.) 

Yukki sounds like a good character! And portaled? Oooooh, portaled, I wanna know backstory! 

Did Yukki not go through the ruins? She just collapsed in Snowdin? Was she unconscious the entire time she was taken to Asgore, up until Toriel saved her?

And usually humans, are strong, is Yukki weak due to something? (you don’t have to reveal too much lore unless you wanna) How much power does Yukki have? Why does it drain so quickly? 

Also, love Toriel, to save one instead of all, what a mother. Even if Yukki wasn’t her own, that was such a big sacrifice for the price of saving one child over freedom. I would love to see how you draw that part out.

And Toriel left Yukki behind the waterfalls, why not take Yukki with her? 

Why out of all the souls, Kindness was taken, would this serve as a significant plot point in the AU?

Would Yukki grow to harbor bad intent or negative emotions towards the monster or would she end up sacrificing herself after understanding the monster’s want for freedom, would she find another way, would she resort to genocide at some point(despite her being weak)? 

Would Toriel come in clutch next time Yukki is in grave danger? 

And what plans would Asgore have after he gets Toriel, I would’ve expected that he wanted Toriel dead, not with a bounty on her head to be returned ALIVE to his home. I'm probably just thinking to the extremes. 😂

I like this plot. I’d love to know how Frisk and Yukki will come together. And if within the one or two years, Yukki stayed with Sans and Papyrus, would the brothers falter when they need to get their jobs done for Asgore when the time comes? Would Sans and Papyrus eventually come to value Yukki as their own friend? Does Yukki know Sans and Papyrus are working to gain her trust to betray her in the end? 

Also is Toriel and Sans doing the knock knock joke through the gate in this AU too? What’s Toriel’s relationship with the characters so far? Within the time Yukki was living in the Underground, does she come to meet Toriel again?

Feb 23: YUKKI I agree Yukki is a main focal point in the beginning of this AU, I really like this. I can’t wait to see how you build this lore up. Would Toriel act again when Frisk comes? Would Toriel talk to Frisk about Yukki? How old is Yukki again? To me, Yukki looks like she has a strong presence, tongue sticking out, seems playful. ✨

Feb 27: Comic Heh. Middle school art is always nostalgic to look back on. I wish I still had some of mine. I threw most out due to the fact, I didn’t want physical evidence of my cringe art tying back to me, but looking back on it now. I was stupid and paranoid. 

Now cringe art is one of my favorite art pieces to discover, it brings a certain emotion outta you, am I right? Yeaahh.  

Anyway, I admire you for sharing your old art and comic. 

An AU, especially when a creator is lovingly dedicated to it, can become hectic and mentally crowded and out of order, or as you say “all over the place.” Good luck on that journey, creating comlex stories is hard! I was overwhelmed by my own ideas and burned out at some point and stopped entirely. You make me wanna go back to my little world.

And Yukki and SacredFell Sans look like they get along noicely. yukki hand on her hip, confidence and power ✨👌 makin' Sansy sweat.

Mar 7: Yay Toriel Character Sheet Me like tall woman. She taller than Sans, haha. I gotta learn how to draw a goat at some point. And she looks good in my opinion. Do SOUL Protectors gain power from the souls? Wouldn't they accidentally at some point absorb the soul? Has any of the protectors even thought of doing that? Doesn't the barrier need one monster soul and one human soul to break the barrier, or is that different in this AU?

Mar 11: Another comic redraw, SacredFell Asgore WIP

Aw SacredFell Sans and Yukki smiling together, your old drawing of them is cute. ANd that’s a jump, good to know they're out of the underground. Hope you eventually find the right design for Yukki, that you’re gonna be satisfied with. I’m excited to find out how they got out of the underground, too.

What's the key on Sans? And the heart necklace on Yukki?

And yes, I think Tumblr does something with the quality of an image when posted, because compared to my computer view, my phone view of some posts are different a bit.

Yass, show off the Goat man. 

ANd I also saw your Avatar DTIYS, looks awesome! I love the coloring, shading, and perspective! 

Mar 15: Update Eh, it didn’t take a while for me to gather info on your AU, it was spread out a little yes, but not so much, for me the pacing was alright. 

Ah and the ask blogs, yeah I dunno how I’m doing this tbh. 

And a webtoon would be great! But I hear it’s a lot of work to put into it, take small steps, so you won’t stress or burn yourself out. But I would definitely read teh webtoon if you were to make one. 

Mar 16: SacredFell Undyne WIP I love Undyne, I just dunno how to draw her yet. Love the art! She pretty. 

Mar 16: SacredFell Flowey Flowey in a bag, hahahahaha. I like how annoyed he looks in the drawing.  

Mar 17: SacredFell Monster Kid Another main character, you developing a lot of lore right now I bet. I wonder how MK will play out in your AU. 

Mar 18,22 : It’s UNDYNE >.< Fangirling. Another Tall strong woman. And missing parents during gaster’s disappearance, is this what I think it is, a lore hint?!?!   

Mar 23: Alphys Alphys is gonna be somewhat of a sly character in the plot huh, wow! And she fights, you gotta make art of that at some point! Alphys having bravery is interesting! 

Pfft, you spelled “Bavery” I didn’t even notice until you mentioned it. 

Mar 23: Gaster I love how you drew Sans and Papyrus in at Gaster’s “You’re in Trouble” expression.

And me like the tinted glasses as well.

Mar 24: Mettaton! He a Bravery SOUL Decoy! Was that Alphy’s idea to make him like that? Is he famous in the underground as well? He’s a looker. And he got four arms! Yuuusss! 

Mar 26?: Muffet Indeed a 5’7 lady spider is a cutie patootie, the arms are good, multiple is betta. Good design!  And she is also part of the Royal Guard, what will the fight be like? I’m curious! 

Mar 26?: That Sacredfell Mini Comic/Story was nicely put together! The end where SacredFell Sans responds with, “I don’t know.” I enjoyed reading this conversation! And Undyne in her royal armor MWUAH!  

So from all this, hopefully I did something good for you, most are just questions and comments, but I hope it served as an answer. *ahem*

A new character was added. [Yukki] = Will lead to more plot. *Check*

There’s a different backstory before the arrival of Frisk. *Check*

Toriel makes an act against Asgore before leaving, Asgore ordering Sans and papyrus to gain Yukki’s trust until the “time” comes = Complicated relationships *Check* 

I can fangirl, which means I can simp, which means, I’m invested. ✨ *CHECK CHECK CHECK*

The concept is really good! (The fact Asgore would entrust the souls to another and make them SOUL Protectors, and you still fight Alphys even in the pacifist route, and I sense "things" though not sure what, but it makes me look forward to your lore.) *ChecK* 

It’s a Fell type Universe. (I love Underfell) *CHECK* 

The art is noice!!!! *CHecK* 

I find interest in how characters will interact or encounter each other. *Check* 

I can see the work put into this AU! I see their dedication based from the dates you posted things about your AU. I really look forward to seeing how you continue to develop and make art for your SacredFell AU! With what you’ve shown at this time, I can happily tell you, for me this AU is interesting, there’s potential in many areas, character development, choice of dialogue, different relationship dynamics, personality, world building, plot changes, etc.

I wish I had more to say, I think most of my response here sounded... I think repetitive, maybe some questions were even answered already and I didn't catch it? Though hopefully I conveyed to you that I think you're doing well for what've you've shown thus far!

That's my grand opinion. 😁✨

Also, I found you through graphictale au. 💕💖👌✨

😙 Both ya'll wonderful.

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Addicting And Tempting

This work contains explicit imagery! Please do not proceed and interact in any way if you are below the age of 18!

Fandom: Hypnosis Mic

Characters: Yumeno Gentaro, Ann Wolff (OC) (afab)

Pairing: Genann (Gentaro/Ann)

Type: amab x afab

Words: 1,336

They had been rather insistent about it, a bold statement they were making. “Uhm… You messed with me so much, so I will return the favor! P… Put your pants down! Please? “ And yet, even when they were trying to be bold he couldn't help but chuckle. But that was exactly what Gentaro had been used to. It was not a surprise hearing it from Ann's mouth honestly, especially not if they were stuttering like this. But for now he obliged, solely to give them a false sense of security. That and he wanted to see what they got.

And that is how he found them against his dick, or rather their tongue. That had been their plan, wanting to mess with the young man by sucking him off. And honestly, he couldn't help but admire the sight below him all the same. Their head moved up and down slightly, just to catch every inch of his dick and coating it in their saliva. Even the balls were not safe, Ann tickling them with their own tongue. It was all so soft yet each movement made him flinch a little. Honestly it was hard to not grab their head and shove his dick in, thrusting into their mouth and pounding it as he would pound into their pussy. Patience is a virtue here… They knew how to tease yet were luckily unaware. Mainly because they did not even dare to look up, then they would see how hard his face was trying not to smirk, let out moans and groans of any kind. Keep them on the edge so that they grow frustrated and try harder.

And that was exactly the result he was getting, feeling their tongue all over, licking quicker and quicker. Yet at most they would just feel his dick twitching most likely, him still not making any sound. It was so amusing to watch, he was so close to chuckling. Not a moment of satisfaction for them however. Perhaps it resulted in more drastic measures in the end, sliding up their tongue to the tip of his dick before swallowing it with their entire mouth. It had him flinch and nearly let out a gasp yet covered it up with a hand on his mouth. Ah, this was overwhelming and good. How was he supposed to keep himself in control now!?

He felt their sucks over and over, being surprisingly aggressive. Were they that desperate? How adorable. This made them start at maximum intensity and speed. It was out of nowhere, yes, and there was little buildup to it yet he didn’t dislike the feeling. It was honestly driving him a little insane as well, seeing their head pop back and forth, over and over. His own mind was drawing blanks, getting more and more light headed. It was so hard to hold back, so very hard. It was honestly frustrating. And it became harder to hold it in. They were succeeding in some way. If the goal was to drive him over the edge, they were certainly succeeding.

His gaze went down, observing them more and more as time went on. And more. And even more. He may as well feel the aftermath of each suck in his body, at the brink of shivering. His hands were already shaking and he was trying a little too hard to hold them back. So very hard… A win for them? He didn’t exactly want to give in either but… Screw it, his own desires were stronger. If he didn’t take them right then and there he’s going to burst by their mouth alone. And that would be a waste of his fluids, would it not?

So, without a warning, he suddenly pulled his hips back, making sure that they would have his dick pulled out of their mouth. And they were surprised, about to say something. “Huh? Hold on, but I—” 

Yet he dared to interrupt them quickly by lifting them up all of a sudden, slamming them against the next best wall and lifting them up. He did not even hesitate to pull down their pants and panties, revealing their pussy which had been rather wet. They got off sucking him off, didn’t they? How dirty~

Their back leaning against said wall for leverage. He had grabbed them by their hips, their thighs, and forced them to spread them apart, enough space for him to get his hips between their legs and stuff his dick right into their pussy. It made them let out a quick scream, though a pleasuring one. “Apologies, but thou had made it a little too tempting. How am I expected to hold back?” Gentaro apologized, but he wasn’t going to be sorry. He wasn’t. Not in these scenarios.

He then moved his hips, first slowly thrusting them back and forth and only gradually becoming faster. It was hard to not go full force already, given how much his own dick was twitching. Honestly, he just wanted to fill them up. It was too tempting not to. But he couldn’t rush it, or the fun would be over sooner than thought. 

“B… But… I was… going to—” They were attempting to talk, wanting to finish. And yet, it was a little too hard for them from the looks of it. All they could do was gasp heavily, let out moan after moan. They were trying and yet all they could really do was allow him to thrust into them. Well, not like their pussy didn’t want to let go, given the insides were literally clutching onto him. He wanted to groan yet managed to mask it with one of his usual chuckles.

He leaned a little forward, enough to their ears and whisper softly into one of them, just to see how they would react. “Now, there is no need. Allow me to do the work. All I ask of thee is that I may fill thee for as long as I desire.” He cooed softly. He could feel them shivering, starting to hold onto him and wrap their legs around his hips. They couldn’t protest, or rather they were not going to. And that was ever so adorable. He couldn’t help but chuckle yet again, his hips moving faster as a result.

Never had he imagined in his life to become so addicted to this act of pleasure. He couldn’t stop himself, thrusting into them at rapid speeds. It was too much, even for him, yet he could mask it with a smirk, even when pulling back to come face to face with them. They could not hide anything and it looked as if they were not even trying to be honest. Their red face filled with overwhelming pleasure, to the point they may as well have been at the brink of tears. Yet one could see that it was far from pain. It really wasn’t, given how they commented off handedly that this felt good, repeating it over and over before moans started to occupy their mouth. 

Yeah, he was addicted to all of it. How curious, he never thought to be interested in this type of activity, even when younger. How things change. Or was it because it was Ann? Because he could certainly not picture doing it with anyone else. Yeah, maybe it was just them he desired in such a way. And he was not going to stop himself from desiring them, at least not anytime soon.

Even once he stopped moving his hips and shot his current load inside of them, as deeply as possible, making them both grow stiff for a short moment before relaxing, him leaning a little more forward to feel them, needing some leverage as well. All while panting. It was always so overwhelming… So overwhelmingly good. Oh how he wanted to do more, way more.

“Say… Do you still have time for another round?” Yeah, he didn’t want to stop. And he wasn’t going to anytime soon.

#Nimue's Thirsts #minors dni #minors do not interact #nsft writing #hypmic smut #hypnosis mic smut #f/o smut #smut #18+ writing #18+ content #18+ only #nsft warning #nsft wlm #straight sex #afab nonbinary

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Primrose Gray’s Legacy, Act One: The Younger Years, Chapter Four: The Arrangement

A/N: Finals are finally over and holidays are over the horizon, so this series will get my undivided attention. Expect more of this series after the long radio silence! 

Summary: Primrose’s life takes a drastic change that will mark her youth 

OCs featured: William Devlin ( @unfortunate-arrow​ ) Henry of Alderly ( @gaygryffindorgal​ ) and his family 

OCs mentioned: The Stolberg-Burkes (also Gryff) the Coventries and the Hastings ( @camillejeaneshphm​ ) the Aldens ( @cursed-herbalist​ ) 

Warnings: A bit of classism of the era 

Word Count: 2.2k 

Taglist: @gaygryffindorgal​ @nicos-oc-hell​ @slytherindisaster​ @camillejeaneshphm​ @hphmmatthewluther​ @thatravenpuffwitch​ let me know if you want me to either add you or remove you!! 

1889

Vincent Gray had been invited to a gentlemen-only soiree, and wanting to escape the women’s scheming, he was gladdened to accept. It seemed like finally he was being accepted in high society by his fellow male peers, a bit tired of ambitious mamas.

Especially he was escaping his wife’s machinations. He could still recall their argument later in the morrow.

“Why can’t you see how advantageous this match could be?!” She shouted “Our daughter would be protected and no one would doubt her claim! Maria Elisabeth married a duke herself.”

“Yes, and that duke ruled her and Winbourne! Just like Frederick was the one taken into account while Henriette remained in the shadows.”

Victoria looked at him “What do you have against the Alderlies, exactly?”

“They are Hanoverians, Vicky!” He cried out “You know what happens to their wives! Everybody does!”

“Are you implying that Henry is not enough husband for our girl?”

“Henry’s a good lad. I’m more worried about his parents and close peers. And the fact that they’d likely swallow the estate into theirs and centuries of work would go to the seven hells!”

Victoria raised her hands “What do you suggest, then? Anyone in mind?”

“Yes. Someone who doesn’t have ties or a title to tend. Someone who will not stand in the way of her claim. Perhaps in the Wizarding World.”

Victoria turned back at him and slowly came close to him “I am the viscountess here, and our daughter will marry whom I say, end of the discussion.”

Vincent sighed, rubbing his temples. Then, suddenly, a thump woke him from his trance and saw a rather tipsy Lord Carlisle greeting him “Ah, Lord Vincent, what a surprise!”

“My lord. What brings you here?”

“Well, I’ve heard that you are looking for a groom for your girl. I have a ward her age. Shy, likes drawing and quiet. His name is William.”

Vincent’s eyebrows shot up in amusement “Are you proposing your… ward for my girl?”

He nodded, gulping another drink “You see, I’ve heard, and correct me if I’m wrong, that you wish for your daughter to marry someone who won’t stand in the way of her claim. The boy has no noble ties, no title or a name to tend to. I’m happy to educate him to be her shadow and know his place as her future husband.”

“People will talk.” Vincent remarked.

“And will you listen to what they say, my lord? It could be an advantageous match…”

Vincent observed the man for a minute, taking in everything he said. The rumours were everywhere that he was the boy’s father, and it’d cause some trouble for Primrose, but perhaps, if they were engaged, the people wouldn’t doubt him as much.

“Lord Paul, how about if you come see me this Tuesday at four o’clock so we can discuss this properly?”

He smiled, shaking his hand “I’ll be there.”

“Let us hope you remember.” He joked.

For the next months, Paul and Vincent discussed back-and-forth how their engagement would work.

“…Of course, Primrose will be the head of the house.”

“…It’ll be wise that they have separate bank accounts.”

“…Won’t have any obligations until they’re introduced in society.”

“…Eighteen would be a good age for him to propose.”

“…Must learn in the meantime the history of the Somersets.”

“…In exchange for her hand I can give you…”

Right a few weeks before the boy’s ninth birthday, they had already settled a contract and would meet to sign it properly, everything planned and agreed. But secretly, he had been in the lookout for any other bachelor who’d pop up.

On Victoria’s point of view, not only the Alderlies had proposed their son, the Coventries and the Aldens had proposed their respective sons. Victoria had rejected the second, for he was a bit old for her tastes and had heard that he had already picked his future bride. When the scandal of the only Coventry boy and heir being homosexual came out, Victoria wrote to them rejecting their prospect.

Another families had stepped up, offering their sons that were her age. Vincent had investigated the Greek boy, Adonis, and Victoria had liked the di Napoli boy, Ernest, if she recalled correctly. But Ernest’s family was problematic and the Greek boy didn’t have the qualities he looked for a groom in his daughter, so they were rejected as well.

In the end, he was where he started: with the Devlin boy as the final prospect. Legitimacy controversies aside, they were a good match: he was just as intelligent, knowing French as well, a capital student and in the way of becoming a sportsman. It was definitely better this way, with someone unimportant in the eyes of society so he wouldn’t outshine his girl, the important piece in the chess.

Soon, Paul called proposing a dinner at his estate to see if they’d match after their speculations and also have a celebration for their ninth birthdays, since they were very close in age. He was quick to accept and told Victoria of his intrigues. The response was a Romanian vase being thrown to his head, which he hardly missed.

“YOU ENGAGED MY DAUGHTER TO A BASTARD?! WITHOUT CONSULTING ME?!” She screamed at the top of her lungs. He had never heard her scream like that ever since last year, when she had miscarried their last child.

“I know how it seems, but we must see the bigger picture here—,”

“Oh, and what would that be?!”

“He is a good boy! A good student, intelligent, with no ambition or ties to any sort of state or title, the perfect husband that won’t outshine the important person here: Prim!”

“I don’t see why she shouldn’t marry someone of rank! Or with an actual fortune! Last night the Stolberg-Burkes called. They consider their son a worthy groom of our daughter, and so do I! And it’s never too late for Henry!”

“Please, give the Devlin boy a chance.”

Victoria scoffed “You’ve made your decision. Go on, tell me what the hell have you plotted now.”

He looked down, ready for the shouting “We have signed a contract. We only need your signature.”

Silence. Then, ruffling movement of skirts. Then, another vase was thrown, and he had to duck this time “Victoria, enough!” He cried.

“YOU SIGNED A CONTRACT WITHOUT MY KNOWLEDGE?! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TO DO ANYTHING WITH MY HEIR WITHOUT ME?!”

“YOUR HEIR?!”

“YES!” She yelled “MY HEIR, MY HOUSE, MY BLOODLINE.”

He nodded, anger and bitterness building up “And I am just the lucky sperm-man who gave you what you needed to continue it, am I not?”

Victoria realised what she had said, and started to try form a sentence. He didn’t give her a chance. He instead left, slamming the door close. He didn’t hear Victoria’s sobs, but could tell that he’d be sleeping in the guest room.

8th of July, 1889

Victoria had dressed in the Somerset blue and black, while Vincent had dressed the Slytherin green and both seemed distant to one another. Many children had been invited to their joint birthday party. Primrose, thankfully, was a good girl and was happy to share her birthday bash with someone else and make a new friend. They were now speaking to one another in French, and while weary of her presence, he seemed to like her well enough. Primrose, was, of course, intrigued by him and why the sudden interest on a minor noble family. Henry was quick to snatch her to play, and invited William along.

They ran off to the gardens, which weren’t as grand as the ones in Winbourne, but still nice to look at. Lord Paul was, of course, trying to win over Victoria, showering her with compliments and the sort of flattery, but Victoria was as cold as the Antarctica itself, offering cold and calculated smiles and dry ‘thank you’. She glared to her husband from time to time, muttering things about the decoration of choice and how one could tell that the place lacked a woman to take care of things properly.

“I’d be much obliged to tell you all about the bachelorettes who are in the lookout for a… humble husband like yourself, my lord.” She smiled, clearly trying to get a raise out of him, but it seemed that Vincent had warned him. He smiled tightly, raising his glass.

Louise leaned and whispered something about a portrait of the late viscount and Victoria laughed coldly. She looked back at the garden, where Georgia helped Primrose up and observed a quiet William drifting away. She wondered why wasn’t he following probable orders to impress the girl.

“Vicky, dear, have I ever told you about my nephew Caspian Hastings? He is available, a future marquess to the Hastings line and very much a bachelor…”

Primrose had decided to follow the Devlin boy into a hayloft and observed he was drawing something under his shirt, focused on it.

“What are you drawing?” She asked.

The boy looked up and cleared his throat, raising a bit his sketchbook “Nothing. Aimlessly drawing.”

Primrose showed her hands “I understand if you don’t want to show. I know we’ve been introduced, but with all that noise… I’m Lady Primrose Gray of Winbourne.” She extended her hand.

“William Devlin.” He shook her hand.

She sat in front of him, a respectful distance between them “It seems like our fathers wanted us to meet. Do you think he’s fishing for allies?”

“He is… that is, he is not my father, he is my guardian.”

“…Of course, my apologies. What are your theories on this whole soiree?”

1892

There had been several events, and Primrose had seen for herself some suitors from her mother, and had done her best to impress everyone with her piano and harp skills, which she had practised. According to Bea, men were inclined to women who had a good sense of music and who looked pristine and put-together, so she always chose sensible colours for her presentation. The Devlin boy had been invited, but he was not present. Probably sketching somewhere.

Someone went to fetch him. Her father was going to make an announcement. Primrose looked at Henry, and he looked at her too. Perhaps they’ve finally reached an agreement? Everyone looked at her father expectantly, a choking silence filling the room.

“As you know, my wife and I have been looking for a suitable groom for our little treasure, and we like to think we’ve found the perfect man for it. Hence, I have decided to announced the engagement of my daughter, the Lady Primrose… to William Devlin, Lord Carlisle’s ward.”

Her mother said nothing, perhaps bracing herself for something.

“I’m sorry?!” Duchess Louise cried.

“This is outrageous! Victoria, you told us that we were your first priority!” Duke Thomas argued. Henry just sank in his seat.

“Hah! I can think of better men here than that—,”

“THAT’S ENOUGH!” Primrose cried. William, who had been trying to withdraw, had been seized by Primrose’s hand, and she looked defiantly at the adults. She was playing a big gamble, but William did not deserve this “It was my choice,” she declared “my father presented me with all of the candidates and I chose Mr. Devlin. I chose him, not my parents. I understand your anger, but I will not allow you to insult my bridegroom.” She lifted her chin, and William looked at her, bewildered. Everyone sat down, and she swore the duke downed his glass. “From now on, you will speak to him with respect, for my sake and Winbourne’s.”

Henry stood up and lifted his glass “To Lady Primrose and Mr. Devlin, then.” The other candidates soon followed.

As they began whispering, William finally left, taking the chance that her grip had nearly vanished and Primrose followed. She chased him to the gardens. He noticed her and turned around “Why did you do it?”

“They were insulting you, sir. I couldn’t allow it. The choice is made. We will marry when we are older, and it is our duty to look out for the other.”

Something in his face flickered, and his shoulders softened “Thank you. I don’t think anybody has defended me that way before.”

Primrose smiled tightly, and nodded “I will leave you to your own thoughts. You know where to find me.”

Primrose walked to her room, already retiring to bed, when she found her mother there. She looked like she had aged a thousand years. She motioned her to sit with her “What you did today was brave. Not many would’ve defended a boy like him with such fierceness and bravery. But we can put an end to this if you wish. The Stolberg-Burke’s offer still stands…”

“No. I want it to leave it the way Papa has done. Besides, I think that I can finally do something good with my title. I think that his tie to me protects him from rumours.”

Victoria smiled widely and kissed her head soundly “When did my girl become so benevolent and wise?”

Primrose leaned on her mother and didn’t hear Victoria mutter “I will find a way out of this farce. You will marry for love, even if it’s the last thing I achieve, so help me God.”

#hp victorian era #hp fanfiction #primrose gray's legacy #pgl book one #the younger years #oc: primrose sabrina gray #vincent gray #victoria gray #william devlin #henry of alderly #mywriting*

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Hi besties!!! my name's Maya, and I'm an anthropologist! Though my original focus was on worms, I've recently taken a turn towards researching Inkfish of all types, as it's just fascinating stuff. I also hope to be able to educate inkfish on each other's history to hopefully help settle some of the recent animosity! But don't worry, I've dipped my whiskers into study of any species I can find courses on, so don't be afraid to ask :P

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Heyo, my name's Maeve or Olive, and I'm an Inkfish biologist! My interest started with Inklings, but octolings are inherently a close runner up, as you can't have one without the other! Their natural evolutionary history is absolutely fascinating to me, and I can't believe it's fallen out of common knowledge.

Mod Glaze Octoling | 28 | He/she/it

Greetings. My names are Aqueduct and Celadon (you can use either), and I'm an architect, with a particular fascination for architectural history and city planning. I love looking into how different species design their buildings and cities, and how to make structures and plans that accommodate a wide variety of species.

Mod Beetle Inkling | 26 | He/they

Hi guys! My name's Connor, and I'm a linguist, though I'm also studying general sociology and biology of non-inkfish as a minor. I love learning about how different species developed language, especially based on their evolutionary history and biology! I also find it fascinating how different species can communicate back and forth even if physically incapable of speaking each other's languages... it's crazy stuff.

FAQ

So... what is this blog?

This is a Splatoon based askblog that takes place during the setting of Splatoon 3, and follows my headcanons of splatoon biology! It’s is designed so you can send in questions, which will be answered ‘in character’ by one of the members of the team that "runs" this blog. If you��re familiar with Professor Peach, it’s something sort of like that. Basically, you’re allowed to send in questions that are responded to by either , as if you were a character in the setting. You’re also welcome to send in ‘ooc’ questions as well though! I also just reblog a bunch of art and posts revolving around splatoon, as well as some memes and such. This blog is intended to be 16+ because it might contain some upsetting or potentially NSFW content, but all in a biological format (Discussions of racism and wars, art of meat/dissections, discussion of breeding behavior and anatomy, etc). Everything will be tagged generously. There won’t be any condoning of mentioned behavior, and no explicit porn or heavily NSFW images without ample tagging and warnings. If you need anything tagged that I didn’t, please let me know.

So is this a roleplay blog?

Er... not exactly. It’s more of an in-character ask blog. But if you have a similar blog, I wouldn’t be opposed to interacting.

Am I allowed to use these headcanons?

Yes, go ahead! I would be thrilled to see anyone using any of these, or even something based off of these. You’re allowed to mix and match and change anything you want for your own personal use. You’re free to make OCs or characters based on any of this stuff too! Go crazy go stupid!

Am I allowed to do fanart / fanworks of _____?

Yes!!!! You’re 100% welcome to draw (or write about, or.. whatever) any of the characters featured here, your own takes on anything or any biology, or just. Anything from or inspired by this blog! I would love to see it! If you do, please DM it to me- I don’t check my email often, and don’t see @’s! I don’t mind at all!

Who’s the mod?

Hello! My name is Rhi / Toad, and I’m the mod here behind Squidbiology! My pronouns are they/them, please. I’m 22, neurodivergent, nonbinary, and have a degree in Zoo Animal Technology, and am employed at an invertebrate zoo!

I run this blog because I think speculative biology is neat, and I love to worldbuild, especially when it comes to biology! You might recognize some of my art and ideas from my other blogs, listed below.

Main || @toadsong​ Splatoon Sideblog || @lesbian-octoling Art Sideblog || @bees-draws

If you have any questions for me, feel free to send in an ask! Please specify that it’s either directly to me or OOC however, so I know not to answer in character!

Where’s Callie/Marina/Agent 3/etc?

Unfortunately, the characters running this blog are a bunch of random college students. They're not affiliated with any of the canon characters, except maybe some of the shopkeepers in passing.

RULES

Do not interact with this blog if you’re a bigot. This means do not interact if you’re LGBT+phobic of any kind, antisemetic, a nazi, anti-blm, pro-cop/’blue lives matter’, racist, ‘pro-ship’/pedo/MAP, etc. This includes transphobia, biphobia, and panphobia. If you’re nasty you know who you are. Get outta here!

On that note- despite the warning above, this blog will not particpiate in any political discussion or drama. I simply do not want nasty people interacting with this blog. If you want to discuss anything, at the very least, go to my main/sideblogs. The exception of this is if I reblog something from a nasty person/source- I try to do a brief check of who I reblog from, but sometimes I’m tired or lazy. If you notice content come from a questionable blog, let me know, and I’ll remove it!

Please try not to send in overly explicit or horny questions. Though this blog may discuss mature themes, such as discussions of breeding behavior and anatomy, it’s not going to be horny in nature.

[idyllic-affections]

Hi there! So thank you for your feedback about Kokoro. Im glad you her since she is my sweet bby （＾∀＾） .Kokoro is one of my more recent OCs that i have, so im still making her, which is why i thought asking a feedback but after reading your feedback, yeah you’re right. She’s my OC, someone i love and makes me happy, i shall do whatever i want with her! Which is make her have a happy life ^_^ (and make her unintentionally torment Gorou, she lives with Yae Miko for god sake) I also decided to let Kokoro have a hydro vision, while there are many points that i like with Kokoro having a dendro vision. Something about her having a hydro one feels right idk why tho :p (but she would actually get along with Nahida really well, crap now im reconsidering, guess it’s back to the drawing board then (⁠ب⁠_⁠ب⁠) ) why must i be so indecisive about an fictional character’s element (⁠ノ⁠ಥ⁠,⁠_⁠｣⁠ಥ⁠)⁠ノ⁠彡⁠┻⁠━⁠┻

Also PLEASE DO HONKAI STAR RAIL IF YOU EVER GET THE CHANCE TO DO SO, the found family in this one is STRONG. Like there’s the Astral Express which is just (≧∇≦). I wont spoil anything so you can enjoy it firsthand but the ideas and potential for platonic stuff is HIGH

Also im honestly excited and scared for Fontaine with how the trailer set the plot. Lynette’s death!?!? Lyney’s ARREST!? CHILDE’S ARRIVAL!?!?! What in archons name is going on!?!?? I honestly feel bad for Freminet since 1. His sister is “dead” 2. His brother is the suspect and possible murderer of said sister’s death. Really not a good time for him huh? Also can i talk about Navia for a second? I love her. She just gives off Chaotic good vibes which she probably has. I first thought she was gonna be like a phantom thief character but then the 4.0 trailer came out and there are security guys with her which now makes me think she is some sort of bodyguard for hire??? I just love her and i like to imagine her lovingly teasing my Fontaine OC for her famous pastries (i might talk about her here, so keep an eye out for that)

(Sorry for the many “also” btw ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ)

- 🐱 Anon

hi again dear!!!

yes!!!! do whatever makes you happy!!!! and indecisiveness is totally okay, too. you can switch backk and forth until you feel completely content! there's nothing wrong with changing up details and whatnot. you'll eventually settle on something that feels right <3 for me personally, i often go through many phases where i change important character details. it's usually while i'm writing their backstory or just their story in general that something seems to click in my brain, and all of a sudden, i have decided on the detail i wasn't sure about.

I GOT INTO HSR YESTERDAY ACTUALLY i am having so much fun with this game... it's so pretty??????? the characters are so dynamic????????? genshin feels so flat compared to hsr which is interesting to me, but hopefully hoyoverse takes steps to fix that lifeless feeling that genshin has sometimes in-game! or maybe i'm just burnt out? who knows! either way, i love hsr. it aligns with my interests so well.

CHILDE IS MR. WORLDWIDE HE IS EVERYWHERE AHSKSJSJGJFJ tbh i cannot WAIT for fontaine, i am so so so excited to see what this archon quest has in store.

i'm thinking about making a fontaine oc myself actually. lawful evil to lawful good kind of vibes, like.... they're evil-aligned at first but slowly change for the better once they realize how much they are hurting their beloved people. character development <3 but i would love to hear about yours, so i will definitely keep an eye out!

(and no need to apologize!!! i do that too sometimes <33)

#aphelion replies: 🐱 anon 🌸

[tootiredforyourshit3963]

Extraction pt.1

Got hella brain fog right now and this is the only thing I've been able to focus on in the last 24 hours

does not follow the canon storyline -

OC's name is now Cris Lendell -

Word Count: 1406

Warnings: gore, blood, violence, strong language. (18+)

Enjoy

not edited (yet)

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After the last field trip I took with Task Force 141, I found myself spending more time with the group.

Laughing at a terrible joke Roach just made, I downed another shot, sinking further into the feeling.

I don't drink often, but relaxation has been hard to come by. Often waking up in cold sweats, the ring of an explosion reverberating through my bones. Images flash in my head every time I close my eyes, blood and gore staining my subconscious.

The buzz of a drink has done well in silencing those thoughts and keeping those images at bay.

The table grew quiet as Pierce approached the group, laying a manilla folder on the table.

"Next mission details. Wheels up at 06:00."

I laughed as Soap groaned and his head fell to the table with a thud.

"Play nice, boys." I leaned back into the cushioned seat, chuckling.

"You too, Lendell." Price threw over his shoulder as he walked away.

I froze, looking up in confusion only to find he had disappeared into thin air.

It was Soap's turn to laugh as Roach clasped my shoulder.

"Finally get to see you in action, huh Reaper?" He teased, drawing out my callsign.

"Fuck off Sanderson." I swatted his hand away, standing up with the rest of the team.

Soap slung his arm around my shoulder, "Maybe it'll be my turn to save your ass, huh?"

"In your dreams, Johnny."

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My knee bounced as we rode in the APC, my shoulders bumping into those sitting next to me.

We had been transported into the butt-fuck middle of nowhere, south of Saudi Arabia near the border of Iraq. Our goal was to extract a mole for the CIA that had been working there for about a decade.

Nervousness flooded my chest, I wasn't quite sure what they needed me here for. The question had been bouncing back and forth in my head the entire trip.

I shook my head and raised my eyes to meet Ghost's gaze. He gave me a nod. The nerves settled a bit as I returned the gesture.

The APC came to a halt and the back doors swung open, bright light spilling into the caravan.

I scanned the area, we had been dropped in an abandoned town. Most of it was obliterated by explosives, but some buildings were intact. We made our way to the nearest house, setting up shop in what was once a living room.

Price laid down a map of the base, directing which groups would go where.

I was paired with Ghost and Roach, our part was to cut the power and aid in backup while the rest extracted the agent.

"Any questions," Price asked once everything had been covered. I shook my head in reply. 

"Good. Comms in." He ordered a chorus of "Yes, Sir." echoing in reply.

"Mission objective is to get in and get out. Let's make this quick."

"Why are we doing this in the middle of the fuckin day?" Roach questioned.

"Intel says that the cartel is moving bases last minute, they would be gone by nightfall."

Something uneasy settled in my stomach. "Not sure I like this," I mumbled. "Doesn't feel right."

"Probably just jitters, Ladell." Soap smacked my shoulder, "You'll get used to it."

I shook my head, hoping he was right.

The groups split, Ghost, Roach, and I headed towards the west part of the building while the rest waited nearby.

"Reaper, scan the area." Ghost ordered.

"Yes sir," After a few moments, everything seemed quiet.

"It's quiet..." 

"Fuckin hell." Ghost muttered, pulling out his own scope to check my work.

"Where the hell are they," Roach muttered.

"Base is silent, Price. You sure about this?" Roach questioned over comms.

"Orders are orders, just get your asses in there."

The uneasiness resurfaced.

Roach shook his head at the response and we moved forward.

Ghost checked the door before nodding, "Breach."

We filtered in, Ghost in front and Roach taking up the back.

"What the fuck..." Ghost breathed as we were met with a silent room.

He signaled us to move forward, sticking to the edges of the room as we did.

We made it to the second-floor control room with little to no trouble, only running into a handful of men on our way.

"Cutting power now." Ghost began to work as Roach and I covered him.

"Moving in now." Price replied.

"Are we sure-" I began but was swiftly cut off by flashing red lights.

"Shit, Ghost we have company." Soap cursed

The sound of an explosive going off nearby had us swinging toward the door, a firefight faintly sounding from outside the building.

"Fuck." Roach moved forward. "Were we set up?" 

"Can't make it inside, your group needs to find the target."

Footsteps sounded down the hall, and I heaved a sigh. "Here we go."

Seconds later, the door swung open. We began firing, taking down about three men before moving forward.

"Target is located in the basement. Get him and get out."

Stepping into the hall, the flashing red lights were our only source of visibility. Dousing the hall in darkness before filling it with an eerie hue.

I stayed between the two, taking down those I could when Ghost and Roach were preoccupied.

When we reached the main floor was where shit started to go south.

"Shit." Ghost took cover as Roach pulled me back into the hall, a wave of bullets flying past us.

Aiming down my sights I got a hold of one of the snipers, putting a bullet through his head as the other two worked.

After taking out a handful of soldiers, another wave spilled in.

"How you holding up, Lendell." Soap's voice  echoed in my ear

"Just peachy, how's it looking out there," I spoke over the noise.

"Not great. These fuckers keep showing up."

We slowly made out way into the main room as the crowd dwindled, needing to get across in order to access the stairwell.

"I'll cover you two, get to the stairwell now," Roach said from behind us.

"Wait, Roach-"

"Let's move Reaper." Ghost ordered, leaving little room for argument.

"Rendezvous with the rest of the group when you're done." He added as we sprinted, narrowly dodging stray bullets as we went.

I practically sprinted down the stairs, Ghost hot on my heels as we made our way down.

I jumped over the railing as two men ran up the stairs, kicking him back and sending him tumbling into the guy behind them. Ghost put a bullet in each of their heads.

"We doin acrobatics now?"

"Fuck off."

We hit the basement, a dark hallway leading to a shit ton of rooms.

"You check the left side." Ghost ordered.

I cleared each room, finding drug labs, medical tables, and empty rooms. It wasn't until I reached the last room that we found our man.

He had been chained to the ceiling, stripped to his boxers, cuts and bruises littering his body. 

"Ghost." I alerted him as I walked into the room, checking for anything before running up to his side. Ghost broke the chain and I caught him as he fell, lowering his body to the ground.

"He's unresponsive." I checked his pulse and cursed.

"Price, the targets dead." I checked into comms, and a string of curses sounded in response.

"Fuck" Ghost walked towards the door.

I checked the rest of his body, looking for any indicators of when and how he died.  Through the blood and grime, I noticed stitches crudely sewn into his chest and stomach. My blood ran cold as I noted the edge of a wire sticking out from one of the seams, my head snapped up to the ceiling, and saw the rest of it hanging from where the chain had been.

Fuck.

I sprung to my feet, grabbing Ghost's arm and dragging him out of the room as the bomb went off. The shock wave sent us flying. I could hear a faint crack as Ghost hit the wall, his body going limp.

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This ended up being way longer than intended but I'm having a blast (pun intended)

next chapter

#task force 141 #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #captain price #roach sanderson #COD #modern warfare #MW #fanfic #xOC

[ardenssolis]

———  basics! ♡

(PEN)NAME:  Shi

PRONOUNS:  she / her

ZODIAC SIGNS:  CAPRICORNNNNN—!

TAKEN OR SINGLE:  Single

TIME ZONE: CST

———  three  facts! ♡

I’ve never been to a school off military bases so idek what normal civilian schools are like

I looooove horror films, but also will cover my eyes if it gets too bloody.

I have a lot of succulents in my room and I named them all after Knights of the Round…

———  experience ! ♡

I have been writing for like 5000 years. Didn’t get into rping until I was like 13 years old and it was in a Yugioh chat where everyone was typing super fast and messages were like vroom across my screen (which actually helped me learn to type really fast but THAT’S ANOTHER STORY–). From there, I eventually rp’d some things with Inuyasha in that chat when that show came on Toonami, then eventually branched off to ocs that I’d write / draw on Deviantart for groups and stuff which was really fun! In 2016 (?) I wound up coming on tumblr because college life killed my drive to draw over time so keeping up with that was difficult. From then on, here is where I’ve been! ^ O ^ )9

———  muse preference !  ♡

I notice I tend to drift towards muses that have moral ambiguity for the most part, but I have written muses like Kirei from F.ate so who knows! But for the most part, I do like those grey aligned individuals because they’re so fun to pick apart due to all the layers they have. Are they your friend? Your enemy? It’s that mystery that’s so great.

———  FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT! ♡    

FLUFF:  I LOVE IT. A lot of my muses are not really “fluffy” most of the time, so when there’s an opportunity to write them in a way where they step outside of a certain bubble and show another side of themselves that’s softer, I’m forever all for it. The rarity of it is what makes me adore those little moments the most. Even something as simple as baking for any of my muses has me clenching my chest and feeling all warm and fuzzy lmao. I am but a simple woman.

ANGST:  I love angst, but for a purpose. If it’s done without any form of direction just for the sake of it, like Jake gets hit by a car out of nowhere in an rp so Billy can get upset then I probably don’t have interest in it. But if it’s for characterization purposes and it feels natural and not forced, then I am all game! Some of the best rps I have had were quite emotional and really, really dug deep into my muses. Even more so if that muse doesn’t often let their feelings be known to someone else but they’re put in a situation where they’re feeling it. 

SMUT:  I may not write smut very often, but I do love it when I do! I tend to get really lengthy with it because I enjoy exploring the emotional aspect of smut more so than the spicy factor. Do I like the spice? Yes. But the feelings behind it are what really keeps me writing more so than the former. When it comes to smut, though, I’m much more comfortable writing this with friends or mutuals I’ve known for a while. Writing that with people I’m not too familiar with is just not my cup of tea FKJDSHFSFSS.

PLOT / MEMES:  I can’t plot to save my life. Like, I prefer just  a simple quick back and forth until we have a good idea on a direction we want to go, and then from there, someone just making a starter / sending an inbox interaction whenever to hop into it. Anything more than that and my attention span tends to slowly drift away. So memes are 100% often the way to go with me just because those can start anywhere and just go anywhere. I’m a spontaneous rper for the most part! 

tagged by: @oldestking​​ (thank you smol! ///////)

tagging: anyone who wants it!

#;tagged #;ooc jabber

[spidey-bie]

Hi hi This is the-cat-and-the-birdie and uhh lemme just drop my spidersona here ~

Her names Diane Pastors and she’s from the early 80’s. Her parents were Black Panther Party members and after their deaths, she was raised by the chapter’s leader Auntie May and got bit by a CIA experiment

Her names DiscoSpider and she can rollerskate on walls and uhh she’s just a really chill gal who just loves her funky bass and disco music (and being black she loves being black)

AND SPECIFICALLY yes im shipping her with Hobie - except despite the fact they’re both the chillest people ever they bicker all the time about everything. He calls her ‘Annie’ cause she hates it, she told him Rick James’ ‘Super Freak’ was better than the entire Sex Pistols discography and they go back and forth while she holds off laughter

Once a day he’ll do something just to piss her off then see Miles and Gwen and go ‘Oh for fucks sake Anne’s kicking off again isn’t she?? 🙄🙄’ (Thanks for letting me rant lol)

Of course rant away.

I love how we're taking different elements of black history and culture and incorporating them into our ocs.

I immediately thought of that one Lady Gaga and Beyonce song after I read your oc's name and for that I'm sorry. But roller skating on the walls.

Imagine how cool/terrifying that'd be. All of a sudden you hear the sounds of plastic wheels closing in. You look up and there's a sparkly woman hanging upside down from the ceiling.

I love the idea of those couples that just arguing for the sake of arguing. My family is like that and it's the funniest thing to watch. Don't let nobody who's not family go off on one of the though.

I love looking and hearing about other people's spidersonas. I just wish I could draw so I could see my girl in all her glory.

Please explain the Annie bit to me because I am young and know nothing of the outside world 😭

#spidersonas #spidersona #hobie brown #jay webs words #my fuzzy friends [🕷️]

[angelguk]

Going raw with jock jk 🥴

well...aw shit here we go again (literally nawt edited)

pairing: jock!jk and oc

warnings: use of pet names, mentions of orgasms/oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, jeongguk is SO IN LOVE, yeah its soft and horny :3

There’s an edge to the air that Jeongguk feels in his chest. It’s sharp, loaded with something unfamiliar that leaves his heart in a mess of nerves, thumping loud in the silence of his room. In the distance, his brain registers the unforgettable boisterous laugh of Mingyu downstairs, probably laughing at something silly Yoonho said. The pair were always around, clambering around Jeongguk’s dorm as if they lived there while Yugyeom grumbled from his seat on the couch. Normally, he would be a little bit annoyed. Jeongguk loved his friends but he also adored his solitude (there’s also the fact that one time they cleared the fridge of all his banana milk and ate his galbi leftovers). But right now, he cannot fathom leaving the comfort of these four walls to kick them out. Not when you’re panting into his bed-sheets, skin flushed warm and a blissful glaze covering your eyes when you flutter them his way.

Nothing in the world mattered as much as you did.

“You good?” He whispers it into the hollow of your neck, delicately planting a kiss there a moment after.

The sigh you release seeps into his heart, a soft gentle sound that he longs to hear again.

“Perfect,” you quietly return, gracing him with a smile that could end wars and clear skies.

He wants to do this slowly, savour every part of you all over again. He can still taste you on his tongue, the memory of your muffled cries and beautiful tremors so fresh in his mind that it’s almost violent. But his own desires demand attention, cock hard against the line of his stomach, a need so desperate building rapidly. His hands travel slow by force, but you know him too well, knocking your legs apart so that your heat meets his, slick eagerly coating the length of him.

The groan he lets out his accidental, melting into the air as Jeongguk buries his face in your neck. In his dismay you giggle, a devious sound, as your fingernails trail down his back, digging into muscle with purpose.

“It’s you’re turn now, love.” It’s murmured into his ear, your hands sinking into the mess of his curls. You brush them away with a fondness that cracks his heart open, something wild and beautiful blooming in his chest.

Love. Love. He thinks about that word a lot. Thinks about it when you cheer for him at his games, tiny frame jumping onto the bleachers so you can see the field better. When you wack at his arm and laugh at his lame jokes. When you drop an iced americano in his hands after his tortuous nine am classes with Professor Lee. When you tug him into your arms and kiss him like you want to memorise the feeling on his lips on yours. When you look at him. When you hands slides into his, a fit as perfect as your bodies moving together in his bed. 

Love.

You.

He thinks he might. He knows he does.

He should say it. Soon at least. Before it comes out during an untimely situation. Like the time your car broke down in the middle of a busy street and when you called for help Jeongguk was terrified that you’d gotten hurt. The itch didn’t leave even after you’d explained the situation, angry honking and your voice trembling with concealed tears. He wanted to say it then. Needed to. It almost slipped out when he said goodbye, promising to come as quickly as he could.

I love you.

Would it be that big of a deal? He thinks about as your hands fall from his body. He rises slowly, moving to rummage through his drawers for a condom. There’s four left. He bought a pack of 30 not even two weeks ago. Perhaps he spent more time learning the taste of your cunt than he did on his lectures. But this was still new. Bright, unlearned. He’d just figured out that you like it when he pins you down hard, making it impossible for you to squirm as he licked you apart. So perhaps the rapidly emptying box is warranted.

When he looks back at you, you’re staring at him. The foil feels funny in his hands. He gives it a twirl before attempting to tear it open.

“Actually,” you interrupt. He halts, heart loud in his head. “We... You... What if we didn’t use it?”

Oh. 

“Because, well,” you quickly tack on, shuffling upright. Jeongguk will admit that he did stare at your boobs as you did so. “We both got tested right? And, I am on birth control.”

Fuck. He most definitely came a little at just the thought of fucking you raw. Not that he hasn’t thought about it. But before it was never an outright possibility. Not until now, when you look like an angel in his bed, your body his temple to worship.

“Okay,” Jeongguk tries to keep his voice levelled but he knows it wavers. Whether it’s fear or excitement he can’t discern yet. “We can do that, yeah.”

You smile and he drops the condom like it scales him, climbing back into your arms where he belongs. It takes a little bit of shifts and shuffles, quiet laughs and gentle kisses interrupting the journey, before Jeongguk settles at your entrance, sliding in with an ease that should be criminal. You take him so well that he nearly blows his load right there, a tight wet heat welcoming every inch of his length. He doesn’t miss the way your back arches from the back, his hands cupping the back of your hips. There’s a whine that escapes from your throat, followed by the sound of name. You’re delirious, your moans colouring his room warm. He can’t help but buck forward, lip caught between his teeth as he forces his release down. His thoughts are stuck on how good you feel around him, velvet walls fluttering when he pauses, gives you a moment to adjust, his gaze dropping to your half open eyes.

“Bunny,” he murmurs. You mumble something incoherent, which Jeongguk replies to by bucking his hips deeper. “Bunny.”

“Hmm?” 

“Look at me.” It takes a moment but you force your eyes open, gaze meeting Jeongguk’s. His curls keep tumbling into his face but you can still feel the heat of his gaze from behind them. “Good girl.” There’s the rock of his hips, followed by a sharp tug as he pulls you closer to him . You can feel him in your guts, thick cock splitting you right open. “Be good for me, hmm? I’m not gonna be gentle with you, baby. You can take it though, can’t you?”

“Y-yes.”

“Aren’t you perfect,” Jeongguk says it as he slips out, before slamming back hard enough to draw a cry from your mouth. “Pussy made just for me.”

Your high is right there, creeping closer the harder he fucks you. It doesn’t help that you’ve cum twice since you’ve set foot into his room. Once on his fingers, the second on his tongue. But they can’t compare to the heat that builds when Jeongguk finally slides into you. It’s euphoric, a tingling that skips across your skin, burning when he fingertips wander to your clit like they do now.

“J-Jeongguk! Can’t — I can’t —”

“You can. You said you would, bunny. Be good for me.” He hooks your legs over his shoulders then, fucking hard enough to rock the bed, the wooden frame bumping against his walls. Your moans are no longer quiet, harmonising with the sound of your skin meeting. Jeongguk can’t be bothered to cover your mouth like he usually would, too busy ignoring the pit in his stomach. He needs you to do it first, it’s what drives his hips forward, thrusts fervent. You do a moment later, your fingernails scrapping his back and his name on the tip of your tongue. He lips slot against yours naturally, swallowing every moan and mumble with love. He kisses you until he needs to breath, parting to whispers praises as you unravel around him. It unlocks something wild in his brain, the feeling of your wetness coating his cock with every buck of his hips into you. Whatever springs forth consumes him, so much so that Jeongguk nearly blacks out when his own crescendo hits, almost violent in how it slams into him. He can’t think about anything else but the feeling of the two of you around him. Perfectly wet and warm as he reluctantly slides out.

Your hearts thump in unison, an orchestra of their own, your joined hard breathing accompanying the melody. His brain is blank, bones warm and mushy. He could die happily right now (not really, though, cause that means he’d never see you again). There’s nothing but contentment bleeding through his system when he reaches out for you, comfort blossoming in his chest at the feeling of your skin against his. 

He can’t dispute it then, the second your gaze hits his. He loves you. He loves you so much he could burst with it. You smile as he crumbles, biting his tongue because the words are just there.

“Jeongguk, baby,” you say, crawling into his arms. He never wants you to leave them. “I love you, but could you please get me a towel or something. It’s kind of leaking out of me.”

#jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #au: jock!jaykay #jungkook scenarios #jungkook fanfic #bts x reader #yeah this not edited if u see a mistake u did not!!

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The Island | KTH (Seven)

Summary: You’re just two strangers waking up in a room on a lonely island where a company in the business of love has placed you. They believe that thanks to their in depth research you two are destined soulmates. What happens when your ‘soulmate’ and you want nothing to do with each other but falling in love is the only way to leave?

Pairing: Taehyung x Female reader

Genre: strangers to lovers, very slight enemies to lovers, soulmates au, roommate au, slow burn, fluff, smut, angst, slight crack, and drama.

Word Count: 10.6k

Warnings: swearing, sexual tension (?) maid outfit, spanking, vaginal fingering, panty sniffing, pussy slapping, Oc’s ex is an ass, use of a vibrator, mirror sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, multiple positions, rougher sex, choking, sad oc, vulnerable Tae,

Notes: Ch7 is here! A lot goes on but I hope you guys like this chapter. I would say the second part of the story is truly beginning. ;) Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist, or send an ask if just want to chat about the stories!:)

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Month 7

“I believe you missed a spot.” You glance over your shoulder to see Taehyung pointing down at some random spot on the lower shelf of the bookcase. His expression is dark, his eyes half lidded as he gazes at you. You turn around to face him, your breasts pushed out thanks to the…outfit…you are wearing. You reach forward with the white duster in hand and lightly sweep it across his chest.

“Where?” You tease. “Here?” You slide the duster lower until it barely grazes over his crotch.

Taehyung slightly moves his head to the side as he pushes a short breath of air out, he looks up as a sly smile draws itself on his perfect lips.

“Finish dusting the bookshelf,” he sounds amused, “Down there, I want you bent over, making sure it’s perfectly cleaned.” He points low again.

You raise your brows and say ‘Ah’, turning back around to face the shelves again. “Yes, Taehyung.” You whisper out and he smirks.

Your maid outfit is quite short on you, the material tight around your body. It’s very low cut giving Taehyung the perfect view of your pushed up breasts that he basically drools at the sight. But now he is getting the view of your ass. The way you are bent over, dusting the shelf has his pants getting tighter and tighter around his cock.

Taehyung walks forward until his crotch is directly pushed up against your cheeks, and his hands are gripping at your waist.

“Lower, clean lower.” He instructs and you begin to bend lower, your ass on fuller display now, the black lacey thong doing little to cover you and leaving nothing to the imagination. Taehyung’s eyes slowly skim down your back until they are settling at your cheeks being pushed up against him.

“Am I doing a good job?” you wiggle your ass and he bites down on his bottom lip. Hard. His plump flesh stuck between his teeth as he continues to stare down at you. You start moving your ass side to side, up and down. Circling your hips into his crotch and Taehyung sighs out, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“Don’t make me fuck you right here.” He warns, his voice is tight and strained. You can’t help but push back harder, feeling his hardening cock grow against your cheeks. Taehyung steps back from you, his hands sliding from your waist to your ass. He squeezes the cheek and gives one side a generous spank.

“Keep moving your hips.” He commands, “Fuck yourself onto my fingers.” And then his hand slides down until his fingers are at your wet folds, the material of your thong barely covering you. With his other hand he begins to slip your underwear off of you, he squats behind you dragging them down your legs, slowly…very slowly. You whine when he takes his time, he is always taking his fucking time. It drives you absolutely nuts.

“For fucks sake, woman.” He breathes out, “You are so fucking wet. You like dressing up this much? You like teasing me this much?” he lifts one foot at a time as he takes the underwear off of you. He brings the panties to his nose and sniffs the soaked material.

“Mm.” He throws the thong to the ground, and gets closer to your bare pussy.

You wiggle your ass again and he darkly chuckles, he brings his hand forward and lightly slaps your wet cunt.

“Taehyung!” You moan, you voice shaking as your arousal begins dripping down your pussy and onto your inner thighs. “Please touch me again.”

“My fingers.” He says, “That’s all you get.”

His fingers play at your folds again, they slide between them, gathering your juices. His fingers are so intimidatingly beautiful and long and you anticipate the feel of them entering you. But he doesn’t quite yet, he just continues to slide them between your folds. The tips of his fingers brushing against your clit, leaving you whining.

“I only have one rule for you baby girl.” Taehyung leans forward to kiss your right ass cheek. “You have to be loud. I want every microphone in this place picking up your moans.” He finally dips a finger into your hole and you cry out.

“That’s it. But louder.” He leaves another kiss as he enters another finger. The high pitched moan that leaves your lips should be illegal, it is such a cry in pleasure that it is obvious that his fingers bring you a feeling of euphoria.

“Taehyung, Taehyung.” You start chanting his name, in hopes he will enter another long finger but instead he starts to slowly, very fucking slowly, thrust his fingers in and out of you. He curls them in a way that brushes against your most sensitive fucking spot that has you rocking your hips along with his movements.

“That’s it baby.” He stops moving his hand, but continues to curl and scissor his fingers in you as you fuck his fingers. You rock your hips back and forth, choosing a quick pace as you fuck his long, delicious fingers. Your long, dragged out moans fills his ears and he just smiles as he stares at your pussy. His cock is aching. He wants to fuck you so bad. But as said before, he is a man of self-control. His ability to refrain from fucking you rough and quick astonishes even him.

“Taehyung!” you whine, “Oh god!”

His fingers continue to hit that spot inside you that has you tensing so hard, you clench around his fingers and moan loudly, so fucking loudly that you don’t even recognize yourself.

“That’s it…that’s it.” His other hand sneaks its way around your body until his fingers find your swollen clit. He starts rubbing tight circles, your knees shaking and your body starting to give out.

“I’m gonna—I’m gonna…” you pant, “Can I come? Please?” you move against him faster.

Taehyung licks his lips, he watches at your juices run down your legs and he feels so fucking pleased with himself. He finally starts thrusting his fingers into you once again, at a brutal pace while his other fingers still work themselves on your clit. Your shaky legs give out on you and you fall to all fours on the floor. Your face smooshed in the carpet as you raise your ass higher in the air.

“You can come.” He gives his permission and you groan out loudly, “Now.” He says with a low voice. You feel the wave of your orgasm hit you, it washes over you wave after wave, drowning you in pleasure. Your body is about to fall completely to the floor when Taehyung’s fingers leave your body to catch you.

“That’s it baby.” He whispers, “You did so fucking well.” He starts rubbing your back as he pulls you into his chest. “You put on quite the show. I bet these fuckers watching are creaming their fucking pants right now.” He chuckles. You breathe heavily into his chest, a small laugh leaving your mouth.

“How about we shower?” he offers, his hand still on your back. “Clean you up.”

“I want…I want you to come too…” you say between harsh breaths, “Not fair that I—”

“Oh baby.” Taehyung squeezes his eyes shut and laughs. “You think I wouldn’t come at the sight of you? You think my cock stayed good? Stayed pure? You think I didn’t explode in my pants watching you fuck my fingers? Watching you on all fours in this fucking outfit?”

You lift your head from him with a confused expression until a smirk plays at your lips.

“You came? Just watching me? Without touching yourself?”

Taehyung opens his eyes to gaze at you, his licks his lips and brings your hand to dip inside his pants. The feeling is wet and sticky and your eyes widen.

“You’re just too fucking sexy.” He admits with a dark chuckle, “Sometimes I allow myself to lose a little control, you know?”

Dear Lord, this man drives you fucking nuts. You lean in to find his lips…you don’t think you will ever get used to this. The feeling of his lips on yours…the feeling of this.

But something is off. You feel it deep within your bones. And nothing makes you more afraid.

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“W-What do you mean?” you feel your lip tremble. “What are you talking about?”

“This has gone on too long, y/n. I had to do something about it.” Ben’s lips are set in a firm line. “You are crossing too many boundaries.”

“Boundaries? I just told them we—”

“We what?” he snaps. “You blabbed and lied to the whole office.”

“L-Lied?” you feel your body get really warm, slowly filling with rage. “What are you talking about? Lied?”

“Saying we are in some sort of romantic relationship? How delusional are you?” he grits out, “So I was nice to you a few times, but you become so delirious and imagine we are in some sort of relationship?” he scoffs, “It’s truly sick.”

You pull your eyebrows together, completely confused and shocked at his words. What is he fucking saying? What is he going on about?

“I filed a complaint about you to HR. They will deal with this legally.”

“L-Legally?” You’re speechless. “What the fuck are you talking about Ben?” you glance towards his cracked open office door, you know at the volume you two are speaking at you can be heard.

“You told me you loved me!” you cry out. “You have fucked on this very desk!” you point at his office desk and look at him incredulously.

“Christ’s sake, y/n. I will call security.”

You feel tears bubble in your eyes and they begin streaming down your face.

“Ben? What is this about? Why are you doing this?”

“This is truly unprofessional.” He walks closer to you then leans down to whisper in your ear. “If I were you, I would just go.” Then leans away with a dark smirk on his face.

“Fuck you.” You spit out, “Go to fucking Hell.” You turn towards his office door and swing it open, walk through, and slamming it shut.

You wipe at your face, walking to your cubicle to gather your things. Layla stares at you from her seat and shakes her head disapprovingly.

“You’re so pathetic.” She snarls, “Making all this shit up.”

You whip your head in her direction, not believing your ears. Sure, you kept your relationship a secret for a while and maybe she has a hard time believing that but—

“Did you do all this because you were jealous?” Layal spits out, “That he would flirt with me? Did you want it to be you?”

“Layla—”

“Get out of here.”

You feel weak. Too weak to respond, too weak to defend yourself. You gather your things and make your way out of the buildings floor, to the elevators. You cry the entire way down to the ground floor. Not believing a thing that just happened to you. The man you have been with for over 6 moths just betrayed the fuck out of you, just embarrassed you in front of the entire office. He ruined you. You will never recover from this. How could you?

“So she…chose him over you?” Taehyung’s deep voice crawls all over your skin as he asks the question that depresses you further.

“I guess…” you bring a cracker to your lips, sticking it between them but not eating it. You stare blankly at the couch cushion beneath you, not entirely wanting to have this conversation.

“But you two were friends…” Taehyung scrunches his face in displeasure, he’s starting to get peeved, you can tell.

“It’s fine, Tae.” You finally open your mouth and take a bite of the cracker and swallow the dry food in one go. The crackers slowly making its way down your throat, a lump is formed and you reach towards the coffee table a gulp down some water.

“It’s not fine y/n.” he huffs out, “These people hurt you. Makes me wanna—”

“I said it’s fine.” You try again, setting the water back down. “It’s in the past.”

“Babe…” Taehyung’s hand finds yours, he wraps his fingers around yours tightly and strokes his thumb over your soft skin. “I know you don’t want to remember this…I understand. Talking about your past can be hard—”

“What about you?” you snap your head up, looking into his eyes with a somewhat hard stare. “Should we talk about your past?”

“I’m an open book, y/n.” he whispers softly, “You can ask me whatever and I will gladly tell you…” he squeezes your hand but you continue to stare at him coldly.

“What about Hana? In her eyes you guys are practically together.” You grit your teeth, “I kind of feel like the other woman here.” You admit. Taehyung’s eyes widen just slightly before they fill with something similar to guilt.

“But we weren’t together. And I doubt she is waiting for me all this time…”

“You claimed to be so in love with her Taehyung, and now you just aren’t?” you snap, making Taehyung flinch. His lips turn downwards as a frowns decorates his face, he then looks at you narrowing his eyes.

“Careful, y/n.” he warns. “I understand you’re feeling—”

“Oh? And how am I feeling?” you pull your hand away from his, setting it into your lap, joining your other hand.

“Insecure.” He says bluntly. “But it’s okay. I will say what I have to say to reassure you.”

“Oh? So you are just saying whatever you think will help me feel better? Whatever it takes, right?”

“y/n…” Taehyung can’t help but rolls his eyes. “Everything I say will be the truth. I would never…I will never lie to you.”

You stare at him with pinched brows, your breathing harsher than before. You grit your teeth in frustration and tear your eyes away from his.

“Sure, Taehyung. So what? You just suddenly don’t feel anything for her?”

Taehyung breathes in and out a few times, trying to gather his patience.

“A long time ago I asked you if it really seemed like a had feelings for her…everyone was right. I don’t. I just wanted to. I wanted something, someone…but now—”

“How do I know you just aren’t transferring those same feelings to me?”

“For fucks sake, woman.” Taehyung runs a hand down his face. “I am literally falling in love with you!”

Your eyes quickly dart across the room, you try to find something to focus on—anything but Taehyung.

“Look at me.” He demands of you. “Now.” And then you are feeling his fingers at your jaw as he softly guides you to face him. “I am going to make sure this works no matter what. And that will take a lot of fucking communication. So talk.”

“I…” your eyes finally find his, they’re like a pool of chocolate and you find yourself wanting to take a dip. “I don’t know if I am ready.” You breathe out, the admission making you feel small.

Taehyung gulps, his hands coming together to rest in his lap.

“Ready for what?” he asks, the nervousness evident in his voice.

“You.”

Taehyung’s hands are sweaty as he holds onto himself, bracing himself if you are to continue but you don’t. You stay silent as you search his eyes.

“Tae?”

Taehyung blinks at you, clearing his throat.

“I…” he begins, “I understand.”

“I do like you Taehyung.” You clarify before he can overthink. “I just—”

“I said I understand.” He reminds you softly. “And trust me, I know you like me, I would be blind to think you didn’t. I don’t play games y/n. I don’t want you to either. Be real with me, be honest.” He releases a shaky breath. “You’re still going through a lot, you probably don’t have closure…you probably have a lot to work out when you get back home.” He says quickly, “Love is the last thing on your mind—”

“That’s not true!” you cut in. “God, Taehyung you make me…you make me want to forget everything. You make me want to stay on this island with you for forever.”

Taehyung blinks at you again before he offers you a small smile.

“But that’s not real life y/n.” he looks down at his hands, “I want to experience real life with you.” He finds your eyes again, “And you aren’t ready for that.”

“I want to be.” Your eyes begin to wet with tears. “I really, really want to be.”

“I know baby.”

“Slow.” You scoot closer to him, “I still want to be in this. Just slow.” You say, not believing yourself. Your trauma isn’t your only problem here. It’s this whole damn company.

“You still want me?” Taehyung whispers softly and you begin to feel yourself melt into liquid, your body puddling on the couch.

“Tae…” you lean into his space, pecking his lips lightly. “Yes, of course.” You lean back and smile. “You mean so much to me…” you look down at his tense hands. You want to comfort him now. “You are such a light in my life.” You fingers cover his hands and your squeeze lightly. “I feel so strongly for you.” You admit. Hating yourself for being so drawn to him.

“Yeah?” he releases some of the tension in his body through a long, shaky breath.

“Yeah.”

“Then we have to communicate. I know it’s hard. But y/n, I am quite literally desperate to make this work.” He sighs, “I will do whatever it takes. And I just want to know if you will do the same.” His dark eyes pierce into yours and you find yourself being even more drawn to him, leaning closer and closer like he has you under some sort of spell.

“Yes, Taehyung. But…”

“She quit her job out of nowhere! Came back home? This isn’t damn suspicious to you honey?” Your moms voice is loud enough for you to hear from the living room.

“She said she has her reasons sweetheart. Let’s just trust her, be there for her.”

“Do you think this has anything to do with that boyfriend she had? You think they broke up?” you mother pries further, making your father roll his eyes.

“You think our daughter would move to another town just because of a break up?” he groans and you bite your bottom lip as you eavesdrop.

You hear your mother scoff, “Wouldn’t be that surprised. She’s known for running away when shit hits that fan.” She reminds your dad and you feel your eyes gloss over and the slight burn of your throat.

“Sweetheart…” you father warns, “Let’s just be there for her for now, she will come to us eventually.”

But will you? Even your father isn’t sure.

You feel the tightness in your chest only intensify as you recall your memories. Taehyung watches you with careful eyes as he thinks of your life and the things you’ve been through. He grabs you by the wrist and pulls you into his chest, your head getting buried into his shoulder and he starts to soothingly rub your back.

“You can cry if you need to.” His voice is soft, softer than you have ever heard it. This only pushes you to listen to him…you cry. You cry just as hard as you did in the elevator that first day. He rubs circles into your back and whispers sweet words into your hair. You hate this. You feel pathetic. But somehow you feel yourself getting freed with every tear that drops and soaks into his t shirt. You finally…finally after all this time, for the first time, feel someone’s support. You feel someone understand you, believe you.

“Taehyung…” you cry into his shirt harder as that realization hits you. “Taehyung…”

He slams his eyes shut and inhales you. The scent of your shampoo filling his senses and he goes dizzy.

“I’m here baby. I’m here.”

But he won’t always be here, you think. Once he goes home why wouldn’t he just continue to live his normal life? Why wouldn’t Hana wait for him? He’s amazing. He’s absolutely the best thing that has happened to you in the last year. Why wouldn’t someone wait for him?

This only makes you cry harder. He pulls you into his lap and continues to stroke your back. He is terrified. He won’t say that out loud, but he is. He is falling for you harder and harder with every moment he spends with you, good or bad. He just wants to protect you, to be there for you, to make you safe and happy.

“y/n?” he leans back to get a look at your crying face, but you only shove your face deeper onto his shoulder, refusing to be seen right now.

“Will you look at me?” he softly pleads. “Please.”

You hesitate for a moment but finally lift your head, showing him your swollen eyes and puffy lips.

“Still think you are falling in love with me?” you joke pathetically and Taehyung smiles sadly.

“I think I already am.”

Month 8

It’s been 8 months…stuck on this island for 8 months. You know the day to return home is coming at any moment. The anticipation quite literally kills you. Every day that passes you want to believe that Taehyung’s feelings are real. You want to believe it so badly. But something deep within you, stops you. You have these heavy ass doubts that weigh you down.

Taehyung isn’t blind…of course he has noticed. He has known you for 8 months, you and only you so of course he has noticed—he knows you—he hates how well he knows you. Taehyung doesn’t give up though, he gives you space when you obviously need it and he is there for you when you also obviously need it. This makes you feel like a mess. Mostly just makes you feel as pathetic as you probably are.

You lay in bed with Taehyung snoozing next to you, his arm draped lazily around your hips. Did this company win? They forced you two together…and he probably only thinks he’s in love with you. You are the only one he knows…what other choice did he have? You blink back growing tears and huff out loudly.

“You okay?” you hear Taehyung whisper from beside you, startling you.

“Y-Yes.” You lie. “Just—”

“Just stressed? You have been really stressed the last month…” he awkwardly chuckles.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know how to distress I guess.” You awkwardly laugh back and he stays silent for a moment.

“I could think of a few ways…”

It’s been a while since the two of you had sex. Maybe a few weeks? You’ve just been so into your head that you just can’t get into it. But Taehyung’s touch sounds so warm and inviting right now.

“And…what are those ways?” you turn to lay on your side, inching closer to him.

“What ways will make you most comfortable?” Taehyung asks slowly and carefully. His hand reaches up to caress you cheek and you automatically lean into his touch for the first time in what feels like forever.

“Anything you can come up with Tae.” You breathe out, you words hitting his plush lips.

“I think I know how to relax you.” He tests the waters by leaning in to kiss you. The sigh of relief that pushes past his lips when you kiss him back is almost comical, almost sad.

“Come with me.” He says pulling away from you, only confusing you.

“W-Where?” you ask as he rises from the sheets and steps out onto the floor. You follow his lead though, leaving the bed to join him. He takes your hand and leads you out of the bedroom, walking you through the hallway until you reach another bedroom door. This room?!

“Tae…” you softly say his name and he squeezes your hand.

“Just trust me.” He opens the bedroom door and switches on the soft, low lighting.

You both walk through the room and he leads you in front of the bed.

“Undress.” He tells you, his voice a little lower than usual. “Now.”

You release a long breath before lifting your tank top of your head and shoving your shorts down your legs. You stand here in just a purple bralette and some black panties and Taehyung raises a brow at you.

“All the way.” He says, “All your clothes.”

He crosses his arms over his chest as he waits expectantly. His dark gaze making you feel nervous so suddenly.

“D-Don’t stare.” You reach behind you to unclasp your bra, the purple material dropping to the floor, exposing your breasts.

“Panties next.” He commands, licking his lips as he gazes at you.

“Taehyung.” You whine, feeling so exposed. Taehyung walks closer to you until he’s standing inches away, his hand reaches forward until his fingers are playing with the band of your underwear. He lifts the band up and slaps it against your skin.

“I said panties next.” Then he’s stepping away from you as he smirks.

You gulp, trying not to roll your eyes as you feel the sting on your hips from the panties being slapped against you.

“Yes Taehyung.” You listen, dragging the panties down one leg at a time, they pool at your ankles and you kick them away.

“Good job baby girl.” He says, turning around to walk towards one of the drawers. He rummages through it until he finds what he is looking for.

“Perfect.” He says, holding something small in his hands. You don’t know what it is specifically, but you have an idea considering you know what’s in that drawer.

“Taehyung.” You whine again and he keeps what’s in his hand hidden as he walks towards you. He sits on the edge of the bed, scotting back just a bit and spreading his legs.

“Sit between my legs.” He orders. “Facing the mirror.”

You raise a brow at him and he smiles. “Just trust me.” He says.

“Okay…” you walk forward and turn around, sitting on the bed and scooting between his legs until your bare back in flush against his chest.

“Take your shirt off…I want to feel your skin on my skin.” You quietly beg. Taehyung takes a moment to think before he’s nodding his head at you, his eyes catching yours in the mirror.

“Sure baby.” He lifts his shirt over his head and throws it off to the side and you lean back to feel his warn skin on your back.

You stare at him through the mirror, his breaths hitting the side of your neck and you begin to close your eyes. What does he have in mind?

“Spread your legs. Put your legs on either side of mine…bend your knees…just like that, yes.” Taehyung praises you as you do as he instructs. You watch in the mirror as Taehyung guides your legs apart, his eyes on your pussy in the mirror as you expose yourself to him.

“Perfect.” Suddenly, you hear a low buzzing sound. Your eyes shoot open and you catch his gaze.

“Tae…”

He shows you the small bullet vibrator to you in the mirror, his smile growing as he watches your eye lids get heavier. You nod your head to him, and roll it back until it hits his shoulder.

“Oh baby, you’re the one doing it, I’m just here for support.” He takes your hand and wraps your fingers around the small vibrator. You eye him in the mirror and breathe out roughly, you feel yourself getting wet at just the thought.

“I’m getting myself off?” your shaky voice makes Taehyung chuckle.

“That’s the idea.” He gestures for you to begin. “Go ahead.”

You lick your dry lips and stare at yourself in the mirror. You slowly bring the vibrator closer to your body, your eyes scan your body until you get the idea to start at top. You bring the vibrator and circle it around your left nipple. You sigh out when it first makes contact, the vibrations making your bud harden. Taehyung watches in amusement, he bites down on his plump bottom lip and moves his hips upwards.

You can feel his cock getting hard at the top of your ass cheeks, between your crack. He must like what he sees. You slowly glide the small vibrator down the valley of your breasts until its dragging down to your lower belly. You sigh out again, drawing pictures over your sensitive stomach. You then glide the vibrator to your inner thigh, moving it closer and closer to your dampening folds. You sigh out a little louder this time, making Taehyung gulp as he watches you.

You feel his hard cock twitch in his shorts, the thin material doing little to hide his raging erection.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” He whispers in your ear, his eyes never leaving yours now.

You finally take the vibrator and put it at your center…you start low. The toy at your hole until you slowly, very slowly drag it upwards…you press the button and raise the speed a setting. You swallow hard when you drag it even higher, and the buzzing toy finally meets your clit. You don’t intend for this—but the moan that leaves your mouth is long, and loud. You slowly close your eyes as you circle the vibrator over your bundle of nerves, pressing the button again and it begins to vibrate faster. You move your hips up and down, the feeling so fucking good that you cannot help the way you squirm between his legs.

“Open your eyes. Look at me.” His hands go from your hips to your thighs and he squeezes them. You open your eyes and get a look at yourself first. Your expression is so fucked out as you continue to run the vibrator against your clit, the loud buzzing not doing much to drown out your moans. Then your eyes find his…his eyes are terrifyingly dark, filled with the most lust you can imagine. He heaving chest only pushes you to buck your hips harder onto the vibrator.

You press the button once more, the setting changing into a pulsing vibration and you cry out, pressing the button again, building the tension. Taehyung catches his bottom lip between his teeth again, he swears he can taste blood from how hard he is biting. You squirm harder between his legs, beginning to slide down his chest as you start to chase your high that is soon approaching. You are leaving a fucking mess…your inner thighs are drenched and you are leaving a big soak spot on the sheets from how dripping wet you are.

“You’re doing so good baby. Can I touch you?” Taehyung’s voice is deep and strained and you frantically nod your head yes.

You lean your head back on his shoulder again, your half lidded eyes watching as his hand moves closer to your pussy. He uses his other hand to spread your legs further apart and then his eyes bore into your pussy as his fingers dive into your neglected hole. He starts thrusting his fingers in and out as quickly as he can as you raise the speed on the vibrator. You clit is begging you to come. You watch Taehyung’s fingers fuck your hole in the mirror, his eyes focused on this as well. You whimper when you feel your orgasm coming to hit you like a fucking truck, it hits so hard. Taehyung’s free hand grabs a hold of your hand that holds the vibrator and pushes it down on your clit harder, making you see fucking stars as this orgasm washes over you with the most intense wave possible. You shake between his legs, squirming once more when you finish climaxing. But Taehyung keeps the vibrator on you and you cry out, loud and whiny.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you grab a hold of his thighs and squeeze them tightly. “Taehyung!” you pant out.

“Come again.” He adds pressure on your clit, and raises the speed.

You feel the buzzing toy make you go into overdrive. Taehyungs fingers still thrusting in and out of you, curling inside your pussy making you overwhelmed. The toy works its magic though, making you feel a crash of waves, multiple waves drown you repeatedly. You ride them out, as he slows the vibrations down and his fingers leave your hole. You breathe out roughly, crying in pleasure.

“Good girl, good girl.” You lean back on Taehyung and shut your eyes, trying to even out your breathing.

After several long moments of composing yourself you begin to slowly turn in Taehyung’s lap, on your knees, facing him. His eyes stay on the mirror, they travel down your back until they land on your ass. His hands find their way to it, and squeezes it roughly. His eyes finally leave the mirror and meet your gaze.

“What is it baby?” one hand leaves your ass to caress your cheek, “What is it?”

“Will you fuck me? Right here?” you lower yourself onto his crotch, your dripping wet pussy leaking onto his shorts. You can feel how rock hard his is. How is he able to control himself this well?

“Is that what you want? Me?” He narrows his dark eyes at you and smirks.

“Yes.”

“Get on all fours.” He commands, lifting you off his body as he stands to take his shorts and briefs off. His member springs free and you have never seen it so angry, so swollen, so needy, so ready. You listen to what he says, getting on all fours, facing the mirror once more.

“I want you to be rough with me.” You say confidently. “Don’t wanna walk tomorrow.”

“Be careful what you wish for here babe.” Taehyung warns with amusement in his voice.

Taehyung gets on his knees on the bed and positions himself behind you, without much warning he quickly thrusts his cock into your hole. You gasp out, your body pushed forward from the force. Suddenly, he’s grabbing a handful of hair and pulling it up to lift your body to his. You are flush against his chest as he whispers in your ear.

“I’m going to fuck you as hard as I want then?”

“Yes.” You moan out when you feel him starting to slowly thrust in and out of you. He yanks your head to the side and starts placing hot, wet kisses down your neck. One hand on your hip and the other crawls up your stomach, squeezes a tit and then is at you throat. He starts to lightly choke you as he thrusts harder and harder, his grip on your throat getting tighter as well.

“All mine.” He growls into your ear. He pushes your upper body down until you are on all fours again, his eyes meet yours in the mirror and he bites his lips. He begins rolling his hips into your pussy, fucking you deeper. You hear him groan, he watches you in the mirror the entire time as you roll your eyes back. Your loud moans, whiny and desperate.

“Please, harder!” you beg. Taehyung smirks at you…he raises a hand and it comes down on your ass. Then his hips slap into your ass cheeks with such force that you shake, his thrusts so fucking powerful. His skin slapping against your skin, the squelching sound of your pussy and both of your moans fill the room.

“Fuck, fuuuuuuck.” You scream out, his dick reaching so far into you, hitting your fucking g spot over and over.

Taehyung lifts you up again by the hair and once you are on your knees his cock leaves your hole and he pushes you to the mattress. He positions you so you are on your side facing the mirror once again, then he lays behind you and quickly inserts his member into your pussy again.

“Aaagghh.” You groan out when you feel him start to fuck into you, his cock doing wonders. His hand makes its way back to your throat as he starts to choke you again, he leans down until his mouth is latched onto yours and his tongue is down your throat.

You kiss him back with passion, your tongues tangling and dancing. Its wet and sloppy and god, you couldn’t have asked for anything more.

Taehyung slaps his hips into you, and he squeezes his eyes shut as he feels himself getting closer and closer. His hand creeps up your pussy and his fingers find your clit, he rubs on it so deliciously quick that you feel the tension begin to build uncontrollably.

“Faster, faster.” You chant and he grits his teeth in frustration. He’s about to blow, he wants you to come first though but god, if he goes faster he’s going to come all inside you.

“I’m so close Tae, faster!” you plead. He breathes out roughly as he thrusts into you quickly, his fingers pushing down harder on your clit. You feel your orgasm so fucking close, it’s about to explode.

“Fuuuucckk.” Taehyung whines, “I’m gonna come y/n.” he warns. “Where should i—”

“Inside me!” you beg, “Please, please. I need to feel you come inside me, I want all of your cum…” you continue to beg and he throws his head back as he fucks your harder.

His fingers don’t stop their assault on your clit and that is it. That is all you need because you are coming, creaming all over his aching cock. He finally still his hips and shoots his load inside you, painting your walls a milky white. His chest heaves as he holds on to you, bringing you closer to his chest.

“Let me stay inside you.” He doesn’t ask. He tells. You nod your head and look at him through the mirror.

“Taehyung.” You moan, “You feel so good inside me.”

“You absolutely feel amazing.” He assures you, brushing a strand of hair away from your sweaty forehead. “Always do.”

After a few moments, Taehyung begins to softly thrust into you again, pushing his cum even deeper within you with his long, thick length. You wince at the feeling but you meet him half way, shoving your ass further into him.

“Again?” you ask in a moan.

“Can’t get enough of you.” He admits between bated breaths.

His head falls on to your shoulder as he slowly fucks you again, his breathing is as unsteady as can be. He groans when he feels your ass push back, making him fuck you faster.

“Slow baby.” He warns, “Just want to enjoy being inside you.” He takes one of your legs and lifts it over his, “Deeper?” he asks.

“Yes, this is good.” You moan, “So good.” The slow drag of his cock brushing against your most sensitive spots again has you melting.

He fucks you like this for a long while, your long, loud moans in competition with his groans and grunts. You swear you can die like this. His cock is sliding in and out of you so slowly and so accurately hitting your g spot that you clench around him so tightly causing him to slam his eyes shut and fuck you just a bit faster.

“Let’s come.” He orders and that is honestly what it takes for you. You feel your orgasm hit you and you ride it out as he comes inside you again, he whines when he finishes.

“God, you feel so amazing.” He whimpers out and you love the sound of him being the whiny one for once.

“You too babe.” You say, your eyes catching his in the mirror. His hand grips your waist and begins to turn you over in his embrace.

Taehyung smiles softly towards you and leans forward to catch your lips in a sweet kiss. He pulls back just as quickly and smirks.

“feeling a little less stressed?”

You feel your heart pinch in your chest…right…your stress. You feel guilt bubble over but you try to smile for him anyway. “Yes babe.” You whisper. “Yes.”

~~~~~~

It’s late, you know that much. You and Taehyung are laid in bed in the master, he’s all snuggled up against you, his soft breaths hitting the side of your neck. You hate yourself. You hate all this overthinking.

The company won. They fucking won. You were never supposed to fall for this, fall for him. Not actually, no, not really. But in pretend, yes. But now they won for real.

You feel lost right now. You briefly felt amazing, but now your overthinking has taken over and now you are left feeling anxious. And you have your biggest fear. Does Taehyung only think he’s in love with you? This company forced you two to be together, to “fall in love” and of course, after spending everyday with you he might think he feels something. That scares you, because it could be true. Your heart just breaks into pieces thinking about it. How do you know that the reason you have feelings for Taehyung isn’t because this company tricked you into it and it’s not real? That thought breaks your heart into even more pieces.

You lay here, your breaking heart pounding in your chest. You could cry. Well, of course you could fucking cry—it’s you. But you could really cry. The type of cry session where you release heart wrenching sobs that break your body.

“Why are you awake?” Taehyung’s voice has you jumping in place. He knits his brows together, concern is laced in his voice.

“Can’t sleep.” you reply plainly. Taehyung smiles, pinching your arm.

“Too happy?” he asks.

You can’t do this. Your bottom lip begins to tremble and you open your mouth to speak but no words come out. Taehyung’s smile fades as the seconds tick by.

“What’s wrong?” he rushes, his hand gripping your arm gently.

You can’t do this. Your eyes start glossing over and you try your hardest to blink back any building tears. Taehyung rubs his hand up and down your arm, trying his best to soothe you.

“y/n, talk to me.” His eyes are wide and round and beautiful.

“Please talk to me, please.” He begs. Yes, Taehyung fucking begs. The tone of his voice is soft and low and pleading. And this just pushes your tears further. Taehyung pulls you into his chest as you begin crying. Those heart wrenching sobs that break your body.

“It’s okay baby, shh, shh.” He pats your head, his fingers tangling in your hair.

“I’m here. You’re just…you’re just overwhelmed, that’s all.” He tries to reason for you. You just cry even harder. Taehyung clears his throat, “Yeah, just overwhelmed.” It sounds like he is convincing himself rather than you.

“Tae…” You cry out softly, trying to calm your tears. When you are able to form coherent sentences you lean back from him and look into his eyes.

“We should talk.” You whisper, for once in your life handling some confrontation.

“No.” Taehyung says, surprising you. “We can-we can talk tomorrow.” You can see the hurt in his eyes. He knows. He knows where this conversation is headed. Because of fucking course he would know, his mind has had to wander there too. Because it’s your reality. “Let’s-let’s just sleep.” And he pulls you in his arms again but you pull away. He looks pained by your action. Your heart drops.

“No Tae—”

“Please.” You both just stare at each other. Silence lingers in the air at your lack of response. Then you are scooting closer to his warm body, wrapping an arm over his chest, you hear him sigh in relief. He then holds you the tightest he has ever held you. His breaths are shaky and you want to cry again. But you don’t.

“I love you.” You barely hear him from how softly he whispers it. But you do hear him and it makes you want to bawl. But once again, you don’t.

You exhale deeply into his chest and close your eyes. You love him too. But you don’t say it. You let the silence swallow you both whole and you swear you can feel his body tremble for a moment and him sniffling above your head.

“Goodnight Taehyung.” And off to sleep you go, no matter how broken you feel.

~~~~~~~~

“Good morning sunshine!” Taehyung is bouncing on the bed slightly as he hovers over you. His smile is big and bright like a kid who just received candy. You want to smile but your heart is heavy. Why is he so happy?

“I made breakfast! Pancakes, your favorite…although I don’t make them as good as you,” He looks all over the room as he speaks, “But I have to say, they’re pretty damn good. I had to test try them of course, make sure they’re safe to eat.” He laughs at himself. “Why don’t you wash up? Then come downstairs.” He smiles at you, his bright eyes shining down at you.

Why is he acting like last night didn’t happen? Well, he’s acting like the good parts of last night happened but not the rest of the night.

“y/n?” he looks down at you, big puppy dog eyes.

“Huh?” You blink up at him.

“Come on!” then he leans down and kisses you on the lips. It’s quick, really quick. But it happens. He lifts himself back up, he nervously nibbles on his bottom lip and his eyes slide to the door. “I’ll wait for you downstairs.” Then he’s jumping out of bed and making his way out of the room.

What the fuck is happening? Why is he pretending you two aren’t necessarily in the best place right now? Like, you don’t have to have a serious conversation? But your confidence to confront him has wavered quite a bit, and you hate yourself for being so weak. You knew you should of done it last night but you let him win. You just couldn’t stand the sight of him being so sad. Today he is super happy! Fake happy. He’s forcing himself and it breaks your heart. Jesus fucking Christ. But his fake smile is better than his real frown.

You force yourself out of bed and drag your feet across the room to the bathroom. You wash your face and brush your teeth but you really need a shower. Especially after last night, you are sure you smell like sweat and sex. Taehyung didn’t seem to mind. He smelled clean. He smelled like soap and his musk, an intoxicating combination. After you’re through with the bathroom you make your way downstairs, the house smells like bacon and you groan at how good it smells.

“Hi.” Taehyung chirps, his smile grows as you walk closer.

“Hi,” You reply slowly, walking up to the dining table. Taehyung slides a plate of pancakes over to the spot in front of him.

“For you.”

The plate has 2 pancakes with strawberry slices covering the top and scrambled eggs and bacon on the side.

“Syrup.” He offers, sliding that across too.

“You didn’t have to…” You mumble under your breath. Taehyung continues smiling brightly at you, grabbing his fork and knife ready to dig into his own food. He really waited for you.

You walk closer to the table, your eyes downcast as you find your seat.

“Thanks…” You whisper. You look down at your food but how can you fucking eat? Your heart is in pain right now, you are in pain right now. You were tricked into these feelings, feelings you are not even sure are real. And he’s looking like the fucking sun right now.

“Aren’t cha gonna eat?” he says, mouth full. Good thing you speak mouth full Taehyung, or else you wouldn’t have understood that.

“Not that hungry.” you admit, not looking at him.

“Come on baby,” his tone is less happily forced and instead softer. “Please eat.” He sets his fork down, you can feel his eyes on you.

“Fine.” you give in quickly, not wanting to worry him. You hear him say ‘good’ in the most chipper voice and it makes you nauseas.

You eat slowly, mostly just picking at your food. You never look up from your plate, but you can feel Taehyung’s gaze, you can sense how worried he is. You know him. You don’t need to look at him to know.

“I was thinking we could paint today.” He says, breaking the silence. He stuffs some bacon into his mouth, chewing loudly. “Whaddya think?” You can hear the smile in his voice.

“Taehyung…” You begin to speak but he cuts you off.

“Great!” the sound of the chair screeching across the floor startles you, you look up from your food to see Taehyung standing, his bright smile even brighter. Yup, just like the fucking sun.

“I’ll clean up, you’re done right?” you only nod. “Why don’t you go to the art room and start setting up. I’ll be there in a minute.” He shines so brightly, you are forced to look away. You nod again.

You stand from your chair and walk towards the entry way into the hall but before you can get too far away you hear Taehyung at the sink cursing under his breath. Your heart drops. You turn around and peak into the kitchen to see him standing there, his hands at the kitchen sink with his head low.

“Fuck.” You hear the pain in his voice and you scurry off to the art room, not able to handle this right now.

~

After several minutes of setting up yours and Taehyung’s easel’s and placing down the paper, you search for what colors you want to use. Maybe sticking with blues since blue is how you fucking feel. You are grabbing for a few when you hear Taehyung enter the room. You turn to face him.

“Hi.” He says with that chipper tone but his eyes are glossy. Had he been crying? Fuck, you can’t handle this.

“Taehyung…” you start again, determined to confront this situation. But he cuts you off again with a pained smile.

“Thanks for setting up for me babe.” He ruffles your hair, like he just needed to touch you in some shape or form.

“R-right.”

You two paint in silence. Complete fucking silence. The tension in the room is absolutely suffocating, it’s hitting you in strong waves, pushing you around, drowning you. You can’t take this anymore, You have to say something.

“Taehyung—”

“Wanna know when I knew that I was in love with you?” He speaks up, his voice not laced in that fake joy. His eyes are focused on the painting in front of him, his fingers wrapped around the brush as he strokes the paper in beautiful color. You frown, not really wanting to know.

“Taehyung—”

“I fell in love with you when you made me realize I could be loved. Really loved.” He dips the brush into a cup of water, wiping it clean on the edge of the cup. “That I could love too.” He adds, still not looking at you, only focusing on his work.

“…Taehyung.” You just sound sad, the tone of your voice is depressing.

“You made me realize I don’t have to force any feelings…they could just be.” He pauses his hand before his paint brush is hitting the paper. “And I thought, ‘wait why do I feel this way?’” he lowers his head, chuckling to himself. “Then it was so fucking obvious.” He continues his work on the paper, dabbing the green paint in different spots.

You are left stunned. Speechless. Completely silenced. He just sits there, not even sparing you a glance as he paints his work of art. Like he didn’t just confess something so utterly beautiful to you. He must really think he loves you and it crushes you that he probably does not. You can’t let this go on any longer. He paints in green but you are about to turn his whole world blue.

“Your feelings aren’t real Taehyung.” you say in one breath. He stills his hand for a moment then continues to paint. “Don’t you see we’ve been tricked into these, these ‘feelings’” you use your fingers to quote the word for emphasis. “You just think you love me but you probably don’t. You’ve just spent enough time with me that you think you love me. You have no one else to love, why not me?” You see his body go tense and he stops his hand from painting. He lowers it and sets the brush down and turns in his seat to face you.

“How fucking dare you?” he grits out, his teeth are clenched and his eyes are narrowed. You jump at his exclamation.

“How fucking dare you try and tell me how genuine my feelings are?” He’s angry. His fists are balled up and his knuckles are turning white. So yeah, angry.

“Tae—”

“No! you let me fucking speak.” He grits again, “If I say I love you because I do then fucking believe me!” He’s shaking. His voice is loud and booming and it startles you.

“Please just listen to me—”

“No you listen.” He stands up from the chair and walks toward you, “Why are you doing this, huh? Things were so perfect.” He stops in front of you and pulls you up by the arms. Your chests almost touch from how close you are. “Unless…” he looks down at his feet, “You’re saying all of this because that’s how you feel. You’re the one unsure of your feelings. You’re the one who only likes me—loves me—because there’s no one else.” He looks into your eyes, searching for an answer.

“Maybe.” You finally say. And you wish you didn’t because Taehyung releases a shaky breath and his brows crease together as he forms the saddest smile you have ever seen. The canvas of his life is full of beautiful bright colors but you continue to splatter blue and grey paint all over it. The paint mixes together and drips down, a gloomy mess.

“Oh.” He steps back. “I see.” He takes another step back, carding his fingers through his hair. He looks into your eyes as his gloss over, “I’ll leave you alone then.” And he turns around and walks out of the room, leaving you behind. And being left behind is probably what you deserve. Your heart has fucking shattered. You don’t want him to leave you alone. You don’t want him to leave. You want this to be real, you want this to be real so fucking bad. But how can you be sure that it is? And of course cry baby y/n makes her appearance because you are back on your chair, letting a stream of tears fall down your cheeks. You cry. And cry. Loudly. You know Taehyung hears it but he does as he says—he leaves you alone. Just as you fucking deserve. Your body is shaking from your sobs and you enter a full on panic attack. Your breathing picks up and your chest tightens and you feel like you are being choked. Like someone wants you dead.

“If I say I love you because I do then fucking believe me!” His words echo in your mind. Right. He’s asking you to trust him. You want to…but you are now just debating on trusting yourself. You want to believe your feelings are real. You still believe the company tricked you both, they could of grabbed any two strangers and they would probably “fall in love” with given time. But thinking that feels wrong because your relationship with Taehyung is deeper than that. You know that. He…is your best friend. And you…you…

You wipe at your face as fresh tears slide down the warmth of your cheek. Your throat burns as you choke on a sob. You have fallen in love with him. Genuinely. And you have to trust your feelings. You have to trust his feelings. But it is so, so hard.

~

The rest of the day drags on slowly, you hole up in your room until night time finally approaches. You have cried enough today for the next 5 years. Your eyes are swollen and so, so puffy. You look at yourself in your bathroom mirror, and wince at the sight. You look rough, you won’t lie. You finally decide it’s time to try to sleep.

You slip between the sheets and slide down far into them, letting the soft material hug you closely. You’ll be sleeping without Taehyung tonight and the thought makes you feel oh so lonely. You close your eyes and think of him. You can’t help but chuckle when you recall meeting him at first…you thought he was some closed off asshole. He even made a big deal that he would not fall in love with you. Then your smile fades…you recall the first time you cuddled with him, first time you saw him naked, first time you kissed him…you think of the first time he was inside you…his long, beautiful fingers. You think of the first time he was really inside you.

You start to feel so lonely and lost without him. But sleep finally starts to take over, your limbs feeling heavy, your eyes refusing to stay open. You know you two will have to really talk this out. There’s still so much you have to discuss because you are just so confused and unsure at the moment, but you have a feeling Taehyung will somehow make you feel okay. Finally, after a long day…the world goes dark and you’re asleep.

The sun is shining extra brightly this morning…your dark drapes doing little to cover the offending light like it usually does. You keep your eyes closed though, not wanting to get up quite yet. Your mind automatically goes to Taehyung again…you wish you were feeling yourself wrapped up in his arms this morning much like other mornings. You wish you could feel his breaths fanning against your neck, you wish you could feel his limbs draped over your own.

You start to feel that familiar heartbreak…you really, like really need to talk to him. Maybe he can sort out your messy, mushy brain, maybe he has the answers. Or maybe you just want to see him. Even if you are feeling as uneasy as you are. You just want to make sure he is okay.

You finally begin to open your eyes, one lid at a time. The sun making the room glow in whites and yellows. You start to sit up and rub the sleep that crusts your eyes and soak in your surroundings.

That’s exactly when you feel the panic set in. This isn’t your bedroom. This is a small bed, there’s none of Taehyung’s painting on the walls and your sheets in your bed are much softer. Then it hits you. You do recognize this room. It’s your room at your parents’ house. You start to sit up straighter, your entire body shaking. Your hands tremble as you pull the blanket on the bed back and try to stand from the bed. But your knees are weak, your legs shaking. You feel like someone has drained all the energy from your body as you stand here, you are sure you are as pale as a ghost. Your mouth is agape and your eyes wide. You slowly look around the room, there’s things in here that weren’t before…like this place has become a place for storage.

You hear fainting humming coming from the other side of the house, your head whips up in that direction and you recognize that voice. Mom? You blink repeatedly, not believing your ears. You slowly take a few steps forward toward the door and slowly reach for the knob, your weak, trembling hand trying to twist it so you can open the door. Once the door is opened you smell bacon…but unlike yesterday the smell of bacon is making you nauseas. You walk with shaky legs, small steps at a time as you walk through the hallway to make your way to the kitchen. The humming more clear and becoming louder the closer you get.

You finally walk into the kitchen and see your mothers back, she is at the stove cooking. Your breathing is sharp as you stare at her and you feel yourself become dizzy and lightheaded.

“Mom?” you stutter out quietly. Your mother freezes her actions at the stove. She slowly turns around and once she spots you she drops the tongs she was holding on the tiled floor. She is maybe even paler than you, she looks like she legitimately saw a ghost.

“y-y/n?”

“Hey what happened, I thought I heard you drop some—” your father is cut off when he walks in from the living room as he sees you. He blinks at you over and over until his eyes are wet with tears and he’s rushing to hug you.

You are in a state of shock that you don’t process that your mother has also finally raced over to hug you as well. Your parents embracing you tightly as they sob.

What’s happening? Why are you here? Where’s Taehyung?

~

It’s been two weeks and fuck. He has no way of contacting you. You don’t have any social media and you two never exchanged numbers…the only way for you to talk to him is if you reach out. And you…you aren’t sure you want to just yet. You’re sure he’s settling back into life just like you are, you don’t want to intrude. He has family, he has friends. You’re sure he hasn’t even thought about you yet…you’re sure he’s doing okay.

It’s been two weeks and you have mostly been in and out of intelligence offices for your country. You have had to describe the island over and over to strangers, they have been on the search for you for the last 8 months. Your parents were starting to give up. The love company kept them updated on your island life though, sending them pictures of you and Taehyung during your 8 month stay. You are creeped out all over again.

You’re sure Taehyung is going through something similar in Korea. Time keeps passing and every day you lose the spark and motivation to reach out to him. You stalk his social media but he has not posted anything until finally, 2 months into your real lives again you see he has posted a picture of him and his friends. He looks happy. And that’s how you let a total of 6 months pass you by without reaching out to Taehyung. 6 months without the man you without a doubt love. 6 months of absolute loneliness, even when you are surrounded by people. 6 months and you are sure he has probably moved on. But you have not. Even with these last 6 months…Taehyung is all you can think about. 6 fucking months.

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[buniyaad]

August 23rd - 29th, 2021

Monday, August 23rd - Hero/Villain Swap // Cyberpunk AU

Tuesday, August 24th - Curses // Ancestors

Wednesday, August 25th - Japanese Mythology // Greek Mythology

Thursday, August 26th - Friends to Enemies // Enemies to Lovers

Friday, August 27th - Kingdom Lore // Non-Human Lore

Saturday, August 28th - Freedom // Calamity

Sunday, August 29th - Free Day

Purpose?

To increase the amount of and diversify fanworks in the Black Clover fandom featuring canon characters!!

But we have a general Black Clover Week, so why should we participate in this one?

Good question!! The main purpose of this week is to showcase Tabata’s cast of characters through various prompts that are not relegated to the just safe-for-tunglr dot hell environment. In fact, this week will not have a dedicated blog that will be collecting these works. Instead, these prompts are free for anyone to use and publish on their preferred social media, archives, and landing sites (Tunglr, Twitter, AO3, Livejournal, etc). Because it is a non-traditional, non-monetized, and free-to-opt-in casual event, there will be no mods but moi, no advertising of paid services, or participant restrictions.

To reiterate, this event will solely focus on canon characters, and will NOT encourage Original Characters and Self-Inserts as the center of the fancontent. This an opportunity for people who’d like to explore canon characters, dynamics, and relationships to come forth and get their creative juices flowing. Crackshipping between canon actors is encouraged, as well as darkfic, horrorfic, genre-specific work, and other both safe and not-safe-for-tunglr dot hell tropes.

So how does it work?

The release date for works is from Monday, the 23rd of August through Sunday, the 29th of August! 

Since this is a create-and-explore-at-will event, creators will be encouraged to write, draw, and create freely. Readers and viewers will be encouraged to engage with whatever content they feel comfortable with.

In order to ensure that both creators and readers/viewers are making informed decisions about what they engage with, all creators must include all triggers, genre specifications, ships, and warnings in their posts so that people are free to opt out of engaging with the work. 

All safe-for-tunglr fanfiction should be under a read-more. Safe-for-tunglr fanart does not need to be under a read-more. 

Not-safe-for-tunglr fanwork should be LINKED to whatever landing site the content is being hosted on (Twitter, AO3, etc). This includes both fanfiction and fanart. I don’t want anyone getting their blog banned because they forgot tunglr dot hell no longer supports 6k pwp between Vanica and Undine the water spirit.

And last but not least - if you are engaging with any of the fancontent, reblog, reblog, reblog! Share the work with your followers. Send all the love to the creators for crafting their masterpieces!!

What can I contribute?

Fanart (standalones, comic strips, etc.), fanfiction (one-shots, multichapter, etc.), fanmixes, gifsets, graphics, meme collections, fanvids, whatever your heart desires! Go wild!!!

Can I create/write not-safe-for-tunglr dot hell content?

Yes!!!  All creators must include all triggers, genre specifications, ships, and warnings in their posts so that people are free to opt out of engaging with their work. All not-safe-for-tunglr fanfiction, fanart, and multimedia must be linked to a separate landing site (Twitter, AO3, etc.)!!!

And I reiterate, tag all triggers!!! All of them!!! I mean it, thotties!!!

What does (X) prompt mean?

Each day has two prompts!! You can either pick a prompt OR you can combine prompts in different ways.

For example, for Hero/Villain swap, you can do a traditional swap between a villain and a hero through artwork and other multimedia, OR, you can explore hero-to-bastard and bastard-to-hero dynamics through fanfiction and other multimedia. Let your imagination take you where you want to go with each prompt!! If you want to explore both curses and ancestors in the same fanart/fanfic, then be my guest!!

Both Canonverse and AU content is acceptable! Creativity is key! Have fun!!!

Can I crackship/multiship/harem/OT3/polyam the characters?

Absolutely!!! The only stipulation is that the characters must ALL be from the Black Clover CANON. If you want to write a throuple between Charmy, Henry, and Yami, then heck yeah!!! If you are writing a polycule with Vanessa, Finral, Nozel, and an OC, I will have to respectfully ask you not to participate in the week as the focus of the week are the characters of the Black Clover canon, and the purpose of the week is to increase and diversify fanworks that explore canon characters. Thank you for understanding!!!

Does this have a tag?

During release week, use the general “black clover” tag to share your work with the wider Black Clover fandom on tunglr. You can use whatever other tags you fancy. If you have work you’re not sharing on tunglr dot hell but would like to share with me, feel free to send me an ask with a link to the work!!

I have questions/comments/etc.

Send me an ask or a message!!!

I didn’t read a damn thing before this, Ava.

TL;DR: Almost four months left!!! For all content creators out there, now’s the time to start thinking about what prompts you want to utilize for your creations!! There are no creative restrictions, but I do ask that you follow these posting tips:

All safe-for-tunglr fanfiction should be under a read-more. 

Safe-for-tunglr fanart does not need to be under a read-more. 

Not-safe-for-tunglr fanwork should be LINKED to whatever landing site the content is being hosted on (Twitter, AO3, etc). This includes both fanfiction and fanart. I don’t want your blog getting flagged bc tunglr hates bewbs!!!

Provide contents warnings for all triggers, squicks, and genres. Unfortunately, Black Clover fandom has its share of Puritans, so PLEASE be sure to post warnings for all your fanfiction and fanart, even the tame stuff!!

You can participate as much as you want!! Maybe you only wanna create for one day? Cool! Maybe you’re an overachieving corporate clown insomniac like myself, and wanna create for every day of the week? Go for it!!! 

We’re almost four months away from release week, so take your time, sift through the prompts, and get your creative juices flowing! I will be sending out reminders every two weeks until the go-live date. Thanks, lads!!

For the people who showed interest during the initial interest check:

@kofiscrib, @silvyavan,  @avatarpabu97, @the-black-bulls, @princesshildahw, and @spindaonateaspoon​ 

#Black Clover #asta #yami sukehiro #noelle silva #dante zogratis #ava's ficcing adventures #real talk #2021bcweek

[nagito-kissmaeda]

Yandere Komaeda Headcanons submitted by Chaos under the cut (y) Warnings: Slight nsfw, yandere behavior, stalking, mention of suicide, masturbation (not very explicit.)

Yandere Nagito probably wasn't very Yandere before you came along. The unlucky boy was probably still the funky little creep to his classmates as always but as soon as you step through the doorway of 77-B's classroom then he kind of just thought, "Oh, they're pretty." And continued with his day. He didn't think too much of you.

If you were an ultimate who walked into the classroom, he wouldn't have thought much of it besides the idea that "YoU wErE sPrEaDiNg HoPe 😩"

If you were a reserve course student, on the other hand, he would think he is slightly superior. So, if you talk to him he'll feel like he's better than you but won't say anything except under certain circumstances (ex: You ask him for his opinion of you, his opinion on reserve course, that kind of stuff. At least, he's honest :/) But keep in mind, he only really acts like this when you two first meet.

After getting to form a friendship with you (however that happened, I'll leave that up to you), his crush on you takes shape quickly.

He mostly just did small stuff that made it obvious that he liked you (whether he realized it or not.) If you weren't around he'd be asking everyone in sight if they knew where you were. He'd linger uncomfortably close to you whenever you two were together. The unlucky boy also tended to...✨follow✨ you.

Bestie, run while you still can 🏃‍♀️💨 because after he kidnaps you you're gonna be more like ♿

(I guess that's assuming you can run at all...sorry if I offended someone ._.)

When you two are hanging out, he eventually opens up to you about his illnesses and past. All of what he told you would probably be a lot to process so the only thing you can think of besides, "I'm so sorry that happened to you," is that you just hug him. Now he's shocked. You're both shocked. wOAH! Nagito doesn't move at all during the hug and probably forgot to breathe because c'mon...homie hasn't received any form of physical affection for God knows how long. He's drawing a total blank and the first words that spring to his mind are, "I'm going to marry them."

You cannot tell me this man doesn't want to get married one day. Yes, his luck sucks fat juicy butt but it's just something he craves and can be selfish about. Nagito's opinion on his want for having a spouse goes back and forth, like how the fitness gram pacer test works (I bet some of you don't even know that this is something outside of a meme lol.) He probably got this desire from seeing how bad his parents' relationship was.

Nerdy headcanon stuff you don't have to read: So, it isn't canon that his parents had a bad relationship but I imagine that they did because Nagito mentions that his mom had never complimented him and he gained a massive inheritance after his family's death. Let me explain my logic on those. Nagito's mom probably never complimented him because she didn't like or want him. I also headcanon that his parents were in an arranged marriage which is why they were so rich and why I think they had a bad relationship, because let's be honest, not all arranged couples are comfortable with one another. The arranged marriage also could've been the reason why his family was wealthy, it could have had to do with business and work. So to wrap it all up, Nagito's parents are rich because of an arranged marriage and they don't really like each other and they had a kid that neither of them wanted so now it's a broken family with a fucked up kid. I know that sounds like a stretch but that's why it's a headcanon and not actually canon lol.

After that one hug, that's when he truly sees you as some sort of ethereal Deity that he was sure he was going to wed in the future (Hell, he'd probably settle for right there, right now.) He no longer cared if you were an ultimate or not because now he saw you as something even greater. Of course, he still views himself as scum but even scum has desires that they are willing to do anything for.

After Nagito had come back to his dorm, the realization hit him that if he was going to marry you, he would have to be worthy of your hand in marriage. So, he prepares. By that I mean he starts stalking you a lot.

You two were already friends on social media so you probably didn’t dwell too much on it when you found him accidentally liking old posts. He’d go on your socials and scroll through it looking for every little bit of information he could find on you. Sometimes he'd strike gold and other times he'd dig up dirt. Nagito began talking to you a lot more so he could gain some information on your likes and dislikes. You only assumed that he was more comfortable with talking to you now because he confided his troubles in you but in reality he was planning your future life with him. Once in a while you'd invite to your dorm whether it was for hangouts, study sessions, or just sleepovers (he absolutely LOVED it when you brought those up.) The only opening he had to steal stuff is when you went to the bathroom and when that happened all he'd do every single time is go to the closet, grab another one of the pillow cases that the dorm provides, and switch them out with your current ones. When the pillowcase stops smelling like you then he just sticks it in the school's laundry basket where things like bed sheets, pillow cases, and blankets that belong to the school go.

After weeks after weeks of obtaining bits and pieces of information on you such as food you like and dislike, what your family is like (If you/your oc has one), your favorite movies, music genres, and clothing, etc., He eventually realized that he lacked three more things. Romance, experience, and…"performance."

The one thing he absolutely needed to learn first was "How to kiss." Even though no one sees his search history besides him, it was still very  embarrassing to put those words on his computer. He typed those three letters into the google machine and ta-da! A wikihow page and a YouTube video were apparently his best options. He opted for the latter and watched as a lady and her boyfriend demonstrated how to perform different types of kisses. Intimate and sexual. He feels awkward just watching this and he feels like he should practice but...on what? Luckily for him, there is a perfectly good pillow lying on his bed.

...This was definitely weird. His chapped lips were pressed against the plush pillow as he imagined he was french kissing you. This doesn't seem like the greatest method but Nagito doesn't seem to have any other choice.

The pillow in front of me was wrinkled and slightly wet from where I had last kissed it. It felt beyond awkward to kiss a pillow and imagine it was your future partner. I couldn't imagine them walking in on me as my face was buried in a pillow while moaning out muffled noises. It would be far too embarrassing but, I've faced worse. Practice should continue or else my mouth will never come as even a fraction of pleasure to my love. I approach the pillow and lay, stomach down, on my bed again. While this has been an awkward situation, my insides are starting to feel like they're on fire! It's probably just the thought of Y/N floating around in my brain. I take a deep breath before cupping my hands at the corners of the pillow and diving my mouth towards the pillow once more. I start off with a short kiss but continuously start moving my lips against, what I imagine to be, their lips. I move my bottom lip more often than my top. Imagining I'm trapping their lips against mine. Just the thought of trapping them makes me grind my hips against the mattress a little. Even though I'm soft I still let out a little whimper. Does Y/N even like it when their partner makes noise? I wasn't able to find any information on what she likes in bed so...with my luck, I'll just leave it to chance. My kisses get more sloppy and desperate. I begin swiping and swirling my tongue against the pillow thinking about just what it might feel like to make out with them. Their hot, wet mouth pressing up against mine while our tongues rub against one another in an attempt to touch each other. I moan seemingly too loud at that thought and start humping the bed. Everything feels so hot.

Maybe combining kissing practice and "performance" practice would be a good idea.

Once he starts performance practice, his browser is constantly on sex related websites. But more on the education side...he wants to know how to make you feel good and how to make himself last longer. Once in a while, he does go on the hub though so he can pretend it's you and him having sex on the screen. He tries his best to look for ones where it sounds like you or looks like you. He prefers the ones where it sounds like you so that way he could just close his eyes and imagine you and him are together. 

Just a random bonus I thought I'd add in: He got a boner during class once and sat there for like ten minutes just waiting for it to go away. So he just ended up palming himself through his pants and struggled to not make any noise. He liked to imagine you were under the desk pressing your face against his clothed crotch and just rubbing your face around that area. Luckily, he came without letting a single noise slip past his lips. Unluckily, Nagito cums a lot. So everyone could see the enormous wet spot on the crotch of his pants when class was dismissed.

He happens to have a weird habit of doing domestic and soft things with a hint of creepy. For example, one of his favorite things to do as of recently is print out a picture that has your face in it, tape it to his pillow, and fall asleep cuddling it. This sounds fine if you two were dating but… you aren't. He'll give it kisses, cuddle with it, fall asleep with it, and, of course, it's what he uses during his performance practice. He also enjoys eating meals with it and watching movies while cuddling it too. He perceives it all as practice for when you two are wed.

I'm going to assume you aren't an oblivious idiot and just say that you probably began to notice how weird he'd get around you. You tried distancing yourself a little bit but enough to still stay friends. He noticed the change in how often you'd hang out with him and his anxiety skyrocketed. Nagito would feel he had only a couple choices left. And that was to kidnap you, get rid of any obstacles that didn't allow him to spend every waking moment with you, or just flat out kill you so that way no one could have you. He already knew he wouldn't be able to even breathe without you so he'd likely kill himself as well in the process.

Author's Note: I'll probably be discontinuing that one Nagito x reader chapter 2 because I wasn't able to finish it before the school year started and I was just dissatisfied with the chapters BUT! I do have plenty of headcanons on yandere Komaeda! Message me if you want some far more nsfw headcanons because I have a lot for this guy.  I'm also very open to crackfic oneshots.

#submission #/submitted