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hazelfoureyes · 1 year ago

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The Safeword is RadioApple (part 4)

Part 1 ꒰აMaleReader✧FemaleReader໒꒱ Part 2 ꒰აFemaleReader໒꒱ Part 3 ꒰აAlastorxLucifer໒꒱ tidbit (cute, not smut) Part 4 ꒰აFemaleReader໒꒱✨NEW✨ ₊⊹⁀➴ Lucifer wins⟡Alastor Wins

Happy SunSinday! I really hope you like this. Thank you to @sugoi-writes for treating me to the coffee that helped me power through this. I’ll need like, atleast half a day of no writing to recover the mental exhaustion 😂 I’ll be back Monday to catch-up on all the comments and inbox from the last 2 days!

Lucifer lets fate decide how he and Alastor will show their dear kitten their teamwork skills.

「warnings/promises apply to both routes: RadioApple x FemReader, threesome, Lucifer x Alastor anal, p in v, soft breeding kink, Luci calls himself Daddy, biting, choose your own adventure, heaven ain’t got shit on Luci, fingering, tentacle fucking, cuddling, creampies, cum fucking, lots of deer references partially because of @n-after-me’s latest fic, sweet words, Happy Luci」

Deer Duck Kitten

Finally. You finally had both men in a place where you could enjoy each other as a group, instead of just you getting fucked by two people at the same time.

You had half recovered from your hangover by early afternoon, but the little slip you made earlier in the day was just causing a new headache to emerge.

When the men both questioned what exactly you had meant, you decided the best option was to take your own advice and shut the fuck up. So shut the fuck up you did, for a solid three hours, while lying in your bed face down.

New problem now. Perfect. 10/10, you suck.

Alastor and Luci were huddled in a corner of the lobby, two arm chairs pulled together and facing away from the others.

To Alastor, you had said something unspoken until then. The only difference that he could see was his …embracing of Lucifer’s inclusion in your relationship.

Lucifer was partially blind, the stars orbiting his head shining too brightly for him to see or think properly.

“Was that normal?” Lucifer asked.

“Not for us, no.”

Lucifer, unblinking, “It’s too soon for sure for us.”

Alastor’s static aura flickered, “Obviously.” Lucifer glared.

“She’s obviously happy we got along so…well?”

Alastor nodded.

“So let’s show her our teamwork in action! Let’s take care of her. Together.” He winked, making Alastor grimace.

“Take care of her how? Because she’s sick?” You were still hungover.

“No… take care of her.” Lucifer’s brows rose up and down, saying the words a little louder.

The air around Alastor snapped, a crackle of static returning, “I’m not deaf, I just don’t understand what secret meaning you’re hinting at.”

The normally patient and polite king’s face scrunched before he grabbed Alastor by the lapels and pulled him close, seething, “Take care of her. In bed. Sex. Fuck her.”

Alastor scowled, dark gums peaking past his lips, “We do that nearly nightly in some fashion, your majesty.”

Nose pressed to nose, forehead to forehead, “I am going to fucking kill you.”

While what they were saying wasn’t audible, Angel was adding his own narration to the video he was taking, “I’m gonna fuck you, Radio Demon.” He attempted a regal voice. “Not if I fuck you first! ha ha ha,” His best shot at a trans-Atlantic accent.

“You’re insufferable. Just speak plainly!”

Lucifer opened his mouth to reply but instead of words, a choked noise as he turned his face away. A deep blush now rising up his neck to his cheeks. A flash of a memory of Alastor’s dark eyes looking down at him over his wet body, stomach bulging with every thrust. Could he really say it out loud?

“Oh.” Alastor sat back in his chair, “She and I haven’t…” he searched for a delicate word, “Explored other avenues.”

Now who wasn’t speaking plainly?

“Well we could rearrange the order a little.” Lucifer sandwiched his hands together in hopes he could keep the details unspoken.

Alastor hummed, “Who would be in the middle, so to speak, if not my-”

“Our.” Lucifer cut him off.

A sinister snarl of a grin, “-dear.”

Lucifer put out a fist, “Did you know rock paper scissors or are you too old timey for that?”

“Loser has to hold open their gaping hole and-,” Angel jumped and nearly dropped his phone when Charlie bounced up beside him.

“Awww Dad and Al are playing games together!”

He snickered, tears forming in his eyes, “Yeah like tugga war and hide the pickle.”

“I think it’s called tug-of-war, Angel.”

Angel patted her on the head and turned to flee, “Good catch, princess. Nothin’ gets by you.”

They couldn’t decide who would knock, so both did. You weren’t ready for the conversation yet, having to explain it was just an expression and not intended to be a declaration. You and Alastor used many other words instead; my beloved, I adore you, my love. You had found comfort in the steadiness of his adoration, never a fear he would leave so you never worried much at the lack of direct ‘I love you’.

But …. Luci. You could see in his face how desperately he needed to be overshadowed with someone’s love. To be the one to eclipse all of his insecurities with a warm blanket of consistent affection? You’d die again for the opportunity. Just—- not yet. Certain words are meaningless without action. And you hadn’t done much more than cuddle and have sex. You needed to show him your love before you said anything about it.

Another set of knocks. You whined, they didn’t deny you anything so how could you deny them? “What?”

“Kitten?” mixed with “Dear.” from outside the door.

You called them in, not watching as Luci beelined for the bed and Alastor closed and locked the door as quietly as possible to not bother you.

“Does your head still hurt?” Lucifer slid up to your right side. You opened your eyes, turning your head to him.

“No.”

He smiled. You felt the bed dip, Alastor settling to your left.

“Are you feeling otherwise unwell?” Alastor asked. Rolling off your stomach to turn fully to Alastor now, surprised at the gentle conversation. You had anticipated an interrogation.

“I’m fine now. Just don’t feel like moving much so… bed.” Luci’s hands slipped over your waist as he cuddled into your backside. You couldn’t help the smile you made. Alastor kissed your forehead, and your smile grew. Much more tender of an interaction than usual. Normal events involved you passed between the two, them taking turns with your attention when not actively having sex.

You were the little buffer between them. It always felt like they were trying to enjoy you without needing to realize the other demon existed in the room at all.

Alastor made a show of taking his hand and sliding his fingers into Lucifer’s, resting on your waist.

Manually breathing, you tried to keep your face neutral to not scare away the moment.

Luci propped himself up and leaned over you. When Alastor leaned too, receiving a kiss from Luci on the lips you rolled onto your back. You’d never seen the Eiffel Tower from underneath but as you stared directly up as Lucifer kissed Alastor again, and again, you could imagine what it must be like to be under such a grand display. This was the first time you’d seen them intentionally touch each other… other than attempted murder.

Did Lucifer win rock paper scissors? Cum here

Did Alastor win rock paper scissors? Smash this

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🏹Alastor stalkers: @celestial-vomit , @amurtan ,@valkyrie-expeditions

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technically-a-kiwi · 5 months ago

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Part 1 | Part 2

Dear god, to think this journey began with this little goober I drew back in March...

I'm serious when I say all of this I've never planned, it was litteraly ment to just be a post with the title "Oh shit, Nebula Noise" and then bam, I'd go down my marry ways, but no, it's as if the story wrote itself in my head, it's the main reason why this AU has so little bound lol, it's as if C Noise had a mind of it's own from then on and decided to continue his story. I'm so glad all of this happened, so so grateful, I guess the journey choose me and not the other way around :)

Here's the evolution of the main two

It just got a lot cleaner as I learned as an artist, quite satisying to see hehe

now for the chef:

Holy shit how I absolutelly STRUGGLED with C Pep, design and colors, everything was a mess, I just have pages and pages of failed attemps. Funny how the character that wasn't ment to exist in the first place turned out to be my personal fav and the most important face of the AU lol. I'm so glad I went ahead and design him, you little ray of sunshine ❤ .

And finally, I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who went through with me in this journey, by making fanarts, writing stories, commenting or just liking my AU, it means a lot for me that so many people complimented on my designs, on the colors I choose, it always went strait to my little kiwi heart ❤ .

Btw, do you know how the multiverse came about ? "Oh, it's Cosmic Peppino who bakes it", yeah sure, but that's not all, C Pep bakes the universes to bring them to reality sure, but do you really think he invents all those universes ? Ha ! C Pep is a terrible writer ! He only gives universes a physical form, the one making the multiverse... is you :)

You who draws your favorite characters, you who writes amazing scenarios, you who daydreams of incredible adventures. All of you is an importent part of the multiverse, so never stop imagining, never stop drawing and never stop writing ;)

Either that or Cosmic Pep gets unemployed...

Anyway, many thanks to all of you and good bye 🥝✨✨✨

#pizza tower #peppino spaghetti #the noise #cosmic au #rambeling random bullshit

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go-spotlight-author · 5 days ago

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Spotlight Author for June 22, 2025

✨Dragonfire42 ✨

Dragonfire42 (she/they) is a magician, puppeteer, and grown-up theatre kid who's been in 200 plays over the last 20 years, and recently decided to play in the fanfic sandbox. Keep reading to learn more about their many contributions to the Good Omens community, as well as other creative gifts she has to offer to all of us.

Dragonfire42 has many hobbies outside of the Good Omens world:

“I live in Colorado (USA). I'm pretty active with local theatre, puppetry and magic, and also love hiking, kayaking and dancing.”

Good Omens was not exactly “new” to Dragonfire42 - but Season 2 changed everything (probably true for many fans!!):

“I read the book about twenty years ago, and then watched the first season, but didn't get REALLY feral with the fandom until the end of Season 2 when that left me with SO many questions! I made a Tiktok video about the experience.”

And their discovery about the depth of the GO fandom helped to guide Dragonfire42's desire to create their own outpouring of written works:

“I'd read fanfiction for years, but I'd rarely written any. Most of my writing experience is in writing plays and short skits for film. I felt a huge passion to write my first fanfic "The NeverEnding Archive" (A NeverEnding Story / Good Omens crossover) and when I was joining groups to share the story I wrote, I found out about all the fanfiction events and bangs and fun excuses to make friends and keep writing! Just last year I was in 7 bangs and 3 gift exchanges and every month I write GTA ficlets too and all of those events encouraged me to write 250,000 words just last year!”

That’s quite a LOT of writing!! Any personal favorites among those?

“"Fowl Play" - the sci-fi comedy crossover with Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy and Good Omens that I wrote when I turned 42 is my favorite! I put a LOT of thought into that story, with all the jokes and also trying to make it make sense in both universes. For non-GO work, I just wrote a solo play I've taken to Fringe festivals called "Safety First" I'm pretty proud of too!”

Dragonfire42 has given us so many stories for Good Omens, but she has also produced written works for OTHER fandoms - which has inspired lots of GO cross-overs:

“Back in high school I wrote a lot for V: The Series (someday I might put one or two of them on AO3!), and also for a video game called Tex Murphy "Under a Killing Moon" (I wrote a huge choose your own adventure fanfic on my old Geocities site! And the author Aaron Connors read it and complimented me!). What I love with all the crossover options now is I'm getting to write for a ton of fandoms but keeping it all Good Omens, with stories like Casablanca "Here's Looking at You, Angel", The Seventh Seal "The Angel's Gambit", H2G2 "Fowl Play", Discworld "Crowley and the Seven Nac Mac Feegles", and The Neverending Story "The NeverEnding Archive".”

And of course, a particular member of the Spotlight Author team is ESPECIALLY intrigued by Dragonfire42’s past fandom obsessions, savvy?:

“I think the last fandom I was this feral in was Pirates of the Caribbean. I joined a fan-based pirate crew, we did camping trips and pub shanty sings and pirate Christmas caroling and I hosted the Pirate vs Ninja Olympics at a local con three years in a row. I ran for Pirate King for our pirate fest (and I got a respectable 2nd). I also tried to find real buried treasure (Forrest Fenn's) which is what my solo play "Safety First" is about.”

With all of these many different stories that Dragonfire42 has shared, one of our readers wanted to know how she kept the characters feeling fresh and exciting to write across all the different AUs:

“That's a great question. I have a HUGE file in my phone of notes called "Plot Bunnies" that I write when I'm going about my day, or sometimes even when I'm writing a different story, just take a quick thought or idea to explore later. A lot of them I use during the monthly ficlets and some turn into longer stories. I was talking with a friend about how I used to dance tango months ago, and then wrote a few notes in case I could use it for a future story, and now I'm almost 4,000 words in to writing that! I love Good Omens in particular for that because there are infinite possibilities within canon (the whole history of Earth and earlier!) and infinite possibilities with human AU storylines too!”

Dragonfire42 does not just write about our ineffable duo. In fact, nearly every character in GO is given a moment in the spotlight:

“In my Casablanca crossover “Here's Looking at You, Angel” - I got to write about every possible GO pairing and then some. After the end of S2, Crowley is sad because of a love curse that pairs up everyone around him except him (think the end of S1 when all the couples there officially paired off EXCEPT our Aziracrow) - so in that story I got to go deep on ALL possible ships. I had 10 in that story total, including a secret pairing at the end. My favorites for writing in that one were Muriel/Eric 7 and Saraqael/Demon Josh.”

So outside of Aziraphale and Crowley, which character does Dragonfire42 enjoy writing about the most?

“Elspeth was fun to write in “Elspeth and the Beanstalk,” an AU where Aziraphale drinks the laudanum instead of Crowley that I wrote for the Fairytale bang. I really loved writing Newt in the H2G2 crossover "Fowl Play" - he plays the Arthur Dent style character to Crowley's Ford Prefect. I always get a kick out of writing Shadwell ("The Network of Highly Trained Human Operatives") But probably my absolute favorite was Furfur as Raphael the healer in “Out of Alignment.””

Speaking of “Out of Alignment”, one of our readers asked about what inspired this story and "...that kind of inner imbalance, a little bit physical, a little bit ethereal”:

“"Out of Alignment" was inspired by a few things - one was how much I really love reading all the healing and recovery stories in this fandom. I find it so fascinating how so many different authors build in reasons that angels or demons who can heal themselves could plausibly fall ill. I'm also a huge fan of stories that deal with True Forms. It goes back a bit to my love of magical realism, I love taking a huge abstract concept like spinning wheels with eyes and finding a way to ground it realistically. For that story I used the real physics concept of "gimbal lock" and applied it to True Forms on how it could cause problems, with Crowley needing a bearing replacement on his True Form wheel in order to function. It took months of research to figure out enough about the physics part of it before I was comfortable sharing the story, and I even used a physical 3D printed version of a True Form so I could try to understand gimbals and gimbal locks better myself. But the real core of the story is recovery - from Aziraphale as caretaker and Crowley learning to be vulnerable and accept help, and all the unexpected friends who help along the way. I've had experiences as a caretaker and have had times I've needed to be taken care of too, and that story included a lot of my personal reflections.”

Dragonfire42 gives us a sneak peek at some of their WIPs - be sure to stay tuned for these exciting works:

“I'm on the last chapter of "Dream within a Dream" and expect to finish that soon. I also have two stories in zines coming up, my tango AU story (untitled) that I'm writing, and also I have one currently in "Bright Star: A Good Omens Astronomy Zine" called "Invisible Force" - a story about Crowley brainstorming gravity when he was a starmaker. (That zine is available now for a limited time for a donation to the On Our Own Side Fund!). I'm also doing the "Strongly Worded Notes" event with the Do It With Style discord, and I'm excited to say I was paired with LyricalKris and Maon25 for some epistolary fun! I also have a silly kaiju story I'm writing about two giant statues in Denver (The Big Blue Bear/Blucifer) that I hope to post soon."

Here's a short snippet of the tango AU story 👀:

Breath, click, tap, slide…

She fell into his embrace like she was custom fit for it as they moved in rhythm, almost sharing a single heartbeat as their breaths fell in sync. She tapped the toe of her shoe just against his shiny wingtip, and slid her foot up the inside of his leg with a practiced enganche flourish.

It’s just a dance, she told herself. But something about the way he breathed a little more heavily into her ear made her breath speed up slightly too...”

As mentioned earlier, Dragonfire42 loves performing, including magic acts. Does she use these experiences as inspiration for stories?

“I do! I wrote "Jiggery Pokery" as a deep dive with my knowledge of magic, written from Professor Hoffman's (Aziraphale's mentor in magic) POV. I also wrote "Rainbow Connection" that's a human AU of Aziraphale and Crowley as puppeteers. Both of those I wrote for the Good Omens Theatre Bang and absolutely love the art that inspired those stories too! (I got SO excited about the art that I pulled over in a kayak in Florida to claim them for a story!!)”

One reader shared this question for Dragonfire42: “What inspired you to show us Prof Hoffman's view of Aziraphale's magic skills? It was an inspired choice and you did it so beautifully.”

“Oh thank you! We don't often see our Ineffables interacting directly with humans, and I thought it was so interesting that Aziraphale mentions mentoring with Prof Hoffman when he shows Crowley the autographed book and it made me giggle picturing how that would have likely gone, and I thought it would be funny to have Hoffman's POV trying to figure out this kind and well-meaning but clumsy magician as a student. It also let me deep dive on the two magic books mentioned in Aziraphale's collection and the real-life mystery with those. I think outsider POV stories are so fun and I really enjoyed writing this one!”

Magic and whimsy hold a special place for Dragonfire42’s favorite writing themes:

“I think I've learned through all these different stories that I really enjoy writing stories with a magical realism theme, particularly healing stories that go a little deep, but are grounded in fun history facts or science knowledge in our world. I also really love writing comedy, and try to carry that through all my work. “Hissy Fit” and “Green Light” were both inspired by @gleafer art, and are two of my favorite comedy pieces I’ve written.”

Outside of writing, Dragonfire42 has shared an abundance of other creations with this fandom (Tumblr and AO3 links included):

“I made a shadow puppet crankie inside a pumpkin at Halloween predicting Season 3 .

I also did a series of magic tricks cosplaying as Fell the Marvelous.

And I made a miniature book nook of A.Z. Fell's Bookshop with some custom made miniatures that have easter eggs from all my fanfic stories (including a mini zine)!

I also recently made my first fan art for a House MD crossover I'm enjoying reading.

And I made a concrete poem of a feather for my story "Dream within a Dream" featured in this chapter.

I love all the ways to be creative in this fandom!”

Dragonfire42 shares these encouraging words for all those inspired to create for this fandom:

“The thing I love most about our fandom is how encouraging we are of artists at all skill levels. It's such a great outlet for ALL forms of creativity! I would encourage anyone who wants to jump in to do it! That's the great thing on AO3, there's no gatekeepers, anyone can post! I also highly encourage finding communities to join, like all the fun Discord ones or through Tumblr or Facebook, it's a great way to make friends. And join events like fanfic/fanart bangs, it's a fun way to collaborate and make fun new art! This link's a little dated but you can see some of the groups to find out more.”

Final Thoughts?

“Thank you so much for hosting these and thank you everyone for the wonderful and thoughtful questions, this was a delight!”

A great big thanks to YOU, Dragonfire42!! It was truly OUR delight to learn more about your life and all the magic you bring into the Good Omens world.

Here's some links where you can continue to follow Dragonfire42:

For puppetry:

Instagram

TikTok

For fanfiction:

Archive of Our Own [AO3]

Bluesky

Tumblr

@dragonfire42

#good omens #good omens fandom #good omens fanfiction #writers on tumblr #ao3 writer #ao3 fanfic #fanfiction writer #fanfics #fanfiction #go-spotlight-author #good omens poetry

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the-golden-comet · 5 months ago

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✨🌺 Author Ask Tag 🌺✨

Thank you so much for tagging me for this, @aalinaaaaaa and here @sharkblizzardblogs ! I will also leave this +open for anyone else who wishes to answer (if they want) and may come across this on their feed 💛✨

I’ve espoused lots of juicy information from my two published works Peter Hart and Your Wish Is My Command, so now it’s time to focus a little more on my current WIP: In The Realm of Giants 🌺✨

1. What is the main lesson of your story? Why did you choose it?

Excellent question! There are a few lessons in ITROG that are highlighted throughout the book:

The lengths family will go to protect each other. A huge theme is family bonds, and how the love and support of the village reflects the Viking’s desire to protect their people.

Taking risks to develop characters and learn lessons. Some of those risks are learned the hard way…for instance, getting abducted by a giant because Tyr foolishly believed if he could get away with stealing once, he would smugly and spitefully do it again. However, if not for the risks and consequences of taking said risks, he would have never explored the area outside of his home and experience the adventure. Equally so, his father wouldn’t have been able to see his son shine on his own without feeling the need to always guard him.

Forgiveness. Not only for Stefan and Tyr or Tyr and Gustav, but also Stefan and Gustav. Learning to forgive mistakes of their ancestors, to see everyone’s different perspectives on the same conflicts, and to achieve mutual understandings.

All of these lessons are very comparable to everyone in one way or another, applied to a more high-fantasy scene to give a sense of excitement and relatability 💛✨

2. What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding?

Norse Mythology, especially centered around Jötunheimr and Yggdrasil. I also sprinkled in some Disney-esque family values and dynamics. ✨

3. What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness or help the reader grow as a person?

Tyrell’s objective changes throughout the novel. A consistent goal is for him to achieve independence in a way that still serves his viking clan—the people he loves. However, his goals take a sharp turn when he finds himself kidnapped by a giant, where his main objective becomes to survive and make it back home in one piece.

What I always want to achieve in my MCs is that there is no “flawless” character—everyone has their strengths and weaknesses, and seeing their vulnerabilities helps make them a more relatable protagonist. Sometimes, it’s the flaw that makes a character unique and stand out, memorable, endearing, or something that a reader roots for the protag to overcome. The more those strengths and weaknesses are explored and utilized in a plot or conflict, the more developed a character is, and overcoming their own weaknesses is something that anyone can relate and cheer for.

4. How many chapters is your story going to have?

At least 69, as is my brand. The word count is estimated anywhere between 120k-155k words.

5. Is it fan fiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?

Original Work! I posted a variety of fanfiction and Originals, and post the full stories to my Archive Of Our Own account always. I do optional/additional support by providing a digital copy on Amazon Kindle eBooks, but that is only if people want to support me further (I don’t have KoFi or Patreon, as my writing pace varies. It finishes when it finishes 💛)

6. When did you start writing?

I started writing fanfiction in 2009 back on old fanfiction.net. Original writing started in 2014 with the development of Peter Hart.

7. Do you have any words of encouragement for fellow writers of writeblr? What other writers do you follow?

It sounds cheesy, but it’s true: Follow your dreams. Write the book that YOU would want to read, and be your biggest writing fan. I go back to my own books all the time, and because I enjoyed writing them and took the time to develop them, it was just as enjoyable reading-reading them from a casual point of view, and not a technical one. Get your heart out there, because there’s only one of you—one unique brain with wonderful ideas waiting to be actualized. Learning by doing, and remembering what inspired and motivated us to write in the first place—don’t lose that sense of wonder 💫✨

I follow SO many writeblrs. I’m excited to see what the community all is doing, and everyone has their own unique flavor of writing that is creative, fascinating, and inspiring. To name just a few: @wyked-ao3 , @gioiaalbanoart , @jev-urisk , @tragedycoded , @clever-pennname , @illarian-rambling , @autism-purgatory , @deanwax , @mk-writes-stuff , @words-after-midnight , @justabigoldnerd , @pippinoftheshire , @avaseofpeonies , @alinacapellabooks , @kaylinalexanderbooks , @drchenquill , @theink-stainedfolk , @the-inkwell-variable , @indecentpause , @glasshouses-and-stones , @addicted2coke-theothercoke , @asassydork , @aalinaaaaaa , @zackprincebooks , @lychhiker-writes , @yourpenpaldee , @oliolioxenfreewrites , @nczaversnick , @mrbexwrites , @peach-the-gospel , @finickyfelix , @aurumni-writes , @paeliae-occasionally , @agirlandherquill , @fantasy-things-and-such , @castiels-favorite-dumbass , @honeybewrites , @thatuselesshuman , @thecoolerlucky , @authorcoledipalo , @48lexr , and @thecomfywriter . There are many, MANY more that you should go check out and follow! Lots of beautiful minds in creative spaces 💫✨

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katieaki · 7 months ago

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My ✨ post-apocalyptic Lesbian Cowgirl Mailman choose-your-own adventure✨ has just updated! Read it here for free on my Patreon and vote in the poll! Here is a guide to get you started, the summaries of each part of the story thus far, the complete collected text, and FAQ, all in one place. They have everything you need to know about Lou, her requited-but-complicated love, the religious assassin who just beat the tar out of her, the worst person she's ever met, and the ill-advised journey she is on! There is also a discord where Pony Express readers from all across god's green internet can gather, here!

✨Read the update for free on my patreon & vote on what happens next! ✨Excerpt below the cut.

“She did this to me,” she said. She looked at Holliday, who looked mad enough to hit Lou herself, then Shiho, who looked queasy. “This is her fault, all her fault, and she didn’t even check on me after I woke up. Not even a ‘how’re you feeling?’ Nothing. I was in so much pain for a month and then I could’ve died and nothing. Nary a word. Then you’re gonna try and walk up here, bold as brass, and act like nothing occurred?”

Partway through her explanation, Lou had subconsciously turned to direct the message to Artie, who finally raised her head to look back at her. The bleeding had slowed, but her face, neck, and chest were already completely soaked. She held her bloodied left hand up to Lou.

“Do you wanna break mine? I’ll let you. Fuck it, I’ll help you,” she said. She took a few steps closer to Lou and Holliday inserted herself in between them. Artie stepped back again, and a thought pierced through Lou’s anger with tenderness and a barb of jealousy: she didn’t want to get blood on Holliday’s dress. She could be so thoughtful to everyone else. Why not to Lou? Artie craned her head around Holliday to make eye contact with Lou again. “Want me to be in the same pain you are, cowgirl? Let’s go. Let’s do it. Right now.”

“Nobody’s going to break anybody’s anything,” Holliday said. “At my wedding?”

“It won’t be the same pain. I’ve already had to deal with this for a month in the wilderness. I’m gonna have to go home and deal with this forever,” Lou said. She tried to step around Holliday, but she put herself between them again. “I have to carry this pain and guilt for the rest of my damn life and you get to go home and be put out of your misery.”

“‘Get to?’” Artie repeated, shocked.

“Dying’s bad, but it’s better than being the one left behind,” Lou said. Tears pushed at the back of her eyes and she blinked hard to hold them back.

#Wasteland Pony Express #wasteland pony express update #katieakipresentsthewasteland #original fiction #original content #oc #Lou #Louetta Primrose #lesbian fiction #choose your own adventure #queer western #western romance #lgbtq fiction #choose your own path #cyoa #Artie #Reckoning Tehachapi

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dustdeepsea · 1 month ago

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K, M, N, X 💭

Thank you @luvwich! What tasty questions!! ✨ Answering questions from this list

K - What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc?

BG3's Astarion—the canonical version of Astarion, not fandom's daddy dom version of him. (Why do my favourite sad little meow meows always get turned into Sexy Smouldering Daddies? A topic for later, I suppose.) I romanced him on my first playthrough, and I saw a lot of my own past feelings around bodily autonomy, intimacy and trauma reflected in his arc. I've spent a long time working on myself so I'm in a much better place right now, but I resonated with a lot of beats in his story: The things we do for survival, the white-hot feelings of shame and rage that you repress until you can't any longer. The fantasy of destroying your abusers, and the heartbreaking realisation that even that does not bring you closure or bring back what you lost. The Healing Power of Love is laid on pretty thick in many of the BG3 companions' stories, but I think what Astarion needed was really a true, constant friend, and that's what Tav gets to be to him through their choices. I also completely understand why Astarion will behave the way he does if he Ascends, even though I didn't choose that storyline. [My happy ending for him: In the Gods and Monsters universe, he becomes an adventurer and lives his own best life. He styles himself as a dashing gentleman-thief, pulling off bloodless (heh) midnight heists, leaving white roses as his calling card.]

M - Name a character that you’d like to have for a friend.

Wyll Ravengard <3 I might have to remind him regularly that his dad's opinion is not the be all and end all, but he's principled, loyal, kind and funny, which are all important to me. Him, Lae'zel and Karlach are the people I could see coming to help you with a moving day on short notice.

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice).

Answering generically— 1. More companion x companion pairings and explorations (both romantic and gen!), especially in fandoms where you can make an OC hero. 2. License to be as horny as possible. BG3 set the bar for this sky high, and I fear I'm never going to find my new fandom that is as unhinged. Pair up everyone and anyone. Go wild with your tropes and kinks. Just tag your work and you're golden. 3. Let sensitive male characters remain poor little meow meows in fanworks. (See above.) It's fun to have them be full of self-doubt and also capable of giving magnificent head. They don't need to be growly and sexually aggressive and domineering all the time. Maybe it only comes out when the MC pushes them too far? Maybe they're in fact a service dom?? They can contain multitudes!!

X - A trope which you are almost certain to love in any fandom.

Going to steal luvwich's answer because "rivals to lovers" is impossible to beat. The friction! The growing understanding! The push and pull!!! The tipping point! Delicious. Sublime. Give me all of it!

#dustdeepsea #ask game #thank you this was so fun <3 #no character tags because I don't want to be assassinated in the night

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basiatlu · 2 years ago

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So today I turned another year older! Thank you to everyone that offered their well wishes and love I am so soft over it.

✨💖As a thank you for all of that as well as the support over the last 2 months since I started this crazy Harry Potter fandom adventure, I will gift 1 lucky person a custom made sticker sheet that will include a design for each Drawtober prompt! (So that’s 31 stickers!!!) very well may be 2 or 3 sheets honestly. High quality vinyl, weather resistant, full color, and great for water bottles.💖✨

A winner will be drawn tomorrow: Saturday October 14th, 7:07 PM PST.

Rules:

You must reblog this post with a tag describing your favorite drawing of mine (yes I’m being so self indulgent right now)

On an honor system, please only reblog this with one account you own. So one ‘ticket’ per person for the raffle

Likes do not count, neither do reblogs without the proper tag

If the random winner does not respond within 48 hrs of me choosing them, I will reshuffle for a new winner and message/tag them.

Reblogs after the cutoff time and date will not apply towards the raffle

Love you guys 💖 Please take this fun game as a way of showing you how grateful I am for making this one of the best birthdays I’ve had in a while.

***will ship anywhere with an actual address or P.O. Box

#art raffle #free art #stickers #I get no profit from this btw tumblr don’t flag this #I am paying for shipping and production out of pocket #boshhptober2023 #boshhptober #harry potter #drarry #art #drawing #birthday

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cuephrase · 1 year ago

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Are there any individual issues/short sections of the Tom Taylor Nightwing run you'd say are still worth checking out as little standalone/self contained things? I've read and enjoyed the 2021 annual (blood brothers) after seeing enough about it on tumblr but don't know much about the rest, and you've mention individual issues in other rec posts so it got me curious (and it's completely fine if you don't think you can recommend any).

asking me to be nice about TT?! *sighs* turns out i can be, actually, but um. only a little.

i'll preface all of this by saying, if you're interested in reading his run, you should. other people disliking a run is like...idk if this is going to make sense, but it's kind of like knowing the weather. you'll be like "hey, there's rain" and then you can either a) choose not to go outside, b) grab a coat and umbrella, or c) pull on a swimsuit and go dance. no wrong choices! maybe you get outside and it's more of alight drizzle, or maybe it's basically a tropical storm and you book it back inside and start batting down the hatches.

i could present you with people who's overall taste in comics i agree with who hate and love this run- actually, i was super hyped to read this run bc most of the people i'd talked to were like "OMG ITS SOOOO GOOD!!" and i was like "OKAY!!!" and then i was like 😗👉👈 maybe idk what good comics are?? (baby comic-reading cue felt wayyyy to new to the genre to trust their own opinions lmao. we're mostly past that now.)

but okay!! to answer your question: so post issue #91 is where my overall enjoyment of the run went like *imitates plane falling and crashing noises*. which. upon skimming from 78 to 91, i don't think i can say i was loving it that whole time, more like my tolerance threshold maxed out around there. bc uh. skimming i was like...yikes. i've also read way more Nightwing comics since, so like that could be factor.

ANYWAYS. me being nice:

#80 has some decent dick and tim!

#89 opens with a nice batman/superman/nightwing story, honestly can't remember if i liked the two-issue mini, but i'm going to guess i didn't bc even though i just looked i recall ✨nothing✨

#90-91 is a fun dick and wally adventure, if i remember correctly???? wally stans don't shoot me, i haven't read a whole lot of him idk if he's written well here i'm sorry

#111-112 is decent. it's not like. groundbreaking. but yk. maybe i just liked it more than the stupid pirate arc and maybe my standards are low and Good Dad Bruce is a weak spot, IDK

ummmm past that?

i like this page from #79

this panel is from #83 if you want to like see it with your own eyes on page.

the Hug is in issue #100, which is a bigger to celebrate 100 issues, and it happens later, i think it's the third story? some people love that scene, others can't stand it, i am a whore for soft batfam moments so it's very precious to me, and also nice moments make bad ones hurt more what?

if you like dickbabs you might enjoy more issues too, i was neutral about dickbabs and this run made me...not neutral. but i've heard from people that do like dickbabs that they don't like how they're written here so also, maybe you won't like it even if you like dickbabs??

but yeah!! these are my not-hated TT nightwing issues. i think there are a decent amount where i liked a line or panel here or there, but like overall most of it is just...not my fave. but you could like it!! which, i feel like it's worth saying that it's totally valid if you end up engaging with the run more and liking it. you wouldn't be the only person in the world to like it. but it's also ending in 4 issues thank god, so um don't get too attached if you end up digging it lmao

the red hood annual is also the annual i've liked for this run, i actually love that issue sm lol. the second annual is all about the Lamest Most Scariest Villain Ever, boring, and then the most recent was all about bea, dick's love interest in his ric era, which i was excited for...and hated. that one isn't even on TT, tho. travis moore your gorgeous dick is not enough to redeem you on that one. WAIT I DIDN'T MEAN IT LIKE THAT-

thanks for the ask anon!! always good to practice loving your enemies i mean, i hope this helps, have fun <3

#dick grayson #dc comics #nightwing #cue answers #re: *points* COMICS #re: allergy warning contains opinions

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eleni-cherie · 2 years ago

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a thief's end ✨ || bts • myg - chapter 1.6

"so eager to be in a headlock again?"

"only if it's by you."

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masterlist: here

— genre: thief au, gangster comedy, adventure, romcom, humour, angst, fluff, sexual tensiON, slowburn, mutual pining, strangers to lovers s2l

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. CHARACTERS NOT NECESSARILY LIKE THE REAL PERSONS. ALSO VERY UNREALISTIC PLOT LOL - JUST PRETEND READING A MANGA/COMIC OR WATCHING A FILM, REALLY.

SUGGESTIVE THEMES. MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE & BLOOD (BUT NOTHING TOO GRAPHIC, IT'S STILL A COMEDY!)

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a/n: THIS IS FOR ALL US EMOTIONAL BTCHES AFTER THE ANNOUNCEMENT. 21 MONTHS OF PUBLIC SERVICE, WE CAN DO IT!!

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Daegu, South Korea

After over three hours of being on the road, with only a small break at a town to eat something, the motorbike came to a halt. An ivy covered stone wall in a sparsely inhabited area gracing the view.

Yoongi turned off the engine and got off, Soyeon lowering her helmet and following suit. It felt nice sensing the stable ground underneath her feet again. "Where are we?"

"Need to pay someone a visit first," he simply stated and made his way towards the iron gate which was standing widely open. And only when they entered inside, she realised where he had brought them to.

A cementary.

Her lips parted, but noticing the affliction on his face she pressed them back together. Choosing to let him explain when he felt like it. She already had an idea who they were visiting anyway.

They walked through the silent paths with lined up grey stones. Some gravestones looking newish, some battered from the years and weather. Lonely flowers covering some of them. A breeze passed by and the leaves surrounding them rustled in the air.

She was so immersed in the gloomy yet serene atmosphere that she hadn't noticed Yoongi stopping in front of a grave. Lightly bumping into his arm, she quickly stepped back. Seeing him with tranquil eyes looking at the gravestones in front of him and she straightened herself beside him.

They stood there in complete silence. Her not knowing what to say and him being too absorbed in his own thoughts to think of explaining.

Soyeon wasn't sure how many minutes passed, it could've been two, it could've been twenty. It almost felt like back then, when he'd tried to teach her how to meditate. Only now it didn't feel boring, rather solemn and like a deferential moment.

Eventually, Yoongi stepped forward and walked to the side of the grave. Placing a hand on the cold stone and closing his eyes. It almost looked as if he was paying. He let go then and began walking back, brushing past her. "Alright, let's go."

Blinking perplexed, she quickly followed occasionally peeking at him with worried eyes, she shoved her hands into her pockets. Unsure of how to bring her thoughts up.

They reached the gate and Yoongi was about to put his helmet back on, when her voice made him pause.

"This was your uncle's grave, right?" She already had a feeling it'd be him, but then she'd read the dates and was certain.

Averting his eyes from her, he breathed out and nodded with a heavy heart. He knew it'd have been easier to tell her beforehand but he simply couldn't bring himself to talk or even mentioning him.

Soyeon understood, giving him an empathetic smile. She could tell he was silently struggling. "It's alright, you don't have to talk about it."

"Thank you," he whispered, meaning it. Feeling a lump forming in his throat when all the wrought-up feelings and memories crawled back.

He was quiet now that they were back on the bike and he started the engine. Reaching behind him and grabbing her hands to put them around him once again. Her fingers intuitively got the sign and held onto his jacket, only to feel him shiver against her for some reason.

Perhaps it was the lightly damp clothes and chill atmosphere, the smell of rain along with dark clouds following them anew. Perhaps it was because of how emotionally drenched he felt all of a sudden. Perhaps it was just the mere sense of her touch and the realisation he had her beside him in that moment.

"Sorry." She pulled away, only for him to grab them again and this time holding them in place.

"Keep them here," he quietly demanded, his hands still over hers. And she hummed, letting him know she wouldn't move.

And they drove off.

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They reached their final destination eventually, Soyeon realising they were in front of a path that was leading up a dense foliated hill now. Two stone lions guarding the entrance. She quickly got up, partially because she still hadn't got used to riding a motorbike and her initial fear of it hadn't simply disappeared. It'd only subdued by holding onto Yoongi.

She neared one of the statues with curious eyes then. It looked like the entrance to a secret place or a temple and she wondered what he wanted there.

He kicked up the kickstand, securing the bike before walking past her into the path.

"Come," he called out as he climbed up the small steps that appeared every few metres on the ground. Leading higher up the hill and deeper into the forest.

"I assume you won't tell me where we're going," he heard Soyeon mumble behind him, causing him to lightly chuckle under his breath.

"My family's home, if you don't mind." And he could feel her baffled stare digging holes into his back when saying that.

He had left over a decade ago and last time his parents had seen him was a few years ago when he'd learned about his father's condition. Now, after years again and with him not knowing if he'd ever get the chance again, he decided to return home. If he could even call it 'home' anymore. And like every time he stepped closer to the residence, he felt uneasy.

Truth was, he hadn't planned to ever take anyone there. However, since he had taken her to this trip to make up to her, it wouldn't make sense to exclude her now and leave her somewhere alone for hours.

Maybe having her with him wasn't too bad after all. She was distracting him a bit from the chaos inside him. And frankly, it somehow felt nice sharing his background with someone. No one but Taehyung and Jimin - and perhaps the interpol agents after them, if they'd done their research correctly - knew about his roots.

"So.." Soyeon spoke up then, breath heavy as she was struggling with the incline. The humidity of the rainy weather making the leaves on the ground slippery which only added to her struggles. "We're visiting your parents?"

He hummed in response, fearing she might feel uncomfortable. She didn't though, she simply had many questions. More than before. Her curious side shining through, which Yoongi found amusing. "How many years has it been?"

Contemplating for a moment, he looked up at the rustling trees covering the grey sky. The dark green blanket looking narrowingly threatening. As if the forest told him he wasn't welcomed there. He frowned, shaking his head. "Too many," he sighed and she folded her lips.

"Why?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

"Your 'it's too dangerous' excuse again?"

He scoffed. "It's not an excuse, it's a fact."

She exhaled deeply, shaking her head when they finally reached the top. "You need to stop pushing people away like this.." she muttered. Brushing past him with fast steps. And he stifled a laugh when seeing her expression turning into awe, taking in the huge house in royal architecture style.

She glanced at him then with furrowed brows, confusion written all over her features. "Is your family rich or something?"

With an eye-roll, he rang the doorbell. Shaking his head. "My ancestors built it as a peaceful place for swordmen to train. It got passed down from generation to generation. Now it's just my parents and domestics living here."

Soyeon was about to ask more, but the clicking of the door caught their attention. A woman with short dark hair with streaks of Grey in between, opening and Soyeon immediately recognised her eyes. It was the same small sharp ones she had come to adore so much.

The woman gasped when seeing him standing there and she instantly engulfed him with her arms. Squeazing him tightly. "Where have you been? I was so worried something happened to you," her voice cracked and she had to surpress the judging tone in her voice.

Yoongi awkwardly hugged her back, a guilty expression on his face. "Sorry for disappearing.. again.."

The woman shook her head and stepped back, lightly hitting his chest. "I don't understand you, making us worrying sick.." She sounded hurt, which made him feel only worse. She grabbed his face then, inspecting it as her thumbs brushed over his cheek. "Look at you, you lost so much weight. Haven't you been eating?"

"Mum.." he groaned, grabbing her wrists and lowering them, "I'm fine and I eat enough. Please stop worrying."

The woman frowned when her eyes landed on the short girl who was unintentionally hiding behind him. Her eyes growing wide. She looked back at Yoongi before taking a better look on Soyeon. "Who's this? Your girlfriend?"

The short girl's eyes widened, realising she was talking about her. "H-hello, I'm Soyeon but we aren-"

"Oh, Soyeon! Such a lovely name!" his mother smiled, interrupting her. She grabbed her son's arm and pulled him inside then, gesturing for her to follow, "Come, come, you two. It's rather cold outside. Come inside."

Soyeon blinked and walked in as well, arching a brow at Yoongi, silently asking him why he wasn't correcting his mother. He simply shrugged, however, seemingly unphased as he took off his shoes and walked into his childhood house.

"Oh, do you two want to eat something?"

"No, mum, it's alright."

"No, no, you need to eat, you lost too much weight," she argued, making him internally groan.

"It's alright, we won't stay for too long."

She sighed, taking a seat. "So how have you been? Why didn't you contact us in so long, did something happen?"

"It's been complicated," he sighed, giving her an apologetic look, "You know I've been travelling a lot."

Soyeon had already assumed his family didn't know about his actual occupation, but she wondered what lies he'd told them over the years to keep them from worrying.

"This is not an excuse," his mother huffed, shaking her head, "I thought I raised you better than to think not even calling us and let us know you're well would be okay."

"That's kinda what I told him, too," Soyeon mumbled under her breath but his mother still heard her.

"You should listen to your girlfriend."

"I'm n-"

"You're right and I'm sorry," he said, holding his mother's hand, "I promise it won't happen again."

Both, his mother's and Soyeon's brows rose at this. His mother beaming with joy at his words. Honestly, he wasn't certain to what degree he could keep his promise but he wanted to believe that he'd be able to. And besides, it calmed her.

With a cough, he looked around then. Acting non-chalantly about his following question. "And.. where's dad?"

Truth was, he didn't know what reaction to expect from his father when randomly showing up there after years. His father was a rather complicated person. Similar to his mother when it came to worrying about basic things like whether he was eating enough or not, but totally different when it came to showing affection. Or anger.

"Oh right, I should get him! He'd be upset if missing your visit." She was about to get up when Yoongi placed his hand on her shoulder, preventing her from doing so and instead stood up himself. "It's alright, I'll do it."

And with that he left the room, leaving Soyeon with his mother alone. It was alright when Yoongi was there and did the talking but now she'd have to do it and it made her anxious. Avoiding eye-contact at all costs.

"So, tell me.." his mother began then, causing her eyes to grow. Fearing of what kind of questions she'd be asked.

Maybe his mother didn't like her. Maybe she knew she wasn't actually his girlfriend. Maybe his mother wanted to ask details about his job or whatever lie he had told her otherwise, and she wouldn't know how to answer.

"Y-yes?"

A sigh left the lips of the older woman, her gaze falling. "Is he actually doing alright? He says so, but I don't believe him. He's probably just saying this so I'm not even more concerned."

Soyeon's relaxed, her smile softening when realising she only wanted to know about her son's well-being. Uncertain of how exactly to answer though. "It's not like he's telling me everything either, probably for the same reason," she truthfully said then, "But he's doing alright. He's just a bit stressed lately, but I'm sure this will settle soon."

She saw the woman exhale in relief, nodding. "Why's he stressed, is it the job?"

The panic shortly returned, but Soyeon managed to keep her cool. "Y-yeah, in a way you could say that," she awkwardly giggled, "It's partially my fault, too, though. He tried helping me with some.. family matters."

"I hope nothing serious."

Would being chased by some rich italian family because of a stolen necklace be considered serious? Probably, but she wouldn't tell her that.

"N-no, no. He's just concerned for me." Her smile faded as her eyes fell to her lap. "He's always concerned for me, even though I tell him not to."

She didn't see his mother's soft smile when hearing her words, only when she spoke up again she was met with her joyfulness. "Do you know each other for a long time?"

"Not really, no. It hasn't been too long."

The two grew quiet and Soyeon's leg nervously bounced up and down, unintentionally looking at the direction he'd left earlier. Secretly hoping he'd return soon although it wasn't likely if he went to talk to his father. The two probably having a lot to discuss. So she took a long breath and decided to make the best out of it, remembering her initial plan of learning more about him.

"Yoongi had mentioned coming from a family of swordsmen, but he never mentioned having such a beautiful home," she smiled then, looking around. Her eyes resting on the big window behind her that was looking out into the guarden in the patio.

His mother seemed stunned by this. "I'm surprised he even mentioned it. He never seemed too happy about it. I remember him always being displeased when his father made him train."

"He's still training though, every morning! He's even tought me a bit," Soyeon said, feeling a little proud of herself.

His mother's eyes lit up and she was glad having told her this, not understanding why he wouldn't. It made her obviously happy.

"That's nice to hear, at least one of our children continued it. His older brother didn't, you know. Much to his wife's delight as I believe."

Soyeon blinked, taken aback about the new piece of information. So Yoongi had an older brother who was married. She wondered if he had stayed in contact with him or disappeared on him as well.

"And is he still living in that apartment in Seoul?"

Soyeon's brown eyes widened, her fear of such a question coming up eventually coming true.

What was she supposed to tell her? That he actually not only didn't live in Seoul but not even in this country? Was she allowed to tell her that? "Uhm, you know he.. he.."

"I live in Taiwan now."

His voice took both by surprise, seeing he had returned and taking his previous seat. Ignoring his mother's questioning look.

"Taiwan? That's so far away! Why do you live there?"

"Job," he mumbled, "And it's not that far away. The plane ride's just 2.5 hours."

The older woman huffed, looking utterly dissatisfied. Folding her arms in front of her chest. "No surprise we don't see you around!" Her exaggarrated to Yoongi reaction making him chuckle.

"And where's your father?"

"We argued."

She sighed, shaking her head. Not looking surprised at all. "I'll talk to him." And before he could counter anything, she had already disappeared into the corridor.

"Why did you argue?" Soyeon carefully asked, afraid of overstapping. However, Yoongi didn't seem to mind the question, it was just draining him.

He shrugged, leaning back. "Wasn't so pleased to see me again after disappearing with no word.. Can't blame him, though. I probably wouldn't be either."

"Yeah, you really can't hold it against him.."

He peeked at her with a sad glance, before averting his eyes from her again. He knew what he was doing wasn't fair to anyone, but it'd been the safest option in the past. Now he was beginning questioning it.

"You wanna see my old room?" he asked then in an attempt of changing topics and his plan seemed to work as her face beamed. She nodded vigorously, making him smile. She always made him smile so easily.

So he led her to the back of the house where the bedrooms were located, passing by old paintings and furniture. "It's nothing special," he said then as he opened a door and they entered a sparsely filled room, "But it is what it is."

Letting her gaze wander around, she caught an old basketball laying in a corner. Wondering if he'd used to actively play or just owned one like every child owned at least one ball, whether they used it or not. So she pointed at it. "You played?"

It seemed like her first assumption was right as she watched him nod with a nostalgic look. "Was pretty good actually."

"Is that so?" she smiled to herself, looking at the orange ball, "Wished I could've seen that.. you might be telling a fib after all."

He huffed at her teasing tone. Puffing out his chest with folded arms. "I was pretty epic, believe me." His unusual boasting made her laugh out and he couldn't help but chuckle along with her.

Soyeon stepped further inside, a staple of cds in a shelf earning her attention then. Curiously she picked up some. They were all rap and hiphop, which she found interesting. Humming to herself as she herself liked some of those artists.

"Oh, I know them," she said then, holding up one of the cds, "See them around the label sometimes."

"You.. you what ?" His jaw dropped, which made her giggle amused, not having expected such a reaction to her random comment. "What do you mean you 'see them around'?"

"We work in the same label," she shrugged non-chalantly like it wasn't a big deal, "I haven't worked with them, but I've seen them around." Yoongi's astonished expression made her fold her lips, preventing herself from bursting out giggling more.

"You don't understand, they were my childhood idols. When I told you I'd have become a producer if it wasn't for my family, it's because of them! And you just casually meet them at work?" He was whining. Min Yoongi, the cool katana-using thief chased by interpol, was actually whining to her.

She was dumbfounded to say the least.

So he was a fanboy, she concluded, never having guessed this. It was quite a different image of what she knew about him. It was an interesting but also adorable twist. And she felt like she knew a little bit more of him now, of the mystery that still was Min Yoongi.

She stepped forward then, poking his cheek. "See, there're perks of knowing me! And they're really nice. If you.." She cut herself off, her grin fading when realising that her next words would never come true. "..if you ever visit me at work, I could introduce them to you."

Yoongi's smile fell as well. "Yeah, that would be nice.." His voice not above a whisper. And they grew quiet, an awkward silence building up between them when he cleared his throat. "We should probably go ba-"

"What will happen afterwards?"

Her sudden question taking him aback. "What do you mean?"

In search for the right words, her brows furrowed. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear nervously. "After this visit. What will happen afterwards?"

"We'll return to Seoul."

"And after that?"

He frowned, pretending not understanding what she meant.

"I'll go to Japan on monday a-"

"No, I mean.. you know what I mean."

He stood still, his features turning into a stoic glance. "Nothing. That's it."

Again. Again he wanted to drop her like that. Like she didn't mean anything to him. She scoffed in disbelief.

She knew he most likely would try keeping his promise to his mother or at least she hoped he would, but he wasn't willing to promise her the same. Not even just to comfort her. And she was sick of him breaking her heart and pushing his feelings away like it was nothing.

Yoongi knew what he was doing was hurting her all over again, despite him taking her to this trip to reconcile, ironically. However, he didn't see any other option for the time being at least. Even if it was breaking his own heart, he couldn't risk it. And so it was simpler to pretend than explaining himself all over again. Because he wasn't sure if he could even convince himself, let alone her, even if he tried to.

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It was late afternoon when they walked the slippery path back down to the street, leaving his parents' home.

They remained silent as Soyeon trailed behind him. The distance between them not only physically bigger as she stayed further in the back, afraid of slipping on the foliage, but also emotionally.

At least this trip hadn't been entirely pointless. He did reconcile with his father after all, with a little help of his mother. And besides, they got to have a tasty meal after his mother kept insisting on feeding them. Which was nice considering Soyeon hadn't had a home-cooked meal in awhile.

She couldn't forget, however, how all this time she'd had to bite her tongue whenever his parents referred to her as his girlfriend, an anew piercing ache shooting through her chest. Having enough of this ridiculous charade, she abrubtly stopped in her tracks.

"Why did you start calling me 'angel'?"

She didn't mind it, she just didn't see the purpose of a pet name as affectionate as that if it didn't actually match his feelings or intentions. If he was just gonna dip and disappear from her life again after this.

Yoongi paused and glanced over his shoulder, seeing her standing still and not looking like continuing. Her long hair swaying in the strong breeze as he faced her. The ghost of a smile on his lips. Feeling shy and flustered all of a sudden. "Because you saved me, twice. I thought it'd fit, but I can stop if you don't like it."

Her eyes widened for a brief moment, sensing the hint of a blush on her cheeks. "That's not it. I do like it, a lot. Just.. ugh." Squeezing her eyes shut, she threw her head back and let out a long frustrated groan. Tempted to kick a stone away. "I'm mad, I'm so damn mad at you right now."

His brows knitted together in genuine confusion. "Huh, why?"

"Are you serious right now?" Perhaps 'fck off' might be too kind. "'Cause of whatever is going on between us right now," she exclaimed, shaking her head then. Her voice lowering. "Perhaps you mistook me being so open about my feelings to mean I'd be easy to get, always running after you like a puppy. So I want to make clear that I am not easy to get and I don't run after anyone."

The crease between his brows deepened as he stepped forward. "I'd never think of you of being easy to get or a puppy. Why would you think that?"

"Because.. because you keep giving me these mixed signs." He remained quiet, allowing her to rant out her build-up emotions. "And I don't like this kind of games. Just say straight to my face that you don't feel the same, that you never will and let me move on."

When he saw that she'd finished and had nothing else to add, beside fierce eyes frowning right back at him, he decided to finally speak up. "I'm not a fan of beating around the bush either.." He stepped closer then. "Although I thought I made it clear that I do have feelings for you."

"Well, sometimes it's not clear." She stood firm, still too mad to enjoy his little confession. "One moment I feel so close to you and you call me 'angel' and let your parents believe I'd be your girlfriend and next.. next moment it feels like you don't want me near you and just use the 'danger' excuse to push me away."

He breathed out, not having expected he'd be making her feel this way. It was never his intention leading her on. He wished she'd just break his nose and tell him to go away instead of asking questions and forcing a smile while a angry tear rolled down her cheek. And he wiped it away with his thumb. Looking at her with pain in his eyes while cupping her cheek, tilting her face up so she'd look at him.

"Soyeon, I like you. That's why I try protecting you. I regret not being able to do so back then in Taiwan, and I still feel terribly guilty about it. I don't want that to repeat. Don't you get it?" He felt his pulse picking up while speaking out his feelings for the first time. "I fear I'm even falling for you at this point and I fear even more the consequences of that. You already got in danger once because of your grandfather, because of one of us. You shouldn't risk getting in danger again because of another lousy thief like me. I'm not worth the risk."

She swallowed as he lowered his hand and she grabbed it. Her soft feline eyes somewhow calming his racing mind.

"Yoongi, don't you realise how contradictory you sound?" she softly laughed out, squeezing his hand in hers. Moved by how deeply he cared for her well-being to the point he was willing to neglect his own feelings. "Don't you realise the only times I've been in danger were when you were not around? I feel and am save when I'm with you. And your sword."

He laughed under his breath, causing her smile to widen in an almost teasing way. His eyes wandering to the tree branches above them. Observing them swaying in the wind which was picking up. An approaching thunder roaring in the distance. "I've never had a normal life or any normal relationships for the past ten years.." He looked down, holding her gaze that was still resting on him and he couldn't help but falling even deeper into those dark brown eyes listening patiently as he was pouring his heart out. He swallowed. "This.. this is the closest I've ever had to normality. And I'm scared of both, losing and having it.. of losing and having you."

Her lips curved into a smile as she wiped away a raindrop that had fallen onto his warm cheek. And another one. It started raining again. And Yoongi huffed, wiping the droplets away that had fallen onto her own face with his sleeve when she grabbed his cheeks, pulling him down to her level with a grin as she felt a sugar-rush-like feeling flowing through her every fiber.

"You know, normality is terribly overrated."

And she kissed him. Holding onto him in the pouring rain.

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Pink Scarf Reimagined (pt 2)-The Aftermath 💗💒❤️‍🔥

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March 7th, 1960

Your heart flutters and your stomach clenches before you even open your eyes. There is a safety in the quiet softness of your bedsheets before anyone knows you are awake—a limbo where no one can disrupt the life you’ve created for yourself in your dreams.

But your body knows today isn’t just any other day.

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It is hard to pull in a breath with the way your lungs constrict and your throat closes, and for a moment you feel suffocated under the duvet. For a moment, you pretend the bed swallows you whole.

But it doesn’t and your burning lungs finally gasp for breath. Despite the smiling mask you put on for the world every morning, every day without him has made you feel confused and alone. You hate yourself a little for it, as though it’s solely your own fault and no one else’s.

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“Good morning, my little munchkin,” you singsong, opening the door. The gray morning light peeks through the curtains enough so you can see the big, familiar grin spread across your little boy’s face as he bounces excitedly in his crib at your presence.

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kisskissbanggang · 2 years ago

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Jumpspace Renegade - ep. 17 ✨🚀

[5.4k words, 20min. read - Stray Kids Multi Fic, Scifi!au, Choose Your Own Adventure - Jisung x Fem. Reader - NSFW/Smut - Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Hooking Up, Navigating Feelings, Platonic(?) Intimacy, Ominous Plot Hints, Reader has a Another Terrible Idea, We Have to Figure Out What to Do on Sentury Station, Dressing Up, Crumbs of Backstory, Who the Hell Knows What Minho is Thinking, Chan is Not Completely a Dick?, Always Check the Tags]

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You were frustrated, hungry, and disappointed.

And confused.

Because the disappointment didn’t feel just like disappointment. Maybe you felt a little heartbroken, finding out that you were likely never going to see Seungmin again after his negotiations at Sentury.

But for now, you were hungry.

You surveyed the kitchen, hoping to see if Jeongin had left a plate out for you. Finding none, you checked the warmer. There was a plate inside, but it’d been picked clean, leaving a sad corpse of dinnerware covered in crumbs. Dejected, you grabbed an energy bar and nibbled on it while you walked back to your cabin.

In the cool air of the workshop, Felix was reclined in the hammock set up by the workbench, hanging all the way down from the catwalk. Changbin was preoccupied tuning up the four-wheeler. Someone, at some point, had written “PLACE FELIX HERE” in the middle of a circle on the cargo basket, the permanent marker ink shiny in the overhead lamps.

Just when you thought you’d slink by, letting the duo go about their business in peace, Felix’s smooth voice made you pause.

“You excited to go to the Station?”

When you turned back around, Changbin was chuckling and shaking his head. “You know it’s only folks who’ve never been that are excited to go,” he teased Felix.

The ranger’s giggle was deep, comforting despite being foreboding. He lazily kicked his feet where they hung over the side of the hammock. “Doesn’t mean she can’t be excited to dock tonight. She’s never been, after all.”

You hopped up to sit on the workbench. From here, you could see Felix looked a little bashful, maybe surprised that he and Changbin were back to bantering. But your confusion multiplied.

“Wait,” you shook your head, “tonight? I thought we were docking tomorrow!”

Felix and Changbin looked at each other, and then at you. The blonde pointed to another digital screen, like the one in the galley, this one on the wall by the door back out to the common area. Sure enough, the time and date had changed to Galactic Standard. The ship must’ve passed a Federation satellite at some point.

You were internally screaming, but you tried to remain calm on the outside. “Well,” you heavily sighed. “I’m not even sure what to expect at Sentury. All I know is the Station is huge and there’s some casinos.”

“Some casinos?!” Changbin roared out a laugh, popping his head out from where it was focused on the four-wheeler’s engine. “There’s dozens of casinos at Sentury, maybe even a hundred. You’ll find some of the best gambling of your life there.”

“It was our home base for a few months,” Felix clarified. “Some great nightlife there, if you’re into that. They don’t even follow a day-night cycle, so you’ll run into folks out having a good time or the worst night of their life at all hours.”

You somewhat recalled this, that Felix and Changbin were a team before joining Chan. Something about Changbin rigging slot machines and Felix shaking down tourists and high rollers.

“Well I’m excited to go,” Changbin snickered to himself. “Always something going on. We just have to finish prepping first.”

The urge to share everything that had gone down was nagging at you. Felix and Changbin were clearly experts on Sentury, but you were more than a little wary of how eager Changbin was to cause some ruckus, apparently.

“Do you need any help?” you cautiously asked. “Preparing, that is.”

A soft sigh could be heard from the hammock. “I still have to do inventory and secure the lockers,” Felix explained. “Anything bigger than a blaster needs to be deactivated or emptied before we disembark. I don’t think we need any help–”

“Or,” Changbin stiffly cut in, “maybe you could ask Nova to do the thing.”

“The thing?” you repeated.

Felix’s blonde head peeked out from the hammock. “Chan just asked if I could grab a trunk we nabbed from Floree Outpost out of the cargo hold. You don’t want to–”

“Sure!” you instantly nodded before you hopped off the workbench. “It’s no problem at all.” You could sense Changbin’s concern over Felix, and what could it hurt? There wasn’t anything to do before docking tonight.

You strode over to the mini-lift down to the cargo hold in the workshop, hearing your racing heart booming in your chest while you descended.

Tonight.

All this groundwork you wanted to do had to be done as soon as possible.

You punched the button for the lights when the lift hit the ground. The cargo hold was still an indecipherable mess in your eyes. If there was any method to the madness, you’d yet to find it. You entered the winding labyrinth of crates and boxes, trying to figure out what the hell you were looking for when you came across your old boots.

They smelled like your old apartment, something you never even considered to have a smell before.

What had it been, a week? A very long, exciting, terrifying week?

It felt like you’d been away from T’kaarm for decades.

“Looking for something?” came a voice, making you look up from the maze of cargo.

Hyunjin was leaning out of his cabin from under the stairs. You waved in greeting although you weren’t quite sure why, but Hyunjin waved back.

“A trunk? Apparently?” you asked. “From Floree Outpost?”

The appraiser nodded dutifully and made a bee-line down a path of crates. You could somewhat see him moving things out of the way, shuffling items around before he came up with a giant foot locker. The thing was gaudy, shiny magenta with gold curlicues decorating it and brass hardware. A large combo lock was on the side handle.

“Exciting,” Hyunjin laughed. “If Chan wants this, something interesting must be going on. Been hearing funny stuff about Sentury lately.”

There was that nagging feeling again, but just like with Changbin, Hyunjin came with his own risks. The appraiser was way too gossipy for your preference to ask for his help, even if he knew just about everything.

“You excited to go for the first time?” Hyunjin asked, leaning on a pile of crates.

“Er, I think so,” you waffled. “I hear there’s great night life.”

Hyunjin let out a guffaw, his laugh bright and airy. “Who told you that? Felix?”

You sheepishly nodded before Hyunjin walked back in the direction of his cabin, waving you over after him. “I love those two, him and Changbin.” Hyunjin picked up his tablet and typed something in before presenting it to you. On the screen were two mugshots: Felix, having the time of his life with a big grin on his face, and Changbin, quietly proud and giving a dazzling smolder for the camera.

Some time had clearly passed since then. Felix’s hair was a daring shade of blue, while Changbin’s was a cute chestnut brown. Felix even had some cute extra piercings and a large love bite on his throat, while Changbin was apparently hiding all sorts of tattoos under his long-sleeve shirts if the mugshot was anything to go by.

“Look at ‘em,” Hyunjin cooed. “Felix is blacklisted from practically half the clubs and bars in Sentury, and Changbin’s not even allowed on a casino floor. Any of them.”

“Shouldn’t they have made bank then?” you wondered out loud.

Hyunjin shook his head. “They didn’t hit all these establishments, mind you, they just created enough of a reputation to become a preemptive issue. Keep a close eye on them when we disembark, and if anyone asks where they are–”

“I don’t know anything,” you innocently raised your hands.

“Exactly,” praised Hyunjin while he looked at his wristwatch. “Now come on; it’s almost time for dinner.”

You spied the time he was looking at. “Dinner?! It was just breakfast!”

“A good crewmate is hungry when the clock says to be,” Hyunjin chided. “Much to learn, rookie.”

You sighed and returned to the trunk to haul it upstairs, fully prepared to drag it over to the lift before you realized that it was actually surprisingly light. It was difficult to figure out what was inside the foot locker; nothing was rattling inside. The most awkward part of getting it up to the common area was simply the size of the thing, trying to maneuver it up the tight staircase. You had to admit, you were still hungry.

Something smelled amazing when you got up to the galley, and you dropped the trunk by the booth before heading into the kitchen. It appeared that Jeongin was finishing getting everything set.

“Looks good, chef,” you complimented, peeking over his shoulder to the stew he had going on the stove.

“Thanks,” he humbly replied. “I’m getting more comfortable not having Felix right here to help me.”

You raised a curious eyebrow. “Didn’t do much cooking before this?”

Jeongin shook his head. “Never got a chance to learn, so Felix has been teaching me.”

“You’re doing great,” you reassured him.

“Excited to go to Sentury?” the cabin boy asked. “I’m a little nervous, honestly.”

“What?” you involuntarily laughed. “You’ve never been?!”

“No!” Jeongin laughed back, his eyes turning up into charming crescents. “Last time we passed through, Chan refused to let me go, ‘for my own good,’ he said.”

Internally, and although you’d never admit it, you commended the captain a little bit for that one.

“It’s funny,” Jeongin continued, “Lee told me something similar recently, like, when he was still in the brig. He said I should be getting off the ship and exploring as much as possible, also ‘for my own good’.”

“Is that what made you look for Jisung back on Phaborus?” you smirked. He simply nodded in return. “And were you nervous?”

“A little,” he admitted. “I know it makes me sound like a pussy, but just a little.”

“Nonsense,” you shook your head resolutely. “Doing shit when you’re nervous helps you to not be nervous the next time.”

The cabin boy smiled again, softening his sharp features, but the mention of Minho turned the wheels in your head. It felt a little selfish, but it was worth trying when you had a chance.

“Want help? I can take Minho’s food to him.”

“Sure!” Jeongin brightly agreed. “Gives me a chance to eat. Do you remember the combo?”

He asked as if you ever knew. When you shook your head, he dug in his pocket and fished out a keycard, just like the one Chan had given you. You tried not to squeal in excitement when you quickly fixed a bowl for Minho and rushed off.

Thoughts were racing through your head before you stumbled into the workshop, apparently interrupting something when you heard Felix curse from the loft. He and Changbin ducked down behind the couch, and you surreptitiously ran into the alcove between your and Minho’s cabins. You took a moment, though, pausing to make sure you had a game plan, a stance you were actually holding.

It sucked to think that Minho set you up.

Largely, you admitted to yourself, because the idea was ridiculous. In order for that to happen, Minho had to have made sure the ring not only made it to you in the first place, but that you would make it onto the ship. Yes, it was convenient that the crew got the lead, picked up Minho, and then picked you up, and you had it – but it was only that. Convenient. And conveniences did happen, you reminded yourself.

You beeped open Minho’s door to find him examining his stubble in the mirror again, but not the one on his closet door. He was sat on the windowsill. Someone, at some point, had not only brought Minho a change of clothes, but a hand mirror and a razor. He looked comfy and refreshed in some cargo pants and a hoodie.

“Remind me what you said about facial hair the other day?” you nonchalantly asked. You helped yourself to a bite of food from his bowl, marveling for a second that Jeongin did do a good job.

“Dunno,” Minho shrugged, “but I miss growing it. When was the last time that you saw a Marine with a beard?”

You shrugged back. Actually, you don’t think you’d ever seen a member of the Federation military with facial hair. Minho cleaned off his razor in a cup of water at his side.

“That’s because,” he continued, pulling the skin on his chin taut, “they neutralize the follicles on your face in orientation. Hurts like a motherfucker, but it’s supposed to enforce dress code. Takes some folks years to grow it reliably again. I’m still patchy as hell.”

You watched Minho shave for a little bit, lamenting that it maybe was somewhat attractive.

But you wanted to calm that relentless thought in your mind.

“Hey,” you bluntly changed the subject, “my Clessorian ring. Did you know about it before I came aboard? Like, did you know it was on T’kaarm?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Minho staunchly answered.

“Was it ever in your possession?”

Minho rinsed his razor in the water cup beside him and patted his chin dry with his hoodie. “Sure was,” he nodded. “You done eating my food?”

You swallowed your spoonful of stew before handing the bowl to him. “And what did you do with the ring?”

The bounty met your gaze but it was hard to read. “I got rid of it. Too much trouble. You excited to go to the Station?”

This was a satisfying enough answer for you. You walked back to the door. “Not really,” you shrugged.

“Smart girl,” he praised. “I knew I liked you.”

Minho was giving you an odd look. You pointed at the bowl in his hands. “Your food’s getting cold,” you told him, before you promptly left.

The loft was empty, the workshop was empty, and the galley was empty when you entered it. You scarfed down a quick bite to eat before you crept upstairs. The boys were all assembled in the back of the bridge, with the trunk from Floree Outpost at the center. Hyunjin, Changbin, and Felix were all squished together on the couch. Chan sat at his console. You could hear faint music from the nav office, implying Seungmin was busily at work inside. Mysteriously, Jeongin and Jisung were nowhere to be seen.

Beyond the front window, a gargantuan, revolving, metal mass of a space station could be seen in the distance. This had to be Sentury.

“Enough bullshit,” Changbin ribbed. “We finally get to see what’s in this thing?” The mechanic pointed at the trunk.

Meanwhile, Chan pointed at you.

“It’s for Nova,” he cryptically explained. He tried the combo once before he broke the cheap lock with his bionic hand. Inside the tacky trunk was a tangle of fabric, all shiny and satiny textiles. The captain pulled out a couple items, revealing them to be showy dresses, the kind you’d wear to nightclubs.

Well, not you, but the kind that you could wear.

Chan plonked the dresses into your hands. You scanned the room, confused, and caught Seungmin peeking from the nav office.

The crew were tittering and giggling. “So,” Hyunjin grinned, “it’s true about Sentury, then?”

“Is what true?!” you demanded.

The captain waved a dismissive hand at you, and then at the peanut gallery. “So we grabbed this trunk off a couple resort hostesses back on Floree Outpost,” he flippantly explained. “Pick one or two outfits you like, just to last you until you find something at the Station. And you’ll need to name an escort from the crew.”

“Excuse me?” you gawked, your arms limp in front of you.

“That’s new,” grumbled Changbin. He dug in his pocket, counted a couple credits, and placed them in Hyunjin’s waiting hand, having apparently lost some wager.

You spiked the dresses at Chan’s face. “Can someone tell me what the fuck is going on? What’s with the dresses? Why do I need an escort?!”

“It’s fine, babe,” Felix soothed you. You and Chan both turned to face him. “This happens sometimes with regime changes. Whoever runs the Entertainment Bureau gets to make the rules. One time, the Director was super into bikes so everyone was big on street racing for a bit, you know?”

“Okay, sure,” you huffed. “But what changed for there to be assigned escorts now?”

Chan mumbled something and you whipped around to look at him again. He met your eye and reluctantly began explaining. “From what I gather, the Director must have one hell of a crew of dancers or hostesses or something because ladies have preference on the Station. Their own security checkpoints, their own transports, their own reserved sections in bars, clubs, even casinos–”

“And still no decent shopping, I bet,” Felix complained. Changbin and Hyunjin nodded in agreement.

The captain shot the three a look, gaining their silence before continuing. “The escorts have been used before, when valuable cargo was moving through Sentury. It’s basically naming your one trusted contact. If you have this escort around, they’re permitted with you, no questions asked. If someone’s with you who isn’t your escort, they can be separated from you at any time.”

“And what if I don’t name one?” you asked.

“Apparently,” he began, “one will be assigned to you. From our crew or from the Station, I don’t know which. On the flip, I’ve actually heard of cases where an escort isn’t even named, but instead a crew member is indicted. Can you fucking imagine? Even a whole crew one time, holy shit.’

“Maybe they deserved it,” Felix shrugged.

The captain and the ranger began bickering while you regarded the dresses in the trunk. Not to be that person, but you never really had the occasion to dress up back home. You sneakily pawed through the trunk while the boys were busy arguing, sort of indulging and taking a look. One little number did catch your eye, a slinky, shimmery, champagne-hued dress.

“Is that the one?” Chan asked, almost warmly, but catching you off-guard nonetheless. “Try it on!”

“Now?” you whined.

“He has a point, love,” Changbin admitted. “Don’t want you looking frumpy when we disembark. We can make adjustments but we can’t do magic.”

“Fine,” you huffed, ready to turn heel down the stairs.

“Oh my god,” the captain grumbled, “just try it on here, you prude. None of us are looking, no one is gonna care.”

You were this close to tearing Chan a new asshole, breaking his knees based on principle alone… but he sort of had a point. He’d said you were part of the crew. The crew all lived in these tight quarters, seeing each other in various states of undress on regular occasions – why shouldn’t you act like part of the crew?

“Whatever,” you relented. “But if I hear one catcall, it’s gonna be a bloodbath.”

“Such big talk coming from you,” Hyunjin giggled, sliding off the couch and looking through the trunk himself. Changbin and Felix were reading something on the appraiser’s tablet. Chan even had his hands over his eyes, rich coming from the one man present who’d seen you naked.

Regardless, you were modest about it. You turned around, swiftly slipping off your shirt and pulling on the dress, finding just enough stretch in the fabric to fit around your shoulders and hug you around your waist. Then you tugged off your bottoms, yanking them over your sneakers. You turned back around, admitting to yourself that you felt really good in the garment – when you noticed Seungmin staring. His cheeks rouged immediately, his face going pink when he tried to look busy and not like he was just watching you change.

The boys all turned their attention to you when they no longer heard your clothes shuffling. Chan looked you up and down but didn’t say a word, while Felix and Changbin nodded their approval. Hyunjin, meanwhile, nudged your hip with a pair of high heels from where he was digging in the trunk. Once again, they were in your size despite never confirming it for him.

“Oh, no,” you refused, “I’m not ready for that.”

“Then practice, you maniac,” Chan complained, taking the heels from Hyunjin and pressing them into your hands. You scooped up your clothes from the floor. “Go practice, make sure you’re presentable, and pick an escort,” the captain directed.

You sighed hot into your chest as you defeatedly nodded, turning so you could head down the stairs.

This was a lot to take in all at once.

Just like you’d considered who to conspire on Jisung’s lead with, now you were wondering who to name as your escort. They’d have unquestioned permission to accompany you.

Did that mean you could force someone to help you?

Like… if you named Seungmin?

Or you could even indict someone, apparently.

Could you even… name Minho as your escort?

That’d probably make Chan snap. Hilarious.

A rush of footsteps in the stairwell startled you, and you turned to see Hyunjin jogging down to the galley. He held out an equally gaudy train case he must’ve found in the trunk.

“Chan, that idiot,” Hyunjin smirked, “he didn’t think to give you these.” He opened the case, revealing a mess of costume jewelry, hair clips, and makeup. He then produced a small clutch purse from under his arm and held it out in his other hand. “You’re going to look amazing. Don’t overthink it.”

The appraiser pushed the case into the growing pile in your hands before heading back down the stairs to his room in the cargo hold. You were left alone with a lot to figure out. Dazed, you walked back to your cabin, lost in thought – when you ran face first into Jisung, leaving his room. He looked particularly cozy today, with a tank top and some shorts, with a backwards baseball cap holding his fringe back. It was still taking some adjusting to see him without the eyepatch.

The pilot looked thoroughly caught, his eyes wide and his face paling, which interested you until his eyes shifted down from yours, down your collarbones and onto the dress.

“I, uhm,” you struggled to explain, “I have to name an escort.”

Jisung’s eyes lit up and he pumped his fist a little. “Fuck yes,” he cursed in celebration. “I fucking told Changbin. But… are you going to disembark? Like that?”

The look you gave must’ve been brutal with how Jisung clammed up. It didn’t help that, following your criteria, you were still pissed at him. “Er, I mean,” he babbled, reaching forward and brushing a tendril of your hair out of your face. “I just think you can do something nice, really look the part, you know?”

You continued to stare, confused. Jisung sighed helplessly and grabbed your elbow, herding you into his cabin and closing the door. He sat you down at his desk, where he had a small standing mirror that you could see yourself in. The pilot brushed his fingers through your hair, a bizarrely soothing sensation, and began parting it and sweeping your hair in different directions. When you were about to ask him what the hell he was up to, he pointed at the train case.

“What’s in there?”

Instead of answering, you simply clicked open the case and gestured for him to take a look. Jisung peered inside, stroking his chin, and then picked out a couple pins before grabbing a hairbrush. Now you could no longer hold back the question you were dying to ask.

“Jisung,” you pestered, reaching back and grabbing his hand, “what the fuck are you doing?”

“I dated a couple dancers before,” he shrugged. “You pick up a thing or two. And you deserve to look nice, don’t you think?”

Stunned wasn’t exactly the right word here, but it’s what came to mind. Jisung whipped your hair up into a casual updo with some loose tendrils framing your face, and then dug into the train case. He held up a few options before holding up two sets of simple earrings for you. When you picked the modest golden hoops, he grabbed a matching bracelet and slipped it on your wrist. You sat still when he applied some light makeup, adding just a little drama to your eyes and a hint of shimmering highlight.

It was ridiculous, how your heart skipped a beat when you looked in the mirror.

You reminded yourself to stay pissed at Jisung.

“Alright,” he nodded approvingly. “Now the heels.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” you stubbornly shook your head. “I haven’t worn heels in years–”

“It’s like riding a bike!” Jisung refuted. “Besides, look at these. Wide platform, ankle strap, chunky heel – you’re going to be perfectly fine. May I?”

You swallowed hard when Jisung knelt down and spun you in his desk chair so you were facing him. He pulled off your ratty sneakers and delicately slipped your right foot into the shoe before buckling the ankle strap, and then repeated the process with the left. Jisung’s gaze felt piercing when he looked up at you, and you caught yourself feeling all vulnerable again. He got up to his feet and stepped back.

“Well?” he asked. “Is it true? You can’t walk in heels?”

A small sigh escaped your lips before you got up.

You took a confident step forward–

But you over thought it. Your weight shifted weirdly, sending you stumbling over your own feet and into Jisung’s quick arms, where he awkwardly caught you but shifted you over so it looked more like he was dipping you during a waltz.

You blinked at him, haloed by the lamp in his room. “It’s too bad I’m still mad at you,” you joked halfheartedly, “because that was pretty smooth.”

“Yeah,” Jisung nodded, a little dazed. “It’s a good thing you’re still mad at me, because you look amazing.”

“Thanks,” you replied, trying to crack a lighthearted smile, “I just got my hair done.”

In a moment of terror, you realized that Jisung was leaning in towards you, and you pushed a hand into his face, smushing him back and off of you until you were properly standing up on your feet again.

You were both a little out of breath. “You, er,” you fumbled, “you didn’t formally pitch a plan to me yet, remember?”

“You’re right,” Jisung agreed, nodding and taking your hand in his. The tension was ballooning in your chest. “Can I talk to you?”

Your chin dipped in a weak nod while you leaned back to sit against Jisung’s desk, but he followed you, stepping between your knees. The following minutes were dead silent. Jisung tentatively kissed your cheek, which you permitted. He then brazenly slid his arms around your waist, and you gasped when he kissed your neck.

“I wanted to see if you’re interested in a plan of mine,” Jisung explained into your skin, his voice breathy and needy.

“Yeah?” you replied, way too into this already. Your breath hitched when his teeth grazed your pulse.

“I know a guy, at the place I mentioned, Sunrise Casino–”

“How many guys do you know?” you teased. Jisung’s fingertips pressed tough into your waist, despite his muffled chuckle.

“I know a guy, okay?” he repeated. “He just works a door, but he’s a guy. And I haven’t heard from him in weeks–”

Jisung exclaimed as you grabbed onto his tank top, reeling him in and kissing him properly. He melted into you then, spreading your knees so he could slide between them. His fingertips found their way down below your waist, and you hissed out a curse when you felt him tease his touch inside of you.

“Okay,” you breathlessly nodded while you pushed his shorts down under his erection, “so you haven’t heard from your guy. What then?”

You gasped into Jisung’s mouth when he kissed you again, his tongue hotly writhing against yours while he pulled his fingers out to massage the tip of his hard length against your entrance.

“What then, Jisung?” you repeated, teasing him to keep up with your little game. He sank into you then, pulling a full-bodied moan out of both of you.

“Then,” he groaned, “that means I have to rely on the one other guy I have at the moment, a jewelry dealer. He should have some direction for us to go and try to find the safety deposit box while we try to build some contacts on the inside, grease some palms and gather some intel– oh fuck–”

Jisung shuddered, getting a little distracted fucking you in earnest on his desk. He thrust into you hard, almost grinding his hips into you so he could really rub into your sweet spot. You kissed down his neck, sucking a little love bite into his collarbones. His eyes were squeezed shut, savoring the sensation of your walls enveloping his cock, and you reached up, cupping his face and encouraging him to watch you.

“Come on, tell me the rest,” you urged.

“Then, once we get a solid lead on the whereabouts of the payload,” Jisung panted, “we’ll have to decide if it’s smarter to go after it ourselves or try to make a deal–”

“That is the simplest, most run-of-the-mill plan I’ve ever heard,” you giggled, but cried out when Jisung kissed you hard again.

“It’s harder when I don’t have a guy, okay?” whined Jisung. “I gotta start all over again, do some groundwork–”

“Then I can help you,” you offered, whimpering when Jisung started pounding into you at just the right angle.

“Then I did it?” he asked eagerly. “You’re not pissed at me anymore?”

“No,” you shook your head, “I’m not pissed at you anymore, just make me cum, holy shit–”

Jisung nodded obediently, desperately grasping onto your hips and consistently thrusting into you at a steady enough rhythm. Almost risking ruining it, he sucked a thumb into his mouth before leaning you back and caressing your clit. You tensed then, grabbing onto his arm and crying out when you hit your climax. You were seeing spots, you finished so hard. Jisung came a moment afterwards, pulsing inside of you and practically collapsing, limp, on top of you where you were uncomfortably half-reclined on his desk.

The two of you took a minute to catch your breath, with Jisung’s lips buried in your neck and tickling you when he breathed. At some point, his ball cap fell off, and your hands ran through his hair and massaged the back of his neck.

“I guess that just means you need to name an escort then,” he mumbled against your skin.

Even though you were dazed, you still tried to consider this.

But you were still seeing spots.

Well, no you weren’t.

You saw a spot.

A light. On Jisung’s talk box by the door.

Someone was listening to you.

Your eyes widened in horror at this realization, but you kept this to yourself.

You were landing soon, and you needed to name an escort.

And some asshole was spying on your conversation.

You considered your options again. Jisung was an obvious choice, but it made sense to widen your resource pool. There was Seungmin, obviously. Even though he had business on the Station, maybe he’d actually help you if you named him. There was also Hyunjin, who was a clear wealth of knowledge despite being a gossip. You even humored the idea of naming Jeongin, who was green enough that you knew he’d help you with little to no arguing. Chan was an option as well, you supposed. He had skills and experience, and maybe naming him would help you keep a close eye on him. And there was Minho, obviously, a delightfully funny idea that’d stun you if it actually worked. Getting Minho’s help and getting him out of his cabin? Who knew what that would get you. And, of course, that left Felix and Changbin. A duo that already had a valuable reputation on Sentury, and knew the ins and outs better than the whole crew, most likely. Even though they’d hardly be able to accompany you anywhere, you considered that you could accompany them wherever you wanted. You wondered, for a brief moment, if you could name two escorts.

Sentury Station wasn’t too far off by now. All that you had left to do was choose who to name.

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