#its fun and i like being able to flail at her lol

[i-cant-stop-fandoming-help]

Mission; scarlet stars fantasy au (working on finding a name)

-Prologue; kayl-

Notes before story; i dont write multi chapter fics often. And character behaviors might not be 100% accurate to those when the full game comes out(relying on the demo rn), but im having fun! Also, since its still small, MSS was originally created by my buddy, boris! As an instaronpa. Now its becoming a full on game and hes directing it, alongside one other persob and a team. Id give the demo a try! Its on itch.io(? I think thats what its called).

Promotion aside, ive never written a huge fantasy stoey before. Mostly vampires n dragons. Ive been having fun with this though! I get to write and design fantasy appearances for the characters. (Still fighting the urge to give bear-taur mezsha a bear nose...).

Also, while i created a few ocs for this au, Ivernake is not one. Hes from the original mss!! (Not in the demo tho).

Cordelia and casper are two of said ocs. Others that might show up are; atlas, caspian, athena(named after the greek god), and a few unnamed dragon ocs.

Also i hope i wrote this right im not great at writing in the perspective of characters who are meant to be the big bads of the story. And i hope the hunters are written at least okay. I have covid rn and i havent been able to do anything othwr than write and overthink and im overthinking rn lol. Im trying. Not beta read really.

“Captain!,” A heavily scarred man shouted, holding onto a net and heaving it onboard, “We got one of them fish beasts!”

Kayl walked down the stairs very slowly, gripping the hand rail and walking to the flailing mermaid cautiously. “Get some water, now. We need them alive.” He ordered as he squatted down in front of them.

The crewmate scrambled away to grab a bucket, leaving Kayl to talk to the so-called beast.

“Oi,” he started, “What’s your name.”

The mermaid met his gaze, yellow eyes glinting in fear as they trembled. “...Cordelia.”

The red-head glanced over his shoulder as the crewmate returned. The bucket had droplets of water dribbling down the side, causing the mermaid’s eyes to widen in desperation. She reached her hand out and caught a droplet in her palm, sighing with relief and struggling to catch more.

“Cordelia. I have a deal for you,” Kayl said roughly, knocking on the deck to get her attention, “if you tell me where to find harpies and avians, I’ll set you free.”

The bluenette mermaid looked hesitant for a few seconds before she nodded. “Okay. There’s a a flock of harpies north of here. You’ll know you’re close to them when you pass a large oak.”

Kayl nodded, grabbing the bucket from his crewmate and splashing some water onto Cordelia. “One more thing before i let you out of the net, do you know if any of those birdies is in contact with a mage?”

Cordelia wrinkled her nose at that, slapping her tail on the deck in frustration. “I don’t. Please, let me free now.”

Kayl stood up with a sigh, waving his head. “Well, i am a man of my word… Casper, undo the net and toss the fish overboard. There’s one more of these beasts that I must talk to.”

-

The creature had been on the ship for days, refusing to address the crewmates or the captain. They had been starved, dehydrated, even threatened. But they refused to speak. Kayl was sure it’d change today.

“Moth,” he said smoothly, briskly making his way to the cage, “are ya ready to speak? Name first. And then I’ll ask questions.”

The moth-creature looked up gloomily, their eyes sunken with exhaustion and hunger and thirst. “...Ivernake.”

“I’ve heard of ya. Famous boxer, i think? Must make loooots of money. I got a proposal for ya; if you give us a few thousand gold, we’ll let ya leave! Deal?” Kayl stuck his hand in the cage, cracking a grin.

Ivernake scoffed, smacking his hand away. “You aren’t getting anything from me. No matter what you and your scum crewmates do, i’m not gonna give you anything for my freedom if it risks others like myself being hurt. I’d rather die.”

The captain’s face became a sneer. “Then die you will.” He hissed, drawing the sword from his hip and planting it directly in the middle of the moth’s back.

Just as he drew his blade out and let the boxer fall to the ground, his crewmates broke into a riot. “CAPTAIN!”, one yelled. “SHE’S BACK!” Another screamed.

Kayl dove for cover before looking up. That purple-haired vulture had made a return, her arms full of bottles and her wings flapping furiously against the wind.

Drop, smash, drop, smash. It started with small yellow bursts, but then it grew larger. The ship began to sink, the cages began to slip around on the deck. His crewmates were wailing and abandoning ship.

It took a lot of effort for Kayl to stand up, but he managed. The last thing he saw before he slammed into the water was the lifeless, unforgiving, eyes of Ivernake.

He didn’t feel remorse, though. He felt angry. He couldn’t die now, he refused to. He swam against the tide and gasped for air, watching as his ship sank to the dark abyss– and a feeling of hatred engulfed his heart. He watched as the vulture dove down for one single cage, dragging it up in her talons and calling for help.

Three more avians flew in and lifted the cage with the lifeless body inside.

How many times had that same group come to sink his ship, how many times had he lost a crewmate and some good money? He couldn’t keep count. He was mad, and he certainly wanted those birds gone for good.

-PROLOGUE: END-

#mission scarlet stars #mikas silly m:ss au #not tagging kayl because. idk i dont think he has a tag yet someone else can make it i think im responsible for chubee and aloiki and mezsha #s tags already

[irl]

wow!

yo money problems lol

//vent

okay like. ik im traumatized but like its wild every day i uncover new facets to the trauma

hold on lemme like. pack a bowl and get myself set up for success

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that break was like an hour longer than id anticipated but its given me time to calm down and all.

anyway i was homeless for a while, the hippie manipulated me into it, and financially abused me for like two straight years of hell yadda yadda whatever

like ive always had money problems, i grew up poor and id only ever not been dirt poor for like 6 months (ah. the first half of 2021…………… except the job was killing me tbh) but like. what the hippie put me through was a whole different level that i dont think ive even begun to recover from

listen. living out of a four door hatchback that was filled with Stuff and Shit and Trash and Shit and Who Knows What and Shit and also infested with cockroaches. to the point where even during the middle of the day in the blazing heat with no ac while driving ans they have literally 80% of the vehicle to hide in and they were still crawling up my legs. when i slept i had to wrap my head and face up in my blankets i was twrrified of them crawling into my mouth or nose or ears and there were so many i felt like it was a definite reality.

that does things. being forced to live like that. off of nothing. i had lit cigarettes flicked at my head while i stood at an interstate exit with a sign begging strangers for money with no other option because of the trap the hippie had ensnared me in.

of course her main priority — and thus mine because keeping me high all the time was important for her to keep control — was to get enough each day for more weed. enough for us to get some food from the dollar menu from mcdonalds to “get some good protein in us” and sometimes we even had enough to go to some dollar store and spend ten dollars and leave with fifty dollars worth of food. enough to last us the week and feed all three of us. me, her, and her son.

i learned how to con. i learned how to steal. i learned how to scam. i did it more times than i could count. nothing bad against like. actual people. sometimes id pull a con on someone with a fancier car to get a couple gallons of free gas. this was back in 2019 and 2020 when gas was Cheap Cheap. everything else was always done at big box stores

ofc eventually we got caught. or rather she got caught and dragged me down with her kicking and screamjng and flailing and to more trauma but that was just a few hotel visits at jail it wasnt that bad lol

anyway. im, i think understandably, terrified of that happening again lmao. not just the financial abuse and the situation but like even to the root core being homeless again.

every time i lose track of my spending outside of more than a Five Dollars Definite Range i start freaking out. immediately and fully i am convinced that all of my money is gone and i have Nothing At All and im going to miss rent and im going to be kicked out and im going to have nothing tomorrow and i wont be able to survive it this time (even if rhis outrageous thing were to happen i would survive it but when im in a spiral i cant remember it).

god Forbid that my banks website is down or unresponsive when i try to check to assuage myself. thats when i start immediately and fully panicking. i start crying its hard for me to self regulate. i cant bring myself away from the reality ive convinced myself of and i obsessively check the bank app in any browser or way i can until i find an answer

so its fun

#txt #journal

[spydered]

I love dragging @shespy down the rabbit hole with me 😌

#its fun and i like being able to flail at her lol #ii 。 out of character

[hornime]

one day... if you ever have the time,,,,,,, pretty pls write about saeko demanding overstimulation 🥴🥵 it’s real horny hours over here LOL

ALL HERS | SAEKO TANAKA X F!READER

holyFUCK okay my brain is kinda,,, brrrrrr with just saeko saeko saeko so here is a little something thank you for the brain worm, anon!111!1!1 also im sorry for answering this like a month late please dont hate me

warnings: 18+, harddom!saeko, f!reader, overstimulation, use of a vibrator, saeko owns you

saeko likes to make you squirm. she likes to see the effect she has on you with the slightest touches and the flirtiest words. so its no surprise that she loves to see you twitching with pleasure and barely able to string together coherent sentences with her chest against your back and your neck lolled onto her shoulder.

“i fucking love playing with this pussy.”

you moaned as saeko circled the vibrator around your clit, helplessly kicking your legs out, which were spread wide by her thighs, her forearms nestled around your torso. the hand that wasn’t occupied with the toy trailed up your stomach to pinch at your nipples, making you shudder, before sneaking back down between your legs to dip into your pussy. “hngh,” you moaned as she teased your hole with a finger. “just put it in.”

“what was that? ‘put it in’? you’re not forgetting who’s in charge here, are you?” fuck, you thought. i’m fucked now.

“no, no, saeko, i just—ah!” your vain apology was cut off as she plunged two fingers into you, knocking the breath out of your lungs.

“you know who this cunt belongs to, right?” you nodded weakly, small whimpers falling from your lips. “that’s right, baby. it belongs to me. this is my cunt, my pretty pussy, and i’m going to do whatever i fucking want to it. got it?”

you let out a moan that sounded like a slurred version of a yes, i’m sorry and she chuckled. pushing a button on the vibrator that turned up the intensity, making your body jolt.

“h-holy fuck, ohmygod.” your nails dug into the flesh of her arms as your muscles tightened erratically. “fuck, saeko, m’gonna cum. m’gonna cum.”

“give it to me, baby. fucking give it to me.” the thrusts of her fingers got harder and faster, and you swore you could see stars as her curled them to prod at a spongy spot. “this is my pussy. give me what’s mine.”

you jerked your head back almost painfully as she angled the tip of the vibrator directly onto your clit, making your vision go blurry. another push of a button had you writhing and sent you headfirst into a blinding orgasm that turned your brain to mush. “fuck! oh my god, oh m’god.”

“that’s right, good girl. cumming all over my fingers—fuck, you look so good like this. all spread out for me to use.” she continued playing with you, her fingers not slowing their movement as your slick made them even more slippery.

“s-saeko, wait, it’s sensitive! i can’t—”

“baby, baby baby baby, don’t tell me you forgot already,” she whispered into your ear. “this pussy’s mine. it’s done cumming when i say it is.”

your body, already on edge from your first orgasm, flailed futilely as saeko manipulated you at will. a cruel flick of her wrist had the vibrator pushing right against your clit, and you gasped, eyes wide as saucers, your fists clenching together at your sides. “wait, fuck, i’m gonna... i can’t...”

“yeah you can,” she muttered between gritted teeth, eyes focused on the shaking of your thighs, soaked with sweat and arousal. “you can and you will. you know why? ‘cus this cunt’s gonna do whatever i want it to. and i want it to cum.”

“i can’t!” you pleaded, chanting it like a mantra that neither of you believed. “i can’t i can’t i can’t ican’ti—ohmygod!” you practically screamed, shaking in her grasp as she pulled yet another orgasm from your trembling body. you could barely breathe as you clenched firmly around saeko’s fingers, tears streaming down the apples of your cheeks. 

your nerves were on fire, and as your consciousness returned to your mind, you practically sobbed at the realization that the sensations of the toy and of her hand were not stopping.

“i knew you could do it, baby.” saeko turned her head towards yours, licking the salty droplets trailing down your face. “how ‘bout one more?” 

you both knew that it wasn’t a question, it was an order.

your watery eyes met her amused ones, and you whined into the side of her neck. “please i can’t do it anymore, s’too much—fuck—s’too fucking much. saeko, please!”

she scoffed, turning the toy up again. your brain barely registered the action before your body did, your abdomen flexing in a pointless attempt to escape the vibrations. “when will you learn,” she purred, “that we’re not done ‘til i say we are?”

languid moans poured out of you as your pleas mixed with your pleasure, juxtaposing your desire for less and your need for more. you vaguely felt a third finger being slipped into your tight hole as saeko giggled at your condition.

“and you know by now, the only time i say we’re done is when you’re fucked so hard you can’t speak. so try to breathe, baby, and let me have some more fun with my pussy.”

© property of hornime 2021. do not plagiarize any of my writing and do not repost/copy my writing onto any other sites.

#saeko break me into a million pieces #shatter me like uh something that shatters #JUST DO WHAT EVER YOU WANT I DONT CARE #saeko #hq saeko #saeko x reader #saeko x you #saeko smut #hq smut #haikyuu smut #kinky.inky #tw.overstimulation

[shorkbrian]

3/3 Would kiribaku(or other chara) be down for menstrual sex or just give the reader some space bc ya kno, its where shes sensitive physically AND emotionally. Like sure, menstrual sex can be pleasurable and ease pain but the reader doesnt want them near her at the height of her sensitivity on everything. Thank you for reading and (probably) considering this. Also please ignore this if you dont want to, for reasons, I'll still be cool with it and respect your boundaries

I really wanted to do bakutodo for this, hope you guys don’t mind! I just don’t write for that pairing often enough and it’s such a fun dynamic.

But what I’m thinking is that It’d be a mixed bag.

(What to expect - NSFW, period sex, marathon sex, dubcon & noncon, all the usual stuff. Extremely horny bakutodo lol)

Bakugou is a bit lost, he’s an only child and never really grew up with a lot of female presence in his life other than his mom, and I feel like she wouldn’t really talk about her periods. So while he’s not blindsided (he know’s what a period is, he’s a grown man), he’s just.... wary. Isn’t sure if it changes how you feel, or if there’s an open wound inside of you, or if he’d hurt you (more than he normally does) by fucking you.

Unfortunately, he still “uses” you while you’re bleeding, sits you down between his legs and tells you to open your mouth. He’s gentler on your period, doesn’t facefuck you or gag you on his cock, lets you go at your own pace for the most part. If you take too long, or aren’t trying to make him feel good though, he’ll snap at you a bit to hurry it up.

Todoroki doesn’t approve of this treatment, would prefer for Bakugou to not treat your throat so roughly. He grew up with Fuyumi, and while she wasn’t exactly open about that time of the month, he was an observant person.

He knew that she’d get a bit more emotional, prone to crying over seemingly trivial things. His sister would be more tired than usual, spend a lot of time curled up in bed with a heating pad, a bottle of medicine close by on her bedside table.

Peppermint hair should take his own advice about being gentle though.

He does his research, glasses perched on his nose while he scrolls through article after article about period sex, reaching a general consensus about it as you suck Bakugou off under the table while the blonde eats. 

Neither man minds blood, and when Todoroki gives Bakugou the lowdown of period sex - that you might be a little more sensitive emotionally and physically, your cervix is a bit more open, the blood can actually act as a natural lubricant, it can ease pain, and sex could shorten the length of your period, which he’s sure you’d like that - both men are turned on by the end of the discussion.

Unfortunately, they don’t take into consideration that you’re feeling gross and bloated, a stray pimple near your hairline and pain lacing your abdomen. it’s decided that Todoroki approach you first, a warm drink and a back rub, even though you’re frowning the entire time. When his hands start sliding under your shirt, rubbing little circles into your lower back with his thumbs, you beg for him to wait, you’re on your period, there’s blood and it’s gross and-

That’s Bakugou’s cue to stomp into the room, grinning from ear to ear. He’s decidedly less gentle than Todoroki, pulling off your pants before you can say anything, grabbing an ankle when your legs flail.

The blonde preps you with his fingers, unbothered by the blood coating them. He makes you cum while the other man preoccupies your mouth.

Todoroki fucks you first, lays you down on your back and takes you with slow, deep, measured thrusts that make the both of you sigh in pleasure. After you’ve both reached your orgasm, then it’s Bakugou’’s turn, the blonde rough and almost violent with his handling of you. Still, he knows how to make you cum, and he does, before seating himself balls deep and shooting his load.

Then it’s Todoroki’s turn again, and he’s not gentle this time. He just as harsh as Bakugou, which makes the blond grin. You’re sniffling a bit at the rough treatment, but you can’t deny that it feels good, Bakugou pawing at your tits, Todoroki rutting into you deep and fast.

You all crowd into the shower after Todoroki cums, making you squirt in the process. The water washes away the blood and cum and slick, but there’s soon more, as Bakugou and Todoroki can’t resist fucking you again, bending you at the waist while Bakugou pounds into your cunt so you’re forced to suck Todoroki off, nose buried in bi-colored pubes.

You rest a bit after that, Todoroki stripping the sheets of the bed (they had forgotten to put down a towel) while Bakugou makes you drink some water and talks about how good his girl is.

They’re kind, carrying you to the couch where you all bundle up in blankets, Todoroki placing his warm hand over your lower stomach, heating it up slightly to act as a heating pad.

The kind act doesn’t last long, because soon enough his hand is trailing downwards, stroking softly against your mound, making you whine and plead for rest. Bakugou shushes you harshly, looks over and realizes what Todoroki’s doing, start ribbing the other man about not being able to keep his hands to himself.

But then he’s touching you too, kissing at your neck, reaching underneath your shirt to roll a nipple between his fingers, making you gasp and arch.

You get pulled into Bakugou’s lap, his greedy hands grabbing and squeezing and fondling all of your flesh while Todoroki claims your mouth. The blonde ruts against you, and it feels good, but you just want to sleep.

They fuck you on the couch, Bakugou bouncing you in his lap while Todoroki uses your hand to jack off.

Afterwards, you’re simply wiped off, Todoroki cleaning up your slit and Bakugou’s soaked thighs and dick with a wet washcloth.

They’re insatiable, and you don’t know why. Todoroki keeps saying they’re helping you, with pain and by shortening your period, and Bakugou chimes in with a laugh, aren’t they nice?

You get fucked int the kitchen, bent over the counter and pounded from behind by Bakugou while Todoroki watches impassively from across the counter, pants tenting.

You get fucked on the washing machine while you’re trying to wash ruined panties, Todoroki sitting you on the moving machine and spreading your legs, smiling at you gently before pushing inside.

Several times on the bed, once on the floor, up against the wall or bent over the table.

It’s safe to say that both men love period sex.

#bakutodo #yandere #Yandere bnha #Bakugou katsuki #shouto todoroki #Shouto #todoroki shouto #yandere todoroki #katsuki bakugou #bakugou #tw dubcon #tw noncon #tw.dubcon #tw.noncon #period #menstrual cycle #period.sex

[shesawriter39049]

|FEVER| M|

Pairing: Namjoon X Reader

About- Namjoon just has a kink for letting you do whatever the hell you want with him...Whether that be putting him in a hot pink suit shirtless! Or, telling him he’s a good boy as he fucks you into oblivion!

OR- Namjoon and yourself hooked up 5 months ago when the boys were in London on Tour, and you were the creative director for there British GQ & Harper’s Bazzar Cover! Now, months later he’s prepping to release his second mixtape “RM vs Rap Monster”. Opting to go a complete 360 from his first release Mono in all realms. So, with that being said BigHit thinks he needs someone with a little more... “umph” Take a wild guess as to who they call...

WC:1.2k (Sneak peek)

WARNINGS: Switch OC (Top & Bottom...but there's no real dom/sub tones here) Service top/power bottom Namjoon, praise kink, Fingering, Unprotected sex(Back shot), come play, dirty talk, light choking, light overstimulation, (This is lowkey a little softer than it sounds) The OC kinda leads this, but Joon isin’t the cliché “sub” he just likes letting her take control.

NOTE- Just my take on the OG cliché Artist X Stylist AU (Though she’s more of a full package, Art Director/Stylist/Photographer ETC) I have tried to add some minor elements to make it a little more realistic. I will say I typically stray from “Idol-verse” just because if we’re being real, the cultural difference alone sometimes stunts my creativity...BUT I just had a little fun with this one...so I hope you all enjoy it. Also, I don’t go into much physical details but in my mind regardless of race, aesthetic wise the OC is a huge contrast to what he’s use to which is part of her appeal. I picture a tatted Barbie of some sorts...

SIDE NOTE: No shade, but shade, I was lowkey inspired to write this bc I have very strong opinions about the creative team at BH....

*** Let me know if you guys want the full thing or not...I kidna flaked on posting because it is such a cliché lol

SONG- FEVER DUA LIPA  FT ANGELE

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“Well, it’s a yes for me” Eyeing him in this Hot pink-fitted Burliti suit, which you paired with a very sheer black Arnar Mar turtle neck. The minute you saw the piece on the runway you’d been dying to get it on someone with melanated skin, and it just so happens, the boys are fresh off the US leg of their stadium tour! So, lucky for you, baby boy’s been in the sun a lot, and Namjoon’s currently a sinful shade of brown and you're totally here for it…

Then to top it off, the mesh material of the turtle neck creates the perfect silhouette around his offensively toned chest, outlining the muscles sinfully. Eternally snorting at the way the fans are gonna thank and curse you out all at the same damn time once they see the looks you’ve pulled for this man!

And yes, you had your crew bring extended shades of foundation and concealer, because his face and neck will match if your name is going to be attached to these damn photos! 

Head tilted to the side as you silently observe the way he rakes over his reflection in the mirror, it’s a sixth sense you’ve acquired as a stylist at this point. Half of your job is essentially being a hype man/self love coach, real shit, a lot of these artist aren't always as...confident as one may think!

And just like clockwork Namjoon runs his palm down his thighs, smoothing out nonexistent wrinkles on his pants for the umpteenth time in the span of oh I don’t know 30 seconds? Which in turn prompts you to say….

“You look good Joonie...” Musing over your second glass of Don, the compliment was genuine, tone warm, soothing even, not a hint flirtation insight because that wasn’t your motive. You weren’t trying to get him flustered you’re just trying to gas him up a little, you wanted to see Namjoon get alittle cocky and feel himself!

Ears perking up like an overgrown puppy, head whipping in your direction “Yeah?” The way this man’s eyes just lit up like the soul skyline. I just-goddamn, an almost bashful smile toys on those plush lips of his, and you can’t help the way your chest flutters with nothing but fondness.

“So fuckin cute” Flutters off your lips, as you hide a smile of your own behind a half empty whine glass. The delivery was so faint it almost go lost in the background music floating through the air. However the slight flush hitting his cheeks let you know Namjoon heard you whether he wanted to admit it or not!

”Mmmhmm, the color looks fuckin insane against your skin, not to mention, the way everything's going to pop once we tone your hair a little! “ Eyes drinking him in from head to toe, though there was nothing suggestive playing within your iris. Very much aware of time and place and right now your genuinely looking respectfully! Seeing if any alterations are needed, making sure you like where everything sits along his frame. Making notes in your phone of places you want to pin and adjust later...snapping a couple shots here and there. 

Licking his lips anxiously as he plays with the lapels on the blazer “But like-I mean-I- dont’-It doesn’t look like I’m... trying too hard or anything?” Brows furrowed in the center of his face, jaw tight, wincing slightly at his own words, almost as if he was afraid of your response. The vulnerability within his delivery was more than evident, and no matter how common this is with artist, it’s still just as devastating! Regardless of how much he tried to play it off as if he was just making casual conversation, you can see how blatantly uncomfortable he is . Gazing back at you wide eyed, and uncannily exposed, pointing at the outfit in question. Licking his lips anxiously as he plays with the the blazer, switching posses subtlety trying to get a better feel for the suit.  

You stayed silent for a minute, taking the time to actually process before speaking which is rare, not gonna lie. Gaze piercing as you hop off the bed, wine, and accessories in hand, swaying closer. “It’s fashion”. The baited pause almost implied that’s all you had to say, as if one-word was self-sufficient, and in your mind it was...but you knew better than to just leave it at that.

“Art at its finest Mr. Kim” You smile something a little devious, and he flushes even deeper as you slowly start to invade his space eyes locked with him meaningfully. You can physically see the shift, the closer you get, Namjoon starts fidgeting slightly under your gaze but he doesn't back down.

“It gives you room to play, create...it’s something that let’s us connect to people without saying a damn thing.” Suddenly the hand that wasn’t holding your alcohol has become a prop, flailing around haphazardly as you spoke, pointing at the various pieces hanging on clothes racks in your suite! The penthouse has essentially been transformed into your own personal walk in closet for the next 5 or so days! “It’s a statement. A opportunity to tap into a side of yourself that maybe you can’t always verbally articulate to the world around you! More importantly, it’s supposed to be fun, it’s literally something that can be removed within seconds! I mean we all have to wear clothes so why not just enjoy it?”  Head cocked to the side as you appraise him, brow quirked, eyes warm, yet there's a clear challenge playing within your gaze.

Namjoon’s watching you intently, almost as if he’s taking mental notes as you speak...the heaviness within those dangerously honed eyes of his could almost be unsettling to some, but you quite like it. Made you feel as though he actually gives a flying fuck about what you’re saying.

“In my opinion the only time it looks like someone’s “Trying too hard” Making little air bunnies with your spare hand “Is if they look uncomfortable in what they’re wearing, confidence is key, and I know you know that better than anyone RM!” You muse batting your lashes in Namjoon’s direction, and he dimples back at you, eyes sinking into tiny crescents, face rivaling the color of his suit, trying to hide said smile behind his own glass of champagne.  

“I could put you in a damn clown suit...” Words trailing off your tongue lackadaisically as you grow distracted searching the bar for a specific chain from John Hardy. “Which” Focus snapping back in his direction making the later splutter a little “Would be fire as fuck if I did by the way, but-”  Namjoon ended up cackling midsentence, almost choking on his drink in the process, fist pounding against his sternum.

Yeah..killing the leader of Bangtan wasn’t really high on your list tonight....

“Ayee, none of that shit...” Smacking him in the back a little more so just to be an ass because he wasn’t even choking anymore “Don’t die on me until we at least get this damn photoshoot done, I had to cancel my trip to Jamaica for this shit!”

Now he’s damn near choking and his laugh was contagious, it’s just.. loud, carefree so yes, your cackling, and there's nothing cute about it. But you honestly don’t care, you let yourself get lost in it! Finally able to feel the atmosphere in the room start to shift to something a little less scripted and a little more organic...

Throwing his hands in the air as If he’s waving a nonexistent white flag “I’m sorry, noona” There’s a pout playing in his lips, not exactly aegyo per say, but it’s fuckin adorable “Blame PD-nim, it’s his fault we had to do this so last minute” Wheezes from his throat, in the form of a slight whine, almost rivaling Jimin if I’m honest.

You already know he was laughing more so due to your delivery, specifically, your casual use of profanity over anything else. This is actually something you use to be self-conscious about, especially at your first shoot with the boys, at the shoot for GQ . Well aware it wasn’t as common in Asia for people especially women to use “fuck” like a comma. So you were hoping they wouldn’t be offended, or uncomfortable by your dialect, and, thankfully they didn’t seem to mind. Much like Joonie over here, they found it entertaining over anything.

“Yeah, a huh, sureee...” Eyes rolling to the back of your head playfully as you start lightly altering the suit in question with clips and pens. “Stay still babe” The pet name slipped off your tongue effortlessly, honestly, that's what you call most people in your life. However you were far too focused to notice how wide eyed and flustered the man before you became upon hearing it directed at him so casually.

A faint little “Sorry” muses off his lips as he gnaws on his inner cheek, trying to stay still as you ghetto-rig hems into place until you can get this under your sewing needle.

“ No, but real shit…” You sigh, taking on a slightly more serious tone “If you step in front of that camera like you own the bitch, regardless of what your wearing..., then they can’t tell you shit! If your comfortable there’s no such thing as trying too hard” You shrug nonchalantly like that was the simplest concept known to man, downing the rest of your drink “Alright, that’s all, thanks for coming to my Ted talk” Waving him off as if you’re about to leave the room and he pouted playfully, jokingly begging you not to leave him yet...it felt good to be able to banter like this. The shift continuous shift within the atmosphere was more than welcomed…

Hesitantly you watch his eyes find their way back to the full length mirror, which promptly smacks you back to reality!

Unfortunately you didn't fly all the way to Seoul just to drink,  and shoot shit with Namjoon for hours on end,  your actually here to work…

Sooo...

“Alright” Placing your arms on his shoulders, giving him a reassuring squeeze as you peer over his shoulder. Meeting his gaze through the glass, chin resting gently against the blade. “Back to the reason you came Mr. “I’m sooo anxiously” Shooting him a teasing little smirk in the process “The suit, yay or nay”

So, here’s the thing technically the official fitting is tomorrow, and as far as his team knows he’s in the studio with Yoongi and Hoseok finishing up a song!

Which of course raises the question as to why he’s here..alone..mind you..no staff or security in site.

Just Kim Namjoon and yourself.....

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Heyyyy, Lemme know if you guys want this or not, it will leave kinda open ended because it was supposed to kinda be a 3 part mini series initially. Part 1 ends the morning of the shoot, the full thing is set to be around 6/7k! Spoiler, the company is going to want to keep her around for more than just Namjoon’s solo project....

Also, YES...I did see that they actually put Tae in that Burliti suit (I wrote this long before that shoot was released)...I actually hated the way it was styled it though...I never thought I’d say this but MGK’s team did a better job than BH....

#Namjoon x reader #namjoon smut #namjoon x you #kim namjoon #kim namjoon x reader #kim namjoon smut #bts #bts smut #bts au #kpop #kpop smut #kim namjoon x you

[infinitebells]

Good evening (for me) BELL-SAN ! How are you ?? I just thought, what about S/O being part of the Moriarty team but she/he hits his/her head during a mission and lose all of his/her memories, at first they all be like, despair but each one of them try to help him/her remember in his own way, talking about memories with s/o, etc... You decide the end for more suspense hehe, I just wanted to do something with everyone <3 have a good night !

oh my god i’m in love with this i’m writing separate sections for each character just because i felt like it LOL. p.s. I GOT CARRIED AWAY BUT OK THIS IS ONE OF MY FAV PIECES IVE WRITTEN ITS SO SOFT KEJDHHE

william

✧ he’s the most calm out of all of them, but on the inside he’s raging because one of the people closest to him has no recollection of him

✧ he’ll sit you down alone in his study alone, and since you already know what had happened, he’ll simply talk about math with you

✧ he had been teaching you since you’d known him because you’d known a bit before meeting him

✧ the more you sat with him, the more you fell into your usual rhythm unconsciously

✧ william noticed that things felt like they were getting back to normal

✧ one day, you’re sitting in his study and he starts talking about the one time you and the team had gone out for drinks and moran started hitting on some lady in the bar

✧ without even thinking, you butt in, saying how the funniest part of that night was when she got offended by something he said and threw water in his face

✧ you both freeze, realizing that you had actually remembered something so insignificant, until he smiles wider than you’ve ever seen

✧ “welcome back to the team”

louis

✧ this man is silently devastated

✧ you were one of his best friends, you sat with him and talked whenever the other boys were prepping for missions

✧ when you were finally home, he led you to his room and sat you down on the bed, staring at you for a few seconds before reaching behind him into his dresser

✧ he’ll pull out the pocket watch you got him for his birthday, explaining the backstory behind it and why it’s so important to him

✧ each day he spends time with you, he’ll lead you to some part of the house, point out a random object, and talk about why it’s important to him or you or the team

✧ he’s done this about twenty times before he shows you your old locket that everyone had pressed a fingerprint into so that you had them with you at all times

✧ you scream excitedly, grabbing it and putting it on before tearing up and explaining that you know what it is

✧ he’ll be so happy that he pulls you into a big hug, whispering in your ear

✧ “i missed you so much”

albert

✧ he has to take a moment before seeing you again, preparing for the fact that you aren’t the same person who would keep him company while the others were doing mission things

✧ when he sees you again, he has to take a deep breath and ask if he can give you a hug, which you accept

✧ he’s gentle, not wanting to make you uncomfortable, and the second he wraps his arms around you feel a certain familiarity within his arms

✧ when you tell him that this feels familiar, he can’t help but smile, holding you just a little bit closer

✧ he’ll take you on walks because you guys would always walk through the town and explore different vendors on the side of the road

✧ he’ll talk about how friendly you always were to every single person you saw, making conversation with everyone you passed

✧ it isn’t until you’re passing by a fruit stand you guys had apparently used to go to, and you stop after recognizing the woman who ran it, starting a friendly conversation

✧ albert watches as your eyes light up in recognition, excusing the two of you and pulling you onto a side street and pulling you tightly to him

✧ you’re laughing with happy tears in your eyes, albert cradling your head to his chest in happiness

✧ “thank you for coming back to me”

fred

✧ this poor little bean is just so lost

✧ he’s always been quiet, and not being able to talk about your usual topics hurts

✧ when you’re able to start interacting with them again, he’s so quiet, at a loss for words

✧ he thinks for a few minutes before offering you his hand and leading you to a garden the moriarty’s had planted for fred

✧ whenever he was feeling overwhelmed or not in the mood to be around people, you two would go in the garden and talk about plants to help ease his mind

✧ so, he takes you out to the garden and sits you down in front of your favorite flowers

✧ he starts explaining the science behind them, why you like them so much, and when you guys planted them while the other boys were inside drinking

✧ every day he’ll take you outside and just talk about the plants in the garden and different memories attached to them

✧ each day you go out with him you start remembering more details from the stories he tells you

✧ one day, he tells a story and you gasp, flailing your arms about, explaining that you remember it

✧ he’ll stare at you before grabbing your hand gently and squeezing

✧ “it’s nice to have you back with me”

moran

✧ he’s beyond pissed, and he doesn’t try to hide it from his team

✧ when he see’s you again, he stands and stares at you for five seconds before grabbing your hand and leading you to his room

✧ he’ll sit down against the headboard and pull you into his lap, holding you in his arms

✧ after your tensing up for a second, he explains that he just needs to hold you for a little bit because he almost lost you and he needs to make sure you’re ok

✧ he’ll keep you in his arms and just spew out his favorite stories between the two of you, you just listening because he needs to remind himself that you’re still here with him

✧ the next few days, he’ll do the same thing

✧ after the initial shock of the first day, you start feeling more comfortable and familiar with him and add your own comments to the stories

✧ you were both always sarcastic and witty with each other, so when you start to make more sarcastic remarks with him, poking fun at one of his retold stories of his antics, he feels pride swell in his chest knowing you’re starting to return back to normal

✧ one day when you’re sitting in his lap, he starts to tell one of his old war stories when you start to finish it and point to his bare bicep explaining that the story ends with the scar that’s visible to you

✧ he stops for a moment, looking down at you to see you still, before looking up at him, a grin breaking out on your face as he shouts happily, pulling you closer to his chest to rest his forehead against yours

✧ “god, you’re finally here again”

#yuukoku no moriarty #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #moriarty the patriot #moriarty the patriot x reader #william james moriarty #louis james moriarty #albert james moriarty #fred porlock #sebastian moran #bells responds #bells’s anon

[gothfoxx]

My Hero Academia, any pairing, prompt: A and B are tasked to work on undercover mission to infiltrate a gala. They have to act as a couple to go in.

My apologies this took so long, I couldn’t decide what pairing to use. Then I realized lol rarepair duh!

The Gala was apparently about raising money for underprivileged kids with weak or non-existent quirks. A noble cause for sure but as their agency found out it was a front for a black market, a black market for selling pre WW3 art. The invitation they were able get a hold of had been for a couple who had been arrested quietly for buying stolen paintings online earlier in the month. It was the only reason the hero’s found out about this Gala in the first place.

Hero Deku and hero Phantom Theif had been chosen for this mission in account that they were still new and their civilian identities were relatively unknown by the public. To get into character the young heroes had been living as the men they were going as, living in their apartment, ordering from the same restaurants, wearing the same brands. They even dyed their hair to match the couple’s.

On day 1 Neito had set some ground rules, it had sounded reasonable to Izuku until the other pulled a whiteboard from his bag with the rules already written in red ink.

No hugs or kisses unless it’s to save the cover

Clothes are changed in the bathroom only

There must be a pillow between us while sleeping

Only use pet names other than dear for emergencies

No talking about the weather

NO ROMCOMS

Izuku could understand the first three rules, even if the third would be hard since he was a snuggler. The fourth rule was smart if they needed to warn each other without alerting anyone who might be listening in. But the last two were just weird, the weather was off limits? What if a storm looked worrying? Did earthquake count as weather? There were so many questions.

On day 3 Izuku found out the reason for #6 when he came in to the living room to find Neito yelling at the tv where two actors were kissing on screen. “Why would you forgive that lying cheating bastard?! He slept with your mother and then said he was working late ON YOUR BIRTHDAY!” Izu turned around and went back to the bedroom. Next to #6 he added an exclamation point.

On day 5 Izuku woke up nice and warm with a solid weight against his chest and knew he messed up on rule#3. As gently as he could he unwrapped his arms from the other’s waist and scooted back to his side of the bed. He felt bad but he couldn’t help that over the years at U.A. he got used to clinging or being clung to during sleep overs. 1-A had gone through a lot of trauma together and sometimes safety was found in knowing that others were there. He just hoped it didn’t happen again.

It happened every morning after but Neito slept through the extraction every time.

on day 6 they had a close call when during their trip to the store down the street villains held the establishment at gunpoint. Without their gear and because they couldn’t blow their cover the heroes were useless to do anything but wait on the dirty floors. Izuku fidgeted and mumbled anxiously as the thugs paced the isles demanding money and valuables. One stopped next to them, “Shut him the fuck up before I blow his pretty head off!” Snarled the lady with goat eyes as she aimed her weapon at Izuku’s (currently) purple head of curls. Doing what he could, without pissing the villain off, Neito pulled Izuku’s shaking form on to his own lap. “It’s okay sweetie, I have you” he hushed, hoping the use of rules 1&4 would pull the other out of his panicked state. It kind of worked. Instead of trembling and whispering the purplenett buried his head into Neito’s shoulder, breathing through his nose heavily.

An hour later they were giving their statements to the police, Izuku still clinging onto Neito like a lifeline.

On the morning before the Gala, or day 9, Neito woke up first. Something had tickled his nose and the sensation pulled him from sleep. Tucked under his chin was a mess of bedraggled purple curls, the owner of which was snoozing peacefully on Neito’s chest like he belonged there. And if his heart skipped a beat at the thought of seeing this every morning? No one would have to know. So after adjusting his position so that his partner’s hair was no longer in the way he drifted off to sleep.

Later in the day while Izuku was reading on the couch a weight leaned against him and the two would wordlessly tangle themselves so they both could read the scientific journal in comfort. If they spent the day like that no one would be the wiser and they didn’t have to tell. Dinner that night was homemade for the first time since the mission started, Neito was impressed by Izuku’s prowess in the kitchen. “Thank you for dinner dear, it is lovely.” He complemented with a tender smile that made the purplenett turn into a red flustered mess of flailing limbs. Neito wondered if green would look as pretty with that shade. “It’s nothing special! I cook all the time! I can cook for you again if you want!” Oooh, now they both were red messes.

They agreed to getting together after the mission, Izuku making dinner and Neito making dessert.

The evening of the Gala had them rushing around the apartment getting ready for the support team to bring them their gear. They still hadn’t gotten ready for by the time the knock came, “fuck-COME IN” Izuku calls throwing the last of the takeout containers into the trash. He could never live down the shame of having guests over to a disorderly house, even if they weren’t exactly guests and this wasn’t his home. The team let’s themselves in as he rushed into the bedroom, “Sorry about the mess!” Is all they heard as the door closed behind the purple blur.

On the bed were their complimentary tuxes set out in meticulous order. Seeing them out reminds Izuku that as soon as Neito is done in the shower he’d have to jump in. Trying to save time Izu whipped off his shirt and pj pants and tossed them into his laundry basket. Just as he realized that maybe he should have left his pants on the bathroom door opened and for the first time in Izuku’s life his brain stopped running a mile a minute. Steam rolled out, gaining a heavenly glow from the soft yellow on the light fixtures. The figure standing in the holy light was striking with a waxed chest, chiseled abs, and a trail of soft blond hair leading to his- “Deku shut up! Good lord, this is why we have rule two!” And that’s how Izuku learned that mumbles out loud even with his brain powered down and mouth worryingly dry. “You broke it too!” He shot back covering his eyes and turning to face a wall to avoid more awkwardness.

The team apparently heard everything because when Neito headed to the living room to get his under armor and ear piece they were all giggling. Taking the towel he was using to dry his baby blue dyed hair and flinging it over a chair he set them with a hard glare. “If you have time to be making fun of us then you have time to be working, let’s get to this.” He gritted out walking to the closest support member. They all shut up after that and helped him suit up. By the time he was done Izuku had joined them and was finding it hard to meet anyone’s eyes. With gear taken care of the team left them and headed back to HQ near the Gala.

“Can you stop acting like the world is ending because you had a Chargebolt moment? I’m a underground 18+ hero, it’s not the first time someone accidentally said something about how I look.” Neito sighs, he didn’t like the way it felt like Izuku wanted to run from him. They had to act like a couple for just a few more hours dang it, all this would be for nothing if they were awkward together now! “Though no one has called me a angel before, usually it’s unsavory or outright foul descriptions. It was nice, so please don’t feel so bad. It’s fine.” He reassures, it’s then he notes the disaster that is supposed to be a tie around his partner’s neck. “Dear come here and let me fix that for you.” He beckons.

Instead of walking over Izuku freezes up and looks at Neito with tears budding in the corners of his eyes. Before he could ask what was wrong though Izu asked with a watery voice, “People say things about you juss because you are an 18+ hero? That’s h-horrible! Have you reporded ‘em? D-do I need to punch ‘em for you!”. And that was probably the sweetest thing anyone outside of 1-B had ever said to him. He stepped closer and wiped Izuku’s tears away and started to fix the poor tie. “It’s not anymore we work with dear, it’s just so scummy thugs and those media hounds that did the same to Midnight. But you’ll be the first to know if I need someone punched.” The tie was one correctly now and the pinched look was gone from his partner’s face, the tears still threatened to spill over but that would be okay by the time they got to the Gala. “Let’s go be heroes.”

The raid on the Gala went textbook with only a few injuries on the heroes’ side. Dozens of pre WW3 art and documents were recovered. Their agency was praised for its efforts and for not losing any of the criminals or items. Their agency in return gave them time to readjust to living at home before they would be put back on patrol. It was customary for those who have gone undercover even for a small mission like theirs.

“Dinner was amazing! I’m so glad we agreed to do this.” Neito gushed, sipping the glass of wine he was holding. They were on the coach, watching a home improvement show with a team that specializes in apartment living, curled up in a loose bundle of warm clothes and limbs. “I’m glad too, that pie you made was so good! I could just gobble it all up!” Izuku laughs. He was going to miss this, heck he missed Neito for the last two day. Living alone hadn’t been this hard before even after high school when he went from sharing space with 20 people to 0. It was weird that you could become so used to someone being in your life so fast. It’s not like they coul-

“My lease is up in a few months. Would you maybe want to look for a place with me? S-so we can split the rent for a nice p-place. I mean the places near the agency are expensive for one person but if there’s two of us then it won’t be so bad an-“ Izuku started to rant before he was silenced by Neito putting a finger against his lips. “Yes. I’d love to share a place with you” he assures. “But we have to get a softer bed, theirs was so hard.” He adds with a seductive smirk. Well he was right, green was a cute color for that shade of red.

Rule #5 is because awkward small talk is the worst and Neito would rather sit in silence than try and force a conversation.

#foxx writes #monodeku #monoizu #mha midoriya #mha monoma #grown up Midoriya #midoriya izuku #monoma neito #ineedspellcheck #grown up monoma

[keichanz]

This Is Halloween

IT IS DONE. FINISHED. FINITO. COMPLETE. AND I AM SO

FUCKING

HAPPY YOU HAVE NOOOO IDEA.

moving on, i had a lot of fun writing this, and i had no idea so many people would enjoy the idea of writing little blurbs of the modern life of Inukag and their kiddos. also i’m surprised some people ship Izayoi and Raiden as hard as i do anD I’M SO INCREDIBLY HAPPY ABOUT THAT THEY ARE MY BABIES AND I LOVE THEM I WANT THEM TO BE HAPPY  

if some of you recognize the first half of this chapter and feel like you’ve read it before, it’s because you probably have. i posted the first half last year on Halloween and titled it “Haunted House” despite having not finished the series. I was originally going to just keep it as is, but then decided it wouldn’t be fair and anyway i wanted a proper ended for Izayoi and Rai, so i added onto it. i’m happy with how it turned out, despite it being a tad rushed because i just wanted this damn thing finished already lol.

anyway, thank you all for joining me on this adventure and for leaving all of your comments and reviews! i promise you i read all of your tags and reblogs and it truly does my heart good to know so many people enjoyed reading this story as much as i enjoyed writing it. ^_^

that’s enough rambling; ladies and gentlemen, without further ado, i present to you the last chapter of my series...

Spooktober Day 31: This Is Halloween 

Kagome had no idea what time it was when she turned over in bed with a grunt, her forehead scrunching into an irritated frown as she shifted into a more comfortable position then settled with a quiet sigh. Beside her Inuyasha sighed in his sleep and rolled up against her, his arm a pleasant warmth as it draped over her waist and he tucked his nose against the nape of her neck before going still once more.

She had no idea what had woken her up in the first place; snugly warm under the covers and cuddled against her husband quite nicely, Kagome should have been able to go back to sleep no problem but for some reason her mind was alert, refusing to give into the slumber creeping in on the edges, taunting her with sweet oblivion. The darkness of the room, Inuyasha’s steady breathing and the movement of his chest against her back should have been enough to lull her back to sleep, but for some reason her body would not give into her mind’s silent demands. It was as if her mind was subconsciously aware of something that her body was not and as such it would not be coaxed into that state of blessed ignorance.

Her frown deepened and she huffed quietly in annoyance; responding to her distress, even in his sleep, Inuyasha’s chest erupted with a soothing rumble and he maneuvered his arm beneath the blanket to reclaim its spot over her side and then press his hand against her bare belly. The familiar gesture sent warmth skittering across her skin and despite herself a fleeing, sleepy smile flickered at Kagome’s lips. It was one of his favorite things to do now that she was pregnant again and it didn’t surprise her at all that even in sleep he did it.

She went absolutely still, simply absorbing the feel of him against her, concentrating on his warmth, the sound of his even breathing, the pleasant roughness of his leg and chest hair against the smoothness of her skin, hoping to distract herself with the pleasing physical sensations enough to nod off again.

But no such luck; though she could feel the sleepiness pulling at the edges of her mind, it stubbornly refused to give in and Kagome’s frown returned, this time with a frustrated pout. Abruptly deciding she might as well see what time it was to gauge how much sleep she’d gotten thus far - and how much more she could sneak in - Kagome wrinkled her nose and cracked her eyes open just enough to peer at the blurry numbers on her alarm clock–

And screamed.

Inuyasha jolted awake with a startled gasp, shooting up in bed and blinking rapidly in order to clear his hazy vision as his mind struggled to come back online after very suddenly getting thrust into awareness.

“Huh–what–Kagome? What’s—?” Rubbing his eyes and shaking his head, Inuyasha turned his attention to his wife and found her sitting up in bed, clutching the blanket to her bare chest and staring wide-eyed at–

“Jesus! Fucking hell—!” Flailing in surprise, Inuyasha jerked back against the headboard in an instinctive reaction and slapped a hand against his chest over his rapidly beating heart.

“What the fuck–goddammit, Tai!”

Standing beside their bed, wearing his favorite Spiderman pajamas and the very detailed Halloween mask of the bloody skull of a skeleton that he’d begged his mother to buy for him at the store, their five year old said nothing as he peered at him through the meth openings of the eyes, looking every bit the spooky specter that he wanted to be for his favorite holiday.

Inuyasha and Kagome stared back, their eyes wide, wondering what the hell their son was doing standing at their bedside at five in the goddamn morning.

Tai was silent for another minute, before his slightly muffled voice reached their ears.

“…It’s Halloween.”

Then, as quietly as he’d apparently snuck into their room, the child slunk back out, leaving his parents in a state of “what the fuck just happened.”

A moment passed. Then their teenage daughter’s screech of, “Aaaahh! Ohmigod, Tai, you little freak! What are you doing?!” drifted down the hall and into their room. Tai’s gleeful cackling followed shortly thereafter and neither parent was surprised to hear Izayoi scramble out of bed and chase her laughing little brother though the house, tossing various threats of dismemberment and other creative jibes older sisters were known to torment their siblings with.

Finally over the initial shock, Kagome heaved a long sigh and slumped against the headboard while Inuyasha groaned and then slunk back under the covers with an annoyed grumble.

“Damn,” Kagome murmured and Inuyasha grunted. “Who the hell needs haunted houses and you wake up to that at five in the morning…”

A snort came from beneath the covers. “We can charge,” her husband opined, his voice gruff. “Pay for Izzy’s college tuition in a single night.”

Kagome snorted a laugh and slithered down to join her hanyou hubby under the covers. He slipped his arms around her waist and buried his face in her chest with a growling sigh and then they felt silent, wrapped in each other’s arms and listening to their children taunt and chase each other around the house in the wee hours of the morning.

“Inuyasha?” Kagome murmured a few moments later, drowsy, but unable to fall asleep as she distractedly rubbed her husband’s ears.

“Mm,” Inuyasha grunted, reveling in his wife’s blissful ministrations and struggling to stay awake to hear what she had to say.

“…You did buy all those Halloween decorations…” Her voice held an innocent lilt to it that had Inuyasha instantly grinning and his chest vibrating with a deep, husky chuckle.

“One condition,” he rumbled, his grin turning sly.

Kagome bit her lip to stifle her snickers. “And?”

“Tai and that damn mask are gonna be put to good use for waking us up at the ass crack of dawn and so’s Iz for saying she’s gonna rip off his arm and beat him with it.”

“Deal.”

“If you don’t stop fidgeting already, I’m gonna poke your eye and I won’t be sorry about it.”

“It feels weird.”

“I swear to god you’re the only girl I know of that complains about putting on makeup.”

“Bite me.”

“Hey, you’re the one who asked me for help, remember? So quit your whining and let me do this so you can impress your boyfriend. And stop glaring at me, it’s pinching your eyes and it’s gonna make me mess up and we’ll have to start all over again.”

“I hate you right now.”

“Love you too, cuz. Now stay still, will you? I’m almost done.”

Grumbling but because she’d rather not sit there for another half an hour while her cousin painted up her face to match her costume, Izayoi obliged and forced herself to remain still as Rin carefully added the finishing touches to her left eye. With her silver done and already donned in her costume, the only thing she had left to do was put on the hat after Rin was through and she was pretty anxious to see the complete look.

The party was set to begin in about twenty minutes or so and even from upstairs Izayoi could hear her mother order around her dad as they got everything ready. Her Aunt Sango and Uncle Miroku had arrived earlier to help as well and no doubt they were regretting that offer as Kagome flitted about agonizing over every little detail, stressing that it had to be perfect. She was pretty sure her mom had even put Tai to work, but last she knew it was something simple like preparing a cheese and cracker tray or picking up some of his toys to put away.

All in all Izayoi was glad she was pardoned from preparation duty so she could get ready. The instant they’d gotten home from school, she and Rin had bolted up the stairs to her room so they could change and prepare themselves, excited to wow their respective dates. They’d worked on Rin’s makeup first, Googling makeup tutorials and having fun experimenting with different shades and such. They settled on a simple design and coupled with the red wig and costume, Rin’s Sally looked positively stunning. Izayoi only hoped she’d look half as good as her best friend and cousin.

Then it was her turn, and by the time Izayoi was finishing styling her hair and changing into her costume, Rin had sat her down on the bed and set to work.

Now nearly thirty minutes later, Izayoi was starting to get antsy and a tad impatient. It really did feel weird to have makeup on. She’d never been one to care about her outward appearance and obsess over things other girls her age did. But still, she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t excited to see the result of actually putting thought into her appearance this time.

“Aaaand…done,” Rin finally announced and stepped back with a satisfied nod. Her smile was very proud and perhaps even a bit arrogant as she studied her handiwork. “Not half bad, if I do say so myself.”

With a muffled squeal of excitement Izayoi wasted no time in shooting up and darting over to the full-length mirror on her door. She took one look at her face and gasped, golden eyes going wide in absolute wonder.

“Oh my god, Rin,” she breathed as the aforementioned girl came strutting over to stand by her side, grinning widely as she slung an arm around her cousin’s shoulders. “This is…this is amazing. You’re amazing. I love it!”

“You’re welcome,” Rin said lightly and was promptly tackled by the enthusiastic half-demon in a hug a gratitude.

“Thank you!” Izayoi gushed and Rin’s half-hearted “Hey, watch the makeup!” didn’t even faze as she pulled back to admire herself once more in the mirror. “Rin, you are a goddess.”

“I know,” her cousin quipped but with a smile as she crossed the room the grab the last item to complete her look. “And now, the finishing touch.”

Beaming, Izayoi met her half-way and allowed her human cousin and best friend to carefully set the brown velvet hat on top of her head. Her ears flicked from the minor constriction against them, but it was tolerable and if it got to be too annoying she could just take it off for a while, so she paid it not mind.

“Perfecto,” Rin said just as the door to her room opened.

“How are you doing, girls? Almost done?” Kagome asked as she poked her head inside. Her eyes landed on her daughter and she gasped in utter delight, smiling broadly as she opened the door the rest of the way and stepped inside. Donned in a simple black long-sleeved shirt and black jeans, Kagome’s costume consisted of black cat ears and a tail with simple cat makeup on her face.

“Oh, Izzy, you look amazing,” she praised and the young half-demon beamed proudly. “And Rin, your Sally is spot on! I gotta say, your skills are stellar. The makeup looks like it was professionally done.”

Rin glowed at the praise and blushed, but her smile was very pleased. “Thanks, Auntie. It was easy, really. Just followed some YouTube tutorials. No biggie.” She shrugged, but it was obvious she really appreciated the compliment.

“Still,” Kagome said as she fished her phone from the pocket of her jeans, “well done. Alright, I have a picture of you two so I can show off to everybody at work. Say Happy Halloween, girls!”

With arms tossed over the others’ shoulders, the young cousins beamed and chorused, “Happy Halloween!”

Kagome snapped the picture, grinned in satisfaction, then beckoned them both over to her so show it to them and then quickly snap a picture of all three of them.

“Okay, the party’s about to start,” Kagome said after sending the photo to both her daughter and her husband. “Let’s get downstairs and show you two off!”

Giggling excitedly, the girls heeded the older woman’s words and scurried out of the bedroom, Kagome at their heels.

There were already a few guests milling about when they got downstairs, mainly people from Inuyasha and Kagome’s work, however a few family members had arrived as well. Rin happily waved to her parents from across the room and skipped over to greet them and to show off her own costume. Kagura had chosen a risqué witch costume while Sesshomaru merely had on a white t-shirt that said “This is my costume.”

Kagura gushed over the girls and praised her daughter’s makeup skills while Sesshomaru eyed his daughter’s costume for a bit before grunting in approval, satisfied that nothing inappropriate was showing. He nodded Izayoi’s way, approving her costume as well, and Izayoi knew it was just his way of showing his admiration so she merely beamed at him.

More people started arriving at the door and someone took it upon themselves to turn on some appropriately spooky music, but kept it at low volume in deference to the demons’ sensitive hearing. Pretty soon the dull roar of laughter and chatter filled the Taisho household as adults and children alike mingled and had a good time. Tai was running around with Sango’s and Miroku’s kids, wearing that bloody mask paired with the clothes he’d worn to school that morning. Whatever, as long as he was happy, is what Inuyasha had told his wife as she shook her head in exasperation.

Shippou and his parents were there, dressed as The Incredibles, and Kikyou along with her husband Suikotsu had arrived as Gambit and Rogue. Kouga and Ayame had opted for the Marvel route as well and showed up as Wolverine and Jean Grey. Daisuke was skulking about somewhere but he wasn’t dressed up, having been forced to accompany his parents.

Izayoi also spotted an Iron Man, the Joker, Penny Wise, various witches and princesses, characters from various horror movies, and even a toilet (???) and Kohaku and finally made an appearance making an excellent Jack from The Nightmare Before Christmas. He and Rin looked positively stunning together and many pictures had already been taken of them, however the one person Izayoi had been expecting to arrive with him, she still had seen neither hide nor hair of her crush.

Kohaku had waved off her inquiry about him, saying he just got held up and was probably on his way here right now, but Izayoi still couldn’t help but worry as anxiety gnawed at her tummy. Had he changed his mind? Oh god, what if he came to his senses and realized he could do much better than a silly little half-demon with a crush and an overprotective dad—

“Would you chill out?” Rin said, appearing at her side out of nowhere and thrusting a caramel apple in her cousin’s hand. “He’ll come, I’m sure of it. Kohaku said he just got held up.”

Worrying her bottom lip, Izayoi merely nodded and stared down at the dark screen of her phone. She’d refrained some blowing up his phone asking where he was because she didn’t want to be that girl, but she’d be lying if she said the thought wasn’t tempting. It was almost 6 pm and he still wasn’t there…what if something happened to him? Was he okay? Was he hurt? Oh god she needed to go and find him—

A pair of hands suddenly covered her eyes just as a familiar voice murmured behind her, “Guess who.”

Izayoi’s face split into the biggest smile Rin had ever seen and even through her makeup she could detect the pleased blush that colored the half-demon’s cheeks.

“Rai,” she whispered and the hands dropped, allowing her to spin around and lock eyes with her crush for the first time all night.

“I’m glad you made it,” she said and ignored Rin’s loud snort beside her. “I admit, I was…a little worried.” Rin snorted again and Izayoi not so subtly elbowed her cousin in the ribs.

Blue-green eyes glinted down at her but before Raiden could say anything Kohaku slung an arm around his neck with a jovial laugh and along with their friends started harassing him as boys often did. Raiden gave as good as he got, laughing with them and poking fun of their costumes while batting away the hands that poked at his own.

Izayoi waited patiently, amused, as Raiden fooled around with his friend and watched as he finally sent them off with high-fives and promises to track them down later. Rin dragged Kohaku off to do god knows what, sending her cousin a wink, and Izayoi blushed, but smiled in gratitude.

“So,” Raiden said at length and turned to face her fully, unabashedly looking her up and down to take in her costume. His face lit up in approval and he grinned, boldly reaching up to grab the trailing back of her hat and give it a gentle tug.

“You look…amazing, buttercup,” he complimented sincerely, enjoying the soft flush that painted her cheeks. “Did Rin do your makeup?” At her nod, he whistled low. “Nice. See? I told you we’d be the coolest couple here.”

He smirked and struck a pose, putting his hands on his hips and tossing his head as he puffed out his chest.

Izayoi laughed at how ridiculous he looked, her previous shyness evaporating under his easygoing air. What was it about him that made her feel so comfortable?

“You don’t look so bad yourself,” she praised, taking in his matching costume. It was simple, and yet complimented her as well as suited him perfectly. He made some modifications, such as ripping the knees of the trousers and shortening the sleeves of the shirt, but she had to admit, he looked positively dashing. She loved the shoulder piece and hat, and those combat boots? Oh, be still, my heart!

“Why thank you, m’lady,” he rumbled, smirking as he held out his arm. “Now let’s get this show on the road. Shall we, fair maiden?”

Grinning broadly, pleased as punch, Izayoi tucked her arm into his and replied smoothly, “We shall, my good man.”

It was just after 10 pm and the party was finally starting to wind down. It was mainly family and close friends that were sticking around, chatting pleasantly and even offering to help clean up, but Kagome dismissed their kindness with a smile and said she’d just do it tomorrow. Tai, tuckered out from all the fun, the copious amount of cookies and other food he’d consumed, and the various games he’d played, lie fast asleep in his father’s arms who sat in the recliner, feeling a mite winded himself.

The teenagers had claimed the kitchen as their domain, joking around and laughing together, but at a much calmer level now that the hype of the party had died. They munched absently on leftover cookies and other treats, plastic cups full of soda or cider littering the counter tops.

Leaning against the counter with Raiden at her side, Izayoi couldn’t remember having so much fun before. She and Raiden had flirted and teased each other all night long, even holding hands once and she’d managed to sneak in a kiss to his cheek once or twice when her parents weren’t looking. She was on cloud-nine, pumped full of sugar, cider, and so much junk food she should be sick, but yet she unable to stop smiling.

Best Halloween ever, Izayoi thought with a dreamy sigh and then suddenly her hand was encased in warmth and she blinked. Looking down, her eyes widened to find that Raiden had taken her hand in his and her face erupted in color when he laced their fingers together.

He squeezed, and she looked up, a question on her tongue, but he put a finger to his lips and tugged as he jerked her his head, a wordless inquiry to follow him as he gently led her toward the sliding glass doors. Izayoi was utterly helpless and allowed him to drag her away, biting her lip to contain her giggles as they sneaked out into the deck and into the cool night.

From his location in the armchair, Inuyasha’s brows snapped low over his eyes as he watched that boy lead his daughter outside away from his eyesight and a low growl rumbled in his throat. Oh hell no.

Tightening his hold on Tai, meaning to carefully lay him on the couch and follow after the two teens, Inuyasha moved to stand up, but a small hand on his shoulder gave him pause and he snapped his gaze to his wife who was looking toward the kitchen with a knowing smile.

He growled. “Kagome—”

“Leave them be, Inuyasha,” she murmured and shifted her hand to soothingly rub his ear. “She’ll be fine. I’ve been watching them all night; Raiden is a good boy with a good head on his shoulders, and you know your daughter. She’s smart, and we both know she can take care of herself. We need to trust her, okay?”

Inuyasha’s ears pinned down against his head and he winced, however he did grudgingly sink back into the chair. It was obvious he was fighting to keep himself from following after them, amber eyes zeroed in on the sliding doors he could see from where he sat, and Kagome smiled in understanding.

Perching herself on the arm of the chair, Kagome racked her fingers through his hair and quietly mused aloud, “Do you remember when we were that age, Yash?”

She purposely used the nickname she’d frequently called him while they were in high school and as she predicted, her husband’s gaze darted back to hers in surprise.

“We used to sneak off all the time,” she reminded him and watched the emotions flit across his face as he remembered their teenage years. Slowly his expression softened and a small smile lifted the corners of his mouth as he recalled their youth.

“We were young, and it was exciting,” Kagome continued, voice soft with fond recollection. “We broke the rules, caused mischief, didn’t care about anything but each other, and we had fun doing it. My high school years were some of the best years of my life, and it was because I had you to share them with me. Would you deny your daughter that same happiness, Yash?”

Inuyasha closed his eyes and sagged in defeat, releasing a drawn-out sigh of resignation. His wife, damn her, was right. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, his daughter was a teenager now, and as such she was nearing that stage in her life where she was going to act out and do what she wanted, regardless what he or her mother said. He just hoped to god she wouldn’t be as rebellious as he’d been, but like Kagome said, he had to trust her. He knew his babygirl, knew she would stay out of trouble.

Didn’t stop him from worrying, though. She was his only daughter, his little girl; of course he was going to worry. But it looked like he’d just have to do it from afar now and let her make her own mistakes so she could learn from them, as hard as that was going to be.

“No,” he finally allowed, shaking his head. “No, of course I wouldn’t. I just…” He sighed again and stared beseechingly up at his wife, brow knit into a slight frown of consternation. “This is gonna suck, isn’t it?”

Kagome’s smile was equal parts sympathetic and resigned. “Majorly.”

Inuyasha groaned.

“Well,” his wife piped up and he cracked an eye open. “At least your hair is already silver so you don’t have to worry about going gray prematurely.”

“Not helping, wench.”

Sitting on the wooden platform of the swing set, hidden from prying eyes with the waxing moon praying witness to their secret interlude. It was a chilly but clear night, but neither teen minded the cold, content to sit in the dark with the moon’s silver brilliance shining down on them and enjoy one another’s company.

Raiden had yet to release Izayoi’s hand and she wasn’t complaining at all. He was warm and smelled nice and Izayoi thought that maybe life couldn’t get any better right at that moment. She tried not to think about how mad her parents were going to be when they discovered she’d sneaked outside with a boy, and with Raiden there casting her tiny grins and squeezing her hand every so often, it wasn’t too hard.

“Sorry for stealing you away like this,” Raiden said, breaking the silence with a soft chuckle. “It was sort of a…spur of the moment thing. I hope you won’t get in trouble.”

Even if she did, it would be soo worth it. “It’s okay,” she said, smiling as a soft blush tinted her cheeks. “I don’t mind. And even if I do…” She shrugged and spoke her thoughts out loud, “It’d be worth it.”

Raiden grinned. “Yeah?”

“Oh yeah,” she returned and they shared a quiet laugh.

“I did sort of have a reason for bringing you out here,” he admitted a mite sheepishly, using his free hand to rub the back of his neck as he averted his gaze.

Izayoi tilted her head and regarded him curiously, a patient half-smile curling her lips upward.

“What’s that?” she asked lightly even as her heart pounded in her chest, not daring to hope…

“Uh, er, w-well,” he began, coughing into his hand, and Izayoi realized with slight astonishment that he was flustered. She’d never seen him be anything other than cool, calm, and confident, and she had to admit, she sort of liked it. It was adorable and he was actually blushing!

Fighting back a smile, Izayoi swallowed the giggle that bubbled up and waited for him to regain his bearings, if not a bit impatiently. She didn’t want to jump the gun of course, or jump to conclusions, but if he wanted to be alone to ask her something…

Sucking in a bracing breath, Raiden nodded to himself, hardened his resolved, and faced the pretty half-demon that he’d had a crush on for the better part of a year now. He gave her his best charming smile and enjoyed the becoming blush that stole across her cheeks.

Encouraged, he squeezed her hand and began, “Izayoi, I..uh…” He sighed, groaned, and then decided to just go for it.

“Ah, screw it. Izayoi Taisho, I like you,” he finally admitted and he could clearly hear the way her breath caught in her throat as her eyes widened. “And I, uh, I hope you like me too—”

“I do!” Izayoi blurted before promptly blushing so hard her face rivaled that of a tomato.

And just like that Raiden’s confidence was restored, the tension in his shoulders melting away and it was suddenly easier to breath. He grinned at her and squeezed her hand, shifting around and angling his body so he faced her.

“Yeah?” he said and though she refused to look him in the eye, Izayoi jerked her head in a curt nod and he felt like he could, like, lift a freaking house or something.

“Well then,” he started and reached over to gently tug on one of her braids to draw her attention. There was a pause, and then Izayoi slowly turned her head, pretty sunshine eyes locking with his blue-green ones.

“What do you say we go out this weekend? Just you and me, like a real date. Please say yes,” Raiden beseeched, his smile easy-going and entirely too charming for her little heart to handle.

Like she was going to say no? Heart pounding, face five different shades of red and her belly rioting with millions of butterflies, Izayoi allowed the utter delighted smile to surface on her face as her eyes lit up in absolute pleasure.

“Yes,” she whispered and had to laugh when Raiden made a fist and jerked his arm back with a hissed, “Score!”

Utterly elated, Izayoi resisted the urge to bounce up and down in exhalation as she confessed, “God, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted—”

Fleeing warmth and softness brushing against her lips so fast she thought she imagined it had Izayoi’s thoughts coming to a screeching halt. She gasped, hand flying up to flutter her fingertips across her lips and her eyes were very wide as Raiden pulled back to reveal a face that was nearly as red as hers.

“Sorry,” he muttered, wincing a little as he dropped his gaze. “I just…you just looked really cute, and I’ve kinda wanted to do that for a while, and well—”

Something warm and soft pressed against his cheek, close to his mouth, and Raiden sucked in a sharp breath as his heart stuttered in his chest. He swung wide eyes his crush’s way and watched as she bit her lip but didn’t avert her gaze, giving a shy but genuine smile that made him want to hug her and protect her at all costs.

While definitely not as brave as he’d been to kiss him on the lips, Izayoi couldn’t help but to return the affectionate gesture, both as a reassurance and because…well…he’d just looked too darn cute all flustered and blushing. She was still reeling from having gotten her very first kiss and her heart was pounding a mile a minute, but she could honestly say she didn’t regret it one single bit.

The two teenagers simply stared at one another for a silent minute, blinking and absorbing what had just happened. And then simultaneously they erupted into a quiet laughter, snickers and giggles echoing into the night. Feeling bold, Izayoi scooted closer to him and pressed her side against his; Raiden retaliated by removing his hand from hers and instead slinging his arm around her shoulders to tug her even closer.

“You wanna go inside?” he asked, frowning slightly as he rubbed his hand up and down her arm. Her skin was cold and he felt stupid for bringing her out here when it was so chilly out.

“Mmm…” Biting her lip, Izayoi glanced over her shoulder toward the deck and the sliding doors that led into the kitchen. She was somehow not at all surprised to find their friends pressed up against the glass, grinning from ear to ear as they spied on them. Rin, the brat, wasn’t even ashamed to be caught, waving at them from under Kohaku’s arm and Izayoi stuck her tongue out at her, though she smiled right after.

“On second thought,” Raiden drawled and a quick glance revealed he too was staring at their annoying friends, “maybe we could stay out here a little longer.”

“Sounds good to me,” she agreed, dismissing their friends and turning away just in time to miss the sight of her mother shooing away the teenagers crowded against the doors, shooting them a secret smile before walking away and dragging her protesting husband with her.

“Happy Halloween, buttercup,” Raiden murmured and dropped a kiss to her head, right between her adorable ears.

Sighing in utter contentment, warm despite the chill in the air and the happiest she could ever remember being, Izayoi smiled and dropped her head to rest on his shoulder, oblivious to everything but him.

“Happy Halloween, Raiden.”

a;kjfad i was in such a rush to get this done i forgot to add links to Izayoi’s makeup and costume, along with Raiden’s getup. whoops.

Izayoi’s Costume (though it’s more kid friendly in the fic of course)

Izayoi’s makeup

Raiden’s costume

#this is halloween #spooktober prompts #day 31 #oneshot #inuyasha #kagome #izayoi #tai #raiden #inukag #keizfanfiction #fanfiction

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SG1

Season 4 episode 14

"THE SERPENTS VENOM"

Notes by me

- chulak!

- rebel jaffa lets goooo

- VIVA LE REVOLUTION

- tealc is such a multi tasker. Being on sg1 team AND the leader of a rebellion

- a trick!! A ruse!!! Blocked

- every time I see the tokra IDC I get sad bc its not gonna be martouf :(

- the tokra not being able to translate something and coming to DANIEL for help is like. such good development and trust for them but also it shows how smart Daniel is

- Jack on edge in this ep huh

- "of course, colonel Oniell is always fun to have around" ajsnsjdbd

- defiant whumpee !Tealc

- im sorry the light coming out of his mouth is weird

- daniel bringing 8 bags of shit he cant even carry smh

- Jack pushing his glasses up im losing it

- I love this set for the ship!

- nerd!Daniel

- "its all Phoenician to me, sir"

- this kids dad burned his sons Mark off his forehead. Thats just yikes

- maybe tealc can sway him with one of his beautiful speeches

- I DO NOT HEAR MY EARS ARE CLOSED

Pls tell me bratac isnt dead I do not believe it. And he would never say they were gods im calling bullshit

- I know hes being tortured and everything but I'm im just looking. when they rip his shirt. Off

- when Jacob gives the vaguest answers and they look at him like. You're not giving them alot of confidence buddy

- PROBLEMS ARISE

- tealcs back muscles hrrrnngg

- this torturer dude sounds like a catholic pr*ist

- I dont speak Chulak but tealc just said Fuck You

- the bomb moving and Sam crawling with it lol

- "thats it im sure.......WAIT WAIT WAIT!!!!!.......no yeah that's it." Im going to kill him in so many ways

- Jack leaning down oN TOP OF SAM like buddy you couldve leaned down anywhere else

- "I have no idea"

- tealc giving a freedom speech to the kid 😭😭 and his voice got kinda higher??

- Jack pulling Sam out from under the bomb by her legs

- when jacob tells Jack to take control of the ship and he gets SO excited and then immediately almost blows them up

- hes literally flailing his hands trying to move the space mines with??? Telekinesis???? The force???

- tealc being offered up as a gift. I have 6 dollars and an old bubblegum wrapper in my pocket but I am willing to break out the piggy bank

- it needs to be zero bc of a "math thing" ? What math thing im dumb

- theyre all terrible at this

- that shot of tealc hanging by one arm

- pls say Jack is not letting his boy die

- "tealc is expendable" jacob is now canceled

- daniel saying for the 5th time that he might have been wrong and then back tracking

- the kid helps!!!! Tealcs speeches always do the trick

- THEY MISSED??? ALL THAT AND THEY MISSED????

- go back for my boy or there will be consequences

- SPACE BATTLE

- oh thank god my jaffa is alive 💗

- "it is good to hear your voice oniell" BROTP

- *goes to try to start a war between apophis and heru'er to make it easier to defeat them*

*fails and makes everything worse*

~

Tealc whump: shot by zat, unconscious, kidnapped, arms chained to ceiling, tortured, tased(?) By staff thing, noises!, screaming, face grabbed, sweaty, bloody, manhandled, dragged, thrown by ribbon device, ribbon device to forehead weak, slow speech

🎶listening to Who I Am by The Score🎶 for tealc being a defiant rebel against the false gods and not breaking ✊🏿 🔥

#stargate season 4 #tealc whump season 4

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AJR/Fletcher/3OH!3 @ ISU’s Braden Auditorium

A different take to the blog this post. I went to a show alone up in the Blono area. For those of you who are reading this and aren’t local, it’s Bloomington-Normal which is the home of the Illinois State University Redbirds. Pretty campus, nice majors, etc. Definitely worth checking into if you’re in the market for college. I have a lot of friends who go here / have went here. The parties are dope, the bar scene is hype, and it’s a great little place overall to spend 2-4 years if you have that kind of time and money.

FIRST IMPRESSION:

This was my first concert at Braden Auditorium and I am going to give it about a 7.5/10 rating for the venue, 8/10 for the vibe, and artists individually will get reviews/ratings later on in the blog. The venue was actually really well ventilated and it stayed cool inside despite the fact that it was packed as fuck and everyone was flailing around like an octopus at a rave. Parking was big and spacious, I conveniently parked closest to the doors not even knowing where I was going. Shout out to Brady for getting me where I needed to go via Snap since I was clueless. It was more or less just following the masses. (Doesn’t that lead to mass murder or cults?) The merchandise was right inside the doors and everything was front and center. AJR was the only artist that had merchandise out so I bought their short sleeved tie dye shirt (I’m a slut for tie dye) and their dusty rose hoodie with “100 BAD DAYS 100 GOOD STORIES” on the back because obviously. That’s my favorite song off Neotheater. I think it was reasonably priced. $35 T-shirt and $65 hoodie. Lucky for me, I brought exactly $100. Amazing on me.

I’m really not a fan of “assigned seating venues” so that was a bummer at first but the chair was super convenient when I wasn’t feeling it for the middle set. The facility is super nice, the security/assistants were super nice, the vibe was super nice. Overall super nice. The box office workers were SO kind helping me get my ticket (obviously I needed a physical ticket for the collection) and pointing me in the right direction to my seat. The people I sat around were kind as well. I had a group of girlfriends to my right, a couple to my left at first, and friend groups ahead and behind. As the Fletcher set went on and I was sitting, I had a weird guy come up and sit in the empty seat to my left. He got creepy after a few minutes and, GOD BLESS, the two girls that were together behind me saved the day and pulled me up to the next row back with them. After a while he tried talking to the group of girlfriends that were to my right originally and after talking with them I found out they were 17!!! So I told them I’d walk them out to their car after the show and they were so appreciative. Girls helping girls is what this future needs to become. Aside from that little stutter, the seating was not the best but wasn’t the worst. Neutral rating there, but for future reference I am gonna try to avoid assigned seating venues. Dat shit lame.

The thing I like the most about this experience for myself was that I was able to let myself feel. I have an issue with bottling up my emotions and I don’t ever process them, I just shove them to the back of my mind and wait until the shelf is too full and one falls off and I deal with it when the glass breaks. So being able to sit here, reflect on my emotions, feel things for what they are at their own face value, it was really nice. I heard all of my feelings loud and clear, I cried tears of happiness, sadness, confusion, excitement. There was so much going on in my brain that I couldn’t hold any of it in. Music is one of the only things that allows me to feel freely and deeply, so this experience helped me sort through what I’ve been holding onto. Some days I wonder why I hold on. I think this is a good habit to get into: going to a concert alone once a month, maybe twice. Not just for me, but for anyone who has a deep connection with music, artists, albums, etc. Overall, a pleasant experience for what I dubbed “Solo Sunday”.

ARTIST REVIEW:

3OH!3 - The first artist up on stage was 3OH!3 and I am honestly so emo over that itself. I’ve been into them since I was in middle school so that was a dope experience. I didn’t think I would see them in concert in my entire life let alone be a few feet from them so that was super surreal and I felt so starstrukk (puns, lol). Honestly, they’re so hype and their humor is very plain, but it’s still funny. I loved their set, recorded half of it on my phone, and will probably blare them on the hour long drive home. It was seriously such a great moment for me, my 13-year-old self was LIVING HER BEST LIFE and I can’t say 22-year-old me could’ve complained either. (10/10)

Fletcher - Fletcher was the second artist out of the trio. Let me start by saying her voice is AMAZING and she is TALENTED. But it’s too loud and strong for the mic and that needs to be adjusted so it doesn’t sound so blaring and shitty. I wasn’t really feeling her set so obviously I sat and started this blog. You could barely understand half the words she was singing when she got quiet, you could only hear her when she was loud. Aside from the sound, her lyrics were spot on for any girl going through literally anything. “Wish I could get a little undrunk so I could uncall you, at 5 in the morning I would unfuck you”. Bruh. My CHEST. Who said she could come for my life like that? This is wack as FUCK, I got called out hard on the whole set. There’s just something about the emotion in her voice that make the lyrics hurt 10x more and I think that is what makes a good artist. I think she talks too much midset and between songs, but maybe she will learn as she tours more that not every song needs an explanation for why she wrote it or when she wrote it or where. Overall I think her lyrics were good, the sound was okay, but the set was mediocre at best. Maybe an artist better on recording compared to live, will definitely give her a listen and fair chance. (7.5/10)

AJR - First off, let me just say that AJR was/is/always will be a (not so) subtle obsession. Neotheater (album review post coming soon) got me in my feelies so fucking hard that I couldn’t breathe. It was a cheap rib shot and it made me want to reevaluate everything I’ve ever said or done in my entire life. Seeing them live, being in the same building as them, it had my feelings on a whole different level. This album has been my rock for the last few weeks on repeat and helping me through this rough patch of my life. Being at the NEOTHEATER WORLD TOUR was unreal. They bring so much hype and playful banter to the stage, seeing them interact with one another (they’re brothers slash the “they were roommates” vine) was so wholesome. The gig was INCREDIBLE. I recorded most of the set to have for the bad days and the sad days. They are fun, upbeat, and quirky in the best way. I cried for the first 4-5 songs because it was so surreal to me and I was just in awe of the fact that the music that I listen to so I can make it through the day sounds 10x better in person. The vibrations in your chest and the pounding headache you find yourself not minding, the amazing crowd that feels the same or similar to the way you do, and the hype that everyone in the place felt. It was all amazing and I will never miss another AJR show again. I really just sat there and soaked in my tears the whole set. It was satisfying in a weird way to connect with something so simple so deeply. (10/10)

THE DRIVE HOME:

The drive home was hype while I sat in the lot trying to leave all the way up until I got out of Blono. It began as a light jam session of “I’m Not Famous” and “Burn The House Down” in the lot, transitioned to 3OH!3 on shuffle (skipping for all the high tempo bops), and then winded down with a play through of Neotheater in its entirety. From the moment I hit the highway from the last exit taking me home, I started the album from the beginning. I let the words sink it, the emotions connect, and I was a bawling mess. I sang, I cried, I bobbed my head along time the heartbreaking truths the lyrics were throwing at me. I revisited painful things from my life, I planned out new future plans. I took my present life into consideration and started working on a plan to get it back together. By the time I got home, my face was covered in teary mascara streaks and my eyes were bloodshot and burning. My cheeks were red and I felt so exhausted. Letting my emotions get out in their own way made me feel like a new person. The months upon months of bottled up feelings are gone and it’s time to start over with new ones.

FINAL THOUGHTS:

I enjoyed myself. That’s a phrase that will rarely come out of my mouth. But hey, it’s true. The experience was one of a kind, it was extraordinary, it was everything I wanted it to be. $50 to see a life altering show (dramatic, yes, but not entirely wrong either) was a steal. I would recommend an AJR headliner any day regardless of the openers. 3OH!3 as a headliner would slide if they had good openers. Fletcher as a headliner would be cool if you like that kind of thing. Don’t go to concerts alone unless you are adequately prepared to be alone. Help those around you, enjoy the moment, live for the now. Let those around you enjoy things in their own way. Be kind, be compassionate, be supportive. Enjoy the time you have because your days are numbered, regardless of the total amount. And when you think you shouldn’t do something because you don’t wanna go alone, do it anyway. It will be good for you and it will bring a new meaning to self care. I feel weightless and so wholesome. I am ready to tackle another week, month, and year.

#AJR #CONCERT #braden auditorium #isu #illinois state university #music blog #blog #artist review #music #3OH!3 #fletcher

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If you dont want to do this or if its not clear im sorry, but could you please do an eddy brock x sister reader where she broke into the lab and got her own symbiote (thats female? Granted idk how gender works for symbiotes just know most people refer to venom as male) and while eddy is freaking out shes totally calm + like "haha lol so this is happening now thats fun" and calls hers darling, sweetheart, love, etc. And is a major pacifist so they made a deal of no killing at day one, just fluff?

So I know this isn’t really what you asked for…but my brain just ran away with this. It’s looking to be 3 parts as it stands right now, so let me know if you’re interested in the rest or if you want me to try again.

My first request…*SQUEE*

    “When you asked me to help you with a ‘work thing’, I didn’t think we’d be breaking and entering.”

“It’s just to gather evidence. We’ll be in and out.”

    You rolled your eyes.

    “Edward Charles Allan Brock, that is a load of bull and you know it.”

    “It is not!” Eddie hissed at you, glancing worriedly at Doctor Skirth in the driver’s seat. “I just wanna expose Drake and that’s all.”

    “Like how you ‘just wanted’ to do a piece on Wilson Fisk’s paper trail back in New York?”

    “That was different!’

“As if!”

“We’ll be pulling up in a few minutes,” Doctor Skirth interrupted, glancing back at you and Eddie with undisguised anxiety. “Try ducking out of sight when we pass through the checkpoint, okay?”

You shot Eddie a look before jerking your head towards the trunk and unbuckling your seatbelt to roll under the backseat, willing yourself to become invisible.

This was not your first rodeo handling your brother and his many misadventures: you had grown up playing attorney for him whenever he got in trouble and honestly should have been paid for the number of close scrapes you’d gotten him out of. He’d promised when he moved in with you after the New York thing that he’d behave and for a while you’d believed him–especially after Anne hit the scene. But you should have known better: Eddie’s overwhelming sense of justice was his fatal flaw and was always bound to get him in trouble–and hurt those he loved in the process.

By some miracle, you all made it past the security checkpoint and into the main building without being spotted. You even got some nice backstory about alien creatures and a comet as the doctor lead you both from the parking lot and through the main building. But as the doctor was badging you and Eddie into the lab, someone called her name and you felt a spike of panic in your gut.

“Don’t touch anything!” were Doctor Skirth’s last words to the pair of you as you hurried into the laboratory.You hated that the second she said it, you immediately knew that your brother would be touching all the wrong things.

The lab was lit eerily blue, making it hard to see much aside from shadows of various unrecognizable scientific instruments. Eddie immediately took out his phone and began snapping pictures, leaving you to watch his back. You hardly breathed as you both walked past a wall of glass cages, some containing human figures. One of them caught your eye and you paused, looking at what seemed to be a mass of white, slimy tentacles. Somehow, you couldn’t take your eyes off it. It looked dead, but something about it–perhaps its alien shape or apparent lack of a real body–made you unable to cease staring. You felt at any moment it might twitch or give some sign of life…

A sudden thud jolted you from your trance and you whirled around to see that Eddie was as the far end of the hall, looking in horror as something clawed at the glass. He immediately reached towards the access panel on the door and you felt your heart drop into your shoes.

The alarms were immediate and the shift from the dark blue lights to vibrant reds left you covering your eyes instinctively. You faintly heard glass break and squinted just in time to see your brother tackled to the ground by a screeching figure with long, tangled hair.

“Eddie!” you screamed, sprinting towards him.

“Maria! Maria, stop!” you heard him crying out. You were only a few paces away when something large and black shot out from the attacker’s back, whipping around and launching you away. You felt your back slam against something initially solid that shattered out from behind you, the air driven from your body as you hit the floor. Something writhed underneath you and you lurched just enough to roll onto your side, finding yourself staring at the white-tentacled thing again. Except this time it was definitely moving.

You couldn’t scream–you were still trying to restart your lungs after crashing through the glass door. All you could do was watch as the slimy thing lashed out its tentacles, coiling around your wrist. The panic gave you enough adrenaline to push up onto your hands and knees, crawling away without a care as to how much glass laid around you. Most of the tendrils slipped off you as you flailed, but a few broke off the creature and coiled tighter, clinging desperately.

You heard footsteps through the screaming alarm and froze, whipping around to see shadowy figures rush into the lab.

HIDE!

You instinctively curled into a ball, hands clasping together behind your head. There was some shouting and then just as quickly as you’d heard them come in, you heard them leave, shouting something about “the asset” getting away.

GO QUIETLY!

You jumped to your feet and ran back out the way you’d come in, moving at top speed. Through the parking lot and straight out to the road, you didn’t let up on your wild sprint until you dropped to your knees, out of breath on the sidewalk.

WE NEED TO KEEP RUNNING!

In a minute. When I’m not going to vomit.

Remembering all your PE lessons from High School, you put your hands behind your head and shakily got to your feet, trying to focus on inhaling through your nose. When your heartbeat settled and the taste of bile retreated you heaved a heavy sigh. And then panic seized you.

“Eddie,” you breathed. “Oh no. Oh please…don’t be dead…”

EDDIE WILL BE FINE. HE HAS HELP.

You whirled around, looking for whoever had spoken, but aside from distant headlights there were no signs of anyone.

PLEASE DON’T PANIC. YOUR HEART RATE JUST SPIKED DANGEROUSLY HIGH.

Same voice. Slight echo. Feminine. And it definitely wasn’t coming from somewhere around you.

“…who are you?” you whispered. “Are you inside my head?”

IN A SENSE. AS FOR MY IDENTITY…I AM UNSURE. I’M…NEW.

“Then what are you?”

ALIEN. BROUGHT HERE BY THE HUMANS. I…I WAS NEAR DEATH. HOST-LESS. STARVING. THEN YOU CAME. OLD SELF TRIED TO GRAB HOLD. I AM THE PIECE THAT MANAGED TO STAY, MANAGED TO BOND. BECAME…ME.

You frowned. There was an alien inside you. Or some part of one. So far, though, you weren’t getting any bad vibes off this…being. All it had done so far was get you out of the Life Foundation’s labs and nothing in its voice and mannerisms. Wait, was it an “it”?

I PREFER THE FEMALE PRONOUNS, IF YOU DON’T MIND.

Okay. She.

She could hear your thoughts?!

WE’RE BONDED AT A CELLULAR LEVEL–OF COURSE I CAN HEAR WHAT YOU THINK. WE EXIST SYMBIOTICALLY, SO WE NEED TO BE ABLE TO COMMUNICATE AT ANY TIME.

Huh. Convenient.

MOST OF THE TIME.

Wait, so if you’re “new”, then how do you know all this?

ANCESTRAL MEMORY. INSTINCT. IT WOULD BE HIGHLY INCONVENIENT FOR MY KIND TO NEED TO TEACH ALL OFFSPRING HOW TO BOND, ESPECIALLY CONSIDERING HOW ALL SPAWN ARE JUST PIECES OF THEIR PARENT THAT BECAME INDEPENDENT. NURTURING ISN’T IN OUR NATURE.

That’s really sad, actually.

ONLY TO THOSE WHO HAD SUCH AN UPBRINGING. I AM RELIEVED THAT MY KIND DO NOT EXPERIENCE THE PERIOD OF HELPLESSNESS THAT YOURS MUST ENDURE–THIS “CHILDHOOD”–BUT I CAN UNDERSTAND YOUR SYMPATHY. YOU DID NOT HAVE MUCH OF ONE EITHER, AS FAR AS I CAN SEE.

Not after my mother died. My father no longer really cared…Eddie got the worst of it, though. I think our father blames him for mom dying…

That last thought jolted you out of the mental conversation. Eddie. Where was he? Did he make it out? Frantically, you scrambled for your phone and pressed the speed-dial for your brother. Every ring made your tension mount higher until finally you heard him pick up.

“Yeah?”

“Eddie! Where are you?! Are you okay?!”

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Just feelin’ a little funny is all.”

He was slurring a little. Had he hit his head?

“I got home a bit ago. Called Doctor Skirth, but she didn’t answer. Been kinda woozy too. Maybe I’m gettin’ sick, I dunno.”

HIS SYMBIOTE HAS NOT REVEALED ITSELF YET, your alien commented. IT MUST BE SEEKING NOURISHMENT, TRYING TO HEAL FROM THE HARM THE LIFE FOUNDATION INFLICTED.

“But where…where are you at?” Eddie asked, still sounding almost drunk. “You’re not home, but you gotta be safe if you’re calling.”

You were about to answer when you heard the phone clatter onto some surface.

“Eddie?” you ask. No response. You tried again, but still no response. You could hear some rustling and what you recognized as the freezer being opened.

AS I THOUGHT. LOOKING FOR FOOD SO IT CAN HEAL ITSELF. HANG UP–YOUR BROTHER WILL BE UNAVAILABLE FOR QUITE SOME TIME.

Reluctantly, you followed the symbiote’s advice. Glancing out at the horizon, you noticed that the sky was getting lighter. Morning was probably only an hour away and you were beginning to feel the exhaustion of staying up as well as running all the way here.

It was time to go home.

You thanked your Uber driver as you stepped out from her car, suppressing a yawn as you climbed the steps to your apartment complex. Your symbiote had been fairly quiet throughout the drive, occasionally asking a question about the people and shops outside the window and you had tiredly tried to satisfy her curiosity. Now as you came to your door, you braced yourself for some kind of destruction on the other side. Your symbiote’s genetic memories had been full of violent scenes of her kind on the hunt and you didn’t know what to expect.

It turned out to be not nearly as bad as you’d feared: the fridge and freezer both stood open and a bag’s worth of half-defrosted tater tots were scattered near the kitchen island. There was no sign of your brother until you peered into the bathroom.

You weren’t sure what to make of his situation: he was passed out in the bathtub, toothpaste foam smeared on his bottom lip and the fallen shower curtain draped over his shoulders.

I’D SAY THIS IS A FAIRLY OKAY WAY FOR THINGS TO HAVE TURNED OUT, your symbiote commented with a mental chuckle. NO PILE OF BODIES OR PILE OF HEADS.

You rolled your eyes good-naturedly, trying not to imagine the gruesome scene as you stepped forward, reaching out your hand to shake your fool of a little brother awake.

It happened so fast you almost missed it: a black tentacle shot out from Eddie’s body, aimed straight for your head. Just as swiftly, you felt control of your body wrenched away from you, jerking your arm forward to catch the goopy tendril before it could connect.

“MINE.”

Well, it was definitely a symbiote’s voice, but this one was masculine-sounding and carried a far more predatory snarl. Yours sounded more…well, not necessarily human, but certainly more articulate.

YOURS, your symbiote agreed. NEST-MATE OF MINE. NO THREAT.

Her words seemed to calm the black alien down because the tentacle retreated and Eddie slumped further down in the tub, letting out a sleepy grunt.

WE MUST LEAVE THEM FOR NOW, your symbiote warned. YOUR BROTHER’S SYMBIOTE IS RECOVERING, BUT STILL WEAK ENOUGH TO BE IN HIS PRIMAL STATE. WE WON’T BE ABLE TO COMMUNICATE WITH THEM PROPERLY UNTIL HE FEEDS AGAIN. YOU ALSO NEED TO REST–I CAN PROVIDE YOU WITH STRENGTH BUT NOT ENERGY AND YOU ARE DANGEROUSLY LOW ON THAT FOR SUPPORTING US BOTH.

You couldn’t disagree. While the shock of the black symbiote lashing out had jolted you into alertness for a short time, you were already feeling the exhaustion returning.

Promise you’ll wake me if you hear Eddie get up, you thought, meandering towards the bedroom.

IF YOU’RE RESTED ENOUGH…I PROMISE.

#ask #request #venom movie #venom symbiote #unnamed symbiote #reader #reader is eddie's big sister #fanfic #fanfic post #fic request

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Scrambled Thoughts

hey how does bein’, like. exited about a thing, but coherently, work? ‘cos like. P5S was announced, and it’s not what some people necessarily wanted or expected, but. I think it’ll be good? in ways those same disappointed folks might enjoy, but aren’t necessarily considering? man where do I even start with this

(long)

so way back in the day, when the Wii U was still relevant, Koei Tecmo came out with Hyrule Warriors basically outta nowhere. now, I never played any warriors games and I think my first zelda was Twilight Princess? Skyward Sword? spent plenty of time watching my brother play them titles and consider majora’s mask one of the greatest games of all time, but I ain’t never touched ‘em, and because I already experienced them vicariously, ain’t ever likely to. but I was big on diablo, on that experience of mowing down hordes of enemies with a big overpowered hero, so I was like, yeah, sure I’ll keep an eye out

(maybe  I was able to latch onto Hyrule Warriors because I was more invested in the characters and story than the gameplay? I don’t know how zelda fans recieved it; I wasn’t as deep in The ‘Net as I am now. doesn’t matter.)

turns out just about everything in that game is great. the long-term gameplay isn’t anything to write home about; it’s all level grinding and weapons farming, but like it’s not necessarily a game for that. it’s a buncha dumb fun! hit things with big flashy attacks! watch actual dozens of bodies ragdoll off into the distance! play as your favorite heroes and and villains and then also some npcs we added for the hell of it!

That, see, is what I remember about Hyrule Warriors. the whole draw of the game, what I love about it, is the warriors and their weapons and their fighting style and fighting with style. like, each character can have multiple weapons, and each weapon is its own moveset-- relatively simple, but still pretty involved, and built around slaughtering a buncha dudes really flashily. and it just-- they went through like every zelda game, and went like, who’s important and how do they fight, and then they made them ALL fun to play as

there are forty two fighting styles to choose from and none of them are bad

actually no that’s a lie; the dominion rod, the summon gates, and agitha’s parasols are bad. maybe also the great fairy and sometimes the wind waker? and I never unlocked all the toon-era weaponry, but it doesn’t matter because there are like thirty-five other ways to play That Are All Fun

that’s the first thing. the second thing, which you may have noticed from the list of weapons I don’t much care for, is that some of these weapons get way dumb. like agitha’s parasols. you remember agitha, right? from twilight princess? the incidental, out-of-the-way npc with the completely optional sidequest to find extremely rare bugs? the character that hangs out at home all day and does not interact with any character outside of link? yeah lets make her a playable character in a game where you literally beat up entire armies, she can hit people with a shitty umbrella and also summon bugs, like a giant beetle to crush people with or a giant butterfly to ride on and dive-bomb, that makes sense lol

and the thing is! I think that’s great! it’s legitimately hilarious! and she’s viable!!! I don’t like her fighting style; she’s short range with long recovery times and her special mode relies on getting enemies airborne to actually hit anything with-- but she’s not unusable, her inclusion is a joke but she’s not a joke character, y’know?

and then they went ahead and did that with like every character and every weapon in the zelda series. like Impa, you know Impa, right? protector of the royal line, shows up in Ocarina of Time to teach you a lullaby, never actually displays any combat skills on screen? let’s give her one-a them slab-of-metal ultragreatswords, that seems reasonable. sheik plays a harp and is mysterious, let’s turn them into a ninja with kunai and shit and also a magic harp which does magic based on the songs from OoT that they teach you. how ‘bout Fi, the ghost inside the master sword that exists primarily to interrupt you with unskippable dialogue? well, she can turn into a sword, sure, but her main form of attack is interpretative dance, you know, like she does when you beat a temple. or the king of hyrule, who is a boat! very aggressively. hey why don’t we turn volvagia into a dude with a spear who can just turn back into a dragon while we’re at it

and that’s not even touching link, who has:

sword (obvious)

horse (obvious)

fire rod (flamethrower, giant laser, and most powerfully, axe)

great fairy (carries link in a bottle)

spinner (niche late-game mobility tool from Twilight Princess; 3rd best weapon in Warriors)

and gauntlets (support item that lets you carry heavy things throughout the series; 2nd best weapon in Warriors)

(the best weapon is ganon’s dual greatswords, but that’s aside the point)

and as though that wasn’t enough, they invented Link But A Girl so they could include the iron boots, which makes sense, and, fuckin’, dual crossbows.

you know, crossbows? link’s iconic weapon? that he uses exactly once?? in the game link’s crossbow training??? a throwaway motion-control-centric game for the wii???????

now. everyone is different. so I feel the need to clarify.

all of that? that’s praise. that’s adoration. this game is a love-letter to the zelda series, all of the zelda series, no matter how ridiculous, because it’s ridiculous. I love that, I aspire to that! to that dedication, that passion for a thing, the ability to take a joke and make it real, to make you forget it’s a joke because of how good it is. like when they announced pirahna plant for smash brothers, and then made him good? that emotion, informing the design of an entire game. let me stick this flail in the ground, and then use it to swing the entire earth around to hit you with, and then also, incidentally, because Link’s Awakening existed, because we can, the flail is a chain chomp!!

VIDEOGAMES!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*breathe in*

*breathe out*

and then I think

the people that made that

are doing one with persona

and people have the gall to be disappointed?

like, no, okay, I know, that’s too harsh. I know this isn’t what everyone wanted. I know some feel lied to and betrayed, and my inability to relate to that means y’all might not relate to this. and I know the excitement I feel now is the same as the excitement y’all felt before y’all got let down. I know that.

and yet...

if these guys can pull 42 different combat styles outta the legend of zelda series, from people without even theoretical combat experience, and then you give them the cast of persona 5?

like yakuza man, who's in the yakuza? or guns child, who dual-wields guns? or the doctor, who plausibly has needles and scalpels and doctor-y stuff? or the already extremely anime shogi player, who, fuck it, let’s turn her into a summoner archetype, run people down with cavalry an’ shit! or the fortune teller, she reads tarot, let’s arbitrarily give her tarot-based powers, drop The Tower on some hapless goons, doesn’t gotta make sense if it’s fun!!

VIDEOGAMES!!!

but maybe that’s unreasonable.

I dunno how much creative control nintendo exerted over hyrule warriors, I dunno how much atlus is gonna exert over P5S. maybe they want a more serious experience, maybe chihaya won’t be playable. chihaya being playable doesn’t make sense, and I know that, that’s fine

but even then

I also think

persona 4 arena had the 4 in it

but they still had dudes from 3

so

you know

we’ll see.

#VIDEOGAMES #long post #blatant speculation #persona 5 #p5s #basically: I am excited and hopeful #but I know that might be unfounded #and my hope and excitement do not negate whatever you're feelin' #but I also hope you can overcome frustration at what this isn't #and take it for what it may be and will be #even if what it ends up being is Not Great #also worth pointing out: #this doesn't preclude P5 onna switch #(it could be a means to gauge the profitability of a p5 switch release #''do enough switch users care enough about a spinoff to drop the full thing?'' #but I dunno if that's how people in business think)

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Almost: Chapter 5 (Liam x MC)

DISCLAIMER:  All characters belong to Pixelberry Studios, except characters unique to my story.  Those belong to me. ;)

PAIRINGS:  Liam x Riley (MC)

SUMMARY:  Riley Lawson didn’t believe in second chances, until one night a face from her past makes a shocking reappearance in her life.

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7/19/18 - Chapter 5 is here lovelies. <3 Thank you for your patience.  I’ve been out of work with a very bad upper respiratory infection.  I think it’s viral, and I have to let it run its course.  My son and hubs are much better, but I’m still left with an awful cough.  :(  At least I’ve had more time to write.  Silver linings, I suppose. lol.  

Chapter 6 will be out in two hours! Let me know how you like it and thank you as always for your support and sweet words. <3 You all are amazing!

Chapter 5

Riley couldn’t help but shriek as she realized what was happening.  Someone had the burly man that was harassing her firmly planted against the counter at the bar, and she wasn’t certain where he came from or how he had managed to catch her harasser by surprise.  On one hand, she was very grateful to the kind stranger who had been the only person in a sea of people to do the decent thing and stop the guy from bothering her.  On the other, she wanted to pull her savior off of the man and tell him that it wasn’t worth the trouble.  The drunk man was much larger than her rescuer and she imagined that once he was able to escape his grasp, he would be none too pleased.  The last thing she wanted was for this guy to end up with a black eye or much worse because he had tried to defend her.  It looked as if the drunkard could have easily overpowered the man if he really wanted to.  His sheer size alone gave him the upper hand, but for whatever reason, her rescuer was standing firm and holding the drunk securely against the bar.  She looked around to see if any bouncers or security guards were headed in their direction to hopefully kick her harasser out of the club.  Unfortunately, there was no one even remotely headed in their direction.  However, a small crowd had formed around them, all eager to see what was going to happen.  Her eyes turned back to the bar, the drunkard was struggling to break out of her savior’s grasp, but he wasn’t making any real progress in escaping, and he was getting angrier by the second.  

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” The burly man yelled, trying to take a swing at her rescuer.

“Teaching you some manners,” her savior uttered, fighting to keep the man down.  

Riley felt all of the air leave her body all at once.  She knew that voice.  Suddenly, realization began to dawn on her.  It was Liam.  She stumbled back a bit, leaning against a bar stool for support.  Even laced with anger and there being eight years since she had last heard it, she would be able to recognize his voice anywhere.  It couldn’t be anyone but him.  Riley’s mouth gaped open as she took in his features from the side.  He wasn’t wearing the same clothing as he had worn at the bar.  She had figured that had a lot to do with what she had done to him back there.  He wasn’t wearing the bar t-shirt either.  He must have stopped off along the way to change clothes before heading to the club.  She swallowed thickly.  She couldn’t let Liam get hurt.  Liam was anything but a fighter.  If the man broke out of his grasp, one punch would be all it took to knock Liam on his ass.  She was fairly certain that his fiancé would not appreciate her future husband with a black eye or fat lip right before they were slated to get married.  The nerves she had felt back when she first entered the club returned.  She suddenly didn’t know what to do.

“Please, someone!” She started to yell hysterically.  “Find security!  A manager! Anybody!” Her voice wavered as she watched as the drunkard start to flail under Liam’s hold.  Riley’s fears, it appeared, were baseless.  Liam had the situation completely under control, and she couldn’t figure out how.  He was barely breaking a sweat, despite the man being so much larger and bulkier than he was.  He clearly had no problem holding his own against him.  He forcefully slammed the man back down against the bar, further securing his grasp across the man’s neck.  She flinched at the sudden banging noise.  Liam had thrown him so hard, drinks that had been lined up on the opposite end rattled.

“The lady would like you to leave her alone,” he narrowed his eyes at the man darkly.  “I’ve been watching the exchange since you first stopped her, and she’s made it clear not once . . . not twice . . .” she heard his voice grow louder and more intimidating as his face came closer and closer to the drunkard’s face.  “But three times.”

Riley saw the man recoil under Liam’s intimidating gaze.

“A proper gentleman would have backed off after the first time.  She said she wasn’t interested.  The meaning was quite clear.”

“Well maybe it wasn’t clear,” the man countered as he pushed against Liam once more, struggling to get out of his grasp, but Liam did not relent.  He merely adjusted himself so that he was angled to have more control over the man’s upper body.

“Then you’re an imbecile,” Liam said pointedly, his gaze never leaving the man’s face.  

Riley felt a sense of dread wash over her.  Despite Liam’s calm and collected demeanor, she knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold onto the man for much longer.  Why wasn’t anyone coming to help him?  Where on earth were all the security guards?  There were at least half a dozen very intimidating guys stationed outside.  Why wasn’t anyone in here?  Where was Drake?  Surely he’d be able to put a stop to all of this.  She tried her best to look for him, but the crowd that surrounded them was getting larger.  She could barely see past them, the other bar was completely out of sight.  Why wasn’t anyone stepping in to help?

“It’s my night off . . .I was just trying to have a little fun is all,” the man rambled as he continued to flail around under Liam’s grasp.

“Not with her,” Liam fumed.

“Look I know she said she was with somebody, but a lot of sluts say that,” he stammered.  “I didn’t know that she was with some psychopath, all right?  So she’s yours.  I get it.  I’ll back off.”   The drunk was starting to backpedal.  He clearly hadn’t anticipated that Liam meant business and had no intention of allowing the man to harass her any further tonight.  Riley’s anxiety started to wane a bit.  Surely that was all that Liam needed to hear to let the man go.  She noticed that Liam didn’t say anything in response.  His face remained frozen in anger as he continued to hold the man firmly in place, not loosening his grip at all.  

“Are you going to let me go?” The man asked, his voice cracking a little.  Liam’s grip on his neck seemed to tighten instead.

“Apologize,” he said simply.

“What?” The man’s eyes widened as he started to gasp a bit.

“You owe the lady an apology,” he said quietly, but sternly.

“I ain’t apologizing to this slut who dressed like she was asking for it,” the guy muttered.  “You should check what your girl wears before she leaves the house,” the man snorted.

Riley couldn’t understand if the man was dumb or intentionally trying to get a rise out of Liam.  Whatever it was, he wasn’t doing himself any favors.  If anything, him running his mouth was making the situation far worse.   She studied Liam’s face carefully.  He was livid – the way his eyebrows pulled in closely to the center of his forehead and the thin line that graced his lips were a clear enough indication that this wasn’t over.  He wasn’t going to let him go until the man had indeed apologized to her.  The man, on the other hand, did not seem like he planned on giving in.  Riley was certain that nothing would ever lead him to believe that he did anything wrong at all.  Guys like that rarely do.   She’d seen in time and time again back at the bar, so much so that she had gotten accustomed to it.  It wasn’t worth trying to educate him about his inappropriate behavior.  It wouldn’t make a difference.  In fact, if anything, it would probably rile him up even more.  Already, he seemed to be getting angrier by the second, and that anger was sobering him up.  Riley started to worry that if the man got just sober enough, he could easily break through Liam��s grasp and give Liam a terrible beating.

“Liam, it’s not worth it,” she said softly, her hand grazing his shoulder lightly.

For a split second, he turned away from the burly man, allowing their eyes to meet.  For the first time in eight years, she felt the same electric shock sensation course through her body.  She pulled her hand away from him quickly, pursing her lips.  He inhaled, pulling his gaze away from her with some difficulty, before turning back to the man.  “No,” he said firmly.  “He owes you an apology.”  

Riley could feel her eyes begin to water as she started to become even more concerned than before.  She was worried for Liam.  She was worried about the entire situation.  What if this guy decided to press charges?  How could this have spiraled downward so quickly?  She should never have walked through those doors tonight.  Had she stayed home and let the past stay where it belonged, none of this would have happened.  Just as she was about to implore one of the bystanders to get a bouncer, Drake came rushing through the crowd, pushing his way through until he was right next to Liam.  Riley felt a sense of relief as she looked into Drake’s eyes.  Surely he’d be able to talk Liam down and get the situation back under control.  

“Is there a problem here?” Drake said calmly.  His eyes drifted from Riley to Liam to the man who was still firmly planted against the bar.  When Liam didn’t answer, he grabbed Liam by the shoulder, shaking him lightly.  “Liam?  You good?” He asked in concern.

“Everything is fine,” he said shortly.  “I was just having a nice chat with this gentleman here.”

Drake swallowed thickly.  “Hey man, it looks like you were doing more than just chatting,” Drake said, looking at the man’s pained expression on his face.

“It seems that this is the only way to get him to listen,” Liam seethed out.  “Riley asked him to leave her alone . . . several times . . . it seems like he couldn’t grasp the concept,” he said, his eyes darkly shooting a death glare at the man below him.  “I’m still not quite sure he understands.”

“I understand!” He gasped out.  The man turned to Drake with a pleading look on his face.  “Your crazy ass friend won’t let me go.”

“You haven’t apologized yet,” Liam reiterated.

Drake ran his hands worriedly through his hair.  “Liam, why don’t you let him go?”

“He had his hands all over Riley,” he spat out.

Drake’s eyes shifted over to her.  She was still leaning against the bar stool.  She was still in shock.   She hadn’t realized it, but she had been cradling her arm gently.  She removed her other hand, and it was then that she saw it.  Red marks were strewn across her shoulder down to her forearm.  The man’s handprints left clear red marks from where he had gripped her so tightly.   “Lawson, you okay?” Drake asked in concern.  When she hesitated, Drake turned his attention back to the man.  “You did that to her?”

The man’s eyes opened a bit wider in a panic.  He clearly hadn’t realized that his grip had hurt her.  Riley started to wonder if she would have two angry guys to calm down instead of just Liam.  

“I didn’t mean nothing . . . “ the drunk stammered.

Liam’s eyes flitted back to Riley, his gaze shifted to her arm.  His eyes scanned over the darkening red marks.  She could see Liam’s temper rise as his eyes darkened.

She shook her head, trying to assure them that she was fine.  “I’m okay,” she said, wanting to diffuse the situation as quickly as possible.  Her shoulder hurt like hell.  There would definitely be bruises tomorrow, and she’d be in a lot of pain, but she wasn’t going to let it show.  It would just make Liam angrier and she knew that at the rate things were going, the situation would only escalate if she made a big deal about her arm.  “Please, just let him go,” she said quietly.  “I’m okay . . . I promise,” she said, trying to reason with Liam.  “I don’t need an apology.”

“And what if he does this to another woman this evening?  What if that woman isn’t as fortunate to have someone intervene as I had?”  

“I’ve already called the bouncers over, Liam.  This guy is out of here regardless . . . apology or not,” Drake interrupted.  “Think about the implications of getting photographed, Liam.  Think about what that would mean back home,” Drake said quietly.

Riley turned her gaze to Drake, her eyes asking him what the heck he was talking about.  Why would someone bother photographing this bar brawl?  It’s not like he was anyone spectacular . . . or was he?  She started to analyze the scene before her.  She noticed Liam’s grip on the man loosen considerably with Drake’s words.  Riley raised an eyebrow in curiosity, but filed it away as a question for later when things weren’t so tense.

He released the man from his grasp, throwing him back into the bar.  “Perhaps it would be best if we depart as well,” Liam murmured.  “This isn’t the company I’d like to keep tonight,” he said angrily taking a few steps back from the bar.

Drake’s eyes wandered as the crowd seemed to split before them.  Two large men made their way toward the bar, grasping either side of the man that had been harassing Riley.  They pulled him to his feet as they started to escort him along with his group of friends out of the nightclub.  She couldn’t help but snort.  Now they show up, she mused to herself.  All the hard work was done.  Where were they when he was grabbing at her arm?  She sighed, trying to put it out of her mind.  Liam had stepped in and that was all that mattered.  He’d saved her.

“Alright . . . now that they’re taking the garbage out, I’ll go find the others, then we can get out of here,” he eyes wandered between the two of them.  Liam was trying to compose himself at the bar and Riley was still a bit shaken from everything that had happened.  “Liam . . . we’ll meet you outside, okay?” His eyes wandered to Riley, but she couldn’t meet his gaze.  She was still taking everything that had happened in.  This had definitely not been the night she had expected.  Then again, she wasn’t really certain what she had expected to happen.  “Lawson . . . hope to see you around . . .” Drake trailed off before heading out toward the dance floor to find the other two guys.

The crowd around them eventually began to disperse.  She was so happy that it was all over.  She exhaled a long sigh of relief, and steadied herself against the bar.  At least she wouldn’t have to worry about that guy again, and thankfully Liam had come out of it unscathed.  What a night this had been.  She couldn’t really fathom that all of this was really happening.  From the moment she laid eyes on him back at the bar she felt as if she had suddenly lost control of her life.  

“Are you all right?” He asked suddenly, pulling her from her thoughts.  His gaze was still a bit dark, and she could see that he was still struggling to control his temper.

“Y-yes,” she said softly, her head bobbing up and down quickly.  “Thank you,” she murmured.  “I’m not sure what would have happened if you hadn’t have stepped in,” she said honestly.  She still felt a bit shaken from everything that had happened.  She could feel whatever buzz was in her system waning as her body tried its best to calm itself.  The truth was, as much as she wanted to come across as a badass, independent woman who could easily take care of herself, tonight had scared her.  She honestly didn’t know what would have happened if Liam hadn’t have stepped in.  The marks alone on her forearm were a clear indication that he had no care about hurting her.  She could only imagine what he would done to her had he managed to get her alone.

“Are you okay?” She asked, taking a long, hard look at him.  It looked as if he were trying to catch his breath.  He was inhaling and exhaling rapidly, his chest heaving up and down.  He still looked so angry despite the man and his friends having been escorted out of the club.  She studied him for a moment, noticing his broad shoulders and muscular arms.  That was definitely something different from the last time she had seen him.  He had been a bit tall and lanky back then, and she never would have thought him as the muscular type.  Now he looked as if he were someone to hit the gym several times a week.  It wasn’t something that she had expected.  He had always been rather studious back in Germany.  He had always been a bit impulsive, at least back then, and she supposed that hadn’t changed considering his actions tonight.  But a bar brawl?  That was definitely not something she had ever imagined he’d jump into willingly.  

“I will be,” he sighed, pulling himself away from the bar.  

They stood there for what seemed like hours, when in reality, she knew it was only a few minutes.  The silence lingered between them painfully.  Now that the adrenaline was leaving her system, it was being replaced by the nerves she had felt when she first walked into the club.  What was she supposed to say to him?  It wasn’t like she was going to be able to just shoot the breeze after everything that had happened.  What was she supposed to say?  ‘Hey, how are you doing?  So what have you been up to the last eight years?  Oh and by the way, why did you rip my heart out when you left without saying goodbye when you left me?’  Yeah, that would go over real well.  She sighed to herself , regretting everything that had happened tonight.  The universe was screwing with her again.  If she were being honest with herself, it had been screwing with her from the moment Daniel had asked her to cover his shift.  That’s what started this entire mess.  Maybe she should walk away . . . things were way too awkward and way too tense.  Even if she mustered up the courage to confront him about Germany, who knew if he’d even give her the answers she was looking for.  Nope.  She could not deal with any more problems tonight.  She decided to just walk away, put tonight behind her, and move on with her life.

Before she had an opportunity to pull herself away, she noticed Liam’s eyes wander off to the distance.  She turned to look where his gaze had shifted.  A slender woman with dark hair and chic eyeglasses was marching in their direction, and she could see his body straighten as if he were ready to engage in another fight.  The woman’s gaze was firmly rooted on Liam.  Riley couldn’t help but slink back against the bar as the woman approached them.  It occurred to her then that this quite possibly could be Liam’s fiancé.  She was pretty enough, and she certainly dressed the part.  Her bodycon dress clung to her body accentuating her finer assets.  She looked like a supermodel.  Of course he’d get married to someone like her.  She was stunning.  But why would she be at his bachelor party?  She bit her lip, wishing herself invisible.  She definitely should have come here tonight.

The woman approached Liam immediately with her arm outstretched, brushing past Riley, ignoring her completely.  “Sir, let me be the first to apologize for what happened here tonight,” her eyes centered on Liam.  He swallowed thickly as he smoothed out the shirt he was wearing, a stern look plastered on his face.  He didn’t move to take her hand at all.  “We’d like to offer to comp your drinks for this evening.”

Riley suddenly realized that this wasn’t Liam’s fiancé; she was a representative from the club, maybe some sort of upper level manager.  Her interest suddenly grew.  Why on earth would they send this woman down here to apologize over a bar brawl?  She knew Kismet was high end, but this seemed a bit much.  Wasn’t this sort of thing expected when you mix horny guys and alcohol?  That’s what bouncers were for.  You have them do the dirty work.  Nightclub managers don’t get involved in these sorts of things, and this couldn’t have been the first bar fight in this club.  Riley doubted they went to these sorts of extremes every single time a fight happened.  

“Yes, well, I appreciate the apology.  But to be frank, I’d like to know where exactly your security team was when all of this occurred,” he sighed warily.  “I’m quite certain that a location like this is likely flooded with cameras.  Couldn’t they see that someone was in desperate need of assistance?”

The woman nodded emphatically, a look of understanding gracing her face.  She still hadn’t paid any attention to Riley, not that she minded.  She just found it peculiar that she was so apologetic to Liam when it was Riley who had gotten accosted.  She didn’t want or need an apology, but she couldn’t’ help but wonder why the woman was so focused on appeasing Liam.  

“We’re so sorry for the trouble, sir,” she reiterated.  “We do have a top of the line security system as well as an exceptionally trained staff.  I assure you, they are trained to identify risky situations.  However, as is the nature of our business, it is often hard to determine if certain advances are considered unwanted or a part of a flirtatious exchange,” she tried to explain.  “Many people do come to nightclubs in the hopes of meeting someone,” she reasoned.

“It was unwanted.  Trust me.  I have the marks on my arm to prove it.”  Riley couldn’t help but interrupt the woman.  She wasn’t going to allow this woman to suggest that perhaps Riley had been an eager and willing participant in the exchange at the bar.

The woman turned to her finally, acknowledging her with a fake smile.  “Is this your fiancé?” she asked, looking Riley up and down quickly.  She disregarded everything Riley just said, once again turning her attention right back to Liam.

“No,” he said tersely.

“I see,” she cleared her throat, her eyes once again giving Riley a once over.  “Well, we hope that your bachelor party wasn’t soured by the experience . . . surely you’ll stay with your friends just a while longer?  Perhaps take some photographs around the club?  We’d love if you could share them on social media,” she said hopefully.  “It’s always lovely to see our high-profile guests sharing their fun experiences online,” she added in.

Riley once again looked at the woman curiously.  High profile?  Liam?  Perhaps her assumptions had been right.  She always knew he was destined to do great things.  Back in Germany, he had been the top of the program, before he had left at least.  He was probably some big shot business guy overseas . . . or maybe he was some sort of foreign ambassador.  He always talked about how politics ran in his family.  The wheels inside of Riley’s head began to turn quickly.  Who exactly was he nowadays?  He was so different, yet at the same time, there was still so much about him that seemed so familiar.  She couldn’t put her finger on it, but there was one thing she was fairly certain of – Liam was definitely someone pretty important.

“We really should be leaving,” Liam said curtly.  “Unfortunately, the experience did sour the evening’s events,” he said disdainfully.  “Perhaps you should retrain your staff and emphasize that every situation should be investigated,” he threw back at her in a condescending tone.

The woman seemed to flush a bit at his tone, but tried her best not to show it.  She swallowed slowly, nodding.    “We thank you for your patronage, sir.  We assure you, this matter will be brought up with the owner, and we’ll be sure to take your suggestion and implement a more full-proof plan to ensure that this sort of thing doesn’t happen in the future.”

“It’s appreciated,” he responded.  “Now if you’ll excuse me, we really must be going,” he said.  

The woman nodded once more before excusing herself and ambling toward another part of the club to chat with some other patrons.

Without so much as another word, Liam pulled away from the bar and started to head toward the front of the club.  He walked in the same direction that Drake had headed to earlier in search of the other two guys.  Riley let out a long breath.  This night had been so surreal.  She was fairly certain that she had experienced every single emotion imaginable tonight, and she wasn’t quite sure how she should feel about any of this.  She had come here tonight for answers.  Answers she wasn’t so sure she wanted now.  It didn’t matter anyway; that opportunity was gone.  He’d left her.  Again.  He clearly had no intention to stick around and talk to her.  He stalked off without so much as a glance back.  She stood at the bar awkwardly watching him walk away.  She couldn’t help but snort.  At least she had seen it coming this time.  She supposed she shouldn’t have expected much.  She had pretty much ruined his bachelor party . . . twice now.  First by dousing him with water back at the bar, then again by getting him front and center in a bar brawl.  It was a wonder he hadn’t scampered away with Drake earlier.  She supposed this was all the closure she would ever get.

She was still staring at his back as he pushed his way through the crowd.  She didn’t know why she insisted on torturing herself by watching him.  It wouldn’t change anything.  She forced herself to look away, shaking her head.  She couldn’t do this to herself again.  She pushed herself up and away from the bar, heading toward the bathroom.  She wanted to clean herself up a bit and inspect her arm.

When she looked at herself in the mirror, she wasn’t surprised to see that her appearance was just as disheveled as she had felt.  Her hair was a bit frizzy and her makeup was beginning to run from all the perspiration on her face.  She took a look at her arm, and the red marks she had seen earlier looked a lot worse under the harsh fluorescent lighting of the bathroom.  They’d definitely be bruises tomorrow, and she wondered how she would explain it to everyone at work . . . if she still had a job.  She sighed.  Tonight had been one giant clusterfuck of chaos.  For a moment, she allowed her mind to wander back to Liam.  For a brief second she wished it had been someone else who had stepped in to help her with that guy.  Then maybe her head and heart wouldn’t be so muddled with mixed emotions.  She mentally kicked herself.  She needed a reality check.  She was fawning after a guy that without a second thought abandoned her without a single word.  And he did it again tonight.  If that didn’t show her his true colors, she didn’t know what would.  Her nerves and anxiety suddenly turned into outright indignation.  She was not going to spend another minute thinking about Liam Rys.  Nope.  Not today.  Not tomorrow.  And definitely not eight years from now.  She was completely and utterly done.

She quickly tried to pull herself together, touching up her make up as best she could and flattening her hair down.  She just needed to make it home, and all would be right in the world again.  As she walked out of the bathroom, still a bit lost in her thoughts, she felt a hand gently touch her shoulder.

“Riley,” a voice rasped softly.

She nearly jumped out of her skin.  “Jesus Christ,” she yelled, her hand flying to her chest.  Her eyes shifted upward, her body relaxing a bit when she realized it was Liam.  But she had seen him leave?  He walked away from her and everything.  She tried to push the look of surprise off of her face and compose herself.  “You scared the crap out of me,” she scolded him.  

“I could say the same for you,” he countered, his eyes widening.  “I turned around and you were gone,” he said simply.

“You left,” she said.  She narrowed her eyes in frustration.  “Again, I might add,” she said a bit angrily.

He cringed.  “I thought you were following behind me,” he explained.  “I just assumed you were walking out after me.”

“And why would you assume that?” She frowned.  “You could barely look me in the eye back there,” she motioned toward the bar.  “I figured you just wanted to get away from me.  That’s why you stalked off so fast,” she reasoned.

“That wasn’t it at all,” he offered.  “Did you really think I’d leave you alone in this club after what happened?”  His eyebrows furrowed in confusion.  “Be logical, Riley.  I hardly think it’s safe for you to stick around here or go out there by yourself,” he reasoned.  “We wouldn’t want your friend making a repeat appearance on your way out later this evening,” he explained.

She didn’t want to tell him what she really thought.  Of course she wouldn’t put it past him to leave her when she needed him most.  He did it once before.  What was so different about now?  She eyed him warily.  “I just figured you were eager to get back to your bachelor party,” she shrugged.

“I needed to make sure you were all right first,” he said softly, his eyes finally meeting hers.  “I wouldn’t want you to run into that guy again when you’re all by yourself.  I was hoping to at least walk you to a cab,” he explained.

She nodded a bit.  He made a lot of sense.  Damn him for being so darn chivalrous.  “You’re right,” she said instead.  “I guess it isn’t the smartest idea to wander around the area by myself just in case they did stick around,” she reasoned.  She couldn’t help but feel a few butterflies floating around her stomach when she thought about Liam worrying about her safety, but quickly brushed it aside.  Liam was doing the gentlemanly thing.  He just wanted to make sure she got out of here safely.  Any guy would do the same thing.  That was the only reason he had come back for her.  He was just being a normal, decent human being.  Then why did it feel like it was so much more than that?  She chided herself again.  He’s getting married, she reminded herself.  

He motioned for her to walk in front of him, and she stepped forward keeping a small distance between them – a distance he soon closed.  His hand grazed her back lightly as he maneuvered her through the crowded club.  He had barely touched her, but the electric shock that ran up her spine was enough to cause tingles to explode all throughout her body.  She bit her lip trying to capture the sigh that wanted to escape her lips.  She was done for.  No matter how mad she was at him and how much he had hurt her, she couldn’t deny the fact that she was still very much attracted to Liam Rys, and she couldn’t help but think that much like her study abroad program eight years ago had changed her life back then, walking out of this nightclub with Liam Rys was going to change her life once more.

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[coldphoenix]

Skinny Dipping

Author’s Note:-

So I said I would do a request for my friend @littlepuku… she gave me a prompt list, and I picked one for Aspen and Nodin. But uh… I got a little carried away with the idea, so I included two followup sketches with Viola and Bassoon as well XD I hope that’s okay lol. Enjoy! Aspen, Nodin and Bassoon belong to @littlepuku.

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Giggle. Squeal! “Ssh! You’ll wake the kids…” “Sorry…” Nodin but her lip, trying to contain her excitement as she followed her husband into the water. They were on a family camping trip. Everybody had gone to bed, Aspen and Nodin included. But Nodin couldn’t sleep, so she’d gone outside to look at the stars… and she must have woken Aspen, because not long after he joined her. Then Nodin had noticed how pretty the lake looked under the moonlight… and Aspen had suggested they go for a swim. So now, with a burning blush upon her cheeks, Nodin watched Aspen step into the water, using his tail as a guide. “Oh! It’s cold.” Aspen commented. He didn’t mind much, though. He liked this idea. He submerged himself in the water, and spiralled away from land, towards the centre of the moonlit lake. “Hey!” Nodin whispered harshly from the lakeside; he could just about hear her. “Wait for me!”

She didn’t want to yell too loud, in case she woke their children. But he was so far away! Couldn’t he sense it? It seemed like he didn’t care. Nodin dipped the tip of her tail into the water, and flinched at its coldness. It was a warm summer’s evening, but still the water wasn’t so warm… Nodin didn’t really like cold water. But… Aspen was waiting for her. That was more important! She bit her lip in excitement, and let out another small giggle. “I’m coming…” She squealed, and carefully lowered herself into the lake.

Aaaa… “Aspen…!” Nodin whispered, as loudly and as discreetly as she could. “It’s cold…” She made her way over to him; she could just about see his outline in the distance. He was floating on the water; he seemed so relaxed… it was nice. A small smile formed on Nodin’s face, and she felt a warmth in her heart. He seemed very peaceful…

She got closer to him; close enough to see his face. “Aspen…” Nodin’s smile brightened when he turned towards the sound of her voice, and offered a friendly grin. “It’s not too cold?” He questioned, moving into an upright position. “It’s okay…” Nodin swam closer to him, and caught his tail with her foot. She giggled as he wrapped his tail around her, and pulled her against him. “I can warm you up.” Aspen purred. “Giggle. Okay then!” Nodin felt her cheeks burning as he placed his arms around her, entangling his tail in hers. He planted a kiss on her cheek; he could feel her smile. It was… beautiful. “Nodin…” Aspen spoke softly against her, nuzzling his face against hers. He felt… so in love with her. It was so nice, being able to hold her… “I love you.” “I love you too…” Nodin whispered. She placed her lips on his, and they kissed for a long moment. She could feel his tail stroking hers, and his hands caressing her back… then they moved down. “Aspen!” Nodin broke away from the kiss, her cheeks turning bright purple. “Right here?” “Why not?” Aspen grinned. “Isn’t that why people do this sort of thing?” “I… I don’t know…” Nodin answered shyly. “Maybe…” “Well… so long as we’re quiet, and don’t wake the kids…” Aspen beamed. “What do you think?”

Nodin looked at him, and couldn’t help but giggle. The expression on his face… it was so bright and child-like; he looked so excited! It was cute. “Okay.” Nodin bit her lip, and nodded. “But… we have to be quiet.” “Mm.” Aspen moved his hand across his lips to zip them shut, causing Nodin to laugh.

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“Viola…?” Bassoon whispered as loudly as he could, whilst trying to stay quiet. “Come on… stop messing around!” He looked around the lake. He was nervous, and terrified of getting caught. He and Viola had snuck out after everyone had gone to bed… Viola thought it would be fun to go for a swim. It had kind of seemed like a fun idea to Bassoon as well, so he’d agreed to go… but Viola always had to take things too far, and she’s gone underwater and gone off swimming on her own. Bassoon didn’t see where she went, and now he was stuck out on the lake. He didn’t want to go back to the tent, because he didn’t want to leave her on her own out here… but he couldn’t call out for her either, in case he woke his parents and siblings. This was so annoying! “Viola…!” Bassoon whispered harshly, becoming more frustrated by the second. This wasn’t funny! “Come on, stop – aaa!” He clasped his hands over his mouth, to silence his own scream before he could wake anyone. He felt something… he really hoped it was her. There was something… touching his privates. His exposed privates… he knew he should have worn his swim shorts! Viola had said it would be fun to go naked, but this wasn’t fun for him! This was creepy! Was it a fish…? Ewwwww, if it was a fish he would cry! “V…” Bassoon spoke through his hands, his body trembling. This was horrible… “Vi… aaa…” It felt warm, and tight… uhhhhh, this was her, right…? It wasn’t a fish, or a frog… or a crocodile? Oh, no! What if it was a crocodile? What if it bit his thing off? “Aaaa!” Bassoon cried out in fright, desperately splashing away from the creature. He flailed at it, and felt the harsh thud of his foot diving into its skull. Then sudden a jolt of panic shot through Bassoon’s heart. That hadn’t felt like a crocodile… it hadn’t feel like a fish either… oops…

Splash! Just as he’d feared, Viola’s head popped out from under the water, and she set her eyes upon him. She looked annoyed… Aww… he felt bad now… “Bassoon, what the hell!” She barked. “Sorry!” Bassoon whimpered. “I thought you were a crocodile!” “What kind of crocodile gives a blowjob?” Viola argued. “If I was a crocodile I would have just bitten it off!” “I thought maybe it was tasting it first…” Bassoon felt his cheeks burning, as an overwhelming sense of embarrassment and guilt overcame him. He didn’t mean to hurt her… He hadn’t been thinking – it was instinct! “Sorry… I’ve never done this before. And – you were the one that left me!” He pouted. “I didn’t know what you were doing!” “Hmm…” Viola sighed, calming down. She looked at him, studying the guilty, ashamed, defensive expression upon his face… He had all sorts of emotions going on, and they were all bad ones. He was obviously upset… … Poor thing. She smirked slightly. “I was just trying to have fun.” She grinned. “Don’t be so uptight. And don’t freak out. If you’re in the lake with your girlfriend and you feel something sucking your dick, it’s probably your girlfriend.” “Uh… okay…” Bassoon mumbled sheepishly. Well yeah… that made more sense… When he thought about it… What else would do that…? “Unless it’s a leach fish.” “A – a what?” Bassoon yelped, his eyes widening. What the heck was that? “Yeah. They crawl up inside your dick to suck the blood.” Viola said. “And they dig their teeth right in. It’s impossible to remove them without just cutting the dick off.” “What!” Bassoon shrieked, and immediately clasped his hand over his mouth when he realised how loud he was. Crap! Did anybody hear that? But – aaaaaaaaa, was she being serious? This was a joke, right? She was joking, right? “Ssh! You’ll get us caught.” Viola whispered. She smirked again, and giggled. “But it doesn’t matter, does it? If we have to cut it off, you can regenerate.” “I still don’t want to go through it!” Bassoon cried, from behind his hands. “I’m getting out!”

He turned to swim back to the tent, when he heard Viola giggling, and felt something soft against his back. It was probably her boobs… Bassoon would blush, if he wasn’t so terrified. He just wanted to get out of here! This lake was dangerous! “Settle down…” Viola whispered, her breath tickling his ear as she spoke. Bassoon’s cheeks darkened slightly… it felt nice. She knew his ears were his weak spot…

He felt her arms wrap around him, and her hands slide down his chest, over his belly, towards his lower region. “They can’t get you if I’m in the way, right…?” “Uh…” Bassoon’s blush deepened, as he became increasingly aware of her hands on him. She was stroking him… “V-Viola… you were kidding, right…?” He whimpered. “There aren’t really fish like that in here…?” “I dunno, maybe.” Viola shrugged. She’d thought nothing of answering honestly, until she felt his entire body tense. “Vi…” Bassoon sobbed. “Really…?” “Don’t worry.” Viola giggled. “I’m sure there aren’t.” she planted a kiss behind his ear, and smirked when he shivered in response. He was a little excited; she could feel it in her hand. “But… just to be sure, how about I hide it…?” “Uh…” Bassoon swallowed, his antennae twitching. He didn’t know how to answer, because he honestly felt so conflicted. There were pros, and cons… but she took his silence as a yes, and Bassoon felt the soft squishiness of her boobs leave his back, and he heard the sound of her lowering herself underwater… then he felt a tight, wet warmth around him, and he bit his lip. Well… so long as she made a good seal… maybe for a little while… “Ah…” He closed his eyes, and soon forgot about the scary fish.

xxxxx

Kiss. Giggle. Nodin tried to keep her squeals quiet as she and Aspen made their way back to the shore, hand in hand. They’d done it in the water… it was so naughty! She felt like a newly wed, or like she was meeting up with her secret boyfriend! It was so exciting! “We should do this again sometime…” Aspen whispered. “What do you think?” He tapped her butt with his tail, causing her to giggle again. “Okay!” She whispered back. “But be quiet, the kids might hear –”

Suddenly, Nodin stopped dead in her tracks. They… weren’t alone. There were… witnesses. In the water, by the shore, naked from the waist up at least… there were Viola and Bassoon. Bassoon looked… mortified. “U-Uh…” he choked, his cheeks darkening and his body shaking. Oh, no! They’d been caught! “H-Hi…” Quick! He had to think of an excuse! His mind was racing. Had Nodin seen Viola’s boobs yet? Had Viola put them away? Oh, he hoped Viola had put them away… please don’t let her be naked… Bassoon glanced at Viola, and noticed that she was still unclothed, and making no attempt to cover herself. Dammit! Why? What was wrong with her? He looked back at his mother, and desperately threw out the first thing he could think of. “I… I was too warm – we – we were too warm in the tent.” Bassoon stammered. “S-So we… we just decided to swim naked. To… to cool off.” “Mm?” Aspen hummed, turning his head towards the sound of Bassoon’s voice. “Is that Bassoon?” “Y-Yeah…” Nodin nodded, a deep blush forming on her face. “And Viola… um…” She let go of Aspen’s hand and looked at Bassoon sheepishly, not seeming to realise what they’d been up to. She was too concerned with hiding her own activities… “We – we wanted to cool off as well.” Nodin said. “And… I wanted to see if there were water lilies, and I wanted to view the forest from the lake…” She hurriedly thought up a couple of excuses, hoping at least one of them sounded plausible. This was so embarrassing… “Oh…” Bassoon nodded. “Y-Yeah. Us too. We – we didn’t find any lilies though…” “No, us neither.” Nodin replied. “It was disappointing.” Bassoon said. “Yes.” Nodin nodded in agreement. “It was the main reason we came out here.” “Yeah…”

The four of them remained silent for a moment, with Nodin and Bassoon struggling to make eye contact, each of them wondering if the other believed them… until Viola finally spoke up. “Were you two doing it?” She asked bluntly. “Because… we were. That was pretty much the only thing we came out to do. I wasn’t looking for water lilies.” “Wha!” Bassoon started to cry out, before his breath was stifled by his own shock. How… how could she say that? “Oh! Ho ho.” Aspen started chuckling, a wide grin forming on his face. “Yes! Actually, us too!” He put his arm around Nodin, and blushed slightly. “Well… when you become parents, you don’t often get the chance. You two don’t know how lucky you are.” “I think my parents have the same problem.” Viola grinned, and laughed along with Aspen, while Nodin and Bassoon looked absolutely mortified.

#aspen #nodin #icejin #oc #viola #bassoon #namekian #myfics #prompt #dragonball z

[unkooked]

absolute.

In which love isn’t your strong suit and Jungkook is a philosophy student who believes in fate for the first time in his life. 6,172 words. 

[jk is a cute and smart asshole and u are too tired™ for his shit. but u love him i guess lol]

notes: i started writing this in november and finally finished it. a lil angsty, fluffy, fun, etc. i really tried my best to mimic real emotion, as well as struggle. sometimes it’s not easy to give into love. sometimes love is slow. sometimes people change u for the better. this fic gets better!! dont stop after the first part that’s the worst one lol. it’s long but idk maybe you’ll like it, give it a chance :)) 

        What began as the simplest spark of intrigue was rapidly beginning to warp itself within your thoughts and infiltrate your sense of inner peace, not to mention it was spreading with the intensity and conceit of a wild fire. God, you really hadn’t signed up for this.

***

1.

You had seen him once.

The day had been groggier than ever before; skies that mimicked all that was dull and bland showered the ground beneath with a potency that seemed absolutely endless. The air was damp, and cold, and gut-wrenching, and though the city seemed to be screaming for even the smallest fraction of salvation, you found yourself in a certain sense of tranquility. And perhaps your day would’ve continued its soothing calm, that is, had you not decided to wear flip-flops on your commute to work.

“Mom, why’s that lady wearing pink slippers? She looks like a clown.” The voice of the little boy on the subway could he heard from across the train, and as soft giggles escaped the mouths of those around you, what some people may consider irrationality began to kick in.

           You’d woken up at 5am, for God’s sake—you were already running late from the long trial and error you’d suffered through with the new makeup set you’d bought. As simple as it sounded, you were tired. And the flip-flops were comfortable. To wear real shoes meant putting on a pair of socks, and high heels would only result in endless groaning and a marathon of foot cramps. Really, you were just trying to protect yourself. And what was wrong with that? Couldn’t people judge others from the ankles up? Wasn’t this the home of the free? Whatever happened to national security?

           You couldn’t imagine what horrid expression was etched upon your face, and quite frankly, you didn’t want to. But it must have been something truly revolutionary as the young man across from you couldn’t seem to control his shameless snickering.

This is when the irrationality seemed to be coming back to you. Maybe if you just ignored him, he’d piss off. Looking at him meant acknowledging his existence. Looking at him meant losing. But then he laughed again—and your eyes couldn’t help but catch a glimpse at his shadowy figure. And as much as you wanted your curiosity to yield just this once, you felt almost at ease that it hadn’t.

He was breathtaking . . . and annoying. Mostly annoying.

His eyes were sultry and dark in colour, the way the corners of his mouth dipped upward slightly was adorable. Had the loud laughter not fallen once again from his lips, perhaps you would have found yourself staring at him for eternity. Or, that is, until your stop.  You tried to avert your eyes, but suddenly the details of the whole situation started getting fuzzy, and his laugh might have been annoying, but damn, his smile was adorable. Handsome asshole.

Your mind was screaming at you. Look away. Look away. Look away.

But how could you tear your eyes away from a man that seemingly embodied both the fatality of eloquence and the beauty of self assurance. His presence was admittedly mesmerizing, and you would be lying if you said he didn’t have all your attention.

“Angry?” His voice rang softy.

You looked upward. Did he just say something? The sound overthrew your thoughts. Why were you angry again?

“Are you angry?” He repeated with a hint of amusement. “You know, at that kid?”

Right. That’s why. The brat.

“Incredibly.” You weren’t thinking. “This is slander.”

“Slander?” He was incredulous, and you were an idiot. “He’s like 6.”

Great. Now it looked like you hated kids.

“Yeah-Well… maybe he shouldn’t be saying things like that.”

He threw his head back against his seat and let out the smallest of laughs. Was it crazy to say it sounded melodic?

“You’re funny.”

“You’re perfect.” The words had left your mouth before your brain could even register the repercussions. His face had started with confusion, but was quickly twisting into something reminiscent of a smile. Before he could even ask, you leapt out of your seat and rushed toward the subway door. He seemed like he was going to follow, you shouted before he could even try.

“Sorry! This is my stop!” You were lying of course. But you couldn’t let him bother you.

Getting off one stop early and walking the rest of the way to work wasn’t nearly as overwhelming as suffocating in the discomfort of that conversation. For the first time in ten minutes, it felt like you could breathe. The subway was confined embarrassment, an utter death zone. But Manhattan was as Manhattan always is in the fall; filled to the brim and drowning in rain.

If you were lucky, maybe you would drown too.

***

2.

“You’re being dramatic.” Jessie etched mockingly, driving the night forward with a phrase you felt like you had heard for the umpteenth time.

“I’m not, Jess! I’m serious! It was completely embarrassing; I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Professor Frouckner went off on me because I was so late. I ran to class in flip flops. During a torrential downpour. Don’t you understand the pain I just went through? I-I could have frostbite for God sake. Or, or died, even!” At this point, you were flailing your arms in front of her face. There was a point to be made. Jessie just threw her head back laughing and rolled her eyes.

She reached across the table and grabbed your hand.  

“Yeah. Okay, so 1. You’re drunk. 2. You’re crazy. And 3, I’m gonna have to ask you to turn it down, sweetheart. Because that’s not at all how frostbite works.”

“I’m a law student; I don’t need to know the nitty gritty details on frostbite, okay? Hop off my dick.”  

“Wow. He changed you!” Jess replied in between giggles. You pursed your lips and took another swig of the drink in front of you. “What are you, [Y/N], a twelve year old boy? “Hop off my dick”, who the fuck says stuff like that? Are you okay? I’m concerned.”

The club was new and hot and bustling with students from all over campus, and therefore, the music was so loud, it was credulously easy tuning out Jess’ mom lecture.

“Maybe he drugged you,” her voice droned on. “Did he pass you a mysterious liquid?”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, and before you could even begin to respond to the utter nonsense she seemed to be spewing, you saw the one person that had left you so mortified to begin with. The exact person you had gone out with Jess to forget about. Irony is a bitch.

A small gasp left your mouth as your throat began to grow dry. Immediately, you averted your gaze to the utensils on the table and pulled her in closer.

“Jess, stop talking. Now!” You whisper shouted, trying to hide your face from the intrusive stranger. Why was he here? Did he want to make your life hell? Did God think this was a funny trick?

“And now you’ve become rude too!” She continued. “Wow. I really hate this guy. Who does he think he is, honestly, he’s completely taken over your persona-,” before she could go on, you grabbed her hand and gestured behind her.

“He’s here!” You groaned aloud.

“He’s what?!” Jessie whipped her head around and gasped. She turned back to you with wide eyes and a wider smile to match. “He’s hot? You didn’t tell me, he was hot! Ohmygod, this is exactly what you need. A cute boy to distract you from your life problems!”

“Jessie, he is my life problem! Now stop looking at him! He’s gonna notice us!” You replied sharply, using your margarita to cover your face.

“I can’t help it. He’s so good looking. Why aren’t you more excited? This is fate, [Y/N]. Did you read your romance horoscope this morning? This is your man! How are you not gawking at him right now?”

“Jessie. Stop. Staring,” you grit through clenched teeth.

His eyes flickered to your table and you nearly felt your heart drop to the pits of your stomach.

“He can tell! He can totally tell! Look somewhere else, you jerk!”

“God, you’re so dramatic! The only way he’d be able to see us right now if I stood up and shouted at him from across the room.”

Her face twisted into a crooked smile and immediately you felt your stomach clench and your eyes widen.

“Jessie,” you tried to reason. Key word, tried. “Please don’t do this.”

“You, my friend, need to face your fears!”

“Jess, please, please don’t, don’t do it plea-,” your pleas had started, only to be ignored and replaced with the loud booming of Jessie’s voice over the music.

“Hey! Subway boy! Look over here! It’s her! From the Subway! This morning?! You remember? You’re cute! Come over here!”

You tried to jump from the chair and make a run for it but Jess grabbed onto your hand a second faster. “You’re unbelievable,” you hissed.

“You’re gonna love me for this one day. The day I introduced you to your husband!” She had a dopey smile on her face. You felt like jumping into a volcano.

“I already met him.” You shot back in frustration. “And it was bad enough the first time!”

“Well, you better shake that off, because he’s coming this way.”

“You’ve got to be joking.” You peered through the hair on your face and knitted your eyebrows in agony.

“And, I, am gonna head towards the bar. I’ll leave you two love birds alone, you know,” she winked. “To . . . get to know each other a little better.”

“Jess. Don’t leave me here. I will kill you. I’m serious. Not an ounce of me is joking right now. I will literally-,”  

“Erhhh.” She interrupted. “Wrong answer. I’ll see you later babe! The bar is calling!”

Before the string of curse words were even registered in your brain, you felt the smallest of taps on your shoulder.

Great. Now, this, was going to be an experience.

***

3.

“Hi.”

You gulped before turning around.

As you met eyes, you almost felt your voice catch itself in your throat again. He looked just as beautiful as he had this morning, his hair playfully swayed over his forehead and his eyes continuously peering into your own. While you seemed to be feeling apprehensive and unsure, he seemed to emit the absolute opposite.

In fact, he seemed to be glowing.

His eyes were wide and warm, welcoming even. His lips were turned upwards, adorning that same irritating smirk you had caught a glimpse of earlier in the day. There was nothing to say about his appearance other than the blatant obvious. He was absolutely gorgeous.

“H-hi,” you drew out, slowly. Your stomach was turning in its anxious wake, but also, you realized, excitement.  

“I’m Jungkook.” He reached his hand out.

Handshake? Who handshakes? That’s just weir-

“Or perfect. I mean, you can call me that if you like it better.” He quipped with a smug smile stretched across his face. You wanted to punch it off. Or kiss him. Either, or.

“You know,” the confidence in your voice surprised even yourself. “I thought you were handsome for about two seconds just now.”

The small smirk on his lips began to grow larger as he raised a single brow back at you.         

 “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.” You repeated, crossing your arms and leaning back into the loft chair.

“What changed?”

You scrunched up your nose for dramatic effect. Because, clearly, theatrics were always important. You tilted your face slightly to the left. Jungkook waited in obvious anticipation, watching him squirm was almost amusing.

“You opened your mouth.”

Jungkook feigned hurt. He pretended to wince and held a hand to his chest, all whilst trying to shake off his laughter.

“Ouch!” He exclaimed. “You’re really out for blood, here, aren’t you? Are you always this . . .,” he struggled to find the right word.

“Witty?” You posed. “Hilarious? Eccentric? Creative? I think you’re definitely looking for creative.”

“Hmm. I was actually thinking bitchy.” He shrugged. Then he cracked that annoying smirk. God, you were really starting to hate that.

“Me? I’m a bitch? You’re the bitch!”

And that’s when he started laughing hysterically.

“Why are you laughing? You think this is funny, huh? You just call girls over; call them bitches and you feel happy with yourself?”

He put a finger up in his defense. “Actually, babe, you called me over here.”

Now, that, crossed a line.

“Don’t call me babe.” You grit. Who the fuck did this guy think he was?

“Chill out,” he rolled his eyes. “It’s a term of endearment. Have you ever heard of that word? You know, love, compassion, empathy? Are you familiar with any of those concepts?”

“Shut up, you asshole! I know love, okay? I’m not a dear person in your life, so-,” hop off my dick? “So just lay off.” You finished.

He nodded. “Yeah, well, not yet anyway.”

You felt like scoffing into oblivion. “Oh, you think you’re smooth, huh? You think you can just walk in here and say some douche-bag line you’ve prepared and it’s just gonna work out and I’m just gonna fall in love with you? Are you insa-,” before the final syllable left your mouth, Jess had already barged herself into the conversation.

“How’s it going lovebirds?” She chirped loudly, glaring at you with an intensity you’ve never quite seen before.

“Amazing.”

“Terrible.”

“Alright,” she clapped. “That’s what I like to hear!”

Jungkook moved toward Jess and put a single hand on her shoulder. He cracked a smile at you then looked back at her. “You know, I think your friend is really falling for me.”

“I’m going to PUNCH YOU-,” Jess clamped a hand over your mouth and began laughing awkwardly, threatening with her gaze alone whilst Jungkook stayed snickering in the corner.

“Don’t worry about her, she gets a little carried away when she’s drunk.” Jess was trying to diffuse the situation as much as she could, an attempt to put Jungkook at ease and save her friend’s reputation.

Little did she know, Jungkook wasn’t in distress. Not at all, quite frankly.

In fact, he was amused. This night had been more eventful than any night he’d had in the past couple weeks, most of which, were being spent preparing for his philosophy final he’d taken this morning. He’d seen a girl this morning on the way to his exam, a girl wearing ridiculously hideous pink flip flops. It had been enough to make him crack a smile and forget the weight on his shoulders that seemingly did not falter. For a few minutes, it had felt like his sole purpose was to sit there and laugh at her, as incredibly moronic as it sounded. But then again, he was taking philosophy. Analyzing life had singlehandedly take over his life. And this, as bizarre as it was, felt something reminiscent of a good omen. Maybe he was dreaming. But then again, dreams were good, weren’t they?

So when Jess awkwardly tried to mend the pieces of their chaotic conversation, he could only smile. And this time, it wasn’t his cheap and snarky way of making her blood boil. Rather, it was a sentiment of his curiosity. He didn’t know what would become of this, but he was more than willing to find out. This, her, it was something worth his attention. It was something that would blossom: for better or worse, at this point, he couldn’t tell. But he couldn’t help but be invested.

Jungkook wanted nothing more than to burst out laughing at her unfaltering insult slinging and boldly express his admiration for her; he wanted to tell her he liked this. That is, whatever this was. But something told him his growing optimism would be forced to undergo a series of pessimistic trials, i.e., her.

He liked her. He knew it. He didn’t want to believe in heavenly signs from the universe; he didn’t believe in love at first sight or in destiny or even soul mates, for that matter. Those things weren’t real, to him. Those were idealisms, thoughts, beliefs, they could be nurtured and mirrored and amplified, but they weren’t tangible. But this was something different. The quickening of his pulse was real, the escalades in his stomach were real, and the constant scrutinizing of what he said or what he did was real. To Jungkook, this wasn’t just an empty call from the universe meant to send a message. It was like a force of energy that beckoned him to take things a step further and pushed him to take action. He was more sure now than ever, that this, was a brutal awakening for was to come in the near future.

And so, he would wait.

He would play along. He would be the guy he needed to. He would do whatever it took to carry through this relationship and allow it to flourish the way it needed. Because this was deserving. Not to mention, annoying the shit out of her found itself to be an extremely entertaining past time.

Jungkook kept his smile tight. “Don’t worry about it.” He was quick to respond though his thoughts resonated somewhere else, somewhere deeper and distant. “I can’t judge the unstable, can I?” Then he winked.

“Unstable?” She bellowed incredulously.  “Do you ever shut up? Were you given love as a child?”

Jungkook wanted to throw his head back and laugh at the girl’s coherently bizarre behaviour, but the thought of getting decked in the face wasn’t so appealing, and so, he decided to take a more cautious route.

“Goodnight, [Y/N].”

He could hear her faint ramblings even as he as he was slowly walking away from the girls, letting lose the smirk that had begged so desperately to reveal itself, and for the time in a long time, he felt a shift of anxiety in his stomach. What, exactly, was this? Was it too soon to set his heart on her? Definitely.  

Jungkook hadn’t the smallest clue what was going on. But as much as this circumstance screamed dysfunction, there was an underlying sense of comfort that pulled him toward her, exhilaration, even. He wasn’t poetic or neurotic or an even a romantic, for that matter, and even in his second year of philosophy, Jungkook hadn’t thought of his life objectively, nor did he believe in fate. But this feeling he felt, this rush, this spurt of adrenaline, this beating of his chest, the sweating of his palms, the sheer intensity of his apprehension, this feeling held so much uncertainty—and yet—and yet the worlds fell so freely, and loosely, and smoothly from his mouth. He knew what to say, always. But how? How, when he was feeling somewhere between riding the best roller coaster of his life and walking a tight rope over impending chaos. His mind was blazing, stressing, obsessing; searching for meaning in the midst of the madness that had now become his life. Perhaps there was none.

Perhaps not.

4.

“So you’re just going to ignore me? I am literally sitting right beside you.”

“You don’t exist.”

“I definitely do.”

“Well, if I continue to pretend like you don’t exist, there’s got to be some truth to it, right?”

“No. Literally not at all. Have you heard of science, or-,”

“Shut up. Just shut up. Okay? You… you nerd.” The very little patience you had started your day with immediately began to grow weak. Firstly, thanks to the disgustingly painful hangover you were powering through, and second, well, Jungkook seemed to be making grandiose contributions to the irritability department.

“Wow. I think I’ve finally cracked the case, ha, get it? ‘Cause you’re in law?” Jungkook stifled one of his infamous laughs and regained his composure. “Yeah, anyways, you’re insane.”

“Thank you, Jungkook. You know what? That really pulls together a lot of missing pieces in my life. Thank you for your service. Goodbye.”

Jungkook ignored your attempts at escaping the conversation and averted his attention toward the subway.

“Hey, this is your stop right?”

Shit.

There was no way you were going to resurface the same havoc from getting off a stop early yesterday, not after Mr. Frouckner had torn you a new asshole with his mindless droning about punctuality.

“No, actually. The next stop is,” you coughed awkwardly. “…my stop.” Maybe if you spoke quietly, he wouldn’t catch on. That was your best bet.

“So…you lied yesterday.”

Best bet shot down. Nice to know the universe was on your side.

The blatant delight in Jungkook’s voice made the pits of your stomach churn. He was never going to let go of this. In fact, this is probably exactly what he yearned for: another instance he could mock and chastise you for. This was probably Jungkook’s ultimate dream.

“So I guess I left a stunning impression on you, huh?” You fought the urge to throw your bag at his stupid mouth.

“You know what?” You pursed your lips and looked outside the window. “Actually, this is my stop.”

The corners of Jungkook’s mouth were so often turned upwards, a surge of confusion went through you when you noticed his lips had gone from its usual crooked smile to somewhat of a pressed frown.

For a second, all you could do was look at him.

His eyes were narrowed slightly and he bit the inside of his cheek. His seconds of contemplation were enough to leave your stomach bouncing against itself.

“You can’t just walk away from your feelings.”

Jungkook’s eyes peered into your very own in a way that was utterly intrusive. His hair was tussled and messy, his skin shining behind the beams of fluorescent lights. Even with the simple pessimistic thoughts and urges of aggravation, your heart gravitated toward the soft echo of his voice. In a different world, maybe you could love this. In a different world, maybe you would overcome this constant constriction, this widespread fear that always seemed to manifest itself into every fragment of your life. This was new. He was new. He was different. Maybe you could trust him.

With a single step upward and the swaying of your body, you turned toward the subway doors and gulped.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Maybe it wasn’t time to take chances.

5.

“You’re going to this party.”

“Jessie. You’re my love, I love you, okay? But no. Definitely not.”

Jessie rolled her eyes for the thousandth time, and she paced through your room once more, arms folded across her chest with a clear motive on her mind.

“Well, Jungkook’s going to be there,” her voice rang coyly, and she gave you a sideways glance, hoping to lock you in her gaze and use her amazing powers of persuasion.

But your eyes were purposefully glued to the computer screen in front of you.

Jungkook’s name made your fingers tense, and instead of looking at your bestfriend and telling her you might have been feeling your heart shifting for a boy, you kept your eyes straight and kept your words short.

“Not interested, Jess. Next time.”

If human beings could display their emotions based on colour, you swore Jess was blazing and fiery red, as she shrieked in annoyance once again, throwing herself on your bed and screaming into one of your pillows.

“I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!”

“You’re being dramatic.”

“No, I’m not, bitch. I hate you, you’re the worst.”

“Jess—you know I don’t like parties okay? This doesn’t have anything to do with anything else—,”

“Anyone, you mean,” she corrected matter-of-factly.

You were almost compelled to pick up one of the pillows behind your back, and launch it at her face at 800 miles per hour. But, the thought quickly vanished, because you’re a merciful human being that believes in second chances.

“I’m going to ignore that because I think you’re going through a hard time,” you whispered while patting her back, and Jessie hissed into your pillows. Maybe she was going to hit you with a pillow at 800 miles per hour.

“[Y/N], stop playing dumb, okay? You know exactly who I’m talking about.”

God, when was this fucker going to stop being the highlight of all your personal conversations. You threw your head back and groaned.

“When are you going to understand that I don’t have feelings for him?!”

“When you can fucking go somewhere he’s gonna be at, without having a mental break, you shady bitch!”

Fuck it.

“Fine, I’m going!”

“Fine!”

“Fine!”

“Fine!”

“Fine!”

Jessie let out a laugh, and you soon followed, why did boys always make things so difficult?

“I’ll pick you up at 7.”

“I fucking hate you.”

6.

Yup. This was really happening.

“This place smells like fucking paradise.” You marveled at the immense expanse of broadly lit rooms and expensive luxury all around you. So this is what it’s like to get a sports car for your fifteenth birthday.

“Rich people, man.” Jessie shook her head and grabbed a drink off the stretch of wooden table, taking a large sip, and then placing it back down.

The house belonged to a friend’s of a friend’s of a friend’s, and it was by far the biggest house you’d ever stepped into in your entire life. It looked like it was something out of an elaborate Parisian getaway, but the crowds of drunken people swaying anything but rhythmically to Lil Pump made it more than clear that this was the epitome of college parties.

The dress you were wearing was Jess’, and it was itchy, bodycon, and far too thin to keep anybody warm on any winter night. But, it made you feel good, and so you supposed that was the most important thing as you walked across the house’s wide and echoing halls, anxious from the stares of those around you.

“Don’t look now,” Jessie whispered into your ear, and of course, immediately your head whipped around opposite of her direction to see what she was talking about. Or who, rather.

Fuck.

“I told you NOT to look. What part of that did you NOT understand?!”

“I was nervous okay?! Who doesn’t look in that situation?!”

“Well, you don’t have time to freak out, Jungkook’s coming this way right now.” Jess let out the words nonchalantly as she grabbed another drink, and as you felt his shadow approaching, you tried your best not to look like the most constipated and fidgety individual in the world.

Was it working? Definitely not.

“I’m gonna be right over there okay,” Jessie whispered gently and gestured toward the doorway right across from you.

“No, no, no, Jess, don’t leave, don’t leave—,”

“Get off me, I have to, he’s coming—,”

“Don’t leave—,”

“Stop I’m going—,”

You felt a gentle tap on your shoulder, as Jess slyly tottered away in her slightly tipsy state and shot you a not so secret wink. Great.

“Hi,” Jungkook’s breath hit your neck, and you felt your throat become tight. When you turned around to glance at him, you realized he looked a little different. His hair looked longer, darker, shinier, the skin along his cheeks and forehead were glossy and tanned, his complexion was slightly flushed, and yet the golden undertones were enough to bring you back to your summer classes, half spent avoiding Jungkook on the subway. The troubled look in his eyes, the eyes that you had been looking away from for months, was enough to make you feel regret. He looked so happy always, and yet the subtle pain you could feel from his expression made you feel like the wicked enchantress in any cliché fairytale. He was pretty enough to be a prince, you thought.

“Why have you been avoiding me?”

His words broke your trance. And yes, it was a trance. Because just like you remembered it, looking at Jungkook was not simply looking at any kindred spirit looking for a purpose in life, looking at Jungkook felt like a purpose. And as ridiculous as it sounded, you thought it was worth it.

“I-I haven’t.” You spoke as firmly as you could, but he didn’t seem convinced, you could tell. And it was now more than ever that you wished you could lie as well as everybody else, or be as bold as half the kids that were at this stupid party, or flirt as eloquently as Jess. But you couldn’t, and he knew. He knew.

“Are you ever going to give this a chance?” He asked, and you could hear how desperate he was. It burned. You felt your throat closing, more. Was that possible?

“Give what a chance?”

“This, [Y/N]. Us. Are you ever going to stop avoiding me, avoiding your feelings for me, avoiding potential? Y-you’re a part of my life. You’ve been a part of my life for months. Why are you running away?” Jungkook’s eyes bore into yours. He was waiting for an answer. You wanted to give him an answer.

This isn’t what you were used to. This was foreign. This warm feeling that crept up your sides and held you sharply like a paralyzing embrace, this sweep of heat that fell over your cheeks and made your jaw slack, this cloud of beautiful iridescence that made your pupils shake, that stole your gaze, that forced your gaze—upon him. You couldn’t think, and the droning of the voices around you only made the burning sensation in your heart worse.

“I-I need to go,” you mumbled rapidly, grabbing your clutch and shuffling out the veranda door across the hall; refusing to look back at the boy that stole your dreams and made your being quake.

You needed to go.

7.

“[Y/N]!”

“I-I wasn’t meant for relationships, Jungkook. Just drop it.”

“How do you know that? You’ve never given yourself the fucking chance!” Jungkook shot back. The intensity in his eyes ran shivers down your spine. This was breaking him, you were breaking him. This is exactly the reason why you wanted to stay away.  

“I’m just not a “love” person, okay?” You pleaded.

“Yeah, I think I’ve picked that up by now.”

“Jungkook don’t make this harder than it already is. Don’t you have something better to be doing right now, something other than harassing me? ”

“Why do you keep pushing me away? Why don’t you trust me?”

“Why can’t you just drop it?!”

Jungkook’s eyes blazed deeply into yours, frustration evident in his face. He must’ve been worn out to the absolute max, and yet there was a still a sense of determination that lingered within him.

He stepped forward and drew a breath.

“Because,” his voice broke. Your heart clenched.

“Because every single time I walk away from you, I get this splitting, fucking avalanche of thoughts, that keep asking over and over and over again: ‘why did you fucking let her go? There’s something here’.”

“I feel this hollowness; because I know you. I’ve seen what life is like with you. And it’s better. It’s so much better than anything I’ve ever had, any relationship I’ve ever made. How am I supposed to just walk away and pretend like you didn't change things? When I know we have something other people wait their whole fucking lives for? When I know there’s something here? Leaving this unresolved like this is eating away at me, [Y/N]. It fucking hurts being around you knowing you don’t want the same thing. But I’m an idiot, alright? Does that make you happy? I stick around, thinking that maybe one day, something will change. That maybe one day, you’ll look at me and admit to yourself that you have feelings. Because I know you do, [Y/N]. Because I don’t think we met for no reason. Because for the time in my fucking life I believe in fate, and it’s not fucking working out and its making me go crazy. So you know what? I am sorry, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I made this mess, but I don’t regret it. And I never fucking will.”

Frozen.

Your body had fallen completely frozen.

The growing discomfort in your stomach had become entirely unbearable, Jungkook let out a staggered breath as your heart beat accelerated; icy chill after icy chill continued to make way down your spine, to the point at which it felt there was a constant outpour of frost at the small of your back. This was sickening. This was torturous. This was gut-wrenching. Though the words felt so soft and easy and comforting in your mouth, the thought of the world they would awaken left you aching to your core. You cared for him. You cared for him so, so much. He was the mirage at the end of a desert of relationships that all seemed to either dry out or suck the life out of you. Though your mind begged for reason and practicality, your heart yearned for the potential of something absolutely breath-taking. Because he, was absolutely breath-taking. And a world without him, well, that wasn’t a life you thought you were prepared for.

Jungkook stood in front of you, running a hand through his hair and catching one last glimpse at the girl he swore was the absolute love of his life. He wasn’t prepared to say goodbye, and yet there he stood, mind flooded with outcomes he couldn’t completely fathom, and most of them, admittedly bad.

He turned around.

If you continued to live your life the way you always had, cautious, safe, you could protect yourself from torment and heartbreak and destruction. If you continued to live your life the way you always had, you’d be able to carry out the rationality of life, the logic, the sensibility.

If you continued to live your life the way you always had, nothing would ever change.

You grabbed his wrist.

“I love you.”

8.

“You—what?” His eyes were almost glossy, and the fleet of stomping elephants in your stomach suddenly felt less overbearing than the pounding in your chest.

You gulped.

“I love you. A-and you, you’re making me go crazy. And I’m not. I’m normal you know! I’m not crazy! It’s you! You’re doing this! You’re making me insane. I-I-you- you-,” your chest heaved. “You’re changing me!”

“Okay.”

“Okay? That’s all you have to fucking say right now? Really? Are you fucking serious I’m gonna—,”

“Okay.”

His mouth twitched. He looked like he was smiling. God, you wanted to punch that smile off his lip. But God, you couldn’t stop staring.

Jungkook bit his lip, the whiplash of emotions almost making him nauseous. He had just gone from complete frustration and dismay, to utter exhilaration; euphoria. All the while, you couldn’t keep your eyes off the soft pink silhouette of his mouth.

Stop looking at his lips.

Stop looking at his lips.

Stop looking at his lips.

God, who fucking cares.

The first thing you did was drop your clutch. Jungkook quipped an eyebrow and his smirk stuck firmly, and you wondered how it would change when you wrapped your arms thickly around his neck and finally attached your chapped and dry lips to his admittedly adorable and absolutely plump lips.

And so you did.

You launched forward and roughly took his lips in yours, and though Jungkook could feel every muscle in his body tensing, the feeling immediately flood away in a single rush of elation that allowed him to smile onto your mouth. Jungkook felt tentative, but the steady pressure of his kiss alongside the gentle caressing of his lips had your fingers shaking. He cupped your cheeks, and squished them endearingly before finally pulling away, lips promiscuously crimson and face flushed. Your noses brushed against each other, and the sheer cliché of the situation made your stomach clench.

Jungkook let out a boisterous laugh as you shut your eyes tightly and then opened them up again.

“So you like me, huh?”

And the smirk sitting on his lips this time filled your heart with the same aggravation that seemed to consume you so naturally, and just as strongly, was the temptation to kiss his annoying lips again just to shut him up.

“Fuck off Jungkook.”

“I’m just asking.”

“I’m just gonna kill you.”

And again he laughed, and you laughed with him. And though the idea of love and relationships and fate and everlasting romance never seemed to rapture your soul the way you often wished it had—though the thought of fate and eternity seemed far away and barely tangible—you ignored your fear of every hurtful past and any spiteful future, and thought now, in this moment, a future with Jungkook was absolute. You hoped.

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