#bust a move bash

[belovedcloud]

Video Games

pairing: brothers best friend! leon kennedy x fem! reader

✎ synopsis: you and your brother's best friend don't really get along, especially at night time when all your brother and leon do is bash games. a phone call erupts and your brother is gone - a confession goes south.

✎ notes: fucking hell, it has been so long since i have made any posts. i literally have had no motivation + i kinda fell out with resident evil + leon but i'm back into it for a bit! hopefully anyways, i hope you all like this - quite short and sweet but it has been in my drafts for months.

➤ WC: 2.9K

➤ CW: leon's a bit rude in the beginning but playful, pet names such as princess, baby etc. unprotected sex, fingering, having sex in someone else's bed.

At first, it was harmless name calling and what not. Nothing too serious between the two of you as your brother had introduced you to his best friend. His so called 'brother' he would call him. God knows how much you love hate him for meeting Leon. He was always such a pain in your ass.

Your disputes with him carried on ever since, he always liked to annoy you when he came to stay over in your brothers room. And for what? His whole existence was made to annoy you, you were certain of it. However, it wasn't helpful that he was the cutest boy you have ever seen. Leon's dirty blonde locks that he threw back regularly to get it out of his eyes. His lips that looked so soft - never once did you see him have cracked lips when he was giving you a remark.

His blue eyes was the thing that enchanted you the most. In most cases, harsh eye contact would be shared amongst you two after a session of bickering before either one of you stormed off.

So tonight, you weren't happy that your brother had planned a little sleepover with Leon. At their age you didn't know if it was embarrassing or cute for them to have a sleepover. Nonetheless, it wasn't like you could do anything about it. It was just a fact that you had to get over the situation and avoid Leon like the plague. That would be simple, right?

Hearing the front door slam shut, you could automatically tell who walked in - your feet were uncontrollable as you whisked down the stairs and saw Leon with his duffel bag.

"Are you sleeping over or moving in?" The snarky joke left your lips whilst you watched Leon take off his shoes, a small grunt leaving his mouth hearing your remark.

"Hm, I could move in if I wanted to... although maybe it wouldn't be a good option for the both of us princess." That damn nickname, every time he would get you with that nickname. His lips curled up slightly as he watched your eyes roll back to his response. However, Leon couldn't help but have his eyes travel over you. As much as he wanted to deny it, you were pretty. Very pretty in his eyes. He understood that it would be weird for him to flirt with you, since he was your brother's best friend but he couldn't help himself.

The air was beginning to thicken and with that, Leon made his way past you on the staircase; practically leaping as his feet went up 2 steps at a time. Oh whatever, it wasn't like you planned to see him again tonight.

Or so you thought.

It was those fucking video games that the two of them would bash every night. Peace? Not an option with your brother's screams and Leon's laughter echoing out the whole house. Even noise-cancelling headphones couldn't block them out. It was 1:12 AM.

With dissatisfaction in your step, your feet plod on the floors of your home - down the hallway towards the fated room that was causing the most ruckus known to man. The shimmering door handle was begging you to bust the door open. That's what you did.

"Can you both shut up and turn whatever you're playing down?!" A voice echoed through Leon's ears. It was none other but yours and all he could do in that moment was chuckle - you were cute like this. "Mind knocking next time?" Leon voiced out as your brother nodded to his statement, a teasing tone was laced in the question. Leon's eyes shot down to your bare legs, the hem of your shorts barely peeking as you wore an oversized shirt for comfort.

"Well could you mind turning down the volume? Every time I have to-" Your response was cut short due to a loud ringtone vibrating the room. Glancing down at the side table, your brother's phone was basically bouncing up and down as a random caller ID popped up.

"You still haven't changed that ringtone?" Leon joked, snickering hearing the music play - granting a "shut up!" getting backfired towards him as his best friend left the bedroom to answer the call.

Once your brother left the room, it became a bit awkward. Leon didn't feel like sitting on the floor with a deflated cushion anymore so he opted for the bed that rested against his back. His eyes glanced up to meet yours as he cut the silence short.

"We're all alone now huh?" Leon's small laugh soon turned into a smirk as she patted the empty spot on the bed beside him, wanting you to come closer to him. Or at least come into the room instead of just standing in the doorway. Hearing that teasing tone in his voice alone, you knew he was up to mischief.

"Hell no." You scoffed, crossing your arms tightly against your chest whilst looking at Leon with scrutiny in your eyes. "Oh come on, I don't bite. I swear!" He gave you a cheeky grin, his icy blue eyes shining under the lamp shade. "And besides, you know you want to." Leon added on, shuffling his body weight on the double-sized mattress emphasizing the bleak spot next to him.

It wouldn't hurt to sit next to him would it?

Leon watched intently as you sat down next to him, the way your thighs were squidgy against the sheets whilst you ruffled your shirt slightly. His eyes seemed to be entranced by you alone. How could a girl be so beautiful? Sure, he's seen pretty women before but you - you were different. You made his heartbeat rapid unlike any other girl had ever done. It was weird, crazy and honestly scary.

"What are you looking at?" Your voice reverberated in his ears, snapping him out of his trance. It was becoming obvious to him that he could not convince himself that he didn't like you. "You." A hushed whisper came out of his mouth, it was quick and swift but it was heard by the both of you. Shifting yourself to look at him properly, you could not see his face without his hair strands covering his eyes - averting themselves from you for once.

"Why?" A slight snort came out of your lips, making Leon scoff and shoot his head up. "I don't know and it's pissing me off." Eh? What the hell was that supposed to mean? “Pissing you off? Am I really that weird to look at?” Your voice mocked a sad tone; your eyes peered into his as Leon looked at you. There was no way you found yourself weird to look at, he was sure of it. 

“Beautiful.” Was all that Leon could fathom at that moment; it was all he could see in front of him. His lip trembled as the adjective whispered from deep within him – confusion flooded his body to why he was so emotional in this moment. He saw the way your pupils dilated so slightly, almost a shock horror to him. No words came from you, just tranquillity filled the air; it wasn’t awkward anymore. 

“You’re joking with me, right?” 

“Joking? Why would I joke about that?” 

With that, your hands crumpled the bedsheet that enveloped your body – a wave of longing bouncing between the both of you. This literally couldn’t have been happening at a worse time – you both in your brother’s room with an eerie sexual tension. You had to remind yourself; he’s your brother’s . best . friend. Although, it didn’t seem that Leon cared in this moment, the feeling of his hand approaching yours at a snail like speed. “What are you doing?” The semi-rough touch of his fingertips stopped you in your tracks, your eyes peering down at the scene in front of you. 

Almost in a nervous confession, Leon’s hand encircled your own – his face a tinge of red. “I don’t know why it’s taken me so long to finally realise that I do like you.” You genuinely couldn’t be okay in this situation. A confession from a guy you should supposedly hate yet, your heart yearns for. The lips of yours slightly part, your throat begging to be used to say your side. Shamelessly, a fat smile shone on his face – almost a laugh was about to blow. 

“What the hell are you smiling about?!” You yapped out, stuttering over your words, your head snapping right from his. That goofy grin of his, more or less scrutinising you due to highly strung you were. “You’re just cute, that’s all – you can’t even say anything in this.” A lazy chuckle left him, staring you down from your pretty face, down to your body – his icy blue eyes tracing over your legs all the way down to the socks you were wearing. 

Leon had continued to stare at you, but to pinpoint to where the staring occurred, he was eying your lips. Whatever lip balm you had used tonight still left them soft and plump. 

“Leon, we literally can’t... My brother is literally outside!” His hand spread across your mouth, stopping you from talking and making you look at him again. Leon was pressed up against you, another one of his signature laughs trespassed into the air – a mischievous look in his eyes. “He’s still going on about basketball or something, he won’t notice.” His mumbled whisper tickled your earlobe. Did you hear him correctly, or was he seriously being a dumbass? 

“I- Fine. One kiss.” You were stern in what you allowed in this situation, because there was no way you were going to allow your brother to see not just you, but Leon having sex on HIS bed. “Yes ma’am.” 

He didn’t hesitate; he never did when it came to something he craved to do. Leon’s lips on yours surprised you, they were soft – softer than you would have expected. However, you not disclaiming what type of kiss was allowed did prolong the action made between the both of you. As both of your lips collided, saliva was shared and sweet noises left between you two. Kisses soon turn into touches as your fingers manoeuvre around his  body; his arms pull you into him. The hold on you, possessive. 

“Thought you said one kiss, hm?” A smug smile spread on his face as he watched your lips pant slightly. Your fingertips had stopped moving, leaving themselves on his hardened chest. 

“Shut up.” 

One of Leon’s palms now had tapped his lap, indicating for you to straddle him. With a quick look at the closed door – your body automatically moves. Feeling your thighs straddle his own created more of a hard-on that begged for the tiniest amount of touch. Without struggle, his hands shifted to your waist; granting you permission to rock yourself onto him. Subconsciously, you do just that. Looking at the dingy clock, it was only 1:38 AM. It wasn’t long before your brother would come back. 

“I-” 

“Yeah, yeah I know – I would’ve preferred taking my time with you but seems like we gotta do this fast princess.” 

That same nickname you hated now turned into one that gave you shivers, the rasp in his voice now brings a desire that was unbeknownst to you. Shuddering from his touch, you feel Leon flip you onto the soft pillow his back was once on. He brings himself closer to you, close enough for your foreheads to touch. “Comfy?” His lovestruck eyes peer into yours, making your heart quicken to where all you can respond with is a shaky nod. 

Lifting the hem of your oversized shorts, Leon’s hands grope at your thighs, the edge of shorts teased his fingertips. “Pretty girl.” He had ached for you, he wanted to show you how he could treat you. Those same fingertips had led themselves to the crotch of the shorts; although not noticeable by sight, you had created a damp spot between your legs. 

“Excited? You like the way I talk to you.” His thumb pressed up against your bud, slight taps causing your legs to twitch. “Leon... Stop teasing.” A breathless chuckle left you, attempting to demand for something more than just some rubbing. 

“How about you give me the same treatment you give to those stupid games?” You exasperated out. 

“Hard then.” 

Leon’s gentle movements snapped into one of eagerness, his fingers pulling the crotch of the shorts to the side. “No panties?” He mumbled out, admiring the pretty sight in front of him. Without pausing his quick movements, his fingers slicked themselves with your wetness, rubbing up and down. Rapid breathing supported his fast fingers – the two of them sliding into you. 

Once again, Leon’s hand now plastered your mouth. “Mmph!” was all you could muster as he kissed your forehead. “No noise, or he really will know.” The demand Leon had wanted from you was a large one, his fingers curved inside whilst slowly thrusting in and out of you. He was good, too good when the pads of his fingertips hit that sweet g-spot. Something you could never do when you needed it most. An otherworldly sensation, nonetheless, with the boy you so believed you hated. Your head movements were erratic, signalling it wasn’t long before something drastic would happen. 

“Uh uh.” He murmured, removing his fingers and now only slightly rubbing your clit. Fuck, you were so concentrated on his face and fingers, your eyes hid themselves from the stiff boner making an imprint on his sweatpants. 

“See what you do to me?” Leon groaned quietly, quickly freeing his boxer-covered cock from his sweatpants – ensuring that no wet patch would stain his sweatpants. His pre-cum had already made itself visible on his boxers; he did not want your brother to see it on his pants though. Palming himself slowly, your eyes followed every hand movement he had demonstrated to you, alluring you with each pump that spilled the littlest amount of pre-cum. Completely pornographic. 

Leon’s head shot back to the closed door, before freeing his cock from his boxers. There laid a deep pink tip, glistening from his pre-cum. 

“Please.” Your hands tightening around his arms, begging to be fucked by him. It no longer was wanted but needed. He so selfishly had removed his fingers from inside your pussy, so it was at least right for him to fuck you. Right? 

“Patience baby.” Leon removed his thumb from your aching bud, now shocking it with each slap he made with his dick to your clit. A teasing bastard. “Come onnn.” You tutted, poking at his chest. “So needy.” 

It was easy for him to slide his cock in, the wetness from both you and him elicited a not so quiet moan. Leon’s solution in that was to share kisses with you once again. Sweet little kisses synchronised with both your bodies slapping against one another. Eye to eye, nose to nose, Leon looked at you, “Hard, you wanted it.” 

Third times the charm, his hand now covered your lips. The thrusts connected with loud clapping sounds whilst the bed creaked. No way in hell your brother would not hear this. Leon didn’t care. He was completely mesmerised, your thighs were slick, and his eyes beheld such lust and love. 

“Fuck princess, keep squeezing.” You peered your eyes open, seeing Leon’s head thrown back. The sheer sight already making you tighter than ever imaginable. No words could leave your mouth; you couldn’t talk back at him like you always did. Not at all when all your throat could conjure up was the muffled moans trying to escape the palm of Leon’s grasp on you. Yet; you didn’t mind. 

A deep breath echoed in your ears as Leon whipped his head back to look at you. “Oh, fuck, look at you.” The softness of his voice contrasted the hard slams made into your pussy. His hips snapping up and down – draining him of his late-night energy. 

His other hand removed itself from your waist, providing no support as your body jolted up and down – the oversized shirt now stretching to show a slight sketch of your chest – small movements of your tits bouncing. Leon’s thumb lazily rubbing your overstimulated, puffy clit. “Gonna make me cum, oh fuck, baby...” He hushed out, his thumb moving with the rhythm of his hips pumping. The only thing possible to you was to shudder in pleasure, reaching the point of an ethereal orgasm. 

Both of your bodies untensed, predominantly yours that lay tired as Leon pumped his cum all over your clit. Slapping the tip once again, making a low hum whilst kissing your temple. 

“Was that okay?” He whispered, grabbing the near-empty tissue box on the nightstand. Taking a few tissues in hand to wipe you. A bashful smile fanned out on your lips. “Mhm, just a little tired.” A yawn escaped you mid-sentence, looking at him dizzily. Leon had a gentle smile on his face, “cutie.” 

Footsteps could be heard from downstairs once you both came out of your lustful daze. 

Seems like the risk was worth it.

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[sakurocha]

I love the idea of a Sunshine!Partner with Sebastian- Barely even needing to try to put him in a better mood, just so effortlessly sunny and hyper.

Awh but when you're having a gloomy day of your own :(

I can see him trying his very best to recreate that cheery demeanour, failing so cringily that it just makes you bust into a bunch of giggles - Task Fail Sucessfully

Just some thoughts.. ramblings even... heheh

YESSS omg honestly this is my otp!! i LOVE sebastian with a constantly sunny farmer so so much ☀️🌙🤍

sebastian cheering you up !

in which sebastian delivers a tiny gift for you when you're having a rare gloomy day.

you definitely got on his nerves a bit when you first arrived in the valley, constantly scampering over to him to ask a million questions and shower him in random knick-knacks you found in the mines and around the farm. can't you just let a man light up by the lake in peace?

the answer is obviously no. but he realizes that maybe your company isn't so bad, and somewhere along the way, he eventually finds himself somehow looking forward to your sickeningly sweet demeanor and constant questions every single day. as cliche as it sounds, you are the literal sun in his life. <3

one day, when you don't show up by the lake one night like you always do, dread pools in his stomach as he worries he did something wrong. but, swallowing his fears, he ventures to the steps of your farmhouse, where the lights are still on.

he knocks softly. silence. just as he was about to give you some space, you open the door ever so slightly, allowing him to take in your rumpled appearance, as though you had been holed up in bed all day—a feeling he was all too familiar with.

"seb?" you asked quietly.

at first, he was too stunned to speak. he had never seen you like this—anything less than a cheerful ball of sunshine. you simply blinked at him, tears threatening to pool in your eyes.

"hey, hey..." he said, his words trailing off. he had never felt so awkward, standing there on your doorstep, completely at a loss as to how to console his favorite person in the valley.

embarrassment crept up the back of his neck, an idea forming in his head as he recalled all of the sweet, caring ways you had cheered him up whenever he was having an off day, which was more often than he'd like to admit.

he had to repay the favor—it was the absolute least he could do.

"i'm sorry, seb, i'm just not feeling well today..." you said, moving to shut the door.

"wait—no, please, just listen to me... i, uh... brought you something..." he dug around in his pockets, searching for...?

you cocked your head with curiosity, watching him pat down his pockets before his eyes lit up with excitement. "there!" he stooped down, cupping his hands in the grass before jolting upright again, meeting your gaze. "give me your hands."

you did as he said, holding your hands out together in front of you before he spilled the gift in his palms into yours.

it was... oddly bumpy?

and a little bit slimy?

you looked at the little green creature in your hands, its two beady eyes staring right back at you.

"...you're telling me a frog just fell out of your pocket?" you asked, staring up at sebastian incredulously.

a pink flush spread across his bashful cheeks as he met your gaze. "um... yes?..."

the bright laugh that escaped from your lips was so, so pure; you couldn't help but giggle at his earnest attempt to cheer you up. and to be honest? it worked.

"thank you, seb, i love him." you cooed at the tiny frog in your hands, watching its little eyes flit around.

sebastian let out a relieved sigh, clearly more tightly wound than he wanted to let on. a small smile spread across his lips. "good, i love him too." he reached a finger out to softly stroke its back. "want to keep him?"

you pouted up at him. "no! i bet you just snatched him away from his loving family. we'll help him home." you bent down, gently letting your little friend leap back into the grass. "go on, tiny! get home safe!"

the two of you watched it hop away into the night before you turned to sebastian.

"thank you for stopping by, sebastian." you smiled up at him, a beaming, genuine smile. "i really do appreciate you. oh, and our new little friend."

he returned the grin, simply relieved to see you get your spark back. "i'll never say no to spending time with some frogs." he looking off wistfully, playfully ignoring the death glare you gave him. "oh, that's right, and you."

you batted him on the shoulder before dragging him into the farmhouse for a cozy night in. <3

thank you so much for reading! requests are always open~

[fictionismyreality3]

Currently in soap’s brainrot era all over again this man just cant leave me alone (lovingly) 😵‍💫

Thinking of cuddling with friend!soap as he comforts you bcs youre upset and it turns to soft make out sesh before he says “let me make you feel good bonnie” (youve been mutually pining over eo) *smashes keyboard*

Just Like an Angel 18+

Warnings: romance and everything that comes with it, smut at the end 18+ omg!

Notes: anon.. ANON I LOVE YOU 😩💖 it’s like you're inside my head 🤨 i too love desperate soap.. and i got a little carried away 🙈

It was stupid. It was stupid, but it was raining, and you dropped your coffee and your stupid key broke when you were trying to get back into your apartment.

It didnt help that you had to call Johnny. It was almost too easy to picture the teasing grin he'd have finding you standing outide your apartment like a wet rat.

But the joking remark died on his tongue when he saw the teary look of frustation on your face. "Aye, lass, ye cannae stay out here." Tutting, he wrapped his jacket around your shoulders, having no trouble busting the lock on your door and ushering you into your apartment.

Sure, he'd been in your flat many times, but it felt different somehow. Soap watched you plop onto the couch with a tired sigh, reminding himself to buy you a new lock.

"Ye look like shite, bonnie."

The corner of his mouth tugged up into a smile at the deadpan look you sent his way. Johnny wasn't quite sure how he'd managed to get you to let him stick around this long, but he wasn't go to undo all the hard work he did to weasel his way into your life.

"Aw, c'mere, lamb." He cooed, pulling you into his side and grabbing the converter to turn on one of your favourite shows. You huffed out a breath as he practically squished you into his chest, your cheeks warming as you inhaled the smokey scent of cinnamon, whiskey and Johnny.

It hadn't been hard for the Scotsman to work his way into your head, your circle of friends, and soon your heart. And now, much to your embarrassment, you found yourself looking forward to his shitty jokes or his endlessly energetic grin.

Johnny let you ramble for a while, stroking your hair absentmindedly while he looked at you with a dopey, lovesick expression. Shifting you around, he put a hand on your hip, tugging you into his lap.

"Poor wee thing." Your head spun trying to catch up to the way Johnny was looking at you. "Y'just need a distraction, I ken, eh?"

"Johnny, I-"

He kept his gaze steady despite the way his heart was pounding out of his ribcage.

"Ah, ah, none o'tha'." Internally, he was preening. He'd never had you in his lap before, he didn't think you'd allow it. But you didn't seem keen on moving, and god, you were such a soft wee thing. It took more willpower to keep his cock from stirring in his jeans than he'd ever had to use in a fight.

"Y'jus need t'take yer mind off it for a while." That wasn't hard to do when you were so busy trying not to squirm. "Relax, hen. I gotcha."

Icy blues met your bashful gaze, and you let yourself go more lax in his lap. Biting his tongue to stifle a groan, Johnny couldn't stop his hands from twithcing where they sat on your hips, or his cock pressing up into you.

"Johnny!" Squeaking out in surpise, you tried to shuffle away. "I cannae help it, luv." Rough hands ran up and down your sides. "Y'jus’ so good to me."

"Johnny..."

His breath caught, and before he could remember that you were his friend, and it had already been so hard to get close to you so he really shouldn't ruin it now, and-

His lips were on yours.

After the inital shock had run down your spine like ice water, your hands settled on his shoulders, lips moving with his as you eagerly swallowed Johnny's groan into the kiss. In the back of your mind, you were aware that this was the same man that you'd been trying so hard not to get attached to, the same man you'd cried for every time he left for god knows where.

But it was almost too easy to match his fervour and slip under the tumbling waters with him. It was simple. It was breathless. It was Johnny.

Your Johnny.

"Fuck, tha's it, hen." His abs clenched as he felt you grinding down onto his lap, one of his hands threading itself into your hair. "Make y'self feel better."

A whine tore its way through your throat and Johnny thought he might as well have gone to heaven with the way he had to grit his teeth to stop himself from cumming in his pants. He felt just like his younger self again, all clumsy and unpracticed movements. But in your eyes, Johnny could do no wrong, especially with how fast he was working you up.

His big hands seared heat into your skin, the bubble in the pit of your stomach growing and growing till it threatened to pop. "Sound s'pretty, lassie."

Johnny dragged you back and forth on his lap, enjoying the torturous friction he got from your weight on his cock.

"Jus' like an angel." His almost lust-drunk voice barely reached your ears.

You didn't have enough space in your head to think about the consequence of what you both were doing, the implications on your friendship forgotten with each drag of your clit against the seam of your jeans. Neither of you had even gotten your clothes off, dry humping like two desperate teenagers.

God, you felt so good.

You looked just like a work of art, your eyes closed and your face all skewed up in pleasure as he pushed your shirt up to take one of your nipples in his mouth. He was rutting up into you now, pushing his cock into the clothed heat of your cunt with feral abandon.

"S'good, b-bonnie." His voice came out choked as the head of his cock caught in just the right place in his jeans. "Gonna cum f'me?"

"Uh-huh!'

You sounded so wrecked, all worked up into a tizzy and he hadn't even properly touched you yet. His mind lead him down the spiral of pitcuring all the other noises he could draw from you and soon he was hovering on the edge.

"Need y'tae cum f'me, lamb-" Johnny ground out, cock leaking precum and probably ruining his boxers. "I can make y'feel better, ye just gotta-"

Before he could get the words out you were whining on his lap, humping against him like the only thing you could focus on was your pleasure. Sparks shot through you, your orgasm blinding and overly-intense to the point of overstimulation.

Johnny let about a debauched groan, his eyes rolling back in his head as he gripped your hips and dragged you across his bulging cock for his own pleasure, cumming in his pants with a hissed curse.

You fell limply into his chest, vaguely paying attention to the way his hands were lazily rubbing up and down your thighs as you panted, both of you trying to catch your breaths.

"I feel better now."

Johnny cracked a smile. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." You hummed. "Thanks, Johnny."

"Ye jus' stay 'ere now, lamb." A hand ruffled your hair. "I gotcha."

[robertreich]

Boeing Is Everything Wrong With American Capitalism

Excuse my language, but why is Boeing such a shitty corporation?

Their planes are literally falling apart in the sky.

At least six Boeing planes have had parts fall off this year — including an exit door in mid-flight. A whistle-blower has accused Boeing of a “criminal cover-up” of its safety failures.

But beyond this one company, Boeing’s descent is a case study in how American capitalism has become so rotten. Let me explain.

I’m old enough to remember when people used to say “If it’s not Boeing, I’m not going.”

But in 1997, everything changed when Boeing merged with McDonnell Douglas and became the only major maker of commercial aircraft in America. With no domestic rivals, it no longer needed to stay on the cutting edge of innovation.

Executives at Boeing who once specialized in engineering were replaced with Wall Street types who looked down on the engineers. One money-hungry CEO described those who cared too much about the integrity of Boeing’s planes, and not enough about its stock price, as “phenomenally talented assholes.”

To keep Wall Street happy, Boeing began spending billions on stock buybacks that pumped up the value of shares — money that could have been spent on safety and innovation.

It doled out hundreds of millions on campaign contributions and lobbying to lower safety standards, rake in massive government contracts, and boost its bottom line.

To cut costs, Boeing outsourced roughly 70% of its design, engineering, and manufacturing rather than rely on its experienced union workforce.

To further undercut its union, Boeing opened an assembly plant in South Carolina, a notorious anti-union state. Executives reportedly told managers not to move any unionized employees there.

This quest for profit resulted in massive quality control problems that were reported by engineers and machinists, but allegedly ignored by management. All of this inevitably led to the deadly safety issues Boeing faces today.

And because of Boeing’s monopoly-like power, it has been largely immune from any repercussions for its poor performance.

Boeing made it seem like it was punishing executives who led it astray by firing them, but still rewarded them with “golden parachutes” on the way out.

Folks, Boeing’s troubles should serve as a cautionary tale. It’s reflective of broader trends in our economy over the past forty years. Monopolization. Wealth siphoned off to rich shareholders at the expense of everyone else. Cutting corners on safety to save a dime. Bashing unions. All while spending big money lobbying the government.

Boeing may have become a shitty company, but that doesn’t mean we have to put up with it.

The government has the power to increase antitrust enforcement to bust up big companies — something that we are already starting to see in other industries.

It should also attach strings to government contracts and subsidies to ensure that private corporations are working in the best interest of the country, and not just their bottom lines.

It should ban stock buybacks, which were illegal before the Reagan administration, so profits are put back into improving the company, including the safety of products, rather than solely padding investors’ wallets.

Union power should be rebuilt, so that workers can once again act as a countervailing force to Wall Street.

And we should continue the fight to get Big Money out of politics.

It’s not too late to reverse course and chart a new flight path.

[lenacosse]

You are in love

pairing: jake peralta x reader

cw: none

word count: 1600

summary: literally just based off the song you are in love by taylor swift, was written so quick but i love it

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One look dark room, meant just for you

“Jakes staring again,” Amy hummed nudging you to look.

You made eye contact with Jake who quickly looked away, your face went red and you tried to hide your smile.

“He wasn’t even looking at me.” You reply, shutting down Amy’s ideas.

“If you say soooo,” she blew you a kiss and stumbled over to the bar.

Before you knew it Jake was over sitting beside you, you smiled and took a sip of your drink.

“Hey.” Jake said.

“Hi.” You replied.

“Having fun?”

“I guess, just very loud in here,” you shrugged.

“I can’t believe you’ve been with us for three years now,”

Time moves too fast, you play it back

“I remember how shy you were, how you were scared of Holt.” Jake teased.

“Shut up Jake.” You playful shoved his arm, then resumed fidgeting with the buttons on your coat. “I remember you being oh so adamant to help me.”

Buttons on a coat, lighthearted joke

The two of you went back and fourth, Jakes only goal was to torment you. Something he done very often, you didn’t mind you thought he was funny but never would you admit that.

“Do you want to get out of here?” Jake asked.

“Actually yeah, I’ll call a cab.”

“No need, I’ll drive us I haven’t been drinking.”

“Okay.”

No proof, not much. But you saw enough.

Jake stands up and holds out his hand to help you up, this of course had your face turning red and your heart thumping. It was the little things he done that mislead your heart, there were times where you swore your feelings were mutual. Maybe you were wrong, but sometimes you allowed yourself to dream.

Jake even went as far as opening the car door for you, usually you’d roll your eyes at the gentleman approach but for some reason it was sweet when Jake done it, as much as you’d joked that he was a womaniser you knew he was far from that.

Small talk, he drives.

“So how are you enjoying work recently? Feel like I haven’t seen you in ages.” You ask as Jake drives.

“The usual, busting drug lords, bringing down the mafia, saving the world day by day.” Jake replies.

“Ha ha very funny Peralta.” You roll your eyes, and his only response is a bashful grin, one that you know will reply in your mind.

Coffee, at midnight.

You and Jake went back to your apartment, you read the clock which hits midnight as he hands you a mug of coffee.

“Gonna be up all night,” Jake jokes.

“Oh I can image, you high on caffeine like a little child.” You tease, Jake just pulls a mocking face at you.

You go sit out on your balcony, Jake follows behind you and you sit in a comfortable silence drinking your coffee.

The light reflects, the chain on your neck.

“The moons reflecting on your necklace,” Jake says, bringing you out of your thoughts.

“Really?”

He says, “look up” and your shoulders brush.

“Look up,”

No proof, one touch. But you felt enough.

As you do you brush shoulders with Jake, the touch sending chills down your spine. It was as if he sent electrical waves coursing through your body, it just solidified your undying commitment. You ever longing attraction. It spoke volume.

You can hear it in the silence, you can feel it on the way home, you can see it with the lights out.

A comfortable silence emerged yet again over you both, that happened often with Jake. It’s not that you it was awkward but because you simply didn’t need to talk. As you watched him admire the moon the feeling that settled in your stomach grew, you found yourself reflecting on your feelings. It was simple. That feeling was heard in the silence that feeling was felt on the way home, and you could see it with the lights out. There’s was only one answer.

You are in love.

True love.

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Morning, his place.

You and Jake had been on your second date together, he asked you out two weeks ago. It came out in a complete blur.

You and Jake had just chased down a fugitive on the run, you ran two blocks which included jumping over fences and dodging hotdog carts. God this job was going to kill you. But finally you got the guy as a result of you lunging forward and landing on top of him knocking you both to the ground. Jake arrested him and you turn to make your way back to the car when he calls out for you.

“(Y/N)?”

You turn around, “yeah?”

“Go on a date with me tomorrow night?” He blurts out in one breath. You didn’t catch a word.

“What?”

“Go on a date with me tomorrow night?”

You couldn’t stop the stupid grin that overtook your face, of course you said yes. The date had gone so well, so well that when you got home you stayed awake all night thinking about him. And of course you had no hesitation asking him out for another date.

Burnt toast, Sunday.

Now you lay in his bed, slowly waking up. Although when you hear the fire alarm you jump up and run to the kitchen.

“Jake?! What the fuck!”

“Burnt toast…” Jake pulls a face and grabs the toast from the toaster, the toast which is fully cremated.

You look between Jake and the toast, the situation of course has you both laughing as you make him sit down. You from now on are appointed to make the food. You sit together on his couch eating toast (not cremated of course).

“You wearing my shirt?”

“I can take it off if you want… sorry it was just the first thing I grabbed.”

You keep his shirt.

“No why would you apologise keep it. Looks better on you.”

“Just my ex, got mad when I used his stuff.” You shrug, you didn’t realise how much that upset you until Jake lifted your chin.

He keeps his word.

“I promise I’ll never get mad at you,”

And for once, you let go, of your fears and your ghosts, one step, not much. But it said enough.

Usually you didn’t believe promises, but how could you not with Jake? Jake who was fiercely loyal and dedicated, Jake who would do anything to make someone smile. You knew he would keep his promises, and two months in that still withstood.

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“Jake!” You squeal running down the sidewalk.

He catches you and grabs your waist.

“You completely dodged the mistletoe.”

You kiss on sidewalks.

You roll your eyes and turn around, you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him close. You share a passionate kiss, one that has your head fuzzy and lips swollen by the end of you. When he pulls away you blush like an idiot and take his hand, you walk towards the car.

You fight, then you talk.

“No but seriously,” Jake starts as he gets into the car. “Why did you dodge the mistletoe. Is it about your family again?”

“Jake we’ve had this conversation.” You sigh as you turn on your engine and start the car up.

“I know but I don’t understand, you bring me to family events but you refuse to introduce me as your boyfriend.”

“Because it’s not that simple!”

“What’s not simple? All you have to say is ‘mom, dad this is my extremely handsome boyfriend Jake’ see easy.”

“Jake be serious come on,”

“Sorry. But please just tell me what’s so wrong with it, are you embarrassed of me or something?”

“How can you say that? Of course I’m not embarrassed of you Jake.” You sigh. “I don’t tell my family because I can’t handle them ruining this for me. Every time I’ve been happy they ruin it for me, either it’s them discrediting me becoming a detective because my sister has became a doctor, or it’s them making me feel bad for feeling sad when someone disappoints me, or most frequently it’s them picking apart all of my boyfriends because god forbid I’m happy for once. That’s why Jake. That’s why I refuse to introduce you as my boyfriend because I refuse to let them put things into my head.”

“I’m sorry, I had no idea.” Jake rubs a thumb over your hand.

“No it’s not your fault, I should have told you.”

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One night, he wakes

You smile looking at Jake before returning to your book, the lamp on your beside table dimly lights up the room. And again you find yourself staring at Jake, who’s so peacefully sleeping. His features outlined by the light, making him look ethereal. You were staring so intensely that you almost didn’t notice him waking up.

Strange look on his face

“Why are you looking at me like that.” You softly laugh, “everything okay?”

Pauses, then says;

“You’re my best friend.”

And you knew what it was.

The simplicity of the words has your throat stifling. You could recognise that realisation anywhere.

He is in love.

You knew he shared it too.

You can hear it in the silence, you can feel it on the way home, you can see it with the lights out.

Finally you weren’t alone in this. You shared it, the love lingered all around. It was heard in the silence by both, it was felt on the way home by both, and it was seen with the lights out, by both.

[worldlxvlys]

the way i loved you

chris sturniolo x reader

warnings: cursing

a/n: hope you likeee <333

i watched as nick pulled an array of snacks from a plastic bag, setting them on the table.

today nick, matt, chris, and i were going to be filming a video where we rate snacks from around the world.

once nick set the camera up, he did the intro and explained what we would be doing.

while nick explained where he got the food, i watched Chris pick up a small pink tin, inspecting it.

i slowly began to tune out nick’s voice, focusing on the way chris’s fingers ran across the tin.

he carefully placed the tin down, drumming his fingers along the table.

god, his fingers are so long. they’re perfect-

no! stop! you shouldn’t be thinking about your best friend’s fingers like that !

i quickly look away from his fingers, realizing i was staring.

luckily, he didn’t seem to notice.

as nick continued to explain the concept of the video, i watched as chris began to smile.

i love how excited he is, he’s adorable.

as i smiled at his eagerness, he happened to look at me, catching my gaze as we smiled at each other.

once nick finished explaining, we decided to try the sour candy in the pink tin first.

i watched as chris attempted to take the plastic wrapping around the tin off, but was unsuccessful.

he fumbled with the plastic, and it seemed like he couldn’t keep his hands still. he almost seemed, nervous ?

he turned to me with a bashful smile on his face, “can you open it, please?”

“yeah, i got you” i said as i grabbed it from his hands, removing the plastic wrapping and handing it back to him.

“this one has vitamin c, which one’s that?” he looked at me, expectantly.

“why would i know ?” i asked, furrowing my brows.

“i don’t know, you’re the smart one” he mumbled.

“shut up” i laughed as i shook my head , “you’re smart too” .

we all tried one, and agreed that they weren’t actually sour, despite the tin having the word sour across it in big letters.

“doesn’t it feel like you have to put a lot of effort into getting that grape flavor ?” nick pointed out.

he scrunched his face up, making us all laugh, as chris put his hand on my shoulder, leaning onto me as he laughed.

i love hearing him laugh.

we gave it a rating, and moved onto the next candy.

once we realized they were slide whistles, we all started busting out laughing.

we all started fooling around, laughing at each other’s shenanigans.

chris wrapped his arms around my waist, laughing into my shoulder. the sound of his laugh, made me laugh even harder.

as we continued to try and rank the snacks, chris grew more and more touchy.

not that i’m complaining.

there were many times where i would catch him staring at me and vice versa. he made it so easy to enjoy his presence.

once we finished our last snack and agreed on the final ranking of everything, nick closed out the video and turned off the camera.

i turned to chris. “that was fun” i said trying to fight the shit-eating grin that was forming on my face.

“i agree” he said, returning the smile.

“jesus christ” matt spoke up from behind us, rolling his eyes and walking away.

“what ?” we called out.

A FEW DAYS LATER

nick, chris, and i were hanging out in the living room.

i was scrolling on tik tok, occasionally showing them videos that i found funny.

as i continued to scroll, i came across one video in particular that made my heart begin to race.

the lyrics of The Way I Loved You by Taylor Swift filled the room.

what the actual fuck.

and he says, you look beautiful tonight. and i feel perfectly fine. but i miss…

clips of chris and i staring at each other fill the screen.

screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain and it’s 2 am and i’m cursing your name

chris holding onto my waist, hugging me, leaning on me

so in love that you act insane, and that’s the way i loved you

us laughing together, looks of pure joy on our faces.

i glance to my right, seeing chris already staring down at my phone.

fuck. what do i do ? what do i say ?

suddenly, nick yells “oh my god is that the ship edit of you and chris ? that shit’s blowing up !” he said.

“damn, nick. how’d you know ?”

“i reposted it”

“WHAT?” chris and i stared at him like he had five heads.

“well, it was good. and c’mon, doesn’t take a genius to realize y’all like each other” he said, nonchalantly.

“i’m going to the bathroom” he said, walking off.

i’m literally losing my mind. a ship edit ? a TAYLOR ship edit ? we’re never beating the dating allegations.

“well, what do the comments say?” chris asked, his voice shaking the slightest bit.

i glanced over at him, before opening the comments.

sturniolowhore

awww they’re adorable

blueeyedbesson

they’d look so good tg

abbie13sworld

they’re literally in love no one can convince me otherwise

mommysturns

i literally love them tg 💗

babydollfae22

they need to stop playing and get tg

mbbsgf

them + taylor makes me so happy

“damn. they kinda love us together” i said. i scrolled, expecting to move onto something else.

suddenly, Tattoo by Loreen came on. this edit had clips of chris and i from the recent video and over the years.

it’s like we’re watching a progression of our relationship over the past few years.

every wandering eye, stolen glance, smile that was a little too wide, touch, hug that lasted a little too long, the fans always noticed them.

it was literally right in front of our faces the entire time.

listening to the sound of violins swelling while watching chris and i’s interactions almost made me want to cry.

i turned to chris, who was already staring at me.

he looked down at my lips. “what do the comments say?” he asked.

i turned back to my phone, opening them up.

sophssturn

they’re literally perfect for each other

xhiejfy

how adorableeee

bernardenjoyer

they’re cute ig but me and jimmy would be cuter

queen161718

literally just watched them fall in love with each other

vib3swithanuk

they’re good for each other

fr3sh-love

so so happy for them

“they think that we’d be good together” i told him.

“i think i agree with them” he whispered.

“then maybe you should ask me out” i said, my gaze shifting from his eyes to his lips.

our noses touched. “will you go out with me ?”

i smiled, “hell yeah” i whispered before pushing my lips onto his.

—————-

y’all see any familiar names ? 🤨

i love y’all <333

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[lesbiankimdahyun]

G!p Karina hosting a Halloween costume party and choosing you as the winner for best dressed/costume. The prize being that you get to sleep with her.

thank you i loved writing this i hope u enjoy! A03 link is here

FIRST PRIZE: A Halloween Special

4.4K words

[GP!Karina x F!Reader] 

CW: GP, alcohol, brief weed mention 

Guest appearances: MAMAMOO’s Moonbyul and Solar

Your job had been cool about you working fully remotely during the height of the pandemic, but now after two years, they finally asked you to relocate. Your boss was able to compensate you for the move to D.C., which helped, but coming from San Francisco, the East coast culture shock was brutal. Starting over in a new city was intimidating, but at least you had your work bestie Karina to hang out with now that the two of you lived in the same city. 

Having only seen and interacted with her through Zoom on your laptop about (mostly) work-related things, you were a little nervous that the friendship would fade or ruin your working relationship, but over the summer, you found it had the opposite effect. The more you saw of Karina’s authentic offline self, the more comfortable you felt with her, and being able to make Karina laugh felt like winning the lottery. You were absolutely harboring a crush on her, but you kept hoping maybe it would go away in time, too afraid to let her know about your feelings.

But months later when she invited you to a huge Halloween bash she was hosting, you knew your crush on her wasn’t going away any time soon. Her massive apartment, which she shared with her roommate, a girl named Winter you’d met a couple times, was decorated from the floor to the ceiling for the occasion. Perfectly placed cobwebs, a plethora of real, carved jack-o-lanterns lined the mantle of the living room’s fireplace, and the staircase that led up to their bedrooms had tiny, fake candles on each step, adding a warm glow. Karina had used plenty of LED lights too, leaving sections of the apartment cast in eerie purple and red light. Despite the free flowing alcohol, available weed and other Halloween goodies supplied for the party, it was Karina herself that had your rapt attention. 

“You made it!” she said when you arrived, pulling you in for a hug. Her costume was decadent and extravagant, but not so over the top that it limited her range of motion. She’d chosen to go as Glinda the Good Witch. “I like Elphaba better,” she admitted, “but I didn’t want to commit to green skin.” Instead, she’d committed to a Swarovski-jeweled crown, a short, perfectly pink ruffle dress, complete with embroidery work near the bust and tiered tulle to add volume to the skirt. She had a silver, jewel-covered scepter that matched her crown, and wore extra blush to accent all of the pink details. On anyone else, it would’ve looked very cute, but Karina’s lethal beauty and aloof personality made the overall look devastatingly stunning instead.

When she pulled away from you, she eyed you and your costume with interest. “Talk about treasure,” she said. “Should I call you Jack or Jackie Sparrow?” 

You felt yourself blush a bit. “Whatever you like,” you said. Karina smirked in response, taking another moment to look at the pieces you’d put together for your Pirates of the Caribbean-inspired outfit. You’d gone to great lengths to gender-bend your take on Jack Sparrow just the way you wanted, and based on Karina’s reaction, it seemed to be paying off. For your look, you’d combined a brown, satin corset top with bronze buckles, a black chiffon tiered waterfall maxi skirt, a black frill tie blouse with flared sleeves, a black lace necklace, brown knee length boots that matched your corset, a few long pearl necklaces to go with the lace necklace, gold hoop earrings, gold rings, and a brown faux leather pirate hat with a single feather on one side. 

Karina suddenly reached forward, brushing her hand along your thigh. “What’s this?” she asked curiously. “A black lace garter? Wow, Y/N, you really pull out all the stops, don’t you?” You let out a shy laugh in response. Karina took your hand then. “Come on,” she said, leading you through the crowd. She pulled you into the kitchen, where Winter was busy grabbing more alcohol. 

“Win-ter,” Karina sing-songed, “Look who's going to enter my costume contest!” Her roommate turned around and the two of you took a moment to take in each other’s costumes. 

“No way,” you said, admiring her black, white and pink futuristic superhero look. “Uravity? From My Hero Academia?” Winter beamed. “ Finally , I’m recognized,” she said, coming over to give you a light hug, careful to avoid bonking you with her headpiece as she hugged you. “Everyone keeps thinking I’m some sort of Barbie Buzz Lightyear,” she said with a quick pout and eye roll. “But wow, look at you!” She took your hand, and you spun for her to show off all sides of your costume. She and Karina exchanged a brief look, and then Winter nodded. “So you're in the contest, huh? I bet you'll win” she said. 

“Oh, that’s so sweet,” you said, “But I don’t know even know if I actually want t--” 

Karina cut you off. “Trust me,” she said, placing a hand on your shoulder. Her glittery, pink nails stood out against the brown and black colors of your costume. “You want to be in this. My Halloween costume contests always come with prizes, even if you don't win! ”  

“Really?” you asked. “Well what does the winner get then?” 

Karina grinned. “Y/N, I can’t just tell you what the winner gets,” she said. “Where’s the fun in that? Why not play to win and find out for yourself,” she said. The way she said it was sassy, almost flirtatious. Wait. There's no way Karina would be flirting with me, you thought. 

 “Hmm…” you said, pretending to mull it over while moving toward the kitchen sink, where the drink supplies were. You grabbed a black plastic cup and looked around for ice, but Karina came over beside you, interrupting your search. “Let me,” she said, gently plucking your cup out of your hands while Winter handed her a bottle of deep purple Empress gin. The gin’s purple color turned pinkish when she added a splash of lime and tonic water to the gin, but it remained largely purple even after ice was added too, letting you know the drink had way more alcohol than mixer in it. You went to take a sip, but Karina stopped you. “Wait,” she said, reaching for a small, plastic packet and ripping it open. 

“What's that?” you asked, tipping your cup away. 

“Relax,” Karina said, showing you a bit of the light, powdery substance in her palm. She dipped a finger in it and put it up to her lips, licking the substance off. “Edible glitter,” she explained. “See?” She dipped her finger back into the glitter and then held it up near your mouth. 

“Try it,” she said, and you found yourself obeying and opening your mouth for her, tongue slightly out. Karina lightly pressed the pad of her finger to your tongue, and a wave of heat rolled over you. If the edible glitter had any taste at all, it was completely overpowered by the salty taste of Karina’s fingertip. Karina’s eyes flicked from your tongue, then up at you. Your cheeks burned at the intimacy.  

“So… you'll be in the costume contest, then?” she asked, taking a small step back. You held out your cup for Karina to add some edible glitter to your drink, which she did. 

“Oh alright,” you said. “Why not?” 

The rest of the party was a blur. Karina insisted on making all of your drinks, leaving you beyond buzzed but feeling extremely sociable. You chatted with a girl dressed as a ‘hot version of Moo Deng’, danced and shouted ‘Yes, chef!’ with a few folks dressed as the cast of The Bear, and drunkenly gushed over a stunning sapphic couple dressed as Statue of Liberty Chappell Roan and Pink Pony Club Chappell Roan. On occasion throughout the night, Karina would steal you away to dance to Rob Zombie or Kim Petras. A few times while you danced, you'd find her suddenly behind you, hand lightly brushing over your waist. Your brain was operating at a hundred miles a minute, but you put it out of your mind so you could focus on meeting a few of Karina and Winter’s other mutual friends: a girl named NingNing who rocked a modern Cruella DeVil costume, and another girl named Giselle who was dressed as a high glam-drag version of HIM from the Powerpuff Girls– sans facial hair. 

Just after midnight, Karina gathered everyone for the costume contest in the spacious living room. You joined the other contestants in the center of the room: Statue of Liberty Chappell, hot Moo Deng, and Giselle. 

“Before we start,” Karina said, “I should let all of the contestants know that second and third place prizes will be given out here at the party, but first place will need to stick around afterward to claim the grand prize, okay?” The four of you nodded while the rest of the party attendees applauded lightly in anticipation. Fourth place wound up going to ‘hot Moo Deng,’ and Giselle took third. 

Karina presented Giselle with a plastic, orange pumpkin bucket intended for trick-or-treating. There was a couple handfuls of candy inside, but in addition to pumpkin-shaped Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups and candy corn, Karina and Winter had filled the buckets with mini bottles of alcohol, edibles, and liquid hydration packets. Then, Karina gave Giselle a celebratory strawberry lemon drop shot, which was, of course, perfectly pink to match her Glinda costume. Everyone clinked their plastic cups together, ready to take a sip of their drinks while Giselle had her shot. Her large claw attachments, though, made her unable to take the tiny shot glass out of Karina’s hand. For a supposedly good witch, Karina seemed extra amused by Giselle's struggle. With her other free hand, Karina held Giselle’s face, her thumb on one of Giselle’s cheeks, the rest of her fingers on the other. 

“Aw, does our big bad villain need some help?” she asked mockingly. Giselle feigned annoyance and nodded. Karina whispered something in Giselle’s ear then, and then Giselle rolled her eyes for real before opening her mouth. Everyone cheered as Karina knocked the shot back into Giselle’s mouth. Karina laughed, making a show out of having Giselle open her mouth again to prove she’d swallowed it all. 

Your hands started to sweat a bit while you and Statue of Liberty Chappell Roan waited to find out who the winner would be. You honestly had no idea which way the costume contest would go. You knew your costume was pretty good overall, but Statue of Liberty Chappell, whose real name was Moonbyul, had really gone all out, even painting herself the same color as the actual Statue of Liberty. To hype up the crowd, Karina took the partygoers’ temperature by standing behind Moonbyul, holding a hand over the girl’s head. 

“Who’s feeling sexy Statue of Liberty Chappell Roan?” she asked, and the crowd responded by applauding as Moonbyul posed, holding up her torch triumphantly. When the clapping died down, she moved behind you, and you knew her hand was hovering somewhere above your pirate hat. “What about our sexy Jackie Sparrow?” she asked, and the crowd erupted in louder applause, including a few wolf whistles from somewhere in the back. 

Karina grinned at the partygoers. “I thought so too,” she said matter-of-factly. “It looks like we have a consensus, then. Second place goes to Statue of Liberty Chappell Roan!” There was more applause, and Pink Pony Club Chappell, whose real name was Solar, shrieked in excitement for her girlfriend. Winter presented Moonbyul with her own plastic pumpkin bucket full of the same goodies Giselle had received. Another strawberry lemon drop shot was brought out for Moonbyul. But instead of letting Moonbyul take the shot herself, Karina held onto it. 

“Since it’s my party, I want to do things my way, tonight” Karina said. “So open up, Chappell,” she said, grinning mischievously. “Forgive me, Solar,” she said, turning back toward Pink Pony Club Chappell Roan for a moment before coaxing Moonbyul’s mouth open so she could pour the shot down Moonbyul’s throat. “Now for those of you who have been to my parties before, you know the second place winner usually also comes with a kiss from me, but girl…” Karina said, “Keep those green Statue of Liberty lips away from me! She’s alllll yours, Solar,” Karina said with a laugh. 

A kiss? ! What kind of costume contest between friends was this? Before you could ruminate on it, Karina was beside you, taking your hand and holding it up proudly. “And now give it up for this year’s costume contest winner!” The crowd roared with drunken cheers. You felt Karina’s hand near your thigh again. “Don’t you all just love this garter? I think it’s my favorite part,” she said, her fingers trailing over the black lace detail. Another strawberry lemon drop shot was handed to Karina, and she turned to face you. 

“You know the drill by now, don’t you?” she asked playfully. “Open up, Y/N.” The tart tang of lemon, alcohol, and a bit of sweetness from the strawberry burned while it made its way down your throat. She then leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear while she whispered to you. “You’ll get your prize later, okay?” 

The party reverted back to the way it was, but not for long. By the time 1:30 AM rolled around, the party was winding down as some partygoers headed out to make appearances at other parties, while others trickled out to hit the clubs before they closed. You collapsed on the couch, making conversation with the last few party stragglers while they gathered their shoes and costume parts, getting ready to leave. 

“Are you gonna be okay t’get home?” You looked up to see Giselle standing above you, swaying lightly, clearly a bit drunk. You sat up and nodded, scooching over so she could sit down and focus the remainder of her energy on ordering an Uber home. 

“This was sooo fun,” she said, her words blurring together a bit. She pulled off her costume’s red claw attachments so she could use her hands normally again. Then she turned to you. “Hey, we should go– er, hang out sometime,” she said. You almost missed what she said entirely, distracted by the sleek, black thigh high boots she was wearing and the way her red fishnets popped beneath them. And wait-- is that part latex? How on earth were all of Karina’s close friends this hot, too? 

“Hm?” you said, needing a moment to register what she’d just said. “Oh! I’d like that,” you said, smiling. Forgetting about the rideshare app open on her phone, she handed the small rectangle to you. “Put your number in!” she said, bouncing a bit. Her shoulder brushed against yours, sending a tiny, electric jolt through your right arm. You started to feel warm as Giselle rested her chin on your shoulder to watch as you swiped away from the pending rideshare pickup and tapped the phone icon to add your number. 

“Can I tell you something?” she asked, sitting back a bit when you were done. You returned her phone to her and nodded. “Karina’s into you,” she blurted. You threw Giselle a quizzical look while your heartbeat raced. “Wh-what?” you asked. “Where’d you get that idea from?” 

 Giselle just giggled to herself, rummaging through her bag to make sure all of her belongings were still present, then looped her arm through the handle of her Halloween bucket prize. “She does this every year,” she replied. “You’ll see. That glittery scepter of hers isn’t the only disco stick she likes to use.” She stood up, her driver just a minute or two away now. Giselle flipped her long, black hair back and gave you one last look over her shoulder. “She’d fucking kill me if she knew I said this…” she gave you one last onceover. “If you aren’t satisfied with your prize… let me know.” 

“Huh?” you said, but Giselle didn’t explain. She was already heading toward the front door, where Karina was hugging NingNing and Winter goodbye. Wait , you thought. Didn’t Winter live here? Why was she leaving? You looked around for any other remaining partygoers, but realized you were about to be alone. 

 “Sorry to keep you waiting,” Karina said apologetically, coming over to you after everyone was officially gone. You stood and walked with her into the kitchen. “Did you have fun?” she asked. She poured you a glass of water as you nodded. “Your friends are really nice,” you said, taking the cup from her. “Especially Giselle.” Karina’s eyes flashed with an emotion you couldn’t read, but then she recovered and smiled. “Don’t I know it,” she said. “They’re the best.” 

With the music at a much softer level and the purple and red LED lights off, the main floor of the apartment was dim and cozy, with the only remaining sources of light coming from the moonlight streaming in through the bay windows, the jack-o-lanterns on the fireplace mantle and the tiny, battery-powered fake flicker candles that stood on the edge of the steps leading upstairs. Your heart was pounding nervously in your chest now, unsure of what to expect. It was the first time you’d ever been alone with Karina in her apartment– normally Winter was there. 

“Hey, where’d Winter go?” you asked, trying to keep your voice casual. Karina shrugged a bit, walking back into the living room. “Oh,” she said, glancing back to make sure you followed her out. “She and NingNing decided to hit the club for a bit. I’m sure she’ll be back in a while,” she said. Anxiety quelled in your stomach. Something told you Winter would not be coming back anytime soon. 

Karina instructed you to sit back down on the couch. “Are you ready for your prize?” she asked, grinning, and you nodded a little. “You’re not going to like, have a man in a bloody clown costume jump out at me or anything are you?” you asked. Karina laughed. “Y/N! You're so funny right now. Are you nervous ?” she asked teasingly. 

“N-no, no,” you said. Of course Karina wouldn’t scare you, you thought. She was more into treats than tricks. Right? Before you could think it through, you found yourself adding, “If it’s anything like Moonbyul’s, I’m sure I’ll like it.” 

“Oh?” Karina asked, taking off her crown and shaking out her hair. “Why’s that?” 

You bit your tongue lightly as you watched her fingers run through her perfectly sleek, shiny hair. You absolutely could not say anything about her prizes coming with the promise of a kiss. Fuck . “Uh…” you lost your train of thought. “The…” 

Karina smirked a little, watching your wheels spin as you tried to come up with a response. “I see,” she said, cutting you off. “Y/N,” she continued, and you looked up at her. “Close your eyes and wait for your prize, okay?” You nodded, glancing down before closing your eyes. For a moment, everything was silent and still, and then you felt added weight on the couch. You caught a whiff of Karina’s perfume, letting you know she was beside you now. And then you felt something– no, not something, some one brush against your lips. Karina was kissing you . 

Desire spread through your body instantly. Your first instinct was to lean into it, but your head spun, and you weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or Karina’s dizzying presence. You leaned back for a moment and your eyes fluttered open. Karina’s face was just inches away from yours. 

“Is this okay?” she asked you softly, and you nodded. She leaned in and both of your eyes closed again while she kissed you. Her lips were warm and her tongue tasted sweet as it brushed against yours. Before you knew it, she was stripping you of your pirate hat, tossing it aside as she helped you lay down on the couch. Karina hovered above you, pressing herself gently against your corseted abdomen. Your breath hitched a little, making your chest heave as Karina’s hands wandered over your body lightly. Her hair tickled the sides of your face, waterfalling back over her shoulders while the two of you continued to make out. All of your senses were overwhelmed by her– her scent, her taste, and oh god , her touch. 

But just a few minutes later, she stopped and sat up. “Are you alright?” you asked, slightly breathless. She nodded and stood, then helped you up. “How would you feel about getting out of these costumes?” she asked, her head cocked to one side. 

Before you knew it, Karina was leading you upstairs. You barely had time to recognize that you were in Karina's room. She turned on a bit of soft light placed strategically underneath her bed so it wouldn’t blind either of you. “Do you want the rest of your prize?” she asked you. You nodded. Karina looked you up and down. “Then turn around,” she said. You did so, confused for a moment, but then you felt a tug on your corset. Karina was undoing your costume. She made quick work of the corset and your blouse, leaving you naked from the waist up. You felt her fingertips trail over your shoulders and down your arms, but just as soon as she was touching you, she stopped. You heard the sound of a zipper from behind you, and started to turn around. 

“Ah, ah,” Karina said. “Not yet,” she said. You heard the sound of her dress fall to the floor and your heart skipped a beat in anticipation. Karina’s hands returned to your body as she gently slid down your maxi skirt and helped you out of your boots. Her fingers wandered back toward your neck to remove your pearl necklaces, but she left the black, lace collar. “Leave it,” she said when you brought a hand up to touch it. “I like it.” One of her hands gripped your waist while the other toyed with the black garter around your thigh. “Leave this, too…for now,” she murmured. Once the two of you were fully out of your costumes she pressed herself against you from behind. Her hands wandered over the front of your body and then suddenly, you felt it. You let out a small gasp. Karina was hard. 

Giselle’s disco stick comment echoed in your ear for a moment. “Y/N?” Karina’s lips were near your ear, her voice soft. “Are you okay?”  

You nodded wordlessly, resisting the urge to grind against her. Your mouth watered a little. “C-can I turn around yet?” you asked. Karina answered by physically turning your body to face her. You leaned in to kiss her immediately while also using one hand to reach forward, gingerly taking her cock in your hand. Karina moaned lightly as she kissed you, her hips jutting forward to meet your touch. The second Karina’s lips separated from yours, you dropped to your knees, curious to see what kind of other pretty sounds you could elicit from her. Karina let out a small huff of amusement, watching fixedly as you took her in your mouth. 

“Eager, huh?” Karina murmured. Her teasing was short lived though as you bobbed your head on her length. You grew wet quickly, shifting your position a bit to try and relieve the ache between your thighs. Karina ran her hands through your hair, gathering it at the back of your head in a makeshift ponytail to keep it out of your face while you blew her. You quickly realized, though, her true intent was to be able to guide your mouth on her cock, testing to see how much you could handle. When she’d had enough, she pulled you up, only to push you back onto her bed a moment later. 

You were immediately hit by a wave of her scent, and then she was on top of you. She backed up a little and then leaned down, using her teeth to slide your garter down your thigh. Soon, it joined the rest of your costume on the floor while moved up and closer to you, kissing her way from your waist to your neck. You shivered a bit at her light touch, your hands weaving through her hair as she went. She used her knees to spread your legs, then pinned one of your wrists down to the bed. 

You wanted to hold Karina’s gaze when she finally slid into you, but after the first couple inches, your eyes rolled back and closed. Full . You were absolutely full of Karina. It took her a minute or so to bottom out in you. By the time she did, both of you were breathing heavily. You let out a tiny whimper the moment she started to move, and she consoled you with a few kisses while she slowly, slowly picked up speed. 

You felt magnetized to Karina as her body pressed tightly against yours while she fucked into you. Your wetness soon made it easy for her to pump her slick cock into you, and Karina took advantage of that. Her hips slammed into you as she went even faster, burying her head in your neck while your free hand wandered and explored over her body. 

You were lost in each other's rhythms and hungry, fervent sounds until suddenly, Karina slowed down significantly. “Shit,” she breathed, “Oh, fuck…” she pulled out quickly. She came on your near-ruined cunt, rope after rope of cum covering you. Watching her cum nearly sent you over the edge, but you knew you’d need more. 

The two of you said nothing for a few moments as you caught your breath, trying to wrap your head around the night. 

“Karina?” you said. 

“Y/N?” she replied in the same tone as you. 

“I’m…” you hesitated for a moment, but your aching cunt forced you to continue. “I’m on birth control– I mean, just so you know,” you said, your voice tapering off slightly. 

Karina’s eyebrows flew up, but then she grinned. She gently flipped you onto your stomach, rearranging you so your ass was up toward her waist. “Hmm,” she said thoughtfully. “This time,” she said, lining herself up with your slick entrance, “I want you to touch yourself while I fuck you, okay?”

[minisugakoobies]

Paradise | JJK - Fifteen

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: smut, neighbors to lovers (not quite friends but not quite strangers), slow burn, love triangle, Stripper!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: we finally get a JinKook showdown in the most ridiculous way possible, the tiniest bit of angst, CONFESSIONS!!, followed by post-confession sex, JK hits it raw, OC in lingerie, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), lots of talking about feelings, I'm sorry but this gets a little soft because I love these two

Word Count: 6.3k

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: That sexy man on stage - the one currently giving your friend the lap dance of her LIFE - is your super shy neighbor, Jeon Jungkook?!

A/N: We're back and we're nearing the end! Thank you to everyone who has been waiting patiently for the next chapter - I didn't mean for it to take so long, but, well, life 🤷‍♀️ Anyway, I'm very excited to share this chapter with you finally - I hope you enjoy!

Unbeta’d as usual. Please don’t be a silent reader, I’d love to hear from you!  💕

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Despite his words earlier, Jungkook is in fact one of the first people on the dance floor when it opens. And of course, you’re right there with him. How could you say no when he holds his hand out and smiles at you like that - like nothing else would make him happier right now than you in his arms?

After all the time you’ve spent admiring Jungkook’s moves when he dances for you, it’s a whole new perspective to get to experience them when you’re dancing with him. Part of that difference is due to the deejay keeping it wholesome with the song selections, since Jennie and Yoongi’s family members are the majority of the revelers surrounding you. So there’s a lot less grinding and a lot more distance between the two of you.

You don’t really try to keep up with him - it’s not that you’re a terrible dancer, it’s just that he’s so fucking good. His every movement is so natural, like he’s not even trying. He does show off just a little bit, when Jisoo eggs him on, slipping into a freakishly accurate robot that has a small ring of guests gathering around to cheer him on. The giant grin on his face tells you he’s enjoying the attention just as much as the faint blush on the tips of his ears tells you he’s just a little bashful about it. 

After a few songs, the music finally slows a little, the crowd thinning as only couples are left. Jungkook draws you close, one arm sliding around your back as the other clasps your hand, holding it to his chest. The room around you falls away as he takes the lead, swaying with you around the floor.

“Are you having a good time, jagi?” he murmurs after a moment. 

“I am, Kookie.” Lifting your head from his shoulder, you gaze into his eyes, feeling that familiar warmth overtake you when he returns your smile. “Thanks for coming with me today.”

“Like I’d turn down the chance for free food and drinks,” he teases, laughing when you huff and try to pull away, tightening his grip to keep you locked in place. “What? I’m just being honest.” 

“Ass,” you mutter, but you can’t stop smiling, and neither can he. He lifts his arm, hand pressing lightly on your back to guide you in a spin, then brings you back into his embrace. You spot Rosé across the room, watching you and Jungkook dance, and she politely claps as you shake your head, grinning. 

The beat picks up again, and your friends surround you and Jungkook. Rosé, Jisoo, and Jin all dance together as Lisa introduces Yi-Jeong to the group. Even Jennie and Yoongi join in, and it’s true what Jennie told you yesterday - her man definitely has moves. Everyone’s happy and laughing, and you’re so full of joy you could just burst.

Jin suddenly twirls, facing Jungkook with an intense look on his face. The younger man takes a step back in surprise as Jin starts to rock his body back and forth, like he’s about to bust out a breakdance move. Is he seriously about to - 

“Ooh, dance battle!” Jisoo cups her hands around her mouth, yelling. Your other friends start whooping, forming a circle around Jungkook and Jin. Jisoo pulls you next to her from where you’ve been standing, so you’re not between them anymore. “Get it, Bambi!” 

While the others around you are shouting encouragement, you just gaze silently between the two men, unsure if you should be joining in. Unsure if this is a friendly competition or if the tense vibes you feel radiating between them is something more. From the expressions on their faces, it’s clear that they’re going to do this, so you just sigh, bobbing along to the beat, waiting for the show. 

Jungkook stops gawking at Jin and begins bedrocking, swinging his hands as he faces Jin with a fierce look. Jin glares back, sticking his arms out as he undulates in a rather impressive wave, rolling his long limbs from left to right. 

It’s not until you hear clapping behind you that you realize that more people have joined the circle, crowding in behind you, shouting Jin’s name. Jungkook hears it too, his brow furrowing slightly. It’s clear his competitive nature’s kicked in when he peels his suit jacket off. You hold your hand out for it automatically, feeling a swoop of heat in your stomach as he gives it to you with a wink. 

The tip of his tongue slips out as Jungkook suddenly throws himself towards the ground, landing on one hand like he’s doing a handstand, and then kicks his legs out in a cartwheel kick. He’s so smooth with it, inverting himself like it’s nothing, that you actually gasp.

It’s like he cranked the volume up on the crowd, and someone - Rosé, maybe? - starts chanting Jungkook’s name. You can’t help but add your voice to the mix. 

Jungkook lands back on his feet and motions for Jin to go. Jin also takes his jacket off, jaw clenching firmly. He rolls his body a few times before bouncing into the Roger Rabbit, feet stepping quickly, arms flapping at his side like wings. It’s surprisingly loose and funky, two words you don’t typically associate with Jin. 

Lisa yells, “Go chef!” and the crowd divides itself into two chants. Jin ends his turn with a little flourish, dusting imaginary dirt from his broad shoulders. But you know from Jungkook’s smirk that he’s undaunted, and without a second’s hesitation, he swiftly dives to the floor, launching himself into a windmill.

Your friends explode into cheers, watching Jungkook roll round and round the floor. As he picks up speed, he tucks his arms up onto his stomach, doing the trick with no hands. Then he comes to a stop with a freeze, legs hanging in the air. 

The crowd chants Jungkook’s name only as he rises to his feet. He straightens his tie, then gestures to Jin. Jin rocks for a few beats, a strange look in his eye. 

Then he throws his hands out in front of him, holding one steady while the other mimics winding a reel. 

“Is he - is he fishing for Jungkook?” 

You don’t answer Rosé as there’s no need to. Jin’s clearly doing the fishing pole move. One by one, the voices around you grow quieter. Jungkook blinks at Jin for a few seconds, obviously thrown by this decision.

Then he grins, flapping his hands by his face like fins.

“Oh, wow, they share a brain cell,” Lisa says. “Did not see that coming.” 

Jisoo groans. “Well, this is anticlimactic. I was promised bloodshed.” 

“Who promised you that?” you ask, laughing. Feeling a tiny bit relieved. 

The crowd departs, but the two men keep dancing. Jungkook pretends he’s been hooked, thrashing from side-to-side before dropping to the ground in his signature dolphin kick. Always a performer to the end, you think, as he hops back to his feet, and he and Jin take turns bowing to one another. 

The smile on his face gets wider when Jungkook sees you clapping for him. He reaches for his jacket, and you impulsively press a kiss to his cheek, biting back a laugh as his eyes widen slightly.

“If those are the moves you pull out for a dance-off, I can’t wait to see what you’ve got planned for later,” you whisper. Jungkook’s arm grips your side as he tilts his head to look at you. His touch is warm, but it can’t match the heat in his eyes. 

“Careful what you ask for, jagiya,” he replies, gaze dropping to your mouth so briefly that you almost miss it. “I need some water. Do you want anything?” 

You shake your head, and he disappears towards the tables. As soon as he’s gone, you feel someone brush your arm. 

“Okay, I’ll give it to the kid - he’s got moves,” Jin declares, holding his hand out in an offer to dance. You silently take it, letting him pull you close as the deejay cues up a ballad. 

Jin’s quiet for a few beats, leading you in small circles around the dance floor. It strikes you that this is the first time the two of you have really been face-to-face since yesterday, that weird standoff in the hallway earlier notwithstanding. You haven’t had a chance to talk to him alone since - 

“So what’s up with your boy?” 

You meet Jin’s gaze with a raised eyebrow. “Jungkook? What do you mean?”

Jin shrugs, the movement jostling your hand where it rests on his shoulder. “I mean, he looked like he was ready to throw hands when he introduced himself earlier. Like he was just itching for a fight.” 

“And you’re not?” You snort when he blinks in exaggerated confusion. “Oh, come on, all those snide little comments you were making at the table? Arguing with him about who has it worse? What was that all about?” 

Jin maintains his affronted expression for half a minute longer before he starts to laugh. “Okay, fine, I admit I was just pushing his buttons at dinner. In my defense, he made it too easy!” He laughs harder when you roll your eyes and start to pull away. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry. But I had to do something to cheer myself up. It wasn’t easy for me to sit there and watch the two of you together, to see the way you look at him.” 

Your curiosity tampers down your annoyance for a moment. “How do I look at him?” 

Jin smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Like there’s no one else in the world.” 

You glance away, unsure what to say to that. Your gaze flits around the room until it lands on Jungkook, finding him at one of the tables, chatting with Lisa and Yi-jeong. His nose crinkles as he laughs with your friend, tattooed hand coming up to swipe away the hair that falls into his face, and you hear Jin sigh. 

“Yeah, that’s the look,” he says, shaking his head. He shifts his arm from your back, leading you into a gentle spin. “I was honestly surprised at how easy it was to antagonize him. Figured nothing I could do or say would bother him, knowing he won your heart.”

When you don’t respond to that, staring at Jin’s bowtie instead of meeting his eye, he hums. 

“Oh, I see. You haven’t told him yet.” 

Without warning, Jin dips you. You gasp, clutching his bicep to steady yourself.

“Are you having second thoughts?” he murmurs. His hand grips yours tightly, arm cradles your back, keeping you in place while his face hovers a mere breath above yours. 

It’s an intimate pose, the way he holds you now, yet just like yesterday, you feel nothing.

“No. No second thoughts.” You’ve recovered from your momentary shock, voice steady as you reply. “I’m sorry, Jin, but like I told you yesterday, it’s Jungkook I want.” 

Immediately, you’re back on your feet. 

“Yeah, I didn’t think so.” Jin grins a crooked grin. “Had to ask, though.” 

You roll your eyes. “I’m starting to regret this whole ‘let’s be friends’ idea.” 

He ignores your jibe. “Can I ask you a serious question?” 

You take a moment to study his face before answering. All traces of humor have vanished as he waits for your response. Slowly, you nod. 

“What are you waiting for?” 

The rooftop garden glows softly in the night air, lit by tiny lights strung along the trees and flowering plants. Hidden speakers strewn around the open space bring the music from the reception outside, providing a gentle soundtrack for a beautiful summer evening. 

“Where are we going?” Jungkook asks, hand clasped firmly in yours as you lead him out of the reception and across the garden. 

In the corner of the roof, there’s a small nook carved out between two potted cherry blossoms, their branches obscuring the two of you from any of the other guests milling about. Right now, you need a little privacy.

You also need a moment to gather your thoughts. Your stomach’s jumped into your throat at the thought of what you’re about to do, and your anxiousness makes it hard to think straight. It doesn’t help that you’re slightly distracted by the sight in front of you. 

Although the sun’s long since set, the air is still warm. Jungkook’s shed his jacket, has his tie loosened, sleeves rolled to his elbows, hand still in yours as he looks at you expectantly, patiently waiting for you to speak. You can see the moon reflecting in his bright eyes, and for a moment, you’re back in the elevator at your apartment, staring at your handsome neighbor, that shy man with the sweet smile.

It wasn’t that long ago that he was a total stranger. Someone you saw occasionally at the mailboxes, someone who regularly ran away when you tried to talk to him. You didn’t know anything about him back then - what he did, what he liked, what made him laugh. What his kisses felt like. 

It wasn’t that long ago, yet it already feels like a distant memory. One that you never want to return to. Knowing everything you know about him now, feeling everything you feel - you can’t go back. There’s only one thing you need to do now - tell him. 

No reason to wait a second longer. 

Taking a deep breath, you squeeze his hand. “Jungkook, I brought you out here because I wanted to tell you something. I’m… ah, I’m not very good at this kind of thing, but I’m gonna try because I don’t want to drag this out when I don’t need to.” 

Jungkook’s eyebrows twitch slightly, but he doesn’t say anything, so you go on. 

“You know how I went to Jennie’s yesterday? Um, Jin was also there, with Yoongi. He pulled me aside and told me that the job Wendy asked me to interview for is actually his show for Nosh. And then he started talking about the two of us working together and traveling and -”

“Choose me, jagiya.” 

“Huh?” 

His interruption throws you off from the rambly mess you were attempting to say. Jungkook reaches for your other hand, holding both against his chest, and gives you a shaky smile. 

“Choose me, jagi. I know I don’t have a career like Seokjin does, or his money, or - or even a guarantee that I’ll ever have either of those things. I probably can’t promise you most of the things he can.” He pauses to draw a long breath, like he’s trying to slow himself down and not rush over his words, and oh, you want to kiss him so much right now. Even if this isn’t how it’s supposed to go. “But I can promise y-”

“No no!” It’s his turn to look surprised as you raise your hands to his mouth, muffling his speech. “Jungkook, stop! I was trying to tell you that I ended things with Jin yesterday. You don’t have to say another word because it’s over.” 

“Mmt’s omer?” he mumbles against your fingers, eyes widening. 

“Yes, it’s over,” you giggle, uncovering his mouth, and suddenly all of your nervousness floats away on the evening breeze. “Come on, Kookie. Don’t you know? I’ve already chosen. It’s you. It’s always been you.” 

Jungkook continues to stare at you with those big doe eyes as your words slowly sink in, and you can’t help but smile, fondly, so, so fondly, that familiar sensation of warmth surging up from your chest, and you know now that it has a name, that buzz, that elation, that euphoria, and it’s on the tip of your tongue, just waiting for you to breathe it to life. 

So you exhale. 

“I think I’m falling in love with you.” 

For just the slightest of moments - a fraction of a second, a single heartbeat - when he doesn’t do anything, doesn’t so much as blink or breathe, you’re scared you’ve said too much. It’s too soon, too fast, too everything. 

But then he wraps his arms around you, holding you close enough that you can feel his own heart thumping wildly within his chest, and puts your fears to rest with four simple words, whispered softly against your lips.  

“Jagi, I’ve already fallen.” 

He kisses you, soft and slow, every touch so full of tenderness that you could cry. You tangle your fingers in his hair, desperately seeking something to hold onto, to keep you from floating right off the roof. He’s fallen for you. Jungkook’s fallen for you. 

You never knew your heart could hold so much. 

All your nervousness from before has dissipated. Now the only reason your pulse races is the nearness of him.

“Are you in any hurry to get back in there?” he asks, tipping his head towards the party.

You shake your head. 

He smiles. “Good.” 

He takes your hand again, locking his other arm around your back. You lay your head on his shoulder and close your eyes, listening to him sing along lightly with the music drifting across the rooftop. Even when the song changes to something more uptempo, he doesn’t let go, just laces his fingers through yours and continues to sway with you beneath the stars. 

Many songs later, when the two of you finally return to the party, you find that it’s already winding down. Jennie and Yoongi are making their rounds to say goodbye, needing to go home  and pack for their trip to Jeju Island in the morning. 

Jennie grabs your arm and pulls you away from Jungkook, waving the other bridesmaids over. “I’m gonna do it tonight!” 

Jisoo pinches her cheek. “Babe, you’ve already done it. That’s why you’re late, remember?” 

“Ha, ha.” Jennie smacks her hand away. “I mean I’m gonna tell Yoongi I’m pregnant, smartass.” 

“Ah, I’m so excited for you!” Lisa gives her a hug, and then you’re all hugging. 

“Have you all had a good time tonight?” Jennie asks, not waiting for an answer. “This has been the most amazing day! Thank you for everything, I couldn’t have done this without you.” 

“Yes, you could have,” you grin. 

“Okay, true, I could have. But it wouldn’t have been as much fun without you all. I love you so much!” 

“We love you too. Now go celebrate with your husband!” Rosé giggles, emphasizing the last word with an energetic wiggle of her eyebrows. 

“Yeah, get out of here. Some of us have plans tonight but we can’t leave until you do.” Jisoo declares. 

“She makes a good point,” Lisa chimes in, glancing over her shoulder at where Yi-jeong sits alone, clearly waiting. 

“Wow, okay,” Jennie laughs, but she’s flying too high to really be mad. “I’ll see you all in a week!” 

It’s as you turn to walk back to Jungkook that you remember. 

“Oh! Lisa!” 

Your friend glances at you as you back away with a giant grin. 

“Pay Rosé her fifty bucks.” 

“Why are your friends screaming like that?” Jungkook asks when you rejoin him. 

You just smile and press a soft kiss to his cheek. “Ready to get out of here?” 

Riding Jungkook’s motorcycle is a much more pleasant experience tonight than it was on your way home from your first date. The sky is clear above you as Jungkook expertly weaves through traffic, and you’re warm and dry sitting behind him, wearing his suit jacket, arms tight around his waist. You spend most of the ride hugging more than holding on to him. 

Every few blocks, he releases the hand grip to let his palm rest on your thigh for a moment, squeezing gently. You think he means it as a reassuring touch, knowing how shaky you are with the entire concept of motorcycles to begin with, how just the thought of riding one still makes you nervous, but the actual effect he's having on you is far from comforting. It’s driving you insane.

By the time you reach your apartment door, you’re feral with need. You toss Jungkook’s jacket onto the floor and Jungkook lets out a surprised yelp when you tug on his arm as he’s closing the door. He barely has a chance to turn the lock before you’re pulling him down, passionately kissing away his confused noise. 

“B-baby,” he finally manages to stammer out after a few minutes of intense making out, “baby, do you wanna move to the couch?” 

You shake your head. “Need you now.” 

“Yeah?” His eyes are so dark that it makes you shudder when he catches your gaze. “Always so needy for me, huh? Just like the first time?” 

You remember that night, the way he’d fucked you against the hallway wall, both of you too desperate to even make it another ten feet to your bed. That same greedy desire burns through you now. 

Thank god for the slit in your dress. Hitching your leg up, you wrap it around his back, guiding him back down on top of you. 

“Just like that,” your voice trembles, back arching as Junghook’s hand snakes between you, rubbing at you through your dress. “Ahh, fuck, just like that!” 

You grasp at the side zipper on the dress, fingers fumbling too much to yank it down as quickly as you want. Jungkook has to do it for you, helping you sit up long enough to shed the entire gown. 

He sucks in a sharp breath. “Jagi.” 

If you weren’t already dying for him, the expression on his face when he sees you in the lingerie you’re wearing beneath your dress would do it. 

“Does it look better in person?” you ask, running your fingers over your chest, thumbs pressing in slow circles to wake your nipples, feeling them swell beneath the lace. 

With a pained groan, Jungkook starts hurriedly tearing at his suit, throwing the items nearly halfway across the open space of your living room in his urgency, not stopping until he’s completely naked, cock already hardening between his legs. 

“Yeah,” he grunts, biting his lip to let his hands do the talking. They travel over your torso, up across your breasts, squeezing your hands so you grip yourself harder. He laughs at your little gasp, and then he’s swallowing your sounds with his eager mouth, knocking your legs apart with his knee so he can press his body to yours. 

Your own impatience has you hooking your calves the backs of his thighs, bending your knees to urge him nearer. But no matter how close he is to you, it’s not enough, an itch you can’t scratch no matter how much you try. 

“I think this is going to have to come off now,” you frown, tugging at your bodice. You need to feel him, skin-to-skin. 

“Oh, not yet,” Jungkook says, voice near enough to be a growl. “Please, jagi, keep it on a little longer. For me.” He looks at you with such a lustful gaze that you find yourself nodding, immediately caving to his wish. If he wants to fuck you in your lingerie, fine. There will be more time to feel him later. 

There will be more time for everything you want with Jungkook. 

His mouth reconnects with yours. You sigh into him as his fingers find the snaps at the crotch of the teddy. He’s not gentle with them, practically ripping them open, but he’s more delicate as he slides his finger into you, finding you just as wet as always. He plunges two fingers in, and you know he’s trying to take his time and make sure you’re ready, but you’re too impatient for his consideration right now. 

“Come on, Kookie,” you plead, cupping his chin to draw his gaze away from his work, “I’m ready. I need you now.” 

“Shit,” he mutters, clearly reading your frustration. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I wanna feel you.” 

He reaches for his pants, which have been flung over the back of the couch, and you stop him.

“No, I mean, I want to feel you.”

Jungkook swallows hard, his Adam’s apple visibly bobbing. “Jesus Christ, jagiya, you’re going to kill me.” He kisses you again, before his expression turns serious. “Can we? I mean, are you on something -” 

Laughing, you grab his face again, pulling him back to you for another kiss. 

“I have an implant. And I haven’t been with anyone since you and I have been…” you trail off, unsure what to call it. Dating? “Not since the last time I was tested.” 

“No one?” He doesn’t say the name, but you know what he’s asking. 

“No one.” You and Seokjin never got that far.

“I haven’t been with anyone either.” Jungkook strokes his thumb along your cheek. “It’s just been you. You’re the only one I want.” 

“Then have me.” With another sigh, you lift your hips, rolling against him. 

Jungkook groans, and you barely have a second to breathe before his lips take yours again. There’s some shifting, you spreading your legs while he’s propping himself up on one elbow and lining himself up with his other hand, and then he’s sinking in, slowly, filling you up hot inch by hot inch, until he’s completely sheathed. 

You got your wish. You can feel all of him. It’s a new sensation, and it’s intense, but you can tell it’s even more so for him. 

“Oh, goddamn, jagi.” Jungkook presses his forehead to yours. His chest heaves as he holds himself completely still. “You’re so - fuck.” 

“Yeah? Is it that good?” 

He nods a little, eyes squeezing shut, and you run your fingers through his hair, trying to impart some comfort. As much as you want him to rail you through the floor right now, you don’t want to rush him anymore. 

“Does it really feel that different?”

Jungkook shakes his head. “It’s not that. That’s part of it - you feel so fucking good, baby - but it’s - it’s…” He huffs out a short breath, shaking his head again. “I don’t know how to say it. It’s everything.” 

And you understand exactly what he means, not by whatever he’s trying and failing to say, but by the look in his eyes. 

“Oh,” is all you can say, feeling your own words slipping away from you, as he starts to move. 

His cock drags slowly, so slowly at first, his head bowing as he concentrates on the feeling of you, the way your cunt seems to suck him back in eagerly, walls clenching when he snaps his hips experimentally. He observes every breath that escapes you, every mewl and whimper, and adjusts his pace, the strength of his thrusts, all the while drowning in his own perception, the tight heat and wetness of your core making his eyes roll back in his head with each pump. 

Neither of you speak after that, but you don’t need to. Your bodies communicate everything you’re feeling, punctuated by the unrestrained noises you both make. Your nails rake down Jungkook’s back as he fucks into you, drawing whine after whine from him, broken cries of desire, of wanting you to hold him, claim him, just as he’s claiming you. Mine, your fingernails declare, inscribing his skin with scratches. Yours, his hips answer in return, powerfully driving into yours, connecting you again and again, faster and faster. 

His hand clutches at the thigh you’ve wrapped around his waist, fingers twisting around the garter straps, and you can tell from his unsteady panting that he’s close. Your own pleasure is nearing the precipice, but you know he’s going to reach his first. Which he confirms with a strangled whimper.

“Jagi, I’m - I’m gonna come,” he grits through his teeth, brow furrowed, like he’s focusing all his energy on not coming right then and there. “‘M sorry, I can’t stop, I can’t - “

“Don’t stop, Kookie, don’t stop!” You don’t care if he finishes first. This isn’t about just sex anymore. All you want is for him to feel as good as he makes you feel, all the time. “Come on, cum inside me. Give me everything, fill me up!” 

“Fuck!” he grunts, moaning your name, and with only a few more thrusts, he follows your command. His hips jerk wildly as he gives in to the burning need beneath his skin and fills you with his hot release. It seems to go on and on, until he’s gasping, sagging against you weakly, too wrung out to hold himself up any longer. “Holy shit.”

You just hum, stroking his sweat-soaked hair, until he finally lifts his head. 

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I got caught up in the moment. Too much going on in my head and - and, fuck, you felt too good.” He gives you a sheepish smile.

You shush his apologies with a laugh, wrapping your arms around him again, urging him to lay down, so his head rests on your chest. “You don’t have to explain. It’s been… it’s been a long time since I’ve felt anything like this.” 

He sighs, moving slightly so he can leave light kisses over your covered chest. “Me too.” His hand trails lazily down your torso, following the swirls in the lace’s pattern. “I’m glad you said what you did. On the roof. I wanted to tell you before how I felt, but I was afraid you’d think I was rushing things.” His voice gets quieter. “It wouldn’t be the first time.” 

There’s a sadness in his tone, a naked vulnerability that makes your heart ache, so you squeeze him a little tighter. You know exactly what he means. 

He raises his head a little, starts kissing his way down your stomach. “Are you still…”

“Am I still what?” You bite your lip as he reaches the apex of your thighs, gently nudging them further apart so he can lie in between. 

Jungkook presses soft kisses to your inner thighs, one side, then the other, before he looks up at you. “Was that enough for you or are you still wanting more? You were so needy earlier, jagiya.” 

Of course you still want more. You don’t think you’ll ever get enough of him. 

“Yeah,” you say, your fingers combing his hair out of his face so there’s nothing hiding him from you, just as there’s nothing hiding you from him, “I want more. Please, Kookie.” 

The smirk that spreads across his lovestruck face sends your heart racing. Your back arches off the floor when he coaxes the first orgasm from you with his tongue, feels like it might snap in half by the time he pulls the second one with his fingers. 

You melt into his embrace afterward, so thoroughly satiated, so utterly content, that you nearly fall asleep. But Jungkook coaxes you off the floor and into the bathroom, to wash his back in the shower before he tenderly scrubs yours, and then into bed, where the last thing you see before closing your eyes is the smile on his face as he whispers good night. 

“What does this one mean?” 

It’s late. Very late, sometime between midnight and early morning, when you should be asleep. You’d awoken in need of some water, slipping out carefully, trying not to wake Jungkook, only to come back to find him up and waiting for you to return to bed. He wasn’t just awake but up up, and you couldn’t resist, climbing directly into his lap for a slow, lazy ride. 

Now, you’re lying together, back pressed to Jungkook’s chest, with his arm draped beneath your breasts, as he gives you a tour of his tattoos. He tells you that most are symbolic, but a few have stories behind them, and you listen raptly to each one. Even though he’s probably tired, he’s indulging you, answering all your questions without so much as a single yawn.

He tilts his head to look at where you’re tapping on a striped snake. “That one? That’s supposed to represent growth. You know, shedding my skin, like a snake.” He flexes his forearm and the snake moves as if undulating on its own. “Do you like snakes?” 

“I like them a lot more than spiders, I can tell you that,” you reply, giggling. 

He laughs, watching silently as your fingers roam over his skin. There’s so much ink covering him, and you’re dying to know about all of it, filled with a buzzing curiosity despite the late hour. 

“What about this one?” Gingerly, you trace over the orange tiger lily etched onto the inside of his forearm, as if afraid that pressing too harshly will cause the petals to crumple. It’s gorgeously vibrant, the glowing color popping vividly against his skin. 

“Ah, that’s my birth flower.” Jungkook laughs a quick laugh. “That one was actually Taehyung’s suggestion. Do you know what the flower is supposed to represent?” 

“Uh-uh.” 

“Self-confidence.” He laughs again, shaking you a little as his chest vibrates. “He said it’d be a good reminder when he’s not around, that I still need to be confident.”

“Taehyung’s a good friend,” you remark, and Jungkook hums in assent. He rubs mindlessly at the flower with his other hand, fingertips bumping against yours. 

“You know, there’s another reason I got this one. A hidden meaning that tiger lilies are meant to express.” 

“Ooh, a hidden meaning?” You tilt your head to peer at him. “And what’s that?” 

Even in the dim light from your bedside lamp, you can see the tips of Jungkook’s ears turning red as he smiles bashfully, his eyes crinkling when he answers. “Please love me.” 

It’s impossible to resist kissing him, kissing that shy bunny smile that you’ve adored all this time, so you don’t even try, cupping his cheeks gently while you brush his lips with yours. When you pull away, his face is flushed, and he laughs, dipping his head in embarrassment even as he whispers, “Keep going.” 

You giggle, and kiss him again, and then stop. “Oh! Wait a minute.” 

Jungkook lets out a small grunt of displeasure when you leave his embrace, but you return quickly, handing him a small frame from your desk. 

“Jagi, you framed this?” He stares through the glass at the tiger lily sketch he’d drawn for you, back when he asked you out on your first date.

“Well, yeah. It was too pretty not to.” 

You take your place between his legs again, his arm automatically sliding around your waist while he gazes at the picture. “But it was just a quick little drawing. It’s not my best work.” 

“So? I think it’s beautiful. And… it’s from you.” You can feel your neck warming as you speak. “I like to keep it on my desk when I’m working. Every time I get annoyed by something, I look at it, and it calms me down.” Your lips quirk in a little smile. “So you can imagine that I look at it a lot,” you say, half-joking, half-not. Because it’s true, you do stare at it a lot. The drawing always brings you peace. Because it reminds you of Jungkook. So fiery and bright, but also so lovely and delicate. 

“Jagi,” Jungkook says again, swallowing thickly. His arm squeezes you closer.

You take the frame from his hand, placing it on the nightstand, before shifting to face him, legs straddling his as you loop your arms around his neck. “Be honest - were you sending me a hidden message with this?” 

His ears are burning red again. “Maybe. Guess it worked.” 

You surge forward, kissing the cheeky smile right off his face. His hands settle on your hips, holding you tightly, as if right now there’s any danger of you leaving. There’s nowhere else you’d rather be, with no one else. 

But you’re also wondering something you’ve been wondering for a while now, and since he’s been so obliging so far, you decide to ask him one more question. “Can I ask you something?”

“Jagi, all you’ve been doing is asking me questions,” Jungkook grins. 

You roll your eyes at his teasing tone. “Yeah, okay, I just mean, can I ask about something that doesn’t have anything to do with your tattoos?” 

He nods. 

“If I hadn’t come to Paradise with my friends that night, would you ever have made a move?”

He clearly wasn’t expecting that question, judging by the look on his face. His eyes fall out of focus as they stare unseeing at you, and you know he’s lost in thought. You give him the time to find his way to an answer, running your fingers through his hair soothingly while you wait.

“I don’t know,” he finally admits. “I’d like to think that yes, I would’ve gotten up the nerve to talk to you. But it might’ve taken a while. Seeing you at Paradise kind of gave me an opening.”

“I think this still would’ve happened,” you tell him, suddenly filled with an unusual amount of confidence, bolstered by his hands on your waist, his eyes locked on yours, “all of this. I think we would’ve ended up just like this.” 

“How do you know that?”

“I would’ve worn you down at the mailboxes,” you grin. “At the rate we were going, it probably would’ve taken a decade, but we’d get there eventually.” 

He laughs, hands locking behind your back as he holds you close. “Or maybe I would’ve shown up at your door one night and danced for you. Maybe that’s what I did in another universe.” 

“I’m sure it worked,” you murmur, leaning closer to his lips. “I think in any universe, we end up like this. We’re just lucky that we got here so fast.” 

“The luckiest,” he agrees, closing the space between you. 

When you finally fall asleep again, you dream of falling through other universes, following the same dark eyes and wicked smirk through each.

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NIPPLE SENSITIVE ELVIS.

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A/N: This is Elvis on the set of Paradise, Hawaiian Style.

Sensitive

Pairing: Elvis x reader

Word count: 1.1K

TWs: Smut, nipple-play, Elvis is a little shy about his body.

You’re busy sewing up another pair of busted pants when you hear a knock at your door. 

“Come in!” You call out, cheerfully. 

Still looking down at your sewing, you don’t realise who it is until you hear the response. 

“Hey, uh, ma’am. I’ve come for another shirt. This one got wrecked in the last scene.”

Your foot presses down on the pedal and you nearly sew your own fingers into the pants. 

“Oh!” You exclaim, finally remembering that less pressure means the machine will slow down and taking your foot off entirely will make it stop. 

He gives you a bashful smile as you look up into his face. It really is Elvis Presley. You knew, but you had to look to check you hadn’t lost your mind entirely and just made him up. Of course you know he’s the main attraction on this movie set, but you’d assumed he’d have someone else to pick up an extra shirt for him. 

“Sorry, didn’t mean ta startle ya, ma’am.”

“Please don’t call me ma’am, Mr Presley. It makes me feel about 102.”

He chuckles. “Alright. If you agree not to call me Mr Presley. That’s my daddy. I’m Elvis.”

His smile is infectious and you grin back. “Okay, Elvis. Now what was it you asked me for?” You wrack your brain for the words he’d said a few seconds ago, but all you can hear is his honeyed Southern accent purring at you. There’s no content whatsoever. 

“Another shirt. This one…” he gestures to the shirt, and you see that it’s covered in mud and has a couple of holes, “...is lookin’ a bit of a mess.”

You nod, standing up and moving towards the rack of clothes designated for him. Flicking through them, you eventually find another of the same shirt and pass it to him. He smiles. 

“Thank ya, honey.”

He goes to leave and you call him back. “Elvis! You um… you should change now and give me the old one so I can fix it.” That isn’t strictly true, there’s no reason he can’t just give you the shirt later, but you want an excuse to make the interaction go on longer. He’s so handsome. 

He turns back and you swear there’s the hint of a blush on his cheeks. “Oh, uh… sure.” 

It seems like he’s debating telling you to turn around before he removes his shirt, so you look back down at your sewing. 

“I’ve made a real mess of this,” you tell him, as you sit back down and pull the fabric out of the machine, cutting the threads off and starting to look for a seam ripper. “You came in here and I just about forgot how to operate the machine!”

“I’m sorry honey,” he replies, and you can hear the smile in his voice. “I shoulda warned ya before I came in.”

You smile and carry on looking down at your sewing, ripping the errant stitches out quickly. “Maybe.”

“But then I’d have liked a warnin’ that you’d be so pretty, too.”

You’re not expecting the words and you look up without thinking. He’s half-undressed, the old shirt off as he undoes the buttons on the new one. Your throat goes dry looking at him. He’s a little heavier than the photos you’d seen recently, and you can’t stop thinking about how much you’d like to bite that belly fat. 

“You’re a real charmer,” you whisper, your voice betraying you. 

He shrugs the shirt on, then starts to fiddle with doing up the buttons. “N-no, not a charmer,” he replies, the tiny stammer giving him away too. “I mean it, honey.”

You stand up, closing the distance between the two of you quickly to help him with the buttons. He’s not concentrating and they’re done up all wrong. 

“Here, let me.”

Your hands touch his and you almost feel like you’re on fire. His face is so close to yours you could kiss those big, bruised lips. As you rearrange the fabric you hear him make a little moan and your eyes snap up to his, questioningly. 

“Uhm…” he starts, awkwardly. You move the fabric again and the same thing happens, and then you look down and you’re sure you can see the outline of something in his pants. 

“What is it…?” You’re still trying to figure it out by repeating the movement when he almost squeals. 

“N-nipples.”

“Huh?”

He catches your hand in his to stop it from dragging the shirt over his nipple again. “M-my nipples… uh… they’re kinda s-s-sensitive.”

Your eyes widen with understanding and you start to unbutton his shirt with your other hand. Confused, he tries to stop you, but your fingers are too nimble and the next thing he knows your thumb is brushing one of his bare nipples gently but firmly. 

“Ohhhhh. Oh honey y-y-ya c-can’t…” he starts, but soon gives up on the rest of the sentence when you pinch him instead. “Fuck!”

“How sensitive?” You ask, manoeuvring him towards a chair and sitting him down. 

He blushes. “V-very. Honey, I haveta…”

Unable to quite believe the situation you’ve got yourself into, you just keep going, sitting on his lap and manipulating both nipples at once with your thumbs. His head tips back and he moans, and when you look down you can definitely see his hardness in his pants. 

“Can you…?” You don’t know how to ask politely, but he knows exactly what you mean, replying “yeah” huskily. 

The idea of him cumming through you touching his nipples makes you instantly wet, and you dip your head down to lick and suck on first one and then the other, enjoying the noises he makes as you do it. They’re very pink and erect when you’re finished, so you start to rub them more firmly, gripping and twisting when you hear his breathing get more erratic, his hips bucking up against you, desperate for contact. 

“Oh God,” you mumble, as his clothed dick rubs against the outside of your panties. 

He moans in return, and you can feel his hot breath against your cheek. “Honey I…” he begins, and then he’s cut off with another loud moan as you dip your head down again, this time to nibble on a nipple. 

He rubs himself against you one more time and then you hear a little yelp and a sigh, and when you look down there’s a wet patch spreading at his crotch. Grinning, you run your thumbs lightly over his nipples again and are rewarded with another, softer cry. His eyes meet yours and you notice him looking a little bashful, his face beautifully flushed. 

“Think we might need to get you some new pants too,” you tease. 

His awkward little smile turns into a grin and his hands move to grip your hips. 

“Not before I’ve returned the favour, honey.”

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𖦹An Old Friend - Part Two𖦹

summary𖦹 Sam learns listening to Ruby was bad a bit too late and you drive out to help him and dean fix their mess

pairing𖦹 Sam Winchester x Reader (eventual romantic)

word count𖦹 1,198

notes𖦹 I wanted it to be a slow-burn but Its moving faster than anticipated (they just need to get together asap) whatever hope y'all like it also hope that I didn't mischaracterize Sam (there's more focus on how he's feeling)

part 1 part 3

It had been a couple months. A couple months of worrying about Sam while he destroyed himself. Dean would update you every week or so and nothing had changed, Sam was still not listening and Dean had to deal with it. Except this call was different, Sam had killed Lilith, but it wasn't a good thing. Her death had released Lucifer from his cage. Ruby knew it would happen, she planned everything, and Sam took the bait. You knew she was no good. So here you were driving back out to see them and help them fix the mess they made. 

You didnt wanna be mad at Sam but he was a dick, you deserve to be angry–with both of the brothers. You were mad that they dragged you back into hunting, mad that sam didn't listen, mad that they only called you now that the needed help (seriously y'all have phones, why couldn't you have stayed friends after you went to collage), but you were especially mad that you don't have the time to be mad cause the world is kinda ending. It all just sucks. And the worst part is you have to talk to Sam again (awkward). You don't even know what to say to him–you know you won't say anything until he apologizes. 

So here you are outside another busted motel room, waiting for one of the brothers to let you in. Dean quickly cracks the door open, gun in hand, and pulls you into the room–making sure nobody followed you (kinda extra if you ask me) and splashes you with a bit of holy water.

“Seriously” you say, wiping your face dry.

Dean shrugs with his signature smirk “can never be too careful”

“Sure whatever” you roll your eyes in response and pull Dean into a hug. “Long time no see” you joke.

“Don't remind me” he says with fake annoyance in his tone

Sam comes out of the bathroom and immediately the mood shifts. He walks up to you awkwardly and you defiantly avoid his gaze.

“Hey Y/N” Sam says cautiously 

You refuse to respond but instead look at him with anger, making sure he understood how much he messed up.

“Look, I know I was a dick–”

You scoff “you were” 

Sam pauses to find the right words “you have every right to be mad at me–”

“Oh i'm pissed” You interrupt 

“Will you just let me talk…”

You roll your eyes and motion for him to continue

“I messed up and I should have listened to you, you were right–you always are–and I'm sorry for being so rude to you, I didn't mean it, I'm truly so sorry…you can say ‘I told you so’ and you don't have to accept my apology, I just wanted you to know that I know I was wrong.”

You sigh in resignation when he finishes his apology “sam…I don't wanna say I told you so–it doesn't change anything or make me any happier…I know your sorry and I don't wanna stay mad at you forever (its kinda hard to stay mad when he gives you those puppy dog eyes) it's just gonna take some time to get back to normal”

“Of course” sam quickly responds and nods his head in agreeance “thank you, really, i'm so sorry–”

You put your hand up to stop him “stop, I get it”

“Sorry” Sam replies and you give him a look that says ‘seriously’ and he corrects himself “right, no apologies”

You and sam stood staring at each other a lot less awkwardly that before until you gave in and hugged him “I can't resist, I missed you”

“I don't deserve this, I was a dick” he says in protest but hugs you back with no hesitation.

“Shut up and let me be nice to you, this is the first time we've really hung out since we were 18, I miss my best friend” you playfully scold and pull away from the hug. You glance up at Sam with a fond look in your eyes and a small, bashful smile on your face. 

Dean cuts through the tension and clears his throat from the other side of the room. You and Sam quickly break eye contact to look over at him. 

“Ok, now that we're one big happy family again…who wants a beer?” Dean asks, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

A grin spreads on your face, “Oh, now we're talking…i'll take one, thanks”

Dean nods “Coming right up” he turns to Sam, silently asking for his response.

“Sure, thanks” Sam quickly replies.

Dean heads to the small kitchen in the dingey motel and you start to follow him “let me help” you offer.

The second you step away from Sam he feels like he can breathe again. Have you always had this effect on him–I mean, he always cared what you thought–but this is different, like he needs your approval. Is that healthy? He doesn't have time for this, he has to focus on fighting Lucifer, but all he can think about is your smile and how easily you forgave him. You've always been such a sweetheart, he doesn't deserve your friendship (aren't you just the best)

Before Sam could get too lost in his thoughts, you and Dean are back with three opened beers. You move back to your spot next to sam and hand him one”

“Thanks” he mutters quietly

You give him a look that says ‘it's no problem’ and turn to Dean. “So, what have I missed these last couple years, I need to get caught up.”

The night goes on and you and the brothers talk about anything and everything, staying away from serious topics (just let my homeboys be relaxed for one night). Soon all three of you grow tired and Dean starts getting ready for bed. 

You turn to sam “I need some shut eye, i'm gonna go book a room, i'll text you the room number” 

Sam shakes his head “i'll come with you”

You smile in appreciation “prince charming, making sure I don't get snatched in the parking lot” you tease

He playfully rolls his eyes “sorry for being decent, next time i'll just let you go outside of a sketchy motel in the dark all alone”

“I never said it was a bad thing” You defend

He sighs, playfully exasperated “sure” 

You pat sams knee and stand up from your seat on the edge of sams bed“If your gonna come with me to book my room then get off your ass and lets go” you say while putting on your jacket

Sam is frozen for a second, a little flushed from the contact you made with his thigh, but quickly recovers and stands up with you “ok–ok, geeze”After Sam drops you off and makes sure you're settled, he heads back to his room. When he walks in he notices Dean already racked out on his bed drooling away. Sam quickly gets ready for bed and falls asleep thinking about you. He forgot how much he missed you–did he already mention how much he loves your smile. Why does he keep thinking of you? 

I hope this is good and I'm sorry if there are any typos

thanks for all the love on my first part

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Random Alastor Blurb Because I Love This Weird Radio Man PT#2 :3

(Welcome to part two of my silly lil blurbs! These will be random rant posts I make about Alastor whenever the ideas come to me. Love him and there are things, thoughts, and ideas I have about him that I would love to share!)

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• Domesticating Alastor into a seldom amount of your modern habits is something we need to discuss.

• He was never one for tv, good heavens he'd love to see all of the blasted devices burn in a smokey heap until you introduced him to some of your favorite crime shows and podcasts.

•At first he thought it was interesting that you listened to crime podcasts as you went about doing daily chores like you weren't listening to the descriptions of a brutal murder, but as he listened along unbeknownst to you, he began to see a pattern. Drawing conclusions between you, him, and your favorite episodes, it was one of the most interesting ways he found out he was infact your type.

• By the first year of your relationship, Alastor is a dedicated crime show fan. Not because he enjoys the show, no no no, it's because he loves to brag about how he would have exacted the same crime but better.

• He won't openly seek you out and ask you to watch Criminal Minds, nor will he try to learn how to work your tablet in order to see how Olivia and Elliot stop the next bumbling idiot from dumping a body in a idiot area, those a cursed amateurs... However you noticed that most times when you decide to kick your feet up and indulge in a nice mystery, your boyfriend somehow manages to appear just when it's about to get good.

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"Finally.." You sighed, kicking up your feet and grabbing your IPad off your desk as you sat in your shared bed with Alastor. "I can finally get back to this episode."

It wasn't even ten seconds after the intro theme played, five minutes as Spencer Reid mentioned that the unsub possibly was eating the lips of the women he killed after removing them from his victims.

"Maybe he ate them?" Said the brown haired man. "Eww?!" You gagged. "Who eats someone else's lips?"

"Exactly what I was thinking my dear! No cannibal- stop screaming - worth his salt would eat such a tasteless part of the body."

"What the hell are you doing here? I thought you were in a meeting with Charlie?!" You shouted.

He simply shrugged. "It was dreadfully boring, so I decided to look for you and found you here commentating to yourself as usual, so I figured I'd join you to make it more fun! However it seems like this will be a fruitless endeavor as well."

You snorted. "Since when do you like TV shows?"

He huffs. "I don't, but that doesn't mean I cannot commentate on the few that seem... tolerable."

"Well if that's the case, you're free to join me. As long as you don't talk my ear off too much, besides this is a good episode."

"Hardly, I can already tell this 'unsub' is a bumbling buffoon with marbles for brains. I'll pass, darling." He stated, walking towards his desk to possibly do some paperwork.

You shrug. "Oh well, you're free to go back to your meeting about cupcakes and rainbows or do your boring paperwork if you wanna. Just don't blame me when you get busted by Charlie for leaving the meeting and not having a good reason for it."

He stood in silence for a moment. Hands crossed behind his back as he stopped in his tracks. A defeated sign left his lips, before he walked back over to you and muttering an slightly irritated. "Move over..."

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•Will occasionally curl up behind you while you hold your tablet, muttering in your ear about how far investigators and the police force have come yet also bashing the criminals for making what he deemed as "Basic mistakes."

• Domestic Alastor would pack you lunch everyday if you had a job that took place outside of the hotel and will happily force his shadows to deliver it to you, should you forget it.

• Southern Alastor and Southern Reader is something I need someone to actually make a documentary on. Imagine it! You, a sinner from the modern South. Alastor, a sinner from the old South. It would be fucking beautiful.

• Alastor and Southern POC? Holy Crap, yes. Don't get me wrong, you'd talk just as normal as everyone else, you having an accent wasn't even thought about until one day Angel Dust tested your patience after drinking your favorite bottle of juice.

• After that day Alastor became your official translator and violence mediator because for the next three days Angel had to stay in his room all day due to some very serious, very violent stomach issues.

• He would definitely love a partner that could sing, but if you can't then don't worry! Who better to teach you than him? Will incorporate lessons throughout your day until the both of you are busting out more random duets and choreography than Disney Channel Original movie.

• Everything Alastor does is autistic coded... No, I will not elaborate..Not until I feel like it -_-

• You're not one to get jealous but if you did or were, it would probably be because of Charlie. You know that she's with Vaggie and you love both of them, of course. But sometimes you find yourself feeling insecure and insignificant. Comparing yourself with the Princess and wondering if Alastor would choose her over you if she ever showed interest.

• This would be extremely prominent if you are the complete opposite of her or you are shamelessly yourself at the cost of trying not to care what people think despite the fact that you care a lot about how people see you and think obsessively if anyone really like your or if they just tolerate you because your there and they don't want to be rude.'Imnotprojectingyourprojecting!!

• You typically don't tell Alastor about this because you don't want him to think you're sensitive or weak, but trust me, he's more observant than you give him credit for. He has a keen eye for knowing when someone is at their lowest or hiding behind a mask. It will not take him long before he corners you and makes you spill the beans.

• After voicing your concerns, he won't comfort you in a traditional way, like giving you a hug or something. But he will gently tell you that you have nothing to worry about. Dabbing your tears with his silk handkerchief, makes you some tea, and essentially hovers over you all day to make sure you don't randomly break down or get snappish on the innocent. (He's a very "Do as I say, not as I do" type of lover..)

• And maybe, juussst maybe, when you're sleeping in his bed, cuddling the soft pillows like a teddy bear, he'll come over you and stroke your hair, before placing a chaste kiss on your forehead. A warm blossoming in his chest as he watches you snuggle deeper into the sheets, in a deep sense of peace.

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Thank you for reading my blurbs once again! I think I might start categorizing these so I'll let you guys pick what blurb I write about next! :D

I know the point of these are too be random but I also don't like having my ideas scattered around like this, so, having you guys telling me or giving me ideas would definitely help a bit.

I hope to see you next time, stay tuned for the next one and don't forget to answer the poll to see what I should do next.

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Romance is not dead if you keep it just yours- Chapter 6: Oriana Fireborn Belmond, Goldsmith, Enchantress, Mate

Summary:

5 Times Cassian thought that Azriel had feelings for somebody and then 1 time he finally met the girl his brother was in love with.

Warnings:

Rhys Bashing

Notes:

I put a lot of world building into this. If you don't recognise it from canon, I probably invented. Or I forgot that canon existed.

(thanks to @firefly-graphics for the super pretty dividers!)

“Where’s Az?” Cassian asked. They were supposed to have their weekly meeting at the River House. Rhys was there, of course, he was…but Azriel was nowhere to be seen. 

“He’s not with you?” Rhys asked, brows furrowing. 

“No. I thought he was in Winter?” There had been talk about exchanging intelligence with the Winter Court in connection to Spring and whatever Tamlin was up to these days. 

“He came home last evening. The whole thing was a bust,” Rhys said with a sigh. “He got stuck in a bloody ravine,” he recounted with a shake of his head. 

Cassian pulled a grimace. That didn’t sound particularly great. 

“How bad was it?” he asked. “Was he hurt badly?”

“He said he was fine,” Rhys waved him off.” 

“And you believed him?” Cassian asked incredulously. He highly doubted that one could just walk off a freaking ravine. Even with the quick healing of a High Fae. 

“He’s a grown-up,” Rhys said tightly. “Besides, my worry wasn’t appreciated.”

“Have you tried reaching out?” Cassian wondered. “It’s not like him to be late.” Azriel was punctual to a fault. 

He watched Rhys's expression tighten for a moment in concentration and Cassian waited. 

Rhys swallowed. 

“Nothing,” he finally said quietly. “I get absolutely nothing , Cass. He’s not out of my range, but I get nothing .”

That…That really wasn’t good. 

He wasn’t dead. That was something though.

“That’s not good ,” he breathed. It was absolutely horrible. Because it meant that Azriel wasn’t simply asleep. Even if knocked out, Rhys would probably be able to get something. But to get nothing? Nothing at all?

“No,” Rhys agreed. 

“I’ll go check on his house,” Cassian volunteered. “It’s as good a place to start as any.” Especially when the reason why Azriel couldn’t talk to Rhys was far worse than what they imagined. “See if he arrived back home.”

“I’ll check in with Nuala and Cerridwen,” Rys agreed.  “Let me know once you know.” Rhys hesitated for a moment. “Thank you, Cassian.”

“He’s my brother too,” Cassian gave back quietly. “Let me know if you get anything.”

The worry that churned in his gut…that was something else entirely as Cassian took flight towards Azriel’s house. 

If he was asleep Rhys would have been able to prod him awake, if he was knocked out, Rhys would probably get something. But to get nothing? That wasn’t good at all. 

He landed in the forest and then he promptly needed 5 minutes, before he realised that the wards that were set around the property had been gently redirecting Cassian away from it, without him even knowing. 

He had never experienced something like that. 

It pissed him off to no avail, that much was certain though.

They were also definitely not set by Azriel’s magic. He knew his brother's magic, knew the taste and feel of it, the way it moved…

Rhys’ magic felt like an avalanche. Azriel’s magic felt like the eye of a storm, perfectly still until it wasn’t, turning into a hurricane in a blink. 

And this magic…this magic was different from anything he had ever felt in his fucking life. 

It was similar still to Azriel’s…but it heated in warning when Cassian pushed back against it. 

And then because he was a fucking idiot, Cassian decided that using brute magical strength to force himself through these wards was the way to go. 

The magic turned into a fucking inferno in response.

The fact that it burned off half of his fucking hair did not make it any better either. 

The magic receded and he tackled the female that was waiting for him into the ground before she could do anything to him. 

“Who are you?” He demanded his knife pressing against her throat. He was quite certain as he took her in that he had never seen a Fae that looked like her. And she was a High Fae, her ears gave that away.

Her skin was pitch black, her hair the same colour braided away from her face…lips painted a deep berry colour. 

She didn’t say a word, didn’t need to, not when her eyes, her fucking eyes, gave it all away. 

If her magic had seemed like fire, her eyes were the fire. There was hellfire burning in them, faces flickering like they would reach out and burn him at a moment’s notice.

“You destroyed my ward!” She hissed at him.

“You burned off my hair!” He snapped right back at her. 

“You are holding a knife to my throat!”

Well, he did. Then it grew so hot in his hand that he had no choice but to let it clatter against the floor where it turned into a bloody puddle of metal. 

“You melted that!“ He realised as he saw the expression on her face. He moved to replace his knife with his bare hands but her skin was so hot against his, that he was sure he was going to have blisters all over his hands if he kept that up. 

And then her hand moved far quicker than he had thought she would be able and she had a knife in her own hand. He caught her wrist before she could stab him with it, glaring at her. 

“Who are you?” He asked her. What was she? 

“Who are you?” She snapped right back at him. “You are the one who destroyed my wards !”

“You are the one who is here at my brother’s house !“ he snapped.

The last thing he had expected was for her to relax against the ground, no longer fighting against him and looking at him with her eyes still blazing…and then she said three words: “I live here.”

“You live here,“ he repeated unbelievingly. And then as he took a breath, suddenly her scent caught in his nose. 

His brother‘s scent was all over her. Azriel’s scent. 

Mist and cedar…now joined with jasmine and burning wood. There wasn’t a single question left. 

 “You are Azriel’s mate,“ he realised, staring at her. She stared right back, unflinching. 

He had spent weeks thinking about who Azriel was seeing and now there she was. Right in front of him. Literally nothing like what he had expected. 

But then… Azriel had always chosen the unexpected. 

“Wow, you are a genius,” she drawled. Her voice was dripping with disdain.“What gave it away, the fact that I am in his house or that I smell like him?” 

“You…since when…” he stuttered. This wasn’t how he had expected this to go down. He had thought that one day, Azriel was going to bring her to dinner and they would all get to meet her. And not that he would tackle her to the floor and she would melt his fucking knife. “How?” He blurted out. 

“I think you know how mating works, Oh mighty Lord of Bloodshed.“ She was talking to him like he was an idiot and he was pretty sure that he deserved it. 

“Azriel has never mentioned you,“ he defended himself. 

“Then maybe you should think about why .“ Her words were piercing. He could just stare at her, as she shifted underneath him. 

When Azriel found out about that he was going to kill him. Cassian was certain of that.

“Truce?” He suggested.

“Get off me , you big brute,“ she muttered as he rolled off her and gained his feet holding out a hand for her. She didn’t need it. Not when suddenly a cloud of shadows came to help her, hefting her up like she weighed nothing. 

They disappeared again, though they seeingly clung to her hands as she waved them away, one of them wrapping around her throat like it belonged there. 

He worked hard to keep the horror of his face. He had seen these shadows do the same thing a number of times under very different circumstances. But with her...with Oriana, they treated her like she was a precious thing. Treated her with all the care they were capable off. 

He swallowed. He had not once seen his brother’s shadows act like that. But then…he had never once met Azriel’s mate. 

“My name is Cassian,” he finally introduced himself, scratching his neck. He had rarely been that wrongfooted with somebody in his life. 

“I know,” she gave back, something like amusement blending into her voice.

“May I know your name?” he prodded as she seemed unwilling to give her more. 

“Oriana,” she told him. 

“No surname?” he wondered, she just cocked her head to the side. 

“Don’t you have one?  she gave back, clearly unwilling to let a single thing slide. 

“I am a bastard,” he gave back. “I don’t have one.” 

“Fireborn or Belmond, it depends on who you’re asking,” she finally answered. 

Fireborn. That seemed more like some kind of honorific, like shadowsinger, and less like a surname. 

“I am looking for Azriel,” he finally said quietly. “He was supposed to be in a meeting. Rhys can’t reach him. He could be in trouble.” 

He was sure that she would help him, if only because her instincts would tell her to. 

What he didn’t expect was the laugh she barked out, no amusement in her voice. 

“Oh, he is in trouble. With me,” she told him, her voice harsh. “He’s unconscious. That’s why Rhysand can’t reach him.”

Unconscious. That didn’t sound good. 

“He’s here?” Cassian asked and she just nodded. “Can I see him?” he requested. Oriana was Azriel’s mate but Cassian had been his brother longer than that. And he wanted to see him. Make sure that Azriel got everything he needed and that he didn’t need to go fetch Madja because Azriel wasn’t healing. 

“Do you promise me not to destroy our house?” Oriana asked drily.  “I’ll burn you to a fucking crisp if I need to.”

He was taken aback by that outburst. 

“You have a dirty mouth, you know,” he told her drily. She just held his gaze. He nodded.

Cassian followed along as she turned on her heel to march into the house. 

It was still the same house Azriel had shown him, but it was obvious that it had…well. Definitely been lived in by somebody other than just his brother. There was art on the wall, metallic sculptures of sorts, modern furniture, a couch…chairs that easily would be able to accommodate wings…bits and pieces that Azriel would have never bothered with before, but Oriana clearly did. 

He swallowed when he spotted a greenish linen tablecloth spread over the kitchen table, where Oriana had clearly been cooking something. 

“I don’t actually. You just caught me at an ill-time. After I spent a few hours yesterday wondering if my mate is going to die on me,” she answered, her voice so sharp that he could have cut himself on it. 

“What’s wrong with him?” he asked as she led him to what must be their bedroom. She hesitated before she opened the door. He could swear he saw a ward disappear at her touch like she had even warded Azriel before she had left him alone to go meet him outside. 

“He’s bruised extensively, and I didn’t think it was anything but that at first,” she said quietly. “He had a headache…we both thought he was just tired…he woke up three hours later vomiting blood and losing consciousness.”

Fuck. 

“He had inner bleeding in the abdomen. The healer told me all that was wrong with him but after that I just…” she trailed off, opening the door. 

Azriel was on his back, wings spread out over the bed, the whole thing surrounded by a dome of a greenish tint of sorts. 

Cassian had never seen anything like that.  

“Don’t touch it, please,” Oriana requested, her voice quiet. “It’s a healing trance. We use it in the mountain…I have it on a very good account that he’ll be fine. He was bleeding out from within. Which would have been caught if he had gone to a healer after his mission and didn’t come home to me immediately, because I quote I missed you .” There was anger in these words, but also sadness and not a small amount of love. It was all there, able to be heard by anybody who heard her speak about his brother. 

He swallowed, taking in the violent bruises on Azriel’s face, the swelling of one eye…the steady rise and fall of his chest, the bandages…the blanket that was pulled up over him…the ugliest thing that Cassian had ever seen consisting out of mismatched squares of knitting, no two the same. 

“Are you a healer?” he wondered. Who had put Azriel into a healing trance? 

“Do I look like a healer to you?  My bedside manner would be more than questionable,” Oriana said with a snort.

It would have been amusing in any other situation. 

“What are you then?” Cassian asked curiously. What did she do? What was she what she spend her time with? There was no question that Oriana was a magical powerhouse of sorts. 

“Does it matter?” Oriana wondered, leaning against the door. “By Trade? An Enchantress. By Creed? A goldsmith. By heritage? Half High Fae from the Autumn Court, half Tartera Faerie living in the mountain. By Love? His mate. And that will always come first.”

The truth was clear in her words.  

Still, he swallowed. An Enchantress. That was rare. It explained a lot though.

“Emotionally? Completely pissed off at Azriel, right now,” she added, her voice breaking. “And at your precious High Lord when we are already at it.”

“Rhys?” Cassian wondered aloud. “What has he done?”

“Send Azriel on his merry way,” Oriana said quietly. “He wouldn’t have even been there if it wasn’t for him. Azriel thought the whole thing was a bad idea, but Rhysand insisted.” 

Damnit. 

“He wouldn’t have done that if he thought that something was wrong,” Cassian said carefully. 

Oriana snorted.  

“You don’t believe me,” he said drily and she shrugged. 

“Let’s just say that I have a list of problems with him, and this is just the last one I added to it,” she admitted her voice even. 

“With Rhys?” Cassian said, brows rising. “What had he done to you?”

“To me personally? Nothing. To Azriel? I have a list,” Oriana said, sticking out her chin, and crossing her arms. 

Ouch. Rhys was in it for it.

And Cassian didn’t think for one moment that some singed-off hair and a melted knife was the worst thing that Oriana Fireborn could dish out if she put her mind to it. 

 “Does he know about you?” Cassian wondered. Had Rhys known about her? About Azriel and her. 

“Rhysand knows off me. There is a difference,” Oriana said carefully.   “If you ever want to annoy him you should ask him about his last trip to talk to Custodian of the Mountain…oh about 200 years ago? And what happened to his favourite jacket.”

“There is a story there, isn’t there?”  Cassian said with some amusement and she just shrugged. 

He was very curious about what exactly had gone down then. But that wasn’t the most pressing thing. 

“He’ll be fine?” he asked once again. Oriana just nodded. 

“He’ll be perfectly fine. A healer will check on him in an hour or so,” she said quietly. 

Clearly, she took care of what was hers. 

“Thank you,” he said softly, watching Azriel’s still form. 

“He’s my mate ,”  she spat out. “I did it for him, not for you.” 

“I know that,” Cassian said softly, meeting her eyes, the flames flickering. There was a unique kind of beauty in there, the way the flames were alive in her eyes. “Thank you for loving my brother.” 

Something inside her eased. “He’s very easy to love,” Oriana said quietly. 

“Will you let me know when he’s awake?” he asked and she nodded. 

“I’ll have the shadows sent a note,”  she agreed quietly. “The healer said another day or so.”

“Thank you,” Casisna thanked her again, turning his back to his brother and she led him out of the house. 

She was quiet, sunken in thought and as he turned to tell her goodbye, suddenly it burst out of her. 

“Were you the one who told him that he would need to pay for sex because he’s so disgusting that that is the only way he could get somebody to pretend to care for him?” She spat out. 

It was the last thing Cassian had expected. 

“ What ?”

“I am paraphrasing. I imagine the real sentence was more along the lines that if he wanted sex he should go to a pleasure hall and better pay for it,” Oriana corrected herself. “I just ask, because he took it to mean something very different.”

Cassian swallowed. That…It was... He didn’t even have words for it. He couldn’t…He couldn’t even think of a moment where anybody would have…why would…

“Were you the one?” Oriana demanded and he just shook his head. 

“He’s my brother,” Cassian said fiercely. “I would never say something like that to him.” She met his eyes, her own burning with an intensity that terrified him.

“Somebody did,” she said very carefully.  “I am putting you on notice, I don’t fucking care who it was, but if I find out, I am going to put them on fire.”

He didn’t doubt that for one moment.

“I’ll help,” he muttered darkly. “I’ll hold them down for you.” 

She gave him a smile that reminded him of Nesta in some way, sharp and biting. 

“Then we have an accord.”

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Writing Warm Up: ROUND 1

Late as always, but here is the fic as promised!

The winning prompt was 'Accidental Kiss' for the pairing Rexsoka

Please enjoy :)

“They’re coming,” Ahsoka hissed, pushing Rex towards a rocky outcropping at the side of the mountain. Rex grunted and grimaced as he was forced backwards. Ahsoka winced for him as she realized her hand on his chest was placed over his broken ribs, but did not halt to readjust. The enemy had been pursuing them for hours, and with Rex’s busted ribs and ankle, her concussion and their overall lack of any weaponry, Ahsoka figured deception was a better course of action than head-on battle.

Looking over his shoulder, Rex seemed to spy a suitable spot to take cover, and he tugged Ahsoka’s hand, leading her through the maze of rocks to a crevice near the cliff face. He dropped onto his backside and tugged her down, out of sight. Ahsoka was sure he hadn’t meant for her to end up on top of him, but her slow, concussed brain had her fumbling and nearly falling into his arms. She ended up straddling him, with her hands on his chest, nose to nose. If this rather compromised position affected Rex as much as it did her, he did not show it. His cheeks did not flush, in comparison to the heat she could feel rising into her own; his heart rate, although elevated under her hands on his chest, could merely be from the stress of their current predicament. Or pain, she realized as she recalled his injury, removing her hands from his chest with a mumbled, “Sorry.”

Rex didn’t respond. Instead, he tugged her hood up and over her montrals and pulled her head to rest on his shoulder. They said nothing for a time, just waiting in apprehensive silence as the sound of their pursuers came and went.

Only once there was nothing to be heard but the whistling breeze through the rocks, Ahsoka risked lifting her head from Rex’s shoulder, and peaking over the natural wall of stone beside her. She scanned the area for a time, until she was content nothing moved aside from the mountain grass in the breeze.

“It looks like-“

Ahsoka turned back to Rex, but he’d shifted while she’d turned away. Having propped himself up on his elbows, his face was now where hers needed to be. Ahsoka half-gasped and tried to avoid butting heads. She was successful only in keeping their foreheads apart. Their noses brushed and her heart ran rampant in her chest as their lips pressed together. The kiss was soft, short, and entirely accidental.

Ahsoka jerked back, properly gasping in shock this time. She rocked back into her heels, and Rex sat up, following her into a more upright position. They both stared at each other for an awkward second, until Rex did the most mind boggling thing he could have done.

Leaning forward, he pressed their lips together again. This kiss was short, sweet, but entirely on purpose, and Ahsoka was so stunned she nearly forgot to kiss him back. But all too soon, he pulled away. Clearing his throat, he spoke without meeting her eyes. “We should go, before they return.”

Ahsoka nodded, biting her lip to fight the grin that wanted to split her features. Although they did not acknowledge it, Ahsoka knew something more had begun between them. The subtle blush dusting Rex’s cheek and the bashful smile upon his lips told her all she needed to know.

Tags: @tealmist55

Divider by @firefly-graphics

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Please I need some emotions...I need how all three would react to finding YN beat up or something. The emotions, the angst, the possessive and protectiveness....PLS I BEG OF YOU

Bet 🙏🏻

TW: graphic violence, fighting, shooting

y/cs = your callsign

initial situation -> you were out on a mission with your team to deal with a no-name terrorist group. Everything had gone well until the last standing member managed to slam the butt of his gun against the back of your head. You toppled to the ground in pain, vision peppered with black spots. "Fuck... you piece of shit." You hiss when he gets you on your back and starts beating down on you.

Ghost

He hadn't seen or heard of you after calling through the comms, so he grew worried. "Cap', y/cs hasn't responded to my inquiries, I'mma go 'ave a look." Ghost informs Price, who nods in return.

He was decently close with you, so it left a bitter taste in his mouth when you didn't respond. What if someone had managed to mortally injure you and you were laying somewhere and bleeding out?

Ghost hurried through the rooms of the mostly cleared building and came to a stop when he spotted one of the terrorists on top of you, his fists continuously beating down on your, by now unconscious, body. Then he saw red.

Simon ran towards the fucker who dared to touch you yanked him up by his vest, literally throwing him a few feet away from you before proceeding to punch his living daylights out. "Ya fuckin' dare to hurt one of our mates?! I'm gonna fuckin' kill ya, damn cunt!"

He doesn't stop bashing his face in until it's a bloody mess, his fists dripping with the man's blood. He doesn't spare him another glance before going to check on you, blood running cold when he sees the state you're in. Simon's heart is beating out of his chest at the sight; your lip is busted and still slightly bleeding. There's also a laceration on your cheekbone and a nasty bruise forming around it, and not to forget the black eye you're starting to get.

Ghost exhales a shaky breath and gently scoops you up into his arms, careful not to hurt you any further. That bastard has probably beaten more places than just your face.

And he's going to kill them all by himself if he has to.

König

He had just finished absolutely obliterating five of the terrorists in another room and was about to check up on his team when he heard your pained cries from across the hall. König didn't waste any time, running to the source of the sound and kicking open the slightly ajar door.

The man was sitting on your stomach, violently beating you up; you try your best to kick him off, but he's too big. All you can do is try to shield your face, but it doesn't do much because he still got a few good hits on you.

But then you see your Colonel behind your attacker, distracting you enough to catch a fist to the jaw, and suddenly, you're out cold.

The giant colonel did not enjoy that. He picks the asshole up by the back of his collar and puts him in a chokehold. "You made a giant mistake here, du kleiner Bastard." König says into the terrorist's ear, sounding almost demonic, before he manhandles him around.

And then he breaks his back, like a stick that's being snapped over his knee. The man screams bloody murder, but König isn't done. Next, he breaks the arm he used to beat you up with, snapping it so hard the bone broke through the skin. And then the man went limp, either fell unconscious due to the pain, or straight up died.

He couldn't care less, though, as he tossed him aside and moved to kneel down next to your knocked out form. A pang of panic went through him as he hurriedly picked you up to evacuate and get you to a medic as soon as possible.

König is not going to lose you. Not when he finally found a new purpose.

Keegan

He witnessed it all through the scope of his sniper rifle, jaw clenched tightly. How dare this terrorist scum hurt you?

"Sergeant Russ here, I'm going in." He says into the comms before quickly making his way to where this man decided to touch something that wasn't his.

When Keegan arrived, you were already knocked out, his blood running cold. "You dare hurt my y/cs? Oh, you've made a grave mistake there." He says, voice dangerously low as he raises his assault rifle.

The terrorist on top of you freezes, arm raised back for another punch, but not plowing down again. "Get the fuck off of them, hands in the air."

The man does what he's told, but right when he's back on his feet, he moves to take out his gun, probably trying to shoot Keegan.

But instead, he aims it at you. Keegan's eyes widen, and without thinking, he shoots the terrorist straight through the forehead. The man's aim falters but still pulls the trigger, and the bullet lands inches from your face on the ground.

Keegan drops his rifle from the shock; that fucking man almost killed you right in front of him. His whole body is shaking as he flops down next to you, one hand gently caressing your cheek. "You're safe now. Let's go back to base." He says before slinging his rifle around himself and then picking you up and carrying you out of the building.

[mist-see]

What you protect.

Pairing: Ghost x Tall Black!Female!Reader

Theme: slow burn, vulnerability, patching up wounds, near-death tension, trust-building

Word Count: ~2400

Setting: After a mission gone wrong — a small, abandoned medical outpost

He should’ve died.

You watched the blood drip from his side, slow and thick, as you dragged his half-conscious body into the busted-out safehouse.

His eyes stayed scanning —hazy but alert. He hadn’t made a sound, not even when the bullet hit him. But now, under the flickering lights, he was sweaty, and probably pale, trying to stay upright for your sake.

“Don’t pull the tough guy act now,” you snapped, breath ragged. “Let me work.”

“Didn’t—know you cared,” he muttered, a crooked smile twitching beneath the mask.

You glared, dropping your pack hard enough to rattle the floor.

“You think I train with someone that long and don’t give a damn? You don’t know shit, Ghost.” Your tone was rough- angry almost and you didn’t mean for it to sound that way.

He flinched—not from the wound. From the truth. You didn’t really care about him as a person, at least not now. But he was your boss, and you’ve been on this task force team for years now.

You peeled back the tactical gear and found the entry wound. Through the side. Clean, but deep.

“You’re lucky,” you muttered. “Two inches closer and I’d be zipping you into a body bag.”

He chuckled weakly. “Didn’t know you were planning to be the one to bury me.”

Your hands paused, blood coating your gloves. You looked up at him.

“I don’t bury people I haven’t had the chance to know.”

That shut him up. You made it awkward, on purpose to avoid speaking right now.

You worked in silence after that, ignoring his quiet grunts and groans as you stuffed the gauze into the wound, packing it through and through to slow the bleeding. You were distracted, you didn’t notice his other hand slowly reaching to his face. The mask came up.

You paused when you see the stark beige color surrounded by darkness.

You barely stared at him, you didn’t understand why he was letting you see his face. It was too intimate, it didn’t make sense. You weren’t friends, you two barely spoke.

But still, you didn’t speak, and he didn’t either, just watched as you wrapped him up, using the mole on your cheek to stay focus, to keep breathing, to stay alive. He just…let you.

Let you touch him.

Let you see.

And he was…tired…from more than just the bleeding out.

Not mutilated the way you expected. Not broken or gruesome. Just scars from years of abuse and war.

Just human.

Eyes softer than you’d thought. Jaw tight. Shadowed stubble across his cheek. Mouth slightly parted like he wanted to say something but didn’t know how.

You didn’t stare. You didn’t flinch.

You just dabbed the gauze along the angry red line in his skin and muttered, “You always throw yourself into gunfire, or is that just how you flirt?” You spoke finally in the daunting 15 minutes the two of you had been hidden.

He gave a breathy, broken laugh. He wasn’t used to your humor yet, it matched his own.

“You think this is me flirting?”

“I think it’s the only way you know how to get someone close… sacrificing yourself instead of just starting a conversation..” so that you could owe him companionship.

His eyes darkened. “Maybe it’s the only way someone like me deserves to be touched.”

You stopped. Maybe you’ve underestimated.

Fingers still. Gaze sharp.

And for once, you didn’t say something hard-edged or cocky.

You just said, “Don’t talk about yourself like that. Not with me.” You weren’t going to give him a pity party, and he understood that, he respected that. But at the same time you hated when people would bash themselves in front of you.

His eyes searched yours—like he was trying to decide if he should keep going just to rile you up, or move on. He does both.

He mutters softly:

“I’ve lost everyone I’ve ever trusted.”

You stayed kneeling there, pressing the gauze tighter. But your tone turned low, softer. Your brain was telling you to not get to close, but you also weren’t a dick head. He was opening up to you and you wouldn’t pass on this, you couldn’t pass on the chance to know Simon Riley.

“So have I. Doesn’t mean you stop trying.”

“Doesn’t mean you start either.”

“Maybe not.” You met his gaze. “But you let me fix you. That’s a start.”

The night settled around you like a second skin.

He fell asleep eventually, slouched against the wall, skin pale and breath shallow but even.

You stayed awake. Guarding. Watching.

When he stirred—hours later—it was to find your thigh resting near his thigh, not quite touching, but there.

A silent gesture. I’m still here.

“You stayed,” he rasped.

You didn’t look at him. Just nodded once.

“Where the fuck else would I go… You’re my lieutenant…Would’ve dragged you out if I had to.” You shrugged that shit off, like it was something you were meant to say.

A beat of silence passed between you. Your eyes stayed glued on the glass-less window.

Then, he whispered:

“I dreamt of you.”

You finally looked at him, brow raised and obviously caught off guard. How odd. But you didn’t tell him to shut the hell up, you urged him to continue.“Yeah?” Who wouldn’t be curious.

He nodded, licking his cracked bloodied lips. “But you weren’t saving me.”

“What was I doing?”

“Standing in front of me. Between me and the bullet.”

You stared at him. Something shifted in your chest as you thought about this dream, this nightmare. Would you had stood in front of the bullet like he had with you?

… a question that wasn’t hard to answer, surprisingly, and that annoyed you.

“That’s not a dream,” you said quietly. “That’s hell… a fear. A nightmare.”

He looked away, ashamed almost, as if he knew that you were trying to dismiss him. That’s not what you intended. Or maybe he was ashamed because he knew what this meant, that that dream could’ve meant something deeper. Would you save him?

You didn’t like that, you didn’t like that at all. Did you make him feel bad? Oh so what, all of a sudden you care about his feelings?

So, you leaned closer, slowly, until you were eye-level, nose to nose.

“You’re not the only one who’s scared,” you said. It was something that was finally vulnerable, to let him know that he wasn’t truly alone. You were terrified. You always are, this is war.

Then—because the moment felt too raw to leave empty—you reached out, fingers gripping the dusty balaclava that sat in his head like a hat, and slid it back down, masking him.

He didn’t flinch.

Didn’t pull away.

deep down you didn’t know if you were ready for Simon Riley yet. You found yourself more comfortable with ghost for right now.

Pt3

Pt5- final

Cod Masterlist

[in1-nutshell]

Can I request Artemis, M'gam, Robin, and Aqualad reacting to to DCpool destroying a wave of enemy robots while dancing to Bye Bye Bye?

That song was living rent free in my head for MONTHS when I went to go see it.

Hope you enjoy!

Artemis, Aqualad, M'gann and Robin react to DCpool doing the 'Bye, Bye, Bye Dance'

SFW, Platonic, Mention of injury, Mutant reader

YOUNG JUSTICE

As usual the covert mission was a bust and now the team was fighting for their lives.

Well, everyone else was fighting for their lives, DC was having the time of his life.

Pat of the team had been splintered off all across the warehouse where the enemy robots were housed.

DC found himself surrounded by the biggest group of robots.

DC has both his katanas out before looking at the audience. DC: “Oh I think you know what am about to do with these wannabe Terminators. Same thing Wade did to those TVA ski mask looking pricks.” He gets into a running position. DC: “This is for Logan and Wade!”

Artemis and Robin were in one of the building’s security rooms when they saw DCpool surrounded by the robots.

 Artemis is about to call in for backup for DC when Robin tells her to stop and watch.

It. Is. BRUTAL.

The way their teammate was dispatching the robots with extreme efficiency and ruthlessness was scary… and graceful?

They swear they can hear music in the background.

Both make mental notes to ask DC about his prior training before joining the team.

Artemis squints closer to the screen. Artemis: “Is he—Is he dancing?” Robin: “I think he is?” DC grabs a metal ‘femur’ of one of the bots’ exoskeletons and throws it into the bots chest. The oil splattering on the ground and face. Both heroes wince. Suddenly the camera falls next to DC, who just picks it up and holds it if he were taking a selfie… with the offline robot. Robin: “Oh that’s just wrong.” DC kisses the temple of the bot before chucking the camera to go back into the fray. Artemis: “Super wrong.”

Aqualad and Miss Martian are the unlucky ones to be in the same room as DCpool and the robots.

They are fairing well as a pair against the bots.

Barely, but doing all right.

M’gann is worried about DC handling the bots by himself.

Aqualad tries to move closer to where DCpool is to see what he could help with.

Both Atlantean and Martian are in shock seeing how well he is doing.

VERY well…

M’gann gets a bit sick seeing how brutal DC is getting rid of the enemy.

Kaldur knows he is going to need to talk to him about… this when everyone gets back to the cave.

Wait—was he dancing!?

M’gann: “I don’t think he needs any help.” Both of them watch DC uses one bot’s head to bash another bots head in. Oil and wires fly everywhere. Kaldur: “I don’t think so.” DC looks their way. DC: “Heads up!” He kicks the head over to Kaldur, who dodges just in time to hit another robot from behind. DC: “WOAH! Is this fun or what!” Kaldur: “DCpool I do not think—wait why is there music? How is there music here?” DCpool shrugs. DC: “Never question the power of fighting songs Nemo.”