#I want to watch the rest of VOICE series but alas

[teafiend]

[desert-rose24]

Worshipped (Just Imagine Series)

Welcome to my first series called Just Imagine! This is where you, the reader, can read your filthiest thoughts without having a character or person specified. It's all up to you and who you want to picture these fantasies with.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! THIS IS 18+ ONLY! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED IF YOU ARE NOT OVER 18!

WARNINGS: Pure Smut, Cursing, Dirty Talk, Nicknames (Baby, Sweetheart), Slight Begging, Orgasm, Slight Overstimulation, Fingering, Slight Nipple Play, Kissing, Slight Body Worship, Edging

These stories will not specify any reader ethnicity or race! However, these stories will differ. If you want to read one where you're fantasizing of a specific gender, I'll write those too! THIS STORY IS GENDER NEUTRAL GIVING!

I AM WRITING THESE MORE AIMED TOWARDS FEMALE, PLUS SIZED READERS RECEIVING! It's something I'm more experienced with writing, but I will take requests. Thank you for reading and enjoy!

I do not give any permission for my work to be copied, translated, modified, or reposted on any other site, app, or platform

Part Two

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Just imagine the way they make you feel. The way their voice goes through your ears, making you melt. Maybe it's the way they whisper or lean into you when they speak. Perhaps in some cases, it's not the way they say it, but what they actually say.

"You're so damn beautiful"

"You taste so good"

"Good girl"

"You're so fucking wet"

"Cum all over me, baby"

Ah yes, words are powerful, but you know what they always say. "Actions speak louder than words." And that's exactly what they have shown you. When they grab your plump thighs, sometimes slapping them just so they could see them jiggle. It's the moments when they tightly squeeze your full ass to make you moan. Or when they undo your bra just to watch your breasts pour out, taking in every jiggle and bounce. It drives them crazy.

And oh, how you love the way you're adored. No, more like worshipped. In more ways than just one. The way their lips connect with yours. The fresh, purple hickeys covering your chest and neck. When their tongue lingers on every part of your body. Your neck, chest, breasts, hips, thighs...pussy.

Ugh, don't even get them started on your pussy. All the movie nights, sitting on the couch with your legs resting on their lap, where they would see the growing patch of wetness seeping through your panties. It makes them want to reach out and give you the relief you so utterly deserve. You better not be thinking they don't notice...they do. How about when you're standing in the kitchen making a snack? They hug you from behind, planting kisses on your neck and you suddenly rub your thighs together with a low groan? It's so obvious, they want to laugh, but instead, they wait for the right moment. With enough teases, you're bound break aren't you?

Alas, the day is coming to an end. You still haven't said a word about your growing need that has yet to be taken care of. The question as to why you haven't said anything still lingers in your mind as you quietly lie down in bed, wearing a t-shirt and panties, not knowing the answer either. Maybe it'll pass, you think. That's what you always say. You take a deep sigh as you start closing your eyes as you try not to dwell on the ache you feel in your core. That is...until you feel them wrap their arm around your waist. They start rubbing your round, chubby tummy, making the ache grow even more. They knew. No matter how many times you (poorly) tried to hide it, it always came out to the light. You were so deep in thought that you didn't even notice their hand travelling down your torso, stopping just under the waistband of your panties. Turning your head towards them, they planted a soft kiss right on your lips, pushing their hand further down, reaching your core.

Turning onto your back, you spread your legs, giving them more access. They gently let their fingers linger on your puffy pussy lips, making you softly moan into their kiss. Your hips slightly jerk upwards, the throbbing sensation growing more impatient. You feel them slightly smile against your mouth as you feel their fingers spread your lips, the cool air against your wet cunt making you shiver with lust. You let you a heavy sigh as you feel their fingers gathering your slick, bringing it all the way up to your clit. They let their middle finger rest on your bundle of nerves, making your body jerk. You know what they want...and you're so happy and willing to give it to them.

"Please" you say, feeling your pussy throb as your hips slightly rock into their hand. They let out a light chuckle as they know how needy you are for some type of pleasure.

"Please what, sweetheart?" they respond, their finger pressing down on your bundle of nerves, yet not moving them in the way you want.

"Please...just t-touch me already" you whimpered, a slight frustration making its way into your voice.

Giving you a wet kiss, they start moving their fingers in a slow pace. A soft moan escaped your lips into their mouth. The throbbing was no longer aching. The feeling of their fingers rubbing against you was like no other. Not even you could make yourself feel like this. The slow pace was starting to make you excited, you want them to go faster. Your hips started circling on their hand, giving them a signal. And boy, did they understand that signal. They started moving their fingers faster, making your throw your head back against the pillow with a loud moan. Your back now arching, they saw this as an opportunity to lift up your t-shirt, making your breasts pop out. With their free hand, they grope your right breast, bringing their index finger and thumb to pinch your nipple. With another loud moan, you bite your lip.

"Yes..." you whisper, your eyes closing as your orgasm slowly makes its way to you. They looked at you, knowing you're near. They move their fingers even faster, making your body thrash. A series of "Fuck" and "Please" pour out of your mouth as you chase your orgasm. You're so close, you're right there, just a little more and...they stopped. With a loud, frustrated groan, you open your eyes, looking at them through the darkness of the room. They let out a chuckle before speaking.

"Oh baby~, it's not going to be that easy. Don't worry, I'll give you what you want" they said as they pressed their two middle fingers against your hole. They sure knew you a little too well to know that fingering was the best way to make you cum...hard. You whimpered as you, yet again, have excitement filling your core. They pushed their fingers into your hole, making you feel full. You swear, you could've cum right then and there. They started pumping their fingers as a satisfied moan escapes your lips. As if that wasn't enough, they started paying attention to your chest again. With a long lick on your nipple, you grab their head, balling up a fistful of hair.

"Such pretty tits for me" they said. If it wasn't so dark, they'd have all their attention on your boobs. They just adored how they jiggled and bounced with every pump their fingers make inside you. They started pumping faster, wanting you to finally reach the orgasm you long for. You deserve it after all. They reached that deep, spongy part inside you that makes you go crazy. The sound of loud moans and wet squelching of your pussy filled the room. Your cunt squeezing tighter and tighter around their fingers, letting them know you're right there. They started quickly rubbing your clit with their free hand, making your eyes fill with tears in pleasure.

"C'mon baby, cum for me. You're doing so good" they said, making you groan in response.

"Ahhhh~ fuck!" you scream, your back arching as the feeling of ecstasy hits you. The release you've been craving has finally come to you. White hot pleasure fills your core as they slow down their fingers, letting you ride out your orgasm. Your hips rock as it comes to an end, overstimulation now taking over. Your body twitches as you squeeze your thighs together, making them retract their fingers out of your panties. They bring their fingers up to their mouth and suck your juices off, moaning in delight. Usually, you would slap their hand out of their mouth and cover your face in embarrassment. You guess you could let it slide this one time, it's dark anyways. The night comes to a great end as you fall asleep in their arms, satisfaction and sleep taking over. Oh, wouldn't it be nice to have that kind of relief? To not only be loved, but to feel the pleasure that comes from love? That burning ache you feel deep down. It's not a want, but a need.

Too bad it's all just a fantasy...right?

[lavendertales]

Guilty pleasures: Chapter 8**

pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

summary: you and Joel grow closer, while you and Ellie decide to leave a legacy behind yourselves.

word count: 5k

WARNINGS: shower sex, vaginal fingering, doggy.

AGELESS/EMPTY BLOGS & MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!!!

gif: @loregifs

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The morning arrived far earlier than Joel had expected. When he woke up, mildly disoriented, he felt rays of sunshine on his face—quite the unusual contrast with the cold November weather—and emptiness next to him.

Joel pats the left side of the bed, fully awake once he realizes that you’re not there. He scans the room, then struggles to get his aching body out of bed to inspect the rest of the house.

Suddenly, a rather shocking realization comes to him: he’s afraid.

He’s afraid of losing you.

Even losing sight of you, thinking you are no longer there, is terrifying him to his very core.

Alas, he finds you standing in the kitchen, focused on something over at the stove. The first scent to hit his nose is that of coffee. He inhales it, closing his eyes as if to savor it better, then distinguishes the other smells: bacon and eggs. It feels like an eternity has passed since Joel enjoyed a home cooked meal, especially prepared by someone he—

Well I’ll be damned.

“Morning,” you welcome him.

“Morning.”

His voice is gruff, still rich with sleep, and the sound tingles your skin, tickling your senses to life. You pour him a cup of freshly brewed coffee as Joel roams behind you and when you face him, you nearly spill the coffee, clashing at his chest.

He looks at you with dark, lustful eyes, the memory of last night deeply rooted into both your brains still. If his gaze is anything to go by, you have a faint clue as to what his mind is set to.

“You need to eat something,” you say in an unusually low voice.

“I really should.”

You quickly realize what he means, and your skin is auburn with need and flattery alike. In an attempt to disguise how much his words get to you, you clear your throat, backing away a little.

“I meant actual food,” you emphasize, setting two plates for the both of you.

Joel doesn’t reply, but he does roll his eyes as if in disbelief that you would deny him the day’s most important meal—you.

You sit at the table, eating in silence, enjoying the savory breakfast. Last night was more than reconciliation or an admittance of feelings—however indirectly. It was a moment of deep intimacy, one that reassured Joel you’re the one for him, the one person who would always be there for him and Ellie and who would kill anything and anyone that stands in between the three of you.

Last night, Joel Miller felt loved.

And now, as he watches you eat in peace, exchanging the occasional glance and smile, there is not a single doubt in his mind that the intense mixture of feelings he had been secretly nesting for you has but one result: love. In spite of everything that had happened, in spite of his fallout with Ellie, Joel feels like there’s at least one person who still cares for him, and that is you, without questions.

Funny thing, loving someone. It completely blindsides you; it makes you feel the strongest and weakest you’ve ever felt. It makes you capable of horrifying things should the situation ask for it. And from the moment you pointed a shotgun at him, Joel knew deep down you were nothing like any of the women he had encountered in his life. No, you were strong and vicious, borderline unhinged.

But you were also intoxicatingly sweet and wonderful, a beautiful madness he had grown way too accustomed to.

It may have been a very long time since he’s felt the thrill of loving someone, the comfort and the scary parts of it, but he damn well remembers how it feels. He surely feels it now.

Would a confession even be something you’d want to hear? In many ways, you are just like Joel, secluded in a dark corner with your fears and doubts, closed off from the rest of humanity. But the two of you have grown closer together, known each other’s little habits and routines and whatnot, and maybe if he’d just come out and say it—

“I might’ve roasted the beans a little too much,” you say, making a face upon tasting the very bitter coffee. “Sorry about that.”

Joel takes a sip as well, temporarily grounded back to reality. “Don’t be. It’s tasty.”

“You sure?”

“Absolutely. I like it just the way it is.”

His mind starts spinning with possible ways of confessing to you, but truth be told, the last time he told someone he loves them was a few years before Sarah was born. So… must’ve been at least thirty years ago, when he was in his early twenties.

Joel softly coos your name, gaining your attention; but when his eyes meet yours, he feels the self-imposed pressure and stress.

“What is it?” you gently ask.

“I’m just—I’m glad to have you in my life. And that you’re in Ellie’s life, too.”

You smile, never asking for anything more. You know that his words weigh heavily and that the meaning behind them is nothing random, nothing short of care.

“You know, since we had breakfast, I was thinking of taking a shower,” you say with playfulness in your voice. “So... you can decide how you wanna play this.”

You finish your coffee and grin mischievously at him, headed for the bathroom. You slowly dispose of your clothes, catching glimpses of your scarred skin in the mirror. Maybe another time you might’ve felt self-conscious and hated the way that your skin looks overall, but not now, not anymore. Not when your pulse is in your throat, anticipating Joel’s arrival.

Because you know he’ll be there. Not just for the sake of feeling clean and warming up with hot, soapy water, but for you as well.

You start the shower, setting the ideal temperature, and let the water trickle down your body. One foot in the bathtub, the other one following, and you’re right under the shower head. Then you feel movement behind you, strong, calloused hands caressing your hips.

“I was starting to think you wouldn’t come,” you smile.

Joel presses a few kisses on your back and on your shoulders, then buries his head in the crook of your neck.

“How can I not come when it’s you, naked in the shower?” he teases.

His fingers knead and trace every inch of your skin; Joel takes the soap and starts cleaning your body, and you do the same for him. It feels like you have all the time in the world, so neither of you rushes anything. While his hands fondle your breasts, soon burying his head between them, taking each nipple in his mouth till they pebble under his teeth, you move lower, beginning to stroke his cock to life with slow motions.

Joel huffs, his lips finding yours in a wet, sloppy kiss. Soon, that gesture alone takes over, causing you to succumb to it completely as you throw your arms around his neck, pulling him in. Your mouth is like a hot furnace and so is your body; you’re almost clean by this point, but feeling Joel’s weeping erection poke around your belly only adds fuel to the fire within. One of his hands sneaks in between your legs, rubbing in between your folds, and you whimper in his mouth. You feel unusually tender and sensitive this morning, as if he’d just fucked you roughly mere minutes ago. You whimper and whine, your hot breaths tickling Joel’s grin.

Soon he isn’t solely rubbing your clit or through your folds, he’s flat out parting your legs to make room for his fingers to thrust inside you. You try to grind onto them, to feel them as much as possible, but in the end you let Joel work his magic. He kisses you tenderly, a stark contrast with the way his fingers are mercilessly pumping in and out of you. The only sound are your ragged breaths, growing shallower as the bathroom, in return, grows steamier and significantly hotter. Joel’s lips trail your jaw and neck, his ears awfully sensitive to the soft whimpers you’re letting out for him.

“Can you come on my hand?” he asks so sweetly you might pass out. “Can you do that for me, darlin’?”

“Mhm—“

All other words seem to flee from your mind right now. Your sole focus is your pleasure, ripping through you so boldly it causes your eyes to flutter shut under its weight.

“Oh, fuck—Joel—“

Your forehead meets his as his fingers slow down the pace, giving you time to ride out your orgasm. When you find his lips again, you kiss him with fervor, almost insane-like, desperate to just feel his mouth. But after a while, Joel’s erection is downright painful, no longer possible to ignore it, so he spins you around gently so that you have some support against the wall’s tiles, and curls his fist around his cock, not daring to stroke himself for the fear of coming too fast. You feel him, hard and aching, around the curve of your ass, and your breath almost hitches in your chest.

He teases you by rubbing his cock between your cheeks, not sliding inside but not doing anything else, driving you crazy.

“Joel, come on,” you whine, trying to sneak a glance behind you.

“Is this okay? I just need—“

“Yes, please. I need to feel you. All of you.”

You barely catch a glimpse of his naked body, all covered in water droplets, before Joel’s hand moves back to your hips to steady you, and pushes the fat head of his cock past your folds, sticky and wet.

You both moan in tandem at that first thrust. It’s ecstatic, like it’s the first time you’ve ever felt each other this way, so intimately and so close—when in reality, it’s only the third time. But isn’t this the charm, the fun of it? To have the same thrill with each other as you keep moving forward in life, together?

“God, you’re so wet—so fuckin’ good—being inside you—“

He snaps his hips quite fast as opposed to the tenderness that you both relished into last night. He holds you in place and fucks himself deeper and deeper into you as pleasure crawls up your spine, traveling your whole body before settling in your belly. It’s almost too soon to come again, and you even doubt that’s what you’re feeling, but when Joel moves his free hand to your clit and starts rubbing it messily, it is undeniable that it won’t take long for you to be in full bliss once more.

Not that you’ve had so many partners throughout the two decades of the outbreak, but even with the fair share you’ve had, none could even hold a candle next to Joel. You’ve never felt pleasure like this, so debilitating and needy, and yet so tender and caring.

Joel snaps his hips even faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin joining the series of whimpers and grunts, as well as the water sliding down your heated bodies. You sneak your own hand between your legs to furiously rub your clit when Joel focuses solely on harshly grabbing the flesh of your hips. The mixture of touches all over your body, as well as the feral way Joel’s moving inside of you, results in you clenching around him, hard, crying out his name as you come.

“Shit, you get tight when you come,” you hear him grunt.

Joel pulls out and, stroking himself to completion all over your ass. You both still as pleasure still ripples over your skin, then Joel begins to scrub your body gently.

“Did I hurt you?” he asks as he’s scrubbing your back.

You smile. “No. You were fantastic.”

“Not too bad for an old guy, huh?”

You turn around, noticing his beautifully fucked out face, and your smile widens.

“I think you got some young, hip moves about you,” you tease as you pull him in to kiss him again.

You’re not really sure how long you stayed in that shower. But by the time you finally get out, you are equal parts dirty and clean.

You’re drying your hair with a towel and smiling at Joel, both of you covered with two tiny towels, when you stop in the middle of the living room.

“Morning,” Ellie says, pursing her lips as she looks at you both.

You clear your throat, exchanging an embarrassed look with Joel. “Morning, Ellie. Didn’t hear you come in.”

“I assume it was difficult with all the… washing.”

You gulp. “Yeah, I don’t—I don’t have an excuse for this. It’s… exactly what it looks like.”

Joel clears his throat as well, avoiding Ellie’s face altogether. “I’ll uh—go get changed,” he announces almost silently, leaving the two of you alone.

You get the chance to notice Ellie’s attire, the same one from last night, and your curiosity grows, as does your excitement.

“So, how was your evening?” you ask her. “Based on the fact that you’re wearing yesterday’s clothes and you just got in, can I assume it went well?”

Ellie can’t help but smile flustered. “It was very, very nice.”

“Really? Oh, I’m so happy to hear that!”

“Took your advice. Things happened… it was a bit awkward, though.”

“That’s okay. It can be awkward at first. But it’s good to laugh in those moments. It’s not always that serious.”

“Well, it definitely was, but it also—wasn’t. If that makes sense.”

“It makes perfect sense.”

Ellie takes a quick look around, then her gaze shifts upon you, the look in her eyes livelier.

“How was your evening?” she asks.

Your face drops in the slightest. “Oh, uh… it was good too. We talked. For a while.”

Ellie raises her brows at you, a reaction that makes you both flustered and amused.

“We did!” you defend yourself. “We did talk.”

“Looks like it.”

“Hey, I said for a while.”

She does giggle, and so do you. You’re suddenly very aware of the fact that the towel curled around your body barely conceals you from her, and that is noticeable especially when Ellie’s eyes faintly roam over your figure, dropping to the tattoos that are visible to her.

“Actually, I came over to talk to Joel,” she confesses. “If you guys are done… talking. Or washing.”

“Oh,” you get out, stunned. “Okay, I’ll—go get dressed, give you two some time.”

“Thanks.”

You rush to the bedroom, pleasantly remarking a freshly changed Joel. When you approach him, he seems concerned, growing more so once he recognizes the astonished look on your face.

“Ellie wants to talk to you,” you whisper to him.

Joel makes a face betraying restlessness and fear. He simply nods as you nudge him towards the living room, giving you the opportunity to change and dry your hair.

“Hey,” Joel greets her, his heart stammering in his throat.

“Hey.”

There’s a brief pause, neither certain of who should say what first, so Joel clears his throat—a habit he seemed to be doing a lot more often since he and Ellie have drifted apart and whenever she was around—and does a little gesture to invite Ellie outside, on the porch. The sun is beaming proudly over Jackson this morning, while the cold air feels refreshing. The view isn’t half bad, either.

With his half-finished cup of coffee in his hand, Joel leans over the porch, still not looking at Ellie.

“Coffee?” she asks him.

“Yeah. She brewed it this morning. Best one I’ve had in years.”

Ellie watches him closely. She sees the liveliness in his eyes, the ache and the pain, altogether contributing to his aura, and she reckons he must be living in guilt, as well as bliss.

It couldn’t have been easy, she fleetingly thought.

“You seem happy,” Ellie remarks. “With her.”

Joel doesn’t respond right away. He thinks of your tenderness, of the way you held him so gently last night and the way you let him fuck you furiously this morning, thus allowing him to be both at his worst and his best.

And he thinks of how dear you are to him, how much love he’s grown to have for you.

“I am,” Joel silently says, as if afraid to admit his happiness out loud, as if it would be unfair to tell that to Ellie. “She’s… good.”

“She is good for you, yeah. I can see that.”

Another moment of silence goes by, with Ellie fidgeting nervously next to Joel. Luckily, the latter takes the reins of the conversation.

“She mentioned you had a date last night,” he coos.

“Yeah.”

“Anyone I know?”

“Uh… you’ve probably seen her around, I don’t know.”

There’s an oh inside Joel’s head, one he does not voice. When he looks to his left, he can clearly see Ellie’s nervousness, her hesitation around the subject, and he doesn’t want to push it, though curious he may be.

“Was it okay? The date?” Joel can’t help but ask.

“Yeah, we—it was really nice.”

“Seems you like her a lot.”

Ellie grows more nervous, not out of discomfort of having this type of discussion with Joel, but simply by admitting her feelings out loud.

“Look, I have no idea what that girl’s intentions are, but what I do know is that she’s lucky to have you.”

Hearing Joel’s words, spoken with such fear, yet with such tenderness, almost makes Ellie break. She grips the wooden edge of the porch till her knuckles turn white, going over last night’s events on fast forward.

“You’re such an asshole,” she blurts out.

“I’m not tryin’ to—“

“I was supposed to die in that hospital. My life would’ve fucking mattered.”

“And it does. It does matter.”

“Don’t fucking say that. You took away the one purpose my life had. You took that from me.”

Ellie does her best to hold back her tears, all due to her anger at the world, at the parents she’s never known, the people she’s lost along the way, and at Joel, the man she viewed as a father figure for the longest time.

It’s only then that Joel’s eyes meet Ellie’s, for the first time in who knows how long. He straightens up, staring right at her with incredible guilt as he mutters, “If somehow the Lord gave me a second chance at that moment… I would do it all over again.”

Ellie sees the seriousness in his eyes, the way his face roughened as he said those words. She nods, trying to accept his intentions for what they really are, perhaps born not out of selfishness, but out of love.

“Yeah,” she mumbles. “I just—I don’t think I can ever forgive you for that. But… I would like to try.”

Her voice breaks by the time she gets the last word out, and God knows Joel is struggling too despite his gruff exterior. He takes a breath in, almost too shaky for his own health, and nods in appreciation at her.

“I’d like that,” he coos.

“Okay. I uh—I was thinking of watching a movie tonight. Curtis and Viper 2.”

Joel’s face seems to light up once that movie name is brought up, and it eases some of Ellie’s anxiety too.

“That’s a darn good one,” Joel says.

“Jury’s out till I actually see it.”

Both smile, eyes shying away.

But you see it. You see from the window how they’re leaning closer to each other, how they are willing to do whatever it takes for each other, just like they did till then. Joel and Ellie weren’t just protective over each other—and their loved ones—they were territorial. Downright cruel when need be. That was, perhaps, the most striking resemblance about the pair.

You decide to keep to yourself the fact that you accidentally referred to Ellie once as Ellie Miller.

DECEMBER

As the cold returned full-force, you found that going on patrol under the circumstances was a bit more challenging. That, of course, has not lowered your confidence, nor your desire to dispose any threats or dangers surrounding Jackson.

You half expected to go in fighting mode a little more restrained, even fearful. Instead, you surprised yourself by being sharper than usual, perhaps encouraged by a motivation you would’ve thought as long gone a year ago.

Being with Joel left you feeling both weaker and stronger. It emptied and filled you at the same time, giving you the necessary motivation to carry on. You knew that the word “future” was far too precarious to even think about, but you had the promise of another tomorrow. Joel and Ellie, along with Tommy and Maria, have become your family, your home, your new reason for being alive and enjoying it.

Joel and Ellie have begun mending their relationship as well. Every Friday night they had their movie night, during which you disappeared either at the bar or having dinner with Tommy and Maria. The former had invited you to join them plenty, but you merely smiled on your way out. You preferred leaving them in the solitude of their home, exchanging opinions on old movies as they rebuilt the foundation of their friendship. It was a tough road ahead, that much was certain, but what was surefire was Joel’s determination to keep Ellie in his life. You knew that he’d never give up on her, no matter what he had to do.

And, come to it, Ellie would do exactly the same.

Though sometimes, you needed some time alone with Joel too. Ellie may have re-learned how to knock, but you still had to be careful for unsolicited visits. Take tonight, for instance: you’re sprayed on the couch, snug on Joel’s lap, making out like a couple of randy teenagers. His calloused hands are roaming over your back, teasingly lifting your shirt once in a while, a finger or two cleverly sneaking up the fabric to feel the warm skin beneath. You warmed up with two glasses of whiskey each, after which Joel built the fireplace and put on an old record to set the mood. You couldn’t even tell him how much you appreciated all the little gestures. All you could do was show him.

And he sure loved being shown.

“Maria says there are big chances of having grapes next year,” Joel coos in one breath, resuming his kissing over your neck.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

“And—why are you telling me this now?”

Joel lifts his head from the crook of your neck, his eyes fully blown out, big and brown and oh so soft, and you melt right as your fingers graze his stubbly cheek.

“Is this your idea of foreplay?” you tease.

He throws you one of the Miller trademark glares and you chuckle.

“I’m gonna make you some wine.”

A smile breaks from the corners of your lips, stretching further and further when you see that Joel smiles, too. You’re too flustered and shook to say anything within the following seconds, so you resort to staring in awe at him.

“You said you miss it,” Joel seemingly explains.

“I might’ve mentioned that, yes.”

“If I’m bein’ honest, I miss havin’ a glass of red wine with a beautiful woman, so I figured I’d give it a shot.”

You refrain from giggling, though it’s all you can think about doing—for the most part. The whiskey and the fireplace already built a warmth inside of you that made you giddy and excited, but this is simply too much.

“Do you know how to make wine?” you can’t help but ask.

He shrugs, making a funny face. “I’ll figure it out. I’m sure someone in this town knows how to.”

Speechless, you shake your head in amusement, holding both his cheeks in the palms of your hands. You’re beyond touched and flattered, and everything else that was warm and happy—everything you thought you’d never be again.

“This might be the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to me,” you say.

“It’s probably gonna have questionable taste.”

“I’ll drink it anyway. But for now, how about you make me whine?”

Your smile is the last thing Joel sees before he closes his eyes and reciprocates your feisty kiss. You begin to unconsciously grind on his lap, growing more impatient as he grows harder.

And then someone knocks on the door.

“It’s Ellie. I’m coming in,” you hear from outside.

Normally Joel would’ve grunted and made other displeased sounds, but for the past month or so, things have been so good between him and Ellie that he couldn’t possibly be upset. He had been the one to encourage her to stop by whenever she wanted, and here she was, doing exactly that, so how could he be upset?

Your flushed faces are met with Ellie’s, and you instantly get off of Joel’s lap while she looks away, slightly embarrassed.

“Sorry,” she apologizes. “Didn’t realize I was interrupting.”

“It’s okay, it was just a little bit of kissing.”

Ellie clears her throat, finally mustering the courage to look at you both and being eased to remark that you were sitting next to each other normally on the couch. Joel gestures for her to take a seat next to them, and she does.

“I wanted to talk to you,” she tells you.

She goes through the backpack, taking out a tape recorder. You frown.

“So far, we don’t know if there are other immune people,” Ellie explains. “Maybe there’s more, maybe not. But either way, I’ve had this idea of recording ourselves so when we’ll be gone, if someone finds this, they’ll know there was a shred of hope once.”

“Like they do in research,” you conclude.

“Yeah. Our names and our stories and… who knows, maybe one day there will be more immune people finding the tape and they’ll know where it started.”

You smile at her. “I like it.”

“I think it’s great,” Joel fortifies.

Ellie smiles at you both—during which Joel’s heart swells in size, nearly beaming with happiness.

“Do you wanna go first?” she asks. “Since… I guess technically you were the first immune one.”

“Sure.”

She hands you the recorder, and you press it, stating your name and age, followed by your story. Joel and Ellie listen, somewhat mesmerized, exchanging the occasional glare.

Ever since he met Ellie, he had fought so hard to stay away emotionally, to do his job and never look back, but now, sitting next to her and you, he realizes it is another moment when he’s proven just how wrong he was.

Like Bill once told him, “Men like you and me, we’re here to do a job. And God help any motherfuckers who stand in our way”. It sure was true; Joel would die a thousand times over for either one of you. He’d do anything to keep you both safe, and he knew you, at least, would do the same.

Sometime later, you pass the recorder to Ellie. She clears her throat and pushes the button, exhaling.

“My name is Ellie Williams, currently seventeen years old, and… I’m immune too. I got bit when I was fourteen, and I guess… I’m still waiting for my turn to change.”

Ellie goes over her full story, leaving you and Joel the time and space to gaze at her the same way two proud parents would at their child. You suppose you do feel maternal towards Ellie, and right now, with all the ups and downs, it does feel like the three of you are a family.

Joel squeezes your thigh to make you attentive, nodding at you to follow him in the kitchen.

“What?” you ask him.

He falters, seemingly gathering his composure. You’re nothing if not eased when you see him smiling in the slightest as he strokes your hand.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he tells you. “With me.”

You can’t help but smile too. “And I’m glad your little stunt didn’t work out.”

Joel moves his index over the scar at his temple, shuddering. It feels like many lifetimes ago that he decided to end things on his own accord, and every day for the past several weeks he’s been thankful he hasn’t succeeded. Every day he gets to hold you, kiss you and be with you he’s thankful. And each time he looks at Ellie and hears her laugh, has her close, he’s more thankful that he’s still here.

But you know Joel’s words aren’t out of the blue or random. They carry deep meaning, the weight of the real words he wishes he could say flat out. You appreciate it nonetheless. More importantly, you understand it and reciprocate it tenfold.

“I’m glad you’re here, too,” you smile and peck his lips.

“All done,” Ellie announces, awkwardly following you two into the kitchen.

“You’re gonna have to get used to this at some point.”

“I did. I just—don’t wanna interrupt bigger moments.”

“Lord, I hope not.”

Joel’s words make you both chuckle, filling the kitchen with crystal clear sounds, pure and innocent.

It’s the happiest his house has been in forever, and he thinks this is what being at peace—as much as the environment allows—feels like.

“Hang on to that,” you tell Ellie when she goes to hand you the recorder. “You’re the younger one.”

“Do you think they’ll be useful someday?”

“Maybe. Maybe the next generation will have more immune people. If there’s two of us, something must be happening. Like you said, people should know there is always a shred of hope for anything and anyone.”

Joel keeps you close to him, his eyes alternating between you and Ellie.

Yes, this is what being at peace must feel like.

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Hwang Hyunjin x Thick female reader

Word count: 7.1k

Synopsis: You're floating on cloud nine when you find out the sorority that lives to torment you has come under fire by Hyunjin's frat and the school. Of course the sisters blame you. Is what seemed to be a set up on your behalf actually karma and Pi's just desserts or did someone set this wheel in motion for you?

A/N: Wow. You guys this is it. The final part of the thick reader series. There have been times that I have been tired and frustrated and not pleased with my work but there have also been times that I've read paragraphs written out about how one of these stories touched someone, made someone feel seen, understood, that it was a story they could actually immerse themselves in because the main character had similar insecurities. Just, the good way way out weighed the bad is what I'm getting at. Anyway I'll stop rambling. I hope you all enjoy this final part, if you do please like, comment, reblog hit my ask box what ever. I love to hear from you all about these stories especially. As always warnings and smut below the cut!

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MDNI! Cursing and strong language, oral sex (m&f recieving), deep throating, unprotected piv sex (please use condoms), cream pie. I think that covers everything. If I missed something please let me know and I'll add it to the list. It's late I very well may have missed something.

The day after the party you woke up next to Hyunjin perfectly content. The Pi sisters may have won the majority of the battles during your time in university, but you clearly had won the war. Whether they knew it or not didn’t matter to you. You were happy laying there with Hyunjin and THAT was all that mattered to you. Being happy with in incredibly kind and gorgeous man is the best revenge you could ever hope for. You propped yourself up on an elbow resting your head on your hand and watched him sleep for a minute. He was so insanely beautiful. You started to trace your finger along the bridge of his nose gently. His nose twitched a bit, then he settled, still asleep. Your finger traced along his brow, down his nose again and then softly glided across his lips. He took a sharp breath in and jumped a little when he woke up, then he saw you and smiled with his eyes still half closed pulling you close and wrapping you in his arms again. 

“I could really get used to waking up to that beautiful face. Good morning.” His voice was low and groggy from sleep still. You kissed his pouty lips. 

“Good morning.” You giggled as he started to kiss your cheek and then down your neck and shoulder. You could feel his warm mouth leaving a trail of kisses and you let out a breathy moan when his teeth grazed your soft flesh. You could feel yourself getting more excited with every kiss and nibble. Even after the three times you had fucked the night before you wanted more of Hyunjin and him of you. Alas the whole reason you were even awake at that hour was because you had a class that day. So you had to pump the breaks. 

“Hyunjin mmm Hyun...fuck.” You were having trouble forming words the more you felt his pillowy lips touch you, then his hands started to explore your soft body inching closer and closer to where you wanted him most. 

Hyunjin-ah, I have... I havea classmmm... have... haveta get up.” You could feel his lips form a pout on your neck as his hands ceased their journey. 

“You haaave to?” You laughed as he nuzzled closer locking his arms and legs around you. 

“Unfortunately, it’s a very important class that I need to pass. Most of his testing is based on his lectures so you don’t go you don’t know.” Hyunjin huffed and loosened his grip on you. You kissed his nose. 

“Thank you.” You started to get up and he pulled you down for one last passionate kiss. 

“I’ll head out so you can get ready.” He got up and started getting dressed then walked over to you. He cupped your face and kissed you sweetly. 

“Have a good class today beautiful. Text me later when you’re free?” You nodded smiling like an idiot but no more than Hyunjin was. At least the feeling was mutual. 

“Bye Hyunjin.” He waved goodbye as he walked out of your room towards your front door. You quickly showered and got ready for class. Meanwhile Hyunjin was driving back home to take a shower and fall back into bed still wore out from your marathon the night before. Just when he was about to drift off to sleep Hyunjin’s fraternity brother, Jisung, knocked as he was coming in at the same time. 

“Hwang? Where have you been all night? Have you heard?” Hyunjin looked up at Jisung through his sleepy eyes. 

“I was... with a girl.” Jisung smirked. 

“It’s not like you to hook up. Was it that girl with you at the party last night?” Hyunjin nodded. 

“Yea and it wasn’t just a hook up.” Jisung nodded putting up his hands in defense. 

“Got it got it chill. Any way did you guys leave before the shit hit the fan?” Hyunjin shrugged.  

“We’ll I’m not sure was it before you and I delt with the douche bags or after Pi tried to humiliate my date?” Jisung looked shocked. 

“Pi did what?!” Hyunjin sat up.  

“Yea Riyah and Lynn I’m sure the others were in on it too. They told her my asking her out was just a joke between all of us. Add to that, you remember pool girl I told you about second year?” Jisung nodded. 

“Yea that was y/n. They left her in the pool in the middle of the day.” Jisung ran his hand down his face. 

“Naked.” He finished his sentence, he had remembered, Hyunjin nodded. 

“Well, that’s really it for them then, the last strike.” Hyunjin was confused. 

“What do you mean that’s it for them.” Jisung shrugged. 

“Their sorority has been on probation with the school for allegations of hazing, harassment, and discrimination. They’re coming up for review to decide if they get to remain a sorority and to see if their affiliation with our house will continue or be revoked. You know Delta has a zero-tolerance policy for shit like that. So, with the probation, what happened last night, and what they did to your girl, that’s it.” Hyunjin suddenly realized he might have said too much and tried to back petal a little.  

“I’m telling you right now dude, she won’t make a report or statement about it. She never did her freshman year, and she won’t now. What else did Pi do last night?” Jisung shook his head, Hyunjin could tell he was irritated by the thought alone. 

“We saw a few girls leave upset and crying after being seen with some of the sisters. We asked the sisters what happened, and they said they didn’t know. One of the girls came back for her friend and when Chan saw her, he pulled her aside and asked if she was okay. Turns out the sorority sisters were telling some of the girls that we were throwing a ‘Pig Party’ and that’s why they had been invited. Needless to say, when Chan found out he was furious.” Hyunjin was shocked that they were so brazen to pull shit like that right under their noses. 

“He kicked all the sisters out of the party, made an announcement apologizing for Pi and everyone went back to partying, but I knew it wouldn’t be the last of it. Sure enough posted on the bulletin this morning was notice of Pi’s review, Chan works fast. I don’t think it’s going to matter much if your girl makes a complaint or not. I’m pretty sure Chan’s already made up his mind on our end. Even if the school lets Pi slide their ties to our house are cut.” Hyunjin usually checked the board every time he came home but he hadn’t even looked at it when he came in, he had been so tired. Now he was wide awake trying to figure out how to tell you this was happening. He decided he needed to find you, tell you before you found out any other way. Things could look bad if he wasn’t the one to explain what was going on. 

You, of course, were in your class listening to the most mind-numbing lecture trying not to think about Hyunjin and his lips and his body and his... You were pulled from your thoughts when one of the doors to the lecture hall opened. In walked two faces that you were not pleased to see. Riyah and Lynn. They made their way up to the professor, sweet expressions plastered on their perfectly contoured and highlighted faces. 

“What can I do for you ladies, you’re interrupting my class.” They both eyed you and then focused back on your teacher. 

“Sorry professor it’s actually an emergency and we need to escort y/n to the dean.” Your guts dropped. What the hell were they up to? The professor looked up at you. 

“Go ahead Ms. y/l/n I’ll send an audio file of today's lecture just this once.” You hesitated. The teacher spoke up again when you didn’t make a move to leave with the girls. 

“Well now, go on don’t leave the man waiting, I’m sure he’s quite busy.” You nodded, finally grabbing your things and bowing as you headed out the door with the other two girls close behind. You didn’t want to cause a scene in class, so you just left with them, but you weren’t an idiot; you weren’t going to just blindly go wherever they wanted you to. The first hall you came across you ducked down trying to get away from the sisters. Unfortunately, you chose one of the dead-end halls that lead back towards the custodian’s office and supply room. The girls followed you down the hall. Both of them approached you and shoved you against the wall. Lynn was in your face almost nose to nose. 

“Listen up bitch, you’re fucking with the wrong house. Do you know who my father is?” You internally rolled your eyes. Of course, you did, everyone did, she made it known on a regular basis. It was also what kept her out of trouble most of the time. Evidently not this time and whatever was going on you were being blamed. 

“You thought you could just tattle to Chan and that we wouldn’t take action? You’re going to retract your allegations or else the things you called torture will look like a cakewalk. Got it!?” Chan? Statement? What were they talking about? The sisters had heard that a girl they had been torturing told Chan about what they had been doing to her, that was why they were booted from the party and up for review. Lynn shoved you against the wall again hard just as Hyunjin was walking past. When he saw you, he stopped. 

“What the fuck is going on here?” The girls instantly turned on their sweet faces feigning innocence, but Hyunjin wasn’t buying it. He was focused on your face which was downcast. Tears were collecting in your eyes threatening to spill over. 

“You...” He was almost at a loss for words he was so furious. 

“This is exactly why you’re coming up for review, shit like this.” Your head popped up when he said that. How did Hyunjin know already? He walked past the two girls and grabbed your hand leading you out of that hall. You walked out of the building and you both got in Hyunjin’s car and headed towards your apartment. When you got home you kicked your shoes off and immediately turned the kettle on for some tea. There was a tense silence hanging in the air. It had been there the whole car ride and the elevator ride up. Finally, you were the one who broke it. 

“You knew about their review?” You looked upset still, Hyunjin wasn’t sure how to respond he did know but only because Jisung had just told him. To you his hesitation spoke volumes. You turned to him. 

“I told you. I told you I didn’t want to retaliate. That I didn’t want to be Edmond in our story.” Hyunjin shook his head. 

“No, I didn’t...” You shook your head. 

“You told Chan, you told Chan and now they think I told him and are gunning for me even harder than before.” Hyunjin tried to get a handle on the situation. 

“The review, I had-” 

“I think you should leave. I... I need time to process things.” He was starting to panic. You misunderstood him completely. 

“Bab-” You put up a hand and he stopped. 

“Please... Hyunjin please.” You were tired and stressed. He didn’t want to add to it. He needed to give you the time you asked for. Hyunjin frowned and nodded. He walked over, kissed your cheek, and saw his way out without another word. It was so hard for you to do. You knew whatever Hyunjin told Chan, it was because he cared but he should have listened to your wishes. Not only that but now the sisters had a legitimate reason to target you. You decided you would go talk to Chan the next day. See if you could get yourself off Pi’s radar once and for all. 

The next day after your classes you went to the Delta house and knocked. When Hyunjin opened the door, his eyes went wide with surprise. 

“y/n! Oh my god I’m so glad you’re...” He reached out to pull you into a hug and you stopped him. You still were upset that he’d told Chan. Seeing the frown on his face you felt conflicted, you were upset but you weren’t trying to hurt him either, so you leaned in and kissed his cheek. 

“I’m here to talk to Chan.” Hyunjin gave you a small smile and nodded. 

“Of course, uh, I’ll let him know you’re here.” Hyunjin called up the stairs for Chan who came running down them not even two minutes later. 

“Oh hi! You’re Hyunjin’s friend that I met at the party the other night, y/n right?” You nodded smiling at the outgoing man. 

“Yes and the party is kind of the reason I’m here.” Chan’s face morphed into worry. 

“Whatever Hyunjin told you Lynn did it wasn’t...what I mean is Pi isn...” You stopped. Chan looked confused and then what you were saying clicked. 

“Oh God did Pi do something to you too?” It was your turn to be confused now. 

“Wha-? I... Didn’t Hyunjin tell you?” Chan shook his head no and you turned to Hyunjin. 

“I was trying to tell you yesterday; I had mentioned what happened to Jisung but they had already made the decision for the review. I told him you wouldn’t want to report anything. He said it wouldn’t matter, with or without your statement the wheels were already in motion, so he and I never told Chan about it.” You felt awful you had jumped to conclusions without even giving Hyunjin a chance to explain. 

“Hyunjin... I’m, I’m so sorry.” He shook his head and hugged you.  

“You have nothing to be sorry for. You told me you needed time and then you heard me out. There’s nothing wrong with that.” You shook your head. 

“I accused you of doing something you didn’t do...” He pressed his plush lips against yours and you blushed profusely since Chan, who was smirking, was still standing right there. 

“There now all is forgiven.” You gave Hyunjin a serious look and he smiled back at you, his dimples popping out and his eyes morphing into little crescents. 

“What? Kisses fix everything. Didn’t your mom ever kiss your boo boos?” You couldn’t help but smile. Chan cleared his throat reminding the two of you that he was still standing there.  

“y/n? Why are you so adamant about not making a statement against Pi?” Chan asked and you explained your Count of Monte Cristo conversation you’d had with Hyunjin. He nodded. 

“I agree completely but let me ask you this, would you feel the same about the situation if it were guys doing these things to someone? What if a girl was sexually harassed? If it’s another girl that makes it okay?” You shook your head. 

“Well, no not in those scenarios of course not.” Chan shrugged his shoulders. 

“What’s different about your scenario aside from the fact that you’re the victim?” You didn’t have a rebuttal and Chan looked at you knowingly. 

“I’m not saying set them up or get even but there’s nothing wrong with telling someone with authority what’s going on when you’re being harassed, I don’t want them to be able to do this to anyone else, do you?” You shook your head. 

“Then please, come to the review hearing tomorrow, stand up to them. That doesn’t make you Edmond in your story, it doesn’t.” You pressed your lips together still apprehensive.  

“I’ll think about it Chan.” He smiled and nodded. 

“That’s all I ask. I’m gonna go finish preparing for tomorrow. See you guys!” You waved goodbye to Chan as he ran back up the stairs. It was only you and Hyunjin left standing there.  

“I’m sorr-” His lips silenced you. He pulled away and pressed his forehead to yours. 

“Please don’t apologize. I understand why you thought what you did, it was why I was walking by when I saw you, Lynn, and Riyah. I knew how it might look, I tried to get to you first, but I guess Pi was faster.” You could hear the regret in his voice. You pressed your lips to his again, tilting your head and opening your mouth, allowing his tongue to tease you. He thread his fingers through your hair and deepened the kiss. He nibbled at your bottom lip and your whole body started to buzz in excitement. Just then three of Hyunjin’s frat brothers, Changbin, Jisung, and Minho, all of whom you met at the party the other night, came walking in. 

“Oh shit. Uh sorry.” Changbin apologized for the group. Your face burned and Hyunjin excused the two of you. 

“No problem guys, we were just about to head out. I’ll see you all later.” Hyunjin playfully slapped a couple of the guys on the back as he passed, then they all gave you a small bow and smiled as you followed. You nodded to them and hurried behind Hyunjin, still embarrassed being caught by them. When you both got outside Hyunjin turned to you. 

“How’d you get here?”  

“I rode the city bus, it’ll come by again her-” Hyunjin scoffed 

“Yea I think not. I’ll take you home.” You smiled. 

“You don’t have to.” He nodded. 

“I know but I want to.” You smirked and cocked your eyebrow at him. 

“I’ve got a lecture to listen to, no... distractions.” Hyunjin laughed and feigned offence. 

“Yahh! What do you... that’s not why I offered thank you very much!” You smiled and kissed him. 

“I know baby.” You turned and walked towards his car. Hyunjin did as he said he would and drove you home opting to kiss you goodbye in the car, at least that’s what he called the twenty-minute make out session you had. When you both were finally able to pry your lips off the other’s, you went inside and Hyunjin left. You had hunkered down at your desk and tried to focus on the lecture your professor had been kind enough to send you a copy of, but you kept thinking about all the things Pi had done to you over the years and the conversation you had with Chan. What he said made sense, it did, but it didn’t mean it was going to be an easy decision for you still. When you looked at the clock again it was passed midnight. So much for no distractions, you told yourself. You turned off your lecture and climbed into bed hoping to get some rest and have a clear mind to make your decision the next day. 

It was the day of the review hearing and sleep had done nothing to help you make your decision. You still weren’t sure what to do. While you had a whole internal debate the upper-class men of Delta house, Chan, Minho, Changbin and Hyunjin all got ready to go to the hearing. Since they were the acting counsel of their house it was mandatory for them to be there because of Delta’s ties to Pi. Chan had a thick file of all the complaints and statements from other girls Pi had tormented all too scared to make a statement in person. Chan hoped you would come; it would be better for them to hear it straight from the source. Things went back and forth for quite a while, each statement Chan read off, Pi would have some excuse for. It was infuriating Chan because it was starting to look like they might just get away with all of it. Then the back set of double doors opened, and you walked in. Everyone’s head turned in your direction, Chan and Hyunjin’s faces lit up and the Pi girls looked angry but worried. As they should have been because you had decided not to let these girls hurt anyone else, you had decided to make a statement. The man sitting in the middle of the head table, who you knew to be the dean of the school addressed you. 

“Young lady are you misplaced?” You shook your head. 

“No sir I’m here to personally give my statement against the sorority Pi.” He pressed his lips together and looked at the Pi girls who no longer looked as confident. The dean motioned for you to step forward. 

“Please proceed Ms.?” You bowed as you stepped forward 

“y/l/n, y/n y/l/n.” He smiled at you. 

“Please proceed Ms. y/l/n.” You thanked him. You had difficulty trying to figure out where to start. You looked over at Hyunjin who smiled brightly at you. 

“My freshman year as rush week approached, I heard about the prestigious Pi. I was new here and wanted to make friends, so I rushed for Pi. Instead of building bonds of sisterhood like I was led to believe would be happening, I was forced to do a multitude of humiliating tasks to even be considered for entry. They did it to all the girls but for some reason they singled me out especially for the worst tasks. I withdrew my application to join after an embarrassing pool incident. Thankfully Mr. Hwang had come along and kindly helped me when I needed it.” The dean looked over at Hyunjin and he nodded confirming your story. You continued. 

“Apparently, they weren’t pleased with my withdrawal, so they started targeting me wherever they saw me, at times seeking me out. They spread rumors about me having diseases, dumped things on me, cut my hair, pushed and tripped me every chance they got and so much more. I wasn’t even safe from them at my dorm and eventually had to move to off campus housing so that I wasn’t tormented constantly.” You started to get a little teary-eyed thinking back and realizing how much you had let them get away with. Chan was right this wasn’t revenge or getting even this was doing the right thing.  

“Sir there are so many things I could stand here and list off that these ladies have done to me over the last three years, but I think you get the jist with the examples I’ve given.” He nodded in agreement. 

“Thank you, Ms. y/l/n please have a seat and we’ll continue.” You went and sat by Hyunjin, he grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it. He was so proud of you for doing what you’d just done. The dean looked over at the Pi girls all of which were fidgeting and nervous. It wasn’t so easy to come up with an excuse when the accuser was right there to refute what they said. 

“Would any of you ladies like to make a statement pertaining to Ms. y/l/n's accusations?” Lynn stood up quickly as if she were going to deny it or make an excuse, but she sat back down just as quickly. The dean nodded. 

“I see. Well then it seems there is no other choice to make. Ladies of the sorority Pi, your house and sorority will be dissolved and any affiliation to the Delta fraternity will be revoked. You ladies have a month to get your affairs in order and find alternative housing.” The girls all looked shocked and angry.  

“That’s not fair!” Lynn’s voice sounded over the mumbling of the others. The dean looked at her. 

“Step forward young lady.” She did so. 

“You had an opportunity to refute her allegations and did not, so that means the things she said, you did in fact do, yes?” Lynn stood there silently which was answer enough. 

“What’s not fair is for a young lady just trying to get an education and make friends to be tormented by the very girls she tried befriending. Now considering you physically assaulted Ms. y/l/n we could also involve the police and have grounds for expulsion, so think the punishment is not only fair but rather lenient. Wouldn’t you say young lady?” Lynn quietly nodded. 

“With that ladies and gentlemen, I do believe we can call this review done. Thank you everyone, you’re dismissed.” You all stood to leave and Hyunjin pulled you into a tight hug. 

“I’m so proud of you.” When he let go you noticed Chan standing there behind you still. You turned to him and smiled. 

“You were right Chan standing up to them doesn’t make me Edmond, thank you for showing me that.” Chan nodded and smiled back. 

“Hey, I just opened the door, you chose to walk through. We were dying until you came in so really, I should be thanking you.” You gave Chan a hug which surprised him but then he hugged you back chuckling. He turned to Hyunjin.  

“You guys coming back to the house with us?” Hyunjin looked at you. It had been a stressful day you were ready to just relax. Hyunjin shook his head. 

“No, I think I’m gonna get her home. I’ll see you guys later though.” Chan gave Hyunjin a high-five pulling him in for a hug, then him, Minho and Changbin all headed out. Hyunjin walked you to his car and opened the door smiling at you as you got in. He slid into the driver’s seat then both of you buckled up and headed towards your apartments. When you got there Hyunjin pulled in and parked. 

“D-do...” Why were you so nervous to ask him to come up? Hyunjin grabbed your hand and took it in both of his. You looked up at him and when he smiled it relaxed you. 

“Do you want to come upstairs?” His smile grew wider, and his dimples made an appearance again. He nodded. 

“I’d love to.” Hyunjin got out, opened your door. He wrapped his arm around your waist as you walked into your apartment building. You were walking up to the elevator when you both saw the sweet old lady that lived up the hall from you standing and waiting. She saw you and Hyunjin approaching and smiled brightly at you. 

“Well, it’s lovely to see the two of you again.” You smiled and Hyunjin bowed. 

“It’s wonderful seeing you again too ma’am” He looked down and noticed some bags around the lady's feet. 

“Are these your groceries? Here let me...” He started to grab the bags and she protested. 

“Oh, now you don’t need to do that.” He shook his head. 

“It’s no trouble we’re going the same direction besides my mom would have my hide if she saw me let a beautiful lady carry her own groceries.” The old lady playfully slapped his arm but allowed him to assist her with the bags. When the doors opened Hyunjin allowed you and the neighbor lady to get on first. You pressed the button to your floor and the doors closed. Hyunjin had insisted on dropping the bags in her kitchen, which he did. While he was setting the bags down the old lady leaned into your ear. 

“Well, I do believe you’ve found yourself a keeper young lady.” You smiled and nodded. 

“I do believe you’re correct ma’am.” You both started laughing as Hyunjin walked back towards the two of you. 

“You two swapping gossip?” He said with a quirked eyebrow. You both continued laughing. You grabbed Hyunjin’s hand and pulled him towards the front door. 

“Something like that. Have a good night, ma’am!” You called back to her as you pulled Hyunjin towards the hall. She waved you off and you closed the door before you and Hyunjin made your way down to your own apartment. You unlocked the door letting Hyunjin in first, you closed it behind you and suddenly Hyunjin felt arms wrapped around his midsection, your face and body pressed against his back. He rested his hands on your clasped hands in front of him. You took a deep breath and hummed a little. 

“How are you so kind and so beautiful. It’s not fair.” You pouted and Hyunjin laughed. 

“Easy, I learned from you.” You laughed now and Hyunjin turned around wrapping his arms around you. 

“Really y/n you’re amazing you know? What you did today, standing up and telling that review panel what happened, preventing it from happening to anyone else. That took guts and I’m so insanely proud of you.” Hyunjin cupped your cheek and kissed you softly. He started to pull away, but you grabbed his face and held it in place as you deepened the kiss. Hyunjin pulled your soft body flush against his and your fingers wove through his hair as the kiss became more desperate by the second. Hyunjin’s lips only parted from yours when they started to trail down your neck. The way his full lips felt against your skin was exquisite. You gasped when he gently raked his teeth across your shoulder. 

“Hyunjin...” You whined. 

“Don’t tease me. Want you.” You claimed his lips again as you started to pull him towards your bedroom while unbuttoning the white shirt he’d worn especially for the review hearing. 

“I won’t tease you baby.” Hyunjin pulled his shirt off then started to pull your dress up over your head, removing it and leaving you standing there in your white lace panties and bra. Hyunjin took in your figure, and you blushed as his eyes roamed your full body. You wanted to cover yourself but then Hyunjin licked his lips biting his bottom one between his teeth. 

“Fuck you really are beautiful you know?” You shied away, and you shook your head no. 

“Well, I'm gonna keep showing you until you do.” Hyunjin led you towards your bed and had you lay back then crawled on top of you placing chaste kisses here and there up your body. He pulled one of the cups of your bra down and took your nipple into his warm mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around it. He pulled the other cup down and sucked on that nipple as well until it was hard and sensitive to the touch. Hyunjin pulled the straps of your bra down as you pulled your arms out so it was around your midsection and he worked his way down your body. He bit the cute bow on your panties and started to place soft kisses on the insides of your soft thighs each one closer and closer to where you ached for him to be. Hyunjin pulled your panties over your ass and down your legs, tossing them and then slid his tongue through your folds, savoring you before diving in and going at you like a starved man. You grabbed his hair gently. 

“Ffffuck Hy-Hyunjin god that feels so good!” He hummed and doubled his efforts which had your hips canting up forcing Hyunjin to spread his big hand across your tummy. 

“Hold still or I might just have to tie you up baby.” He chuckled but you clenched around nothing at his words. Hyunjin of course noticed. 

“Oh? I’ll file that away for a future conversation for now I’m content to make you cum on my tongue.” Hyunjin started going down on you with fervor again and you did your best to keep your movement down to a minimum, squirming under his lips and tongue. You could feel the crescendo to your orgasm. 

“Baby baby I... I’m gonna cum!” Hyunjin grabbed hold of your thick thighs, pulling you closer as he practically growled with excitement sending you teetering over the edge. His grip on you remained tight as he gave you sweet little kitten licks while you started to return to your body. 

“So good, fuck you taste so good beautiful, think you can give me one more?” He didn’t wait for your answer before he started to gently suck on your clit then softly lick it. He had devoured you the last time, this time he was savoring you. 

“Hyunjin-ahmmm oh my god yes! Fingers please f-fingers.” He hummed and slid two of his fingers inside you, pumping them slowly in and out. He came up for air. 

“Let me take you there, let go for me baby, cum for me.” His fingers still slowly, gently, fucking you deep. He leaned back down and continued to savor every bit of you. Your first orgasm was a buildup this one hit you like a Mack truck. Hyunjin’s arms wrapped around your thighs preventing you from moving too much. You shuddered and your toes curled as he softly made out with your pussy then those sinfully plump lips made their way up your body leaving a fiery trail of goosebumps behind them. 

“Fuck you are so gorgeous.” You laid there speechless, breathless, and flushed. He smiled and kissed your cheeks, once on each side. 

“You still with me.” You giggled and shook your head letting out a big breath. You pulled him down into a passionate kiss as you worked at the button of his pants, reaching in and grabbing his cock. He closed his eyes and bit his lip as you started to gently stroke him in his pants. 

“Who’s teasing now?” You smirked.  

“Well then take them off.” You both laughed. Hyunjin got off you long enough to lose the pants and boxer briefs he’d had on before climbing on top of you again. You licked your palm and grabbed him more firmly this time, stroking him faster. Hyunjin buried his head in the crook of your neck. 

“Feels so good y/n. Your fingers wrapped around my cock feel s-so good.” He kissed you and you hummed then whispered against his kiss swollen lips. 

“I think my mouth would feel even better.” Hyunjin laughed but quickly stopped when you ran the tips of your fingers over his balls. He sucked in a quick breath as you started to fondle him. You whispered again this time against his ear. 

“Lay back for me baby. Let me make you feel good now.” Hyunjin wanted to complain when you took your hand off him, but he knew it would soon be replaced by something that was going to feel a hundred times better than your hand. He rolled off you and sat with his back against the headboard. You crawled up between his legs and his cock got harder the closer you came to wrapping those sweet lips around him. 

“Oh fuck, suck me beautiful, please!” You grabbed him again and started stroking him.  

“You want me to suck on this?” Hyunjin nodded. 

“Yes, please fuck.” You didn’t make him wait any longer. You took him in your mouth and started swirling your tongue around the tip. Hyunjin leaned his head back against the headboard. 

“Yes, god yes.” He gripped your hair keeping it pulled up and away so he could see you taking his cock deeper and deeper. When the tip of his dick hit the back of your throat it made a wet sound and you gagged a little. You stroked his cock as you caught your breath.  

“Does it feel good baby?” Hyunjin nodded aggressively. 

“Fuck yes! Do you think you can deep throat it again baby?” You nodded, smiling a mischievous smile. You took him back into your mouth and immediately took him as far as you could gagging, your spit coating his cock, his hands gripping your hair, his hips wanting to move, wanting to thrust and fuck your throat. You gagged yourself with his dick more as you started to fondle him again and Hyunjin thought he might blow right there. You pulled off him again breathless, stroking him. Hyunjin pulled you up so you were straddling his thighs and started to kiss you, his fingertips tracing every inch of your body. 

“Sit on my cock beautiful, ride me ‘til you cum sweet thing.” You bit your lip and nodded as Hyunjin lined his dick up with your entrance. You slowly slid down, taking him inch by inch, savoring the stretch you felt when Hyunjin was inside you. When your thick ass rested against his thighs you rolled your hips. You don’t know who moaned louder what you do know is it set Hyunjin off. He gripped your hips and made you grind against him. It was messy and raw, his cock stayed buried deep inside you as he pushed and pulled against your full hips making you ride him faster. 

“Oh OHOH my god Hyunjin fuck! S-so d-deep ssso ddeep FUCK!” He worked you against him faster, your clit pressed firmly against his pelvic muscles sending you racing towards your third orgasm of the night. Your muscles all tensed, and you threw your head back as Hyunjin helped work you through your climax. As soon as your breathing evened somewhat, he leaned forward laying you back, your legs were now open and pressed into the mattress. Hyunjin held you down and rolled his hips as fucked you harder. 

“God damn so fucking wet for me beautiful. So wet, feels so good.” You gripped Hyunjin’s hair and pulled him down into a bruising kiss as he continued to fuck you deeper, harder. You gently pulled on his hair pulling his head back enough to speak. 

“Cum for me Hyunjin, fuck wanna feel you... God! Please!” Hyunjin held you close his forehead pressed against yours letting out little pants of breath before moaning as he came inside you. 

“Oh god y/n, baby I’m coming, fuck!” Hyunjin rolled his hips into yours slower and softer as he filled you. He slumped down on top of you as he started to soften inside you. You grunted and nudged him laughing. 

“You’re heavy, come on, ugh, off!” He laughed as you struggled but then climbed off you and rested beside you in the bed, eyes already heavy. You pushed his hair out of his face and kissed his forehead. 

“I’m gonna shower.” He nodded eyes completely closed now. 

“Okay baby. I’ll go next.” You smiled and chuckled to yourself knowing as soon as the door clicked closed, he would be out for the count. You washed up and the hot water felt good on your body. After you were all cleaned up and dry you threw on a night gown and climbed into bed with Hyunjin who, as you suspected, was sleeping deeply. He’d rolled to his back and had one arm draped over his eyes. You curled up close to him and, even asleep, as soon as he felt your body next to him he pulled you in close and spooned you. He took a deep breath of your freshly washed and dried hair and squeezed you a little tighter, your soft body pressed firmly against his and he mumbled something. 

“Hmm? What did you say?” You turned your head a little so you could hear him better. You didn’t think he had woken up. 

“Strawberries,” You laughed he was definitely still asleep. He kept mumbling about strawberries until you turned in his arms and placed a soft kiss to his pouty lips. He smiled softly, took a deep breath and seemed to settle. You nuzzled in close to his chest and closed your eyes, just as content if not more than the last time you had been there. 

You were pacing the living room of you and Hyunjin’s shared apartment. You were back and forth on how you would tell him, or if you should even tell him. Eventually he was gonna figure it out. Still, it would be best to hear it from you rather than just springing things on him. You were nervous. You didn’t think he’d be angry, but you never thought to ask about his opinion on the matter either. When Hyunjin got home you greeted him by the door which was unusual.  

“Hey baby, miss me?” He chuckled and kissed your cheek as you nervously laughed along. 

“I always miss you.” He nodded in agreement. 

“I always miss you too baby.” He softly kissed your lips. 

“Uh Jinnie... I uh... well there’s something I need to talk to you about...” Hyunjin only noticed then that you were antsy and the use of the pet name was usually to soften an incoming blow.  

“Okay baby... iiis everything okay?” You nodded heading into the living room and Hyunjin followed. 

“I think it would be best if you sat down.” That made Hyunjin incredibly nervous. 

“Are you sure everything is okay?” You nodded again. 

“Mmhmm yea.” He scoffed as he sat down. 

“That was not convincing, what’s wrong?” You shook your head as you sat next to him. 

“Really baby it’s not a big deal, I just...” You held his hands and looked at him seriously. 

“Look just... if you decided you don’t want it, that’s okay. We’ll figure it out if that’s what you want.” Hyunjin was so confused, want what?! Were you saying what he thought you were saying?! You stood up again still holding his hands. 

“Close your eyes and hold your hands out here.” You pulled his hands in front of him palms up and he held them there. He looked at you for a minute, nervous and unsure of what was happening, then closed his eyes. You walked away a minute then came back. When you walked up to him, he held his breath. He still had his eyes closed. He was expecting a little piece of plastic telling him he was going to be a dad but suddenly Hyunjin felt fluff in his hands, he opened his eyes and looked down to find a tiny puppy. He let out a huge sigh of relief and put his hand over his heart. 

“Oh thank god!” You scrunched your eyebrows and Hyunjin noticed your confusion. He chuckled a little as he pet and cooed at the puppy. 

“I thought you were about to tell me you were pregnant.” Your scrunched up face turned into a frown. 

“And that would have upset you, if I was pregnant?” You could feel tears pricking your eyes. Hyunjin stood up setting the puppy down on the couch and holding your face in his hands. 

“I would have been surprised, scared, but never upset. I’m happy where we are right now and later when we’re ready I’ll be thrilled to find out you're carrying our baby. For now, how about we raise this puppy you brought home.” You sniffled and laughed wiping the tears from your eyes and shook your head.  

“He doesn’t have a name I thought we could come up with one together.” You both thought and finally a name came to Hyunjin. 

“How about Edmond, we could call him Eddie for short?” You smiled ear to ear. 

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“Edmond it is.”  

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[btshoseong]

👣. !!: EVENINGS IN NEW YORK WITH YOU ‧₊˚

↺ 💌 ࣪ ˖ ∿ author’s note , @ this actually turned out way differently from what i had initially planned lmao 😭 but i love it either way

SUMMARY : hoseong, jimin and taehyung visit jeongguk in new york for his seven promotions where they celebrate his solo debut.

WORD COUNT : 2.6k words – PAIRING : park hoseong x kim taehyung x park jimin x jeon jeongguk

GENRE : just a lotta fluff and gay – WARNINGS : minors dni , suggestive moments + comments , all of these boys are seriously just lowkey horny tbh , lots of making out , jm was grinding on hs at one point

“Did you tell him we were coming?” Hoseong queries passively, fingers cascading along the fabric of his clothes as he folds and puts them into his bag. A lone strand of dark hair has been settled over his eye for the past minute now, having escaped the clutches of slick hands trying to push his curls back.

Jimin watches him with a curious glint, specifically eyeing the tendril that sways with Hoseong’s light movements. “He’ll find out either way,” The younger states, his voice carrying an airy tease, as if the answer was quite obvious. The older pauses, staring at nothing with concentrated effort, before a noise of realisation escapes his lips, tsking.

“Do you think people are already waiting at the airport? At this time?” He returns back to his former passivity, although the hint of disappointment falls easily in place from the pout on his lips. Jimin understands the sentiment well, reaching his hands out for Hoseong, who guides himself within the comforts of soft palms that caress up his arms, squeezing his biceps and reaching up to cup his cheeks.

Jimin sits on the edge of Hoseong’s bed, pulling his face down at a level that requires the older’s taut muscles to rest on either side of his lithe body, tipping their heads together, searching for that ever increasing lick of closure that burns along the backs of their spines. “He’ll be grateful either way, you know. Don’t beat yourself up over things we can’t control.”

Jimin leans in to place a soft kiss against Hoseong’s lips, comfort driving him to giggle shyly when the older’s hunger overpowers the intimate moment quickly, leaving previous feelings discarded by the foot of the bed. Hoseong nibbles on Jimin’s plush bottom lip, adding weight and pushing himself forward in a way that threatens to collide Jimin’s back against the mattress completely.

Alas, the sweet hum of Hoseong’s front door pulls his attention back into reality, grounding him as he pulls away and stands up straight. It’s only seconds later that Taehyung walks through the doors of the bedroom, pausing, with fingers resting against the cool interior of the frame. His eyes do a series of quick rounds, back and forth between Jimin’s stretched form lying on the bed and Hoseong’s clearly crinkled shirt and swollen lips, tsking lightly. “Yah, do you guys ever quit? We have to leave in, like, ten minutes tops.”

Rolling his eyes, Hoseong holds his hand out with a visible effort to suppress his smile. “Just say you want a kiss, stop complaining, and come here.”

Jimin sits up in the meantime, watching his lovers exchange a childish standoff. Or more so, Taehyung actively huffing, looking towards the hanging painting stationed above the headboard of Hoseong’s bed. “No, who said I want a kiss? I’m saying hurry up. It’s always-”

“Aish, this guy,” Tugging on his arm, Hoseong pulls Taehyung to his chest with a visibly proud smirk, feeling accomplished at the younger’s immediately silenced rant. His thumb lifts to caress Taehyung’s jaw, humming quietly, as if coming to a realisation for an unspoken question. “Such a bratty maknae, hm? It’s only ever you.” He states, shaking his head lightly, teasing. Taehyung pouts, avoiding eye contact until Hoseong simply turns his head back once more. He leans in to place that same kiss he’d previously shared with Jimin, sharing that same eagerness and that same passion, in turn melting Taehyung’s legs into pure jelly as his arms rest on the older’s shoulders, whimpering in defeat.

Hoseong soon pulls away then, brushing his thumb over Taehyung’s swelling lips before urging him Jimin’s way who opens his arms with a loving warmth that Taehyung falls into, kissing him, too, with great adoration. This is how they would always greet each other; one kiss shared between four partners, one of which is currently in New York promoting his first ever solo single. Hoseong, Taehyung and Jimin couldn’t possibly be prouder of their Golden Youngest, and thus they have freed up their individual schedules in order to make time to go see him together. To congratulate him, to spoil him on his special day.

Spritzing himself with a nice hint of Gucci owned perfume, Hoseong moves over to his bag and finishes up by placing the fragrance inside, along with some gum and his charger. The two younger members lay sprawled together on the bed beside him, intertwined legs and arms that drape over each other’s bodies lazily. Hoseong loops his arm through a singular strap of his bag before gliding his hand across the boys’ legs on his way out. “Come on. You can do all of that in the car too.”

The trip to the airport is brimmed with faint whispers. Jimin and Taehyung push Hoseong into the middle of the car seats, sandwiched between two maknaes who swallow him whole with sweet kisses and nuzzles to his neck and cheek. The suddenness of their overloaded affection comes with the halt of group activities, nurturing an ever increasing awareness of deprivation in their hearts when apart from one another — something which is only ever fulfilled again through stolen touches under an oblivious eye.

Unfortunately, all boys are also painfully aware of the other side of the coin; a reality in which marks on skins of gold will not simply be ignored. They know they still need to keep up a professional front for their fans, who call and scream for them as they exit through car doors into Incheon Airport. They follow the usual protocol, bowing sensibly and waving to the people, and posing just outside of the entrance to the terminals before making their way to the flight awaiting their arrival.

A chartered flight leaves them with some time to rest, and upon their landing into LAX Airport, they repeat the same processes on their way out into the cars again.

SOMEWHERE ── IN ── NEW YORK

Slouched along the edge of the car door, Jeongguk’s eyes droop with the passing of city buildings and middle class citizens — a lone body that is accompanied by his producer who taps away on his phone with quiet breaths, almost lulling the maknae to sleep. He was currently on his way to the studio of GMA for his interview, having just finished his live performance for the fans at Central Park. The schedule was packed with promotional material, leaving his adrenaline pumping and body erratic to please.

“Oh, Jeongguk-ah, did you see this?”

On his producer’s phone sits an article confirming Hoseong, Jimin and Taehyung’s departure from Incheon Airport where they had just recently landed in America moments ago. Jeongguk’s eyes widen ever so slightly, grasping the phone in his hand to follow up on the full details.

They were coming here? Wait, they are here? Did they come to see him? Why didn’t they say anything?

“Thanks, hyung. Uh, can you just give me a second?”

As the producer proceeds to nod with a knowing half smile, Jeongguk pulls out his own phone. The screen blooms to life, displaying a picture of himself, and the very hyungs that were currently here in the country, as his ever beloved lock screen. It was taken at his home at exactly midnight on the day of his birth two years ago now. The memory brings reminiscence of the events that had occurred, and Jeongguk’s lips twitch at the simple thought.

With the phone clumsily situated on his dining table, the boys had been splattered with audacious amounts of icing and cake on their faces — a clear result of the inner child which is set free in the presence of mischievous and comforting lovers.

At the bottom on the floor sat his Hoseong hyung, pulling two thumbs up with his cutest smile to date, shirtless somehow and very proud, but his eyes always led him back to a place that held undoubted promise, looking up at his boys with that heart pounding glint in his eyes which would always grab Jeongguk’s attention, like on the first days that they met.

And then, on top of him, pokes his Jimin hyung’s head with arms wrapped lazily around Hoseong’s shoulders, and chin resting on top of his head. He had that pretty eye smile during the picture, something which always drives a longing in the rest of the boys’ chests, manifesting a possessive feeling that Jimin needs to kiss away with added affirmations.

Then there was his Taehyungie hyung, and well, he honestly almost malfunctions a little every time he sees this hyung’s face in the picture. Another reminder of their wide eyed past as rookie idols who knew very little about the industry. Taehyung’s face was a time capsule of his old self, a fluttering feeling that sits at the pit of Jeongguk’s stomach as he eyes the image, and then moves to the head on top of Taehyung’s which is his very own. He was completely enamoured staring down at all of his hyungs. He thinks he might have actually cried at some point after taking the picture, too, but the memories soon begin to make way for new ones as Jeongguk attempts to call Hoseong.

“Hello? This is Seong.”

THE ───── MEETING

Upon the completion of his interview, the car was now gearing towards the hotel in which he’d be staying at for the duration of his time in New York. His initial call to Hoseong had gone something along the lines of the oh-so-funny hyung pretending to pick up an unknown number, even when he’s clearly aware Hoseong saves every single one of his new numbers, no matter how many times he changes it.

“Are you in LA right now? Do you have something scheduled?”

“Oh? Who are you? Why do you know I’m in LA? Are you one of those crazy stalkers?”

In the end, Jeongguk had won triumphantly, finding out Hoseong, Jimin and Taehyung’s business here in America and how they wanted to be the first ones to congratulate their baby boy in person, and though he may not always like being babied, his heart had melted in that one moment, his back lying plush against the leather car seat and holding his phone close, tickling the tip of his twitching nose.

He was already impatient from that point on. He had always been one of the needier partners in their relationship, and so the halt of car wheels couldn’t have come at a sooner rate. Jeongguk is hopping out immediately, way before the engine is killed, and the car is parked properly, because he hasn’t seen his hyungs in almost a week and it’s eating away at the few strands of sanity he has left and— “Yah, what’s the hurry for, hm? Who’s so important that you’re running off to see them?”

Taehyung.

His fingers encase Jeongguk’s waist, holding back from that usual roughness which often leaves light imprints on his golden skin, keeping him at a distance before stepping away. And ah, that’s when Jeongguk recalls that they’re standing outside of a public parking lot, leaving his inner child whiny and desperate to go inside immediately. “Hyung,” He pouts, and it’s enough to earn a sweet smile from Taehyung before he intertwines both of their fingers together.

The producer waves them off, allowing them their privacy as Taehyung leads Jeongguk towards the doors of the elevators. It’s only once they step inside, alone with the hum of the elevator taking them to their designated floor, that Taehyung opens his arms for the maknae to slip into, earning a light purr from the younger. “Missed you. You should’ve told me you were coming.” He mumbles against Taehyung’s chest, nuzzling into it. The older cards his fingers through Jeongguk’s hair, resting his back against the wall with an acknowledging smile.

“We wanted to surprise you. This is the best we could really do with the whole world watching.” He chuckles, soon lifting Jeongguk’s head in order to place a kiss against his lips. Jeongguk basks in the attention the entire way to his hotel room where upon opening the door, he’s greeted with the bodies of his two older hyungs on the couch, making out. Jeongguk is immediately scandalised.

“Yah! Did you come here to just make out with each other or to celebrate my solo debut? You couldn’t have waited until I arrived?”

Jimin purposely ignores the maknae, a small smile visible on his lips as he kisses Hoseong passionately, sat upon his lap and rutting against his body lazily. A single arm of Hoseong’s is strewn across the head of the couch, nails digging into the fabric with a deep grunt, whilst the other attempts to tug Jimin away by his hair. The older succeeds after the second try, catching his breath as he looks over to Jeongguk making his way further inside. Taehyung locks the door behind him.

“Congrats on the new single, my love. Come to hyung.” Hoseong opens his arms wide just as Taehyung had done minutes prior, and Jeongguk, though sulky over Jimin’s obvious teasing, heeds the older’s command and plops himself down beside Hoseong, wrapping his arms around the male’s waist as Jimin moves off of him. Hoseong places a kiss on the crown of his head as he pulls Jeongguk close. “How are you feeling? Was the performance at Central Park what you expected?”

Jeongguk’s eyes droop to a close, holding Hoseong tight. “It was nice to see ARMY, you know? It’s always nice to perform in front of them, and they were so responsive… I really liked it, hyung,” He informs, earning a satisfied hum from Hoseong who caresses his hair. “But we couldn’t do everything. It started to rain, and the weather was getting bad. We had to finish earlier than planned, so that was disappointing. I felt sorry to the ARMYs who were waiting.”

“But you know that’s not your fault, right? Either way, you did very well. We couldn’t be there for the performance, but we watched it together when it aired. You’ve come so far, baby,” Hoseong says, and Jeongguk’s head lifts with a set of cute doe eyes that glint under the artificial lights. Hoseong cups his bread cheeks, squeezing them gently before pulling him into a deep kiss, resulting in the maknae’s tensed muscles which quickly relax as he whimpers quietly, bunching the older’s shirt into his fist.

Jimin approaches a minute later, balancing his weight on his knees as he, too, leans in to caress Jeongguk’s hair, guiding him into another kiss and allowing Hoseong to catch his breath as he watches his two dongsaengs over him. He turns to Taehyung who had been placing his watch and other accessories onto the table by the corner. “Tae, get the alcohol from the fridge?”

With a simple nod, the younger obliges. Here’s to celebrating Jeongguk’s solo single release the fun way.

💬 — HOSEONG’S TAGLIST.

@pandorasword , @ateezsora , @bts-dream , @fairiepoems , @kaitieskidmore97

[a-iya]

Hiii ＼(ﾟ∀ﾟ)／

Sooo what do you think about the Haikyuu! Movie without knowing anime? 😀

(I'm sending this ask to discuss our impressions in the comments (and recommend this series a bit haha)

Have a nice day ♡

hiiii!! i didn't realize this was going to become a full-on essay so 💀 apologies in advance for the long-windedness. i don't blame you if you don't feel like reading all the way through lmao (there is a tl;dr at the end if that's the case)

my sister actually got into haikyuu after S1 (pretty much a decade ago at this point 😭) so i've at least known about it and understood the gist of it for a while now. i myself didn't get into anime until a few years ago though! so i've been slowly building up my watch catalog. normally i like funny animes so haikyuu definitely fits the criteria, but due to the fact that 1) it's a sports anime 2) i have very little interest in sports and 3) there would be a LOT of episodes to catch up on, it's just been sitting in my to-watch list for years lmaooo

as i started to follow more people on tumblr, i also started to see more haikyuu content, so i recognized some characters just by their appearance (hinata [obviously], but also kenma, kageyama, and atsumu miya [the guy with the undercut, who i don't remember seeing in the movie]). but anyway, my sister had been saying she wanted to watch the movie once it came out. and over the weekend, i happened to see a lot of people posting about going to watch the movie so i told her we should go! and so we did!

the movie was so hilarious and i thoroughly enjoyed watching!! the rivalry between the 2 teams was sooo funny. i knew i was going to like the movie, but it did end up being a little bit fast-paced for me cause i basically dived in with like. 0.4 background,,,, like ya girl was strUGgLinG trying to keep up. but that's no one's fault but my own 😔 i was kind of hoping it'd be like the demon slayer mugen train movie (which is actually what got me into anime! but that's besides the point). where the premise would be simple enough that you wouldn't need that much context before watching. i knew the movie would basically be just one really long volleyball game so i figured it would be fine... alas, i was wrong 😭 i don't know the rules of the game or any of the characters/their positions so it was all i could do to just watch and try to understand everything as it was happening ;-;

another thing i wanna mention is that now that i've long since graduated from my "beginner weeb" phase and become a full-on weeb, i'm familiar with a lot of voices and voice actors so it's difficult for me to see new characters and their voice actors (that i already know from somewhere else) as one entity 🤔 i'm not sure if that makes a lot of sense ><

for example: the whole time we were watching the movie, i felt like kenma sounded a lot like yuki kaji (who voices shoto [mha] and eren [aot])?? but also didn't at the same time. it was bothering me the whole 2 hours but i looked it up after it was over and i was right 😩

i also immediately recognized kuro as gojo [jjk]/hawks [mha]/greed [fma]; so kuro wasn't even kuro to me, he was just a volleyball au gojo with a completely different look 😭 i feel like that kind of gets in the way of my viewing experience personally, because i couldn't pause and think about where i know this voice from (like i usually do when i start a new anime). but it bOThERs mE because it's like on the tip of my tongue and my mind caNnOT rEST until i confirm my suspicions 😩

anyway, going in, the only people i knew about were like. hinata and kageyama... and it was surface-level knowledge at best. but i've seen kenma around enough where i recognized his character design so i thought i might like him. and he ended up being super cute!! i loved him, but i also really loved kuro (he is very handsome 🥰) and the tall glasses guy from karasuno. he was funny as fuck. but i'm definitely interested in watching the show to see what other lovable goofs the story has to offer. i'm always on the hunt for more blorbos

tl;dr basically i loved the movie, i thought it was really funny; now i have to actually watch the show so i can really enjoy the experience the movie had to offer. the production was honestly great. my sister wants me to get caught up so we can watch it again while it's still in theaters lmao. we'll have to see about that... the first 2 seasons are 25 eps each and then there are at least a few more seasons (even if they are less eps) after that 💀 when i got into mha last year, i was able to blast through 6 seasons within a week,,, but that costed me 3 full days worth of binge-watching and several work nights to catch up 😩 idk if i can do that again

thank you for the ask and interacting with me 🥺🫶 i know your day just started so i hope it goes well!! have a nice rest of the week also <3

[inbrightshadows]

*pretends it hasn't been like two weeks* 😎 I wanted to wait until I had more written but alas, le writers block. but never mind that, it's turtle baby Jr time 🔫 Sprays you with juice that makes you go read SomeRandomDude's Cas Apocalyptic series because it's very fun and I like it.

[Part 1]

“Hm. Well it’s not on fire,” Donatello says as he steps into the perfectly normal looking kitchen. The younger turtles keep their eyes firmly away from the cabinet Donnie shoved Casey Jr and his containment mug into. Thankfully, Casey seems to be being cooperative and quiet at the moment. Maybe he fell asleep, Leo thinks.

“Pffft of course it’s not on fire. Anyway you wanted coffee? I think April brought us some fancy stuff? I want some too, lets use that.” “M-hm, sounds good…”

Leo ignores the feeling of Donatello’s eyes drilling into the back of his head and opens up a cupboard that doesn’t contain a secret baby mutant nephew turtle. He pulls out the nice coffee April gifted them and starts measuring it into the coffee maker.

Out of the corner of his eye he watches Donatello raise an eyebrow at the cutting boards spread over the counter containing minced up fish meat and a single strawberry.

“Trying a new recipe, Mini-Mikey?” Mikey jolts. Leo is abruptly reminded of something. Donatello is, or was(?), Donnie until the whole apocalypse thing. At the very least he had exactly the same childhood.

Which means he knows exactly which brother to press.

“Oh, uh-uh-” Mikey stutters and squeaks. “I mean- yeah! I was just, y’know, I thought I’d do something a little… different?” Mikey’s head slowly sinks into his shell until only his eyes show. “Well I’ve got no idea what it might be but I’m sure it won’t… disappoint me.”

If you were to hold a lying competition Mikey won't take last place. That honor goes to Donnie followed by Raph. Mikey would sit at a comfortable third with April beating him out for second, leaving Leo to claim the title of Best Liar of his siblings. April and Mikey would tie but Mikey has one significant weakness that lets April beat him out every time. He can't stand to disappoint the people he cares about.

“You would never do something to deliberately disappoint me. Right?” Donatello grins at Mikey, all teeth. Mikey rings his hands together, the rest of his body frozen.

Leo smacks the buttons to set the coffee machine running and bolts to rescue Mikey.

He tries for a smooth slide up to sling an arm over Mikey’s shoulder but a hand catches him by the shell. Donatello lifts him just as effortlessly as Raph ever has, and keeps him there, dangling in the air.

“Mikey.” Donatello sets a heavy hand on Mikey’s  shoulder, sending his head retracting another inch. “Is there something you need to tell me?” he says it with the same voice Dad always does when he’s lying about them not being in trouble. Leo tries desperately to motion for Mikey to not give in- he can still totally salvage this- but it’s too late.

“Ahhhhhhh- DONNIE ACCIDENTALLY TURNED CASEY INTO A BABY TURTLE MUTANT!” Mikey wails. “He what?” Donatello’s head snaps toward Donnie, all but hidden behind a board stiff Raph.  

“You left your lab open!” Donnie sputters, indignant. “My lab- did you touch the test tube on the desk?” “We put him in a mug!” Mikey wails, fully retracting into his shell “A mug. You put him in- Wait.” Donatello looks at their empty hands. A dawning horror grows on his face. “What mug? None of you are holding a mug. Where is the mug?”

Donatello finally drops Leo in favor of whipping around and grabbing Raph by the shoulders. “Where did you put the mug?”

“Uhhhh Donnie shoved it in the cupboards!” “You left him unattended?” Donatello yells, already ripping off cupboard doors. “My kitchen!” Mikey squawks, popping out of his shell and leaping up to hang off Donatello’s arm. “My nephew!” Donatello retorts.

Three cupboards meet their demise before Leo manages to scramble over to the correct one, yank it open, and carefully pick up the mug containing Casey Jr.

“Quit wreaking the kitchen! Look, it’s fine, see?” Leo holds the mug out in two careful hands, one under and one over just in case Casey decides to try and jump again.

Donatello snatches the mug, ignoring Leo’s hissed “Careful!” like he’s heard it a thousand times. He stares down into it, not moving a muscle. Leo doesn’t even think he’s breathing.

“...Ok I know he’s adorable but I think holding your breath is a bit-” “This is the mug you put him in?” “Uh. Yeah?” “This mug right here?” “Well technically Donnie put him in it but-” “This mug, right here, which is empty.”

ehehehehe There's a baby turtle mutant loose in the lair! No one knows what to do, least of all CJ! He's never been in a lair before! [what the vibes of the next part will be like]

[this is where part 5 will someday go, when it will come nobody knows]

[chxpw]

Artist: @hailailai2 on X

Coloring: @ch4mpions on Pinterest

In your arms || Haikaveh

Kaveh’s had the lingering feeling of disaster ever since he and Alhaitham walked out of each other's lives, it never subsiding, just always being there like background noise.

When he and Alhaitham finally connected again, everything seemed to click, all the anxiety going away, until it returned tenfold.

He tends to come home from outings being scared for the day that he missteps and messes everything up again. That he'll come home and Al haitham will be gone. That the house will be empty. That a note will be left telling Kaveh to pack his things and leave.

Today is one of those days, when everything just feels wrong, like he's going to stumble.

He walked into the house they shared, trying his best to not slam the door to not irritate Alhaitham, knowing he doesn't like unnecessary loud noises.

When the blond walked further into the house, he noticed Alhaitham reading a book on the couch as usual, noise canceling headphones on his ears, shutting everything and everyone out, except for one person, Kaveh.

He tried his best to sneak past him to go to his room and work on an unfinished project, but he didn't succeed, the others sharp, assessing eyes snapping towards him.

"Didn't expect for you to return so early." Alhaitham grumbled, having shifted his eyes back down to his book.

"Didn't feel up to it." He murmured, trying his best to keep his voice steady and unwavering, but alas, he failed.

As he replied, he felt tears well up in his eyes, betraying him. The scribe looked up at him, lifting an eyebrow at his glossed over eyes.

"Everything okay? You seem off." Kaveh could have sworn he saw a hint of concern in the male's features for a split second, before being masked with nonchalant.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine, just tired, I'm gonna go work on a project." He quickly retreated to his room before Alhaitham could ask more questions. He watched Kaveh walk off, sighing.

He couldn't hold it back once he got to his room, locking his door and crumbling to the door in sobs, which he was trying his best to silence, he didn't want to get in the way of Al Haitham.

His breathing picked up, breaking out in a sweat, body trembling like a leaf in a storm.

Shit.

He's having a panic attack.

Kaveh tried his best to regulate his breathing, feeling like he's suffocating. This proved to be difficult, only making him feel worse.

As he was doing this, he heard a series of knocks on his door, snapping him out of his anxiety induced stupor.

“Kaveh? Are you okay?” He could hear the scribe exclaim, now, his voice full of worry. No, it probably isn't worry but annoyance, Kaveh has to be mistaking it.

“I'm fine, I'll shut up, I'm sorry.”  He replied, trying to keep his voice steady, as to not annoy his roommate any further.

“You know I can tell you're crying, right?” The man sighed out. Kaveh could hear him rest his head on the door, so the blond could hear him better.

“Can you please open the door, Kaveh?” Al haitham begged, making Kaveh feel guilty, since he could now tell that it actually is guilt in his voice, not annoyance.

The architect got up on shaky legs, unlocking the door and stumbling away from it to sit down on the edge of his bed, realizing that the panic attack had subsided. Did Al haitham’s voice do that?

The gray haired male opened the door slowly, looking at Kaveh with assessing eyes. Kaveh had his face buried in his hands, arms resting on his knees to avoid Al haitham’s gaze.

After a moment he felt the mattress dip, a body settling beside him, wrapping an arm around him, making him freeze.

“Kaveh? Can you look at me?” The blond lifted his head, realizing that the scribe's face was mere inches away from his. He felt his heart skip a beat.

“I'm so sorry.” He tried to bury his face in his hands again but didn't manage to as Al haitham had cupped his cheek with his free hand, rubbing circles on it.

“What are you apologizing for, you did nothing wrong.” Kaveh noted that his gaze was filled with adoration and concern.

“I'm annoying you, aren't i? i'm just a nuisance.” He uttered, feeling tears fill up his eyes again and the panic returning. The scribe's eyes widened, immediately after turning soft, kissing the tip of the blond's nose.

“Kaveh, you could never, and i mean never, annoy me, you're the light of my life, the only thing keeping me going on my darkest days, my missing piece, i could never see you as a nuisance, I love you, so so much, that every time i see you smile, or just see you overall, i feel like my heart is going to explode from adoration.” 

Kaveh’s eyes widened, filling with tears.

“Y-you mean that?” He asked with a trembling voice. Al haitham smiled, wiping away a stray tear with his thumb.

“Of course, I would never lie to you.” He leaned down and kissed his cheek, nuzzling his nose there.

Kaveh could no longer keep it together. He wrapped Al haitham into a tight embrace, breaking down in his shoulder. Al haitham nuzzled his hair, hugging him back and rubbing soothing circles on his back.

“Let it out love, let it all out, I've got you, I will always be there for you, always.”

The next morning when Kaveh woke up, he had an arm lazily slayed over his waist, a nose buried in his hair. There was soft sunlight streaming into the room through the gap in the curtains, painting the room a calming yellow tone. He could hear the bustling life of Sumeru through the crack in the window. It felt like everything and everyone was moving forward, but he and Al haitham were stuck in this soft moment, embracing one another. He liked that idea, staying here in bed with the love of his life. He lifted himself onto his elbows, pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of Al haithams lips, and if he spent the whole time before the scribe woke up gazing lovingly at his features, caressing his face and pressing feather light kisses all over it, then well, that was for only him to know.

A/N: Hey again!! I once again disappeared for a while and I really apologize for that :,)). I really hope ya'll will enjoy this, I've been kinda writing it on and off for like, 2 weeks, and today I finally got it done. The next one shot may be psyborg (Uki Violeta x Fulgur Ovid) but I'll see, anyways, have a nice day, night, morning or whatever it is for you when you're reading this! :D

[crehador]

brother crab's spring 2024 parting thoughts (part 1)

doing this quickly and messily this season because it has been a very messy season for me (how... how did i get 50+ episodes behind at one point)

anyway LOADS OF PHENOMENAL STUFF THIS SEASON although i would not call it flawless sentai daishikkaku is still far and away the anime of the season for me (but more on this in parting thoughts part 2, since its season hasn't finished airing just yet)

THE GREATS

kaijuu 8-gou was so much fun. imo it's a very typical battle shounen (but with an adult lead! fantastic) in that it hits all the beats you would expect a battle shounen to hit, but it hits them well. characters are fun, fights are dynamic, worldbuilding is solid and compelling (not terribly revolutionary, but it doesn't need to be)

it's overall just such a good time. hoshina im lov u. s2 please come soon

boukyaku battery was also phenomenal. easily one of the sports anime of all time. hilarious and riveting. the characters are so good, both as individuals and a team, and their backstories all unfolded so wonderfully. the visuals just get better and better. mappa let your staff rest but also. damn. undeniably good work

and todochi!! todochi forever!!! terrible fucking boyfriends (affectionate)

wind breaker was super solid all around as well, i haven't seen toman myself but i keep hearing that it's like toman if toman were good (lmao i'm so sorry to hear this toman enjoyers, stay strong)

oddly enough i'm not possessed with like... and overabundance of super strong feelings towards the characters, though. they're all really fun to watch, and i definitely plan on continuing the series, but i'm not quite rotating them in my head all the time. still good stuff though

THE GOODS (THE VERY GOODS)

astro note should be in the greats honestly but i'm trying to do three per section in this post, but it was just a delight through and through. there was nothing i didn't enjoy about this. takumi you are such a shit (affectionate)

tadaima okaeri... honestly i'm really happy with this adaptation! not only for voice actor reasons (but yes mostly for voice actor reasons) but like put next to all bl adaptations, this one imo does a lot very, very right

i adore the series itself too, did a quick reread before the series started airing and it really is just so wholesome and sweet. but personally i find it a stronger family (and found family) story than a romance, like where it really shines is its exploration of community and generational trauma despite best intentions. which is i imagine not what many people expect from an omegaverse bl but there it is

yozakura-san chi no daisakusen is continuing on into next season (i forgor) but i think it's pretty solidly made its home in this tier for me. it's a lot of wacky, zany fun, and really a delight to watch every week, but it doesn't really stay on my mind afterwards. so just, good stuff!

THE NOT BADS (OR AT LEAST NOT TERRIBLES)

jii-san baa-san wakagaeru was actually overall really enjoyable to me! lots of really deep, poignant moments, an ending that... i shan't say, and loads of quality humor and sweet family moments

but it came out the gate real strong with a first episode that was rife with grandpafucker jokes so i feel like a lot of people might not have made it to the poignant stuff which, fair enough lol. wouldn't say this is something that can't be missed, but really wasn't bad all told

sasakoi... tragically... had i think a pretty strong start but alas. production issues have reared their head and the animation quality in particular got worse and worse throughout

personally i'm not that much a fan of the drama either. the main relationship is pretty cute, but the drama surrounding them... honestly i just couldn't get invested. but that's solely a personal taste thing

as for re:monster... the less said the better. never in my life have i seen a show that more obviously wanted to be a hentai but wasn't

THE SEQUELS/CONTINUATIONS

obviously dungeon meshi was excellent no one needs me to say anything about that

yuru camp s3... i can understand the criticisms, i can understand not vibing with the new art style. but tbh i personally still enjoyed it immensely, it's still cozy, it's still cute, i couldn't really ask for more

hashira training arc my beloved. i can't really give an unbiased review of this one because i love u genyaaaaaaaaa. and gentaaaaaan. god this was such a good arc for them. anyway

shockingly enough i think that is... all i watched this season? (besides yatagarasu and sentai daishikkaku, but more on those later)

i thought there were more than just these but i don't see anything else in my activity log

so basically EXTREMELY STRONG SEASON aots will be decided in like... 20 hours

[eilinelsghost]

2 for the whole Atandil series, 7 for Grief in All Her Guises, and 15 for In These Holy Waters!!

For this fic writers ask game.

2: What scene did you first put down? for the whole Atandil series

Oh gosh, I wish I remembered this! I'm 99% sure it was one of two scenes - neither of which I've published yet. The first option is a scene when Finrod brings the news of Bëor's death to Baran and Belen. But I'm almost certain it was this set of paragraphs (they're a bit repetitive now after where the series ended up going, so they'll need to be rewritten once we get to this exchange):

“I have wrought this pain for thee, have I not?” He rested his hand gently on the other’s shoulder. “Don’t.” Balan shook off the touch, his voice sharp. Finrod let his hand fall back at his side and watched the other with growing concern. “I feared at the time this would prove the self-serving choice, a barter for my own benefit that reckoned in the end too little of the pain that followed for thee.” He shook his head as the other snorted dismissively. “Truly, Balan, twas this fear made me hesitate in Estolad and not, as I think thou surmised, a reticence to face my own desire. On which road lay the lesser damage, when damage must surely follow upon either way? Alas! I did not recognize the danger before me until we were both of us too fast bound to be spared its bite. It was as I told thee then, my reason was a tempest and I knew not how to distinguish my heart’s wish from wisdom’s guidance. Eru forgive me, I chose the former, for I knew it to be thine as well, and less then did I understand the fate of thy people.” “Else thou couldst have spared thyself the wrench of such fleeting creatures.” “Canst thou know me so little? It is not the pain of separation that I regret. Melmenya, that anguish was inescapable well before any decision was made. Whether our parting was to be wrought by my choice or the doom that summons thee hence, I’ve known from our first halting words that I would mourn thee all my lingering days.”

7: Where did the title come from? for Grief in All Her Guises

Hmm I'm once again struggling to remember the exact way this one came about. I'm pretty sure that I wrote Finrod's line to Balan first ("Grief meets us each in her myriad guises, Balan.") because the stargazing segment was the first part of the installment that I wrote. Then when I went back and filled in the rest, I realized that the whole thing was basically a dance through the various kinds of grief and how this laid the groundwork for the connection between these two. So the whole installment, then, ended up being the various guises of grief.

15: What did you learn from writing this fic? for In These Holy Waters

I think the main thing I learned from this one is the same thing I have to keep learning with so many of these: stop fighting what wants to be written with what you think should be written. That's happened on a lot of installments, but it was the most pronounced in this one. The aelthes myth was never supposed to be there, nor was Gildor's song, nor the whole side tangent about Balan hearing the water's music through Finrod's ears. I kept getting annoyed at these for pushing their way in and cluttering the plot, but once I resigned myself to it, it all sort of...clicked. The aelthes myth specifically. The moment that showed up, the whole structure of the installment fell into place and all those disjointed tangents that were annoying me were all of a sudden very deliberate and necessary.

So I guess...trust the process is what I learned most from this one?

Thanks so much for the asks!

[powerup-the-revolution]

raw unbridled thoughts because I just saw the KNY movie and I am!!! full of emotions!!!

spoilers galore though so read at your own risk, i know it's not released in US theaters yet but in case you want a "little" preview, here it is !!

MAN!!!!!! i would have paid 12 euros just to see a remake of the last two entertainement district episodes in 4k, but man did I get my money's worth :')

it all started with a quick recap of the first seasons, with Gurenge and Homura as BGM, so the hype was already off the charts. I didn't dare sing along but I mouthed the lyrics and man was it good to hear it all with the images on the big screen ;w;

speaking of sound design though, my cinema's speakers weren't optimal, it felt like the music was coming only from the front and some of the noises were horribly loud. Remember when Gyutaro breaks Tanjiro's fingers? MAN. Overall, the musical experience was wayyyy better at home with headphones, but at least the visuals more than made up for it.

I won't go too much into detail over episodes 10/11, because the screening was pretty much identical to the regular episodes. The end of episode 10 still hits super hard, the sudden quietness and the billowing smoke... simply mindblowing on a large screen. We even had opening and ending credits, which made this very different from the Mugen Train experience, but the audience needed time to breathe haha

Uzui's battle against Gyutaro was really made to be viewed like this. You have a much better sense of all the details ufotable put into the whole thing when you're watching on such a large screen.

alright alright i gotta move on to the most exciting part. The actual opening of S3 played at the very end, so the transition towards the next arc was opened by none other than Gotou, finding the squad all passed out in the rubble. Man do I love this guy, he really feels like the "normal dude that the 20-something audience will root for" trope.

The upper moon meeting was... both mindblowing and somewhat overwhelming. There were lots of flashing effects and very insistent transitions, with (in my opinion) too many visual effects that bloated the scenes without really adding too much to them. I now that ufotable is probably just flexing their skills because this was MADE for cinemas, but still, it felt a little 'too much' to my taste. But then I'm easily overwhelmed by flashing things, so that's surely just a matter of personal preference.

The insistent transitions aside, that scene was just amazing. The inifity castle is an amazing place that reminded me a LOT of that scene towards the end of Interstellar. Muzan's science equipment looked very REAL, I bet that ufotable has been using real life footage to put it together.

And now... I can't really avoid talking about him, can I? Douma. I despise this character with everything I have and I even more despise the way the fandom treats him... and man I'm in for a ride. Curse you Miyano Mamoru. How DARE you be so GOOD at your job??? He's really THE most outstanding cast in the whole series in my humble opinion. I was already in love with the VA for his previous roles (Dazai from BSD!! Rintarou from Steins;Gate!!) and he's bringing the perfect vibe to Douma, I can already feel the fandom misinterpreting him more :') I absolutely cannot wait for his performance in the Infinity Castle. It'll be amazing.

May I also say : thank you Akaza. He had me cheering out loud in my seat when he chopped half of Douma's face off (and immediately got scolded for it like a naughty boy by Dad Kokushibo lmao). Thank you, Akaza. I'd almost forgive you for making Rengoku donuts ;(

I don't have much more to say about the rest of the Upper Moons because they hardly left a impression on me when I read the manga. Their voices are a pretty good fit, and I don't doubt that ufotable will make them shine.

The dream sequence was short but very well done. Alas I must shorten my speech too because I'm so excited to get to the next part.

Cue Gotou walking around with a very tasty looking Castella. Thanks ufotable now I wish I'd bought popcorn. He's funny as always, the way he gets mad at Kanao for not telling anything is even funnier animated, and the apparition of ghost Aoi just the same

And now... ladies and gentlemen and nonbinary folks... it's time... for HIM....

THE CEILING BOAR.....

He definitely got the loudest laugh from the audience out of the whole movie. I feel so proud :') The way he's clinging to the ceiling is just too hilarious, with Tanjirou's like "so Inosuke on the ceiling..." coming before we actually see him, which had the laughter really explode. The comedic timing is absolutely perfect. I cannot wait to make 414630316 giftsets from this scene when the season is released.

Matsuoka really nailed the "SO YOU NOTICED ME, TANPACHIROU!!!" I'd been picturing it in my head for so long and it was exactly as I thought it'd sound like. The book about the honey badger was actually in english, I can't wait to see what else it says when we get a longer look. Inosuke looked like he had no idea what was going on, and Aoi telling him to get off the bed was just perfect. The way she clung to him when Kanao spoke up... *chef's kiss*.

I cannot wait to make a transparent edit of the ceiling boar so it can become my icon on every website forever haha

I have to be honest and say I paid a little less attention afterwards :') i was on a little cloud thanks to the ceiling boar. Though we got to meet some adorable kakushi, the scene of them dancing amongst the crows was really neat. Big up to the Kakushi for all their hard work!

Our good bois go off to work (and Zenitsu destroys the fourth wall by fawning over... Aoi, who yells at him through the shreds of the fourth wall haha), and that's it, that's all we're gonna see of Inosuke and Zenitsu this season ::')))))) hahahaha..... i am not upset at all.....

And then... well, there's some fanservice (and I'm not even talking about the bath scene). An unusual amount of it for KNY. A very very BLERGH from me. Even the audience seemed a little unconfortable. It's nothing harmful, it's just a little dumb and out of place.

The swordsmith village feels a little underwhelming in terms of design and general aesthetic, but it's no wonder when it's coming after the mesmerizing entertainment district. I'm definitely gonna miss the ambience of it all, though ufotable will probably impress me anyways.

Genya's here and he's pissed as always. I cannot unhear the Bakugo in him. Put your teeth back where they belong, boy.

Mitsuri is very wholesome though!!! I'm trying my hardest to cling to her as my favorite character this season (with lil' Kotetsu!! a baby!!). Ufotable, you better treat her well. I am BEGGING you.

aaand I think that's it from me. The hype did not disappoint. As a big fan of Inosuke and Zenitsu, I'm going into this arc without much to expect, as it's by far my least favorite in the series anyway. Still, Ufotable is going to do an awesome job, the characters might grow on me, the voice actors will be mindblowing, the music will be amazing, and well... I cannot wait for what will come next :3c

[camels-pen]

Observant Servant Mervant

Ectoberhaunt day 7 - Purify & Infect

Summary:

This servant—Mervant or whatever his name was—was going to drive the Head to murder.

A whiny little voice in his mind helpfully reminded him that Mervant is his actual name by the way. Also, he’s a ghost. We’re all ghosts. You can’t murder a ghost even if you wanted to.

Or, how the Observants suddenly approved of Danny as the heir to the Ghost King’s throne.

Ao3 Link | part of the In Service of The Realms series

“Servant, we are entrusting you to watch the lair while we attend to a few errands.” The Head Observant grumbled something under his breath as he neatly folded a large map and tucked it into his robes. “You can handle that without causing any trouble, can't you?"

The shorter Observant, still sporting a disgusting little mouth and nose in relation to his employment status, bowed, “Of course, Head!” He peeked up at him. “…But what should I do while I wait for you guys?”

The Head Observant rubbed the sides of his giant eye. “If you must do something, then observe some of our other candidates and make a report on their temperaments and their affinity for leadership and order.”

Mervant grinned and saluted. “You can count on me, boss!”

The Head narrowed their eye. “Observe only. Do not engage with any of our backup candidates and do not under any circumstances bother the Favoured One. We cannot afford to lose our best candidate for the throne.”

Mervant nodded and watched as the Head and a handful of other Observants flew through a portal. 

---

The Observants created a swirling blue portal to return them to their Court, several of them burnt, several others partially frozen, and the rest looking exhausted. The Head Observant himself just wanted a spare moment of rest for his wounds to heal before they all had to reconvene for another meeting on how to weaken that detestable halfa.

Unfortunately, just as they floated through the portal, they found the Court filled with hundreds of ghosts yelling and fighting and damaging precious artifacts.

The Head felt he was about to burst a blood vessel he didn’t have.

“SERVANT!”

“Yes, boss?”

The Head did not startle. “Ancients, what have you done?”

“I followed your orders, Head!”

A crash sounded nearby. The yelling became louder. The Head’s eye twitched.

“I asked you to observe them. What part of observation includes gathering them all together in the Court?”

The servant shrugged. “Well, they were spread out all over the Realms,”—he paused and looked around the crowded Court before leaning closer and putting a hand to his mouth—“a few were even residing in the Living Realm! Can you believe that?” he whispered, scandalized.

The Head wanted to grab him by the throat and shake him until he gained some form of common sense. Alas, he had a reputation to uphold.

“Where. Is. Your. Report,” he ground out.

“Oh, I haven’t written it yet. I’m just about to observe the last candidate on your list!” 

“Last? That’s fucking rude.” Danielle Phantom, some abomination of an abomination that they had all deemed the easiest halfa to manipulate, appeared beside the servant with her arms crossed and a frown on her face. “And after all I went through to get here too.”

“How exactly are you observing her when you are speaking to her?”

“No no, I’m going to let her into the Hive Mind and observe her through that.”

What.

“What.”

“Eww, I don’t wanna share a brain with you guys,” Danielle said, disgusted.

The servant chuckled. “It’s not so bad. Everyone’s trained to keep their private thoughts to themselves. Mostly it’s just a telepathic bond used to communicate with each other.”

“Then why’s it called a hive mind?”

“Well, when someone has a strong thought or a bunch of small thoughts, it overwhelms the other ghosts and—”

“Servant! Do not—” Danielle flew up to him and slapped his eye in the center of the pupil. He yelled in pain.

“Oh, whoops. I meant to slap your mouth.” The Head was in too much pain to correct her that he’s too high a status to have a mouth. “Anyway, since he seems to not want me in this thing, then you better put me in Merv.”

The Head could not see what was happening and the pain was still difficult to manage. He did, however, notice when a barrage of thoughts in a familiar voice started to bounce around inside the Hive Mind.

They weren’t strong thoughts—most likely private thoughts leaking out from a mind untrained in Hive Mind etiquette—but they were many. 

Too many.

By the time the Head could finally open his eye, his mind was filled to the brim with useless thoughts that started to overpower his own will.

The favoured candidate, an ex-police ghost who previously worked for Walker before wanting to strike out on his own, caught the Head’s eye.

The Head Observant, in a higher pitched and very familiar tone and accent, said, “Hey buddy, is there a reason you’re sitting on your ass doing nothing?”

“I beg your pardon?” they asked.

“Well I mean, there’s chaos all around you and the eyeballs are your bosses, so aren’t you supposed to, y’know”—the Head did a short bow and in a deeper yet still high pitched voice, said—“‘Your wish is my command, my one-eyed, stick-in-the-mud masters.’”

They made an offended noise. “I am no one’s servant. Not Walker’s and most certainly not the Observants’. If this is how you treat the next King of the Realms, maybe I’ll challenge the Prince without your support. Then I can abolish this council and create a more respectful one.” 

“Yeah, that’d probably be better for you,” the Head said as the favoured candidate flew out the door.

This servant—Mervant or whatever his name was—was going to drive the Head to murder.

A whiny little voice in his mind helpfully reminded him that Mervant is his actual name by the way. Also, he’s a ghost. We’re all ghosts. You can’t murder a ghost even if you wanted to.

Danielle’s thoughts overwhelmed more and more Observants and the infected soon started to follow the infected Head’s lead, insulting every candidate for the throne that they had until they all left in tears, spitting anger, or a promise of revenge. 

When the dust cleared and the annoying untrained voice in his head was finally silent, the Court was empty of all of their potential candidates.

“Aww, party’s over? That’s lame.” The halfa stretched her arms above her head. “Welp, I better get going too then. Merv, you were pretty cool for an Observant. Maybe think of a career change.” With that she waved and flew out the doors.

“You absolute buffoon!” the Head Observant yelled. “Look at what you have done! Hundreds of competent respectable ghosts, gone! Do you understand the scope of your actions?! The problems this will cause us and the Realms as a whole?!” The Head didn’t even want to think of all the damage control they would have to do in order to get even one of their candidates to return. And they can only delay the coronation of the current heir to the throne for so long. The Head was getting a headache just imagining it.

Just as he was contemplating about to fulfill his earlier fantasy, followed by breaking every bone in the servant’s body, one of his more reliable subordinates appeared holding The All-Seeing Orb.

“Head! The Orb has shown the halfa, Daniel Phantom, does have the potential to be a suitable candidate!”

The Head Observant visibly slumped. “Oh, thank the Ancients.”

[a-crow-ready-for-a-murder]

Screw it chapter 4

This one does focus a bit on Jaylin but it does contribute...honest! Lol hope you enjoy, any feed back is welcomed.

Jaylin rustled her feathers and quietly chirped about her close call when there was a sound that made her jolt and look behind her. Despite certainly hearing something, the tree had hardly been disturbed. The leaves were barely moving, the same way they did in a light summer breeze, the branches didn’t protest against any weight and the twigs maintained their peaceful silence. To any onlooker all seemed fine and the sound she’d heard could very well have been her own mind but Jaylin was no casual passerby. While she wasn’t the same nature fae as anyone in Diasomnia even a corvid fae can tell when there was a change in the air. It never had to be drastic like a hurricane, small changes were easy for most creatures to pick up, such as an eerie, almost too perfect silence and the sensation of being watched, no not watched, hunted.

Jaylin turned her head slowly, knowing what she was seeking yet still not prepared for when her golden eyes landed on the all too familiar green ones staring down at her barely a foot away. With a startled shriek that could have been taken as a bird’s last cry before being devoured by an ambitious house cat, she leapt back and flapped her wings at the bemused huntsman who simply watched with his head resting on his open palm. “I did warn you, cherie '' Rook said the phrase so simply as though he hadn’t just scared her within an inch of her life. Landing back down where she’d previously been perched, Jaylin went off in a series of aggressive chirps, giving the Pomefiore vice housewarden a clear piece of her mind. “Mon Dieu, petite oiseaux chanceuse! Such angry words can pierce a man’s heart”

Jaylin let out a grumble that sounded far too human for the beak it came from before demanding to know why Rook was even in the tree. “I’m observing.” He said nodding towards the ground just under the tree. Jaylin hopped to the end of the branch to get a better look where she saw the languid form of Leona sleeping, completely unaware of his audience. Hopping to a sturdier part of the tree Jaylin replaced her wings with flesh and hair and sat cross legged with a huff “Rook, have you ever heard of a restraining order? Cause sooner or later you’ll be collecting a few.”

Rook smirked but before he could actually reply a chipper voice caught both their attention. “Hey Rook! I was looking for you” Kalim’s wide, friendly smile emerged from the main building and to Jaylin’s intrigue he was holding the bouquet

“Ah, bonjour roi d’or, to what do I owe the pleasure?” asked Rook cheerily

“I wanted to ask you about something. I found this bouquet outside of Scarabia addressed to me but it was signed with just an R, so I wanted to find who left it, was it you?”

Rook climbed down from the tree while Jaylin stayed put in utter disbelief. There’s no way he didn’t know about Ruggie’s affections, was he really so oblivious? Once Rook reached the ground he inspected the bouquet “A mysterious courter, such romance, such beauty”

Jaylin huffed as Rook put his hand on his chest as though he were going to recite a sonnet, does he ever shut up? “And such a well thought gift! Jasmines of the scalding sands, love and admiration with a smell that signifies home to the receiver, red zinnia to compliment, friendship and adoration, all coming together, ah what a beautiful sentiment!”

Jaylin crept closer down the branch she was on, uncertain if she would have to intervene or not when Rook sighed “but alas, it wasn’t me who left the bouquet.”

“So that would mean…It was Ruggie!” exclaimed Kalim with unmistakable excitement.

Jaylin let out a relieved sigh,

“It could be.” Said Rook “or….”

‘Wait.’ though Jaylin

“It could be one of the many in our school”

Once again Jaylin let out an undignified sound in the form of a low, angry, growl

“What do you mean?” asked Kalim

“Well for instance, there’s Robert on the spelldrive team, Ramone in film appreciation, Richard from the science club, Radford on the track team…” As Rook continued to list off names Kalim’s smile seemed to actually falter. There was no way he’d be able to remember that many names and it seemed now he had more and more people he may have to let down. Perhaps he should simply go directly to Ruggie and ask, but then what if it really wasn’t him? He had called Kalim annoying on more than one occasion, what if he just laughed? Kalim shook his head, hoping to clear those worried thoughts just as Rook was coming to the end of his list. Hopefully he hadn’t noticed Kalim’s spacing out.

“And just earlier, Jaylin was carrying a similar bouquet, perhaps she has some insight?”

“Uh sure, sounds great, I’ll go check that out, thanks Rook” Said Kalim with his big signature smile as he began to jog away.

As Kalim ran out of sight, Rook smiled after him, The first petals of blooming love were always the most beautiful to him. As he quietly mused to himself he seemed to be unaware of the dark haired witch who’d landed softly on the grass behind him.

“Shapeless abyss beneath my finger tips, pull thyself to mine palm

[magpiemissy]

I Love You in Every Universe

Chuuya Nakahara x Reader

A/N: so we just watched Dr. Strange in The Multiverse of Madness and uhh... yeah. Kind of inspired by it. Also, PAIN for Chuuya. I love him so much that THAT chapter hurts a lot. :`))

Warnings: Possible spoilers for the current happenings in BSD MANGA (maybe just a little, idk) Angst. Not proof read and edited. Lemme know if there is.

Song: Until I found you by Stephen Sanchez

He never knew. He never knew he was capable of feeling like this. Feeling love. Feeling softness and care.

Feeling you.

You are special. 

"You deserve the world." You whispered in his ear with so much tenderness in your voice. Holding him in your arms like he's glass. One accidental slip, and you'll break him to pieces.

His eyesight is blurry. He wanted to cry. Cry from pure happiness because he found you. 

But alas, all good things come to an end at some point in life.

He can feel his breath get taken away. The way his lungs burn. The water slowly consuming him. He hears faint calls but paid no mind as his mind drifts away.

Drifts away to his angel.

All he can see though is you. Your smile, your adoring eyes. The sound of your voice. The gentleness of your touch. Your reassuring words. You always somehow know what to say or do. And he remembers. He remembers You.

///

"Chu!!" You yelp with a laugh. His arms around your waist. Face buried on your neck with a smile on his face, relishing your warmth and scent.

'You're so perfect. I love you. I love you. I'm never letting you go. Please don't leave me. I love you.'

As the laughter dies down, he turns you to face him.

He stares into your eyes. The eyes that sparkle so much everytime you talk about the things you love. The eyes that saw both of his sides. The good and the bad. 

"You know…I'll never let you go, right?" He whispers, lips just an inch closer to the other. He pulls you close.

"Your ability can see different realities but in those realities, I'll always choose you." He says then kisses you. So gentle despite his rough personality.

He remembers when you showed him all of the realities that you saw. A small family with him. Living a normal and peaceful life. No killing. No bloodshed. Just you, him, a small house, a cute dog and 2 children. Just like what he dreamed of. Just like what he wanted.

"And I'll never. Ever. Stop. Even if the world wants me too. I'll find a way to bring myself back to you." 

///

He smiles. At least his last memory was you. 

"I Love You in Every Universe." He thinks to himself. "I'm happy."

It's been a while since I've written something so I'm quite rusty. School's over and I finally can rest. Just one part of the Final Paper is left and I'm all good.

I hope you guys are doing well and I'm sorry for being in active a little. But yeah anyways, I'm back hehe. Hopefully I can continue what I've started especially the Oikawa series that I made.

[madametrashbin]

A Lovely Day

A gift for @nicebonescomrade because why not. 

I did mention to le comrade of bones on main weeks(?) ago that I was making another Disney Princess AU (credit to @i-put-the-yan-in-polyandry for this AU by the way), which is this but also wanted to try out Scaramouche so...  *awkwardly finger guns* I made this... fic. I’msorrythiswasn’tfullyplannedoutandnotevensureifitfitsbutIwantedtotrysomethingnewtoday/tonight.

I also apologize for not posting for weeks because good god why did I sign myself up to do world building using characters that will never be mentioned ever again? But alas, I must march on with the Cosmos series and crawl my way forward. 

Uhh... yeah, enjoy this while I die over Veil of Starlight.  AndmanyapologiesforthisbeingshorterthanmyusualworksbecauseIdunnohowtowriteScaraandI’minterribleneedforsomecomfortandcravingforhugsrightnow-

It is quiet, but perfect day outside.

A day like every other, with the singing birds and pleasant atmosphere... occasional visits from the animals, the Abyss Order and monsters alike.

None means any harm, of course. Why would they, when their lovely Creator is with them and gracing their lives with their smile?

Ah, there was also that puppet made by that one God, but that detail is insignificant... he’s not like his maker in the slightest, and was certainly different from the rest with how much their Creator adored him.

He was the only one who did not harm them after all, so it is only fair that they leave him be unlike the rest of the world who dared to do so in their blind beliefs and self-imposed justified truths.

It is a peaceful day outside, and the Garden that houses their beloved Creator will always remain that way... contrary to the world outside where civilizations beg and cry out for mercy from the very God they thought to wrong.

No sinner is allowed in the Garden, and only those loved by their Creator are allowed to stay.

The world outside is harsh, Teyvat had condemned them all with eternal suffering for their transgressions.

Scaramouche has witnessed the world’s act of retribution from his place in the Garden, watching the sinner try to beg and plea for their Creator’s mercy. He finds it hilarious that they’re trying to desperately appease you now, despite the fact not once did they ever hear your pleas.

He heard you though.

He heard your pleas, and had been the only one who had done so.

Because of that, he had earned his place by your side forever, and was most fortunate to be taken in as the one you love and adore the most out of all the other fools who call themselves your “acolytes”.

He only laughs every time he sees one of them try to get near in their weakened state, only to be sent away by the likes of the creatures who thrive as your protectors... the same one who stayed by your side before he came.

“Kuni...”

Your voice is quiet, yet so loud in his ears that it has his entire existence shaking in both awe and love for you. It is heavily laced with sleep as you had been napping beside him earlier before he went to check the state of the world outside.

Now you’re partially awake, and with the call of his name that not many were graced to know, he immediately knelt by your side with a delicate touch to your outstretched hands.

“Yes, my dear?”

If anyone who knew him had seen him speak with such a soft and fond voice, they would have thought they were hallucinating... but none of those worthless fools are here, and he has you all to himself.

(Of course, there is also Teyvat but he doesn’t bother with that subject all that much since he still cannot fathom the thought of being “rivals” with an entire planet.)

“Cuddle.”

You only said to him, and he willingly complies because who was he to deny something that he desired all the same?

So he laid himself upon the soft ground, letting you move on top of him where your head rests upon his chest... your arms holding each other close and legs lazily tangled together.

Today is a nice day outside, like every other day he spent in the Garden.

A lovely day... perfect for another nap in his opinion as the gentlest breeze brushes over your forms and wished you both a wonderful nap under the warm sunlight.

[cazimagines]

Perfectly Exasperating - Chapter 3

Synopsis: While you have been unknowingly kidnapped Zemo is determined to make the time he spends with you the best that he can

Word count: 5.4k

Author’s note: Hey all! This is sorta a one-month celebration of my account and for all the love you guys have shown this series and my other series 'A Freudian Slip' I can't thank you enough! My editing program decided to screw me over though so if you can see a difference grammatically in the first half and the second half that's why

Masterlist

(Please check out my master list to see what I will be writing next and if requests are open or closed)

Cross-posted to ao3 under the same username

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

Your eyes slowly flutter open as the warmth from the sun shining through the curtains touching your skin waking you up. Yawning and stretching, feeling the soft duvet move on top of you, you sighed in content, closing your eyes again as you embraced the happiness which had been foreign to you for so long. You reach out to seize the end of the duvet and gradually slide out of the bed; you feel the slight chill of the morning breeze brush against your exposed legs. Crossing over to the wardrobe your hand reaches out to flick through the many dresses, shirts, trousers that hung in there, all belonging to shops such as Gucci, Prada, Valentino. There were clothes appropriate for any event, but today you choose comfortably as you pull out a maroon knitted sweater and dark blue jeans. Though appearing to be rather cheap clothes, you knew Zemo would never have spent less than $100 on them.

When Zemo said he would take care of you, he meant it in every aspect. It was a culture shock going from the relatively poor life you lived, surviving off the small amount of money they paid you for being an Avenger to being treated like royalty by Zemo. Not that you were complaining. It was a guilty pleasure of yours enjoying this luxury, a part of you hoping it would never end. If you had told yourself just a few weeks ago, you would have enjoyed living with Zemo you would have laughed in your face but that man had certainly turned on the charm and you couldn’t help but feel the slightest big thankful for him for everything he has done for you.

You finally leave the confines of your room, something you had only been allowed to do a few times until today. You convinced Zemo yesterday that you weren’t concussed from when John had hit you with the shield and that you would be fine getting up and walking around. He was still hesitant but knew he couldn’t keep you confined in your bed forever.

You close your eyes as you inhale the sweet smell of cooking pancakes, making your stomach grumble greedily. Following the scent, you work your way down through the interior design living room into the lavish kitchen where Zemo currently had his back turned to you as he attempted to flip the pancake he had in the frying pan. His purple turtleneck sleeves were pulled up, exposing his forearms as they tensed, trying to get the timing right to flip the pancake. He does so with perfect accuracy, the golden brownness of the pancake soaring up into the air and landing back down in the frying pan, sizzling.

Zemo giggles to himself, celebrating his minor achievement as he waves the frying pan, his body swaying along slightly with it.

“That smells heavenly,”

Zemo whips around at hearing your voice pierce the air. “Ah y/n! Please, take a seat while I make breakfast,”

His eyes follow you as you take a seat down at the table he had prepared for this morning, then focus back on the breakfast at hand. You pour out some orange juice Zemo had left on the table, then your gaze flickers back to him as he finishes cooking. He stacks the pancakes onto two plates and grabs some sugar, maple syrup, and lemons out of the shelves, giving you a choice of toppings.

You scoff as he turns around, seeing on the apron he had tied around himself the words ‘kiss the chef’ on it.

“Really?” you ask, raising the glass to your lips as you watch him glance down to his apron and then back up to you offended.

“You don’t like?”

“It’s embarrassing to look at!” you exclaim as he places the plates down on the table and sits down opposite you.

Zemo’s eyebrows twitch as he scoffs back at you, “I think it suits me, plus a kiss is expected after I worked so hard on breakfast” he says, tapping his cheek with his finger.

You raise an eyebrow, letting a breath out as you laugh, “Yeah, in your dreams,”

You two settle into a comfortable silence as you readily eat the breakfast he made. The pancakes were soft but delicious, sickeningly sweet but you have always had a sweet tooth and so it seems, does Zemo.

“I thought you would have one of your staff make breakfast, you never struck me as the person to do something yourself when you can make others do it,” you say breaking the silence as you finish the last of your pancakes.

Zemo glances up to you, tilting his head, “Why do you think that? Because I grew up rich?”

You nod, not attempting to make yourself sound nicer, “Yes. It’s common knowledge the rich are always spoilt”

His lips twitch up into a smile at your bluntness. He sighs, leaning back in his chair, crossing his legs as he addresses you.

“You’re right. Even though Sokovia was a rather small country, I grew up with more riches than most people could dream of. But at least I acknowledge my privilege. That counts for something, doesn’t it?”

“Depending on what you use your privilege for. Blowing up the UN isn’t exactly putting it to good use now stop avoiding my original question,”

Zemo bites the inside of his mouth as you see through his attempts at trying to dodge the question. His admiration for you however outweighed any annoyance he might have felt at being called out for it. Leaning forward again to rest his arms on the table he says,

“It’s only me, you and my Butler who occasionally comes in. After I was arrested, there was no work for my staff so they all left and I can’t exactly hire anyone else,”

You nod, satisfied, then dab the napkin that Zemo has set out beside you, on your lips to get rid of any leftover sugar. You place your hands on the table and push yourself up from it.

“Well, thank you for breakfast, and thank you for looking after me this last week… that was nice of you, but I better be going. Do you know where my phone is?”

Zemo’s eyes furrow and he immediately stands up as you walk away from the table. He rushes past you, stepping in front of you to stop you from walking.

“You can’t leave y/n,”

Your head jilts back in confusion, “Why not?”

“We ruined Karli’s plans, so she is trying to find us. That’s why Sam and James are out hiding and why we must remain here,”

“I can handle Karli,” you tell Zemo, trying to step past him, but his hand reaches out and grasps your arm firmly.

“Not a super-soldier y/n. It’s too dangerous, especially after your recovery. James and Sam will reach out to me once it is clear to leave, but for now, we stay.”

You huff in frustration, shaking Zemo’s hand off your arm as you cross them. “Well, at least get me a phone so I can keep in contact with them too,”

“I’m afraid I can’t get you a phone currently, but you are welcomed to use mine. Alas, James and Sam have my number but I don’t have theirs’s so unless you remember their numbers we have to wait till they message first to reach out to them,”

You let out a melodramatic sigh, rolling your head looking to the side of the room then back to Zemo.

“So what the hell am I to do to keep occupied?”

Zemo tilts his head, his eyes flicker to the side in thought as he opens his mouth wordlessly and his eyes move back to yours, his eyebrows raising as he frowns thinking over the idea that has just entered his head.

-

With his fingers, Zemo, gazing at you eagerly, beckoned you down the corridor, towards a giant door that was at the end.

“I’m not a dog Zemo” you complain as you follow him

“Have you ever heard of dramatic effect?”

Zemo had taken off his apron and replaced it with that coat he loved to wear so much. You firmly believed it gave him a power complex. He strutted to the end of the hallway and placed his hands on the door. His face turns to you smirking, enjoying this dramatic pause as you roll your eyes at him. He pushes the door open and stands to the side, sweeping his arm across the space to let you in.

You walk past him and your eyes widen in amazement as you walk into the most magnificent library you had ever seen. The room itself stretched out almost further than you could see, seeming to go on and on. The shelves looked like they reached up to the sky, each one stacked with thousands of beautiful hardback books. The design of it looked like you had just stepped into heaven, with white and gold being the main colour scheme. On the ceiling was a painted sky with the gods on, looking down at you. On the pillars separating the shelves were little cherubs, their bows positioned to pierce your heart. Everything about this library was beautiful. It felt like a library that should belong to a museum not kept in this private mansion.

“You see why the dramatic effect was necessary?” Zemo says stepping up beside you, looking out at the shelves before you.

“Zemo this is… this is beautiful,”

His eyes flicker to you then back to the library, a smile appearing on his lips, “Yes, I suppose it is. When I was younger, I had always taken things like this for granted, but after my time in prison I believe it’s made me more humble,”

You walk over to the nearest bookshelf, letting your fingers brush over the colourful hardbacks. You pull one book out, stroking the golden platted side. “You must have every practically every book in existence here”

“I have more books than I could ever get round to reading. You can find anything you want to read here,”

After ten minutes you had gathered a rather sizable book pile you were determined to read, full of fictional and non-fictional books, some of your favorites and some you had never read before.

Zemo chuckled as you tried to hold all of them in your grasp. As you picked one up, the book on the very top of your pile slipped and fell to the floor. Panic surged in you, worried you would damage something so expensive, but Zemo’s hand appears and catches it before it could hit the ground.

Straightening up, he gave you an amused smile, “Maybe you should let me help carry them”

Accepting his help, he takes half the book pile off you and guides you over to a place deep in the library where you two could read. There were two light green armchairs facing each other, with a fireplace just behind them. To the side of the chairs were small tables which contained bookmarks, a goblet, and an ashtray, and to the side of one chair was a globe which could be opened, and inside it held a decanter full of whiskey.

Zemo places the books in his arms on the table then walks over to one shelf, browsing till he finally finds the book he was looking for. He returns to find you getting comfortable in your chair, opening the first book.

“Whisky?” he asks, opening up the globe beside him.

A few days ago you would have said ‘no, no way,’ but today you smile and nod your head, reaching out with the glass beside you to gracefully accept the drink.

-

The next couple of days were spent similarly with you and Zemo spending much of your time reading in the library together. Occasionally you two would even read to each other as he had first done with you when you had woken up here. Though you would never admit it to him, his smokey voice made you very comfortable. If he tried, he could lull you to sleep with that accent of his.

You couldn’t help but try to separate the Zemo you know now as the one you used to hate. Yes, he had torn apart your family, but he had all the reason for what happened to Sokovia, what happened to his family. Plus, this Zemo seemed to try hard to make it up to you. Almost too hard. He was trying everything to keep you entertained while you were stuck here, make your life as comfortable as he could. It was nice.

You strolled into the kitchen hearing the quiet buzz of the radio playing the latest top hits and the sound of someone humming along to the music. In there you find Zemo by the counter, fixated on the bowl he held in his arm and the spoon in his hand as he delicately tries to put the mixture into the cupcake trays before him. You had offered to make food, feeling like he always did too much for you but every day he insisted he would, even on days where it Butler would come around.

“Need help?” you ask, walking over to stand beside him.

He glances at you, then back to the tray he has laid out before him. “I’ve got a handle on this,” he replies just as he spills some mixtures onto the counter, making him swear under his breath.

“Uh-huh, sure,” you say, looking down at the spilled mixture. You turn to face him, letting out a chuff as you place a hand on his arm, “Zemo stop being so prideful and let me help”

As soon as your hand comes in contact with his arm, he freezes. He glances down at the ground, swallowing then his eyes flicker to yours and he smiles gently, his usual arrogance disappearing. “Okay,”

You grab a spoon from the draw and help Zemo scrap off what he puts into his spoon into the cake tray with accuracy. You two stand together, your shoulders brushing up against each other till you finish and put it into the oven.

“We have 30 minutes until we need to get them out. Why don’t you read for a bit while I clean up,”

“I can help clean up,” You tell him already going over to the sink to turn the water on, “You’re not my servant Zemo,”

“Helmut” he suddenly says

You turn back to look at him, confused at the seriousness of his face, “Please y/n, call me Helmut,”

Your mouth moves wordlessly for a moment, then you say, “Helmut,” trying the name out on your tongue. You were so used to calling him Zemo, you had forgotten that that wasn’t his first name.

“Thank you” he whispers, glancing away from you bashfully.

He takes a towel off the side of the rail and dries up everything you washed as you two settled into a peculiar silence.

Attempting to liven the atmosphere again, you put a cup just at the right angle of the running tap that the water splashed into Zemo’s coat. He steps back shocked, glancing down at his coat then back to you. He lets out a laugh, his mouth open in surprise that you would do that. “Oh, if that is how it is”

Zemo quickly grabs a mug, running it under the following water. Realizing what he was going to do you let out a squeal and rush for the door but you don’t get far enough till you feel the water hit your back, soaking your t-shirt.

“Helmut!” you gasp as he chuckles at you. You run forward to grab the nearest thing in front of you to chuck it at him, a piece of bread in this case but he ducks as it flies over him. He fills the cup up again and runs towards you but you get to the table and hide on the other side till you were both poised opposite each other waiting for one of you to make the first move.

“This isn’t fair!” you whine, feeling the coldness of your t-shirt cling to your back. “Who said anything about fairness!” Zemo shouted back, grinning at you.

Eventually, you two called a truce when the oven chimes letting you two know the cupcakes were finished baking. After that day, Zemo always asked if you wanted to help him make meals.

-

“Is the popcorn ready?” you shout as you jump up from the floor where you were placing the DVD into the DVD player.

“Almost done” Zemo calls out.

While waiting, you settle yourself down on the middle of the red sofa, twisting your back to get that perfect spot as you stared up at the giant screen in front of you.

Zemo emerges from the kitchen holding the popcorn and places the bowl onto the table in front of you. He settles down beside you, instantly positioning his arms on the top of the sofa, resting behind your head.

He leans forward to pick up some of the popcorn, tossing it in his mouth as he asks you what you have chosen to watch tonight.

“Beauty and the Beast,” you say excitingly and Zemo coughs, leaning forward as he accidentally inhaled the popcorn in his mouth.

He wipes the tear from his eye as he leans back and you give him a confused look, “Do you not like the film?”

“No-no, it’s not that. W-why do you want to watch the film?”

“It’s my favorite Disney film,”

He nods his head slightly looking down at the popcorn, “I see…” he then glances back to you, looking you in the eyes, “Why is it your favorite Disney film?”

You lean back sighing as you think the movie over, “Well, I’ve loved it since I was a kid. I always wanted to be like Bell and I found the beast so sweet and gentle”

“Even though he imprisoned her?”

“He let her go in the end, and she came back to him”

Zemo opened his mouth wanting to say more, but you sushed him as the movie started, wanting to concentrate only on it.

Zemo turned down the lights to make the experience feel as cinematic as he could of you. Grabbing the bowel he offered you some of the popcorn and you smiled at him in thanks. He tried to enjoy the movie, but his eyes kept wandering back to you, watching your expressions as you watched the movie. His heart skipped a beat every time you laughed at it when that gorgeous smile would grace your face, even in the sad moments where it looked like you were about to cry. He loved seeing how you reacted to everything. There were so many things he had taken for granted, and it felt like he was discovering them all over again with you. It fascinated him to find out the beauty and the beast was your favorite film. It was almost ironic given your current situation, one of which you remained painfully unaware of. He knew he couldn’t keep you in the dark forever. Sam and James were bound to discover where you two were eventually, which is why he wanted to enjoy every moment he had with you to the fullest before it was over.

As the movie went on, Zemo could feel your body moving closer and closer to him. The heat that radiated from your body made him want to wrap his arms around you, but he didn’t know if that would go too far. Roughly by the end of the movie, your head rested against his chest, moving slightly up and down as he breathed. He could tell by your shallow breathing you had entered the realm of dreams.

Looking down at you, he couldn’t help but admire how peaceful you looked. When on the mission with Sam and James you had always appeared tense, prepared to fight your way out of a situation as soon as possible, but at this moment you were relaxed and it made his heart flutter. He could look at you forever like this and never tire of it.

He had found himself in the past comparing you to his wife. He felt conflicted feeling this way about another woman, but how he felt about you differed from how he felt about his wife. It was new, exciting, addicting. Slowly raising his hand, he brushes a piece of hair that had fallen over your face while you slept. Your skin was smooth against his fingers and so soft. His fingers lingered on your skin before finally, he let his arm rest around your body, holding you close as you slept against his chest.

-

Your arms were raised, feeling the walls on either side of you as you tried to figure out if you were going and if you were about to bump into anything while Zemo’s hands were clasped around your eyes tightly.

“Don’t you trust me y/n” he whispers in your year, snickering.

“Do you want a pleasant lie or the harsh truth?” you ask, turning your head slightly but Zemo tuts and moves your head back with his hands

“Not long now, just a few more steps,”

“Till what!” you whine

“Be patient y/n!”

Zemo lifts one hand of your eyes telling you to keep them close and you hear the creak of a door open ahead of you. His hand returns to your face and with slightly pushing his body against yours, he urges you forward into this new room.

“Can I finally look now?”

Zemo removes his hands and steps back from you, “Okay y/n, open your eyes”

Opening them you gasped in shock seeing what was before you. On a stand was a replica of Belle’s dress in Beauty and the Beast. Its honey yellow colour shone out, the top of it tightly clung to the mannequin it was on while the bottom poofed out, it hung with no shoulder straps and came with yellow gloves. Everything about it was perfect.

“Helmut I- I’m, stunned,”

“You like it?” he asks anxiously

You turn to him grinning, “Of course I do!”

You hug him tightly, ecstatic, then rushed over to the dress, brushing your fingers along it. “It’s beautiful” you whisper.

“I think I got the sizes right,” Zemo says coming up beside you, a pink tinge to his cheeks, “There’s only one way to know for you,” he adds on, turning to you giving you a gentle smile

He helps you take the dress off and chuckles as he watches you rush off with it to get changed, then leaves to get changed himself.

The dress fitted perfectly on you. Everything from the bust down to the waist. Even the gloves fitted perfectly. When you entered the bathroom, you found Zemo had even found some make-up in case you wanted to use any. He thought of everything.

Finally looking at yourself in the mirror, you couldn’t wipe the smile off your face. You truly felt like a Disney princess. Slowly you walked back down the stairs and enter the room Zemo had to lead you in, to begin with. As you walked in, let out a merry laugh as you saw Zemo, dressed up in a blue jacket, embroidered with yellow roses on the sleeves, just like the beast. He was standing by a record player, putting a disk in as you walked in. He turns to look at you, his mouth opening in wonder.

“Y/n… you look glorious,”

His sincere comment makes your cheeks heat up and you hold your arms out to him, squeezing your hands letting him know you want to hold his hands.

He turns the record on and your favorite song from Beauty and the Beast floats out, making your cells light up with excitement.

“Helmut” you start to say as he walks over to you, holding his hand out, “Why are you doing this?”

He gently takes your gloved hand, bending over to kiss it. “I know it isn’t easy being stuck in here all the time and you said you loved ‘Beauty and the Beast’ so I thought it would make a pleasant treat,”

His arms hesitantly touch your waist as he looks into your eyes as if asking it was okay. You nod and step closer to him, taking his hand in yours holding it up. Getting into the waltz position you two start to move along the dance floor, swaying to the music.

You two slide along the ballroom floor, picking up speed. As you look up to him, he breathes out smiling back down at you happily. His hand on his waist spins your around as your dress flutters out. You squeal in delight as you grasp back onto his hand as you felt dizzy.

You two turn around the floor looking each other deep in the eyes. You could feel his breath on your face as you two were barely inches apart from each other. Zemo pulls you in even closer as your arm goes around his neck, your body pulled into his. He dips you as you cling to him tightly for dear life as the music fades.

He holds you into that position, panting as he looks at you, his eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips. You could feel that pull towards him, your eyes starting to flutter shut. He leans towards you but suddenly you feel your fingers slip and you almost let go of him. His other hand quickly wraps around making sure you don’t fall to the floor.

He helps you back on your feet and you two steps apart. You look away feeling your cheeks burn up again.

“Helmut, thank you. Thank you so much” you tell him earnestly

He looks deep into your eyes, smiling in bliss, “Anything for you y/n”

-

“Y/n, are you awake?”

You groan as you hear Zemo whisper beside you, waking you from your sleep.

“Ugh, Helmut what time is it,” you moan turning over with your eyes are closed.

“It’s 8, time to wake up”

“Nooooo” you whine screwing up your eyelids.

You hear him chuckle and then you feel something push against your lips. You open your eyes confused to see Zemo beside you, holding a strawberry to your lips.

You smile and take a bite out of it, moaning in delight as you taste its sweetness as you sit up. He sits up beside you and holds out some melted chocolate for you to dip the strawberry in.

“Helmut, you spoil me”

“Not enough,” he whispers back as he puts the chocolate-covered strawberry to your lips letting you take another bite.

“I’m not even surprised anymore to see you in my bed when I wake up,” you tell him

“Technically this is my bed”

“You know what I mean!”

He chuckles as he pushes his head back into the headboard, “I thought it would be a nice way for you to wake up,”

“Consider me impressed,” you tell him, looking over at him smiling. He glances back to you, his lips twitching up. You lean into his side, not caring at the moment you were in a simple nightdress. You close your eyes inhaling his cologne and picking up a strawberry to feed to him.

“I could get used to this,” you whisper to him

-

You scan the piano music book before looking back down to the notes before you. It had been a while since you had last played so you thought you might as well pick it up while you were stuck in Zemo’s mansion.

You press the notes but every time you tried to play one of the chords you always missed one. You were trying to play your favorite song 'Comptine d'un autre été' but to no avail.

“You need to flow with the music and not worry about hitting the right notes”

You turn around and smile as you see Zemo approach you from behind. “Isn’t the whole point of music to play the right notes?” you say sarcastically

Zemo lets out a huff chuckling, “Well yes but you’ll hit the notes when you stop trying so hard. Now try again”

You turn back around and attempt the music again but hit the wrong notes making you slam the piano in annoyance.

“Don’t damage the piano”

“I’m sorry,” you mutter, “I should give up,”

“No don’t do that” Zemo says, brushing his fingers over your waist, “Here let me help you”

He puts his hands on top of yours guiding them, “Let’s try again,”

You look to the music then back down to your hands which had Zemo’s resting on and attempt to start playing again. His hands moved in time with yours as they guided along with the piano, pressing down on your fingers when you needed to. You got every note. Well, Zemo got every note.

“See, easy,” he says as he pulls back from you. “Now try again”

You attempt to play again but feeling his eyes stare into your back you couldn’t concentrate and messed up the notes again.

“We just went through this!”

“It’s hard to concentrate with you staring at me!” you exclaim turning around to him. Your eyes widen as what you just said as he tilts his head, a smug smile appearing on his lips.

“Oh, I make it hard for you to concentrate do I?”

You groan at his cockiness, looking away from him so he doesn’t see your glistening red cheeks.

He walks up behind you again, his fingers grazing your jawline, stopping at your chin as he raises your head to look up at him. Seeing him look down at you made a knot in your stomach tighten.

“You are awfully red y/n”

“Shut up”

He chuckles and leans down, placing a kiss on your forehead, “I like it when you blush”

The breath gets caught in your lungs as you feel his lips on your forehead, their softness cooling your burning skin.

For the first time in your life, you were rendered speechless, by Helmut Zemo no less.

His teeth flash in his smile as he looks down at you, “Come let’s practice this again” he says, leaning over as his back pressed into yours, putting his hands back on top of yours.

-

“Zemo do you mind if I borrow your phone briefly to see if that new video has been released?” you call out picking up Zemo’s phone that he had left on your seat.

“Go ahead! Just don’t check anything else on there” he yells back

“Worried I will find your nudes?” you call out as you unlock the phone. Pressing onto the youtube app you sigh in annoyance seeing no new video and so you were about to put the phone back down when a message appeared from a contact simply labeled ‘S’

It read, ‘S: Look just tell us where you have taken her. Whatever you are doing with her it isn’t worth it”

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion at what the hell could that message mean. You click onto the message stream just to see a ton of messages from this ‘S’ contact but with no reply from Zemo.

You hesitate for a moment, knowing Zemo wouldn’t want you to do what you were about to do, but your curiosity got the best of you and you pressed the call button.

It rang for a few seconds and then the line picked up.

“Zemo” Sam’s voice rang out through the phone

“Sam?” you ask back

“W-what, YN/!? Are you okay? Where are you?”

“Woah Woah Sam, calm down, I’m fine! I’m with Helmut-Sam what is going on?”

“What has he done to you?”

“What do you mean he's done nothing, Sam I thought me and Helmut were hiding out here till Karli was done with her plan?”

You hear a sigh down the phone and then the muffled voices of what you could make out as Bucky and Sharon down the line.

Sam picked the phone back up and spoke directly, “Y/n you need to get out of there now. Zemo, he's kidnapped you”

The phone slips from your hand and lands on the floor with a loud crash.

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