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theydonthavenames · 1 year
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I'm going to piggy back here on genius @emberc flower theory- you might wanna check this post out before reading mine.
So @emberc noticed that pink roses symbolise (amongst other things) Simon's love for Wille. But there is more to flowers theory! Have a look at this shot from bts:
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In ep 6 'I love you scene' there are pink flowers in the background between Wilmon. Thanks to this close up from bts we clearly see there is not one, but two bunches of flowers: roses- symbol of Simon's love- AND lilies.
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As per @emberc post, we see a pink rose in a snowglobe in S1 ep4 opening, which symbolised Simon's love for Wille. The rose is plastic, in a glass globe. When Simon saw Wille on TV did he feel like Wille is almost artificial, unreal? It must have been an odd moment for Simon to see Wille on TV. Both Wille and Simon's feelings for him that moment were almost unreal, unreachable, trapped behind the glass. That is rose reference covered.
So why are there lilies alongside roses in S2 scene then? How about another throwback to the same scene sequence from S1:
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White lilies were in the church during Erik's funeral! Lilies are a symbol of Wille's love for Simon! They were there with him all along. But Wille's lilies are white. They have no colour, no intensity. They are distant from Wille, just like he feels distant from Simon. They are somewhere in the background, just a little forgotten detail of this overwhelming scene. They are overshadowed by Wille's grief and his growing sense of responsibility. Knowing all of that, this shot below is even more heartbreaking, because Wille walks away from the lilies. He leaves them being and to follows his brother, to continue Erik's legacy. He decided he needs to leave Simon in the past and walk away from him. (😭)
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Fast forward to S2 ep6, in this beautiful scene, roses and lilies are there in the background to symbolise their mutal love for each other. Both bunches of flowers are bright, juicy, vivid. Wille's lilies are now pink, just like Simon's roses. They are blossoming beautifully. What is also important, both bunches stand next to each other, on the same level, displayed proudly and beautifully for everyone to see, in broad daylight. Just like their love.
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Final bonus sidenote! Coming back to s1 flowers, in the scene with Simon there is only one flower. His feelings have only just started to flourish, they are yet to be developed into a beautiful full bunch, but look at the intensity of the colour! The rose is bright pink. The feelings are only starting to grow, but they are so intense. And Wille's lilies, there is a whole big bunch of them, just like his feelings. He already knows how much Simon means to him. At that moment the flowers have no colour, the feelings are faded, but it is there. Wille was was already aware how much he likes Simon. In S2 Wille might fell first, but Simon fell as hard. And in the final shot of s2, both bunches are as intense in colour and fully developed. They are finally on the same page.
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frenchtwistresistance · 6 months
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This guy carries a whip with him everywhere because he’s a_____
The way she says
I guess he could carry it so he could see his friend…?
in her sweet little voice 😍😂😍😂😍😂
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egopathic · 1 year
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the gay people at your local pet store have a group chat and they’re talking about you in it
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lbxbxx · 16 days
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Cockpit 10 | knj
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Pair: Namjoon x reader
Summary: Namjoon goes through a rough time while getting a divorce, meeting you at the club two weeks in a row when attraction becomes unreal.
Rating: +18 mature content, Smut, divorce, fatherhood, unprotected sex.
taglist: @wecanpretendit | @whoisbts | @yoonjinsrkive | @my-current-mood-is | @joonzseoulmate | @parkinglot-nights | @missbangtangirl | @m00njinnie | @mantaecrolss | @busanbby-jjk | @bangtanxmegan | @nochelunaxx
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“Come on in.” Namjoon opened the door for Hoseok when he showed up with a stack of papers in his hands to your place. “Y/N is changing, she’ll be out in no time.”
Hoseok makes himself home before he heads to the mini fridge and grabs out a bottle of water. “Take a seat, I’m a little surprised you just found out that I was your lawyer.”
Namjoon laughs awkwardly and scratches the back of his head. “My previous lawyer called you mister Jung, I had no idea you were Jung Hoseok, Y/N always called you Hobi, which led to me actually.. calling you.. Hobi too.”
Hoseok laughs and takes a seat in front of the TV before putting the file down. “It’s alright, I’m glad I’m able to help you, and I guess I’m partially helping Y/N too.”
“Helping me with what?” You walk towards your living room while rolling up the sleeves of your hoodie, you walk towards Hoseok and lean down to hug him and kiss him on the cheek. “With the divorce.”
“I really didn’t want Y/N to be a part of it or get involved in the smallest thing ever, I don’t know how to thank you two, really.” Namjoon smiles.
“She actually didn’t want to be a part of it voluntarily, she was kind of… forced.” Hoseok starts. You and Namjoon sit next to Hoseok on each side as he finally opens the stack of papers clipped into the file.
Reports, marriage contract, birth certificates, pictures, bank account balances, you can’t help but peak through and find Namjoon’s name and check out the balance, aircraft pilots seem to be making a lot of money.
You’re a little shocked that going through a divorce requires all these documents, you look at Hoseok who despite this is his day off, he chose to come over and speak everything through with Namjoon, it’s the last day of August and September is starting tomorrow, meaning that his hearing is going to be in two weeks. He needs to be prepared.
“What do you mean?” Namjoon asks you. “Did someone reach out to you?”
“Yes.” Hoseok answers for you, “Your in laws are claiming that their daughter is a victim of abuse, and they asked Y/N for a fake medical report.”
Namjoon’s facial expressions show the denial he’s in, he shakes his head left and right. “I don’t remember the last time I touched her. I can’t stand the woman.”
“She came over with her father and I had to give them a report.” You shrug and Hoseok continues. “Don’t worry Joon, Y/N would never fake a medical report, let alone faking it to hurt you, of course she wouldn’t.”
A sigh of relief escapes his nose before he looks you in the eyes. “I never touched her like that, I promise. I don’t know if she told you anything but I swear I never did.”
Your heart melts at the man, you reach your hand from behind Hoseok and rub Namjoon’s shoulder. “I know you wouldn’t.”
“Hobi, something happened and I think you should know about it.” Namjoon starts and you kind of wished he never mentioned it to Hoseok, but the man has to know. “A little over a week ago. A package was delivered to my place by a woman, this woman tried touching me and said weird things to me.”
Hoseok straightens his back as he seems alarmed. “And?”
“I don’t know, I was supposed to get the mail at a certain time but I got it earlier.” Namjoon shrugs. “I don’t know who she is and why she did that.”
“Do you have the package number?” Hoseok asks and Namjoon shakes his head. “I have the receipt online.”
“We can call Yoongi and he can help us get the package number even when it’s out of date or already delivered.” Hoseok takes his phone out. Of course Yoongi can help you, he’s been so dedicated and good at his banking job since he got promoted to manage the branch he currently works at, he can help you with anything. Hoseok calls Yoongi and puts him on speaker, as Yoongi guides him on how to get the package number from the online bank account. “Thank you hyung.”
“Say hi to Y/N. Bye.” Yoongi hangs up, Hoseok and Namjoon spend a couple minutes trying to find the package number before they finally track it to realize.
The mail was delivered the day before Namjoon got it to his house.
Meaning that someone received the mail, and gave it to someone else to deliver it to try and lure Namjoon into something and catch it on the CCTV.
You immediately feel guilty for not listening to Namjoon since the very beginning, and you realize that if he wanted to cheat on his wife, he would’ve cheated long time ago with someone else. This exact thing finally proves that the man has been honest with you the whole time. What you saw was in fact not true.
You look up from the phone at Namjoon’s eyes and he looks back, it kills you that he smiles at you even when you never believed him, he’s extremely glad that he’s finally proved to be right.
“Can you excuse us for a second Hobi?” You get up on your feet, Hoseok is a little confused before he looks at you two and nods. “Sure, take your time.”
“Namjoon?” He gets up and follows you to the kitchen, you lean against the counter and clear your throat. “I apologize.”
He doesn’t cut you off or anything, he deserves an apology. “I should’ve listened, I’m truly sorry. I only behaved that way because I thought you and I could actually have something, I don’t know what got over me.”
He takes a couple steps towards you and rubs your shoulder, printing the softest kiss to your forehead and pulling you closer into a hug.
You knew the man was emotionally mature since the very beginning, other men would’ve gas lit you into still feeling guilty and would’ve made the problem worse, but Namjoon had a big heart and he was mature enough to go through this entire problem and even his entire divorce like a grown sane man
Well except for the part where he cheated on his wife, but to be fair it was going to happen sooner or later whether you showed up or not.
“I accept your apology.” He rubs your back and squeezes you in tighter. “I would never do anything to hurt you on purpose.”
“Thank you.” You pull back from the hug and look up at him, he presses his lips against yours softly and tucks your hair behind your ear. “I’m sorry too for getting you involved in this, I never wanted it to happen but apparently they found their way to you.”
“Actually… I think they suspect something.”
“What do you mean?” He pulls back.
“The night they showed up, Seokjin was laying in the bed next to hers, and he kind of overheard them talking.” You shrug one shoulder. “One of her relatives saw us at the wine cellar and—“
“I knew it.” He shakes his head. “The guy who flashed his phone was actually trying to take a picture.”
You suddenly recall that exact moment before you try to deny it. “Maybe he really wanted to take a picture of the cellar.”
“I don’t know, maybe he was, but I’m sure he was trying to take a picture or something.” Namjoon bites anxiously on his nails.
“That’s not the only reason she suspects something.” You hold his hand down to stop him, he’s on the verge of an anxiety attack. “Apparently you and I smelled very similar.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I had the same perfume on the night she came over for the report, and she smelled it on your clothes the day after or something, I don’t know.” You explain as you hold onto his hand tighter. “Don’t worry, we figured something out regarding that incident. Seokjin and I.”
He throws his head back and sighs in frustration. “I’m really sorry.”
“I’m pretty sure you know it already, but I’m totally on your side.” You smile and cup his cheek before you speak again trying to make him relax and shrug it off. “Although I judged your taste in women a little when I saw her again.” You scrunch your nose, a laugh barely escapes his lips as he leans his forehead against yours. “But I’m working on it, trying to make it better.”
You giggle and grab onto his hand, pulling him back into the living room, Hoseok informed Namjoon everything he needed to know, and told him about how they tried to bribe him.
Everything seemed so clear to Namjoon now, he’s more determined to get the divorce than ever, and if they wanted to play dirty, then he’s going to play dirtier.
“What’s the hearing like?” You’re curious to find out if it was actually like the movies or not. “I saw a pilot in real life, I kinda wanna see a court in real life.”
“Actually there’s not going to be a court. A hearing usually consists of just both lawyers and the couple getting the divorce.” Hoseok explains. “She’s going to lay out her conditions and so are you, and if anyone disagrees or in your case, brings up reports of abuse or tapes of having a third party, you’ll be transferred to court for trial.”
“Joonie do you have any conditions?” You curiously ask Namjoon before he shakes his head immediately. “I just want her out of my life.”
“Some people want the easy way out like you do.” Hoseok looks at him. “This makes her benefit out of it, she could easily ask for things that you may not be able to provide. So I suggest you think this through, we still have some time.”
“How far can I go?”
You and Hoseok snap your heads towards the man who’s clenching on his fists, “I want her to regret everything she’s doing.”
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The hearing is only a couple days later and time has passed by so quick. The first week of September was really wet in Seoul but still hot, at this point you’d wear your sweatshirt at night and a pair of shorts during the day time, everyone was confused by this weather, typical Seoul climate.
That night you went to sleep in a sweatshirt but you were sweating the entire night, still not cold enough for a heavy clothing item like this. You don’t bother getting up to change when it’s past midnight even when you can literally feel your sweat down your neck and back, you were in deep sleep, so you just kick off your blanket and cuddle into your bed.
“Shit, please don’t stop.” Your legs are spread against your chest, Namjoon is pounding deep inside you while throwing his head back, sweat is dripping down his chest and stomach, and his long hair is bouncing off of his face with each thrust.
“Come on baby, show her how good I can fuck you.” His lazy eyes meets yours before an evil grin sits on his face while he bites his bottom lip.
Show her? Show who?
Pleasure radiates all over your glistening bodies and you feel yourself near your edge, it’s so overwhelming that you feel your heartbeat through your back, you throw your head back over the edge of the bed and your eyes roll to the back of your head, you struggle to fill your lungs back with air and your vision is back for a quick second.
Holy fuck she’s right here.
And she’s watching you two with a face that you’re not able to describe, is it disappointment? Is it jealousy?
This isn’t your bedroom, you look around, you haven’t been here before this place is new to you.
Namjoon interrupts your train of thoughts as he leans over to lick all the way from your collarbone to your jaw and prints a loud kiss before looking up at her with the same evil look on his face. “Tell her how good this feels, show her what she’s missing on.”
“N-namjoon please.” You gasp, feeling the angle change as he pulls your hips closer to meet his, he presses his thumb over your clit and he proceeds to rub in circular motion, you hold onto his other hand that’s leaning behind your head and bite onto his wrist. “I’m close.”
“Cum for me baby, cum for me.”
“I can’t.” You whisper and look him in the eyes, he looks back at you, this time he’s frowning, he proper grabs your face in his hand and turns it towards her, “Look at her when I make you cum.”
Your gaze meets hers, and it hurts, it physically hurts.
She’s right there watching you high key stealing her man and right on her bed. Is this what you really are?
Of course in a snap of a finger you’re no longer close, the pleasure has been completely robbed out of you and it completely washed away. You regret everything going on when you see the pain in her eyes, she looks lonely and hurt and empty, but most importantly
Betrayed.
You look back at Namjoon to see him, your eyes speak so loud when you frown back at him but he’s completely heartless when he forces you to look back at her. “Come on baby, cum for me and let her know how good it feels to be fucked like that.”
Of course dreams don’t make sense, you open your eyes and it’s the morning already, what kind of a twisted dream was that?
Dream? No this is a nightmare.
Vivid dreams were hunting you the entire night, hell even the entire week. You’re not the one getting the divorce but it’s pressuring you mentally more than you would’ve thought.
You feel yourself shivering even when it’s still hot outside. Even when what you saw earlier wasn’t true, but still you feel exposed. You feel like she really did see you two in bed.
You gaze at your ceiling when you think that she probably knows everything already, you don’t know the way she thinks and you don’t know what she has to prove. But you’re positive she knows that her husband already met someone else, women know everything.
You’re stressing about this way too much, you try and regulate your breathing pattern but it takes you some time. You flinch in your bed when you hear your door pass code being clicked. Only Hoseok knows the pass code and this is usually the time he takes his break.
The door finally opens and you hear him talking and laughing with someone, you sit up and start scratching your head trying to loosen your hair that’s been sticking to your scalp. “Hobi?” Your sleepy voice guides him to your bedroom. “Y/N? You’re still in bed?”
“Yeah, I just woke up.” You look up at him entering your bedroom followed by Jungkook who’s in his track suit. “What brings you two here?”
“I got us breakfast and I saw these two near the gym.” Hoseok plops down on your bed and you immediately try to kick him off. “Not with your working clothes on that’s disgusting.”
“Do you still have my gray pants?” He gets up and starts unbuttoning his top. You lazily nod and lay back into your bed. “Yeah, if you don’t find them just take Namjoon’s.”
“Of course he’s not borrowing any of my pants.” Namjoon walks into your bedroom with a bottle of water in his hands, which explains the voices you heard earlier, he’s in his gym attire which reminds you that him and Jungkook now go on gym dates. “They’re too long for you.” He walks to your side of the bed and pecks your cheek. “Good morning.”
“Fuck you Joon, I know you’re tall you don’t need to brag about it.” Hoseok flips him off.
“Good morning.” You ruffle his hair and hug the blanket closer to your chest, the three of them get into an argument which you surprisingly fall asleep to. You needed the not so white noise.
“You got a divorce because of her?” With her arms crossed she looks at you, eyeing you from head to toe with a cringe on her face. “Do you really think she’s worth it?”
“Of course not.” Namjoon speaks when he shows up from behind you to stand next to her. “She was just an excuse for me to get the divorce, I don’t need her anymore.”
You open your mouth to speak but your voice isn’t coming out for some reason, you start to panic, trying hard to scream just so they can hear you. He continues. “I used her, that’s all. And she was an incredible waste of time—“
“Y/N?”
You’re fuming and your tears are already streaming down your face, you try and move forward but you can’t, you feel yourself pinned to the floor and physically incapable of moving.
“She wasn’t even worth it.” She scoffs. “I don’t think she was worth wasting your time with her.”
“It was only you since the beginning.” He pulls her even closer, this doesn’t make sense. Aren’t they divorced?
“Y/N?” Namjoon nudges your shoulder and you finally open your eyes, he’s laying beside you and looking at you worriedly. “Are you okay?”
It takes you a second to clear your throat and rub your eyes, you even look around you trying to locate her. Your dreams seem so true that it’s starting to frighten you, twice in one day?
“Were you having a nightmare?” He asks, running his fingers through your hair. “Yeah.” You sit up and rub your eyes. You still can’t look at him in the eyes, as if you’re worried that you’d see the same mean look on his face.
“It’s alright.” He rubs your back and presses a soft kiss to your shoulder. “Hobi and Jungkook had breakfast and took off, there are a couple croissants left for you do you want me to reheat them?”
You look at your full body mirror to see his reflection, a little relieved that it was just a nightmare, you nod with your eyes closed and yawn. “Yes please, I just need to shower.”
Namjoon gladly gets up on his feet and heads to the kitchen while you take your shower. He’s been wanting to ask you something for the past couple of days but he’s a little hesitant. And of course he can’t ask you over the phone. This needs to be done in person.
And since the hearing is only a couple days away, today is the right time.
He puts the croissants into the microwave and washes your favorite mug that you used last night and makes you some coffee.
He’s a little nervous, the thing he wants to ask you is a little sensitive, and he’s anxious wondering how you may react, or if you’d even say yes or no.
He wants to think about this further more before actually asking you, but luckily today you got off of the shower really quick.
“Did you get breakfast?” You ask as you walk into the kitchen, the smell wafting is already making you drool. “Yeah, we passed by this bakery that opened a couple blocks away and decided to give it a try.”
“It smells good.” You pull back a chair and take a seat, he puts your plate in front of you and hands you your coffee. You need to take a few sips first to be able to function better.
“Did you sleep well?” He pulls the chair in front of you to take a seat and you nod. “Yeah, other than the nightmares.”
He laughs quietly and watches you dig into your food, but in his head contemplating whether he really should ask you or not. Fuck it.
“Does it taste good?” He tugs your wet hair behind your ear and you immediately answer. “Mhm.” With your mouth full.
He clears his throat and finally spits out. “I’ve been wanting to ask you for a favor, if you don’t mind.”
“Sure, what’s up?” Of course you won’t hesitate, you care about the man and you really wouldn’t mind helping him no matter what, regardless how you two feel about each other, but he feels like a close friend now, perhaps even more.
“I want you to come with me to Ilsan.” He looks at his own hands under the table. “It’s just for one night, we’ll fly back here the day after.”
You a sip of your coffee and ask him. “When?” Before taking another bite.
“Tomorrow.” He unsurely answers, his eyes looking up at you to study the way you react to what he’s about to spit out. “But uhm.. Jay’s.. Coming with us.”
Your mouth suddenly feels dry and you can barely swallow the food that you chewed on. You have so many questions you don’t even know where to start.
You grab your mug closer to your lips and take a sip to be able to swallow the bite before asking. “Why?”
Namjoon can clearly tell that you’re not really accepting the whole idea and he’s about to take it back, but he needs to explain before he does. “The hearing is happening in Seoul, I need to take him to Ilsan to stay at my parents’.”
“Hey, Joon don’t get me wrong, but I don’t think this is a good idea.” You push your plate away from you, your appetite is long gone. “It’s a little terrifying to be with him, no offense though.”
“None taken, but hey, he’s just a kid you don’t have to worry.” He leans forward onto the table. “I promise he’s the nicest kid you’ll ever meet.”
“I know he’s nice, but who am I to you? Don’t you think he’d ask that?”
He inhales through his nose before nodding his head. “I can’t send him away with his mother, that’s all.”
“And I’m not much better of a choice.” You shrug your shoulders.
“I’m scheduled to fly to Ilsan that day, I figured you’d just accompany him during the flight.” He smiles. “But it’s alright I’ll take a day off and send him there myself.”
You lean your back against the chair and cross your arms. “Now you’re making me feel guilty.”
He laughs and gets up onto his feet before walking towards you and leaning against the table. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you feel that way, you have the right to say no and I totally respect your decision.” Although he means it, you still roll your eyes. “Let me think about it before you take your day off.”
“Thank you.” He leans in closer to press a soft kiss onto your cheek, “Finish your food, I’ll do the dishes before I leave.”
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It took you so much to think this through, and with the short period of time you have, you had to make a quick decision whether you’d do it for him or not. It’s not like you’d mind doing him any favor, but this was a little too hard for you to accept.
You know his son is still young and may never remember the interaction you two may have, but no matter how much you tried to prepare yourself, you weren’t half ready.
Your job forced you to try and be good with kids, but even if you tried your best they still don’t like you first, funny enough you don’t like them too, they probably sense that from the beginning that’s why they don’t like you back.
You wanted to give Namjoon a hand so you decided on saying yes and packing your carry on to take with you. Your stomach was tingling and you barely got any sleep the night before, you threw on one of your caps to cover your tired bare face and made yourself some coffee before Namjoon gets to your place.
You’re seconds away from meeting the little one and you waking up grumpy didn’t help at all, so you made the effort to buy him a bag full of snacks for you two to have on board and a stuffed pilot teddy bear. He may not like you but he sure will love the excessive amount of candies you bought him, and you secretly bought the candies and the toy to bribe him to like you.
Not long after Namjoon calls you and you immediately answer and let him know that you’ll be right down, before you check your stove and lights and turn everything off, and locking your place to go downstairs.
Your stomach drops when you see the silhouette of his son in his car seat with an iPad in his little hand, it’s about to happen and you have no idea how to make it easier, you laugh at yourself, are you really panicking because of a young kid?
Namjoon gets out of the car when he spots you and walks closer to you to help you with your carry on, giving you a hug that you barely get to reciprocate and a kiss on your cheek. “Jesus Namjoon, not in front of your son.”
He drags your luggage to the trunk of his car and you’re a little terrified to get in the car when he’s not in it, your eyes sneak to the back seat to gaze at the kid, your heart shatters at the fact that he’s going to go through his parents’ divorce when he’s too young.
Your gaze wanders all over his face, he looks a little like his father, he has his eyes, and their noses are a little similar. Namjoon snaps the train of your thoughts when he tells you to get inside. You open the car door and get in. You made sure to keep the gift you got him in your hand so you can give it to him on your way there.
“Aren’t you cold?” You try and divert your attention just to relax a little, Namjoon seems to understand what you’re trying to do, a little grin creeps on his face before he looks in the rear mirror. “Jay aren’t you going to say hi?”
You look at Namjoon when you hear him squeal at the little one. Of course you know he’s a father long time ago, but you never saw him… Fathering.
The little one hums, totally used to be talked to like that by his father, still too occupied with the tablet in his hand, Namjoon speaks again. “Jay?”
“Yeah?” You finally hear his soft voice, you gather the will to turn and look at him. “Hi.” You wave your hand, gosh this is getting too awkward for you.
Your eyes meet and he blinks a couple of times before his hand travels to his mouth, he looks at his father who has his eyes on the road and of course he doesn’t answer you, it’s quite normal for a child his age to have and feel stranger danger.  “What’s your name?”
His face is still alarmed as he studies your features, his eyes turning to his father every now and then, you cross your arms and shrug your shoulder before you tease him. “I got you a little gift, but you have to tell me your name first.”
Namjoon gasps and looks at his son in the rear mirror. “She got you a gift, do you wanna tell her your name?”
The little one mumbles his name, rubbing his eyes and looking at you through his fingers, “I love your name, mine is Y/N.” You reach out your hand to shake his, he puts his hand out slowly to shake yours and you force out a shaky laugh, you’re still nervous. “Do you want to have your gift now?”
He nods and you take out the little teddy to show it to him, Namjoon sneaks a look at the teddy and finds it adorable when you move its arms. “Doesn’t this teddy look like daddy?”
Jay laughs which overwhelms you and you feel your chest full, you relax a little and laugh with him while nodding your head. “It does, right?” You ask.
“Are you calling me daddy?” Namjoon whispers with a smirk on his face, you roll your eyes and hit his arm playfully. “That’s gross.”
“Can I have it please?” Jay asks, reaching his hand to grab the teddy and you gladly hand it to him, “What do you say?” Namjoon asks his son and Jay mumbles. “Thank you.”
“I also got us a bag of snacks and lots of candies for us to have when we’re in the sky.” You show him the bag. “Only you and I, we’re not giving daddy any of them.”
“No, I’ll give daddy my candies.” Namjoon would squeeze Jay into his arms and kiss his face endlessly if he wasn’t driving.
You face forward and anxiety creeps back on you, things went great a second ago because Namjoon is sitting with you two, but once you fly you’re going to be alone with the kid and that’s what’s frightening you right now.
Your face sits in your palm and you feel your heart racing. Gosh what if he throws a tantrum? What if he needs to pee? Oh no, you’re panicking.
Your behavior became too familiar to Namjoon and he knows exactly what’s going on through your head, he doesn’t even need to ask, he leans his elbow on the center console between you too and leans a little closer to whisper. “Don’t over think anything, it’ll be okay I promise.”
You can’t even force a smile out when you look at him, you just nod your head unsurely and look back on the road.
You regret saying yes to the whole thing when you look at the time on your wrist, it’s still early in the afternoon, you could be working out now or planning your day with your friends or simply just plopping down on your couch until your ass prints on it.
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Not too long after you get to the airport, it takes you a couple seconds to pick up the courage and walk next to Namjoon who’s holding his son’s hand and walking towards the check in counter, the workers seem to be familiar with Namjoon and some are even his friends, so they check you two in within a few seconds.
The three of you head to sit in one of the coffee shops near your gate and get yourselves coffee. “Are you okay?”
“I don’t know if I am.” You hug your own stomach. “What if he needs something that I can’t help him with? What if he needs the bathroom?”
He simply shrugs. “He can go to the bathroom on his own.”
“What if he cries?”
“Why would he cry?” He blinks twice, “He has everything he needs, his tablet and snacks and toys. He’ll be okay.”
“I rarely travel with anyone, let alone travel with a kid.” You sip your coffee and turn your head to look at the young boy who’s in the play area with another kid.
“It’s fine, the flight is less than an hour, we’ll be there before you know it.” He rests his elbows down on the table and leans in closer to you. “I’m worried over you more than I’m worried over him.” He laughs.
You playfully hit his arm before crossing your arms. “Don’t get me wrong, I like him and he’s pretty cute, I’m just not used to being close with kids.”
Of course Namjoon was anxious himself, he was genuinely worried that you can’t handle his son or that his son may actually find it hard to be around you, you’re still a stranger to him after all. But Namjoon tries to convince himself, that so far everything seems surprisingly okay.
The thing that’s worrying him the most is what’s worrying you too, he has to leave you two alone during the flight and he doesn’t know how that’s going to go.
Every minute felt like an hour and you finally check in and board the plane, Namjoon was kind enough to put your luggage in the overhead bin, he made sure you two got seated before he leans down and buckles up Jay. “Daddy will be back before you know it, are you going to be okay with Y/N?”
You roll your eyes on the inside, as if there’s another option.
Little Jay looks at you once before blinking back at his father, he looks back at you and bobs his head into a slight faint nod, before rubbing his eyes and looking back at his dad.
Things don’t look okay to you, your chest feels heavy and your heart even skips a beat, you feel your breath quickening and your palms are getting sweatier each second. You wish you could call everything off and get off the plane, but it’s a little too late.
Namjoon looks at you, and again with him being too familiar with your attitude and behavior, he knows what’s going on inside your head and he can easily tell you’re more anxious and nervous than the kid, his hand sits on top of yours, he squeezes it softly before whispering. “I’ll see you in an hour, don’t worry.”  Then said goodbye to his child and went into the cockpit.
You clear your throat repeatedly and look through the window, you feel a pair of eyes piercing through the side of your face, slowly but surely you turn your head and see the little kid’s eyes on you, he’s a little startled at the fact he was caught staring so he turns his face away fast, pretending to be occupied with the teddy in his hand.
It hurts, it physically hurts you.
You gulp and look back through your window and you could swear you can hear your heartbeat in your ears and through your back, you even shift in your sweat to avoid feeling your heartbeat, you feel suffocated by the weird aura and you find it hard to catch a breath, you never saw this coming, you should’ve said no from the beginning to avoid being put in this kind of situation.
Your hand sits over your chest and you purse your lips and release a forced long breath. Jay’s eyes burn through the side of your face again and you snap your head quickly back at him this time. He thinks it’s some type of a joke or he might be enjoying the stress he puts you in, hence that little smile that creeps on his face.
Is that his father’s dimples?
“Do you want a snack?” You barely speak, he shakes his head left and right while looking at the bag of snacks. “Are you daddy’s friend?”
A little startled by the question, but you immediately nod. “Yeah.”
“How did you meet?”
In a club, we flirted back and forth, we slept together without your mother knowing.
“Oh, daddy and I met in the library, him and I grabbed the same book.” What an excellent liar you are. “Do you have any friends?”
“Yes, I have friends in Seoul and I have friends in Ilsan.” He nods. “But I love my friends in Seoul more.”
You’re a little relieved that the conversation is ongoing and it doesn’t feel as awkward as before, you reach for the bag of snacks and take out the little yellow pack of M&Ms and open it, you were a little hesitant to feed him sweets and chocolates because it may backfire on you. But the hell with it, you were craving something sweet.
“You’re lucky you have friends in both cities, I only have friends in Seoul.”
You know kids say the first thing that comes up to their mind, so the little kid suddenly spits out. “Mommy said I shouldn’t go with daddy anywhere, but she let me go to Ilsan with him.”
“Why wouldn’t she let you go with daddy?”
“She doesn’t like daddy and she says he’s a bad person.” He laughs, the kid fucking laughs and you just watch him. It takes you a moment to ask him. “And do you think daddy’s a bad person?”
Clearly Namjoon’s screwed up relationship with his wife reflects on his son, how come a three year old can talk about such things?
“No, he’s fun and I love him.”
The seatbelt sign lights up and you hear Namjoon talk through the speakers, you nudge Jay and whisper. “Listen, that’s daddy’s voice.”
The little one gets excited when he hears his father that he jumps slightly in his seat, you find it adorable but you still feel bad for him.
“Cabin crew please be seated for takeoff.” Namjoon finally speaks and shuts the speaker, you flinch when Jay lifts up the arm rest that’s between you two and sits closer to you. “Are you okay?”
“I don’t like when the plane moves fast.” He whines, he’s even on the verge of crying and you can see tears accumulating in his eyes. You panic and hesitate a little before wrapping an arm around him, his face sits on your chest and you feel your body stiffening. You were never hugged like that.
Never have you ever thought about kids throughout your life, you never even thought how many kids you wanted or what would you name them because they were completely off the table, but Jay’s closeness made you feel weird, it’s a feeling you’ve never experienced before, and to be honest, it’s not bad at all.
You find yourself hugging him closer and this time you’re rubbing his back softly and repeatedly reassuring him that it’s okay.
The plane finally takes off and since the weather was windy outside, the turbulence was awful even you were terrified for a second, but you had to mask it all away for the sake of the child in your arms.
Almost 20 minutes into the flight and you feel your eyelids getting heavier, you didn’t sleep well the night before so you just decide on napping during what’s left of the flight, since Jay is already snoring on your lap.
Namjoon feels a little relieved since he doesn’t hear any children crying in the cabin, he even sent a few flight attendants to your seats and he was informed that you two were sleeping and they didn’t want to disturb.
You and Namjoon still cannot be seen in public, and Ilsan wasn’t that big as well, and his parents live in a small part of the city that everyone is familiar with each other, so you being there and shown in public of course can’t be good to him since her family also lives there.
You two decided it was a better if he drove you to the hotel and then took Jay to his family house, and that’s what he did, his family did insist that he should go inside so they could see their son one last time before the hearing but he did make up an excuse to go back to you.
“Y/N?” You hear his voice when the key card clicks and the door closes seconds after, you walk out of the bathroom with the toothbrush still inside your mouth. “Hmm?”
He takes a couple steps closer to kiss you on the cheek. “How was your flight?”
“It was okay.” You walk back into the bathroom to rinse your mouth and dry your hair, he’s shifting in his spot and leaning against the bathroom door with his arms crossed, you turn towards him and your eyes meet. “I’m truly sorry.”
“What for?” You find his apology unexpected and you don’t recall what would make him apologize. “For the whole Jay thing, and for making you stay at the hotel when I’m supposed to show you around the city.”
You walk towards him and help him loosen his tie before taking it off of him. “I know I was scared first, and he totally scared me when you first left us, but he was cute, although I can’t lie I’m a little thankful that he fell asleep.” You put the tie over your shoulder and walk back towards the bathroom mirror. “And we can consider this a little staycation, we’re alone and away, just like you always wanted.”
 “Alone and away.” He smiles while crossing his arms, you smile back at his reflection when you dry your hair with your towel, he’s standing behind you as his eyes burn through the entire back of your body, even when you were covered with your bathrobe, he could easily draw a picture of you naked in his head and he already is.
His eyes travel through the back of your neck that he’s been wanting to kiss the entire time and bruise it with hickeys, down to your shoulders and back, that he so desperately wants to lick it all the way down to your ass, his body automatically moves closer behind you, you stifle your grin at his reflection and continue drying your hair, totally acting clueless on what he’s doing or trying to do. His hands sit on your hips and he hugs your ass closer towards his clothed boner.
“I miss you.” He buries his face into the crook of your neck and takes a long inhale, filling his lungs with the arousing scent of yours, even when you just came out of the shower smelling like your body lotion, he can still smell your natural body odor when it’s layers away, he’s drugged by it.
His mouth hovers over your pulse and he presses a soft kiss over it to feel your quickening heartbeat over his lips, “You seem so tense baby.”
You giggle and put the towel down. “It’s because I am, my neck feels sore thanks to the nap I took earlier.” You grab your hand cream and rub some onto your hand.
“Let me give you a massage.” He suggests and pulls back, clearly swallowing since he’s salivating just by the idea, you innocently nod your head at his reflection and watch him disappear out of the bathroom, you follow him out to see him standing near the window to close the curtains. “Lay down.”
His face is already glistening with sweat as his body is pumping blood everywhere, including his throbbing dick that’s jailed in his pants that are slowly getting tighter, your stomach drops in excitement when you know what’s about to happen, and honestly you felt like this only when you’re with him. You feel the need to savor every moment with him.
You walk towards the bed and plop into it face down, positioning yourself comfortably in the middle of it and hugging the pillow under your head. His footsteps towards the bed is an experience you’ve never felt before, your face is suddenly flushed red and you feel your heart skipping a beat when nothing even happened yet, your hormones are most certainly making an impact on you, and this is something you’ve never had before.
The mattress sinks under his knee and he throws his other leg to the other side of your body, straddling your covered ass and gently putting his body weight down. This is exactly what he imagined in his heat, only this feels better now that it’s real.
“Are you comfortable?” His voice tone so soft and sweet, yet still deep enough for you to press your thighs against each other. “Mhm.” You answer, nodding into the pillow, his hands run all the way from your wrists up to your shoulders before he collects your hair into his hand and pushes it to the side, following with a single wet kiss onto your ear. He rubs your shoulders and slowly loosens the robe from around them just to expose enough for him to be able to massage you.
His warm hands sit over your shoulders and kneads your skin and muscles softly, making you relax your body and bite onto your lip, a little too shy to make any sound even when you’re enjoying it, he can’t see you biting your own lip but he can feel your breathing pattern change immediately, a smirk slowly creeps on his face as he whispers. “Does it feel good?”
“Yeah.” You didn’t mean for it to sound like that, it sounded way more like a moan than a regular answer. “Clearly you’re enjoying this more than I thought you would.”
You bury your face into the pillow to laugh, reaching your hand behind to playfully hit his big thigh. “Stop it.”
He moves further down to your back and continues kneading your muscles, it feels both so good and so arousing, you can feel his hot fingers through the thick fabric of your robe and they feel so good on your body.
“Mmm.” Escapes your closed lips, you don’t even regret it because you know that he’s enjoying it too, you can’t ignore the hardness that’s pressed against your ass after all.
He crawls down to straddle your lower thighs, his hands now moving to your ass, squeezing onto both your ass cheeks with both his hands, his poor bottom lip sits between his teeth and he can’t but lift your robe up to expose your lovely ass that he’s been dreaming about.
His hands move to your wet cunt to rub your clit with his thumb, your body shudders immediately and fully tenses into his hands, your fist gripping tighter onto the pillow, he spits on his other hand and moves his fingers down to your entrance, rubbing it with two digits and slowly pushing one inside followed by the other one, your jaw slowly drops down when you feel his long fingers rub against your wall, his thumb still rubbing your clit in the same slow pattern.
You can feel the way your walls stretch around his fingers and so can he, the second you move your ass up to grind against his fingers he pulls them out of you to insert them back in again, which makes him smirk and ask, his voice coming out in a whisper. “How does it feel?”
“Good.” You whisper back, your cunt takes him so well when he curls his fingers against your spot which makes you arch your back and gasp, the pressure he’s putting onto your clit increases at the same time and you feel yourself getting close.
“So good.” You add and hug the pillow tighter, he takes his fingers out which makes you nearly about to whine, you feel the bed sinking near your calves and feet when he crawls down, his lips land on the curve of your ass for a soft kiss and he spreads both butt cheeks to bury his face in there, his tongue tracing all the way from your clit to your puckered hole and it drives him feral when your juices sit on his tongue, you taste so sweet to him and he can never get enough of you.
He moves his face left and right to add friction to your clit with his tongue which makes you gasp and lean onto your elbows, turning your head to glance at him, your hand reaches the back of his head and you tug onto his hair while he’s still eating you out like it’s his last day alive.
He pulls back and grabs you by your hips to turn you on your back, his eyes aim on your lips and he immediately devours into them, and you reciprocate right away, your lips melt together in a deep kiss, his tongue slowly invading your mouth as his hand sits on the side of your face and yours sits on his shoulder and you shamelessly move it down to grope his big buff covered chest, your hand working to unbutton the rest of his shirt and pull it off of one shoulder.
He pulls back and looks down at your fingers working to take it off, your eyes land on his plump lips when he licks them once and bite onto his lower one gently when you scratch your nails onto his hot skin, his gaze meets yours and he leans back in to kiss you again, this time moving further down to your neck and chest, licking and sucking small spots to bruise them like he imagined it in his head.
He unties your robe and finally throws it off of you, leaving you entirely naked under him, your hard nipples are the first thing his eyes lands on and without a second thought he dives in, licking your hard nipple once and putting it between his lips, sucking on it with his eyes locked onto yours.
You throw your head back when your face flushes even more, you find it hard to keep the eye contact and for some reason your heart beats faster when you try and lock eyes with him.
He teases your nipple with soft bites, earning a look from you even when you barely can, the look on your face makes him go insane, your eyebrows formed into a frown and your mouth slightly open, your plump glistening lips that he can’t get enough of. He cannot wait to feel them around his angry cock.
He sucks onto your nipple while squeezing your other breast hard, his mouth moving to your under boob to suck on your skin hard enough for it to mark a dark purple color, everything feels good and overwhelming to you, your hands move to his hair to comb it with your fingers, your eyes focused on his mouth that’s moving on your skin.
Moving further down he kisses all the way to your belly button, before spreading your legs apart to press a kiss onto your clit again, you’re embarrassingly wet that you feel the need to close your legs but you can’t with his face in there.
He uses two fingers to spread open your pussy and again devours it like he hadn’t a few minutes ago, this time his tongue pushing further into your entrance which makes your eyelids feel heavy and your chest rise dramatically. “Mmm.”
And he’s more than satisfied to hear you enjoying this which doesn’t stop him, your throbbing bud sits into his mouth as he sucks the life out of you and you feel yourself so close to cumming, your entrance clenching repeatedly at the pleasure and your stomach tightening. “Don’t stop.”
Of course he doesn’t. He holds onto your hips tighter with one arm and reaches his other hand to shove his middle finger inside you, you let out a sharp gasp at the immense amount of pleasure that you missed so much, you sit up on your elbows and start rolling your hips against his face, his eyes are locked onto yours the entire time and he’s enjoying it more than you thought he would, he’s a couple strokes away from cumming it he would touch his dick.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you drop back against the mattress when you feel yourself finally cumming, your legs close around his head which ends up pulling closer to your cunt. “Holy fuck.” You take a few seconds to breathe again as your entire body finally relaxes.
And of course he doesn’t waste the chance to lick you clean, every single drop that sits on his tongue tastes like absolute honey to him, he prints a soft kiss onto your clit and climbs back up to you, kissing you softly on the lips and cupping your cheeks, “Do you want me to keep going?”
And it confuses you for a second, why would he think you want to stop?
“Mhm.” You nod your head, even when you could need a minute, but fuck it you were greedy for him.
He moves down to your neck to kiss it, his hot breath against your skin sends shivers through your entire body, he grabs your hand into his and leads it down to his pants, positioning it right on top of his covered bulge, your hand moves automatically and you rub it through the fabric, creathing small strokes that seem to be not enough for him, he starts thrusting his hips against your hands, his breathing slowly changing with each thrust. “I’m gonna cum.”
You pull your hand back which makes him subtly laugh even when seems fucked, his eyes half open and his tongue loose. He sits up onto his knees and unbuckles his pants to pull it down with his boxers, leaving him naked and sitting between your legs, he leans back in to kiss your neck and whisper. “Grab it again.”
You hesitate a little since you know he’s already close, but he whispers again. “It’s okay.”
And you grab his cock into your hand again, his precum already escaping his angry dick, you so innocently wrap your fingers around his shaft even when they barely close, and stroke the head slowly, making sure to smear the precum to make the pumping easier for both of you.
His jaw drops and he again rolls his hips to fuck your hand, one hand supporting him to not fully land on you and the other grabbing onto your breast, “Fuck your hand feels so good baby.” He hardly speaks between his short breaths, he bites softly onto your neck and hums again, his thrusts moving faster into your hand and he shoots his heavy load onto your hips and stomach. “Ah.. Shit-“
His thrusts halt down slowly as his cock still shoots out the last few ribbons of seed onto your skin, it felt good to make him cum using just your hand but at the same time you were a little disappointed that he’s done.
He grabs your face into his hands and delivers a couple soft pecks onto your lips as he leans his forehead against yours. “Do you want me to keep going now?”
Of course he knew you were a little sore before, so he gave you some time to calm down which led to him cumming, but of course he’s not nearly done yet until he finishes what you two need. “Yes.” You answer.
And he gets up onto his feet to walk towards his carry on, unzipping it and digging through it to grab out a condom, he gets back on the bed and positions himself between your legs and hands you the condom, you rip the foil package with your teeth and take it out, then toss the package carelessly on the floor.
The view was arousing to Namjoon, not only the fact that he’s seconds away to pounding you, but the view of you carefully handling his cock and helping him with the condom could easily make him bust a nut again, his boner won’t go down when he didn’t have enough, he’s still starving for you.
You unroll the condom along his shaft and hug your legs closer to your chest to give him the space, he leans forward to give you one single kiss before he positions the tip to your entrance.
 even when you’re right there in front him doing something truly unholy, he finds you so fucking adorable when you look at his cock in anticipation, your eyes blinking innocently, you were already fucked up, your hair was sticking to your neck as you got sweaty throughout the night.
He bucks his hips forward to insert the tip in which makes you hold your breath at the sudden stretch, your hand presses onto his lower stomach before you grab his cock and pull it out, still keeping it pointed to your entrance. “Slow please.” You whisper as he pushes in slower than before, your folds take him so well and your clenching cunt welcomes him in, even when it’s only the head still it feels magnificent.
You gulp and throw your head back to exhale, “Are you okay?” He tugs your hair behind your ear and runs his thumb on your bottom lip, you nod your head and look back at his cock inside you, fuck it’s only the head and you feel yourself you can barely take it, it’s been so long since you felt him inside you.
He pushes his cock further inside ever so slowly still giving you some time to adjust to his girth, “Rub that pussy for me.” And you move your hand right away to your mouth to lick your fingers and reach for your clit to rub it slowly, you relax a little and he’s able to push inside until he’s balls deep, which makes you cover your mouth with the back of your other hand. “Mmm.”
The constant clenching around his cock is driving him crazy, your walls are getting much tighter around him repeatedly and if you can’t control your muscles to stop it, he can’t promise that he’ll last longer than a couple minutes.
“Fuck.” He whispers and leans his forehead against yours, “That’s it.” He’s pressing hard on his teeth as he finds it hard to control himself and not slam into you hard. He pulls back, leaving the head still inside before pushing back in slowly. “Is that good for you?”
“Mhm.” You hug your legs tighter towards your chest and nod your head to him, signaling him to keep going, he pulls back again to start thrusting his cock ever so slowly but repeatedly inside you, the pressure builds inside your stomach and it feels so good, but it’s not driving you to your edge like you anticipated, you thought it was just a matter of time.
The speed of his thrusts gradually takes up, still careful enough to not hurt you or feel any discomfort, a little do you know, Namjoon himself can’t feel you well with the barrier, but at least you’re enjoying it he thinks.
“Shit.” You gasp when you feel the tip of his cock hitting your spot and rubbing against it with each thrust, he takes it as a sign to go faster and he does, slamming inside you repeatedly, the tightness around his cock feels so good but it’s still missing something.
“Namjoon.” You breathlessly call out his name while pushing your hair off of your face, he looks at you worriedly thinking that you’re hurting so he slows down and looks into your eyes.
“Lose the condom.”
“Wh.. What?”
“Take it, please just take it off.” You run your fingers through your own hair. “I can’t feel anything.”
“Are you sure?” He leans his palm behind you on the mattress and leans forward to kiss your jaw. “Yes please.”
He sits back up and pulls out of you, unrolling the condom off of his shaft and throwing it down on the bed beside you, before he leans back in to hover his lips over your jaw, positioning the tip to your entrance and pushing back in slowly.
Both of you release a sigh of relief, it finally feels as good as it should be. “Fuck.” You feel the tip hit your spot again and your nails dig into his skin, and in a snap of a finger you feel yourself so close to your edge just by the feeling of his bare skin inside you.
Pleasure washes through your entire bodies, you hold your breath when he starts moving inside you with a not so slow pace, his teeth nibbling on your jaw as he whispers. “Good girl, you’re taking it so well.”
You hold onto his hair in one hand and still dig your nails into his skin deeper, slowly scratching your way down his back. The stretch inside you feel insanely good and the constant rubbing against your spot makes the knot inside your stomach so close to snapping.
Your juices were already leaking onto his cock making it glide so easily in and out of you, “Your tight pussy is taking it so well baby girl isn’t it?” He leans his nose against your ear and you can hear every single breath that escapes his lips with each thrusts. “You look so beautiful when you’re being fucked like that.”
His dirty mouth and hot breath against your sensitive ear sends shivers throughout your entire body, your eyelids feel heavy and they even close, you’re seconds away from reaching your end when you hear the sinful sounds resonate through the entire hotel room, his sweaty skin slamming against yours that’s damp, his breaths and little moans and whimpers he lets out as he feels the same immense pleasure that you’re experiencing.
“I’m gonna cum.” You announce which makes him pull out and grab you by your hips, turning you to land on your hands and knees. He spits on his own hand and rubs your entrance, before pushing his cock back inside you, this time fucking you fearless knowing that you feel good with the stretch.
And off of the top of your lungs you moan his name and arch his back, you could swear you can see stars and your ears even buzz, “Fuck, Namjoon, please—“
He wholeheartedly spanks your ass and grabs onto your ass cheek to dig his fingers into your flesh, he even throws his head back and a grunt escapes his lips when you keep clenching around him. “You’re gonna make me cum baby.”
“Please don’t stop.” You twist the bed sheets into your fists and your toes even curl, he grabs your hair into his hand and pulls you closer so your back meets his chest, he devours into your ear and whispers. “Aren’t you a little too greedy huh?” You can hear a smirk in his words, he reaches his other hand to rub your clit while still pounding inside you, his torso continuously slamming against your ass, at this point you’re positive someone may have heard you through these thin walls.
Your knot finally snaps and you feel your stomach relax as you release down his cock, his name escapes your mouth and it’s barely heard but it makes him even fuck you faster through your orgasm, your clenching gets worse around his dick as you’re creaming on him, he’s only a split second after you as he starts shooting out his load inside you, your chest heaves up and down as it feels so fucking good to be filled to the brim by Namjoon.
“Fuck—“ There’s no time to panic and think about what he just did, he’s releasing harder than ever inside you, this is something he secretly wanted to do long time ago but he thought that there may be certain outcomes that might make him regret his decision now.
A little laugh escapes your mouth as you turn on your back with his cock still inside you, he mirrors your laugh and looks down to see the mess before pulling out of you, both of your eyes watch your stretched cunt release Namjoon’s juices mixed with yours in awe, you can’t believe this just happened and you can’t believe that you actually enjoyed it.
He leans down to clean you with his own mouth, licking the juices off of you which makes you flinch and whimper, you’re too sore for anything more. He climbs up to share it with you and it tastes heavenly, your lips melt together in a soft kiss as he presses his body against yours.
His eyes travel between yours and he feels himself so close to saying it, he’s not sure if it’s the sex that just happened or what, but it’s so close to escape his mouth and he holds it back.
There will be a right time to say it, and he can’t wait.
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omg HELLO i am in love with your one-shots, could you please do mommy!nat touching herself while watching photos of the reader’s nude pics of her? ITS OKAY IF YOU DONT DO IT
Pretty photos.
Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Summary: Based on request (sorry this isn't exactly what you requested, most of my fics rely heavily off of dialogue and natasha being on her own wouldn’t have any of that, so the fic would be kinda boring, so i made it into a phone call, hope that's ok and that you like the fic. Thank you so much for requesting <33) also holy fuck balls, I love your fics too
Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Older!Natasha, Smut, Innocent!reader, Mommy!Natasha, Masturbation, phone sex.
Words: 759
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Missing u mommy. Can't stop thinking bout u :(
Natasha had been staring at the message for at least 10 minutes now, laying in her bed alone. It almost seemed unreal to her. Her innocent little angel sending explicit photos to her in the middle of the day with no warning whatsoever was a locked away fantasy of hers, a dream that she never thought would come true, but it had. 
You had solemnly left Natasha earlier today, having to go to your parents house for the weekend. Natasha was hesitant to let you leave, wanting to come with you but you didn’t like the idea of your father meeting your girlfriend who was the same age as him.
She took off her pants and underwear as soon as you sent it, being on the run, alone in Norway, there was no risk to fucking herself anymore. Her slender fingers caressed her arousal and smeared it over her clit. Her breath picked up and got heavy when she started rubbing herself whilst looking at the photos you had sent her. 
The first one could be taken as innocent, your hair down framing your face, Natashas oversized sweater covering your torso and upper thigh. Unbeknownst to Natasha, you weren't wearing anything underneath her sweater and had been rubbing yourself on the sleeves (that smelt of her) for the last half an hour. 
The second one was a little more promiscuous. You had brought the sweater up so she could see that you weren't wearing anything underneath. There was a clear glisten of wetness coating your thighs. God what she would give to lick that off your bare skin. 
The third one was to a whole new extreme. You must have gained some confidence as the sweater had come off, your tits were dressed in pretty white lace (complimenting your complexion) and you had forgone any panties. The phone was held in your left hand, pointing at the mirror and your left was buried in between your slick-covered thighs.
Her breathing got heavier as she fucked herself harder. 
Mommy can’t stop thinking about you either, sweet angel. You look so pretty in those photos for me. Making mommy want to fly over just to fuck you dumb.
The read receipts showed up, then three bubbles at the bottom of the screen. Natasha's heart jumped 
[incoming call from ‘mommy’s angel <3’]
Natasha immediately clicked the answer and the first thing you heard was her heavy breathing. Sadly there was no video attached so she kept the third photo on her screen instead, imagining that's what you were currently doing. 
“Hi, mommy.” you whispered out meekly, embarrassed about what you had sent.
“Fuck, angel. You’ve got mommy all worked up sending those pretty photos.” Natasha moaned out, her fingers speeding up at the sound of your voice.
“Missed you, tried to cum but can’t do it without you.” you whimpered when you realised what she was doing. “Need my mommy's help, I can only cum with you.”
“Aww, sweetheart. Has mommy broken you? My poor little girl not being able to cum without her mommy's help. S’ok baby.” she slurred. “Mommy's here now, want to carry on pleasing yourself for me?”
“Don’t know how.” you heard a sloppy sound on the other side of the call. 
“Rub your clit with your middle finger, for me. Up and down just how mommy does it when we are together.” Natasha instructed. You did as she said and started fingering at your clit. “Keep talking, baby. Let mommy hear your voice.”
“Can’t, mommy. My parents are downstairs.” you whispered. Natasha moaned at the thought of you sneaking away from your family dinner to talk to her and bucked her hips off the bed.
“Oh, poor baby. Just keep rubbing yourself for me. Mommy is so close, angel. You going to cum with me?” Natasha was desperate to cum but didn’t want to leave you out. Her moans got louder and breaths got heavier and a sticky sound was coming out of the phone. “Can you hear how wet you make me, baby? Mommy’s dripping onto the bed thinking about all the ways I can ruin your pretty little head.”
Without being able to stop it, Natasha came with a moan of your name. This pushed you over the edge and you bit into your bedsheets to stop yourself from screaming. 
“Thank you for sending those photos to me. I'm so proud of you for having the confidence, always such a good girl for mommy.”
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oceanfossil · 1 year
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hi everyone please block @/scaryscarecrow they are extremely ableist and really weird about antiromanyism. also their friend @/doggyguy.
receipts under the cut (MAJOR tw for ableism directed towards autistic ppl, psychotic ppl, systems, + more. also a very triggering unreality post. i am being so serious here please only read the receipts if you are 100% okay with seeing all of these things)
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i can feel you laughing under my skin
a short(ish) & unsettling little fic about lawrence finding himself crowded out of his own body, for the sawtober day thirty prompt 'together'
this one goes out to my brother. why the fuck do you like steven moffat's jekyll so much you weirdo. love you.
cw for unreality/mind fuckery stuff, possibly dub/noncon in the sense of lawrence's possessed body being used for some (solo) sexual stuff without his knowledge. just a general all round lack of consent for taking lawrence's body on joyrides.
fic collection on ao3 / on tumblr
prompt list
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“Aren’t you, like, a cancer doctor?” asked Amanda, apropos of nothing.
Lawrence frowned. “Oncologist – yes? Why?”
She snorted. “Just weird. Seeing a cancer doc smoke. Like seeing a priest at a strip club.”
Lawrence blinked, and looked down at his hand. The cigarette clasped loosely between his fingers that he certainly did not remember lighting. “What the…” he dropped it on the pavement and ground it out under his heel.
“Since when do you smoke, anyway?”
He stared down at the squashed, lightly smouldering remains. “I don’t.”
*
It was the first such incident, but wouldn’t be the last. Over the following weeks Lawrence experienced more snatches of lost time wherein he came to with a cigarette in his hand. In between, he experienced the irritable itches of a nicotine craving he’d never put in the work to develop. Shakes and tremors in his hands that on more than one occasion forced him to step out of the operating room to steady himself.
Maybe this was the infamous mental breakdown his wife had promised him, before she left and took Diana with her. Although blacking out long enough to not only smoke cigarettes but also go out and acquire them seemed bizarre; he’d assumed he must be finding them, perhaps left lying around by colleagues, until he found a receipt for a packet from a nearby bodega in his suit pocket. The phenomenon was worrying enough that he started buying and wearing nicotine patches, hoping that whatever subconscious craving had formed would be satiated and he’d stop losing time.
He awoke from his next episode to find the patch he’d applied that morning had been ripped away, angrily, nothing left behind but a tender patch of pink skin on his upper arm.
*
The cigarettes were bad enough.
The bloody knuckles were worse.
He stared, lost for words, at the mess of grazed skin and dried blood on the back of his hands. There was dust there, too, white and chalky. The nearby dent in the drywall of his apartment seemed a likely suspect.
This wasn’t just worrying, it was unacceptable; his hands were his instruments, his livelihood. He couldn’t be going into fugue states and destroying them without even realising it.
Hypnotherapy was out, he decided as he carefully disinfected and dressed his wounds. The surrendering of control was unappealing enough; the idea that he might let slip the nature of his work with John while under the influence was even moreso. Standard therapy may go a certain way towards fixing it, but probably not quickly; and who knew what he’d do to himself before they got it sorted?
The unfortunate fact was that Lawrence was a specialist in bodies and diseases; not in the inner workings of the human mind. He couldn’t chemotherapy his way out of PTSD, or whatever this was. And he couldn’t neatly slice it out with a scalpel, either.
He decided to sleep on it, mull over his options. It was too late at night to make any appointments anyway.
But he bundled his hands tightly in thick, soft gloves before retiring to bed. Just in case.
*
The wall-punching incident, thankfully, did not occur again. But it was far from the end of Lawrence’s lost pockets of time. Smoking was his most-common blackout vice, but he also woke at times to find himself flicking through cassette tapes in the local music store, or petting filthy stray cats. Sometimes he just found himself lying on the couch, feeling indescribably angry and morose, with no clue how or why he got there.
His temper had gotten shorter, more unpredictable. He’d always prided himself on having his unpleasant emotions on a tight leash, but now he found himself lashing out in anger at the slightest upset. He’d nearly had knives thrown at him by Amanda on more than three occasions due to his sudden inability to shut his goddamn mouth. He was having mood swings, cycling between anger and shallow depression with alarming regularity. He was feeling restless, fidgety. And, if he was being honest, sexually frustrated. It was like being in his damn twenties again, feeling lost and confused, scrambling for footholds in everyday life. Feeling everything a little too much, yet to grow a thicker skin. Feeling hot and bothered, all pent up with no easy outlet.
One evening, he woke up from a pocket of lost time to find himself slouched on the sofa. Pants unzipped, hand in his underwear, TV switched to an adult channel he hadn’t been aware of as an option on his cable package. One that, quite notably, seemed not to feature women in its casting.
He switched it off, and wondered if it was too late to rule out unaddressed sexuality crisis as the culprit for this mess.
*
It was the little things that started to truly tip him over the edge. Little irregularities that he couldn’t square with reality, or with what he knew of mental health issues and personality disorders.
It was looking down, and swearing for an instant that his fingers had doubled, ten blunt nails on one hand scraping at his own flesh.
It was the phantom of an extra heartbeat in his chest, staggered a half-beat behind his own.
It was pressing a hand to his tight, aching ribs, and feeling extra ridges, extra divots, like his bones were splitting – or multiplying.
It was the constant headache, like his brain was being forced up against the walls of his skull.
One day, it grew to be too much. He took Amanda aside, and made an unorthodox request. And she frowned, and mocked him; but she must have seen the derangement in his eyes, because she agreed nonetheless.
And on that day Lawrence stepped into his apartment, and let Amanda lock him in with his own key; under strict orders not to come back for at least two days, no matter what.
He was getting to the bottom of this, once and for all.
*
Lawrence wasn’t exactly a tech wizard, but the sales clerk at the shop had been very helpful. It wasn’t too much of a hassle to get the cameras set up at tactical points around his apartment. One in the living room, the bedroom, the kitchen. He’d considered the bathroom as well, but decided that wasn’t footage he was eager to watch back.
With his surveillance mounted and his plans for the next two days cancelled or postponed, there was nothing left to do but wait.
At around the thirty-two hour mark with no episode, he wondered if he’d somehow cured himself with a little proactive paranoia.
At the thirty-three hour mark, Lawrence stopepd thinking altogether.
*
Hour forty-two. Lawrence awoke to a cigarette in his hand, and no idea how it could’ve possibly gotten there with all the exits from the apartment locked.
He grabbed his crutch, and all but sprinted for his cameras.
*
The living room footage seemed the place to start, as that’s where he was when he blacked out and came to. He skipped over the first few tapes, the ones he remembered changing out or rewinding and re-recording when their runtime passed uneventfully. When he’d located the relevant tape, he hit fast forward and watched in rapt attention as his little blurry self moved jerkily behind flickering white lines.
And then his image slumped over, and Lawrence stabbed the play button.
On screen, Lawrence sat up. Not fully. His posture was terrible, slouching shoulders, hanging head. His fingers ran through his hair, a tinny sigh rattling through the TV speakers.
Then he looked up, and directly at the camera.
Lawrence caught his breath, frozen in place. The face on the screen was his, but it wasn’t his. It was being… worn differently. His eyelids drooping, hooded. His mouth downturned in a lazy scowl. His jaw ticking as his teeth clenched. His entire body, in fact, was being puppeteered in a similar fashion. Slackness in the extremities, draped like loose, protective layers over a tense, bitter core.
The words angry, yet apathetic sprung to mind.
The Lawrence on video got up from the couch, shoulders sloping. Padded towards the camera, feet dragging on the carpet. Paused en route to pull some fake flowers from a decorative vase, and retrieve a pack of cigarettes tucked away underneath the stems. He advanced, stood in dead centre frame, lit up. Inhaled and exhaled smoke with almost pornographic relish.
He looked into the camera, into Lawrence, and Lawrence saw a face he thought he’d never see again engraved in the lines of his own features.
“And I thought I was supposed to be the voyeur,” said Adam, in Lawrence’s voice.
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one day left -- am i gonna stick the landing, lads? time will tell
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Hi! I'm decol and welcome to my blog!
Things you should know about being here:
(if you saw a post you like please know my tipping/donation info at the bottom of this post!)
I'm an adult and post like it.
My blog focus is on solidarity, mutual aid, and making the revolution accessible and intersectional.
I mostly post/reblog stuff about human rights (ex: BIPOC sovereignty & LGBT rights) along with hating capitalism, calling out white supremacy, art, nature stuff, space photos, & support/resources.
My asks are always open & when asked in good faith I'm happy to answer pretty much anything.
I freely use the delete/block so don't waste your time writing hateful paragraphs.
I also use the hateful and bigoted asks that I do publish as teachable moments, most often for recognizing bad faith arguments and dog-whistles. You won't find any needless and unnecessary hate posted on my blog.
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That said, my blog has an overall content warning for pretty much everything because of the kind of content I post. Education on oppression unfortunately includes the human horrors we never want repeated. I do tag ableism and very graphic posts tho.
There's a lot of possibly triggering stuff to come across so I dont feel obligated or inclined to tag every post.
But the topic or image is bad enough then I'll tag it and I use a catch-all tag (as in abuse, gore, racism, antisemitism, etc are all included here) to make things easier for myself.
That tag is: decolstw
Ableism tags will be specific. They'll be tagged as flashing, strobing, unreality, etc. Not just tagged simply as ableism.
So yeah, that's what you can expect here.
Follow at your own discretion~
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But enough about my blog (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)
I'm decol and I really like painting (though I've never shared any here), space, nature, & radicalizing a generation one blog at a time.
My hobbies include herb gardening, beading, processing my trauma through horror fiction writing, taking my family out places, romanticizing the mundane, and stealing a chocolate from every new store I visit <3
I post a lot about oppression here but joy is equally important and I want y'all to know I make time for that and so should you.
I'm also a disabled person living with my kid, & trans gf. My gf is the only one who can/does work.
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ahedderick · 11 months
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Is it paranoid if . . ?
   An older friend of mine, whose children are grown with children of their own, visited me today. While we were having a Really Nice walk through the valley and admiring the spring flowers, I ended up telling her about several school stories dating back to when my son was in high school.
   It all started with me checking his grades online on the school’s website quite near the end of the year. He had a B in biology, which I was happy with. So imagine my distress when the marking period ended and he got a D. When I looked at the website, there were several assignments from a month or more previous that were listed as ‘missing.’ Those zeros dropped his grade substantially. However - I KNEW there had been no ‘missing’ assignments when I checked the week before. I was furious that I had no way to PROVE that something fishy was going on . . and decided to start taking screenshots of grades for both kids for all classes going forward.
   That ended up coming in handy twice for my daughter. In one case, when I saw her grade drop (again from a B to a D) right at the end of the marking period, I emailed the teacher right away. I let her know I had a screenshot of all the assignments and grades as of a certain recent date. She wrote me back to say that a poor grade on a quiz had caused the drop (uh, no), too bad. Then she immediately fixed whatever ‘error’ had caused the problem, and the grade went back up. If I hadn’t had the screenshot - I certainly wouldn’t have been able to resolve the problem.
   For my son in college, he literally took a photo of himself putting an assignment into a teacher’s inbox (with their room number in the picture) at one point. When the teacher said he had not turned it in, he provided the photo and - miraculously - the teacher found the missing assignment. ah ha-ha! no worries!
   Later, when he transferred from community college to regular uni, we drove to campus and handed the admissions staff his transcript in person instead of mailing or emailing it. A few days later, when they said they didn’t have it - I reminded them that we had literally put it in their hands. Miraculously - they found it! Right away! What the actual . .
   So I’ve spent years saving receipts, taking screenshots, meticulously documenting stuff, and teaching the kids to do the same. It is unreal - and unreasonable - how often that has been necessary. And my friend, who also had two kids go through school, said she’d NEVER had anything like that happen. She was just boggled. I have to wonder. Am I under a curse? Does bad luck attend my family unusually closely? why meEEeeee?!
   I just took about 8 screenshots of (the very long list of) Son’s ecology grades. I hope I don’t need them - but if I do . . .
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Yandere Imposter: Azul Ashengrotto
The trend of the yandere imposter I feel was too shortlived so I’m reviving it 
Every character I’m gonna do is what they’d be like as a yandere imposter 
It's just that this time i'm doing Azul~
🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤
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Azul would be purple of course
This dude as you’d believe would be immediately suspected
If he wasn’t especially good at what he does
His job is probably chief financial analyst and financial ambassador
Which a fancy way of saying that he’s making business and marking opportunities on the different planets you visit
And maybe dealing with the finances that come with the giant ship
As an imposter he might be seeing a contract through
Or making sure it doesn’t 
Offing the crew that a reckless oil tycoon bet on surviving? 
Or even a grand official at Innersloth needing to cover up a discovery?
He’s probably working with the twins on this one
And if that's the case this probably isn’t the first one
But this one would be where he meets you
When you two meet its because your the random helper that just gets passed around
File a couple profiles, organize some old receipts, check some numbers
You’ll be spending quite a lot of time with him
You’ll have to instigate conversation 
Pushing past his slimy exterior before he finally lets you in
And once you’re in your never getting out
He takes a silent hold on you 
Working your friendship patterns so you stick with him 
When bodies start turning up he takes a tactful approach 
Being the one who often points fingers and is relied upon to give honest suspicion
But everyone knows he’s got an ulterior motive
Its just that not many know its you
Of course the twins know and they’ll tease him
But they all know not to let you discover their true motive
So to be safe one of them is usually in the vicinity so you can vouch for them 
Mentally clearing them as definite friends in your mind
But when it comes to finding the imposter~Azul
You can’t be sure until you know:
“Azul? Are you in here? Azuul?”
From twenty-seven to eight members, the ship was barely running and now more than ever you were supposed to stay close with one another. The maintenance of the inside of the ship was damaged the most making the temperature of the ship drop. You left your group of Azul, Jade, and Floyd to get blankets. They insisted they didn’t need them but they were just being modest! Even though you’ve only spent a month or two with these guys and you know none of them are the most honest of the bunch, they are definitely your friends; so of course you have to take care of them! When you returned back to the room you left them with blankets piled high you found none of them left and thus you began your search.
“Jade! Floyd! Azul! Where’d you guys go?”
You decided you’d make your rounds near the sleeping quarters thinking that maybe they just decided to sleep early. Even if they didn’t at least they’d have it when they went to sleep. You found yourself at Jade and Floyd’s room first knocking and hearing nothing. You strolled in dropping off the set amount of blankets before going to Azul’s. Arriving at the door to see Azul’s and Jamil’s stickers on the door and a heavy weight set on your chest. At the last meeting he was quite frantic claiming it was Azul even yelling at you when you recalled how much time alone you’d spent with him. You didn’t want to take it to heart especially considering he so frequently lost his master. When Kalim was found everyone was in denial it seemed totally unreal that the happy-go-lucky heir that was cheering us on only the day before was suffocated to death. Jamil was the suspect for a long time but we had CCTV footage proving it couldn’t have been him and as soon as the blame was off him he nearly ran himself into the ground trying to find out who it was. We all voted as the evidence presented itself to be Ace. It hurt and in the end you couldn’t even bring yourself to vote but it didn’t matter the majority had done it for you. Since then no one had died, now granted you didn’t see everyone as much as you used to but you trusted that everyone would find you if they were feeling too lonely. 
Letting out one last breath you knocked on the door, listening for any sound you opened the door to come in immediately hit with an unfamiliar scent and the extremely dark state of the room. The ship had automatic lights that came on with the pressure of your footsteps so this was weird you jumped, trying to regulate this issue but no dice. 
Chalking it up as another faulty system you opted to just feel your way in the dark. Making out the curvature of the wall leading to the metallic arching bed frame and the squishy slimy…what was this? You continued to fondle whatever the slimy thing was and it felt like–
“--a tentacle? Why is there a tentacle in here? Did he swipe this while we were on that seaworld or something?” You were chuckling to yourself as you followed the length of the tentacle to more tentacles? You expected it to end here if it was a souvenir but instead you feel the weight of many more as you try to find the end. You commence in feeling around trying to see if either of these roommates actually brought a dead sea-creature into the ship. You felt along until you felt heat emanating off of something you felt once again to feel the lines of a human face covered by some tentacles? Swiping your finger across the nose feeling air come out making you realize that this person was alive. 
“Azul?! Jamil?! Are you okay? What is this thing with the tentacles? Did you sneak on one of the poor octo-sharks from that planet we visited? What-”
“.r-n..”
“Wait what?”
“r…un…” 
Run? 
With swish and a groan of pain you could hear the ignition of a flare and as the red light illuminated the previously dark room you finally could see everything. Azul towered high, held up by the newly added octo-mer tentacles swallowing the room with his size alone. For a moment you locked eyes with your friend who seemed to curl in fear at your recognition. He looked as if he wanted to apologize or defend himself but before he could Jamil used the spark of the flare as a weapon jumping from his restraints. 
Totally caught off guard you meant to back away in hopes of at least getting some help you slipped expecting to feel the harsh impact of the floor but instead feeling the cradle of a tentacle. Appreciating the care you attempt to stand up once again only to find that you can’t because the same limb that saved you was also wrapped around you. By now the flare was going out and in flashing the room filled with violent movement, muffled groans, and pained noises. But in the blinking light you could clearly see Jamil being held up choking by one of Azul's tentacles. 
“WAIT! Azul don’t please!” 
You struggled against his tentacle which continued to tighten as if trying to warn you. You tried to shout again but were stopped when the tentacle end gingerly curled over your mouth. 
SNAP
The following thud brought you to a cold sweat. The room returned its pitch black state and the sound of something more like someone sliding across the floor to readjust themself. Dragged along with him you couldn’t help but try to reason how this could be you had defended him so fervently whenever your other crewmates came for him, all to find that he was playing you for the fool. This left one question…
“Why? Is that what you wanted to ask?” 
He taunted bringing you up close to what you could ony assume was his face. You could smel his cologne or was that his natural scent of the ocean and something musky. Which used to bring comfort now unnerved you as all you could do was wait and settle within his coil. 
“(Y/n) I’m sure you know how important contracts are to me…one client wanted the ore we were transporting, another wanted the Asim heir dead, and in the end I needed to touch homebase for some…extra enrichment.”
You could only let out a muffled plea.
“I’m not going to kill you if that's what you're asking. The only reason so many of the crewmates died was because they got in our way…and unfortunately Floyd was in a trigger-happy mood.”
He sounded so professional like he was just talking about some contract falling through. And why had you escaped this fate?
“I know I’m not what you thought I was but…I know you’d be fine with that, its the killing you’d have a problem with…But I know it’ll probably be easier for you if you just forgot about all this…y-yeah..that would work.”
You wiggled and made noise as you tried to protest.only to feel the feeling of arms wrapping around your tentacle-tied form. You only stopped when you felt the press of a cold cheek against yours. 
“I love you (Y/n).... I’ve got everything under control…just leave everything to me…
You won’t have to worry ever again…Not while I’m here.”
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Guess which dudebro loser decided to reply to that post by saying what happened to Moonlit wasn't harassment ackshually? He really wants to piss on people's legs and tell them it's raining while engaging in DARVO tactics, except there are receipts and everyone including himself knows what he did.
Lmao did he really call it “debates”. This guy really is unreal. That’s like calling repeatedly punching the shit out of someone screaming “CAN YOU STOP I DON’T WANT TO PARTICIPATE” a “boxing match”.
And then yelling “but he was punching the bag at the gym so clearly he wanted to fight!” Like hey? Hey Buddy? Someone doing something completely unrelated to you is not an invitation to insert yourself.
But what can I say, the guy is enough of a loser to think stalking people around a park and screaming your opinions at them, despite them telling you numerous times that they don’t want to talk to you, is socially acceptable behavior too.
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Friendly reminder no game requires over 100million in budget and Lethal Company is 10$ made by one dude.
Friendly reminder you, yes, you, right now, can make And Sell, a game. Right now. Unreal Engine? Unity? Gamedot? Gamemaker? RPG maker? Source Engine?
Don't get me started on all the free shit, or pre-made shit that cut costs significantly. Or reusing assets you've had for decades.
Friendly reminder that Graphics never mattered and putting it ahead of even the simplest artistry and clarity has only increased budgets Absolutely Unneccessarily, and thus prices, arbitrarily, went up as well, but nothing gameplay wise has improved since Dark Souls at best. A game from 2011.
Friendly reminder that buying a game on sale is not "getting one over" on anyone but yourself. Companies, in fact, set these sales up themselves. All you're doing is delaying being a Pay Piggy Useful Idiot. But still choosing to be. Please. Please understand that companies set these sales up themselves. Please understand you're embarrassing as all hell thinking Sales are a gotcha for anyone but towards yourself from companies. Please understand that even if you pull the trigger, the industry held the gun to your head, and you didn't win anything. Please. Please grow the fuck up.
Friendly Reminder that these companies hire Addiction Experts to give you and children mental and financial issues so they can claim "disappointing" streak setting record profits again after a decade of doing this, it's never been subtle and not recognizing that gives me depression.
Friendly Reminder that just about every game company SA's their staff, overworks, underpays if at all pays, and in general blacklist and have pizza party layoffs for people Just Like You And Me, employees, workers, developers, whatever you want to say, they're on your level, not the CEOs.
Friendly Reminder that N64 cartridge prices are not, and have never, been legitimate arguments to increase prices without increasing literally anything else, from quality to content, to still having DLC and micros, the price increase was the consumer's demand of less for more. Utterly. Pathetic.
Friendly Reminder that you Do Not Have To Buy From Companies and this is the Last Industry With Ethical Consumption possible.
Friendly Reminder that there is No Other Regulator than the Consumer. You and Me. When you and I demand better for less, companies have no choice but to listen.
However.
Friendly Reminder: Guaranteed Sales have made this industry completely unfixable. You're either choosing to support an industry of sexual assault, regular assault, and horrific work conditions, or you know...just...just buy indie.
Really imagine a world where all ya had to do to lower sexual assault rates was...buy from Indie instead of actively supporting, defending, and enabling this horrific industry?
Friendly Reminder: You aren't going to fucking die if you don't buy that product, you're a human being respect yourself for fucks sake, companies abuse your lack of self-respect to get you to lower your standards.
Friendly Reminder: I haven't changed my stance since the early 360 years. Ya'll just helped companies move the goalpost. I didn't. Do better. Be better. You only benefit yourself, consumers, workers, and the art, by not supporting this dreadful industry.
Friendly Reminder: for the price of One (1) Triple A game, you can get 10 indie titles that are far, far superior, and will make an actual lasting mark on your life. Unlike anything triple a has put out in decades.
Friendly Reminder: In 10 years everything you did in Fortnite and Apex Legends, Overwatch etc, will be deleted. Gone. Nothing to come back to. All the money put in? Poof. Gone. Nothing to show but a receipt. Won't even be able to play the game anymore. It will live on in YT videos. A mere memory.
Stop buying from Triple A and FOR GOD'S SAKE, STOP DEFENDING THEM???!??!!!? I'd ask of the sex was worth it, but we both know these people will never get laid. They can't even respect themselves enough to not let a company fuck them in the ass one way or the other.
Incredible there's a hustle culture for gaming, with digital libraries. Imagine showing off how shanghai'd you were into giving away money to people already rich whilst you're poor and permanently sexless. Like congrats on throwing all resources into a bloated, dead industry kiddo, your mommy's credit card is gonna chargeback and your account closed. Losers.
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codingcorgi · 4 months
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Overview of My Experience With my Java Project
I have done my course on Java this semester, and at the end we turn in a project we make that is of our choosing. I made a shopping helper application that tracks spending habits and how your recent shopping trips went. It's useful for keeping track of inflation too hehe.
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I used an API to fetch the local area tax rate based on US ZIP codes (sorry to everyone outside the US). I also used GSON to write JSON files to save progress, because sometimes we all have to step away right? It also saves the receipt as a .txt or .csv file.
It's in total 3282 lines of code and the sale types was the worst part giving so many errors due to my dumb ass not knowing how to do math, but other than that I honestly just hate UI with a passion, so that wasn't fun.
Overall despite my initial hatred of Java, I think I can safely say while it is annoying, I will probably be okay working with it again. I don't love it or hate it.
Now next semester is when I'll shine. C# should be a breeze, and hopefully I'll learn something new. HTML/CSS should be okay although I'm debating switching it out for .net (don't ask why C# and .net are in 2 different classes, idk either). C++ with Unreal engine will be the scary one for me since I've heard horror stories about C++.
On a small note I hope we use C# 12 and if I do .net I hope it's .net 8
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skepticalarrie · 2 years
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Holivia is done. I'm sorry but that's what him wearing the peace ring again means. I always said a soon as the stunt is over, out goes the bird ring and peace ring comes back. Unreal. I wanna send Shiah a fruit basket for bringing the receipts and publicly exposing her. Otherwise god knows how much longer she'd be around. Let's just get through this month and they'll make it official.
It looks like someone has a crystal ball here......
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amaltheasdreams · 5 months
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When I say the town is weird I mean like it feels unreal. You know the weird in between realities feeling? Like you get in a nearly empty grocery store at night? But it feels like it's an abandoned movie set almost. Businesses with open signs lit up and lights on but nobody around. There's cars but they're all parked rather than on the road and nobody's in them. Everything is in pristine, functional condition but for awhile there doesn't seem to be anyone around at all. And I mean no one. I go to a restaurant to get food and never actually place an order because I never see an employee. I look around and can't find anyone anywhere in the restaurant but somehow when I go back to the counter, the exact meal I would've ordered is there. Hesitantly of course, but I decide to leave money on the counter and walk away with the food. I check my pocket once I'm outside and there's change and a receipt from the restaurant in there that definitely wasn't there before.
Anyway, I'm getting railed by Wolfwood like an hour later so obviously I found some people
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krysmcscience · 4 months
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Followers, feel free to ignore this, it's not art or writing or even really anything interesting.
If you clicked in, anyway, it is also not aimed at any of my IRL friends or followers (unless one of my followers is not who they claim to be, I guess?). Anyway, it's literally just venting bullshit. Feel free to click back out, there aren't even any details that could lead you back to anyone involved.
It's wild that I spent six months talking on and off with someone who turned out to believe that a few months of miscommunication and poorly set boundaries, followed by some arguments and disagreements about it, all interspersed with private IRL venting is a reason to blow up several friendships and go on a warpath. Like. Bruh. Sometimes people tell white lies to be polite. Sometimes people change their minds about stuff with new information. Sometimes people learn new things about what upsets them. And sometimes people vent in private about things that bother them about someone else (friends included). That doesn't mean they're actively plotting to do harm, or two-faced, or back-stabbing, or the worst thing ever in existence. This is. Literally just how humans socialize??? In reality??? Sometimes you just accidentally hurt one another, accept that mistakes were made, and make up afterward so you don't wind up abysmally lonely!
Loved looking through all their "receipts" of all the "wrong" that was done and being like, dang, most of this just looks like standard boring clashes between friends that could easily be mitigated with healthy communication, actually??? Along with a bunch of words exchanged by two people who blew up on each other and now clearly don't want to talk anymore??? And yet they've posited it like it's some huge "gotcha", with scribbled commentary mixed in on the side, as if their ex friend is a True Monster rather than a normal person who makes mistakes. JFC, it's just demented. (And, in standard form, it's all cherrypicked! No real context aside from their own narrative and warped perception! And no admissions of their own wrongdoing! They even lied about not being into NC/SA despite drawing so much horny shit for it! I mean, I knew it would pan out this way, but good gravy, the lack of awareness there??? Unreal.)
Also apparently they don't realize that constructive conversations about some things they have grievances with can and do happen without them being or needing to be told about it, either, because all of the actual wrongs they had receipts for were genuine mistakes or newly realized hard boundaries that have either already been addressed or are being addressed IRL. Although, them posting those actual wrongs definitely violated a very hard boundary set in place by another person on the sidelines who didn't even want to be involved, so, hmm, that's fun.
Very telling in the end that they couldn't respect all the blocks put in place. But of course, it's only okay if they trample on boundaries. Clearly only their boundaries and desperate need for validation and attention matter. Also very telling that they tried to air all their shit out publicly despite everyone else involved staying almost completely silent about it and otherwise keeping it fully anonymous. But of course, it's only okay if they disrespect other people. Clearly that makes it okay to drag in unrelated parties who never asked or cared to be involved and just wanted to have some nice relaxing internet time. Also very telling that they ignored the very simple fact that they and I were mutuals (up until literally three days ago), and thus their shittalking kept winding up on my dashboard, which I initially tolerated (until they got usernames and then me involved) because people are allowed to be hurt and vent about it even if I disagree with their takes on what happened. But of course, they're not ever allowed to be wrong. Clearly I must be a weird creepy lurker, instead, who never does any self reflection despite having actual diagnosed social anxiety that forces me to question my every last action.
If the person in question happens to be reading, follow your own fucking advice, quit Actually Lurking, and get help. Proper help, because if you're seeing a therapist already, clearly they can't cotton on to how you go to extreme lengths to avoid revealing anything that might reflect negatively on you, which explains why your cherrypicked receipts still have none of the hateful screaming of yours that I personally read, or any of the really callous things you wrote in your tags after the fact. I'm willing to bet you're over there patting yourself on the back thinking your target stepped in it by deleting those comments, too, because that's just how you are, but here's a reality check: You took it too far. You put up your private conversations with their spouse for anyone to see, despite that you definitely did not have permission to do that from said spouse, Your Actual Friend, who would NOT want that shit online under ANY circumstances. I don't even need to ask to be sure about that, either. And you should know exactly why what you chose to do is a problem.
Oh, and here's another fun reality check: If you can't figure out the bare basics of even the simplest character (and you can't, this has been established, I literally had to spell out an obvious homophobic dog whistle for you), what makes you think you're qualified to assess and diagnose an actual living person who is infinitely more complicated than a fictional character? Because if you actually think you are, you are quite literally delusional. You are not living in the same reality as everyone else. You know all of the words, yet none of their substance.
Now go away. I made it very clear that you are not welcome anywhere in my life the moment I blocked you. You've willfully spat in the face of my honest attempts to help you, and successfully burned all bridges with me, so I want nothing more to do with you. Look upon your scorched earth and enjoy the smoke you've gained from it.
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