#although when i added something i used ALL the emojis

[pimento-playing-hopscotch]

Sharing this from a family text chain, because my uncle is one of those with unlimited crazy currency, and I want someone else to venture a guess what the fuck this means-

[kyeomofhearts]

Again & Again | C.SC

+ summary: you caved in and fucked your best friend, but it was only a one-time thing… right?

+ pairing: scoups x fem!reader

+ word count: 4.3k

+ content: fwb!, chubby reader (love ya'll), friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, mutual pining, pussy drunk cheol, size kink, angst, fluff

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 (Final)

+ WARNINGS: drinking!, smut, dom!seungcheol, sub!reader, rough sex, praise?, sizekink, creampie, pls lmk if I missed anything

“I’m ready!”

Seungcheol’s ears perked up at your sudden announcement. Turning his head, only to be met with a breathtaking view of you. The way your clothes hugged your figure had his head spinning. He always loved seeing your curves and the way you filled out everything nicely. Although you weren’t wearing anything out of the ordinary, it was just a simple outfit. Something that would match the mood for Jeonghan’s party.

But Seungcheol being… well himself, he was mesmerized. He was for sure going to struggle to keep his hands off you, especially at Jeonghan’s party. As much as he was willing to risk it all for you, he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable so he kept it to himself.

“Let’s go then.”

…

The car ride was comfortable, nothing different from the ordinary.

Well, maybe a little different.

From the corner of your eye, you could see Seungcheol looking at you at times. It was easy to guess what he was thinking about… but you were literally two minutes away from Jeonghan’s place!

And they would know.

You took a deep breath.

“Don't even think about it.”

“What?” Seungcheol tried playing it off, even though he knew he had been caught. Even his voice raised a few octaves.

“We can’t! Not now at least…” As much as you tried hiding your pout, you couldn’t.

Of course, you wanted to fuck Seungcheol but with how rough he got… you knew you would get your makeup all messed up and that was something you did not want to deal with at the moment.

“Well… can I get a kiss before we head inside?” He gave you puppy eyes after putting the car in park.

God was he annoying. It annoyed you that his tricks always worked on you. But before you could say anything he was already leaning over the console, fluttering his stupidly long eyelashes with his lips puckered. He knew he looked stupid but teasing you was his favorite thing to do.

Without a second thought, you leaned in to give him a light peck. That should be good enough to hold him off for the next few hours right? Nope. Just before you were finished pulling away, his hand swiftly pulled you back to his lips. You couldn’t stop yourself from following his lead, especially when his hand was keeping your head steady.

Before it could escalate to something more, you felt your phone vibrate. Finally, pulling away while ignoring Cheol’s pleas, you went to check who had texted you.

Ugh.

It was Jeonghan, asking why you weren’t there yet.

“We can continue this later Cheol. Jeonghan’s asking me where we are.” You spoke softly, you knew how sulky Seungcheol would get if he didn’t get what he wanted, but it had to be done.

But fortunately, that was enough to convince him to hold off on his desires. And so he finally stepped out of the car, but only after telling you to not move an inch.

After he opened the door for you, you both began to walk to Jeonghan’s place. It was a nice walk to his place. It would have been even more nice had Seungcheol not tried holding your hand. Was he trying to give you a heart attack? Seriously, everything he did made it feel like he was your boyfriend… which he was not. It really didn’t help your blossoming feelings for him either, it was like he was purposely adding fuel to the fire. But you knew there was nothing behind his gestures, he’s been like this even before you started hooking up.

“C’mon… my hands are cold without yours!” God was he annoying. He was a living embodiment of the pleading emoji, always finding a way to use his puppy eyes to his advantage. But you loved to indulge him every single time.

You rolled your eyes, “What about your other hand? If I only hold this one, then the other one will stay cold.”

“The other hand is connected to the other, so once you hold my hand they both get warmed up.” Seungcheol countered all smug as if that didn’t sound like the dumbest thing he’s ever said.

“I don’t think it works like that-”

“You guys took forever!” Jeonghan said while looking at both you and Seungcheol. You immediately ripped your hand away from Cheol’s.

Jeonghan’s eyes were carrying an entertained look to them, you hope he didn’t see the whole thing between you and Seungcheol. That would be really hard to explain.

But before you could think anything of it, the sound of your favorite voice (besides Cheol's) had gotten your attention.

“y/n~ there's a special surprise waiting for you in the kitchen!” Soonyoung had yelled out behind Jeonghan.

“And… that's my cue!” You immediately sped off towards the kitchen. Tonight was all about having fun and you were going to take advantage of it. Head empty, no thoughts. That is what you were striving for.

Now Seungcheol and Jeonghan were left alone.

“So… you and y/n? Finally?” Jeonghan prodded after your swift departure. He has been waiting for the day that you and Seungcheol finally got together.

“No… not yet at least,” Seungcheol said with a sigh. Even when he didn’t mean to get all sulky, it always happened. It was like second nature to him.

Jeonghan raised his eyebrow to this. While it was amusing to see both of his friends be blind to the other’s feelings, it was just as frustrating. For the past few years, he witnessed how stupid people could truly be. How was it possible that you and Seungcheol were not aware of each other’s feelings? Anybody could see it clear as day. But he couldn’t do anything about it, since at the end of the day, it was not his place to get involved. So with a loud, disappointed sigh, Jeonghan patted Seungcheol’s back. All he could really do was provide advice and comfort.

“Just tell her man, I am more than sure that she will return your feelings.”

Seungcheol groaned at the thought.

“I will but I still need to find the perfect-”

“Time, yes I know that. You’ve been saying that for years now.” Jeonghan was displeased. “But what if y/n begins to think that she’s wasting her time with you? What happens then?”

Seungcheol really wanted to fire back but he couldn’t find anything to say.

And just like that, Jeonghan went inside, leaving Seungcheol outside in the cold.

Jeonghan's 'party' was quite small in reality. It was really just the guys with some of their significant others, nothing crazy.

Well.

Except for Soonyoung and his drinking.

You weren't known to be a heavy drinker but when it came to special occasions, your friends knew you could get down.

Luckily for them, today had been quite stressful in terms of work. So after a few pleas from Soonyoung and Seokmin, you indulged in a few shots. After all, a little never hurt... right?

Wrong.

Needless to say, you got wasted within a matter of hours.

It wasn't your fault though! The games Soonyoung came up with were really entertaining, you just couldn't help yourself.

The burn of the alcohol didn't phase you as much after your fourth shot. The aftertaste was still disgusting of course, but nothing a chaser couldn't fix.

Soonyoung, being the lightweight that he is, was already nearing the edge of blacking out. And Seokmin... you didn't know where he went to. Maybe the bathroom? Well, he was for sure in the house, you'll find him sooner or later.

God, your eyes were beginning to feel heavy and it didn't help that everything was starting to look blurry as well.

You decided to stand up and walk off the sudden drowsiness, that usually helped you wake up a bit. Instead, you felt a sudden rush go straight to your head, which threw you off balance.

Maybe you should-

“…And I think we’re done with the drinks,” Seungcheol said as he magically appeared behind you, taking the empty cup in your hand and throwing it away.

His free hand snaked its way down to your waist. "Feeling good? Need some water love?"

If you were in the right state of mind, you would be definitely thinking about how intimate this would look to the others.

But all you could think about was how his hand was leaving a warm, tingly feeling on your waist. The way his touch was firm yet gentle at the same time.

You were so focused on his touch that you forgot to answer the question he had originally asked you.

He leaned his head further into your neck, "I'll take that as a yes... did you want to head out?"

It was nearing ten o'clock, which should be considered a reasonable time to leave.

"Hmmm... I guess so."

The idea of climbing into bed and just dozing off was so tempting. Unfortunately, you had to wait which was the worst part of it all.

Before you could continue thinking about how comfortable your bed was, you felt something cold press against your cheek.

You shrieked at the feeling.

“Why would you do that?” You yelled out in surprise.

Turning around to look at Seungcheol, you couldn’t help but freeze. His gaze sent you shivers, or maybe it was because of the water bottle still pressed to your cheek. Either way, you were rendered speechless.

“You need to drink your water that’s why.” His tone was innocent but the smile that accompanied it was quiet… mischievous.

“…and maybe because you ignored me today. ”

There it was. He always found a reason to pout and sulk to you.

So you did as you were told and drank from the bottle. It did help wake you up a little bit but you were still far from sober.

"Let's say goodbye to everyone now." He took your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours. This action alone making your body burn up.

You don't remember too much after that, only slurring out your goodbyes to your friends.

It had only been a few minutes since the two of you had arrived at his apartment. He decided it would be better in your case since his place was closer to Jeonghan's compared to yours.

“Since when did you have these products?” You stared in drunken awe, most of your skincare products were in his bathroom.

Shit. He hopes you don't think he's a complete freak. He bought your skincare products for the nights that you would spend at his place. He just wanted to make you feel at home with him. (And maybe this was his way of convincing you to stay the night with him since you had everything you needed…)

“Um… just figured it would be more convenient for you…” he prayed that you would think it was a kind gesture rather than him being a weirdo.

You took a second to respond, admiring how thoughtful he was when it came to making you feel comfortable.

“It's cute, I'm honestly more surprised you were able to get some of these products, some of them are exclusively online...” your eyes flitted to look at his. "Although, I don't think I'm capable of doing my whole routine right now." It was true, you were barely able to stand, imagine trying to do your skincare like this…

“I can do it for you,” he chipped in immediately after.

This filled you with that warm feeling you were now getting accustomed to. What was he doing to your heart?

He tapped the toilet lid, waiting for you to sit so he could begin his work. You knew it was pointless trying to stop him, once he had his mind set on something he wouldn’t let anything get in his way from completing it.

“Not yet. I still have to brush my teeth first.” And maybe this was your time to calm down before he eventually caressed your face for ten minutes straight.

Seungcheol took advantage of the little time you gave him and got changed into something comfortable. He also pulled out some more loose-fitting clothes since he knew you liked wearing baggier clothes to lounge around in. He wondered if it would be too ridiculous if he put them in the dryer to warm them up for you. It shouldn’t be, right?

"Are you sure you want to do this?" You asked apprehensively.

"Of course." He said without a second thought.

"Anything for you, remember?" His eyes were filled with something, some would say love but you didn't want to get too ahead of yourself.

He started to warm up the oil cleanser in between his hands. Then he gently applied the oil to your face, rubbing it in slow circles as to not irritate your face.

It was at times like this that made you worry if your arrangement was a bad idea. Sometimes you wish you would have just confessed to him instead of jumping straight into bed with him. Maybe things would have turned out differently had you done so.

Unwanted tears began pooling in your eyes. Why were these thoughts eating you up all of a sudden?

Seungcheol was quick to notice the tears.

"Did I get it in your eyes? I'm so sorry-"

“Cheol… I don’t think I can continue with- whatever this is,” you hiccuped, “i-it's just too much for me.”

His heart dropped.

What do you mean stop? He thought everything was going great, he was even planning on officially asking you out tomorrow.

“Why? I mean if that's how you really feel then we can stop, but at least tell me why, love.” Though his tone was understanding you could still see the concern in his eyes.

“I don't know... I just feel so conflicted. Like the way you treat me makes me want more with you but I know that's probably not what you want.” It felt as if a huge weight had been taken off of your shoulders. He’s right, you can't just end the arrangement without telling him why.

Continuing, “I just can't help it, I really like you but I know this is just casual for you and I would hate to put you in an uncomfortable position.” You ignored meeting his eyes, knowing you would cry even more if you saw the way he was looking at you right now.

On the other hand, Seungcheol was stunned, to say the least. But he was also relieved to hear the reason you wanted to end things was because you liked him but now he had to stop you from crying. He needed to let you know that he liked you just as much if not even more.

He was usually good with words but he didn’t really know what to say… so he hugged you instead. Hug was actually an understatement. His whole body tightly engulfed yours. He didn’t want to let you go at all.

“Cheol…?”

You tried wiggling out of his grasp but there was no point in trying, he had a very tight hold on you.

“You actually had me worried there for a second, I thought I actually did something wrong.”

Oh.

He cupped your face, which, by the way, was still oily because of the makeup remover.

"I was planning on asking you out tomorrow," he let out a soft laugh, "but I guess you beat me to it." He pressed a light peck to your lips.

“Wait, so does that mean…” okay that sounds dumb. But in true fashion, you had to ask him if he really meant it (even if he just confessed to you).

He laughs at your confusion but nods nonetheless.

"I'm sorry I made you feel that way though," he says wholeheartedly, "I actually wanted to avoid making you feel like I was only using you."

Before you could think of anything to say his hands returned their motions on your face.

"We should finish cleaning you up before we continue talking about us."

It was quiet but not uncomfortable. Soft giggles from either you or Cheol came and went.

He had finished around ten minutes later.

Your eyes were beginning to get heavy again, the sleepiness slowly creeping over you again.

And again, he noticed this. He was always able to read you.

"We can talk about it tomorrow," his tone was soft. He tried his best to not disturb your sleepy state.

His hand went to the small of your back, lightly guiding you to his bedroom.

Once you climbed onto the bed you fell asleep not even a minute later. Seungcheol quickly followed as soon as he cuddled up against you.

It was calm.

It had been almost an hour since you had woken up. Your head wasn't hurting as bad as you thought it would be. Maybe it was because someone kept making you drink water throughout the night.

Speaking of him, Seungcheol was currently busy with making breakfast, which left you the freedom to lounge around the living room.

Until a certain thought came up.

Well, more like thoughts.

You were recounting last night's events and what still weighed on your mind.

You knew you had confessed to Cheol and that he returned your feelings… but something felt off. It still felt like you needed to tell him something but you couldn’t place your finger on exactly what it was.

“Here,” Cheol had placed the food right next to you. God, it wasn’t even anything special but his food looked so damn good.

Yet you couldn’t bring yourself to eat it.

“Is something wrong?” Seungcheol asked apprehensively, his gaze filled with worry.

You didn’t know where to begin.

Maybe you should tell him about the guy you had hooked up with a while ago, the one that didn’t know where your clit was… that’s a good start right?

Obviously you know you didn’t really do anything wrong but it still weighs heavy on your mind from time to time.

"I need to tell you something, but promise me you won't get mad at me," you pleaded.

He looked at you incredulously, "It can't be that bad."

Taking a deep breath you begin, "I slept with someone else. But, this was before we came up with the arrangement, I think maybe a few days after we..." your voice immediately got stuck in your throat once you caught a glimpse of Cheol.

He was oddly calm. Too calm for your liking.

"Did you like it?" His voice didn't hold any trace of anger but you knew he was bothered by it.

You knew that you had to be cautious with your wording.

"No! I think I was just confused at the time so I experimented ," Your voice was meek. "It didn't mean anything, I promise."

He looked at you briefly. "That's too bad."

Huh?

To your dismay, he stood up and walked away into his bedroom.

You felt frozen in a way, confused about how to handle the situation. But rather than letting it grow into something worse you decided to follow him to his room. Talking it out will for sure help.

As you walked towards his door, you noticed that it had been left wide open.

Was this a setup?

Carefully, you stepped inside his room while searching for him. You were met with the sound of the door slamming shut, and a sudden presence behind your back.

"Cheol-" He turned you towards him, his hold was quite firm; though not to be confused with harsh.

"I'm not mad I promise," he leaned closer to kiss you. While his tone was gentle his kiss was not.

He pulled away for just a second.

"Why be mad when I have you all to myself now?"

Before he could go any further he pulled away again.

"Is this okay?"

Immediately, you nodded to let him continue his ministrations.

He cupped your cheeks once again to kiss you.

After a minute or so, he moved down to your neck. At first, he pressed light pecks but eventually started lingering on certain spots.

"Need to let everyone know that you're mine."

With that, he continued marking your neck, making sure that everyone would be able to see that you were now taken.

And while you loved the feeling of him marking you up, you couldn't help but want more.

"Cheol, please," your breaths were labored.

He hummed into the crook of your neck.

"Can you please just fuck me already?" You were growing needier by the second. Your panties were sticking uncomfortably against your heat.

He scoffed at your sudden urgency.

"I still need to prep you though," he tried reasoning with you, but to no avail, it fell upon deaf ears.

"We can do that any other day Cheol," the thought of having to wait a second longer pained you.

But, if that's how you wanted it... how could he deny you that?

He roughly exhaled before focusing on you again.

"Clothes," he instructed with a tug to your (his) shirt.

He did the same in return. Once you were both done stripping, he pushed you towards his bed so he could begin his work on you.

“Are you sure that you don’t want to get prepped first?” He was lightly tracing his fingers over your inner thighs.

Had it been with anyone else you would for sure need prep but Cheol was always careful with you, you trusted him.

“Yes, god, please just fuck me.” Desperate couldn’t begin to describe how you were feeling at the moment.

With that final confirmation, he began to work. While he knew you didn't want to be prepped he still wanted to work you up a bit. Gently, he grabbed a hold of your thighs and started spreading them apart.

He trailed soft kisses at an excruciatingly slow rate. But eventually, he landed on your core. He peppered it with another round of kisses, the pressure varying between each kiss.

After a minute or so he pulled away and slotted himself right in between your legs.

Holding his cock in his hand, he stroked it twice and then ran the tip up and down your slit. No matter how many times you fuck Seungcheol, you will never get used to the initial sting of his cock. It also doesn’t help that he’s so big.

He slowly nudged the tip towards your entrance. Gradually, he carefully pushed himself deeper inside you, cautious knowing that he hadn’t prepped you. After the first few seconds the feeling went away, leaving you with want. You moved your hips to let him know you wanted more.

"Fuck," you manage.

"Can't take me?" He almost pulls out fully before snapping his cock into you again.

You hated when he got this cocky, but you couldn't deny that it didn't turn you on even more.

“Shut up,” you tried hiding the pleasure in your voice while he slowly went in and out of you.

He only hummed in response. Soon he became enveloped in you, his thrusts were slowly picking up pace while he held onto you tightly. Your senses were completely invaded by Seungcheol, only being able to think about him.

“I will never get used to how tight you are,” his voice was strained, trying his best to not cum inside you. (because that would be embarrassing, not for you but for him)

All you could do was moan in response.

After a few months of consistent hookups, Seungcheol had learned about your body pretty quickly, from your kinks, to your turn offs… he practically knew your body inside and out.

Which explained how he knew you were on the brink of coming, your walls tightening around him being a common telltale sign.

Usually, he would edge you for a good hour or so, but after last night’s ordeal he just wanted to show you how much you affected him. So with that, Seungcheol lazily brought his free down to your clit and began to rub slow yet firm circles. He knew that playing with your bud would immediately send you over the edge. It also didn’t help that his pace was becoming more erratic, by the looks of it, you would be coming together.

And just like that, after a few more thrusts he felt you begin to spasm underneath him, letting a loud string of moans out during the act. Seungcheol dipped his head towards your lips as he came inside you, making you swallow his groans in the process.

Shortly after, Seungcheol’s body fell completely limp on yours, feeling only pure exhaustion. It felt nice, only being able to feel his heavy body on top of yours… kind of therapeutic in a sense. But unfortunately that didn’t last very long, because after a minute or so, everything began to feel wet and sticky.

As if reading your mind, Seungcheol mumbled out a low, “let’s get cleaned up.”

While you were obviously up for it, the thought of having to stand up at this very moment felt horrible. As he slowly pulled out of you, you couldn’t help but just stay on the bed. This did not go well with Seungcheol.

“Y/n c’mon, we have to get you cleaned up,” he whined while tugging on your arm.

“Just five more minutes, I still can’t feel my legs!” Were you being over dramatic? Yes, but it’s not like he’s not used to it.

“Y/n we have to get ready to go out.” This time he pulled you all the way up, keeping you steady while you regained your balance. You did recall him mentioning going out today but you don’t remember exactly where.

“Really? Where are we going?” The excitement of going out completely masked the feeling of your jelly-like legs.

“Nowhere in specific.” Your smile dropped. What does he mean nowhere? You hated when he turned things into surprises. (Hate is a strong word but you get the idea.)

He shrugged his shoulders, “Just wanted to show my new girlfriend off to the world I guess…”

Ugh. He is so annoying.

“Never say that again, ever.”

Yet, you couldn’t hide the smile slowly creeping up towards your face. Hearing him call you his girlfriend was definitely something you could get used to.

I am so so so sorry for leaving you guys hanging! It was not my intention I swear,, I just kept taking and adding to the fic which is why it got delayed so bad… at least the finale is here right? The last part was not proofread so I’m hoping that it’s legible, hope you enjoy :3

[rispwr]

If i were you i'd do me - JK - MDNI - 2

pairings : fuckboy! jk x fem! reader, established relationship, mentions of smart! namjoon x oc, slow burn, enemies to lovers

contents/warnings : rich! oc, nepo! oc, fuckboy! jk, rich! jk, slight love triangle, smut, spoiled! oc, jk, big c! jk, fingering, semi-public xxx

taglist : comment if yall wanna be added

context : Jungkook, the notorious campus heartbreaker and player, unexpectedly becomes your groupmate alongside Namjoon, the guy you’ve secretly admired for ages. However, it seems your feelings have started shifting from Namjoon to someone else entirely unexpected…

two or three part series

It had been a week and a half since the group project began, and we only had two days left before we were supposed to present. I couldn't believe how fast the deadline was approaching. Surprisingly, Jungkook and I had managed to get along a little better in the past few days, although our relationship was still complicated. There was definitely more tension between us—lots of bickering over small details in the project, but there was also something else. A weird undercurrent of sexual tension seemed to creep into our interactions, though I tried to ignore it as much as possible.

We were in class, and the professor was droning on about something I wasn't paying much attention to. My mind wandered, thinking about how we were going to pull everything together in just two days. Suddenly, I felt my phone vibrate in my lap. Curious, I glanced down at my screen under the table to see who had texted me. It was Jungkook.

Jungkook: Hey, princess. Got any plans after class?

I rolled my eyes, my lips curling into a small smirk. Of course, he couldn't just ask normally. I typed a quick response.

Y/N: Not unless you're counting trying to save our sorry excuse for a project.

Almost immediately, my phone buzzed again.

Jungkook: Touché. How about we finish it at my place? You, me... Namjoon. Group work, you know?

Y/N: Why at your place?

Jungkook: Because my place is more fun. And I can make you a proper coffee. You know you want to.

Y/N: Fine. But this better be about the project and nothing else.

Jungkook: Can't promise that ;) See you after class.

I shook my head at his winking emoji but couldn't deny the tiny thrill that ran through me. Whether it was the impending deadline or something else, the air between Jungkook and me had been charged with an underlying tension lately. I wasn't sure how to feel about it, but it was becoming harder to brush off.

Once we settled in Jungkook's place, the tension between us was unbearable. It had been building for days, and now, in the quiet of his living room, it felt like we were teetering on the edge of something we couldn't take back.

Jungkook sat next to me on the couch, his casual demeanor masking the intensity in the air. I opened my laptop, pretending to focus on the project, but my mind was far from it. I could feel his eyes on me, and when his hand casually drifted to rest on my thigh again, I froze.

"Have you eaten yet?" he asked, his voice low and smooth, like he wasn't fully paying attention to his own words but to the way my body tensed at his touch.

I forced myself to look at him, raising an eyebrow. "wow. you suddenly care about my wellbeing now?"

He smirked, that familiar cocky grin that always seemed to piss me off. "What? Can't a guy ask a simple question?"

I rolled my eyes and turned my gaze back to the screen. "Yeah, I ate. Did you?"

"Mmhmm," he murmured, not removing his hand, his fingers starting to gently trace little patterns on my thigh. "Just making sure you're not starving before we start working."

I bit my lip, trying to focus, but every nerve in my body was screaming at me to pay attention to his touch. His fingers were moving now, grazing my skin in slow, deliberate strokes, each one lighting a fire in my core.

I couldn't take it anymore. 

The tension, 

his hand, 

his stupid smirk

—it was all too much. I turned to face him, my chest rising and falling with barely concealed frustration. Before I could think about what I was doing, 

I grabbed his face and crashed my lips onto his.

The kiss was messy,

 desperate, fueled by all the frustration and tension that had been boiling over between us for weeks. He responded immediately, his hand tightening on my thigh, pulling me closer as he kissed me back just as fiercely. His other hand tangled in my hair, and for a moment, it felt like nothing else mattered except the way his lips moved against mine.

In between the kiss, he pulled back just a fraction, enough to murmur, "Thought you hated me."

I barely registered his words, my breath coming in short, heavy pants. "I do," I whispered, my voice a mix of defiance and something else. "I think."

Jungkook chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against my lips as he leaned back in, his hand now traveling up my side, slipping under my shirt. His touch was slow, teasing, as if he was testing just how far he could push before I stopped him. But I didn't stop him. I couldn't. The warmth of his palm against my skin sent shivers through my entire body, and I leaned into him, craving more.

His lips were on mine again, but this time, the kiss was deeper, slower, like we were savoring every second of this moment. His hand moved higher, grazing the edge of my bra, and I let out a quiet whimper, the sound muffled against his mouth.

"Still think you hate me?" he teased between kisses, his lips brushing against the corner of my mouth, trailing down to my jaw.

I tried to answer, but my thoughts were a jumbled mess, lost in the haze of his touch and the overwhelming heat building inside me. Instead, all I could manage was a shaky, "Shut up."

Jungkook grinned against my skin, his breath hot against my neck as his hand slipped further under my shirt, his fingers ghosting over my breast. "You know," he murmured, his voice low and full of that damn cockiness, "I'm not even doing anything, and you're already..... horny?."

I swallowed hard, trying to regain some control, but the way his hand felt on me, the way his lips moved against my skin, it was impossible to think straight. I opened my mouth to say something, to tell him to stop...or maybe to tell him not to stop, but before I could, 

I heard the sound of the door opening.

Panic shot through me, and I jerked away from him, pulling my shirt back down and scrambling to sit up straight. Namjoon had just walked in, completely oblivious to the tension that had just filled the room.

Jungkook, on the other hand, didn't even flinch. He stayed where he was, leaning back casually with a smug grin on his face, like he was savoring the fact that he had completely undone me in a matter of minutes. He rubbed his lips with his thumb, his eyes glinting with amusement as he watched me try to pull myself together.

Namjoon, blissfully unaware of what he'd just interrupted, smiled and waved as he set his bag down. "Hey, sorry I'm late."

"Uh, it's fine," I mumbled, still feeling the heat in my cheeks as I avoided Jungkook's gaze. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I couldn't stop thinking about what had just happened—or what almost happened.

Jungkook finally sat up, stretching lazily as he glanced at Namjoon. "We were just getting started," he said, his tone casual, though the smirk on his face told me he was still very much enjoying the moment.

Namjoon nodded, pulling out his laptop. "Cool, let's get to work then."

I shot a glare at Jungkook, who only grinned wider, clearly reveling in the fact that I was still flustered. And as much as I wanted to punch him, I couldn't deny the way my body still buzzed from his touch.

This was going to be a long night.

As the three of us sat around Jungkook's living room table, trying to focus on the project, I couldn't help but feel the lingering tension between us. My mind kept drifting back to the kiss, the way his hands felt on me, and it didn't help that Jungkook kept sending me these playful glances when Namjoon wasn't looking.

We were supposed to be reviewing some notes Namjoon had brought, but my attention was elsewhere. Namjoon was talking animatedly about his ideas, while I pretended to follow along, nodding occasionally. Meanwhile, Jungkook, who sat way too close for comfort on my other side, started to shift, his knee brushing against mine under the table.

I froze for a second, my heart racing, but I didn't move. I didn't pull away. Instead, I shot him a quick look out of the corner of my eye. He glanced back, smirking, and then, without warning, his hand slipped under the table and onto my thigh again.

This time, though, it wasn't innocent.

His fingers began to creep higher, just brushing the hem of my skirt. I tensed up, glancing at Namjoon, who was completely focused on the work in front of him. Jungkook's hand continued its slow, deliberate journey under my skirt, and I couldn't help the way my breath hitched.

I should've stopped him. I should've pushed his hand away, but I didn't. My body reacted on its own, allowing him to continue as my heart pounded in my chest. I swallowed hard, trying to maintain some semblance of normalcy as Namjoon droned on about the project.

Jungkook's fingers slowly rubbed my clothed clit, and I bit my lip, trying to suppress a gasp. I shifted slightly in my seat, hoping Namjoon wouldn't notice. Jungkook, of course, noticed everything. He leaned in just a little closer, whispering softly, "You okay?"

I shot him a glare, though it lacked any real conviction. He chuckled under his breath, clearly enjoying the fact that I was letting him get away with this. His hand traveled higher, pushing my panties to the side enough for him to enter. 

i then let out a slight whimper catching their attention. jungkook smirking as he inserts another finger into me "are you okay y/n?" namjoon asks concerned about me "a-ahh no no..haha i-i stubbed my toe" i tried to reply as i was unable to talk normally. the pleasure was too good. 

now i know why girls love to throw themselves at jungkook

i held onto jungkooks shirt tightening my grip as i felt my orgasm being near. jungkook sensed it as my walls then starts to tighten around his fingers, he then fastened his pace, making my heart race faster. he then looks at me as i struggle, biting my lips trying not to make any sounds but my legs were shaking. 

i finally came. my white liquid coating his fingers as he pulls out making a 'plop' sound. 

i breathed heavily trying to pull myself together as i lick my lips, turning to jungkook watching him as he licks his fingers, cleaning my cum that was on his fingers.

once we were done with our study session Namjoon stood up to leave, an awkward silence settled in the room for a brief second. He gathered his things, explaining something about a school board meeting that he couldn't miss. I nodded along, thankful for the distraction from the tension that had been building between Jungkook and me for the past hour. Jungkook, on the other hand, remained calm, though I could sense the playful energy still simmering beneath the surface.

Namjoon finally said his goodbyes and left, closing the door behind him. The silence between Jungkook and me felt thick, heavy with the weight of everything we weren't saying. I didn't dare look at him at first, knowing that the second I did, we wouldn't be able to hold back any longer.

i then got up from the couch as i got on his lap, ruffling and playing with his hair. i tilt my head keeping eye contact with him giving him a smile as his hands starts travelling it's way to undo my bra until my phone suddenly rang distrupting our moment. 

i got up to get my phone and it's hoseok. 

i answered the call but jungkook took it 

"hey y/n where are you?" hoseok asks concerned as it has already been past 6 pm.

"she's with her boyfriend" jungkook answers making me shook my head in panic as i try to get my phone from him "what the fuck jungkook!" i got up on him trying to get the phone as i heard hoseok mutter "what the fuck is happening" on the phone. "kiss first" jungkook points at his lips hinting me to kiss him. 

and without hesitation i kissed him. i pull away looking at him in the eye as i spoke softly "can i get my phone now?" "say please" he replies making me annoyed. "can i please get my phone now?" i answered him as he slowly gave me the phone giving a cocky grin.

i yanked the phone from him a little bit harsh but i was already annoyed. 

"hey hoseok? i'm sorry that was jungkook" i said  awkwardly

"i was right then?" he asks 

"huh?"

"you like him do youuu??" he teases 

"hell nah what the fuck" i shook my head

jungkook then interrupts and yell on the phone "says the girl who kissed me and wanted to make out with me!" i hit jungkooks shoulder playfully as hoseok on the phone "omygod!! jimin and jin has to know about this bye!!" 

"wait hoseok no-" before i could speak hoseok ends the call.

"what the fuck?" i said to him annoyed 

"sorryyy princess" he gives me a peck on the cheek and points at his hard bulge

"i made you cum and i didn't get to cum" he pouts 

"my precious pussy doesn't deserve a cock that goes in other pussies that we don't even know it clean. maybe stop fucking other girls and i'll let you, hm?" i cup his face as i answered softly 

i then sat down on the couch to relax, closing my eyes, i couldn't stop thinking about what had happened today with jungkook.

After everything that happened, Jungkook broke the silence with a smirk, his usual confidence returning. "Let me take you home," he offered, tilting his head towards the door. "You know, on my bike."

"Sure," I said, keeping my voice steady, though internally I was anything but calm.

As we walked out of his house and towards his bike, I could feel the unspoken tension between us, a silent reminder of the unresolved tension lingering in the air. Jungkook handed me a helmet, his fingers brushing lightly against mine. I couldn't help but notice how his eyes lingered on me for a second longer than necessary before he turned his attention back to the bike.

"You sure you trust me on this thing?" he teased, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he adjusted his helmet.

I rolled my eyes, but a small smile crept onto my face despite myself. "Just don't kill me, Jeon," I said, slipping the helmet on.

Jungkook chuckled before straddling the bike. "Wouldn't dream of it," he replied, patting the seat behind him. "Hop on."

I hesitated for a second before sliding onto the seat behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist. The moment my body pressed against his back, I could feel the firm muscles under his shirt, the warmth radiating from him. I mentally cursed myself for feeling flustered by something as simple as a bike ride, but there was no denying the electricity that sparked between us. The memory of his hands on me, his lips, kept flashing in my mind. God, what had happened to me?

As soon as the engine revved to life, the city streets blurred past us, and I tightened my grip on Jungkook. The wind whipped around us, the cool night air contrasting with the warmth of his body. My chest was pressed firmly against him, my heart pounding in my ears, and I couldn't help but bury my face into his back. Being this close to him, especially after everything that had just happened, made it hard to think straight.

The ride home was both exhilarating and maddening. Every second, I was hyper-aware of how close we were, the subtle movements of his body as he steered the bike, the way my arms tightened around him with every turn. I had never ridden on a motorcycle before, and the adrenaline only added to the charged atmosphere. As much as I hated to admit it, part of me didn't want the ride to end.

But all too soon, we pulled up in front of my house. Jungkook parked the bike, cutting the engine, and I reluctantly let go of him, sliding off the seat. My legs were a little unsteady, whether from the ride or the emotions swirling inside me, I wasn't sure. I pulled off the helmet, my fingers brushing through my hair as I handed it back to him.

As soon as Jungkook and I stepped through the front door, my mom, ever the gracious host, immediately beamed at Jungkook, practically pulling him inside with an invitation to stay for tea. I was trying to mentally prepare myself for the inevitable barrage of questions from her, but before I could even process that, I heard the familiar voice of my best friend, Hoseok, from the living room.

"Y/N! Guess what? I found—oh..." Hoseok's words trailed off when he saw Jungkook behind me, his eyes widening in surprise. His playful grin faltered for a second, replaced by curiosity as he glanced between the two of us. "Wait, what's going on here? You're bringing home the infamous Jeon Jungkook?"

I shot Hoseok a warning look, but he only raised his eyebrows, clearly amused. Of course, he would be staying over tonight. Hoseok was practically family at this point—my mom loved him, and he often stayed over when he was in town. I should have known he'd be here, lounging on the couch like he owned the place.

Before I could answer, my mom jumped in, leading Jungkook toward the living room, where she immediately started gushing over him. "Oh, it's so nice to meet one of Y/N's friends from school! She never brings anyone home. Please, make yourself comfortable."

Jungkook chuckled softly, giving my mom his signature charming smile. "Thank you, ma'am. It's nice to meet you too."

I could see my mom's eyes light up at his politeness, and I mentally groaned, knowing she was going to absolutely love him by the end of the night. Great, just what I needed—my mom falling for Jungkook's charm.

While my mom was busy fawning over him, I made my way over to Hoseok, who was sitting on the couch with an overly dramatic grin plastered on his face. The moment I sat down next to him, he leaned in, lowering his voice.

"So... you and Jungkook, huh?" Hoseok's tone was dripping with playful curiosity. "Did I just sense some serious tension there, or am I imagining things?"

I rolled my eyes, trying to act casual, though I could feel my cheeks warming up. "It's nothing. We're just working on a group project together."

Hoseok snorted, clearly unconvinced. "Yeah, sure. A group project. Is that what we're calling it now? What happened, huh? Did you two—" He paused, his eyes widening. "Wait, don't tell me you guys really kissed."

I froze, my heart skipping a beat as I glanced at Hoseok. I didn't need to say anything; the look on my face was enough to confirm his suspicions.

Hoseok gasped dramatically, his voice dropping even lower. "You did kiss! Oh my god, Y/N! I knew there was something going on between you two."

I nudged him with my elbow, whispering harshly, "Will you keep it down? My mom's right there."

Hoseok grinned, completely unbothered by my attempt to hush him. "How was it? Was it good? Was it like... you know, fireworks?"

I shot him a look. "Hoseok, seriously, now is not the time."

But Hoseok, being the relentless best friend he was, wasn't about to drop it. He leaned closer, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Come on, spill the tea. I've got to know. You can't just drop a bomb like that and expect me to stay quiet."

I sighed, knowing he wasn't going to let this go. "Fine," I muttered under my breath. "We kissed. "

Hoseok's grin widened. "And? How was it? You can't just say it happened and leave me hanging."

I glanced over at Jungkook, who was still talking with my mom, oblivious to the conversation Hoseok and I were having. "It was...something. he uhh you know?" i glanced down at my bottom area hinting him what had happened

Hoseok raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "OMYGOD! So, like... good or bad?"

I gave him a pointed look. "What do you think?"

Hoseok let out a low whistle, shaking his head in disbelief. "Wow. You and Jeon Jungkook. Who would've thought? The bad boy and the good girl. This is like some kind of drama."

I groaned, burying my face in my hands. "Please, don't make this a thing."

"Oh, it's already a thing, Y/N," Hoseok teased, nudging me with his shoulder. "You're in deep now."

I glared at him, though I couldn't help but smile a little. "You're impossible."

Hoseok just laughed, but before he could say anything else, Jungkook walked over, finally free from my mom's grasp. He glanced at me and Hoseok, a curious look in his eyes, but didn't say anything. Instead, he leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his gaze briefly meeting mine before flicking away.

"You guys talking about something interesting?" Jungkook asked, his voice casual, but there was a hint of playfulness there.

Hoseok, of course, jumped on the opportunity. "Oh, nothing much. Just talking about how Y/N never brings anyone home. Guess you must be special, Jungkook."

I shot Hoseok a look, silently telling him to shut up, but he just grinned back at me, enjoying every second of this.

Jungkook smirked, his eyes locking with mine for a moment. "Yeah, I guess I am," he said, his tone teasing.

I rolled my eyes, feeling the heat rise to my face again. "Hobi, don't you have something else to do?"

Hoseok shrugged, standing up from the couch with a stretch. "Nah, I think I've caused enough trouble for one night. I'll leave you two to... whatever it is you're doing."

I watched as he sauntered off, but not before giving me a wink. I let out a breath, mentally preparing myself for the inevitable interrogation that would come from him later. But for now, I turned my attention back to Jungkook, who was still watching me with that same playful glint in his eyes.

"So," Jungkook said, his voice low enough that only I could hear. "You really couldn't stop talking about me, huh?"

I narrowed my eyes at him, crossing my arms defensively. "Don't get cocky, Jeon."

But he just grinned, clearly enjoying the effect he had on me. "Too late."

[thevestigeofvanillaan]

Interlinked.

nerdy!kyle x popular!reader.

content: female reader, smut, "y/n", talking through snaps (snapchat, partial)

pervy nerdy kyle🤝slutty popular y/n

ive been inspired by @bro-flov-ski (go follow!) so here's this..

you had him in a choke hold. he couldn't breathe in your presence. as you walked past him in the hallways with your little skirt hiking up, your coy smile, and eye contact; he held his breath.

kyle let out a big sigh when you turned the corner, stan asks "dude why don't you just ask her out? you guys snap all the time and she clearly has a thing for you."

"are you crazy?" kyle looks at stan with wide eyes. "someone like me could never be with someone like her. she probably likes some jock or something." his phone buzzes and he's excited at the noise, quickly checking it and smiling when he sees your name on the screen.

"don't look at me like that, we only snap because that's what girls do." kyle shoves stan in the shoulder before walking into chemistry.

he was shocked to see that you moved your seat next to where he'd been sitting. you sat so pretty, your thighs looking so plump for him and your breasts so close to slipping out of the tight shirt youre wearing. he almost instantly felt hard at the sight of you, on your phone not even recognizing his perv ass staring at you as he made his way to his seat.

you look up in surprise when you hear the chair being pulled next to you. "oh, hey kyle didn't see you there." you smile pretty at him, resting your chin in the palm of your hand as you stare at him with a face full of lust.

"hi y/n." he mumbles briefly, taking a seat.

the bulge in his pants was too obvious, he knew that. you thought it was so cute though, that he couldn't help himself around you. it even turned you on a little.

in front of your whole class, he was rock hard at the mere sight of you. how cute, covering himself with his jacket. "what do you have to hide, ky?" you giggle.

he looks at you with a nervous expression and you only laugh harder. he was so precious. you crossed your legs and used the one higher to graze his leg with it. you watch him avoiding your gaze, refusing to look at you, looking at anything but. you watched as he bit his lip and sat up.

poor thing was probably so desperate for you then. "im sorry, that must be so hard for you.." you say quietly as you rub his leg with your foot, going higher up with each graze.

you could hear his breath hitch and his lips quiver slightly and decided that was enough teasing.. for now.

later that day when you were home you decided kyle had you on delivered for too long and sent him a more.. bold snap of you.

you were in a tank top and panties and decided to take a mirror picture for him. you added a caption saying "wydd".

he responded quickly once you'd double snapped him. although, he took a minute to respond. must have been looking at the picture for an extra minute, you figured.

you were surprised to see his snap being a mirror picture of himself, shirtless in gray sweatpants which make it easy to see the imprint in his pants. it was captioned "thinking about you".

that was the boldest thing you'd seen him do. turned on by this, you respond with a picture of you with your tongue out. captioning it "yeah? what kind of thoughts? dirty ones?".

again, quickly responding. it was a picture of him with his tongue out too. captioned "would it be weird if i was?".

"it'd be hot" you respond. "what kind of dirty stuff are you thinking about kyle?".

"idk.. fucking you?😂" (unironically using the laughing emoji is such a nerdy kyle thing btw).

"felt so bad for you in chem today, wish i could have helped you with that.."

"oh yeah?" the snap was a picture of him and you could tell he was doing things off camera.

so naughty of him, but it was so hot to you. this nerdy boy being so desperate and hard for you.

you send a picture of you cupping one of your breasts through your thin tank top. "yeah ;)."

"maybe you could help me next time?" he replied about two minutes later after having you on opened. must've been looking at the picture pumping his cock, so desperate for you.

the truth was that you were desperate for him too.. teasing yourself wishing it was his fingers instead of yours. you couldn't get off to the fact that he wasn't the one touching you, you needed him, bad.

the next day was a friday and school went on as usual until chemistry when you saw kyle again.

when you saw him already sitting down as you walked into the classroom suddenly the air felt thicker. you wanted him but you had to keep your cool.

sitting right next to him, he stares. blatantly staring directly at you with a cocky grin. you'd never seen him like that before.

"hey." you say trying to sound casual.

he chuckles softly, still smirking at you while shaking his head slowly, looking down "hi.".

oh his laugh. his little breathy chuckle. it was so attractive.

"wanna hang out after school?" you asked. what was the worst that could happen? it's a friday and you wanted to see if those texts would go through in person..

his eyes dart to yours and he looks serious before he laughs softly. "naughty girl, aren't you?".

"what? no!" you shake your head and laugh. "i mean only if you.." you make eyecontact again and both laugh and look away awkwardly.

"don't be afraid now," he starts to play with one of the bracelets he was wearing. "i won't bite you unless you want me to."

you laugh and cover your smile and the teacher begins the class finally.

the time after school rolls around and you decide to text kyle when you got home. "still down to hang out?"

he responds quickly. "yeah, my place?" he says.

"sure," you send. "can i head over now?"

when you got there you knocked on the door and a couple seconds later there was kyle standing at the door, inviting you inside to his home.

making casual conversation as he leads you to his room, your pinkie interlinked with his.

"yeah" he responds and sends his address and you drive over to his house which isn't that far from yours.

you giggle as you sit on his bed next to him, as close as you could be. his thigh against yours.

"so what do you wanna do?" he laughs almost awkwardly. he was so handsome as you were looking into his eyes. his beautiful eyes which spoke to yours.

you laugh at what you were about to say. "i think you know what i wanna do.." you smile down and use your pinkie to draw pictures on his knee.

"oh do i?" he smirks.

"mhmm.." you mumble and your faces get closer when you slowly move to straddle him, him guiding your hips to the right place as you slowly begin to grind against him. you could feel his hot breath against your open lips and your eyes flutter shut as your lips make contact with kyle's.

they meet again but with more passion and for longer this time and both of your breathing gets heavier. your grinding becomes more synchronized and everything becomes unreal.

his hands traveled your body, trying to memorize every curve before tapping your thigh softly. "can i?" he asks, playing with the hem of your shirt and you nod into his neck with a hum, still grinding against him.

he takes your shirt off and you lift your arms so he could do so easier, quickly moving your hands to either side of his face before kissing him passionately.

he hums into your mouth in pleasure of his cock being dry humped, especially by you.

this felt like a dream.

"please.." you mumble quietly into his ear. "ill be a good girl, need you so bad, ky.." your hands caress his chest and his head falls back before he nods with a soft chuckle.

"okay, okay.. it's okay baby. im not going anywhere, okay?" he hushes you, holding your hips to slow you down so he can give you what you want. "you want my cock?"

you nod. you wanted it so bad. you were so wet already he didn't even need to do anything to prepare you.

he helped you take off your skirt after you got off him and he laid you down on his bed gently, placing a pillow behind your head and upper back to ensure that you're comfortable.

unzipping his pants and taking out his cock and teasing his own tip with his thumb as you watched intently. mumbling as you rub your thighs together, he rubs them and gently moves them apart. "hey, hey.. it's okay. you ready?"

"mhm.. please, ky." you practically whine and he lines his cock up with your entrance before slowly sliding in.

"fuckk.. you're being such a good girl for me, huh? that's it doll, just like that f'me.." he groans before he whimpers softly when his whole length is inside of you. his whimpers.. they were addicting.

you whine at his noises and the feeling of him stretching you out so good with his fat cock..

"you okay?" he asks, moving a chunk of hair put of the way of your eyes so you could look into his eyes. "look at me, doll." immediately you look up into his pretty eyes. "you ready for me?"

you nod.

"no, no baby. you gotta tell me you're ready.."

"mm ready ky.. please." and he thrusts hard into you, making you gasp and moan loud. he laughs and continues thrusting into you at a pretty fast pace, groaning at the feeling of your tight wet walls clenching around him.

wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer to you, scratching at his bare back, definitely leaving red scratch marks but you hadn't cared. not when he was making you feel so good..

his voice, the things he was saying, the situation, him.. it was all so much and it got you so close so fast.

him too. he was ready to crack so soon. but he wouldn't cum before you would..

fucking hard into you as you moan out his name in pleasure. "fuck!– ky, im gonna—."

"you are?"

"mmmhmmm.." you can't help it, you were so close.

"fuck baby me too.. where–" you cut him off.

"in me please ky i need you to fill me up so bad i need you.."

and with that both of you were reaching your climaxes together.. loud moans and heavy breathing filling the whole room before almost silence falls apart from the breathing.

he laughs when you two make eye contact and you smile. "what?"

"nothing.." he laughs again.

"no! what?" you giggle and sit up, backing away from him.

"nothing! i just never thought i would have ever done that with you.." he responds.

you couldn't help but smile at him.. "me either.."

THEN U GUYS GOT MARRIED THE END OK MY PHONE IS LAGGING I LOVE U GUYS BYE

[lefluoritesys]

A breakdown of apps you can use to communicate with your alters as separate people and write down information about them online and offline with their pros, cons, and a personal rating because I really needed it when I was new to being a system:

Note: by "PC" I mean any computer/macbook/etc. By "all devices" I mean PC, mobile, tablet, iPad, etc.

I apologize for mistakes in advance.

1. Antar: An app created to chat with your "inner self," found in both Play Store and AppStore. One of the more popular ones among systems. It is an app where you get to create personas that would be chatting with each other in chats called "sessions." Those sessions can either be given a name or just left named after the date they were created on. Each persona is given a color that would become the color of their messages in sessions. Offline app.

Pros: Fiarly easy to use, no in-depth information needed to access it fully. Biometric lock; 4 languages (English, Chinese, Hindi, Spanish) for the system, however any language can be used via text; no limit to the amount of personas added (as far as I'm aware). Messages sent by the wrong persona can be changed; the "quote" feature allows you to start a thread under a message; provides descriptions of each persona. You can also give your personas an avatar rather than just a color. Has a "replay" and "visualization" feature, though I'd say it's strictly just for funzies.

Cons: Not available on PC; has no backup, phone-related resets or deletion of the app results in all information lost. Session order constantly changes depending on which senssion you entered, which in my opinion (+OCD) is a nuisance; you can't delete the "me" character which I've been wanting to do for a while. Can't add hexcodes.

Personal rating: 6/10. If you need an app that you can lock from unwanted visitors, if you don't mind and even prefer something simple, and if you don't care that the conversations might disappear, this app is a good choice.

2. Discord's PluralKit: A more avdanced discord bot with tons of settings and commands that was created specifically for systems. Allows you to add almost any information about your system memebers, even such things as birthdays. The way it works is, it "proxies" your messages with a certain command somewhere in the "normal" message, sends a message identical to yours from a bot created with the name you chose, and deletes your original message. Basically replaces a message from your account with a message from a bot you created earlier. Proxies are small commands that give the both a green light to do that, and they can be whatever you want them to be. Online bot.

Pros: Feels like different people are talking; allows you to track your switches; available on all devices; one system can be linked to multiple accounts, although you can't create multiple systems under one account; allows you to group alters together; allows you to restrict access to certain information from all users; allows you to add as many alters as you want; has a number of ways you can access the information you put in which would all be sorted and organized for you; autoproxy allows you to not proxy every message you sent; since you can't delete messages of other people on servers that are not yours, and the bot messages are not, in fact, yours, PluralKit allows you to react to the message with an emoji that deletes the proxied message; while you can't use it in DMs, you can set up commands in DMs with the bot; every memeber has a unique code, and so does the system itself, and it records when the member was created; can be exported to SimplyPlural.

Cons: Commands are difficult and complex, and so is the dashboard; can only be used on servers; sometimes offline as all bots are, though rarely; you can't use it anywhere outside discord (a con for those who don't use discord); I had instances where I saw people use it for roleplay which is also allowed; proxies are a pain; you'd need a guide to tell you why certain things are needed in it; you cannot reply to messages with gifs when using a proxy; when being exported to SimplyPlural it exports everything, so if you had 10 members on SimplyPlural and 15 on PluralKit, it's best to add those 5 manually than delete 10 new exported alters (I did it with 100+ alters by accident and it was a pain).

Personal rating: 9/10. Complex, difficult to figure out, but once you get ahold of it and how it works, you'd be amazed. Also a pain that you can't use it in DMs, but it's to be expected from a bot. And you can always create a server with just you.

3. Discord's Tupperbox: A discord bot created mainly for roleplay, but actively used by systems who cannot get along with PluralKit. A simpler bot, easy to use and figure out, most things can be done via dashboard, doesn't have the opportunity to add a lot of inofrmation. Online bot.

Pros: Simple; allows grouping alters; allows different tags for different members and groups, sometimes individually; way simpler commands, and most things can be added via dashboard; looks and works almost the same as PluralKit when in a conversation; available on all devices.

Cons: Can't add avatars via dashboard, only using the commands; can't add two alters with the same name (which you can do with PluralKit); people reported it glitching out and deleting members; mainly used for roleplay; gives a weird list of members via commands that is unusable in my experience; doesn't work out of discord.

Personal rating: 7/10. Perfect for people who just want to talk and not write down information about them with the bot, but the threat of members being deleted, especially as a larger system, is concerning. We mainly use it for OSDD-1a subsystems. It was also not created for systems, as far as I'm aware. I see more cons than pros.

4. Simply Plural: Another more well-known tool used and created for systems. Simply Plural is an app that allows you to create profiles of your members and add any information you'd like about them via custom fields. It has a chat feature, allows you to track your front and switch history, add friends, and many more. Supports endogenic systems (which is being mentioned not for discorse purposes but as a fact. Whether you find it good or not is up to you) and allows singlets to create profiles as well, although I don't know a lot about that part. Both offline and online app.

Pros (and a bit about the app): Backup included; tracks your switches and front, allows you to change exact time for them, too (24-hour clock down to minutes included); the polls feature works like polls on same Tumblr and everywhere else but specifically for your system memebrs; analytics provide information about who fronts the most, during what time of day they usually front; you and your friends can see each other's profiles, which is why singlets can also create profiles, which allows you to acces info about each other's systems; "trusted people" feature allows you to pick whether you want everybody to see your alters or not, or if you want outsiders to see your profile at all; provides resources and guides to plurality (which I personally haven't checked, but still putting it in the pros, if somebody thinks I shouldn't, let me know); has an app reminders feature; you can add as much information as you want; front history shows up in a person's profile; alters can add notes; alter groups are available; available on all devices, however, only as a website on PC; colors of your alters can be used in the chat to highlight names; hexcodes are available; "custom front" is a status you set with fronting which can be hilarious sometimes; connects to PluralKit in a number of ways.

Cons: The chat feature is a bit difficult to use, and first time I did, I freaked out because I couldn't get out of it (the trick is to go to "channels" and press "navigation", there you'll see the dashboard); friends can't communicate with each other; copy-pasting is hard on both mobile and PC; something about the interface and navigation irks me and our visually impaired self; notes have same visibility as the profile itself, which is inconvenient if you want your profile to be seen but not your notes; avatars can't be added via website.

Personal rating: 6/10. I don't like how it looks and works (probably due to being visually impaired and other issues), but if you manage to get the information in it, it's pretty accessible and thoughtful of what systems might need. Could be used as a tool to start working with your system rather than do it long-term.

5. Twinote: An app that is your "personal Twitter." Pretty sure it was created for the purpose of having fun rather communicating with alters. Offline app.

Pros: Backup provided; allows "private accounts" that other "users" can't see; can create as many users as you want, as many posts as you want; can upload up to 4 images; works almost like Twitter; has a chat feature; comments, retweets, likes are present; "lists" feature allows you to group users and see only their messages which could be used for "things only protectors sent" and such; storage shows all pictures used in the app, so you won't lose anything; tagging and following people is still an option, and following private accounts give that user an opportunity to be the only one seeing their tweets.

Cons: Can't upload videos; can't do much with anything other than posts and profiles, so trends and other stuff there is off-limits (as far as I know); you have to constantly switch between profiles for the chat feature; share button only shares the contents of the message; very easy to accidentally press the wrong button and delete a tweet by dragging it left (which I almost did a few times).

Personal rating: 7,5/10. I know it's probably annoying that I didn't just type either 7 or 8, but the reaosn why is cause I have mixed feelings about it from a practical point of view. We use it strictly to communicate what we did during the day as a small journal and just joke with each other, and it's incredibly funny in itself, but it doesn't allow you to write down a lot of information about your alters and has a character limit in profiles. So it's strictly for communication.

6. Notion: An app created as a dashboard for literally everything you could ever dream of. You can personalize it however you want and use it for whatever you want. Those who saw the post we made a while ago probably know the reason I'm mentioning it is due to a template that I linked here. Online app.

Pros: Can be used for literally everything without limits; available on all devices; big and has enough storage for a lot of information, text, projects, etc; can be designed however you want; a lot of useful templates for all life instances (even taxes); can be shared with people who also use Notion in a variety of ways (either only comment, only see, etc); can add your own custom covers and icons via both gallery and links; looks neat and doesn't mess with visual impairment for us; can add a page in a page in a page which can be used for diaries; links to different pages on other pages are also available; endless possibilities, I could rant all day.

Cons: Glitches on the phone a lot; certain things are allowed on computer and not on mobile and vice versa; all templates available only on PC; you need to have an account in order to use it; glitches if it's offline; sometimes deletes a bunch of text because of glitches, usually the triggers for it are writing a lot in it directly or erasing previous text a bunch of times; can't invite someone in your space, it would take too much storage; some storage needs to be bought, although, I don't know the limit (but there's a lot. Like, a lot)

Personal rating: 9/10. With all its antics, I love this app dearly, it's incredibly useful, and you learn to deal with the cons. It's the best one I've used for communication and information storage so far.

7. Texting Stories app: As ridiculous as it sounds, it could be used as a tool to communicate with your alters, especially in secret. We are fighting for our safety here, so I ask you to take this suggestion seriously. Could be used when you don't want to let anyone know you're a system and have noisy family members/relatives/etc who like to snoop through you personal devices, by using it, you can say you've just been doing a story. Offline app.

Pros: I believe you can add as many people as you want; can add avatars; different stories can be different days of the week; easy to use; easy to brush off as "just making stories."

Cons: Can't change colors, you need to pay for most things.

Personal rating: 5/10. Can be used for emergencies and communication only, although we haven't used it much.

8. Notes: Just the same plain old notes app on your phone that everybody has installed as default. Offline app.

Pros: Easy to use; can be easily lost within your other notes for privacy; used for literally everything you desire, even drawing; automatic backup.

Cons: Doesn't give you the ability to really present as separate people; doesn't have as many options as Notion.

Personal rating: 5/10. used it at some point just for communication, was cool, somple, easy, but nothing too big.

I hope this helped to put these apps in perspective. I do apologize for it being a bit all over the place, but I did attempt to make it coherent enough (I am currently in a psychotic state, it's difficult for me to communicate). And remember, there are always options to use a written journal rather than a digital one. If anything, it's better to keep both in case one gets lost. Who knows, maybe our parents asking us what we would do if the internet disappeared is actually a warning. /j /nm

-host

[littleplantfreak]

Chatterbox pt. 2 - SFW

Here's part 1 with everyone else

Togame Jo - If it's you, he lets you talk for hours. Anyone else, he prefers to keep it short and sweet. Choji'll start listening in and ends up putting you on speaker when they're at the Ori, but he gets embarrassed if Choji bring up the name he has for you in his phone. It's either some cutesy form of your name or a nickname like bunny or babe with emojis. "Togame why do you have hearts and sparkles on her name? Mine isn't like that! I'm adding some to mine too." And now he has his friend in his phone as ‘✨🦁Ch💛ji🕺✨’.

Choji Tomiyama - Loses his phone so much Togame has to search for it on Find My Friends at least once a day. But then once he finds it and realizes he missed your calls/texts he gets super pouty because he could've been bringing you with him on his daily adventures via call. Calls you back immediately even if it's past normal waking hours which has you like

Once you actually get him on the phone though, he'll talk your ear off until he gets the urge to see you. Then he's just walking to your house without telling you he's coming to get you, all while you chat on the phone. "Hey can you open the window? I'm on the second floor gutter and it's gonna fall soon." Bro.

Tsubaki Tasuku - Another chatter. Keeps it near two hours though cause his schedule is usually hectic. Sends you texts very frequently though. Insists on showing off how cute you both are on SNS and they're professional level photography (courtesy of Seiryu.) Actually a lot bolder with her affections on the phone, often making you flustered. You guys have matching charms on each other's phones too.

Kaji Ren - Although he likes the sound of your voice, like Hiragi, he wants to hear it in person rather than on the phone. Insists he's coming to pick you up right now because it's not like he's doing anything more important than spending time with you (doesnt matter what time you call him either. If you have a nightmare or something in the middle of the night, he's already at your back door.)  Has one (1) heart next to your contact name, but if anyone comments on it he flushes and gets aggro like immediately.

Endo Yamato - I shiver thinking about being able to talk to this guy on the phone. He somehow knows what you're doing when you call him despite you not even telling him yet. His ears just happen to be really good, and if he's honest about it, he kinda finds you predictable (not a bad thing, it's just how he is.) Matches your energy while texting, and he really likes when you send him pictures of your day. He doesn't seem like the type to be on the phone for more than 30 minutes to an hour.

Chika Takiishi - He lets you chat for hours, but doesn't really respond much unless prompted. Forgets you cant see that he's nodding at what your saying, which is really kinda silly to see from his end. If he's gotta do something that he can't use his phone during, he'll leave the phone with Endo while you keep talking.

Tachibana Kotoha - Loves to chat just like Ume. She'll usually put wireless headphones in so she can multi-task better during calls. Sends shopping links back and forth with you, pretty much window shopping but also getting inspo for new outfits. She's got the customer service voice down and accidentally answers your calls with it sometimes which is pretty funny. Uses more exclamation points than you'd think she does in text. Her limit is probably 2, 3 hours max (She's a busy girl.)

Suzuri Shuhei - Really likes talking on the phone and thinks things get kinda lost in translation during text. Types messages to you like he's writing a book sometimes, and other times it's like "K. Ok. Yeah." Sir just text that you're at work or gaming rn we CAN wait till later usually. Starts pretty much every call by asking what you did for the whole day, and then follows it up with his day as well. It's kinda domestic to him to end the day like that. Max is probably 2 hours but he can do more than one call a day sooo.

Sako Kota - When he's not sending you instagram worthy pictures of the cute desserts or drinks he's getting, he's calling you and asking what you want from the place he's at. Brings you anything you want, whether you're at work, school, or home if you don't or can't go with him. He doesn't wanna be on the phone for more than half an hour, but he also calls multiple times a day even if it's just a quick question about something you were talking about earlier. He doesn't know, but when you call he visibly perks up and everyone can tell it's you despite him keeping his regular tone of voice.

[littleseasiren]

Melting

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: None

Words: Approximately 500 words

A/N: Flufftober Prompt 24: Melting emoji Thanks @flufftober for this challenge. Please let me know if you want to be added or removed from my tag list. Thanks for reading!

"Jeez! This heat wave is going to kill us!" You complain from next to the fridge, rolling an ice-cold Coke can down your chest to cool down.

Natasha groans with you before she grabs a pillow from the couch and throws it at Tony, hitting him dead in the face.

"Hey! What's that for?" Tony grabs the pillow and drops it to the floor.

"You - being so stupid! Why did you choose to renovate the pool this week?" Natasha was usually laid back, but today's heat was getting to her, making her green eyes sparkle with irritation.

"Exactly! You're renovating when we need it the most!" You can't help but jump in. You needed to do something to get this pressure off your chest, and making Tony angry is one way of distracting you from it.

"How was I supposed to know we'd have a heat wave?" Tony shouts from across the room, his goatee crunched up as he glares at the two of you.

"I thought the great Tony Stark could do anything, even predict a heat wave with all his fancy technology. Maybe you're losing your touch," Bucky says as he drops down onto the couch, arms and legs splayed wide open to cool down as much as possible, grasping a bottle of water in his right hand.

"Don't get started with me, Cyborg! You were in the freezer for years. If anyone was enjoying this heat, I'd think  it would be you!"

"I don't think anyone can enjoy feeling like this, Tony. I'm tempted to go into cryo just to sleep through the heat wave. Although I'd have to take off my arm..." He rubs his chin in thought as he gazes at his left arm.

You see the moment the same thought enters Natasha's mind, both of your eyes falling on Bucky's arm. You run to the couch and jump over the backrest, planning on landing next to him on the couch. You misjudge the space and end up jumping on a surprised Bucky's lap, happy when strong arms wrap around your waist to steady you.  A second later you look up, Natasha glaring at you less than a foot away. You can't help but giggle when she gives you the death stare.

Grabbing Bucky's vibranium arm, you sigh in relief as you wrap your small hands around his large arm and lean into him, sighing as the cooler temperature touches your warm chest. When Natasha scowls at you, you can't help but smirk at her. "Good thing he's my boyfriend!" She huffs in response then reluctantly sits on the tiled floor.

When you look up at Bucky, his expression is full of joy. His eyes sparkle as he watches you hold onto his left arm like you plan to never let go. When everyone was afraid of what his vibranium arm could do, you chose to see the best in him and accept him as he was. He was overjoyed to have you in his life, even when you were making his temperature rise in a sweltering heat wave. He would suffer through anything, as long as you were holding him like you are now.

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[gyoobies]

Cinema

Pairing: SVT Member x Fem Reader ( member is revealed in the story)

Genre: Smut, established relationship

Warnings: Explicit content 18+, Minors DNI, Unprotected sex (Wrap it up! before you tap it up!), rough sex, dom behavior, public sex, pet names (darling, lovely, good girl), cum eating, spanking, choking.

Summary:  A night at the movies leads to a scene of your own. Your 2nd of 6 dates your boyfriends have planned, who is it with this time?. 👈 Again this is all you can have. Sorry, it’s supposed to be a bit of a guess who. (member is revealed a few paragraphs in unless you read the tags ya cheater.)

If you happen upon any misspellings....don’t ✌🏾 Not me just realizing I can change the color of the emoji 🤦🏾‍♀️ now I gotta go back and change all my damn emojis.

As always this is just 1 piece of a Poly universe that lives in my head.

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   You sat admiring the manicured hands of the handsome spa attendant finishing up your pedicure, the last of the services in the package that your boyfriend had arranged as the first part of your date. You pondered who today's date was planned by, your instinct said it could be Seungcheol. All your boyfriends were sweet and thoughtful but there were two that had a tendency to over pamper you and since you had already had your date with Mingyu, your other guess was Seungcheol. 

You shot a quick message to the aptly named "Boyfriends" group chat.

"I don't know which one of you booked the eye candy as my spa attendant, but I'm  grateful."  You smirked to yourself knowing the messages would be nonstop the minute they opened yours, but you needed a little entertainment while your toes dried.

"What?!"

"HEY! I'm the only eye candy you need."

"Are you trying to get in trouble?"

"Pics or it didn't happen."

"You really just told us you're eyeing your masseur!"

"Masseur?! He touched you?"

"Whoever arranged this date you're going to be in trouble with her!"

After some much needed spa time and a little virtual anarchy you felt refreshed and excited for your date in a couple hours.

You were surprised to see a bag with a card attached sitting on your kitchen island when you arrived home. The card read, 

"Hello lovely, did you enjoy your spa day? I hope you don't mind that I picked out an outfit for you. I saw it in the store and imagined you in it, I can't wait to see the real thing."

With a smile plastered on your face, you hurried into the shower thinking about your date tonight. By the time you finished getting dressed you had added Wonwoo as your possible date. Seungcheol liked to baby you, so picking out an outfit as cutesy as this seemed like something he'd do, and although Wonwoo seemed like an unlikely candidate at first, you changed your mind after thinking about how he often would silently suggest accessories when you couldn't decide. He always looked so proud of himself when you'd go with his choice.

You shivered a bit as the crisp evening winds of fall chilled the exposed skin of your thighs as you approached your destination. You looked great in this skirt for sure, the slightly dropped waist just before the flare of pleats accentuated your curves, the long sleeved, mock turtleneck accompanied by a bomber jacket & cute beret with a heart embroidered on the front right side was your favorite, but the matching thigh-high socks left a little to be desired as far as warmth was concerned. You were pleasantly surprised as you reached the entrance to a movie theater to see who had picked your outfit for the evening. It wasn't a surprise that he had done such a fabulous job, but that it wasn't the norm for him. The closer you got, the bigger his smile grew, a smile you had come to love and fear. 

"Hello my baby. You look so cute, just like I knew you would. Do you like the outfit?" He said as he spun you around to get a 360 view.

"Of course! It's very cute, and I absolutely love the matching beret." you said as you pulled him close to peck his cheek. "Thank you Hannie."

Intertwining his fingers with yours he pulled you toward the theater entrance. You were smitten, and it was painfully obvious as you stood there practically drooling at the sight of him. There was just something effortless about Jeonghan, no matter how much effort was actually put into his appearance, he made it look easy. 

As he picked up the tickets from the kiosk, you not so subtly checked him out, letting your eyes trail over is frame from head to toe. You admired the way his black denim jeans wrapped around his thighs, leather moto jacket hanging loosely from his body giving you a peek at the snug fitting burnout t-shirt underneath.  

"Are you planning to keep undressing me with your eyes?" He said as he glanced up briefly from the kiosk screen, snapping you out of your dirty thoughts.  "If so we can head home and you can do the real thing if you'd like." Eyes now completely fixed on you as he swept his dark locs away from his face, tucking them behind his ear with a mischievous smile as he awaited your response. It took all of your willpower not to take him up on that offer when he ran his tongue over his bottom lip. Rolling your eyes, you quickly turned to approach the usher at the podium taking tickets to break the tension. 

While heading toward your theater you quickly noticed a mass of people entering another one. 

"Wow! That must be a really popular movie." 

"Yes, unfortunately it was all sold out so I went for 2nd best I guess."  He shrugged. 

You walked into your designated theater looking for the best seats for viewing. It wasn't as crowded as you'd expected for a Friday night, but that was more than likely due to the popularity of the other movie playing. Your eyes landed on two seats directly in the middle. You made your way up the stairs of the theater with Jeonghan following behind, landing at the end if your chosen aisle, you were going to do the usual “excuse me” shuffle past the already seated guests until Jeonghan noticed the line of men you'd have to shimmy past. Not ok with how a couple of them were eyeing you, he grabbed your wrist to lead you to another set of seats way at the top and tucked away in the corner. When you gave him a questioning look, he looked over to the seats you had originally chosen.

Every seat in this theater is just as good and besides, these seats didn't require you to squeeze past horny guys in a tiny skirt."

"You picked it!" You whisper yelled.

"I know that! But I don't want other men so close to what's mine. What if one of them tried to, I don't know, look up your skirt or something?! He whisper yelled back.

You wanted to laugh but his furrowed brows and serious face made you wanna kiss him instead. It was rare to see him be so possessive and it was really riling you up. You took a minute to clear your mind of all the nasty things you were thinking about doing to him and leaned in for a kiss.

"Thank you for making sure I'm protected." You said as you bit your bottom lip. Noticing the way his eyes focused in on that action, you hoped this corner was as secluded as it seemed because there was no way you were going to make it through this entire movie without touching him.

You had no idea why, but you were ridiculously horny, so you decided to squeeze your legs together hoping to get some relief without being super obvious. To your dismay the gentle fingers that began to creep up your inner thigh told you, you hadn't been as discreet as you'd hoped. You looked to your right to see Jeonghan looking at the screen, seemingly into the plot of the movie, except the mischievous smirk that began to creep up his face. You quickly removed his hand from your thigh only to have him immediately move it to your knee. You went to move it again, but before you could do so Jeonghan gripped your knee firmly and jerked your legs apart, leaning over to whisper to you.

"Don't be shy now. You've been fucking me with your eyes since we got here. I know you want me to touch you, don’t think I didn’t catch you squeeze your thighs together."

He was right, from the minute you saw him you wanted to jump him. You glanced around to be sure no one could see the two of you. He took notice of you scanning your surroundings, so he leaned in to kiss your cheek, getting as close as possible until his lips brushed your ear. 

"It's dark, it's loud, we're in a corner at the very top, the closest people to us are 3 rows down. I promise no one can see, now be the good girl you're dressed as and open up for me."

That's when it dawned on you, this was a scene. Suddenly everything clicked, the choice of a less popular movie, the location of the seats, the contrast in your outfits, it all made so much sense now. A couple weeks back you had discussed doing something like this with him, teasing that you'd be his good girl if he ever wanted you to.  And now here you were in a dark theater, dressed as Jeonghan's take on a good girl and he was undeniably dressed as a bad boy. You let your thighs fall open for him to do as he pleased.

 With one last kiss to your cheek he immediately slid his hand up to your pussy, pushing your panties aside to find you were already dripping wet. He let out a soft groan as he ran a finger through your lips, he had you weak from the simple action and he knew it. You bit back a moan as he dipped his finger inside you only to remove it and circle it around your clit a moment later. His touch was heaven and you were two seconds away from openly fucking his hand. You were desperate, needing to touch him, to make him feel as good as he was making you feel, so you reached over to palm at his dick, but he quickly grabbed your wrist with his free hand, giving you a look of warning before he withdrew his fingers from you altogether without saying a word. You were confused by his actions until he leaned over to whisper to you.

"Naughty, naughty, so much for being a good girl. Now because of you we're going to miss the ending."  He said just before pulling you to your feet, making sure to straighten up your clothes properly before leading you down the stairs on wobbly legs and out the theater. 

"I want you under me when I cum, and we can't do that here darling." He said as he pulled out of the theater parking lot.

The closer you got to your place the more your excitement grew. Jeonghan was always so calm, usually taking his time to tease you, working you up almost to the point of annoyance, but you had come to realize he liked you annoyed, frustrated, and angry. He had told you it made something that was already so good even better, he loved when you angry fucked him. But today you were experiencing another side to him, and you could feel that he wasn't going to be taking his time teasing you tonight. 

About 10 minutes later Jeonghan was pulling into his driveway; you were a bit shocked by that, usually you'd go to your place, but seeing as how you lived just across the street you thought maybe he just wanted to park there and you'd make your way over to your place. You believed that until he was pulling you through the front gate of their privacy fence. In mere seconds you were being pushed against the gate you had just entered.

Jeonghan began to kiss you with such hunger and need that you almost couldn't keep up, desperately gripping onto his shirt to keep him as close as possible while you tried to keep pace.

"Hannie, what if someone comes out and sees us?" You gasped out as he slid his hand between your legs.

"It doesn't matter, only a few people are home right now and let’s be honest, most of them have seen you naked already."

You let out a whimper at his words and hid your face in his chest, but he had a point. There were 13 guys living in one huge house together and you were basically in a relationship with half of them. You leaned in for another kiss, nipping at his bottom lip effectively pulling a whimper from him in return. 

"I've been imagining fucking you in this outfit since I saw it in the window. Now be a good girl and tell me you want me to fuck you."

You lifted your head to look into his eyes.

"Show me. Fuck me the way you imagined."

Almost immediately after the words left your lips Jeonghan faced you away from him and pressed you against the gate.

"You look so fucking sexy in this skirt." He said as he pushed it up, exposing your ass to him.

"It's cold Hannie." You whined as he firmly squeezed your ass cheek.

You let out a surprised yelp when you felt his hand come down on your ass with a loud smack, but you soon relaxed as he caressed the area he had just spanked. You felt his hand slide up around your throat and you knew what he wanted permission to do.

"Do it." You breathed out, and that's all the confirmation he needed before he was wrapping his delicate fingers around your throat and delivering another smack to your ass. "You won't be cold for long baby. I promise "

You whimpered pathetically as you pushed back into him. His fingers made quick work of moving your panties to the side for the second time tonight, but his fingers weren't what pushed into you this time. Jeonghan hissed as he slowly slid his dick inside you, letting out an airy moan once he had sheathed himself completely.

His thrusts, usually slow and relaxed to match his slow teasing, but tonight they were quick and hard. Every thrust so powerful that you needed to use your arms to brace yourself as they jolted you into the gate. Every so often he'd deliver a smack to your ass with one hand, while the other kept a firm grip on your throat as he pounded into you. The sound of the gate latch banging against the wooden fence post every time he slammed his hips into you, mimicked the sound of a headboard against a wall. So loud; there was no way you two would go unnoticed by anyone in the house, or anyone passing by for that matter. You were certain they could hear you, but at this point you didn't care, Jeonghan just felt too good inside you for anything else to matter.

You crept one of your hands between your legs to rub at your throbbing clit and were met with the most air restricting grip of the night as punishment for your actions.

"You're being naughty again." He growled into your ear as he flipped you around to face him. Hiking your leg around his hip, he pushed into you again. Jeonghan moaned into the crook of your neck as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders tightly, mumbling into his ear, telling him how good he felt, promising to not be naughty again if he’d let you cum.  You let out a moan as you laid your head back against the gate, sighing when he leaned away from you to make room to rub your clit.  He was going to be good to you even though you had been slightly less than perfectly good for him.

One hand helping to hold your leg around his hip, the other sending waves of pleasure through you with every circle of his fingers over your sensitive clit. Before you knew it  you were cuming, holding on to him to keep your self from collapsing as he continued to fuck you into overstimulation.

You moaned his name as you rested your head on his shoulder, allowing him to chase his own climax.

"Are you gonna be a good girl and let me finish in your mouth?" Unable to speak, you could only nod into his shoulder. "That's my good girl." 

Ever the gentleman, Jeonghan laid his jacket down to protect your knees before helping you to the ground. You waited eagerly, mouth open and ready to receive every drop of cum he was going to give. Looking up at the man above you, you were mesmerized by  the way he seemed to glow under the soft moonlight, ebony locks blending into the night sky behind him, his soft moans music to your ears as he stroked himself to completion, filling your mouth with warm spurts of cum as he looked down at you, stroking your cheek with his thumb. You wasted no time swallowing as you stared deeply into his eyes.

"Such a good girl. Let's go get cleaned up." He said as he helped you to your feet. Upon entering their home you grew shy when Wonwoo and Seungcheol who were sitting in the living room watching a movie started to follow the two of you with their eyes.

You stepped into the shower followed by Jeonghan who quickly wrapped his arms around you, pulling your back into his chest.

“I’m pretty sure they heard us” you giggled.

 "I’m 100% sure they did, we’ll pay for it in the future I’m sure.” he laughed. “But we’ll worry about that later, for now let's worry about what movie to watch while we cuddle in my bed." He said as he rocked from side to side slightly, giving you a quick peck behind your ear. "I'm sorry most of our date today you were alone, My agency booked me last minute. Promise I'll take you on another date next week, we'll spend the whole day together.”

You turned to kiss him, "I didn't mind. I really needed a self care day anyway and besides, the spa attendant made sure my experience was amazing." You laughed at the instant frown on his face, until you felt a hard smack on your ass.

"Stop mentioning the spa attendant before we’re both in more trouble than we can handle."

[agentnico]

Tetris (2023) Review

Not going to lie, but using “The Final Countdown” as a song for your movie trailer immediately means the marketing team from Apple TV+ deserve a raise! That song slaps!!

Plot: Henk Rogers discovers Tetris in 1988, and then risks everything by travelling to the Soviet Union, where he joins forces with inventor Alexey Pajitnov to bring the game to the masses.

You hear a movie titled Tetris is coming out and one has to wonder if we have another Emoji Movie on our hands, where we’ll get little tetra shaped characters goofing about in some animated mathematics world trying to force an unfunny joke upon our poor heads. Then we get a random celebrity cameo like Orlando Bloom voicing an L-tetromino and making a joke that his character’s full name is Legolas. Actually, wouldn’t mind seeing that last part, just saying. Regardless, Tetris isn’t actually some ridiculous animated affair based on a pop culture phenomenon, but instead is the backstory for how the game was brought to the world masses. So no talking tetrominos, but instead we have ourselves a legal drama.

Look, before you all shut your eyes away upon the news of another legal drama, this movie is actually surprisingly engaging and the story of the battle for the licence of worldwide distribution of this little game is filled with twists and turns, as well as an element of spy espionage, due to the original game owners being Soviet Russia. That’s right, there’s an element of the Cold War in these proceedings, with Henk Rogers and others trying to persuade the Russians to sell them the rights, however as known the Russians don’t trust anyone. Speaking of the Russians, the communist backdrop is handled really well, with this idea that when in Moscow you’re always being watched, as well as digging into the corruption of the Soviet regime. Even Gorbachev shows up at one point, thought that element I imagine didn’t happen in real life and was more so added to up the ante of this film. 

Speaking of upping the ante, even though many scenes revolve around characters sitting in rooms discussing legal stuff, the movie also involves car chases. That’s right, the writers definitely added a bit of a fictitious element to this story to make it more exciting for the casual viewer. I enjoyed that. It made this movie stand out more from others of its genre, and of the said car chase as well as other sequences, there are visual moments where the screen turns into this very early shonky computer graphic pixelated look, which I found to be quite the clever little gimmick. This backed up with an 80s techno soundtrack as well as various renditions on the classic Tetris theme made for an overall exciting watch.

Taron Egerton as always is super likeable and charming as Henk Rogers, in some ways channelling a young Gary Oldman, although maybe its just the Jim Gordon stache. The character of Rogers himself is the typical underdog one loves to root for. He’s the reckless entrepreneur who bets his entire house and life on this one game that he believes has the power to become something massive. He’s described by one of the other characters as “stupid but honest”, as Egerton leans into that heavily. His friendship bond he builds with the Tetris game creator Alexey Pajitnov (played by Russian actor Nikita Efremov in a very endearing way) is also really delightful, and a scene where the two of them go to a Soviet nightclub is a highlight. Roger Allam and Igor Grabuzov relish their villainous roles, and Toby Jones pops in doing some kind of European accent, though hard to pinpoint exactly which one.

Overall I really enjoyed Tetris, and was surprised at how the creative team managed to make this story as engaging as it is. Also naturally there is an element of nostalgia, as like many back in the day as a kid I used to enjoy rinsing Tetris. I even had a little handheld console that was designed specifically for Tetris. It wasn’t the branded stuff like the GameBoy (though I had that too for Zelda and such); it was literally this little Tetris console my dad got me in Russia, and that was the beginning of my screen addiction, which later turned into my smartphone....dark times. Regardless, a solid watch and currently my favourite film so far this year, though that’s not a difficult feat seeing as thus far this year’s movie releases have been really average. I look forward to the inevitable Rock, Paper, Scissors movie!

Overall score: 7/10

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Strauss blocked: Part 3

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Ngl I wrote it at 3am yesterday but I kinda like it so i hope you do too :)

Thank you to @Igg5989 for beta reading this (why can't I tag you) and @ravensmadreads for the inspo as usual :D

TW: gunshot, bloodloss, age gap relationship, employee-boss relationship

Previous Part

“We’re not going home just yet,” Hotch announced before breakfast was even finished. He’d left the table twenty minutes ago to take a phone call from JJ and from the looks of it, whatever Hell you had just stepped out of with Avery Watts, you were about to step back in with another unsub, “Wheels up in an hour. I need to speak with reception, if someone could bring my bags down, I’d be grateful,” he added, looking around the table. You looked down at your half eaten plate of pastries and pancakes and sighed. Perhaps Strauss was right since she seemed to be backed by the universe, pancakes for breakfast clearly wasn’t a good choice. The only consolation was that everyone else left the table looking just as dejected as you. 

You separated from the group at the lifts, your fear of enclosed spaces and severe vertigo not allowing you to take the elevator up with them, and climbed the stairs to reach your room. As soon as you stepped in and threw your phone into the bedsheets, it buzzed. You sighed, digging through duvet, flat sheets and blankets to find the device. Unlocking it, you saw a text from Hotch.

Hotch: “How about I take you out to dinner tonight?”

His text was quickly followed by another one.

Hotch: “I want to take you out on a date, to start this relationship off right.”

Your heart skipped a beat and butterflies fluttered in your stomach. It was one thing that Aaron wanted to take you out on a date, but the fact that he seemed intent on having a relationship with you was something completely different. Hotch had been resistant to the idea of getting back into the dating scene again after the divorce, despite Rossi, Morgan and Emily’s insistence that it might be good for him. The fact that he had chosen you to try settling down again with felt like something huge for the both of you. 

You: “Relationship?”

You asked, half teasingly and half seriously, subconsciously giving him a chance to change his mind and realise he’d made a mistake. 

Hotch: “Unless that’s not what you want?”

Hotch: “I’m sorry if I misread the situation.”

You: “No, you didn’t. I want a relationship with you”

You assured him, resisting the urge to add “I’m just surprised you’d pick me,” and immediately betray your low self esteem issues. 

Hotch: "Good. I'll leave you to pack your bags, see you on the jet"

He replied, quickly followed by another message.

Hotch: ":)"

You smiled at your phone, slightly surprised by the message. Even though by all accounts you had just agreed on a relationship with Hotch, knowing he sent emojis felt like forbidden knowledge, much like knowing he was a giggly drunk. And yet, you couldn't help but wonder what other things you might discover about Aaron.

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The jet landed in Dallas, leaving you on the tarmac to wait for the FBI’s unmarked SUV’s to arrive. Delays had been caused by rain and, like your father always used to say, the people of Texas forgot how to drive the minute a drop fell from the sky. Once they did arrive, you all piled up into the passenger seats for a half-hour drive down to Waxahachie. 

Although it wasn’t technically your home town, you had lived there long enough to know it like the back of your hand, you had spent many hours as a child, sitting in the back of your grandfather’s truck, running errands and visiting friends. You hadn’t been in a very long time but as the SUV drove around the streets towards the hotel, you were happy to see that not much had changed. Most of the shops you knew still thrived, kept by the same people and when you set foot inside the police station you realised the same thing was true there too. 

It seemed, however, like most of the officers either didn’t care or didn’t recognise you. They begrudgingly cleared a table for you and the team to set up shop at, and wheeled out a whiteboard with a single pen at the order of their sheriff and left you to work without so much as an acknowledgement. The rest of the team seemed jarred by this, but you welcomed their cold indifference, the last thing you needed was a crowd of acquaintances to witness you performing at a subpar level. 

“All victims were shot in their cars in the middle of the night, no witnesses saw the crime happen but all of the murders happened in residential areas so we have plenty of people to corroborate the TOD,” Spencer summarised, looking at the whiteboard the Waxahachie Police Department had provided, which he had already filled with the minuscule amount information you possessed on the unsub., “We don’t know how he’s getting them to stop, how he’s picking them or why…”

“What can we tell about him?” Hotch asked, coming to stand next to Reid with a mug of coffee and a cup of tea for the doctor.

“Well, I think it’s safe to assume he’s an organised offender,” Derek said, starting off, “His murders seem to be planned, he targets victims in cars while they’re going through residential areas. Three out of the five victims were found in wealthier parts of towns where drifters would be noticed so he’s finding ways to pull them over. Maybe he’s pretending he’s hurt or asking for directions, I don’t know, but he’s got a diversion. He’s in control.”

“Yes, and when we look at the crime scenes, the bodies are in such positions that it appears they were shot at roughly the same time. He’s efficient. The entire murder can’t last much longer than a few minutes and while he’s doing them out in the open he is keeping some control by only killing at night when no one can see him,” Spencer added

“He’s a product killer. The fact that the entire crime doesn’t last long means he’s not enjoying the process much. We know he’s stealing his victim’s ID’s after the crime, so he’s taking trophies and the fact that he kills only in residential areas makes me think he enjoys the attention the bodies gather,” you added, voice shaking as you explained your reasoning. 

“Good,” Hotch said, “I’m going to call Garcia to see if she can link our victims somehow, in the meantime, see what else you can find about him. Keep up the good work.”

You exhaled, the stress of your public contribution leaving you as soon as Hotch had praised you. Spencer came up behind you, squeezing your shoulder slightly, “Good work,” he repeated.

“Alright you two, keep at it, I’ll be back. I’m going to talk to the detective, see if we haven’t got a trail of escalation,” Derek said, tearing himself away from the slow progress of the profiling whiteboard. 

You turned to Spencer, “Am I that transparent?” you asked.

Spencer looked uneasy for a moment, “No,” he replied too quickly, “Hotch told me you tried to quit. He came to my room this morning while we were packing.”

“Oh fantastic,” you huffed

“You could have told me, I would have helped,” Spencer said, “I can still help,” he said, almost pleading.

You forced yourself to look into his eyes, confronting the emotions you knew you’d find there. Your friendship, although unlikely on the surface, had been built on a mutual and unspoken feeling of being the odd one out. Spencer was the youngest one and by far the smartest one, he had graduated high school at twelve years old and his eidetic memory enabled him to retain volumes of information and statistics. You had always been an invisible part of the BAU, interning since you were old enough to pass a background check, about as recognised as a piece of furniture and just as heavily depended on until Jason Gideon plucked you out of the shadows less than a year ago. You had just graduated college with a psychology degree and passed the entrance exams to become a fully-fledged agent with flying colours. The field and exams couldn’t have been further apart, though, and you felt like you were drowning faster than anyone could throw you a lifeline. 

“Okay,” you said, “Help me.”

“Okay!” he smiled, “Yes, okay, so what else can we deduce about our unsub. So far, we know he’s organised and a product killer.”

“Well, if he’s organised, then, there’s a greater chance that he can control his urges?” you asked, Spencer nodded, encouraging you to keep going, “Which means that friends and neighbours probably wouldn’t suspect him. It also means that whatever happens in his head,  he can maintain a fairly calm façade. Despite the anger he’s feeling, he’s calm and collected during the murder.”

“What can you tell me about the victims of organised killers?”

“They’re the most important part of the fantasy. He’s picking them carefully because they are symbols representing something or someone from the unsub’s life that they ascribe particular meanings to,” you said, thinking back on everything you had learnt.

“That’s very good,” Spencer said, “This all means that the victims are linked, we just need to find out how… You know what I don’t understand?” he asked, you shook your head, waiting for him to speak, “Organised killers usually restrain their victims… he doesn’t seem to be doing that.”

“They all still have their seatbelts on,” you said, “And they’re in a car.”

“He’s picking pre-packaged, pre-restrained victims,” Spencer repeated, adding it to the white board, “I bet that cuts down time too. He’d have to be looking at his victims for a minimum amount of time too, to make sure they do wear their seatbelts, so he can’t just be meeting them at the time of the murder.”

While you were working, a crowd of officers had formed. You recognised some of them, a fair few had been in your class in middle school and a larger amount of them were acquaintances of your grandparents. They all watched the board with interest, some looking appreciative and some with a frown. Chief amongst the unconvinced stood a large balding man, expression souring with every word Spencer and you were saying.

“And this mumbo jumbo is useful, how?” the balding officer asked once he found a pause in your conversation, “You have no evidence for all of this, you’re just guessing, right?” 

“Not really, it’s making educated assumptions based on psychology and certain patterns of behaviour. The definition for profiling is literally: ‘the recording and analysis of a person’s psychological and behavioural characteristics, so as to assess or predict their capabilities in a certain sphere or to assist in identifying categories of people’, in other words, profiling is a useful science that allows law enforcement to spend less time looking through wholly unnecessary pieces of information while providing police officers with a view of the style in which an unsub operates which in turn can assist in developing suspect interview strategies,” Spencer said, not really paying attention to anything but the board

“And in English that means?”

“Less work for you,” you answered, giving the man a forced smile.

“Good ‘nough for me,” he said, turning back to his desk. He sat at his desk and put his feet up, reaching for his coffee cup, “Hey princess, can I get a refill?” he shouted at you the second you turned away.

“She’s not your servant,” Spencer said, outraged on your behalf, “And don’t call her princess.”

“And what’s her pretty little name then?” he asked, sneering at you while his colleagues looked on, with bated breath to see if officer Matthews, resident dumbass, was really trying to pick a fight with an FBI agent. 

“Agent,” Spencer snapped back.

“Well, Agent, can I get a refill?” Matthews asked you, leaning back into his chair to speak directly to you, leaving no one wondering who he was giving orders to.

“Sure,” Morgan replied in your place, appearing from behind a corner the second he heard Spencer snap at someone, “would you like arsenic in it too?” he asked, glaring at the man.

“Leave it Derek,” you told him, walking over to the officer and snatching the cup out of his hands, “This is why your wife left you, Roy,” you said.

You walked over to the coffee pot, debating whether to make a new one before snapping out of it and serving Matthews the tarry remains of cop shop coffee the pot held, finding satisfaction in the knowledge that what you had served him had much more in common with wet ash than an actual brew. You gave Roy his mug back, putting it down on his desk with just enough force to scare him into tipping his chair over. He pushed himself off of the floor with a grunt and stared you down.

“Enjoy,” you told him, turning hot on your heels towards the safety Derek and Spencer brought, hoping that the rapid thumping of your heart couldn’t be heard bouncing from wall to wall. You certainly felt like it did, the beating of it so strong that you could almost feel it shaking you. 

“You didn’t have to do that,” Morgan told you as soon as you had joined them back at the evidence board, putting himself between the rest of the police station and you in case any of them tried anything. 

You sighed, “I did. Roy’s a friend of my granddad’s, I’d never have heard the end of it.”

“Please tell me you tampered with it,” Spencer mumbled, pretending to look closely at the board to avoid being heard by passing officers.

You chuckled, “You are a horrible influence, Doctor Reid." 

“I can be,” he grinned

Hotch reappeared, holding an evidence box. He took in Derek’s angry face and your flushed one and raised a questioning eyebrow.

“Everything okay?” he asked

“Just f--” you started, ready to sweep it under the carpet

“One of the officers thinks Y/n’s his personal servant,” Spencer said, cutting you off, “Demanded she get him a refill of his coffee.”

Hotch’s second eyebrow shot up in pissed off surprise, “He does it again and you come and get me,” he said, “I’ll make him his coffee,” he added, sounding more sinister than any unsub ever could.

“He’s feeling protective,” Derek said, suddenly perking up, “Do you think he has a crush?” 

“No,” you replied, perhaps a little too quickly

“Definitely not,” Spencer confirmed. 

The day continued without much advancements or action. You spent the rest of the afternoon pouring over paperwork and evidence boxes until Rossi tapped your shoulders and told you to go back to the hotel. The only bright spot in the day was a text from Aaron, telling you where and when to meet. After that, concentrating on anything other than him proved an impossible task. You couldn’t help but stare at him as he walked by, wondering what he had planned for the evening. He caught you several times, sometimes turning the sides of his lips up in a subtle, secret smile, and sometimes shooting you a wink, reminding you that you didn't dream it all up. Hotch liked you, he wanted a relationship with you. 

Your issues concentrating on anything other than your handsome boss made the day only go by slower but the end did come. You rushed up to your room as soon as you could without looking suspicious and jumped straight into the shower. 

An hour later, you walked down to the lobby, feeling slightly apprehensive. Hooking up with Hotch had always felt closer to a state secret than anything else. If anyone knew, you would both have been in deep trouble. At best, he’d be throwing an illustrious career down the drain and you’d be accused of sleeping your way to the top. At worst, you would both be facing an abuse of power investigation that would paint him as a sexually coercive asshole and you an innocent victim, which neither of you were, especially since, technically, both instances of the two of you sleeping together had been initiated by you. 

When you reached the reception desk you noticed Hotch, standing outside in a nice pair of slacks and a crisp white shirt. Like you, he’d had to make do with what he already had in his go bag, however, while Aaron hadn’t been able to personalise the outfit much, you had been able to change your hair up a little. On the clock you usually wore it in a tight bun, slicked back so your bang didn’t hang in front of your eyes during high pressure moments. For your date, you had gently twisted it back and fastened it with a tortoiseshell claw clip.  

You walked on, getting closer to Hotch as he waited for you outside, lost in concentration as he spoke on the phone. 

“What did you have for dinner?” he asked the person at the other end, “Spaghetti! That’s nice! No, I’m going for dinner now,” Hotch smiled at the phone, listening intently at what Jack was telling him, “I don’t know yet. I’m going with a friend, maybe she’ll help me decide… Her name is Y/n, she works with me. I don’t think you’ve met her before.” 

You walked closer, the tentative click of your heels against the concrete floor notifying Hotch of your presence before you could speak. He turned towards you and smiled, “She’s very nice. Yes, and she’s very pretty,” Aaron turned around, badly concealing a slight blush, “I don’t know her favourite movie, do you -- yes, okay, I’ll ask,” he turned towards you, holding the phone against his chest, “Jack would like to know what your favourite film is,” he said. 

You paused to think for a second, “I think I have two… I liked Spiderman, and I liked Lord of the Rings,” you answered into the phone Aaron had slightly turned to you.

He brought the device back to his ear and listened to his son speak, “Jack says I’m allowed to go out to dinner with you, apparently he was on the fence until you said you liked Spiderman.”

“Well, if the boss says we can go, why don’t we?” you smiled, throwing in a wink in the hopes that it would hide how nervous you actually were. Hotch placed a hand on your lower back, gently pushing you towards the entrance to the underground parking garage and leading you to one of the black SUV’s. You hesitated for a second, feeling funny about taking an official vehicle on a dinner date, but the feeling vanished immediately, after all, they wouldn’t really miss it. They probably wouldn’t even notice it was gone.

“I hope you don’t mind that I called you a friend,” he said, driving out of the parking lot, “It’s just, you and Jack haven’t met yet and while I want this relationship with you, I don’t want to throw him off by taking a step like that without introducing the idea to him slowly, you know?”

“No, I totally get it,” you smiled, “I will happily be your friend for as long as you like. It’s probably best if we keep things quiet anyway, if only to keep Strauss off our back,” you sighed, “Did she go back to DC? I haven’t seen her today?”

“No,” Aaron frowned, “She’s sticking with us. Apparently, she couldn’t get sufficient data on some of the team to form a satisfactory evaluation. She’s flying commercial, though, apparently she doesn’t like the jet,” he grumbled. You raised an eyebrow, wondering exactly what was so bad about the FBI’s private jet that Strauss would rather fly commercial. Was it the ample leg space, comfortable seats, functional micro kitchen with a coffee and tea machine, or the rock solid internet connection that bothered her? You didn’t know, but you were thankful for it, since commercial flights meant wait times and, hopefully, delays.

 By the time you had fully investigated the question and come to your conclusion, Hotch had parked the car across the street from a very nice sushi restaurant. Aaron got out of the car, jogging towards the front of the SUV. 

You tried your door but it wouldn’t budge, regardless of how much you pushed or pulled. Aaron tried the handle on the other side, opening the door without any difficulty. As it swung open you saw the child safety hatch had been activated. You grinned.

“Did you put the child lock on so you could open my door?” you asked

“Yes, I did,” he grinned

“You’re ridiculous,” you laughed

“I want to make a good impression,” he smiled, “I want to start this off on the right foot.”

You looked at him. You knew Hotch, he was never the kind to want to purposely make an impression. He was a strong, secure, and confident man. He believed in himself, in his morals and his values. 

“Are you okay?”

“I’m nervous,” he admitted, “I haven’t been on a first date since I was… maybe sixteen,” he explained.

“It’ll be fine,” you assured him, taking his hand in yours, “We know each other, you don’t need to impress me.” 

You walked into the restaurant still holding hands, enjoying how his warm palm felt against yours. Aaron led you to a small table at the front of the restaurant, near a set of floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the street outside. You looked at the sky, taking in the darkness and looking down, disappointed moments later. 

You had lived in Waxahachie for most of your childhood, with your grandparents living only blocks away. You had gone to middle school here, and you’d returned for college, going to the Dallas campus of the Chicago School for a degree in psychology, but your heart had stayed at the ranch where your mother and sisters still lived. There, the sun beat down hard in the summer and the nights were cold in the winter. Cattles roamed the acres of land and sunrise horse rides were a near-daily occurrence. As a child, you had half-heartedly hated it, despising how far it was from civilization and the nearest mall. The only redeeming quality had been the stars you could see on clear nights. And so far, you had spent much of your adult life wishing you had committed it all to memory because the stars never seemed to shine as bright anywhere else.

“I know I don’t need to,” he said, “But I want to, like I said, I want to start this off on the right foot. I know I’m a hard-ass at work and my relationship track isn’t exactly stellar. I could have done better with Haley, regardless of the demands of the job. I wasn’t as present and I wasn’t as attentive as I should have been. I’d hate for that to be the image you have of a relationship with me.”ù

“I know how demanding the job is, Aaron, I’m not going to fault you for being involved. We see some horrific stuff in the pursuit of saving people. It’s addicting. I can’t blame you for chasing that high, especially when stuff’s not going right in your own life.”

“Life was fine,” Hotch muttered

“Was it?” you asked, “Like I said, we see some horrific stuff. I can’t remember the last time I closed my eyes and didn’t see someone lying dead in front of me. Just because you put up a good façade doesn’t mean it’s an accurate reflection of what’s going on inside of you.”

“Then are you sure you want this?” he asked.

“Are you trying to talk me out of dating you while we’re on a date?” you asked, almost laughing at the irony.

Hotch laughed, “I’m giving you an out.”

“And I’m not taking it,” you assured him, “I meant what I said yesterday. I’m in love with you. And I want this relationship if you do.”

“I do. Just… Please give me time to figure things out,” he said, looking into your eyes, “I want to be a good partner, but I think I’ve forgotten how to do that.”

“Take all the time you need,” you said.

“What about you?” he asked, a glint of mischief in his eyes, “What kind of dating disaster are you?”

“Me?” you asked, pretending to look offended, “No, I’m perfect, which is exactly why I’ve been single for the past eight years,” you grinned.

“Right,” he laughed, pretending to take a pen out of his pocket and writing something down on a fake notepad, “Issues admitting she is wrong… Noted.”

You opened your mouth in shock, “You are so mean,” you laughed, “But no, I don’t know. I just… It just hasn’t happened I guess.”

“I’m honoured, then,” he smiled, you looked into his eyes, losing yourself into them before being rudely jostled out of your reverie by a group of customers bumping into you, sending you flying into the table. The glassware jingled dangerously, drawing more attention to you than you would have liked.

“You really should be careful, Ma’am,” the woman whose fault it was said, looking at you and then at Hotch with a frown. 

Aaron looked dumbfounded but after overcoming the brief shock of this woman’s audacity, you leaned over the table and whispered, “I thought you said Strauss hadn’t arrived yet.”

Although he tried to remain serious, his lips twitched and he busied himself by looking at the menu, studying every little detail of it with such concentration that it looked like making the right choice of sushi was a matter of life or death.

“Does sound like something she would say, doesn’t it,” he whispered back, forcing down another smile, “What sounds good to you?” 

Before you could answer, a waiter appeared holding a small notepad and a black ballpoint pen, “Have you made your choice?”

You both ordered, your sushi arriving minutes later. Hotch picked up the chopsticks with ease, out of the corner of your eye, you could see him watching you struggle. Owning up to your terrible chopstick handling, you smiled at him.

“My coordination is horrible,” you laughed a little nervously. 

“Let me --” Hotch grinned, “I’ll show you,” he grabbed your dominant hand, holding it loosely, “Relax, if you’re too tense you’ll just end up flinging food everywhere and as much as I would love to try your rolls, I’d prefer you feed it to me than throwing it at me,” he said. You looked down at where he held you and blushed. Although Aaron had touched you in much more sinful places, him holding your hand so delicately felt much more intimate than anything you had ever experienced so far, “You see that valley between your pointer finger and your thumb?” he asked, caressing the inch of skin he was talking about, “That’s where you want to put the first chopstick, you want the other end of it to balance on your ring finger. The other chopstick is going to rest in the same valley as the first one, but this one will balance on your middle finger,” he said, placing the chopsticks in your hands himself, “Your thumb’s going to come and rest against both for a better grip, okay?” 

“Okay,” you breathed out

“The bottom one has to remain pretty much stationary, it’s the top one that does all the heavy lifting,” he said, “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“You make it very hard to concentrate,” you smiled, a little embarrassed

“I’m flattered,” he replied with a bashful smile before willing himself out of his state and turning back to the task at hand, “Show me,” he said, nodding towards your hand. 

You tentatively picked up a roll and lifted it up, carrying it above Aaron’s glass of sake and your glass of soda, one hand underneath it in case it fell. Catching on to what you were doing, Hotch leant forward and opened his mouth.

“See, not that hard,” he said, after chewing through

“Maybe I just have a good teacher,” you winked

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“How are you with horror films?” he asked, leading you out of the restaurant with one arm around your shoulder. He had gotten more relaxed as the evening went on, letting his guard down as the conversation flowed. 

“I don’t mind them when I have someone to hide behind, why?” you lied

“I found a tiny theatre showing ‘Joyride’, I really wanted to see it when it came out but by the time we were back from the case, the movie theatres near the house had already stopped showing it…” 

“We can go,” you replied, earning yourself a genuine Aaron smile. It had made your heart skip a beat the first time you had gotten one, and the effect had never truly worn off. You looked up to him, drinking him in. You turned around to face him, standing up to your tiptoes and placed a kiss on his cheek, going back down to the ground before he could even react. 

“What was that for?” he asked

You looked down at your feet, “I’m having fun, thank you.”

Hotch grinned. He grabbed your hand, walking you through side streets until he found the movie theatre.

It could barely be called that. The one screen was hanging off of the back of a repurposed garage, three rows of six seats filled the floor space and a coin operated popcorn machine dispensed a small bucket of salted treats for a quarter.

“Wow,” you said, “I didn’t know this place existed,” you added. 

And yet, it couldn’t have been recent. The man who Aaron had bought the tickets from was nearing retirement age, he had written the purchase down in a ledger with shaky handwriting, filling in the bottom line of the middle page of the book with both your names, the tickets you had bought, whether you were adults and the time and date of you had made the purchase at. It seemed practiced. The space looked old too. While it had clearly been repainted recently, the seats were old enough that the fabric had torn where visitors would sit and slump. The bolts keeping the seats in place had rusted too and the projector screen had also seen better days. In the top left corner, it had started to tear, hanging a little lopsided. Despite all the signs of forgotten upkeep, it couldn’t have looked more welcoming and cosier. Towards the back, where Aaron was leading you to now, the chairs had been swapped for an old loveseat, the bolts and frame for the old seats still present on the ground where the metal had snapped and broken. 

You sat to his right, sandwiched between Hotch’s strong frame and a thick concrete wall. It felt oddly safe. The movie started, the 20th Century fox intro making you jump slightly.

“Relax, movie’s not even started,” Aaron whispered in your ear, pulling you closely into his side, “I’ll keep you safe.”

You rolled your eyes, feeling silly that the logo had betrayed how much you truly disliked anything scarier than a scooby doo mystery.

It felt stupid to even mention, but horror films terrified you. You could just about stomach the paranormal ones, simply because you didn’t believe in ghosts or demons, but serial killer films with more gore than lines made you queasy. It felt too realistic. Especially with what you did, you never knew what might hide behind the next door you opened. It felt inescapable, inevitable and a little prophetic. You didn’t like feeling helpless or panicked, and seeing others panic or worse, coming face to face with the reality that you might not be able to save them made you nauseous. 

Profiling yourself felt equally silly, but if you had to, you would probably link your overall hatred of helplessness with your near resignation from the BAU. And if you were to profile Spencer or even Hotch, you could imagine that the reason they liked horror movies so much was because they were fake. No matter how bad it got, how much blood was lost and how many dead were littering the floor, it was all fake. One google search would tell them that the actors were safe and well, divorcing from fourth wives, sending second kids to college or acting in their very first oscar nominated movies. In the end, it was all okay. Things happened, and for once, they wouldn’t have to step in and risk their lives and loved ones to take another maniac off the streets. 

The fakeness of it freaked you out. It reminded you that while they pretended to die for your entertainment, someone out there was doing worse, and you were too busy eating popcorn to stop them. 

Aaron must have sensed something was off. He shifted in his seat and held you tighter, “I’m here,” he whispered absentmindedly, watching as Rusty Nails, the movie’s flavour of psycho, told the two main characters to fix their broken taillight. 

Despite yourself, and because of Hotch, you did actually enjoy the rest of the movie, rolling your eyes as he did when Lewis and Fuller picked up Venna, despite the deranged killer being hot on their trail and gasping in surprise when, inevitably, Venna got kidnapped. 

“See, it wasn’t that bad,” Aaron said, walking next to you towards the car, “Apparently, there’s rumours they filmed other endings, but they’re only going to be released when the film comes out on dvd.”

“When’s that supposed to happen?” you asked, reaching the driver side door before Hotch could, holding out your hand for the key, “You drove here, my turn,” you said. 

“Next month, I think,” he replied, jogging over to the other side and getting in.

“Perfect, that’s a date,” you grinned

Aaron chuckled, “Can I have a couple more in the meantime?” he asked

“Sure,” you replied, “But I pick the movie,” you added, turning the key in the ignition and starting the car as “A Thousand Miles” by Vanessa Carlton played on the radio.

You had barely been driving for twenty minutes when blue and red lights flashed in your rearview mirror, tearing your attention away from the road and whatever Aaron was saying. A siren started seconds later, alerting everyone in the neighbourhood of what was happening. You cringed inwardly, it was dark and well into the evening by now, people in nearby houses were sleeping and you were the reason for their sudden wake up.

“Shit,” you swore, “I didn’t think I was going too fast.”

Aaron shrugged, already leaning forward to open the glove box for the SUV’s papers. The officer got out of his car and made his way over to you. You brought the window down and waited for him to speak, documents already at the ready.

“Can I see your id and proof of insurance, please,” he asked in a deep, gravelly voice. You paused for a second, a feeling of unease washing over you. Noting your hesitation, Hotch gently tapped your elbow.

“Ma’am, ID and insurance papers, please,” the uniformed officer repeated. You finally got your arm moving, and handed him the documents, taking that time to properly look at him. While you had hoped it would ease your worries, properly taking ub his appearance only made things worse. The officer wore the correct black uniform, with badges right where they should have been, but something about the badges just looked wrong. You narrowed your eyes, trying to see the details better and suddenly, in the light of another passing car’s headlights, you saw it. The “Waxahachie Police Department” seal had been misspelt, probably by the manufacturer’s in an effort to avoid any chance of their customer being arrested for impersonating an officer, but the font had also been reduced slightly, making the mistake largely invisible. 

You turned around to tell Aaron, but in your concentration on the uniform, you had missed the officer pocketing your ID’s and fishing something out of his pocket. You immediately felt a funny force driving you back into your seat, accompanied by a loud bang echoing through the night, switching out for a terrible ringing as soon as it subsided. 

“Shit,” Aaron swore, immediately diving towards you, for some reason bringing both of his hands towards you.

“Did we get hit?” You asked, trying to turn around to see if someone had hit the back of the SUV, Hotch tried to wrestle you back against your seat. 

“Don’t move,” he pleaded, 

“Did we get hit?” You asked again,

“Please don’t move, he --”

“Aaron, they might need help --”

A second loud bang echoed tore through the night and Aaron flew back. You looked at him, certain that no one had driven into the back of you now, as you hadn’t felt the jolt. With growing horror, you looked down at his middle, his white shirt now turning redder with every second. One of his hands moved to cover his wound, shaking as more blood bubbled through the shirt. 

An overwhelming pain shot through you so powerfully that it felt like you couldn’t breathe. You looked down to your own middle and breathed a sigh of relief. There was no wound to be seen and when you patted your stomach, the pain didn’t get any worse. It was only when Aaron’s unoccupied hand moved to press down on your chest that you realised, with horror, why the pain seemed so much worse with every intake of breath. 

The realisation seemed to take the fight out of you. While you had felt high enough on adrenaline to run a triathlon seconds ago, reaching up to touch your own chest seemed a Herculean task but, wondering how bad things actually were, you did so anyway, feeling around until you reached the bullet hole. You were by no means a doctor, but a gun shot so close to the heart didn’t inspire much trust in your survival. 

You looked at Aaron, frantically looking around for a way to stop your bleeding and call the emergency services without letting go of his own wound, and you felt strangely calm. He’d been shot in the guts, survival chances were much higher and in that moment, you couldn’t think of better news. Aaron would live.  

“You’re going to be okay,” you said, trying to smile, covering his hand with your own. You squeezed it slightly, using all the strength you had left, before the world grew dark and the pain faded.

[buriedlove]

BL Sunday Update

Hello Buried Lovers,

I thought I would get back to doing little updates each Sunday. They won't all be super exciting with word counts/ release dates (yet!) but I thought it would be helpful for you guys to know what I'm up to with Buried Love, and for me to just sometimes use this blog for some reflection on the whole process of writing an interactive fiction. It's such a different way of writing and I've definitely hit a few hurdles here and there. I thought I'd share in case they help anyone else who also occasionally feels like the IF they're writing is more challenging than finding their way out of the worlds most complex labyrinth (although at least we know some people who can help with that, right?)

The Characters

For the past couple of weeks I've been spending a lot of time re-engaging with the characters - reading and adding to character notes and working through the emoji asks you've been sending through (thank you for those - they've honestly been so helpful in allowing me to get back into the heads of the characters).

Characterisation is always my absolute favourite part of writing - I love understanding each character, why they do what they do. Who they are - what drives them, what they fear, who makes their hearts feel like they're pounding out of their chests.

Working through how to write for each love interest in a way that feels true to them, but in a way that is manageable within a branching IF has been one of my biggest writing challenges.

I've tried writing a section at a time for each character, I've tried writing each character's options as I go through (this was the quickest approach for me but when I read back what I'd written it didn't feel true to the characters at all), and I've tried writing a whole day for one character and then going back and adjusting/ changing for each character (and this is the approach I'm using again now).

Unfortunately I think the approach that makes me the most comfortable from a characterisation perspective is the slowest (sorry!), but I hope in the end it'll mean we have a story where each route feels authentic and different. If feels like a huge relief to have found a writing model that seems to work for me!

This week I've also been building the details for the 3 characters who aren't in the game yet and doing some background research - I'm so excited for you to meet them!

...and other things

One of the reasons for my spectacular writers block was a challenge idea I had that I just couldn't make work from a character/ branching perspective. So another important lesson I've learned is - if you can't make it work then put a big ol' pin in it and write something else. It's something I've done with other writing but for some reason I was fixed on the idea I needed to keep writing everything in a linear way because of the branching/ coding. But the pin approach worked - I've solved how to approach the challenge (as of yesterday) and it's flowing much better (yay!)

That's it for this week - I'll be sharing lots of ask responses over the next week, and have some dating app profiles for all of the characters to start sharing. I also have a beautiful art commission to share next weekend of our favourite book shop owner. If there's anything you'd like to ask or see on this blog please just let me know.

[bloomfish]

I'm hate-watching bridgerton as usual (hate is too strong a word perhaps, annoyance-watching. I admit it's entertaining in a trashy way lol) and here are my thoughts so far

I hate Colin lol. Idk why they had to make him into a smug womaniser for him to be hot but he's just annoying to me. It doesn't help that I don't find that actor attractive personally, but I just find him a thoroughly unappealing character tbh

Constant prostitute scenes are unnecessary. What is this, game of thrones? Sorry but I don't find a man paying for two unnamed women to have sex in front of him because he's too conflicted to join in sexy

Eloise continues to be best character, best Bridgerton (followed by Benedict), best everything. She can do no wrong in my eyes basically, even when she does wrong. Sad that she has lost interest in feminism but that will hopefully be fixed. Hopefully. :( there is like a weirdly... unquestioned misogyny to this show if I'm honest. The reason I like Eloise (apart from the actress just being charismatic) is because she's the only one who has AT ALL a problem with any of it lol

Ridiculous that there is no gay Bridgerton (or even character); I thought initially this would be Benedict but turns out he's into Cool Balloon Lady. Now I think there is some hope for Eloise and Cressida (whom I also like) maybe? please? I feel like I'm seeing hints but then I also thought they were there with Benedict

Speaking of Benedict I don't care about Cool Balloon Lady and his thing in the first season with the secret art bohemians club was better. I think I'm just desperate for anyone to break out of the frippery of high society that I just latch onto the characters that do so even slightly lol

Last season I also thought Eloise might have some kind of cross-class forbidden romance with that boy from the printer's– which would have had the added effect of having One Fucking Working-class Character in the Entire Thing. (Though I'll more than happily accept Cressida as a substitute)

Speaking of which, they elevated two of the THREE non-aristocratic characters into the aristocracy this season. Woohoo. I feel like they just didn't know what to do with those characters because anything outside high society is boring to whoever writes this show

I used to not like Penelope much tbh but I like her more this season. I also find Vegetarian Man very pleasant and she should just marry him because he's better than Colin. Though this is probably because if I was in the regency era I'd be all over the idea of a nature-loving guy who leaves me to my business months out of the year lol.

I didn't like Penelope's first "sexy new look" at all- the dark green one- but the subsequent ones are better. Also the makeup for that look was way too much, Nicola Coughlan has a naturally cherubic face with soft colouring and she looks better in pastel tones. Although I wish they'd try something other than that exact same shade of pale green, even though it is a good colour on her. She'd look great in light blue, for instance

Shrug emoji about Francesca, I hope she's happy with that guy idk

I continue to despise the chamber orchestra pop music remixes. This isn't just in Bridgerton but I hate this trend. Enough is enough lads

[writergirl3]

when their s/o is getting talked ab on social media? like either in a bad way or good

Thanks for the request! I also added in some brief head canons about how each member is on social media, too, just for context.

Enjoy! 🧡⭐️

4 Town x Reader And Social Media

Robaire;

Robaire uses social media moderately. He likes it for interacting with 4 Townies and showing off a fit or two, but that’s about it.

Having a public relationship with you as the frontman of 4 Town isn’t easy, and he doesn’t actively look for opinions about your partnership.

If someone criticizes you, though? It won’t go unnoticed. He tries not to do anything brash and keeps you unaware of the negativity, if possible.

Instead of virtually pouncing on the hater in question, he’ll let his professional side take over. It helps him distance himself from the unkindness, making it less personal and invasive, somehow.

He’ll block them from any accounts he can and tell the boys to do the same. He’ll also let his management know.

Also, if he sees any repeatedly mean behavior, he might even post a screenshot of a post and remind 4 Townies to be kind and report any similar activity they find online.

If people are nice about you, though? He’ll definitely be liking all the positive content about you. He doesn’t really reply, at most he’ll send a heart emoji or something. He definitely takes screenshots though, and shows them to you when he comes across them on his feed.

Jesse;

Jesse’s pretty chill when it comes to social media. He takes it or leaves it, really. It’s the grandpa in him, what can I say?

He’ll casually scroll through his feeds, liking things here and there. He doesn’t really reply to 4 Townies a whole bunch, but likes their posts a lot.

But, if someone is being mean about you or anyone else in his life? He will do everything he can to tear that person down.

Although Jesse is chill, he can get a temper on him at times. For that reason, he won’t interact with the troll directly. He’ll likely make a note of the @ and send it on to 4 Town’s social media management team. They run the joint account, and have the power to have any trolls blocked from all social media accounts associated with you and the band.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to fight for you. He just doesn’t want to waste time on people who don’t deserve it. Instead of coming up with sassy comebacks to their hating, he could be out on a fun date or something with you. He won’t hide the negativity from you, but certainly won’t bring it up in conversation or anything. He doesn’t value the words of strangers, and leaves it up to other people to deal with online negativity. Boyband privileges, right?

Plenty of 4 Townies love, you, though, and that more than makes up for any bad stuff he finds about you online. He’ll like and repost any nice things he finds about you, and honestly, most of Jesse’s replies on posts are confirmations of how amazing you are.

Aaron T;

Oh boy. T honestly shouldn’t be allowed on social media. If it weren’t for verification, you’d think his accounts were fake or something.

He’s for sure one of those people who puts what should go on stories onto a whole post. He completely ignored all aspects of his social media training from 4 Town’s early days. He loves social media, and wants to use it how he wants.

Now, if he comes across anything even slightly negative about you? The whole fandom will know about it. He’s started full-blown wars on Twitter that escalated so far, he was banned from his account for a few days.

T’s obviously a nice guy who never has a bad word to say about anyone. Unless they try and say a bad word about you. He’s the king of brutal comebacks and will not rest until the hater in question apologises or is wiped from the face of the online earth.

Because T gets so caught up in fighting for you, he sometimes forgets to communicate with you about the hate. He won’t really have the brain space to hide it from you, especially if the evidence is all over his feed. So, he usually has to console you for a while afterwards and, hypocritically, tells you not to take any notice of them.

If someone says something nice about you, though? Except avid agreements in all-caps, with enough emojis to give you a headache. T’s also always reposting cute fan edits of the two of you, whether they’re artistic or pure cringe.

Aaron Z;

Z’s social media accounts pretty much lay dormant most of the time. He finds the whole idea of social media kinda icky and a waste of time. If he weren’t in 4 Town, he wouldn’t touch the internets with a barge pole.

However, the only time he really resurrects his socials is in defense of your honour. If someone’s said something bad about you online, he’ll get a heads-up from T. Immediately, Z will look up the user and scan over whatever the hater has to say.

Replying to trolls is like a reflex for Z. Well, it is when it involves you. They say that the truth hurts, and Z’s burns. Anyone who dares to say a single bad thing about you can expect a well-worded one-liner that’ll make them live to regret ever opening their mouth in the first place.

This has got Z into some trouble with management. He never gets carried away with his comebacks by any means, he always keeps himself in check so he doesn’t cross a line. But proportionally, his profile is literally just replies to trolls and the usual publicity posts that he has to put out. His social media team don’t like this much, but Z doesn’t care.

He’ll do everything he can to hide any online negativity from you. He’s also super paranoid about the privacy of your own socials and never really tags you in anything to spare your privacy.

If someone says something nice, though, he will definitely like their post. He’s also secretly obsessed with compilation videos that 4 Townies have pieced together from bits of footage from T and the others. He likes to watch them whenever you’re apart for comfort.

Tae Young;

Tae is slightly less active on his socials than T (which isn’t hard, let’s be real), but this guy loves social media. Especially Instagram; his feed is so aesthetically pleasing, and he takes lots of time over it.

If he ever encounters any meanness directed at you, he’s actually as brutal as bother the Aarons. Buuut, he won’t respond publicly. He’ll message them privately and put them in their place, but is by no means above sharing a screenshot of the chat if the troll continues to be rude.

There’s something really funny when this happens. Tae’s feed is full of animal shelter infographics, tumblr-esque photos of sweet treats and nature, and then suddenly, there’s the odd screengrab of his interactions. It’s kinda a Jekyll and Hyde thing, and 4 Townies actually love seeing the other side of Tae that’s reserved for haters.

Tae will try and hide any negativity from you, but it doesn’t usually work because you’ll find evidence of it on his feed. Like T, though, he’ll always comfort you the best he can.

When it comes to nice things about you, though, Tae will for sure shout out every bit of positivity that he finds. He’ll enthusiastically reply to these posts and share them, too. He also posts you a lot on his socials, and usually spends lots of time liking and replying to nice comments about you.

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Musing Meaninglessly Masterlist

[teecupangel]

Adding fuel to the fire of COD and AC crossover. Although you don't have modern warfare 1 and 2 reboot (that's okay) I hope you'll get the game soon but I guess stick to cut scenes in YouTube up to you. (I'm the OG anon who requested the Cod x AC, hi, how you been?)

https://youtu.be/g3GPMpevdRQ

That's the link of Phillip graves's betrayal. The detail that his name changes color of his status and same with General Shepherd in an another cut scene and it made me think of Desmond using eagle vision saw him changed color especially this is the moment Philip graves mentioned him as an assassin and the brotherhood in that and the 141 task force + Alejandro and Rudy learned about and you know spice up with angst. I believe Farah makes Desmond possibly go soft on her and treat her like a sister cause her strong personality reminds me of Claudia. I don't know what will be the first impression of Alex to Desmond (They might get along cos they are Americans lol). I want the task force be amazed (Desmond deserves all the positive attention at the dual his hidden blades, hidden gun, parkour and rope dart (Connor definitively knows how) and maybe sharing his wisdom *cough* bleeding effects *cough* of the views and tenants of the creed. Sorry for the long ask. Enjoy my heart emojis for you 💘💝💖💗💓💞💕💟❣️❤️‍🔥❤🩷🧡💛💚💙🩵💜🤎🖤🩶🤍

All current AC x COD short fics/drabbles: the OG question that started it all together with 2 small drabbles, Desmond and the 141 ‘bonding’

(I’ve been great, nonny, thanks for asking. I did find a cheap mw one but all mwii are still not that cheap. Hahaha. Although, full confession: I watched the scenes with Ghost and Soap in it because they’re my favorite in the og mw so I did see Graves’ betrayal scene XD)

He'll definitely be like "I like this one" with Farah and Alex would be a bit jealous because he is kinda like Farah's yes man. If Desmond is ever going to have a 'recruit' in MW, it'll either be Ramirez and/or Farah. Alex and Desmond would probably be sus over one another because Alex is CIA and Desmond is pretending to be CIA XD

If you're wondering why I answered that first before Graves... weeeelllll...

So I have another confession to make. I had a plan for Graves and Shadow Company (and Shepherd) being Assassins in this fic and now that you asked, I have an excuse to write this scene XD

This will also answer a question from @twitcherpated :

does the 141 ping as blue to Desmond? Gold? Something else?

Have a little fic where I give Graves and Shadow Company more... uuuhhh... I wanna say 'deeper connection'?

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Desmond knew something was up even before they reached the barricade that had suddenly popped up at the entrance of Los Vaqueros’ base.

Desmond had his Eagle Vision activated the entire ride, more as a precaution than anything else. Alejandro, Soap, and Ghost were as blue as always with Ghost’s blue the most vibrant of them all.

He missed the blues of the rest of 141 and Ramirez’ but they had their own mission to take care of.

And Desmond had been consoling himself with the blues of Graves and Shadow Company.

It was nice…

Being surrounded by blues for once.

Especially by fellow Assassins like Shadow Company.

Which was why the sudden white of their forms just before they reached the gates immediately made Desmond wary.

Something was happening…

And the blues of Shadow Company was now being slowly smothered by the white like some kind of fading gradient.

Desmond followed his team as they got out of the car at the same time Graves and his men came out of theirs but he kept his hands on his ACR, just in case.

Desmond took a step forward to follow Alejandro but stopped when Ghost placed a hand on his chest, pushing him back slightly. Desmond turned to look at Ghost who simply shook his head at him almost unnoticeably while Alejandro loudly asked, “What’s this?”

“This is the immediate future.” Graves answered calmly, his tone having lost all casualness he used to show to 141 and Alejandro, “Step away from the gate.”

“What?” Soap asked with furrowed brows.

“You’re crazy, this is my base.” Alejandro reminded them as he raised his arms briefly.

“It’s not a base. This is a sizeable facility and I admire it.” Graves glanced at Desmond as he announced, “So we’ll be using it as our bureau for this operation.”

Desmond froze at those words while Graves continued, turning his attention back to Alejandro and Soap, “You boys have been relieved. Thank you for your service.”

“No, no, no.” Alejandro immediately spoke with growing fury in his voice, “I don’t tak-”

“Desmond.” Graves cut Alejandro off as he turned to face Desmond, “It’s time for us to do what we’re meant to do, brother.”

Desmond’s eyes widened just as both Soap and Alejandro turned to stare at him.

“What does he mean by that, Desmond?” Soap asked, “Did you know about this?”

“Know about it? He’s part of it.” Graves answered for Desmond and Desmond could only watch in silence as Graves and the Shadow Company around him took off a part of their patch, removing part of the shades and the rook and revealing a black Assassin insignia underneath.

Desmond barely heard Graves’ next words, “He’s been part of it longer than any of us.”

All he could focus on was the words written below the insignia.

Agiamo nell’ombra per service la luce.

‘We work in the dark to serve the light.’

“What does he mean by that, Desmond?” Soap’s voice shook Desmond out of his stupor and he turned to stare at Soap.

“You’re with them?!” Alejandro shouted as he took a step away from Graves and pointed an accusing finger at Desmond.

“Does Shepherd know?” Soap asked as he took a step towards the car.

“Commander Shepherd sends his regards.” Graves answered and they all turned to face him once more. Graves stared at Desmond as he added, “And he told me to remind you…”

“Remember that you are a part of our Brotherhood.” Graves glanced at Soap as he stated, “Not theirs.”

Desmond tightened his grip on his ACR as he finally spoke, “I’m loyal to the Creed…”

“But I am not loyal to any master.” Desmond let go of his ACR and quickly pulled out his USP.45, making everyone raise their main weapon.

“Hold your fire!” Both Graves and Soap ordered when they both realized that Desmond had aimed his sidearm…

At his own temple.

“Desmond…”

“You talk too much, Graves.” Desmond took a step back as he used his left hand to show everyone his hidden blade, “You all know what this does, right?”

Desmond placed his left hand on the side of his neck as he said, “Before anyone gets the idea of shooting my hand off so I can’t fire my gun, all I need to do is twitch and I’ll pierce my own neck.”

“Desmond…” Soap called out as he kept his own gun aimed at Graves’ men.

“Desperate times, Soap.” Desmond said with an obviously fake cheerful tone before glaring at Graves, “So, Graves. Don’t talk, just listen.”

“Shepherd needs me.” Desmond stated, “That’s the only reason why you would go to all this trouble to blow my cover right here and now. You’re trying to turn 141 against me.”

Soap and Alejandro glanced at Desmond but kept quiet.

“Which means you need me to come to you willingly.” Desmond stared at Graves’ impressive poker face.

Then he glanced at the body posture of the men behind Graves.

“It’s Soma.” Desmond realized, “You need me to find Soma…”

Desmond glanced beyond the gates before continuing, “You’ve got confirmation that Soma is in there but you don’t know where. That’s why you need me.”

Graves was quiet for a moment before he stated, “No.”

Desmond frowned at that.

“We’ve retrieved Soma and it’s now en route to General Shepherd’s location.” Graves informed him, lips curving into that cocky smile of his that Desmond had actually liked, “You’re not the only one with Eagle Vision, Desmond.”

“Then why do you need-” Desmond stopped, eyes widening as he realized, “You need me to activate it.”

“Only your genes can activate Soma.” Graves answered with a nod, “According to our research, the power Soma holds can be used as targeted strikes but it needs an Anima to control the strikes.”

“You want me to use Soma to take down the Templars.” Desmond realized, eyes widening even further as he added, “To attack Abstergo facilities!”

“There are innocent people there!” Desmond shouted, “Not everyone in Abstergo are Templars, Graves!”

“And they killed children during the Great Purge!” Graves shouted back, “Do you think they were Assassins too, Desmond?! Do you think everyone the Templars killed during the Great Purge were Assassins?! Fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters…”

“The Templars did not give us mercy then, why should we show them mercy now?!” Graves asked as he kept his weapon lowered while taking a step toward Desmond. Alejandro, Soap, and Ghost pointed their guns at Graves but Graves kept his eyes on Desmond, “You weren’t there to see it! You were safe in William Miles’ little Farm!”

“But we…” Graves took a step back and raised his arms as he announced, “We are the shadows that were left behind by that genocide! We are the shadows that will avenge the dead!”

“And you’re the sun that will make us larger than we have ever been.” Graves announced as he offered his hand to Desmond, “This is it, Desmond. This is our time to turn the tide. No more staying in the shadows, no more hiding from Abstergo or the Templars.”

“With you as the Anima…” Graves’ eyes were clear but Desmond could hear the fanaticism in his voice, “We will burn the Templars to the ground once more.”

“Just like Ezio Auditore did in Cappadocia.”

Desmond took a step back as he said, “No.”

Desmond shook his head as he shouted, “No! Cappadocia was a mistake!”

“I won’t do it, Graves.” Desmond stated before staring at the men who all had different shades of blue and white right now behind Graves, “This isn’t our way. This isn’t how our Brotherhood should be.”

“The Brotherhood we have now, William Miles’ Brotherhood, is nothing more than a rat scurrying in the sewers on its own shit!” Graves argued before slowly taking out a white phone from his back pocket.

“What’s that, Graves?!” Soap shouted as he aimed at the phone.

“Relax. I’m making a call to someone Desmond would want to speak to.” Graves said calmly as he pressed the call button before showing the phone to all of them, “Shepherd told me you wouldn’t see reason. That you’re too soft.”

“I was stupid enough to think he’s wrong. That you would have Ezio Auditore’s courage instead.” Graves stated as he glared at Desmond.

“Don’t talk to me about Ezio. I know Ezio more than anyone in the world! He wouldn’t have approved of this!” Desmond shouted, trying to get the men behind Graves to see the truth.

“Ezio Auditore took Rome from Borgia rule by fire and blood.” Shepherd’s voice was heard from the phone and the phone’s screen changed to a video of Shepherd, “And we will take the world back from Abstergo’s control.”

“Shepherd.” Soap growled as he glared at the phone.

“Graves, take everyone in.” Shepherd ordered, “If our Anima does not wish to take his proper place for the sake of the Brotherhood then he will do it for the people he cares about.”

“If you think we’re just going to let you take us-”

“You will.” Shepherd cut Soap off as he said, “Desmond will make sure of it.”

“What?”

“Have you forgotten?” Shepherd asked calmly, “The two transfers in Shadow Company?”

Desmond froze as Shepherd stepped to the side, revealing…

“Shaun! Rebecca!” Desmond shouted as he saw the slumped figures of Shaun and Rebecca tied to the chairs.

“You saved the world once, Desmond.” Shepherd stated and stepped back to the frame of the video once more, “It’s time to save it once more, son.”

The video cut at that and Graves returned the phone to his back pocket. He aimed his gun at Alejandro calmly as he said, “You heard the commander, Desmond. It’s time to come home.”

A tense silence fell on all of them.

Until…

“Take cover!” Ghost ordered and they all reacted immediately, falling to their stomach just as one of the men behind Graves suddenly threw two smoke grenades.

“Left side, go!” Ghost ordered and all of them immediately rolled to the left just as they heard the sounds of gunshots erupting.

“Hold your fire! Find and secure Desmond!” Graves shouted from the smoke and everyone skidded downward. Ghost unpinned one of his grenades and threw it back to the road. One of Graves’ men grabbed it in midair and dropped it to the floor as they jumped off, skidding towards them.

“She’s with us!” Ghost shouted as Soap and Alejandro aimed their gun at the member of Shadow company, “Run! We’ll lose them in the buildings!”

Ghost took point as they all begin to run just as the grenade finally exploded, keeping Graves and his men preoccupied for a few precious seconds.

The Shadow company member with them threw their helmet off and took off their balaclava and Desmond blinked when he recognized the blonde hair and blue eyes.

“Galina!?” Desmond shouted.

“Hello, Desmond.” Galina nodded at him as they continued to run, using the same fake deep American accent he heard from Shadow 1-3. Her next words were spoken in her natural Russian accent, “William Miles told me to tell you if Graves and Shepherd did betray us...”

Galina smirked as she said, “You’re in command, Desmond.”

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I'm sorry, nonny. I know you wanted bamf! Desmond but this plot point has been on my mind ever since I thought of OG Shepherd knowing about POEs.

(The Italian translation of We work in the dark to serve the light is directly taken from the Italian subs of AC2. If I knew more Italian, I would have changed it to We work in the shadows to serve the light XD)

(At this point, I really should just make a full fic of this crossover XD)

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kei's 150 followers celebration ｡:ﾟ૮ ˶ˆ ﻌ ˆ˶ ა ﾟ:｡ ♡

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If You Love Me (Let Me Know)

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Summary: Someone makes a passing comment about his and Sky's relationship, and Pai can't seem to get it out of his head. He aggressively overcompensates, Sky figures out something's up, and they talk it out.

Prapai got off his bike, grinning at his opponent, adrenaline rushing through his veins after the race.

“Better luck next time?” he offered.

Gear chuckled lightly at that, shaking his head. “I don’t think that’ll help much, but I appreciate it anyway.” Pai laughed, clapping him on the shoulder as the two of them headed over to where the other racers stood.

“How does it feel to get smoked as soon as you come back, P’Gear?” Art asked, playfully punching his arm.

“Well, it’s Prapai, so it’s expected,” he replied lightly. “None of you can beat him either.” There was a murmur of agreement at that, and Pai flashed a wide smile before pulling his phone out to text Sky.

Prapai

Hi, baby  ♥️♥️♥️  Two down, one to go. How’s your essay going?

He looked up from his phone when someone clapped him on the back. Gear kept a hand on his shoulder, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Earth to Pai,” he said loudly, waving his other hand in front of his face.

“Sorry,” Prapai laughed it off. “What’d I miss?”

“Just talking about the afterparty, and who’s going,” Gear explained. “You’re obviously in,” he added as an afterthought. Pai tilted his head to the side, face scrunching slightly.

“Sorry, P’Gear,” he shook his head, laughing a little at the look of surprise he got in response.

“He hasn’t been around for a while,” Bomb chimed in. “P’Pai doesn’t do that anymore.”

“Please,” Gear scoffed, looking to Prapai for confirmation. Pai just shrugged.

“I don’t go out so much anymore,” he agreed.

“No, he just runs straight home to Sky,” Art added in a teasing manner.

“Sky?”

“His boyfriend,” Bomb explained. Prapai couldn’t help but smile at that, never getting tired of hearing Sky referred to in that way.

“Boyfriend?” Gear’s tone was completely incredulous. “Prapai?” Everyone else laughed at that, having had similar reactions themselves.

“I know, I know,” Bomb agreed. “But it’s true, he’s totally smitten.”

Prapai opened his mouth to affirm that notion, but was distracted when he felt his phone vibrate.

Sky Ughhhhhh. It’s trying to kill me, P’Pai.  🥺  Can’t wait til you’re home.  💗

Prapai couldn’t help the beaming smile that overtook his face at that, brushing his thumb across the heart emoji Sky had sent. He sent a string of them back as his response, then sent a string of kisses as well after a moment of consideration.

“Okay, you’re really gone,” Gear observed in an amused tone, interrupting Pai’s train of thought. “He must really be something, for you to settle down.”

“He’s way more than something,” Pai insisted. “He’s everything.” The rest of the group groaned loudly at that, far too used to Prapai gushing but still against it. Gear looked even more amused, shaking his head again.

“What’s he doing with you, then?” Gear asked, elbowing him in the side. Pai just laughed it off, smacking Gear on the back of the head in retaliation. “I’m serious,” Gear added, although his teasing smile was at odds with his words. “Wait until he finds out how you used to be.”

“He already knows,” Pai snorted. “That’s how we met.”

“Poor guy,” Gear flicked him in the ear. “How’s he supposed to trust a guy like you, huh?”

The rest of the group snickered, and Prapai went along with it, reminding himself that Gear was just messing around with him. He couldn’t quite stop the creeping thought in the back of his mind saying that Gear might have a point after all, as much as he tried to push it away. Pai continued to chat with them until it was time for his last race, beating his opponent without much trouble. He lingered just long enough to text Sky that he was heading back before taking off towards home without a backward glance.

Sky greeted him happily enough when he returned, kissing him a few seconds after he made it through the door. Pai laughed and kissed him back, unable to help the wide grin that stretched across his face from seeing Sky’s shy smile. He didn’t think about the race that evening, too swept up in Sky to be thinking about anything else.

Once they’d climbed into bed together and Sky had fallen asleep against Prapai’s chest, he stared down at him, brushing his hair back from his face gently. Sky looked so beautiful that his heart ached a little just looking at him, and Gear’s earlier words echoed in his mind.

How’s he supposed to trust a guy like you?

Pai swallowed, smile faltering as he thought about it. Sky was certainly familiar with what Prapai had been like prior to their relationship, but knowing it was different than seeing it. The incident at the party had certainly proven that. A simple misunderstanding had almost ended their relationship, and all because Prapai used to be the kind of guy Sky wouldn’t have been able to trust. A thought drifted through his mind that Sky might still feel that way, at least a little, deep down. He felt a wave of panic hit him at that, and tried to push it back down. Sky loved him, he knew that. Just…he wasn’t sure if Sky loved him  as much as he loved Sky. That might have sounded strange, but he honestly wasn’t sure if  anyone could love someone as much as he loved Sky. Pai was sure everyone felt that way when they were in love, but he was even more sure that he was actually right about it. The depth of feeling he had for Sky scared him sometimes, it was so vast and overwhelming.

His mind swum with thoughts of Sky, finally landing on the start of their relationship. Had he pushed Sky too much? When they’d met, Sky hadn’t been interested in dating anyone, and he’d certainly not been interested in dating Prapai. Until…what? Pai had worn him down, showing up over and over again until Sky was tired of resisting? He thought about what might have happened if Sky hadn’t been so closed off, if he’d been open to relationships as they came.

His mind immediately conjured up images of the kind of guy Sky would have ended up with had that been the case. Mature, responsible, he thought. Not an adrenaline junkie or a spoiled rich kid, either. Prapai looked down at Sky’s sleeping face, so open when he was unconscious.

“You deserve better,” he whispered, “but I’m too selfish to let you go.” After a beat, he continued. “I’ll just have to be better. I promise, my Sky,” he bent his head slightly, pressing a gentle kiss to Sky’s forehead.

For the next two weeks, he tried his best to do exactly that. He brought flowers, food, gifts. He called Sky whenever they were apart and texted if he couldn’t call. He canceled meetings, shunned his friends, and worked from home as much as possible. When Sky sent him a new song by his favorite band, he bought concert tickets. When Sky mentioned a Japanese garden he wanted to go to someday, he booked a flight. The last two led to strong protests from Sky, who was (in Pai’s opinion) completely unreasonable when it came to Pai spending money on him.

It wasn’t until Sky came home from school soaking wet that it all came to a head. Prapai’s head snapped towards the door as soon as he heard it opening. His smile dropped when he saw how drenched Sky was, running to grab a towel before meeting Sky at the door.

“You’ll get sick,” Pai reprimanded, taking Sky’s bag and starting to dry him.

“It wasn’t supposed to rain,” Sky responded petulantly. “I didn’t have an umbrella.”

“That’s all right, sweetheart,” Prapai soothed. “I’ll buy you a car, okay?”

Sky blinked in astonishment.

“Okay, I really don't see the connection there,” came the response after a moment.

“If you had a car, you couldn’t get caught in the rain,” Prapai explained patiently, smiling gently at his boyfriend.

“You know what?” Sky asked, clearly frustrated. “I’ve had enough of this.”

Prapai’s heart stopped in his chest, panic seizing his lungs.

“No, baby don't,” he pleaded. “Don’t leave me, please, I’ll do anything.”

A look of confusion swept over Sky’s face.

“What? Why would—” he shook his head. “I’m not leaving you,” he sounded shocked, which was a comfort. Prapai’s shoulders sagged as he breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m fed up with all the gifts,” Sky explained. “I have no idea what’s going on. I was waiting for you to come talk to me about it, but it doesn’t seem like that’s going to happen. So. What’s going on?”

“Nothing’s going on.”

“...Really.”

Prapai nodded in response, smiling and trying to convey that he was fine, everything was absolutely fine.  Sky’s face softened and he brought a hand up to Pai’s face, cupping it delicately.

“P’Pai. You just thought I was leaving. Talk to me?” he asked, so gently it hurt a little.

“Okay.” Prapai crumbled in the face of an earnest Sky, asking to be let in. “It’s not a big deal,” he started. “I just…I want you to feel like you made the right choice. With me.”

“Of course I did,” Sky reassured him immediately. “You’re always the right choice.” Prapai’s chest seized at that. Sky kissed his cheek lightly and guided him to the couch, walking backwards so Pai could keep holding him. They sat down together, and Sky pulled one of Pai’s hands into his lap, holding it in his own. “Did I make you feel like—” Sky started before Prapai interrupted.

“No! Of course not,” he stated firmly. “But…when we met, you didn’t do relationships. You didn’t want me, and I…broke you down. And if you’d been open to it earlier, you probably would have met someone different. Someone better.”

“There’s no one better,” Sky ran his thumb over the back of Pai’s hand. “Not for me. And you didn’t break me down, P’Pai. You opened me up again.” Prapai’s breath hitched at Sky telling him exactly what he needed to hear. “I love you, P’Pai.”

“I love you, too,” Prapai could feel himself starting to get teary-eyed. “So much that it scares me sometimes. I never knew I could love somebody this much.”

“Do you even know how much I love you?” Sky replied, smoothing Pai’s hair with his free hand.

“I do,” Prapai’s voice was thick as he nodded in response. “I’m sorry for doubting it. For doubting us.”

“It’s okay,” Sky comforted him. “I’ll always be here to remind you when you need me to.” Prapai pulled Sky against him at that, needing the closeness.

“I’m so glad I found you,” his voice was muffled in Sky’s shoulder when he spoke. Sky hummed his agreement, planting a kiss on the top of his head.

“P’Pai?” he asked, after a brief lull.

“Yes, my love?”

“You are not buying me a car.”

“But—”

  “P’Pai!”

“...Fine. For now.”