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booksandlewks · 4 years ago

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Intensity in Insmire | A Jurdan AU

Happy Holidays to my wonderful knife wife @starborn-faerie-queen!! I’m so lucky to have you as my friend and now snusband (we’re def married now) <3 I was so excited to see that I got to try and write something for you. I also have to thank everybody in the @jurdannet discord for helping me with my writer’s anxiety throughout, and @jurdannetrevels for hosting this secret santa event!

So this was a prompt you didn’t ask for, but that I hope you will like. I thought of this right when I saw your name and have had a blast making it a reality. One of our first conversations in the discord was about none other than Lauren Layne, so I thought I’d give it my best go at making it Jurdan. I picked what I think of as the iconic scene in Passion on Park Avenue because Jude and Cardan literally define passion. You also put Nicaryn, so in my head when I wrote this they’re already dating and Jude just hasn’t noticed.

"Be careful, you're going to drop that!" Jude said watching her twin throw down yet another box full of her merchandise.

It was times like these that Jude wondered about her choice in friends. Not that she had so many choices in friends to begin with, something about her being "abrasive". People may not always appreciate her edges, but that edge is what landed her on the 30 under 30 list. She was grateful, if not confused, about her new-found friendships. While the ladies made for excellent company, and fellow schemers in action, a moving company they were not. Not that Jude would say a word against their help out loud. She was still so grateful to have her twin back in her life.

Jude would thank Locke for bringing them together, if she'd thought it was even remotely a part of his plan. Maybe she could thank him for dying, so that they could find each other in the park that fateful day. Not likely, she had better people to think on.

Nicasia kicked a box into the corner with the toe of her Louboutin heels, "You worry too much, they're not going to break because I didn't gingerly place every single one of your hundreds of boxes down."

"I'm not worried about you breaking an accessory," Jude said huffing as she moved to open the box Nicasia had kicked to prove a point. She held up the lipstick tube, twisting to expose the blade to prove her point. "I'm worried about one of my accessories breaking you."

"Oh, I like that," Taryn laughed, her eyes widening, "Can I borrow that for my next date?"

"Well, it is just a sample," Jude nodded her head to the truck parked outside her new building, "You can keep it if you help me unload the rest of the truck."

"You drive a tough bargain, a days labor in exchange for one accessory?" Nicasia teased.

Jude put one hand to her heart and the other to her forehead dramatically, "Oh you're truly suffering going up and down the elevator while carrying small boxes."

"These boots were not exactly made for walking Jude," Nicasia said flicking her hair over her shoulder, and punctuating it with an all too casual check of her nails. Why she wouldn't just concede to putting her hair up was beyond frustrating to Jude. She wasn't sure if she hated or respected Nicasia's commitment to always looking perfect.

"I mean I didn't get to where I was by giving things away for free, but I may have also ordered us pizza and tiramisu from the Italian place on Lexington Ave."

"Ahh I knew you were my favorite twin!" Taryn said wrapping her arms around Jude and kissing her cheek with an exaggerated smack.

"I'm your only twin, and you definitely did not know it."

"The real question isn't why I can't move things in these heels, it's why you think I should be doing this in the first place," Nicasia said glancing speculatively.

"Wait, yeah, aren't you meant to be rich now Jude?"

"Well, according to my accountant, approximately I am," Jude tilted her head and pretended to tally with her free hand, "filthy rich." She moved the box that had been hoisted on her hip onto the floor of what would be the main living area.

Jude wasn't insane, the larger items like the couch and industrial garment racks would be delivered by a moving company later. She just knew that she could handle the smaller boxes herself. She'd always survived by being self-sufficient, so she wasn't going to start changing what was working now. She'd moved herself into her first shoe box apartment, all her belongings compact and loaded into the back of her ancient little two door.

"Then why on earth are we moving all of this by hand?" Taryn said turning to her sister, exasperated to see the determination gracing her twin's face. She hated that look, especially when it was on the face that was practically her own under all that stubbornness. "Nic, I need backup here, we're entering dangerously uncharted areas in stupidity. "

"Jude, love, remember when we agreed to stop each other from entering another toxic relationship?" Nicasia said gently, her hands up as if coaxing a small animal.

"No, I've blocked out the entirety of Locke's funeral out of a sense of self-preservation," she said voice and face purposefully blank.

"Why stop there, why not erase him from your entire mind?" Taryn said a bitter edge to her words.

Jude laughed, "Me and my therapist are hard at work doing just that."

"Well while you're working on that, have her work on the toxic relationship you've got with your stupid pride," Nicasia said checking her already perfect nails.

"Wait, was all of that just the set up for the punchline to your dumb joke?"

"Woah Tar, harsh words from the woman who asked for my backup in the first place." Nicasia pursed her lips clearly displeased that Taryn had not enjoyed her attempts at humor. "Maybe you should try being nicer to me considering that I have the power to save you from Jude's torture."

Jude laughed as Taryn started to pester Nicasia to tell her what she meant. While they'd all become fast friends on the fateful day of the funeral, Jude couldn't help but feel that Nicasia and her twin had gotten closer over the summer. She supposed it had to do with the fact that they both had to worry about their reputations and what the fallout from Locke's infidelity would do to it.

That old wound started niggling at Jude again. She may not have been in an official New York society relationship with the man, but she'd had to mourn the loss too. She supposed it hadn't affected her societal standing, being Locke's dirty secret, but she hadn't gotten out unscathed. The bastard had known about her fears. She'd confided in him, about her mother's cheating and how she'd grown up not wanting to get attached for fear of ending up in a similarly messed up situation.

He'd comforted her, talking about how cheating on somebody wasn't in her character. He'd spelled out what their story could be instead, spinning a story of comfort, safety in his arms, and safety in that future. It made Jude's skin crawl to think about now. How he could say all of this while cheating on her with Nicasia and Taryn, and using her to cheat on them. Some nights it actually made her physically ill. She was such a careful woman, and yet she'd never suspected.

She wondered if lying to her was part of the game to him, it had to be. Jude thought about how she'd considered bridging the gap and calling Taryn to tell her that she'd met somebody. She'd been too scared to reopen that wound. At eighteen Jude walked away from the stifling role of being Madoc's daughter. She hadn't thought about what leaving Taryn behind to deal Madoc's only other eligible daughter would do. She left her behind for him to put all of his stupid high society rules and dreams into. She'd wondered about her twin over the years, but could never pick up the phone and just dial. What would things be like if she had? Thinking about it wouldn't change anything.

During Jude's musings Taryn had moved into Nicasia's lap and was switching between pleading and apologizing. Her groveling was so over the top that a warm spot bloomed in Jude's chest while watching her. She had no idea how much she'd missed Taryn, and yet having her take up space in her apartment just felt right.

"Okay, okay, fine!" Nicasia said standing up and taking Taryn with her. "I happen to have a friend through the New York royalty network, as you call it, and he lives in this very apartment complex."

"Oh thank god, I love you Judie Bee Jones, but this is the worst."

"Woah no, I never agreed to having anybody over," Jude said walking over to lock her door, "and wasn't the point of having you ladies around to avoid the assholes."

"How can you call them an asshole when you don’t even know who it is?" Nicasia asked unlocking the door. Jude went to stop her, but Taryn simply took her face in her hands and pointed it towards the window where the open moving truck stood idle.

"I promise he's good people, we grew up together," Nicasia said clearly forgetting that her and Jude had not exactly grown up as friends.

Jude did not have much of a chance to consider who might be coming to the rescue she did not need, as there was a knocking at the door.

The warmth she felt from being with her friends left her the second she opened the door and saw Cardan Greenbriar standing there. She'd never seen Cardan look anything less than impeccable, so she was even more furious to see him standing there looking like a Saks Fifth Avenue model from the catalog to help her move. A cable knit sweater, really, to move boxes. With an overcoat no less. No, no, this couldn't possibly be happening. Jude would rather move every single box one by one, than have Cardan Greenbriar help her.

What on earth could have even possessed him to try. She thought she'd made it clear when she'd damn near bitten his head off in her "entry interview" to the apartment complex. It wasn't her fault. Cardan had a particular way of getting under her skin, and the fact that he'd known her from her twin and had not even bothered to look at the application resting in his hand the entire interview had gotten her blood boiling. She'd never actually wanted to live in Elfhame.

The stupid application had been filled out for her and sent in by her mother ages ago. Eva Duarte had been so proud of Jude's success, it had never occurred to her that her mother had plans to use it as a statement. She'd miss her mother's mean streak, and wished she'd been around longer so Jude could understand this plan. Jude had been shocked to be called in for the interview to move into The Palace, and caught completely off guard to see Cardan on the day of the interview.

She must've released an actual snarl at seeing him darkening her new doorstep because Taryn and Nicasia pried her away from the door and invited him to come in. This was ridiculous ; she was not a rabid dog to be put in the corner. Although, she was considering biting Cardan.

"And hello to you too Jude," Cardan said laughing as she struggled to break free of the grip of her friends, "Lovely as ever to see you."

"Why am I seeing you?"

Cardan raised an eyebrow at that, "Not a very friendly greeting neighbor."

"I read over the paperwork your father sent over and it said that the building takes care of pests in the apartments."

"Ha ha, very funny Jude," Cardan said stalking closer, "I do hope that's true, as I'd love to see them take you out of here."

"Really, we're going to resort to I know you are but what am I?" Jude intoned, "On day one?"

“Is this really our first day together, Judiebeet?"

"Don't call me that!"

"As much as I do love seeing you upset my sweet villain," he said trailing a finger over her cheeks, "I didn't come to pick a fight." Jude knew her cheeks had to be bright red, she always got flushed when she was mad. She hated that he had command over her, more than she appeared to have over her own body. Which only made her more upset when he called her that stupid name.

"Why did you come, I had demon summoning scheduled for later in the day," Jude said ignoring the looks Nicasia and Taryn were shooting her.

"I was informed of a damsel in distress, and princely duties demanded that I come to your aid."

"Oh no, that's it," Jude turned on her friends glaring, and pointing at the door while practically shoving Cardan out, "Everybody out, I'll move them all myself."

"Wait, but I brought champagne," Cardan said materializing a bottle from the inside of his coat.

"Jude you can't kick the man out, he brought Dom," Taryn said pulling Cardan back into the apartment by his arm. Jude watched as he re-entered what was meant to be her space, unwilling to fight with Taryn.

"Fine, but if he's here he works," Jude said looking at Cardan as if to say 'unless you've got a problem with that.' The Cardan she knew would never deign to do a day's labor on his own. Always calling somebody his father employed to do things for him instead. So Jude was shocked when all he did was set the actually quite nice bottle on the counter, and gesture his hand towards the door with a look that said 'after you'.

Jude was not sure if she was pleased or pissed off when Cardan actually matched her for work ethic for the rest of moving. He eventually took off the coat, and the sweater, tossing them on the counter with his welcome gift. Jude wished he had not, as she'd been determined to carry more than him before that. She would have managed it too, if he had not rolled up his white dress shirt to the direct center of his forearm. Where it hugged just below his elbow as he worked.

She dropped one of her merchandise boxes when his arm brushed hers while reaching for another, shocked by the contact of his skin hot against her own. Furious with herself for the look that graced his face when she cursed and picked up the box, she decided to be less ambitious with how much she carried.

They had not actually had all that many boxes left. Which made it all the more traitorous that Nicasia had called in for help. As the work dwindled Nicasia and Taryn gave up the pretense of pretending to want to help move the boxes, and sat on the benches that were near the building's entrance. They sat close talking and laughing quietly at each others jokes. Jude could be funny too, but her humor was more dry and wicked. Just as Jude was sprinting to get the very last box, the pizza delivery driver had pulled up to the curb.

Taryn had gone from commiserating with Nicasia, to giving Jude puppy eyes in 10 seconds flat. Jude laughed softly as she went to go pay the man. Her path was blocked by Cardan who'd made a beeline for the car as it pulled in, while she'd been distracted. If she hadn't been so focused on his damn arms she might have missed how he went to get his wallet from his back pocket. Hell no.

Jude stood one shot at having Taryn and Nicasia not mention her attitude since Cardan walked in, and that was to buy their silence. Nothing says be on my side like hot pizza and good dessert. Which is why she was going to pay for it. Cardan was already handing the man a crisp bill when Jude went to shift the box she'd been holding to under one arm. God, she hated him so much. She'd already missed out on getting to bond with her friends over how annoying moving was because of him, and now he was going to ruin their meal too?

He'd already ruined Jude's childhood, but she was an adult now, and he would not even get a single day from her. She grabbed the boxes of her food and walked to the elevator clicking the button for her floor and slamming on the door close button before he could follow. She walked into her apartment, and she would've locked Cardan out if it not for the fact she had to wait on Taryn and Nicasia to follow. If she had to face him again today, it was going to be on her terms and her rules.

Jude moved to the boxes now all neatly lined up in what would be her living room. She scanned the barcode stickers on the top of the boxes, each item had been carefully cataloged so that she could be sure that she didn't lose anything important in the move. Downsides to owning and running a successful companies that sold accessories with a dangerous edge? There was so much inventory to keep track of.

She found what she was looking for and swapped her sneakers for stilettos. She'd love to see Cardan try to look down on her when they were eye level. She'd give a new meaning to the term glaring daggers. She was perfectly capable of paying for a damn pizza.

The door of her apartment opened and Cardan strolled in, his arm around each of her friends. Jude let out a breath that his shirt had been set back to normal, although she was not sure if she was relieved.

"Really, my own twin?" she said putting a hand on her hip and looking at Taryn who moved, hands up, to sit on the counter top.

"Jude, he got us pizza, please be reasonable," Taryn said in a placatory tone.

"I got you pizza, this interloper just stole it because pizza is joy, and he can't let me have it."

"You need to stop, you're hangry and turning into rude Jude," Nicasia teased using the family nickname she knew Jude hated. That was just low, she'd revealed that in a 2 A.M. group chat. Which every woman knows means it’s classified information.

She was being rude, she knew, but well...frankly he started it. Years ago, but she was a petty elephant and would not forget.

"Fine, have a slice of pizza and then get the fuck out."

When Nicasia and Taryn turned their looks at her, Jude just blinked her eyes slowly a few times. She had never claimed to be a saint.

"Can I at least get a drink before you kick me out on my ass?" Cardan asked the corner of his mouth upturned.

"Nope, sorry," Jude started and feeling her friends angry stares added, "I just moved in, and I haven't stocked the fridge yet."

"Well, then it's lucky for us my friend was kind enough to drop in to christen the home with champagne," Nicasia said as she made remove the muselet. Jude watched her carefully grip the wire as she twisted it off with effortless ease, and admired her friends grace. Jude would've likely embarrassed herself biting at it. She'd been served champagne at events, but it always came in a glass if she was honest.

With the sound of the popping cork her control of the apartment got further away from her. She watched as the three of them opened cupboards and looked at an empty counter top as if expecting glassware to simply appear. Jude knew she could easily scan the boxes and find her glassware, but business had taught her to spot an opportunity.

"Oh darn, it seems like we can't get you that drink after all."

"Yes, you seem very forlorn about it," Cardan said shaking his head at her, amusement in those dark eyes.

Jude gave him a mock apologetic shrug of her shoulders, lips pulled to one side of her mouth. The amusement in his eyes turned to challenge. Unbeknownst to Jude, Cardan's newest hobby was complicated jigsaw puzzles. He had needed something to do while being able to keep an eye on his father, and he found that once he started he just couldn't resist figuring out how the pieces fit together. She'd just presented him with his newest game, and he was going to figure out her pieces.

"Don't worry my darling, like I said we're neighbors now," smiling when Jude scowled at the pet name, "I can just head to my place, and get us some glasses."

It was clear that he'd gotten under Jude's skin when she stalked towards Nicasia and took the bottle from her, and into her own hands. Nicasia just looked at Taryn, and whatever that look meant Taryn must have understood. She moved to the edge of the counter top and invited Nicasia into the circle of her legs, resting her chin on her the top of the other woman’s head.

"How very unfortunate for high-born little princes like you, that you can only sip champagne from the finest of glasses."

She looked right into his eyes as she began glugging the expensive bubbly from the bottle and drinking it like watered down beer. She raised an eyebrow at him as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

"I do hope I haven't offended you Cardan," she said snarling out his name as if it was foul, "I'd hate to scare you off from ever visiting again."

"Not at all, I'm quite charmed by your lovely manners," he said walking over to where she stood by Nicasia. "Do not expect others to share my depraved tastes," he said taking the bottle from Jude's firm grip and drinking directly while their gazes stayed locked in a battle of wills.

"Nic, you feel like we're interrupting something here?" Taryn said from where she sat inches away. It shocked Jude out of her stupor, and her sister hopped off the counter as Jude made to reach for her. She was suddenly stricken, it was all fine and well to hurt Cardan, but she wouldn't lose Taryn again. Not when she just got her back.

"Ugh I thought you'd never ask, this is all too straight for me," Nicasia said taking Taryn's hand and making for the door.

"Wait guys, don't go--"

"Nope, text us when you're ready to act like a person again," Nicasia said laughing as the door shut behind their quickly retreating figures.

"Way to go, you scared them off with your stupid smoldering thing."

"Jude, I think you'll find I'm not the one in the wrong here, although I am delighted to hear you think I smolder," Cardan said backing away from her.

"I meant that stupid staring," she started but trailed off when she noted his smug face.

"Jude, all I've done today is bring you a housewarming gift and offer help at my friends request."

Jude opened her mouth to protest about the pizza slight, but stopped as she'd realized she'd just dig herself into a deeper hole. All he'd really done was cover her food for her and her friends. Was it possible that her childhood tormentor really had come here without the intent of torturing her. She'd been too caught up in trying to catch his next move, that it hadn't occurred to her. He’d clearly taken her silence to mean something else, because he went to gather his coat and sweater.

"Look, it's clear you don't want me here and I'm not actually trying to hold you hostage in your own apartment."

Jude's pride stopped her from correcting him. She'd been working so hard to get him to leave, that she couldn't exactly walk back her position now. She wanted to though, she wanted to grab him by those rather toned arms and hold him in place. To explain herself or make him explain himself, she wasn't sure. Instead she nodded her agreement, and silently watched him leave. She watched as he walked down the hall, opening and then closing his door. Only then did she finally unfreeze from her doorway and shut her own door.

She sat for about 30 minutes just trying to process all that had just happened. She was not sure when she'd become the villain in this story, but she didn't enjoy the feeling. He was the bully, not her. If his actions today were to be trusted, maybe not even him any longer. Jude stood up suddenly confident in her movements as she scanned the boxes searching for her glasses. She hadn't actually moved everything today, so all she was able to find was some coffee mugs. She looked down at her "I Rule" coffee cup, it'd have to do.

Jude went to where the remains of the bottle was left on the counter, and poured it into the cup. She wouldn't apologize, as she was not truly sorry. Even if he was not the menace he used to be, one day of rudeness was the least of what he'd deserved. She did however write what she'd call her concession. She'd apologized for the coffee mug. The note told him that while her fine Waterford Crystals were still in storage, it should taste just as good coming out of a mug. Jude left the note under the cup, and knocked on his door before leaving.

#if you hate the story I’m sorry but at least you have a cute edit #that was braggy about the edit....but it have lotta color so i like it #matching watches or shoes wasn't very them #so i figured the accorn like Jude found in the book #also i made Nicasia's hair slightly blue in the edit #uhh mostly just dying about the words #i don't normally publish anything #i was considering chickening and just giving the edit #but your secret santa box and note were too damn loving and supportive #damn you #if you love it can i be Mrs. Starborn?#I know the position of Mr. Starborn is taken #but I love you so please consider opening a secondary position #if i could send you a box of cartoon hearts i would #jurdan #jurdannet #jurdannetrevels #secret snusband #jurdan fic

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fangirlovestuff · 5 years ago

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Cycle - Steve Rogers x reader ch.5

Previously: ch.1 ch.2 ch.3 ch.4

Summary: The morning after, you quietly left. The days after, you were constantly screwing up. Will you stop thinking about Steve, or maybe you won’t need to?

Word Count: ~2,300

Warnings: explicit language, brief mentions of smut

a/n- hey lovely people! and just like that, another Steve series had come to an end. I had a lot of fun writing this series, and thank you so much to everyone who gave me feedback on it, it’s super appreciated! italics are for thoughts and divider is by @whimsicalrogers. Enjoy!<3

The next morning you surprisingly woke up before Steve did, and used this opportunity to sneak out of his apartment, going back to your place to change before you had to be at work again.

On the way home, all kinds of thoughts flooded your mind, starting with should I have left a note? And all the way to this was the biggest fucking mistake ever, why didn't I try to resist it more, now everyone's gonna say I'm a slut, and they'll be right.

But amidst that rose the memories of last night, of the feeling of Steve surrounding you, his hot breath against your skin, falling asleep in his arms. And you knew, if you had a time machine, no matter how much you're overthinking this now – you'd do it again.

The realization caused you to shake out of your reverie, breathing out a shaky breath and looking around the street to ground yourself a little.

Nothing was gonna happen, it's all gonna be okay, and even if Steve will never talk to me again, he'll still respect what we agreed on, you calmed yourself down as you entered your apartment, getting ready for another day.

Steve entered the training room, his thoughts still wandering to the events of last night. When he woke up this morning, you were already gone, but his amplified senses could still pick up on the scent of your perfume on the sheets next to him. He understood why you did it. He was old, but he still understood the social conventions of hooking up, and he knew what it meant when he agreed. But there was still a part of him that hoped to wake up and see your face. Maybe even get a chance to see you fall apart under him once more.

He shook those thoughts away. This is what you wanted, and he should respect it. this is when your paths part. For some reason, he felt sadder than he probably should've been. And yet, he couldn't help but feel a sense of smugness at the events of last night.

When he put his bag down he was greeted by a friendly slap on his shoulder. Smirking, he immediately turned around, catching onto the arm and tossing the "attacker" onto the floor. Sam sighed and rolled his eyes. "You knew it was me, man," he complained as Steve extended his hand to him and he got up.

"Always be ready," Steve shrugged and moved towards the middle of the mattress-covered floor. Sam narrowed his eyes towards Steve and followed him, standing in front of him and getting into position.

"You seem to be in an awfully good mood," Sam remarked. "Any reason why?"

"You, Sam," Steve said in mock emotion, "You are my sun and stars, and getting to see you this morning is the abso—"

Sam charged at Steve, but the latter quickly dodged his punch and kicked his leg, making Sam lose his balance and fall down for the second time that morning.

Steve chuckled. "Relax, Wilson," he said, "a little sarcasm hasn't killed anyone yet, and I for one don't want that to change."

Sam's face lit up with understanding. "You finally did it you bastard! You got laid! Who was it?"

Steve couldn't keep his face from blushing. Was he really being that obvious? "None of your business. Besides, it was a one-night thing anyway," he shrugged, trying to regain his composure.

"Hey, if you don't wanna tell me, I'm fine with that. But when Barnes gets his hands on you…" Sam grinned.

Steve groaned. "Fuck," he whispered under his breath, fully knowing if Sam managed to figure it out, Bucky would too. "That's a problem for later," he shook his head. "For now, I think you need a refresher on balance," he raised his brow at Sam.

"Whatever," Sam scoffed, "fucking super soldiers," he grumbled while he got into position once more.

It's been five days since you last talked to Steve. Not that you were counting or anything. Five days of making a complete fool out of yourself were just kind of a lot.

The first day you thought you had it under control. Even though last night didn't involve as much sleep, you drank some coffee and figured it would be okay. You started daydreaming and nearly fell asleep, leaving your mixture to cool for too long, noticing it only when Kate tapped your shoulder to get your attention and having to start it all over again.

Well, the first day should be the worst and then it'll be fine right?

The second day you were thinking about whether you should text Steve or not while you were diluting a solution you were working on, but got the different concentrations confused and needed to start again, costing you more time and materials.

The third day you thought it would surely stop. After that day you needed to get a new fire extinguisher for the lab.

The fourth was Saturday, so thankfully you didn't have opportunities to embarrass yourself anymore, right?

Except you went out with your friends, got drunk and told them that you slept with this "super" cute guy and how everyone hates you now because you mess everything up. They calmed you down and comforted you at the moment, but they also got that on video and god knows you're never living that one down.

Thankfully, drunk me was still smart enough not to tell them who it was, you mused as you watched the video, your head pounding on Sunday, the fifth day since you had last spoken to Steve Rogers.

Which brings us here, Monday morning, five days after That Night.

You entered the office, setting down your bag and going over some paperwork when Kate knocked on your door.

"Hi! Come in," you greeted her with a smile.

"Good morning," she smiled back. "Listen, I wanted to talk to you. I don't want to overstep, but you've seemed a little… distracted, these last few days, and I was wondering why? I mean, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to, obviously, but if it could help you…" she trailed off, a little awkwardly.

You sighed. "No, it's okay, I should probably give at least a little explanation for my actions. But you're gonna think it's stupid," you warned with a smile. She nodded at you to go on anyway.

You wondered how you should phrase it. "Well, I guess I've been trying not to date for a while, to focus on my career here, you know. But a few days ago I went on a date with this guy and it was wonderful, but I haven't talked to him and he didn't talk to me and I'm just… wondering if I should try to change that," you said. That was close enough to the truth.

Kate pondered what you said for a moment and then spoke. "The way I see it," she said, "you need closure. Just try to talk to him. If something comes out of it, great, if he doesn't answer, that's still fine. Either way you're better off knowing, because if the last few days are any indication, I'd say you feel very bad not knowing," she said with a teasing smile.

"Maybe you're right," you smiled. "Anyways, I'm really sorry for the last few days. But it won't happen today. At least I'm pretty sure it won't happen today," you added with a chuckle. "I'll join you in the lab in a few minutes," you smiled at her and she nodded and left.

Much like you, Steve also wasn't having a great time.

That first day he ended up seeing Bucky, which earned him pestering for the rest of the day, but he adamantly refused to reveal your identity even to Bucky.

"C'mon Buck," Steve rolled his eyes. "I'm not telling you. That's it."

"That means it's someone I know! Oh, is it – "

"Lalalala, I can't hear anything you're saying," Steve reverted to the childish method and put his hands over his ears.

"Fine, sheesh. You gonna see her again at least?" Bucky asked.

"I don't know," Steve said with a sigh.

Steve's smugness only lasted the first day, and the rest of them were filled with increasing disappointment.

The second day Bucky managed to hit him in the face with his metal arm because he wasn't paying enough attention.

The third they had a briefing for a coming up mission, and Steve nearly fell from his chair at the sound of his phone beeping, thinking it could be you.

Saturday and Sunday were spent alone in his apartment, finishing the painting of the skyline and ignoring Sam's and Bucky's texts. When he finished the painting he was so tempted to ask Bucky for your phone number and send you a picture of it, but he figured that would be weird. Instead, he started another painting, and without even noticing he started sketching your face. Way to go Rogers, you managed to be weird anyway, he thought and threw away the sketch.

When he came to work Monday, he thought he got over the whole deal.

Sam greeted him at the training room, ready for another mission. "You alright Rogers?" he asked.

"Oh yeah, my phone was just turned off," Steve shrugged, thinking Sam was wondering why he was… how do they say it? ghosting him?

"I didn't mean this weekend," Sam said, "how did you let Barns get you that good last week?"

"I guess I was just distracted," Steve shrugged, getting in position.

"You never get distracted," Sam stated, "you are literally the most prim and proper person I know. That one time Bucky and I argued for an hour next to you, and you didn't even notice, what's up?"

"That's not true, I did notice, I just ign-"

"See, that's a lie, because if you actually got distracted by what we were doing while you worked you would've asked which time I was talking about," Sam smirked.

"Whatever," Steve rolled his eyes, a small smile on his face.

"So, who's getting you so distracted? Was it mystery girl?"

"Um, yeah," Steve chuckled. "Look, it doesn't really matter right now, we should –"

"I knew it!" Sam laughed, "you just can't do one-night-stands, can you?"

"I-" Steve trailed off.

"Look man, it's just who you are. Go talk to her," Sam said.

"Maybe," Steve said, and then, without warning, made a blow at Sam that he managed to avoid.

"Always be prepared, right?" Sam said, a smug smile on his face.

"Right," Steve answered, smiling.

You were just packing up in your office, ready to go home. Thankfully, today had been free of awkward mistakes.

There was a knock at your door and you called them to come in, thinking it could be Kate, but in front of you was standing, causing you a serious Deja-vu, Steve. I spoke too soon didn't I?

"Hey," he said, scratching his neck.

"Hi," you whispered unintentionally. You cleared your throat and asked in a stronger voice, "Uh, can I help you?"

"Well, yeah," Steve said. "I wanted to ask… will you listen until the end of what I'm about to say?" he smiled and chuckled awkwardly.

"Sure," you frowned a little and came to stand in front of him.

"I was kind of… making a fool of myself the last few days. Not calling you was the main foolish thing but also, Bucky hit me in the face because I was thinking about calling you," he grimaced. "And… I know we agreed about no strings attached, but I can't stop thinking about you. In a non-creepy way," he quickly added with another awkward chuckle. "So, I wanted to ask if maybe you'd like to attach the strings?" he smiled. "Go on a date sometime? Obviously, I get it if you say no, but I just really wanted to ask. So, yeah," he looked away at the bookshelves surrounding you.

You gladly refrained from telling him about the times you’ve made a fool of yourself those days. "Yes, I'd love to go on a date sometime," you smiled and put your hand on his cheek, drawing his gaze towards yours. His face lit up with a smile, and then he was kissing you. It was the kind of kisses that left you breathless, the kind of kisses you felt like you could live on. Maybe even a true love's kiss.

"It's probably because you had a really good teacher. I mean, with that level of game, how could I say no?" you smiled.

"Probably," Steve agreed with a soft smile.

You couldn't contain yourself and kissed him again, cupping his face in your hands while his large hands were placed on your waist, drawing you close.

"Pay up, Barnes," Sam said smugly.

"No way! Look, what if the mystery girl is-"

Bucky trails off and smirks once he sees the two people who are walking through the lobby, where he and Sam were standing. Sam turns around and sees what he sees – You and Steve, walking hand in hand, giving each other total heart eyes. Steve raises your connected palms and kisses the back of your hand.

"Shit," Sam said under his breath.

"Pay up, birdman!" Bucky said with a shit-eating grin.

It's funny how life works. Right when you decide to stray clear of men, it brings you the sweetest one you've ever met, and you can't resist his baby blue eyes, looking at you so adoringly. Once you decide to be a little more of a player, change to get what you want, it brings you the most beautiful woman who doesn't need you to change at all.

In this case, opposites definitely attract. Together, they can achieve the most beautiful thing in the world – love.

and the curtain goes down on another Steve series. Thank you so much for reading, ily<3

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killmebutneverinsultme2 · 5 years ago

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Rules for mobile (Pinned Post)

The Code

Success. I’ve sufficiently pestered the wench to make me a blog, much to the cost of a certain behorned mischief god whose presence I must share. Follow the rules below, and there’ll be smooth sailin’, savvy?

This be an exceptionally selective blog. I was me mun’s first ever muse yonks back and I’ve pestered her into writing me again, BUT, she’s horribly pressed for time. Partners will likely be very few, else ones doubling up with Loki’s. Anyone is welcome to approach and enquire, but she and I will be leaning toward those either from me own universe or crossovers with which she’s highly familiar and characters in whom she’s especially interested. Ye have been warned.

Replies are like to be slow, up to a few weeks at most.

Partners must be 18+. Various themes of an adult nature may be found here. Sexual things will be tagged ‘#filthy pirate’ with whatever level/variety of sin I deem them. More details below.

Behave. There shall be no rudeness, no passive aggression, no hate, no censorship or generally being a twit. Do I make meself clear?

The Code - Extended (below the cut)

Hi, guys. I’m Pirate (oddly known as this long before I made Jack a tumblr). Here are my more detailed rules and guidelines for writing with me on this blog, though the absolute basics are at the top as, honestly, it’s never easy to remember everyone’s requirements.

Jack is a sideblog. If you’re being followed by a benevolentgodloki that means I’m following you back. I don’t need us to be mutuals (both following each other) for us to write together, but there is a greater chance of us having a partnership if we’re letting each other know we’re interested.

How I Roll

I note myself as ‘highly selective’. This isn’t to be an elitist bugger, it’s because we all only have a limited amount of time we can put in. I want to write what I enjoy with people I enjoy. I am married with two attention-seeking cats, two jobs, a slow-brewing intended writing career and a video game addiction.

Asks/Memes - I will usually answer these no matter who they are from but I may or may not turn them into a thread I intend to keep. Some memes are very much designed to be something that continues so context can be key. If you would like to know in advance whether I intend to answer and/or keep something, please do pop me a message and I will be kind and honest.

My Threads - While Jack’s blog is still exciting and new, I’m being a bit all over the place with who and what I reply to depending on which way Jack’s.. compass.. is pointing. I do have a rolling turn order that I adhere to (to the point that I can genuinely tell you who is next at any given moment) but it’s all piled in with Loki’s threads, meaning I can take a few weeks to get round everything. Every partner gets one of their threads answered within that ‘round’ and then I go round again. However, when I’m really into something/finding something easy to pop back, I treat myself to spamming certain threads or partners at my whim. I use rpthreadtracker.com to maintain what I have.

I will remind partners of threads that have not been replied to for more than three months. If I do not do this, I have either forgotten/lost it myself, I’m not too fussed about keeping it at that stage, or you were absent for a long period of time.

My Style - I will write in both past or present tense depending on partner preference. My default is past but I like either. Please kick me if I screw up and write the wrong one. I prefer using regular size font but I will make mine small on replies to people who use the smaller so that it looks neat. I will often match partners’ lengths and some formatting details e.g. bolding dialogue, but I struggle with doing novella-length posts for reasons below.

I have a bugbear to admit about role-play. What we call splicing. A good half of my partners write this way so I’m not about to tell everyone to stop but if you’re someone who does this, you will occasionally run into some frustrations when writing with me. ‘Splicing’ is when you retrospectively write dialogue or actions as having previously happened during your partner’s last post. These things are fine when they’re passive i.e. your character muttered them, thought them or you were writing what your character was doing at the time because that’s pretty much essential. The trouble comes usually when my characters talk a lot/ask rhetorical questions and partners choose to answer every single one despite the fact my character carried on talking. I know it’s an ass that I have talkative muses and you really want to respond to every point/get a word in, but putting words and actions into the past effectively godmods my muse into accepting they happened. If you feel your muse would have full-on interjected midway through their ramble, please ask me to edit my post/stop it at that point. Otherwise if you do prefer to splice, my muse will only respond to whatever it is your character did or said last in their post. This is one of the reasons I can’t write novella, because often there is only so much you can write before you’re stepping into the territory of changing what went before and not allowing your partner to do anything about it.

TL;DR don’t ever worry about your post being too short for me. If it’s one sentence long but it’s because something fast-paced is happening, I won’t be miffed.

Shipping! - no not that kind of ship, Jack. I love shipping. Ships all around. Let’s face it, romance can be one of the most exciting reasons we bother writing. I am open to a lot of ships for Jack, practically all of them. Yes, even that one. I will do downright nasty, toxic, horrible stuff, savvy? It’s fiction and Jack is a great indulgence for bad things happening to him as much as good. That said, of course don’t force something on him without prior agreement between us. Well, I mean, your muse can try and accost him and see what he does, just don’t expect him to definitely reciprocate. Jack and I are bi/pansexual. We’re open to everything. I will admit a heavy lean toward m/m but, that said, Jack is extremely fond of the ladies, more so than Loki. I am very into Sparrington especially.

Not Safe For Ye Olde Work

Sliding down from the above topic, I enjoy the occasional smutting. It is not a requirement from my partners. In fact, I’m warming very much to fading to black depending on the context/mood/if things feel a bit repetitive. I do feel a touch more comfortable with partners who don’t need that boundary but as I’ve recently figured ‘if it needs a cut, then it’s smut’ I know when to skip on.

Saucy material will go under cuts/Read More’s and be tagged as mentioned above with ‘filthy pirate’. Additional tags will be based on the citrus scale: ‘lime’ for general grabbing, ‘lemon’ for full on sexual content and ‘grapefruit’ if things get extra kinky. I will tag things such as ‘rape tw’ or ‘noncon tw’ or ‘dubcon tw’ where necessary. Please blacklist any or all of these at your leisure, or search them if you fancy :U I do NOT tag these as ‘ns.fw’ because tumblr just completely hides them from being searchable which is useless for my partners.

OC’s - Due to my time constraints I am extremely picky when it comes to OC’s. This is a good fandom for well-thought-out muses and I know firsthand how hard it is to make headway as an OC in the RP world. However, I also understand that for people like me, I want to dip in on this site to mostly play with the characters and worlds I’m really absorbed in and ship my weaselly black guts out. Some people have more time than others to really give your OCs the time and love they deserve. Unless I’ve played with you a long time and I really like the cut of your and your muse’s jib, it’s very unlikely I’ll bite. Apologies! The same goes for crossover muses from fandoms I’m unfamiliar with, but I will let you know if that’s the case.

Limits

Threads - I don’t have a strict limit on how many to have per person but please bear in mind that the more of these you have with me the longer it will take me to get to a particular one (unless I’m spamming it back and forth). This is more a mun/muse context how many I accept.

Exclusives/mains - I don’t do these although I may consider having a maximum of 3 or 4 of one muse depending on activity levels and to ensure plots don’t get mixed up or attention feel unfairly balanced.

Triggers/squicks - I don’t like body horror e.g. graphic detail of squishy bits having bad things happen to them. I’m writing a pirate so there’s absolutely allowed to be elements of torture/violence, just don’t stab him in the eye or chop bits off him. One torture-related thing sends me into a complete freakout which I’ll discuss with partners if we’re doing a thread of that ilk as needed. Kink-wise I’m not into mpreg, A/B/O or infantilism or toilet things. Just ask me/Jack if you’re after something XD

Who I Am/What I Need From You

Being yourself is the most important thing and I promise I am not a scary person (usually). We’re only human and it’s natural that we’ll get along better with some rather than others. This is more to give you a gist of the sort of person I am and who I gel with best.

So I’m a shy hermit at the best of times. I’m trying to be better at engaging and enthusing with partners over our threads because I realise more than ever this does keep things alive and make for a more enjoyable experience. I’m not always great at it. I work best with people who are patient and don’t worry too much on what I think of them and their writing, with people who are happy to keep threads going for the longhaul rather than keep dropping everything before I’ve had the time to get to the next post, and most especially people who accept that fiction =/= reality. I do need a certain level of quality, which doesn’t always mean perfect grammar, but it must be coherent, fun and creative. I like a relaxed approach, sharing mutual enjoyment in silly fantasy world sandboxes as escapism from (and exploration of) this complicated world we live in.

If you managed to read all of this, have a drink (even if it’s water). You’re a diamond.

Pirate xxx

#rules #pinned post

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snappedsky · 5 years ago

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Borderlands: Skies the Bodyguard 3

Rhys and Fiona have disappeared. Vaughn, Sasha, August, and Skies have to work together to find them. Previous! Next!

Chapter 1

Now

Vaughn, Sasha, August, Athena, Zer0, and Skies skitter around like delighted children in a candy story, gathering up all the loot they can carry. After their previous fight with the Vault monster, the Traveler, they’ve earned it. Nearby, Gortys and Loader Bot are watching the sky and sharing a peaceful moment together while Rhys and Fiona have disappeared through the entrance of the Vault.

The excited looting and adorable moment are ruined by a blinding purple flash. When everyone whips around, they find the Vault entrance completely gone.

“Uh where’d the Vault go?” August asks.

“Good question,” Gortys comments, “but a better one might be-.”

“Rhys! Fiona!” Vaughn and Sasha exclaiming, dropping their armfuls of loot and rushing over to the site of the Vault. But there’s no evidence that the Vault even stood there; just Rhys and Fiona’s footsteps in the dirt disappearing without a trace.

“Where’d they go? Why’d this happen?” Sasha asks frantically.

“Rhys? Fiona? Can anyone hear me? Guys?” Vaughn calls into his ECHO communicator, but all he receives in response is static.

“The Vault of the Traveler,” Athena muses as she and the others join them. “This must have something to do with the treasure inside.”

“S-so where are they? Are they okay?” Sasha asks.

“How should I know?” she shrugs, “I was here, same as you.”

“What are we gonna do?” Vaughn asks as he fiddles with his ECHO device, “They’re not responding.”

“We’ll find them,” Skies declares. Everyone looks at her with surprise as she equips her brand new guns.

“How?” Sasha asks.

“Hyperion’s tracking system,” she replies, “every employee has a tracking number in case they tried to escape-er quit. We’ll use that and find Rhys’ location. Hopefully Fiona’s with him.”

“But all of the Pandora based servers went down when Helios did,” Vaughn points out, “besides, Rhys’ tracker was installed in his ECHO eye and that was destroyed.”

Skies opens her mouth as if to argue but quickly claps her hand over it. Groaning awkwardly, she seems to be having some kind of internal debate before lowering her hand.

“Okay,” she breathes, “let’s say, hypothetically, his ECHO eye wasn’t destroyed.”

“What do you mean? He tore it out of his own head,” Vaughn argues.

“Yes, yes he did and that’s freekin metal,” Skies agrees, “but let’s say- again, hypothetically- that all the wires and hardware were mostly intact and in, like, say, his pocket? Would we still be able to track it?”

Everyone stares at her, bewildered and suspicious.

“Well…if it’s still intact then the tracking system should work,” Vaughn muses.

“Awesome,” Skies grins, “so, how can we track it?”

“Uh well, like I said, all of the Pandora servers are down,” he explains, “but if we had a powerful enough computer system and a hacker, we might be able to get into the galaxy-wide main servers.”

“Cool. Okay, so, one thing at a time,” Skies says, “let’s find a hacker. I actually know of one, although I would prefer him to be kind of a last resort so, anyone else?”

“What about the old Helios employees?” August suggests.

“Pfft, no way,” Vaughn scoffs, “those guys are pretty much useless for anything except making creepy art portraying Rhys as a god.”

“Okay,” Skies sighs, “well, the hacker I know of is Claptrap.”

“Oh no,” Athena groans, facepalming.

“A CL4P-TP? I thought Hyperion discontinued them,” Sasha says.

“Yeah, but this one survived,” Skies replies then faces Zer0. “Zer0, what’s up with Sanctuary? Can newcomers still only get in through the fast travel station in Overlook?”

“Yes, it is locked down/ to anyone without/ teleportation,” he replies, flashing a winky face.

“Great,” Skies smiles and faces the others. “Then all you have to do is get to Overlook, then from there to Sanctuary, and get Claptrap.”

“Wait, why does it sound like you’re not coming?” Vaughn asks.

“Look, I wanna help find Rhys, but Sanctuary is kind of a bad zone for me,” she replies, rubbing her neck. “So when you find Claptrap, just let me know and I’ll meet you somewhere, okay?”

“Where’s Overlook?” Sasha asks.

“In the Highlands. You’re gonna need a vehicle,” she replies.

“Most of ours got destroyed in the fight,” Vaughn says.

“There’s a Catch-A-Ride nearby,” August points out, “we can hit that.”

“You guys go ahead,” Athena says, “I’m gonna wait here for Janey.”

“I will see you all/ in Sanctuary,” Zero says before disappearing.

“Okay, we’ll call you when we have the Claptrap,” Vaughn says.

“Good luck,” Skies calls after them. She and Athena watch as Vaughn, Sasha, August, Loader Bot, and Gortys walk away.

“Sooooo,” Skies says, turning to Athena. “I’m gonna get to meet your fiancée.”

Athena scoffs and walks back to the Helios wreckage, Skies following and pestering her with questions like, “can I be invited to the wedding?” and “on a scale of 9-10, how pretty is she?”

#borderlands #borderlands 2 #tales from the borderlands #borderlands fanfiction #borderlands au #myocs #myart

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cuilective · 6 years ago

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Announcement: New Muse(s?) Incoming

Actually, possibly two, though I’d like a bit of input first if at all possible.

The one that I for sure have in the works is an OC I had back when I first joined the pokemon roleplaying community back during the ORAS hype: my Team Aqua grunt Alphonse. He’s a tall gangly softboy whose signature pokemon is a sassy Girafarig he named Banana. He’s a pro at names, guys. Always dooting a kazoo or trying to cheer people up with puns, he’s the sweetest ‘villain’ around. Joined Team Aqua more for the roof over his head and steady income but couldn’t really care less about the team’s ultimate goals, but the team in general has become so much like a family to him that he’ll do whatever he can for them.

Now, there was one other muse I wanted to add... but I can’t really pick between the two OCs. I’d like to see which one, if either, y’all might be interested in interacting with? Or maybe both??? I’ll ramble a bit about them each beyond the cut cus it’s kinda long oops... there’s tl;drs under each character if it’s too much to read at once gjbdfgh

One of the two would be a trainer unaffiliated with any team or organization, Cooper Evans. His signature pokemon is an Espurr named Marnie, who is an intense busybody and a walking callout post of a cat and likes to abuse her telepathy to pester people... when Coop isn’t around, anyway. She’ll only behave around him. As you can see through the link he doesn’t have a very human appearance, so trying to figure out a pokeverse for him has been a bit tricky.

I’m still figuring it out, but first option is he might be a human/ultra beast fusion made secretly in Aether’s underground labs out of an unofficial ultra beast called UB Infinity or Neuroboros, a serpentine psychic/poison purple dragon captured by Aether and kept under lock and key to be studied while it slumbered away biting its own tail. The fusion was with a comatose and deathly ill young Cooper in a desperate attempt by an Aether scientist to bring him back from the brink of death.

Or I’ll remove the Aether aspect entirely and he’s fused with various mundane pokemon in an attempt to give him a stronger body. Pokemon like Nidoking, Espurr, and Feraligatr, and possibly others were used. Either way he takes on a very inhuman appearance and has to find a way to fit in without, yknow, scaring the living daylights out of people. He typically does this by dressing like the Poke Maniac trainer class. Big stuffed nidoking suit to hide his tail and ears in with slots to put his horns through, and a simple cloth mask to hide his jagged teeth. He’s got an excuse for any odd trait of his when asked. But ye, he’s at least 19 and an absolute meme. An obnoxious little meme. He hasn’t given up on dabbing yet, but when it comes to memes his favorite has to be the classic rick roll.

I have yet to find a fitting faceclaim of him due to his unique face, so chances are I’ll have to commission some simple icons. But until then I’m thinking Shigeo Kageyama would do well enough, since it’s close enough to his previously human appearance. gamefreak tried to be slick with allistair the purble masked spooky boy but coop was first!!!!

TL;DR: Psychic Purple Little Man Tries To Blend In With Normal Humans, Has The Power of Anxiety And Anime On His Side. And A Cat.

My other option... Aleksey Volkov (< each name is a link! warning for shirtless old sketch in the second half???), the ‘Beast of Rocket’. (Not to be confused with pokespe’s ‘three beasts of rocket’) Though likely without the fluffy ears/tail... maybe. I dunno. I’m kind of attached to them. He’s at least around 30 years old. He studied the differences and commonalities between humans and pokemon--particularly humans with ESP and pokemon that are said to have originally been human. His goal was to unlock the 'innate power' he believed each human to have, which was comparable to a pokemon and its moves/abilities. His theory was that ancient humans had powers akin to pokemon and his goal was to activate those ancient genes in modern humans.

His experiments were getting some interesting results, but he got the attention of Team Rocket before long. They abducted him and his wife and daughter, using his family as leverage to get him to work for them. Their goal was to use him to find a way to harness the energy of pokemon to give humans superhuman abilities, much in the same line as what he was doing already. This was in a particularly cold part of the world, so traits were chosen from ursaring, piloswine, and mightyena to create a superhuman who was perfectly suited to fighting in subzero temperatures.

When it came time to test what he currently had, he refused to test on anyone else but himself. It worked, in a way, turning him into an actual manbearpig... but also scrambling up his head to the point where he was difficult to control and no longer seemed to remember anything in regards to the project, or... much of anything else, actually. The project deemed a failure and not even remembering his own family, what he became was instead used as muscle for Team Rocket whenever they need to dish out knuckle sandwiches for whatever reason. Typically loaned out to the different executives and admins, either as a bodyguard, enforcer, or something of an assassin, as any evidence left behind would point to some wild pokemon attack, not a human, right?

His faceclaim would be Klaus Von Reinherz. I mean, look at him!!! the lil tusks... the sideburns... it him.

TL;DR: Doctor Prettyboy is forced by Team Rocket to make a super soldier potion. He tests it on himself and becomes Manbearpig. He is now huge and angry and strong but can’t remember anything else. Team Rocket is keeping him as a sexy, sexy weapon. Quite possibly over eight feet tall even while slightly hunched over.

I genuinely can’t pick one or the other because I love them both and think they’d both have a lot of potential for neat interactions. Can you see your characters interacting with either of these? Do you have any interest or questions? Please feel free to reply, send an ask, IM me, whatever. Be as honest or nosy as you want, I’ll even take anonymous input if that’s what folk are more comfortable with. I just want to be selective with which characters I add to this multimuse because I don’t want to end up with 50 characters and only end up using like 3 of them, yknow?

#long post #psa #?#trying to decide who to add pls helb me

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jimlingss · 7 years ago

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The NewsCasters [Finale]

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 (Finale)

Words: 13.1k

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Anchors!Au, Rivals!Au

Summary: When Local and Celebrity news has to fight head on, who knows who will win. All you do know is that Kim Seokjin, the arrogant bastard that he is, might give you a hernia before your job does.

Warning: Swearing, implied smut, mentions of prostitution.

Dating is weird - you still cannot wrap your head around the concept.

“So….the chardonnay looks good.”

“Hmm, I hear it pairs well with the steak.”

“That’s nice.” You awkwardly clear your throat, flipping through the menu that is way too expensive for entreées that could barely fit in the size of your palm. “What are you thinking of ordering?”

“Not sure yet.” He studies the menu with an unnecessary amount of concentration, refusing to look up and meet your eyes. “The ratatouille sounds pretty good.”

“Uh-huh.” You have so many regrets.

You should’ve never agreed to go on a date with your sworn enemy, Kim Seokjin. The dim lighting, white clothed tables and knowing smiles of the waiters does nothing to alleviate the awkwardness between the two of you. If anything, the amorous atmosphere is making it worse.

It’s excruciating. It’s unbearable. The cringe of the first date crawls up your throat, threatening to make you scream and book it out of the high-end restaurant. It’s never been this horrendous with Seokjin before. A month ago, you would’ve made a snarky comment and banter back and forth with him, let your eyes roll as he sprouted some cheesy nonsense with his cocky smirk.

But now, he does not speak a single word. You don’t either. It’s merely meaningless small talk to fill in the spaces of silence.

“So, how was your day today?”

“It was good. What about you?”

“Good too.”

You don’t know why you feel so nervous. But you’re aware that you’re not alone. Seokjin is in a similar state, given that he tugs on his shirt collar every so often, fiddling with the cuffs of his suit, swallowing hard and avoiding your stare. “The weather was nice today. Blue skies.”

“Yep.”

Perhaps it’s the looming pressure that this one time that will decide everything - that you’ve only given him one chance. Maybe it’s because you said you wanted serious and now the pair of you are trying not to fuck it up in front of each other. Whatever the countless reasons are, all you know is that this is much more painful than it needs to be.

“I’d like the steak.”

“Yes and I’d like the ratatouille. Could we also get a bottle of the chardonnay?”

“Certainly. And is that all?” As you nod, the waitress collects the menus and bows her head, telling you that it’ll be out in less than ten minutes. You want to beg her to stay but alas, the moment she saunters off, the stiff quiet settles again.

Your hands are in your lap, fidgeting with the cotton fabric of your little black dress. Jin grabs his glass of water, sipping on it and pretending to be preoccupied with scanning the area of the restaurant. The warm chatter coming from the other tables occupies your ears and you nibble on your bottom lip, tasting the strawberry chapstick you had put on top of your red lipstick.

“So…”

“Umm…” You clear your throat and he inhales a large breath, searching for a topic of conversation. A light bulb flickers in your brain and you smile out of relief. It’s a different strategy but it’ll kill time and give you a chance to get a grip on yourself. “I’m going to head to the washroom for a bit.”

“Oh, okay.” Seokjin’s shoulder eases as well, thankful that he gets a minute to collect himself.

You excuse yourself politely, grabbing your purse and making it across the floor towards the washrooms.

It’s not like you were ever pressured into going on a date with Jin. You very much want to. It’s just that you never realized how awkward it was going to be. You’re beginning to wonder if it’s better to keep what the both of you had before - old friends that are now competitors, occasionally flirting and fucking behind closed doors. Maybe it should stay that way-

“Y/N?!” A shrill voice shrieks and your heart stops beating. “Oh my gosh, that is you!”

You’re spun around, faced with a strawberry blonde woman accompanied by three other males and you blink twice to make sure you’re not dreaming. “S-Sana! What a c-coincidence. Are you guys eating here?”

“Yup, we got a reservation!” The girl is in a floral skirt and yellow blouse, joined with Namjoon, Hoseok and Jungkook who look at you in surprise. “It was supposed to be the entire team of Local News but Seokjin said he couldn’t make it,” you flinch, “Jimin said he was busy too and the other writers have a convention to go to.”

Sana snags Namjoon’s arm, hanging onto it with a smile. The timid man blushes. “In the end, it’s sadly just us.”

Jungkook, the other co-anchor from Local News, quirks his head to the side. “What are you doing here, Y/N?”

“I...was..uh...going to the washroom!” You point to the sign, mind racing with thoughts. “And, um, I was just ordering some takeout to bring home.”

The boy frowns. “You’re wearing really fancy clothing for grabbing takeout.”

“Oh, I’m trying to break into it. There’s no point in leaving it in the back of the closet!” You laugh loudly and you look down at your heels, inwardly cringing. “Does the dress not suit me?”

“No, that’s not it! You look quite nice, Y/N.” Hoseok smiles at you, more careful with his words than young and reckless Jungkook. The program director’s motto has always been to create peace between the two programs and he’s generally friendly. The only time you’ve seen him lose his temper is when Youngmi is involved which is a bit strange if you think about it- “You know, you should join us for dinner.”

Your train of thought comes to a screeching halt and your face drains of colour. “Actually, I’m busy-”

“That’s an amazing idea!” Sana’s irises light up and she lurches forward, grabbing your hands. “You were gonna go home alone anyways, right? You should just join us, Y/N!”

“I…”

Jungkook remains quiet, not wanting to converse with the enemy but not completely opposed to the idea either. Namjoon is the one who speaks up. “Did you order yet?”

A slight whimper leaves your parted lips. “No…”

Sana continues to badger and pester you, begging and pleading. “C’mon, Y/N. Please? Please?” She cannot bear the thought of you eating by yourself and it would be a definite perk to have another female around the table. “Pretty please with a cherry on top?”

The persistence and batting of the weather girl’s long lashes has you wavering. “Okay. If you guys don’t mind,” a massive sigh spills from your mouth, “Sure.”

The familiar waitress at the front booth gives you an odd look. You stiffly smile and fortunately, she must receive some kind of signal since she doesn’t make any comments. All you hope for is that the waitress will redirect the group to the otherside of the restaurant where you can make some excuse, bail and go back to Seokjin.

But of-fucking-course not.

If there’s one thing you learned, it’s that fate hates you and Seokjin together. And the waitress has to lead the entire group to the table right next to him. “Y/N?”

He spots you and stands up. Jungkook beats you to the punch and steps forward with his doe, wide eyes. “Jin? What are you doing here?!” It’s like the younger boy is a puppy and he finally found his owner. Jungkook grins and nearly hops up to Jin. “I didn’t know you would be here!”

“Yeah.” Hoseok frowns, thanking the waitress for the menus as she hands them to him and leaves. “Didn’t you say you were really busy doing something tonight? You made a big deal saying it was important and life-changing or whatever.”

“I’m waiting for a date.” His eyes momentarily flicker to yours. “But I think I got stood up.”

Everyone grimances out of sympathy and guilt overwhelms you as well as frustration. Nothing ever goes right when you’re involved with Jin. Even if you desperately want things to, there’s always a wrench thrown in.

You look over to the table and there’s no trace that you were there. The weather was warm enough that you opted out of a coat, your handbag was currently slung on your shoulder and there wasn’t even a lipstick stain on the napkin. The only thing was-

“You ordered without your date?” Namjoon pursues his lips together, asking out of sheer curiosity.

“...yep.” Seokjin inhales a deep breath, demonstrating his quick wit with his next line, “I heard the steak was good so I figured I would just order.”

Jungkook hums, brows furrowing deeper. In dating 101, he thought it wasn’t a good idea to order for other people. Nonetheless, the naive anchor muses, “You must’ve been waiting ages for your date.”

“Yes.” Seokjin smiles, rubbing his forehead and staring at the empty seat across from him. “I’ve been waiting for years.”

The others assume he’s just being dramatic but you fully know he’s not. The truth weighs heavily on his bitter tongue and sad expression. Your chest hurts and your lips part on instinct.

“There’s probably some kind of misunderstanding.”

He smiles at you. “I trust her, so you’re probably right.”

The chirpy meteorologist decides to change the sorrowful atmosphere with a forced giggle and a pat on Seokjin’s shoulder. “Well, there’s no point in sitting here and waiting all night. You should join us, Seokjin! We caught Y/N by the front door and now Jin too! There are so many coincidences tonight. Maybe this is a sign that you should’ve never bailed in the first place!”

There’s some silence. You try to use telepathy to convey to him ‘no, don’t move, wait until we can get the fuck out here together’. But unfortunately, you don’t have mind reading powers.

“Okay.”

Hoseok smiles, grabbing what was supposed to be your plate of food. “I call the steak.”

The six of you end up having dinner together well into the night. Sana cozies up to Namjoon’s side and you would typically think nothing much of it since the mereologist has always been physically affectionate to everyone but the writer grows shy and the smile that sneaks on his mouth makes you suspect this isn’t like the other cases.

Although your steak ends up getting devoured by Hoseok, you order a similar dish and it’s as delicious as you thought it would be. The chardonnay is also passed around and you’re feeling a bit woozy after two whole glasses. “So what kind person was your date?”

Sana pierces her eyes into him, intrigued as to who managed to pick up the infamous Kim Seokjin. Around the company, no matter who it was that flirted with the man, he merely brushed them off. To find him on a date was gossip gold.

“My date is someone I’ve known for a long time.” Jin smiles to himself. “She’s funny, pretty, smart, cute, all of it. But an absolute control-freak too.”

You don’t disagree despite your brow twitching. Meanwhile, Hoseok tiredly sighs. “I know the type.”

He says it like it’s from personal experience and before your mind can take a trip to wonder what he could mean, Jin steals back your attention. “Actually, it’s not that bad. I find it kind of funny to throw her off her game and watch how she reacts.” He smirks. “She always surprises me.”

“You sound like you like her a lot.” Jungkook pipes up, “Too bad she ditched you- ow!”

“Oops. Sorry, my foot slipped, Kook.” You give a tense smile and the boy mumbles incoherently. Across from you, Seokjin snorts aloud and his smile expands. You most certainly did not ditch your poor date - Local News might not believe you but you’re far from being a heartless monster.

Nevertheless, there’s no point in creating an argument, thus, you transition to the smoothest subject you can think of. “Are you going on any dates recently, Jungkook?”

“Me?” His complexion becomes flushed and he shakes his head several times. “No, not really.”

Sana giggles. “Jungkook here is too innocent for a date. They’ll probably eat him all up in one bite.” She coos at the male before looking over at Namjoon with a smile. “Reminds me of someone.”

Before you can ask if there’s something legitimately going on between Namjoon and Sana, Seokjin interrupts and looks off at his co-anchor. The duo of them are rather close, reminding you of brothers and it’s always endearing to see Jungkook looking up to Jin and the latter taking care of the former. “What kind of person are you into, JK? I haven’t heard you mention anything about your sex or love life.”

Jungkook becomes sheepish with the new attention and he scratches the back of his neck. “Uh...I’m...I...I like energetic and happy people. Someone who’s really enthusiastic and fun and passionate about what they do.”

Namjoon grins. “So, you mean Taehyung?”

“Oh my god.” You gasp, hitting your fist against the table. To think that your own co-anchor’s feelings of infatuation are reciprocated - if Taehyung knew, he’d be over the fucking moon. “You have a crush on Taehyung. But why?”

“I...uh..”

Hoseok, to your right, laughs. “Jungkook is a sucker for handsome people that tease him and guys that share his hobby of playing video games-”

“It’s more than that.” The anchor interjects in a cute grumble and you nearly swoon right then and there, chin rested in your propped up hand, mulling how adorable young love is.

It’s then that you feel a sudden brush on your leg and a jolt bolting up your skin. Sana responds to Jungkook something along the lines of ‘of course it is’ but you don’t notice. Hoseok asks if you’re okay from your abrupt silence and you nod, masking your startlement with a cough.

The moment he turns back to the conversation, you flicker your eyes into Seokjin’s, glaring at him. The man is lifting his wine glass to his mouth, sipping it and he discreetly winks at you. Simultaneously, his foot brushes the inside of your thigh and goes higher and higher.

No one has noticed. Nobody realizes that both you and Seokjin have gone quiet, that his shoe is off and his leg is extended under the table, foot pressing straight at your dampening core. As inappropriate as it is to be doing this at a public location, no less in front of co-workers that could demolish you if they found out about the relationship, it sends a pleasant thrill up your spine.

“Is Taehyung seeing anyone, Y/N?” Sana leans over the table and you gulp, having difficulties concentrating when your slit being rubbed up and down by his toes, clit pressed roughly with little consideration; Jin having a simple objective of ruining your sophisticated demeanor.

“Uh,” you let out a sort of squeak before shaking your head. “Not that I know of.”

You can’t help shifting closer off the edge of your seat, closer to Seokjin and the knowing smirk never erases from his arrogant expression. He continues to brush your thigh, poking at your clit and you down the rest of your chardonnay, muffling back some noises that crawl up your throat.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Hoseok puts a hand on your shoulder and you jump.

“I-I’m fine.”

Suddenly, everyone’s attention is on you and Seokjin hums. “Are you sure? You’re really red.”

The little shit pretends to be innocent, fluttering his long lashes but you catch the tiny smirk that flashes for a second and you scowl at him. But it’s then and there that you make a decision. “I...”

“I have a really bad stomach ache.” You grasp onto your abdomen to sell your lie, exhaling a staggering breath for an award winning performance. “I was trying to ignore it but I guess I can’t.”

“That’s terrible.” Sana is genuinely worried and you would feel bad for lying if not for your damp, sticky underwear and the aching throb between your legs. “Do you need medicine?”

“Nah. I’ll just go before something bad happens. Thanks for tonight guys. It was fun.” You stand up and Seokjin puts his leg back where it belongs. He watches in amusement as you scramble for your belongings, shuffling your seat back, pulling your short dress down.

The others don’t get to say much before you’ve skedaddled off, straight into the washroom.

Luckily, it’s all separate washroom stalls, each with their own toilet and sink. The moment you get inside and lock it, you’re pulling your phone out, sending a text that instructs him to tell his colleagues that there’s an emergency and that he needs to leave. Seokjin must receive it since in the next two minutes, there’s a stern knock on the door.

“Y/N?” The door opens and you tug him in, shutting it a second later. “Woah-”

You pull him in for a sloppy kiss, desperate to get a taste and intruding your hot tongue into his mouth. His arms snake around your waist, pulling you in until your chest is pressed against his. You only part away after running out of oxygen. “I-I..wasn’t going to ditch you. I really was heading to the b-bathroom and then I accidentally ran...ran into them-”

“I know, I know.” He smiles at the way you pant and he leaves a few pecks on your mouth to chase the flavour of your lips. “You don’t have to worry.”

You embrace Seokjin close to you, laying your forehead on his shoulder. “I’m sorry. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. It was supposed to only be us, having a nice dinner together.”

“It’s fine. But...” He giggles at how you’ve hastily moved away, ripped his suit jacket off of him and your thumb is hooked around the waistband of your panties, ready to peel them off. “What are you trying to do, Y/N?”

You freeze. “I, um, uh, are we not going to fuck?” The embarrassment quickly washes over you and your cheeks grow hot at his soft gaze. “I thought the whole...footsie thing...umm…”

Seokjin grins. “Of course we will! But I’m not going to do it in this dirty bathroom, do you know who I am?! I promised to take you out on a proper date, so we’re gonna go on that date! I’m a gentleman who keeps my promises,” he huffs out while childishly stomping his foot. “Ice-cream!”

You blink and he smiles, continuing, “Two blocks away, my treat and then we can make love in a warm, nice bed, all night, together.”

Your face twists up in a distasteful expression like you ate a lemon slice. “Make love?”

He helps you put your underwear back on and laughs. “You’re fine with saying ‘fucking’ but not ‘making love’?”

A few whines leave your mouth and Seokjin never once diverts his eyes elsewhere. The nervousness from earlier in the night has completely dissipated that the pair of you are finally acting more like yourselves. He throws his jacket over his shoulder, holding it with two fingers and his other hand lifts up. You pout, putting your palm in his but a smile also sneaks up your mouth, one that you no longer resist.

“Let’s go.” He laces his fingers through yours. “Let’s finally have our date.”

The door opens and you never look back.

Things don’t change - dating is still weird.

But with Kim Seokjin, one outing quickly turns to three, which multiples by ten.

Before you realize, you’re lost count of how many times you’ve been at restaurants and huddled together outside of convenience stores, to the movies and giving handjobs in the back of theaters to getting fingered in the backseat of the car in the dark corner of a parking garage.

It’s strange to say the least. Sometimes you rouse up in a panic that someone is smothering and choking you to death, having their arms wrapped around your body. Other times, you wake up in the middle of the night startled that there’s another lump in the bed next to you. There are incidents when you get home late from work and upon opening the door to discover a light on in another room, your first instinct is to grab a baseball bat and beat up the intruder-slash-burglar.

“Where are we going?”

He turns around with a smile, holding back the urge to pinch your cheeks that puff out when you pout. “It’s a surprise.”

“I hate surprises.”

“I know.” Kim Seokjin keeps on tugging you along, lacing his fingers tightly between yours. “And knowing that you hate it, makes it more fun for me.”

You give him the most unimpressed expression that you’re able to muster. “Really? You’re the worst.” Jin swiftly stops in his tracks, on the middle of the street, sulking at the statement and you roll your eyes, reaching up to plant a quick kiss on his lips. “But I guess I don’t hate you too much.”

Another foolish grin expands across his features.

You still aren’t used to all these changes yet - from holding hands (which seems gross with sweaty palms and germs festering between fingernails) to sudden kisses (which are very inconvenient since you have to worry about bad breath all the time now and your expensive lipstick smudging). Even your nightly television binges are interrupted since apparently he’d much rather watch an informative documentary than a reality television show.

Dating Kim Seokjin, rival and competitor, is an absolute whirlwind that gives you a massive headache on most days. But it’s not as bad as you initially thought it was going to be.

“What are these?”

The boy holds the bouquet to your nose. The edges of his lips tilt. “Flowers.”

“Well obviously.” You take them with a frown, the floral scent of the lavender tulips wafting into your nose. “But where did you get these? I was literally in the washroom for two seconds.”

He merely shrugs and then winks. “Secret.”

For one, you have a cuddle buddy now, a partner to chat and complain to. Additionally, the pair of you are learning from each other; while Seokjin becomes less snobbish towards the celebrity world, you’re absorbing more information about current events.

Who are you kidding? You adore this man.

The weekends aren’t ever boring with him around. Your meals have improved with his culinary skills. His kisses and warm embraces are also a huge plus. On days that he stays over at your apartment, at night, you dig your frozen toes into his toasty thighs, which is an amazing perk despite his loud screams.

Seokjin isn’t living with you but at this point, he essentially is with those fun ‘sleepovers’ that occur every other day. The guy’s weaseled his way into your house, closet and drawer occupied with his belongings and toothbrush perched next to yours. Although you’ve had to throw your routine out the window, the change has been for the better. You can feel it.

“We’re not going roller skating again, are we? I had bruises all over my knees for weeks, Jin!”

“No, we aren’t.”

“Is it a scavenger hunt?”

“Nope.”

“Kite flying?”

“Not this time.”

“Don’t tell me��.are we going to an improv show?!”

“You act like they’re bad when in fact, you were laughing the entire time!” He pokes your nose and then laughs too. “But no. Just trust me!”

You’re still learning how to cope with the spontaneity; like the time Jin tried to drive to a cliff peak for a stargazing picnic but ended up getting lost and driving on a straight highway out of town for three hours without an exit in sight. In spite of having to end up sharing a single bed with him at a dingy motel room, at least you two got closer, in a literal sense as well.

Nevertheless, the two of you are still learning about each other.

“Jin.” You whine his name for the fiftieth time this night. “We’re not going to adopt that puppy you saw in the window last week, right? We don’t have space for the poor dog. Unless…” Your eyes spark and you look at him carefully. “Are we just wandering around and killing time?!”

He lolls his head to his shoulder, gaze sweeping up and down your figure. “If you keep asking me questions, little girl, I’m going to bend you over and spank you.”

You fake a dramatic gasp. “You wouldn’t. Not in public.”

The anchorman grins. “Keep pushing me and you’ll see.”

Oh really? Your interest becomes piqued and you lean your weight onto his arm, asking where you’re going and how long it’ll take, questions spewed incessantly without a breath being taken. You push his buttons and you catch his glare, only giggling at it and acting as childish as Seokjin usually is.

It’s only when you hear a familiar voice a few feet away that your mouth shuts and your spine becomes cold. “Y/N?”

Fuck.

Min Yoongi is standing in front of you, wearing a disturbed expression as his eyes flicker from your face to Seokjin. You immediately pry your hand away from Jin’s, hiding it behind your back with your other hand still holding the bouquet of flowers. Your posture becomes straight and rigid, mouth opening and closing a few times, a literal fish out of water.

The reporter, your colleague, is in a similar state.

“What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same.”

You look over to Park Jimin who is joined beside Yoongi.

They’re in casual clothes, standing relatively close together. If you didn’t know any better, you would almost think that they’re on a date - like you and Seokjin are. “Just hanging out.”

You nod your head, swallowing hard. “Same.”

“Alrighty then.” Yoongi grabs onto Jimin’s sleeve, beginning to drag him away. The latter man is stunned speechless. “I’ll see you on Monday?”

“Yeah...have a good weekend, Yoongi.” Your own hand grabs onto Jin’s shirt and you pull him in the opposite direction. The four of you awkwardly slide over, switching positions and facing each other as you slink backwards. “Bye, Jimin.”

The moment everyone mutually turns around, you latch onto Seokjin’s hand again, booking it down the street. He runs with you, panting for air and laughing aloud at the same time. Jin doesn’t need to ask if you’re that against making it publicly known that you’re dating him nor does he have a chance to misunderstand that you’re ashamed of him. The anchor is too aware of the dynamics at your workplace, considering he shares the space and is technically your co-worker as well. The hostility on both sides is still very real.

But Jin doesn’t mind as much as you do; he’s willing to be on the forefront of glares and rumours but he’s not overly concerned at the moment.

It’s too humorous to watch you practically die after running a measly block.

“Are you okay?” He crosses his arms, watching you crouch over with hands on your knees, hyperventilating and having a hack attack. “Y/N?”

“I-I’m fine.” You pound your chest, lungs and heart burning. “I s-should exercise more, that’s all.”

He pats your shoulder and says the most horrid words of all- “sounds like a date.”

As atrocious as a date at the gym sounds, at the very least, you’re glad that you escaped successfully from Yoongi and you’re still alive to hear the man giggle from your terrible athletic skills.

You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.

“Damn.” Seokjin is absolutely breathless. His chest is still heaving as he tries to take in air and his stare is pinned onto your visage. The hair on his head is completely disheveled and you wonder if any efforts can bring the strands down again. It looks like he was electrocuted and you make a mental note to resist pulling on his locks from now on...at least when you’re at work. “You’re such a dirty girl.”

“I better get my turn later.” You quickly adjust your skirt and fix your smudged makeup.

Jin pulls up his pants and grins, slapping your ass as you bend over to pick up your discarded cardigan. The spank goes straight to your throbbing core but you force yourself to ignore the ache, too worried that you’re both running out of time.

“Damn straight you will. After that, I’m not sure I’ll let you off until you beg me.”

You don’t get a chance to make a comment, not when you open the closet door, darting your pupils in both directions before finding that the coast is clear. As you make your leave, Seokjin holds your waist, twirls you around and kisses you silly.

“I love you,” he whispers against your lips.

“I know, dork.” You slap his chest, making him let you go. Anxiousness causes you to take another look in all directions, feeling relieved when there’s indeed no one at all. “What if someone saw?!”

He shrugs. “Then we’d give them one hell of a show.”

“Get back to work before your program gets thrown off the air, idiot.” You lightly push him, making a last ditch attempt to try to tame his bird nest’s hair with a stroke of your hand. After a moment, you reach up on your toes, pecking him quickly on his lips. “I’ll see you after work.”

Special break times and extended lunches are no surprise to your schedule anymore. As much as you both like to enjoy your time properly in a bed, pressed between soft covers and mattresses, there’s something about roughhousing in a closet at work and the scandalous nature that keeps you going throughout the day, giving you a better re-charge than caffeine. Jin doesn’t disagree either considering how much he grins when you pull him in.

“Did you hear?” “What is it?” “There’s a rumour going around that-” “No way! What?!”

But you never considered the complications of your actions.

“W-what’s going on?”

Taehyung sips on his tea, brows raising in the process. “There’s some office gossip going around.” Your partner leans closer, bending his knees down to your left ear and he whispers like someone might be listening, “You know….about workplace romance.”

“What.” Your spine goes rigid, senses triggered and on high alert.

Shit. Have you finally been exposed?! You begin to panic, envisioning being ostracized, whispered about in the halls, burnt at the stake. Your entire career will go down the drain-

“Oh, Y/N.”

The writers standing by the coffee machine in the break room shut their mouths the moment they notice you. An editor nibbles on his granola bar and the others look away. It’s intensely awkward and a sweat begins to break at your forehead. They seem to hesitate before breaking the silence. “Can we...ask you something?”

Maybe, you can brush it off. Perhaps, you can play dumb. There are a lot of strategies here!

In a final attempt to save yourself, you tip your head to the side and smile, masking your distress. “Sure, what is it?”

One of the writers seem to be loosening at your compliance and she effortlessly slides up to your side, cocking a single eyebrow up. “Y/N, we’re a team here. This department is like a little family, so, it’s important to be honest. All of us value cooperation and harmony. That’s why you don’t have to lie.” You nod in agreement, admiring her cunning abilities to persuade you. “There’s something going on, right?”

You clear your throat to not stutter. As if you’re on air, you speak clearly and distinctly, tongue punctuating each syllable. “What do you mean?”

“It’s so obvious.” Everyone around the circle stares at you, their piercing eyes crawling under your skin. “Youngmi and Hoseok.”

There’s a murmur that ripples through your co-workers and nods exchanged. “They’ve been so shady for awhile. There’s something definitely going on between them. I’m willing to place bets on it.”

You dart your eyes back and forth, between each person that makes any remark, mind blank and reeling, all the messages delaying. They didn’t find out?

“Did you see the way he keeps looking at her?” “Yeah and when they’re arguing, it seems like a lover’s quarrel.” “It’s no wonder they’re always trying to keep the peace between our programs.” “So Youngmi’s been siding with the enemy this entire time?!”

Taehyung hums. The writers continue to dish. The editors drink their coffee and offer their two cents on the situation. Never have you felt so alone in a horde of people before. Even with your secret being safe, you feel vulnerable and naked.

“Well, I think whatever they do outside of work isn’t any of our business.”

Everybody freezes. They crane their necks around. In particular, Taehyung gives you a weird look, wholeheartedly surprised at what you’ve said. “Who are you and where is the Y/N that I know?”

Ignoring him, one of the editors steps up with a scoff. “Are you kidding me? The problem is that they bring it inside of work and not only that but our careers are at stake! Everything that we know of can disappear just like that. We’re supposed to be working our assess off to save our future jobs but our leader is off sleeping with the competition.”

The strain in the air becomes heavier with the reminder.

Each individual grimaces, staring down at the floor and you don’t make any additional comments. They’re right after all. You can’t refute facts. Someone else shudders.

“Workplace romances are actually the worst - why can’t they keep love out of business?”

The pounding headache knocking at your brain doesn’t help you focus. Suddenly, the little perfect bubble universe belonging to you and Kim Seokjin has bursted. The fairytale has turned to a bitter reality. The little honeymoon phase has faded into a bleak and unknown future.

At the end of next week, one of you will be packing up your bags and belongings, clearing out your desk and drawers. What will happen after that? The economy hasn’t been great and who knows where you’ll have to travel in order to get a decent job. Can your relationship even handle long distance?

“Good evening and welcome to Local News at six. I am Kim Seokjin.”

The voice on screen interrupts your trance and mental meltdown. You stare at the man on screen, the corner of his mouth that’s meekly upturned, his crinkled and soft eyes and the confidence radiating off his skin. You miss him. It’s pathetic considering you’ve seen him a couple of hours ago but you wish he were here with you now, to tell you it’s all going to be okay and that there’s no point in freaking out. He always manages to somehow make your noisy head become quiet.

“Jin’s hair is really messy.”

The observant remark has you whipping your head over to Min Yoongi who’s nonchalantly flipping through the script. He lifts his chin at your stare and eyes you, lips twitching into a slight smile.

“I got a tip from someone. You should join me, Y/N.” His sly tone makes you wonder if he’s threatening you and your own eyes narrow. “Are you free tonight?”

The electricity and heat is felt between your locked stares.

“Yes.” You respond in a cautious manner and exactly like the incident on the weekend, you both begin to back away, slick and steady motions not to startle the other person. “I am.”

This relationship with Seokjin was going to be the end of you.

Night typically means it’s time for more romps in the sack - in your case, you could be lying on a nice bed or at least bent over a kitchen counter rather than cramped in a tiny closet or the backseat of a car. But today, instead of being in the nice company of your ever doting lover, you are heading out with grumpy Min Yoongi who seems to have more chips on his shoulder and sticks up his ass than usual.

“Where are we going?”

Unlike Seokjin who would tease and banter with you, Yoongi shuts your trap instantly with his intolerant glare. “Shut up.”

“Wow, rude.” You roll your eyes and it does nothing to deter him.

It’s an eerily quiet area that the pair of you are treading on. By day, this cute part of the city has some small business stores open and boutiques lining the street. By night, it’s dead; almost creepy in the way it reminds you of a zombie apocalypse. You don’t know where Yoongi’s leading you and if you didn’t trust him, you would be afraid that he was going to kill you.

It takes a lot in order to assemble findings into a stable story. There’s a ton of investigations that need to be done, leads to follow, establishing reliable contacts and sources. It’s a rather unpredictable lifestyle but somehow, Min Yoongi manages to do it well. You’ve only joined him a handful of times but you know he’ll go to great lengths to find something amazing.

You just hope you’ll make it out alive.

“A love hotel?” You tilt your head, letting the obnoxious neon lights burn to the back of your eyeballs. “Yoongi, why are we at this place?”

“We’re going around back,” he mumbles in equal reluctance. He enjoys this as much as you do, which in fact is none, but sometimes business requires sacrifice. “Just be quiet and follow me.”

The both of you tread on the lawn, crouching down and blending into the shadows. You make it around the hotel building to the parking lot and interestingly enough, there’s a huge cluster of trees in the middle of the space. The largest tree reminds you of something you’d see straight out of National Geographic: Oak Forests. As you muse what it would be like to climb it, Yoongi makes it to the trunk, looks up, bends his knees and has his hands laid out.

“What?”

“Let me boost you up.”

A muscle in your cheek jerks. “You’re kidding.”

“I’m not. Hurry.” He gives you an urgent expression and you grumble, mentally debating the choices you have but you’ve made it this far.

You can only thank yourself for wearing a pair of old dress pants today as Yoongi hoists you up and you grab onto the thick branch, clambering the tree like a five-year old on the monkey bars.

After, the reporter swings his camera behind his back and jumps too, using his weak upper body strength to climb the white oak branches, struggling a bit in the process. You mutter curses under your breath, forcing yourself not to look down in fear of falling and you scale the tree to the best of your abilities.

“Are we spying on people?! Yoongi is this even legal?!” The more you think about it, the more you’re losing it. “Did you forget about the privacy laws that was slammed into your brain last year by Youngmi? If she knew we were here, she’d kill us. We could get into so much trouble for this, oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. This isn’t in my job description. I’m going to fall and die and make it in the front pages of the newspaper. Fucking hell!”

“Quit your whining,” he huffs out of breath, struggling to climb upwards. “Desperate times call for desperate measures.”

You touch something slimy on the rough bark and you cringe, wiping the mysterious substance on your cotton blouse. You’re less than thirty feet off the ground but it’s still making you nauseous to the pits of your stomach. “Jesus, we can get arrested for this. Sued for sure. We’re not the paparazzi, Yoongi. This is so wrong. So wrong in so many ways.”

“Okay, you can stop climbing now. Here should be good.” He picks up his camera, adjusting the lense while leaning against the thick trunk of the white oak tree. The reporter presses his face up to the viewfinder, perfecting it in place, pointing it right at the position of the open window. “Now we wait.”

“For?”

“You’ll see.”

You lean against the tree trunk before settling down on a sturdy branch, hanging your feet off and forcing yourself to calm down. The rustle of the green leaves dance to the cool night breeze and it sings pleasantly in your ears. You can feel the wind kissing against the apples of your cheeks as well. Despite being afraid of falling, it’s quite nice to feel like a child again, scaling a tree with a good friend, making mischief and up to no good. “Hey, Yoongi.”

“What?”

“Thanks for not exposing me.”

“Exposing what?” He smirks slightly when you look over at him. The city skyline and flashy lights of the hotel offer a dim sort of luminescence. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

You scoff, running your fingertips against the rough bark, filling your senses with nature’s fresh scent. You muse that regardless of the hard exterior Yoongi puts out there, he’s always been a great friend, having your back since day one.

He hums. “What’s the official relationship status?”

“I’m...not sure.”

You and Seokjin haven’t actually made anything official yet. You’re not sure if calling him a boyfriend is the right word.

“You know, it’s okay to date him, right?” Yoongi drops his camera, letting it sling over his neck. He keeps his eyes trained forward while settling down beside you. “You’re not doing anything wrong and it won’t jeopardize your career. I know everyone makes a big deal out of it but at the end of the day, it’s your life. And don’t you want a life outside of work?”

You give a soft smile, eyes flickering upwards to the tiny stars poking through the blackened sky. “Are you trying to insinuate that I have no life?”

“You know I’m not,” he replies. “It’s undeniable that you’re a workaholic, Y/N. You love routine and patterns. You’re a person who doesn’t like change and you lack adaptability skills. Don’t worry, I’m not trying to insult you. I’m like that too.” A heavy sigh spills from his lips. “I’m just trying to say that Seokjin is spontaneous and he’ll bring variety into your life. If you move out of your comfort zone, maybe you’ll achieve more than you had originally planned.”

“Wow.” You redirect your gaze at him. “That’s really insightful and comforting, Yoongi. Thanks. I’m not being sarcastic either. I needed that. Like a lot.”

“No problem.” His lips are pouty and he shrugs. “I tell it how I see it.”

“Then can you tell me why you were being such an asshole earlier?”

There’s a reason the reporter brought you out here. It’s not everyday that he requests your assistance. In fact, he prefers to be self-sufficient and independent in his work. But you’ve been working with him and been his friend long enough to know his true intentions. Yoongi is indirect. There’s always intentions behind his actions and you suspected that he led you here to talk.

There’s something on his mind that he needs to spill and you’re going to be that trustworthy someone that he talks to.

“I’m always an ass, Y/N. Nothing’s ever changed.”

“It’s Jimin, isn’t it.” By the change of his features, you know you’ve hit bullseye. “Are you seeing him?”

There’s a pause. “Something like that. I don’t know. Relationships are hard.”

“You could say that again.”

Yoongi inhales a short breath and then mentally leaps forward with courage mustered. “Do you think I’m a shitty person, Y/N?”

“What?” You frown, having never witnessed the reporter being insecure. “No. Did Jimin say that?”

“Of course he didn’t.” The corners of his mouth upturns. “The kid’s an angel. But I feel like he could do better than someone like me.”

“Are you kidding me?” You lightly hit his arm and he turns to you in all his weak and sincere vulnerabilities laid out. “Yoongi, you’re amazing and who cares if you’re blunt? That just makes things better. You work damn hard, you’re funny and pretty decent looking in the face.” He laughs and you match his grin. “If you want me to be frank, I even had a crush on you when you first came!”

He rolls his head to the side, interested in what you have to say. “Then what happened?”

“You opened your mouth and started talking.”

For the first time that night, Yoongi breaks out into hysterical laughter and you giggle until your stomach squeezes painfully. Tears fill your eyes and you wipe them away, sitting back and enjoying the midnight hour. “Don’t be with someone who makes you feel bad about yourself. But you deserve love too, Yoongi.”

As it leaves your mouth, you’re also struck with a self-realization. “All of us do.”

“You’re such a brat.” Yoongi smiles. “I’m glad you have Jin around to reign you in.”

“Oh please.” You nudge him with your elbow. “Don’t you know that I top?”

“You freaks. Ew.” He cringes. “Don’t tell me about your sex life.”

Your tongue ‘tuts’ and you dreamily sigh. “You’re a fucking lucky bastard though. Park Jimin is an angel and you better treat him right. He’s cute and sexy as hell. What I would do to sit on that-”

“Hey, watch what you’re saying.” The reporter glares. “That’s my man you’re talking about.”

You sulk and brush your hair to the side. “God, why are you so whipped already?”

He raises his camera, the lense pointed straight at the empty hotel bedroom and he goes quiet. From where you are, you’re barely able to notice the details but you quickly find two figures leaving the bathroom. “Yoongi? What’s going on?”

“Oh my god.” He snaps a bunch of photos, flash turned off and the shutter sound quiet in comparison to the rustling leaves. “Y/N, you’re gonna want to see this.”

You take the camera from him, closing one eye to look through the viewfinder and a gasp breaks from your throat. “It's the singer, Roe Soyi.”

The young girl is recognizable from meters away. Many years ago, she was an idol before she broke off from her group to become a solo artist. She’s younger than you are, more successful too and as beautiful as the pictures make her out to be. The popularity of the singer is off the charts and if you can get a story about her, it would certainly break the audience records.

“What is she doing?” You watch as an older man, gray hair and wrinkles marring his visage, reaching down to dig into a large black bag. The two of them are barely wearing any clothing, fluffy bathrobes hanging off their frames. As you continue to observe, the man opens up a smaller bag, licks his thumb and is seen counting a stack of green bills.

In the meanwhile, you capture different shots until the man throws the horde of money onto the bed. “Is she…” You’re interrupted by another gasp, hitting Yoongi several times on the shoulder.

“Ow, ow, ow.” He rubs the aching muscle, avoiding your fist. “Stop it, Y/N! What?!”

“I know him! I know him!” The recognition hits you like a bullet train and you don’t know why you didn’t realize it beforehand. “That man, I recognize him! He’s Hong Pyungho, a politician that’s running again in the new election. He was doing campaigns and everything to run a second time.”

The late nights of watching current news programs and curling next to Seokjin’s warm body has finally come to some use. You have never felt more happy about watching the news before. “He has a wife and a six-year old daughter.”

“Oh, his family wouldn’t like this then,” Yoongi mumbles. “What are they doing now?”

“The door’s opening, it’s room service.” You use the camera lense like it’s binoculars and you squint, attempting to capture each detail as you continue to take shots. Another thought barrels into the forefront of your mind and your breath gets caught in your lungs.

“Yoongi….how much does a room like that cost?”

“This is actually a really fancy place, I don’t know. I’d say maybe five hundred a night and plus the room service...in a spot like this, you could easily shed off eight hundred bucks. Why?”

“Just….” It can’t be true - at least for once, you hope your suspicions aren’t true. “..did you hear about anything else?”

“I have a friend who works at the airport. They said Soyi was going on a secret trip about a week ago to a villa with a secret lover. Took a private jet and everything but no one knows anything other than that. But apparently she looked pretty unhappy.”

“A private jet? A villa? An expensive hotel room….room service….the cash thrown on the bed. Oh my god.” The train of thought has halted hot on its tracks.

Soyi is crying, tears marking down her cheeks as she begins to strip off her robe. The fabric pools to her feet and the young girl kneels on the ground. The man holds her cheeks together with one hand and drags her face closer to his crouch. A nauseous feeling sews itself in the pits of your stomach. You don’t capture any pictures of the horrid sight. But you can’t look away either.

“Yoongi,” you begin with a broken voice, “I think she’s prostituting herself.”

Yoongi stays quiet. The recognition washes over the both of you - this story is going too out of your hands. It’s too big. It’s National News worthy.

“And I think he’s paying her with taxpayer dollars.”

The Local News department is chaotic.

In order to cover the National-worthy story as soon as possible, it’s pandemonium - fact checking, grabbing sources, stringing together a coherent report, getting witnesses and interviews, connecting it to other current news stories.

You barely get to see Seokjin anymore when he’s swamped up to his chin, pulling all nighters to get it done as fast as he can. Jungkook drinks all the coffee in his break room before sneaking into Celebrities’ to take more, even Sana gets no time to chit-chat and Namjoon spares you a single smile while he’s on several phone calls, speaking to his ear piece and two different mobile devices at the same time. Hoseok is thrown in meeting after meeting or at least that’s what Youngmi mentioned.

Each editor is reading over stacks and stacks of paper, not allowing for a moment's rest. They read and circle sections while walking into work, on the elevator, striding down the hall. The writers are in a similar state, hair jumbled and purple bags lining their eyes, muttering underneath their breaths as they scratch themselves through their dirty clothing.

It would be pretty disgusting if your team wasn’t so jealous.

The tension between both programs has decreased dramatically since one party is too busy to participate in throwing oil into the fire. Now, your colleagues are merely watching on the sidelines, bummed out and bitter that they didn’t get a chance to dip their hands into the story first. If they knew that you and Yoongi willingly handed it over them, they'd be absolutely furious.

But the reporter agreed with you. Competition aside, the story needs to be told in the best way possible. In this case, you trust Seokjin to deliver it objectively and accurately.

“It’s not good to be consuming so much caffeine especially when it’s this late.”

There’s a cup of hot tea sliding onto his wooden desk. His eyes immediately flicker upwards, startled to find you here and to hear your quiet voice. Seokjin sheepishly smiles at you, the wrinkles around his eyes creasing and giving a softer aura. “Hey…”

You look away, the action gives you a sense of déjà vu. But this time the tables have turned.

Seokjin was working well into the night while the others have left the office, having gone home to their warm homes and families. The only source of light was coming from his desk lamp, a yellow glow casting onto his white papers. The custodians whistle in the halls but the whirling of the vacuum cleaner echoing down keeps you both company in the otherwise silent space.

You were working late too and while making a trip to the washroom, you found his office occupied; a black head of hair and a concentrated face, teeth nibbling on the nail of his thumb. He was yawning every so often and sleepily rubbing his eyes. Instead of walking away like you did months ago, you stepped forward this time.

Now it was you making the first move.

“Thank you.”

In your memory, weeks ago, you had dumped out his offering. But in spite of that, Seokjin takes the cup and sips, muscles relaxing as the warmth spreads throughout his body. He reaches up, planting a quick kiss to your lips to show his gratitude. Your cheeks grow hot and you linger.

“Is it okay if I work with you? I have a few things to proofread.”

“You don’t need to ask.” He enthusiastically pulls out a chair beside him and grins happily at you. “Be my guest!”

You scoff playfully, planting yourself down with your own bundle of paper, working on the memorization process for tomorrow’s newscast. Every so often, you look up to find Seokjin hard at work, eyes sweeping across the page and his nose wrinkling with the occasional sniffle. It oddly reminds you of your university years and those rare days you sat across from him at the library.

“How is it?”

“We’re done!” He drops the paper on the desk and spins around his swivel chair, stretching out his stiff limbs and the kinks in his neck. “I’m just doing last minute tweaks so it sounds natural. We’re airing the story tomorrow.”

For the past few nights, your suspicions have been multiplying in your head and the curiosity has gotten too much to bear. “Was I right?”

“You were.”

The lump in your chest falls to your stomach and Seokjin matches your grimace. He slides the papers over to you and you pick them up, reading over the report. “Pyungho and a handful of other politicians have been prostituting a bunch of male and female celebrities. We got reports and the numbers don’t add up. Only a fraction of the campaign donations were actually being used properly. Not only that but they’ve been using taxpayer dollars to pass around these celebrities. It’s essentially sex trafficking at this point.”

You look back at him and he continues with a long sigh, “We have several witnesses and victims lined up to talk about it. Even Roe Soyi has agreed to speak to us with the condition that the photos that you and Yoongi took will be blurred out for the most part. She’s angry about Hong Pyungho and wants justice. Her interview will be released tomorrow.”

In the abyss of bleak news, there’s one silver lining.

The corner of Seokjin’s lip tugs and his irises glimmer at you. “We’ve caught them in the bag, Y/N. These scumbags will have nowhere to go but to prison.”

You can envision it - front pages, giant headlines, the public outrage, the police investigations and prosecutors marching into courthouses. Seokjin’s made a difference in the world. He’s fulfilled the ultimate journalist’s dream, using his skill set for good. You’ve never felt prouder.

“You did it.”

“I didn't. It was you.” Jin grins and wraps his arms around your waist. “You weren’t just right, Y/N. You’re a goddamn genius! If it weren’t for you...if it weren’t for you...I don’t even know.”

He begins to plant kisses on the corners of your mouth, your cheek, nose and forehead, smothering you with his love and affection. Giggles spill from your lips and he lifts you up, planting you straight onto his lap. “Why is my girlfriend so smart and sexy?”

You pull away. “Girlfriend?”

His mischievous smile is still plastered across his face. “Aren’t you?”

“That’s kind of the other thing that I wanted to talk to you about.” You twiddle your fingers in apprehension, hesitating and struggling to pick the right words. “I mean...what are we, Seokjin? Officially. Are we dating?”

“Hmmm. I thought we are. But I mean, I love you,” he says it so casually like it’s a fact he’s always known and it leaves you bewildered, “So, we can be whatever you want to be. Girlfriend. Boyfriend. Lovers. Partners.” The man wiggles his brows in a playful manner. “Master and pet?”

“Psh, shut up. I just needed to know.” Still on his thigh, you lean your head on his shoulder and Jin rubs your sides until you’ve melted in his touch. You hum, mumbling underneath your breath, “And you know, I wouldn’t have realized that man was a politician if not for all the current news that you make watch.”

His fingers that were slowly tracing up your inner thigh freezes. There’s a pregnant pause.

“Are you admitting that Local News is better than Celebrity News?”

You lift your head with a grin and you snake your arms around his neck, tugging him in for an extended kiss. His plush lips press against yours perfectly and you smile. “You wish.”

The hour beforehand is always the most intense.

“We got five minute until we’re on air!” The producer shouts across the room, triggering an immediate rush and adding to the hecticness as well as the high strung, tense atmosphere.

“Seokjin!”

A large figure physically barrels into the room, accidentally crashing into the door. The ruckus causes the chaos to pause for a split second, people whirling their heads around before the pandemonium ensues. There’s no time to waste, not when-

“We’re on air in four minutes!”

Namjoon is huffing and puffing, bent over with his hands on his knees, glasses slipping from the slope of his nose as he tries to catch his breath. The poor writer sprinted across the entire building and up seven flights of stairs.

On the other hand, a man of similar height, big and bright eyes greets him with a charming smile. He’s in a black blazer, ironed white shirt tucked into his dress pants to match. His hair is also gelled with his forehead revealed, neat and without a strand sticking out. The male is dressed for success. “What’s the matter, Joon?”

“Did you see the-”

“I saw it. Calm down. Things are fine.” The other grins in a confident manner amidst the commotion. “I know.”

Sana skedaddles over, scolding Namjoon for running and hurting himself while asking if he’s okay.

Meanwhile, at the exact same time, sleepy eyes and a mop of black locks passes by your large office. He sticks his head into the room and your eyes glimmer. “Did the date go well?”

“It did.” Yoongi smiles, the happiest you’ve seen him at this time of day. “You won’t believe the mouth that Jimin has, god, I thought I was going to-”

“You fucking lucky bastard.” You chuck your pen at the reporter, scowling while he laughs, walking off and disappearing down the hall. “I’m not interested in your sex life either, you know!”

Time continues to tick.

You begin to warm your throat, singing up and down the scale, practicing your pronunciation with the script held tightly in your hands. Your tongue rolls r’s and you mutter tongue twisters, preparing a crystal clear voice that is to speak without a moment of uncertainty.

“Everyone get ready! Two more minutes!”

Seokjin combs his hair in the reflection of the camera lense. You pull out your sleek lipstick tube from your pouch, facing the window wall of your office and applying the shade to your lips, smearing and popping your mouth to spread the colour evenly.

Jin takes a deep inhale. You exhale. He shuts his eyes. You open them wide.

“Have you-”

“Yes.” He answers with another smile, plopping down on the chair. “I’ve kept up with the news.”

“Have you looked over the script yet?”

You scoff and roll your eyes, situating yourself comfortably in the seat. “Of course I did.”

There’s one more minute left. The camera operator is behind the lense, audio engineer and broadcast technicians in the room at the back. The writers are standing with their clipboards in the darkness, Namjoon among them. The producer shoots a thumbs up for encouragement. The spotlight beams down on the two, nearly causing them to break a sweat at their foreheads.

Things are perfect. In a minute, the red light of the camera will flicker on. It’ll be a success if a full hour is made without any major screw ups. If he does exceptionally well, he may even get a reward tonight from a certain someone.

Time - why couldn’t it move faster?

3… 2… 1…

The music begins to play. Words flash and spin on screen with a globe rotating in the back and fancy lines running from edge to edge.

‘Live! This is channel seven Local News at six with Kim Seokjin and Jeon Jungkook.’

The broadcast technician signals the two anchormen and the red light of the camera sparks ‘on’.

“Good evening and welcome to Local News at six.” The sanguine male radiates confidence and charm, speaking calmly and distinctly. The women in the room are already swooning and the men are dripping in envy, hanging onto his every syllable and admiring his handsomeness.

“I am Kim Seokjin.”

The boy beside him nods his head. “And I am Jeon Jungkook.”

Across the building, on the same floor, you feel Taehyung hitching his breath next to you. A ‘wow’ spills from his lips. “Is it just me or has Jungkook improved his wardrobe selection. Like he looks a lot more-”

“Shut it.” You slap your hand over your partner’s mouth, eyes still glued to the screen playing the live Local News program. There’s not a second that you want to miss. “I’m listening.”

“Our top story tonight is about children from an elementary school. This school in the east had recently opened to three hundred kids. Unfortunately, there wasn’t a playground in place and people in the community stepped up to start a festival, raising money for the construction-”

Yoongi appears, chuckling and shaking his head. “You are so whipped.”

Taehyung is confused by the remark and you scowl, bearing your teeth like a predator. Yoongi is undeterred by your glare. “Will you shut u-”

“Shush. Silence.” Ironically enough, he puts a finger to his own lip and his eyes narrow when Jimin appears to do a report. You scoff and Yoongi leans in closer to pick up every syllable.

Local News has been doing well for themselves ever since they made the report on the politician scandal. It had rippled the entire country, causing other sources to pick up the case and do digging themselves. But currently, it was being resolved by the law, officers and lawyers alike. You’re still proud of Seokjin and the Local News team for their abilities in revealing the secrets and saving those who deserve to be saved.

Towards the end of the broadcast, the attention is brought back onto the screen.

“For our last story, we actually have a few of those elementary students with us today.” Seokjin smiles, relaxing from his stiff posture and the camera pans over to the kindergarteners who are running all over the set, curiously poking their noses into the camera lenses. “You’re on T.V. Say hi!”

They giggle and Jungkook seems taken back, almost scared of them and Taehyung laughs. On the other hand, Jin picks up a little girl struggling to get onto the main desk. She grins at him and he mirrors the lopsided smile.

“I have to admit…” One of the writers watching pipes up, “It’s too bad that Seokjin’s the enemy. He’s husband material.”

Instead of feeling jealous, you wholeheartedly agree.

The program begins to end, Seokjin thanking viewers for tuning in while Jungkook concours, trying to bid the audience farewell while getting trampled on by a bunch of five-year olds. The camera begins to pan out and Seokjin’s gaze drips of endearment. He lightly pinches the child’s rosy cheeks and matches their smile. Before the music can completely drown him out, the audio picks up his voice-

“Hopefully, I’ll have a kid like this with my girlfriend sometime soon.”

The credits roll. Your heart stutters. There’s a wave of exchanged mutters in the room.

“He has a girlfriend?!”, “Since when did he have a girlfriend?”, “Kim Seokjin is taken?!”

There are gasps and exhales, some full of shock and others of disappointment. Yoongi discreetly smirks and Taehyung frowns, turning to you. “Did you know about this?” You open your mouth but your tongue is utterly speechless. All you manage is a small shrug.

“We’re on in one minute!” A person from the technician room announces loudly and on screen, commercials begin to roll. The set clears off and you prepare yourself alongside Taehyung.

With hands clasped on top of the desk and the countdown begins, all you hope is that your skin isn’t too noticeably flushed.

3… 2… 1…

Hiding your relationship with Seokjin isn’t simple or easy.

Without a doubt, there’s a definite thrill to it. From time to time, adrenaline courses through your veins when you’re sneaking off in the background together, going off into the supply closet, holding hands underneath tables or in the elevators when no one’s watching, swapping secret kisses while passing each other.

But most often than not, you’re always afraid that someone will finally pick up on all the cues and realize Seokjin isn’t just trying to tease you or get under your skin anymore.

“What are you doing here?”

He gives you a cheeky grin. “What do you mean?”

Before you’ve even gotten your morning dose of caffeine, you find Seokjin leaning against the building's wall outside, right by the front door, smiling the moment you come into sight. He holds out his left hand and you take the coffee with a murmured ‘thanks’. Jin opens the door for you, ushering you in and you giggle at his courtesy.

“Did you really have to wait for me outside?” The pair of you are walking across the lobby in synchronized steps, speaking in low murmurs so others can't eavesdrop.

“Why?” He steals a glance. “You don't want to see me?”

“No. I just…” You take a moment to search for the right words. “I just think that you're making things too obvious. People are going to start suspecting us.”

“So? Let them watch.” The side of his mouth lifts to a smirk. “It's more fun with an audience anyways.”

“God, you never get enough, do you?” You press the button, waiting patiently for the elevators and your lips meet the rim of the coffee cup, taking a much needed sip. “We could've driven to work this morning. It saves on gas.”

“What happened to not wanting others to suspect us?”

You contemplate his question. “I mean we can park a block away and walk.”

“Together?” He steps into the elevator once the metal doors have parted and you follow suit, allowing it to close on its own.

“Well, I’m just saying that we're practically sleeping over at the same place. There's no point in driving two different cars.” You hum. “Speaking of which, why don't you just move in already? All your stuff is at my apartment. You can't freeload off your girlfriend, you know. You gotta play fair and split the bills.”

“Fine.” He kisses your cheek quickly. “I'll move in with you this weekend, alright? Does that make baby happy?”

“I-...you-!” You're appalled to have your bedroom nickname spoken at such a public place in broad daylight but Jin looks at you expectedly, waiting for a response. You pout. “Yes.”

The elevator ‘dings’ as it reaches the proper floor.

The door parts and his cocky expression never erases, having you right where he wants you, twisted around his fingers. “Have a good day at work and I’ll see you afterwards.”

Right as you expect him to strut off, his palm lightly ricochets off your ass, spanking you and leaving your senses tingling. A gasp breaks through your mouth and he smirks. “Be a good girl for me.”

You watch with your jaw dropped as he walks off and into the opposite direction. A scoff breaks through your throat, an eye roll to accompany it but you can't resist the little smile either.

“Alright, guys!” Youngmi is shuffling papers at the front. “For today’s newsroom meeting, we have a number of things to go through.”

The writers and editors sit around the conference room table, Taehyung to your left and Yoongi to your right. Your co-anchor is flipping through a few tabloid magazines and the reporter is drinking his third coffee of the day. As enjoyable as the meetings are, you’ve been extremely sleepy these days since Jin keeps you up well into the night and-

“Congratulations, Y/N!” Youngmi reads off the agenda and all heads turn to you.

You blink once. “Pardon?”

“It says here that you need to go talk to the chief-in-editor, Andy Lee.” She looks up, unaware of what’s exactly going on in the written reminder. “Something about how with Roe Soyi stepping up with other celebrities,” she reads with confusion, “The...climate's finally right?”

Oh my god.

“Oh my god.” You sit up, startled and your eyes widened. “M-my segment.”

Your head snaps to the corner of the room where Namjoon is. The writer, like you, is beginning to smile and you feel tears well up in your eyes. The others remain oblivious and you stand up from your seat, bolting straight out the door and down the hall despite your name being called.

The editor sits by his desk, tapping away at his keyboard and when you hurl your body into his office, huffing and puffing from having ran up three levels, he grins. “So, I’m guessing you heard?”

“Y-yes.”

You’re not a failure. The story that you’ve been working on, the perfect timing has ultimately come. The oncoming success is knocking at your front door. Finally, you can tell your story.

The editor-in chief nods his head. “Let’s do it, Y/N.”

Life couldn’t be any better.

At eight o’clock, with both Local News and the Celebrity News program finished, everyone is snagging their coats and ready to check out for the day. Tonight, the entire team is going out to a bar to grab drinks together. It’s been a long time and with the stress of the deadline coming up, it’s been getting to everybody.

At the end of this week, in seven days, the higher ups of the broadcasting company will decide what program they want to cut. It’s only going to be a downwards spiral from there.

“Where are we going tonight? I need a drink so badly right now.”

You dig your hands in your pocket, waiting for your partner, Taehyung. The boy purses his lips for a second. “Actually, I think I’m going to have to skip today.”

“What?” Yoongi halts, suddenly interested in the conversation.

You look up as well. It wasn’t like Taehyung to opt out of a social gathering. He was the hype man mood-maker. He lived for these sorts of things. “Where are you going?”

The anchor sheepishly smiles. “I may or may not have a date.”

He’s too suspicious and you already have an inkling of the true culprit.

“With Jungkook?”

The boy dramatically gasps, putting his hand over his mouth and he steps back. He is genuinely shocked, wondering if you’re a mind-reader. Taehyung leans in close and whispers, “How did you know?”

You wink at him. “That’s a secret.”

The reporter exchanges a look with you and the both of you pat Taehyung on the back, wishing him luck and easing him of his nerves. All of you are about to step out of the room but you’re interrupted with an eardrum-bursting “WAIT!”.

Everyone turns their heads around to Youngmi who stands in the middle of the office area between the desks. Your program director is visibly nervous and disoriented. This is all too familiar of a scene and you’ve felt like you’ve experienced something similar to this before.

The writers exhale, not liking the sound of the interruption. Youngmi relaxes herself. She’s more calm and collected than before and you realize how oddly radiant she looks. You can only begin to guess the reason.

“Before we all leave, there’s an emergency meeting.” This time, unlike the first, you don't need to ask questions. She beats you to the chase. “We’re having a meeting with Local News.”

The atmosphere is tense.

It’s not strained due to pure hatred or rage but something more. While the writers and editors glare with fire beneath their eyes, there’s a mischievous glint in Seokjin’s gaze to you. His foot rubs against your leg but you kick him roughly, giving him a telepathic warning not to mess around in such a tight space with the others around. He sulks but you turn a blind eye, ignoring him.

Taehyung is sneaking glances of Jungkook while the latter blatantly stares straight at him. Jimin grins at Yoongi and the reporter focuses down on his lap, trying to keep it together in front of his co-workers. Sana is openly cozying up to Namjoon’s side while the two program directors are mumbling outside the door together.

The air of the small meeting room isn’t only charged from wrath but also sexual tension.

“So…” Hoseok enters the room and captures the attention of each person, shattering the heavy silence that weighed on your shoulders. “..as you all know, the higher ups wanted to adjust the time schedules based on ratings and views.”

There are mutual murmurs amongst the people and Youngmi smiles at Hoseok, stepping up. “As you know, originally on this channel, half the time is dedicated to local news and the other half is dedicated to the celebrity news program. Fifty fifty, time slots cut straight down the middle.”

They inhale a breath. You hold yours. No one moves or shifts. The anticipation builds until it’s unbearable. Hoseok grins, purposely keeping everyone on edge for his own enjoyment. It’s only once Youngmi has nudged him that he breathes, enunciates loudly and clearly, punctuating each syllable and having potential to be a newscaster himself.

“They decided that it’s too messy to alter anything and things are getting out of hand. So, everything is going to be left the way they’ve always been. There won’t be any changes.”

There’s a drawn out silence. The revelation is delayed, slowly soaking into your brain.

No more stupid segments. No more death corners. No more viral video discussions.

You whip your head to Seokjin. No more competition. He smiles at you and you’ve never felt more blissful.

There’s a loud cheer, editors and writers standing up to hug each other. Sana celebrates by kissing Namjoon right on the lips, catching the journalist off guard. Yoongi shakes hands with Jimin, repressing the urge to engulf the man in an embrace. Taehyung fist pumps the air, Jungkook doing a standing ovation. The two program directors watch the commemoration.

“Good work, Miss. L/N.” Seokjin grins at you from across the table.

You nod your head several times in agreement. “You too, Mr. Kim.”

It’s not like the rivalry and conflicts of both programs have been solved by a mere statement. The competition is still very much alive but each individual is too overjoyed at the prospects of no longer being cut of their work hours or losing their entire careers. It’s certainly a sight to watch an editor from Local hug a writer from Celebrity but it’s not much of a surprise for everyone to agree to go out for drinks together. This is indeed the time to celebrate.

“Hey, where’s Taehyung?” One of your colleagues turns around and asks you, car keys in hand and others already shuffling into the back seat.

Jungkook is nowhere to be found either but you don’t comment, shrugging it off. “I think he forgot something in his office. He might come later on.”

Youngmi is chatting with Hoseok, the pair of them laughing as they get into the same vehicle, carpooling together to the bar. An editor stops by your side and shakes his head, grumbling, “There is something definitely going on between them.”

“We should put our investigation skills to work.” Seokjin appears by your side with a laugh.

The editor chuckles back and then turns away from the road. “Are you both coming with us?”

“Oh.” You hitch your thumb to Jin’s car, hoping that you won’t be interrogated too much. “We’re gonna carpool together. Jin owes me one...so…”

“Okay.” They don’t suspect a thing. “See you there then.”

All of your colleagues and Jin’s shuffle into their respective cars, assigning designated drivers and chatting together on the streets until the engines are turned on and they begin to pull away from the curb. Sana and Namjoon cling onto each other before they’re off as well. From behind, you catch Yoongi and Jimin holding hands, deciding to take the ten minute walk instead of driving. Your reporter friend smiles at you, winking over his shoulder as the pair of them disappear down the street.

It’s finally silent.

Before opening the car door, Seokjin spins around his feet and captures your waist in his hands. He dips you back and you yelp in surprise as he kisses you. You laugh when the pair of you break apart.

“What was that for?”

“Just...everything.” He gently presses his forehead against yours, savouring your warmth and scent, every single thing that is you. “Thank you for trusting me. For giving me a chance to love you.”

You smile against his lips, locking your hands around his shoulders. “The pleasure’s mine, Kim Seokjin. Thank you for loving me and….”

Although you don’t know what tomorrow will bring, if your future is bright or bleak and you feel like a child stumbling in the darkness with too many questions, you are certain that no matter what changes come - Jin will always be here with you.

“I love you too.”

#bts fanfic #jin fanfic #jin smut #seokjin fanfic #bts smut #bts scenarios #bts scenario #my god y'all #this series has a close place in my heart #and wow im internally crying

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Godformers Chat

Metalpiratequeen

Currently writing up a whole bunch of "meet the godformer" memes. Just got to Lazarette and I'm not sure whether to go with mermaid persona

http://orig04.deviantart.net/b071/f/2012/190/2/7/sea_goddess_by_james_face-d56lstq.png

Entirely made out of water

http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/vsbattles/images/5/5b/Digital_Booklet_-_God_of_War_Blood_7.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20160409005113

or giant ass woman

http://www.gameartisans.org/user_uploads/challenges/multiforum/fest-challenges/shawn-zm-142173-fest-challenges-main-image-1377822739.jpg

Deceitfulcharmer

they're all so pretty and perfect ;-;

Vxtum

OMGG SDJKFJKDSFHJKI agree with Katie. ;-; They all look good!

Calypso reminding me of Eris from Sinbad

Deceitfulcharmer

Part of me is a little tempted to take part, but I also know that I wouldn't do anything with it so there's no point asdfghjk

Metalpiratequeen

gently nudges gives us the war/liberator god and blue sky goddess

Vxtum

Could always do what I'm doing? I just made it its separate verse for anytime

Deceitfulcharmer

stop tempting meeeee

that could also work ;-;

Metalpiratequeen

I'm making them seperate verses because I want to keep these going.

Deceitfulcharmer

maybe I'll doodle a couple things when I get home uwu

Vxtum

sdkjhsdfhjk oh god ;-;

-excited for both-

Deceitfulcharmer

I've been practicing muscular males lately so Megatron can be one of my guinea pigs xD

Vxtum

Muscled warlord u-u good, good stuff

Rustedservos

yeah im probs gonna make this a seperate verse also cause i love god formers

Metalpiratequeen

Sweet. Has everyone made a godformer then?

Swordintehswarm

shake head no

Vxtum

Julius says he might make Tetta into a tiny fairy that accompanies Gravitas. (We otherwise are abstaining from Cyclonus, Galvatron, and Scourge having godforms. For Cyclonus, he already has two 'god' verses, and he's from a god in our targetmaster verse. I'm pretty much maxed out with Cyclonus and his herald-self xD)

Metalpiratequeen

Cyclonus-deity whore

But tiny fairy Tetta sounds so cute ;3;

Vxtum

-grins-

Metalpiratequeen

Or an imp. Lazarette sees her as a mischievous I'mp. :p

Swordintheswarm

Fae folk are not nice8'D

Fae folk kill people for fun, no need for imps

Deceitfulcharmer

Grimmjow muse was also very interested in Gravitas' godformers bio, btw uwu

Vxtum

I've no idea if she's a killer. I just know that she puts new flowers in his hair and sleeps in some of the larger blooms strung up on his antlers. She might be nice to him, but for all I know, she could absolutely be this evil thing to everyone else.

omg, was he?? -grins- Come give him a bowl of berries at one of his shrines/alters, and he'll come out to associate with you~

Swordintheswarm

Tetta using Gravitas's antlers to nestle sounds adorable asf

Vxtum

He's a greedy fuck. You leave him an offering, he's there

Swordintheswarm

But I am too cautious about actual medieval fairies to try to approach if it were rl xD

Deceitfulcharmer

when you start thinking of your OC in godformers AU but end up accidentally dragging another two of your OCs into it alongside her ;-;

I started with goddess of wind and rain and now I've ended up with god of thunder and goddess of lightning too

Swordintheswarm

Loool, ikr

MetalPirateQueen

Weather deities!

Deceitfulcharmer

be nice to them or they will flood your village, or start a fire. whatever they feel like

Swordintheswarm

I want to do godformer bug but I’m procrastinating

Vxtum

It took me, like, four days to complete the "meet the godformer" thing, so don't feel bad u-u

Metalpiratequeen

What does my Godformer wear? ....nothing

Vxtum

Instantly the most popular among their peers

Deceitfulcharmer

I'm thinking Electron's Godformer can't/doesn't ever touch the ground, instead hovering on a breeze

Vxtum

I haven't decided yet that when Gravitas takes human form, if he bothers 'magicking' clothes onto himself. He feels like the sort of uncivilized guy to walk around, naked and proud. "Your cultural's obsession with the need to hide the beauty of one's body is not welcome in my presence. I will not humour it."

omg, Katie

Metalpiratequeen

Maybe Electron is a breeze. Like a literal wind with a human outline.You could see a whirlwind inside her. Or a hurricane

Deceitfulcharmer

I was going to go for super flowy clothes but that sounds so beautiful too ;-;

Metalpiratequeen

(Also be warned. LS is a demigod going around demanding quests from gods, Hercules style, so she may obtain godhood and finally meet her father, the god of time. While Lazarette is a vengeful god who hates humans for occupying her domain and rarely ever joins in on deity affairs and politics. Haven't quite decided where the bros stand. Might make Oil Slick a satyr.

Deceitfulcharmer

Megatron sits around, counting down the days until the next war when he's suddenly needed again xD

Metalpiratequeen

God of war gets a lot if holidays xD

Deceitfulcharmer

I have two big questions: 1. How buff do I make him and 2. How much of it do I actually bother to cover with armour

Vxtum

Gravitas actually enjoys humans, preferring to be in the forest, watching them/helping them/revealing himself to them than hanging around the Ethereal Realm (Olympus/Heaven/whatever LOL)), so he pretty much skimps out on most festivities and politics. But fuck, LS. ;-; I love that take you did. It gives her such a good reason to interact with any god she comes across. Fuck, I can't wait to see, man xD

LOL, Katie. Conan arms!

Metalpiratequeen

Go the opposite route and give Megs as little armour as possible. Hell, how about an old collesium match where he battles butt naked!

Deceitfulcharmer

CHARL xD

Vxtum

lmao, I actually agree about the naked part. If you gotta go to war naked to startle the enemy, then more reason to!

Deceitfulcharmer

all these naked gods, how scandalous <3

Metalpiratequeen

They're gods. All they do is fight and have sex anyway.

Deceitfulcharmer

...you have a very good pointwhy not do both at once and save time?

Metalpiratequeen

(Normal verse: Gravitas and Lazarette have a ton of sex. Godformer au: Gravitas and Lazarette have a ton of sex. Only now with bestiality)

Vxtum

Horse cock

Well, not really. Maybe I should still give him his double-cock. Sounds like a god-thing. So fertile he's got two

Decetifulcharmer

yes, give him the double dick

Metalpiratequeen

Well, fish don't really have holes, so they're kinda at a crossroad here. Unless she can also have human legs.

OMG XD

Vxtum

lmao

Metalpiratequeen

My poor girl. Gravitas could only frack her valve as a robot, but now he can actually double penetrate her xD

Vxtum

"CHANGE TO YOUR HUMAN FORM!"

"NO, YOU CHANGE TO SOMETHING ELSE!"

"HOW CAN WE MATE IF WE'RE INCOMPATIBLE? I AM NOT DRY HUMPING YOU, WOMAN."

Metalpiratequeen

LMAO

Already married.

Swordintheswarm

Omfg xD

Vxtum

Everyone hears the argument and just rolls their eyes. Another day as all-powerful gods; another fight between two vastly proud deities, refusing to change form for the other as they try to figure out a solution to have sex

Deceitfulcharmer

-Megatron sits and waits for it to turn into a war-

Vxtum

lmao

So he can come charging it, naked and swords drawn (not just two in this case)

Deceitfulcharmer

His third sword, this time

Vxtum

-pictures Gravitas, mad at Lazarette, exiting a forest to the beach line, and just stomps his hooves and splashes and kicks at the water, knowing it's her domain-

Tailblinking

"Fish pee in you- all day! So... hmph"

Thanks Moana

Vxtum

Ahah!

http://drxgonfly.tumblr.com/post/158552991127/90377-early-rays-by-thomas

- for God!Gravitas

Deceitfulcharmer

Electron is friends with all birds, but her animal form would be a peregrine falcon <3

Aaaahh beautiful forest ;v;

Vxtum

that's awesomeI can even see her in the design of that bird (had to google that xD)

Metalpiratequeen

Beautiful sky goddess ;_;

LS is gonna pester her for a quest. (Or at the very least a free ride)

Deceitfulcharmer

It's an unintentional likeness but I run with it xD

please do <3

Swordintheswarm

Welp now I wanna godformer too

Metalpiratequeen

(Lazarette brings s tidal wave down on Gravitas)

Good!Please join us!

Swordintheswarm

Oh my god 8'D

What do I have to do, I mean I’m not really gonna do anything with it for the event but maybe to keep it as au

Unifyingspark

Clearcut should be the god/protector of orphaned or abandoned kids. Since he has that in his history, poor baby

Swordintheswarm

He's more of a knight than insect, so maybe god of honor instead. God of honor AND insects maybe xD

True LOL

Unifyingspark

honor would do, he is all about the honor

Swordintheswarm

He should take after traits of herbivore insects that fight each other for mates

Aka rhino and stag beetles, and earwigs. Maybe something else

In any case bugs known to 'duel for honor' :'D

Unifyingspark

*huge grin

Vxtum

// lmao.. Lazarette. Coughing, sputtering stagtaur, hair all over his face as he curses her name(edited)

Swordintheswarm

Lol, just this huge rhino beetle with earwig cerci, gilded in gold and jewels. Maybe give him a humanoid face but otherwise he's just a massive damn beetle pursuing evildoers....kind of like khepri from smite, actually

Unifyingspark

sounds gorgeous

Deceitfulcharmer

-gets home in an hour- -really wants to draw her godformers- ;-;

Swordintheswarm

https://images.discordapp.net/.eJwVw1EOwiAMANC7cAAqBTvYAfxXT0AYYTObJbT7Mt7d-JL3MefYzWxW1S4zwLJJ4bFYUR65VduY215z38QWPiCr5rIe9a0C6Mml6K8YIhGhCwEw4XT592miEBMS4P10j-fNvnoz3x__GiHw.5lbRwsqv-Aa3GwbsbG8upq2O3HM?width=728&height=456

Just add browns to that and earwig cerci, and pretty close

Vxtum

I love how the gods could so easily be interconnected and know one another (or know about one another)? CC and his insects in Gravitas' forests; the forest lining against Lazarette's oceans; Electron the air they breathe, the wind that carries in the rain from Lazaratte's seas to Gravitas' forests, to give nourishment for the insects (both as water and healthy foliage to eat) CC's insects are what keep the ecosystem of the forests thriving and healthy

Deceitfulcharmer

They also feed Electron's bird friends <3

Metalpiratequeen

Everything is connected. Hence why most gods are related. It would be nice that each one keeps an eye on the other. Like Electron flying over Lazarette’s domain, keeping watch. Or communicating which each domain’s animals just to hear what is going on

Vxtum

-grins- Always getting into disputes with one another, too. Domain rivalries

Unifyingspark

*throws tiny fairy Tettares around Gravitas' antlersthere's my contribution

Metalpiratequeen

“Your ocean is submerging my land!”

“Well, the ice is stealing my water!”

“Well, the ice is killing my insects!”

Deceitfulcharmer

Omg yes, if she flooded the forest or her trine mate set fire to it with her lightning ;-;

Swordintheswarm

Omg yes. Theres so much capacity for interaction and strife

Vxtum

oh my god, I'm sure CC and Gravitas would be so angry if a forest caught fire 'cause of a lightening strike.

Swordintheswarm

THEY WOULD

Vxtum

And then they'd be snarling at Electron, "IT WOULDN'T HAVE HAPPENED IF YOU HAD BROUGHT MORE RAIN FROM THE SEAS" Then they're off courting their Champions to then go to war and 'win' against the champions of the Electron and her trine mates. That's how they ultimately settle disputes. Bringing in mortals'cause they're immortal so nothing gets settled. In comes LS

Deceitfulcharmer

Megatron rubbing his hands in the distance. Yes good, he's been waiting for a good war

Vxtum

Oh man, that would awesome. When they all fucked up when they wake up the God of War

Metalpiratequeen

I'm pretty sure all Olympus meetings are just awkward family reunions where the father and mother god tell their kids to grow up...and as an opportunity to show off their new Demi-god offspring. "Look it's a nominator!” “Well, mine’s a Cyclops.” “Mine are daemon.” “Mines a kraken.”

Deceitfulcharmer

Gives help to whoever gives him the best offerings

Metalpiratequeen

(Now I can't stop imagining LS wielding a giant axe and running into batlle. "I will vanquish the evil naked war god and finally shed my human shell!!!”

Unifyingspark

Galvatron is proud. *hands her his axe* "You can borrow this for now but give it back or Cyclonus will be cross."// or cyclonus will gives me sucha frown

Metalpiratequeen

gladly accepts the battle axe..and instantly collapses under its weight.

Cyclonus of Tetrahex-Today at 5:47 PM

// Make me think of the comment I made a while back, now that it's so relevant to all this god stuff; Galvatron a war god, Scourge and Cyclonus his Valkyries

lmao Charl

This fantastic demigod everyone wants her as their champion. They see that fire in her

Unifyingspark

Galvatron winces and picks her up, "There, there, you will endure."

Metalpiratequeen

Meanwhile Maccadam, her deadbeat dad is seeing every possible future and drinking himself plastered. "Daughter. Please, stop."

Vxtum

I think Gravitas' trial to become his champion ultimate leads to them to hunt /him/; 'cause I wanted that in his bio. That he welcomes the bravest hunter coming to take his antlers as the trophy

Metalpiratequeen

*Intrigued mortal noises.*

No sweetie. No. There are easier trials.

Vxtum

lmaoI haven't decided if he would use his magic or not (like those who cheat often in the greek lore, making the trials /so/ much harder). I like to think he would put away his signalling horn and broadsword. He /makes/ himself the prey. But he keeps his dagger

Metalpiratequeen

LS gets her offering list out. "Alright then. Skinned fur from a successful hunt? Check. Vanilla scented candles. Check. Bowl or berries mixed with chunks of red meat from successful hunt? Check. Night if untamed passion and dominance?...where's auntie Lazarette when you need her?"

Vxtum

LMAO I can already hear her balking at the request. Not wanting to lie down with a flea-bitten, dirty man-deer

Metalpiratequeen

Well, not twice in one week. XD

Vxtum

LOLOH GOD, LOL

-tries to shut him up- He's just smirking and crossing his arms, a hoof pawing idly at the ground. "Back for more already?"

Metalpiratequeen

*throws a squid at him*

Vxtum

lmao

Metalpiratequeen

She loves him really.

Vxtum

-grins- That feeling is absolutely mutual

Metalpiratequeen

Oil Slick is gonna be a god of decay. :3 wearing his goat skull and cloaks. A satyr, and loving all things that rot and grow fungus.

Vxtum

Holy shit. All of the fantastic aestheticism I can already picture ;-; He's easily going to be the prettiest god to me

Unifyingspark

I was just gonna say, well Oil Slick hits all my spots, so I'm sold

Metalpiratequeen

Normal verse Oil Slick would greatly disapprove of his nonchalant to hygiene. His flower symbol is a mushroom (and he also might delve in hallucinations and acid trips xD) He's gonna love a potential war. So many bodies dropping to the floor. So much disease and death

Vxtum

http://babyanimalgifs.tumblr.com/post/158131529309/his-first-attempt-at-howling

If he enjoys everything decay, maybe one of his offerings could be the Corpse Flower xDLure that god down with the beautiful smell of nasty(edited)

Unifyingspark

Pup reminds me of baby Gravitasalso when I look at that puppy I think "cute" and then I think "pain in my ass"

Vxtum

LOL.. when he tries to roar for the first time in his beastmode?

Unifyingspark

he prolly has a lot of vocalizations though I believe his twin wins out on that. voidmonster who somehow is translated into fairy god.

Vxtum

-grins-His little fairy sister ;-;

Unifyingspark

God of nagging

Vxtum

LOLGravitas scowling and waving his hand at her, like she's a fly when she's nagging him

Metalpiratequeen

"Hey, listen. Hey, listen. Hey, listen."

Vxtum

lmao

Unifyingspark

Tiny glowing ball trying to talk to Lazarette, fish jumps out of water and eats her thinking she's a glowbug. Gravitas standing on the shore, all color leaves his face, "GAH!"

Vxtum

OH godGravitas, eyes wide, galloping frantically into the water. "Veritas!"

Explodes on Lazarette when he manages to capture the fish and free her; cuddling her close as he barks, "CONTROL YOUR BLOODTHIRSTY FAUNA!"

Unifyingspark

"Where does she live?"

"On my head, pretty much."

Metalpiratequeen

Currently on the other side of the world, Lazarette projects a watery image of her head rising out from the ocean, "Get off my lawn."

Vxtum

LMAO

Unifyingspark

God she seriously could live on his head, he could hang a small lantern-style object from an antler like jewerly, when he has to do anything serious, takes her tiny house from him and hangs it on a tree, comes back for her later.

Vxtum

.. omgThat's perfect!

Unifyingspark

she's pretty much the forest gossip queen, collects all the dirt and going-ons, then brings all the chatter back to him

Swordintheswarm

Oh my god

Vxtum

He already has all kinds of other things thrown across his antlers. That would be /perfect/ ;-;"Who is talking shit about me today, sister? Whose people shall I starve today as punishment?"

Unifyingspark

xD I love it

Swordintheswarm

has a mental image of somebody putting festive flags or christmas tree-esque ornaments all over his antlers. There is even a star over his skull. Bloody murder is screamed. It's a bad time to be a mortal in the forest.

Vxtum

LMAO

that would be hilarious

Entire nearby village endures the god's wrath

#[Chat]#[long post]#I finally found this!#au: godformers #I know it doesn't look like it #but an attempt was made to shorten this post!#deceitfulcharmer #vxtum #unifyingspark #swordintheswarm #oh god I wanna bring this back #;-;

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