#because the coloring came out sooo bad

[acidthecorvid]

final came out awful so you get the sketch instead 😋

[wandasfavreal]

Getting Closer

Wanda x Fem!Reader

Summary: After finally indulging in a relationship with your stepmom, you found yourself in more situations involving Wanda’s careless behavior such as her secretly fucking you as your father’s in the same room.

Part 1(Make You Mine)

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Stepmom!Wanda x fem!reader, slight non/con, strap on(r receiving), strapwarming, fingers in mouth, RISKYYY sex, angry sex??, daddy issues, and mommy kink bc she’s just sooo, also kinda angsty/fluffy at the end

It’s been a couple weeks since your first time with Wanda. And ever since then, she had become a bit more clingy than expected. Actually more than clingy, just completely obsessed with you.

Almost every night Wanda came to your room, fucking you to relieve herself of both the sexual frustration from you and just the frustration from your father. The two haven’t been getting along at all, only having arguments every day even if they were over little things. Wanda couldn’t even bear sleeping with him, and just used the couch downstairs in the living room as a cover up of where she actually slept, your bed.

Not that you mind though. It was actually one of the best things that happened to you as you didn’t think your father was ever worthy of having such an endearing and beautiful wife like Wanda. She was the only person who actually cared for your well being, truth be told. Unlike your dad, she didn’t dismiss your feelings, always looking out for when you acted unusual and making sure there was something she could do to fix it. Her whole world and worries were about you, only you. Her sweet nature only got to the point where you questioned yourself, if you’d possibly fallen in love with her.

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Around 5pm Wanda called you out to the living room, seemingly planned something. She was sat in the armchair, one of those sofas that would only fit for one. You walked towards her curiously, asking “You called?”

“Yeah, you wanna watch a movie with me?” She replied quickly with a charming smile, the one you grew even weaker for. Glancing at the tv screen, it displayed a familiar movie from the collection of DvDs you grew up watching. You figured it’d be fine to spend some time with her, noticing the need to be close to you she showed too. Though strangely, she had a blanket covering her lap despite the hotter conditioning within the house.

“Um, sure,” You said, moving to sit on her lap as she patted and gestured you to sit there, something that was considered normal as you’ve done it many times before now. However, as you sat down you felt something hard poking your thighs. Your head turned to look back at her questionably, your eyebrows furrowed. “Wanda..?”

In response, she only smirked and moved her hands to your waist, pulling you back to push her front against your body. You let out a small gasp upon feeling her breasts pressed up on your back and as the lead-up happened all so quickly. “I need you really bad today, sweetie.” She said, her voice low in your ear. She moved one hand down to roughly tug down the blanket out and from under you, revealing the toy she hid. It was a large strap on that she had used on you before, though you’ve never taken the whole thing before. The deep red of it was an appealing color to Wanda’s character, and you thoroughly found it arousing to see her with it.

The toy was then in between your thighs, slightly pressed up against your clothed center. “Could you be a dear and help mommy out?” She asked you as her hand squeezed your side, her control already leaving her like always.

You shyly nodded as her soft tone made your head feel cloudy, reaching for the waistband of your shorts and underwear to pull them down once you stood up a bit. Wanda assisted you in doing so, and quickly pulled them down because she just desperately wanted to get straight to the point. She positioned the strap to align with your entrance, already finding you wet. Once the tip was in, she got ahold of your waist again, carefully lowering you down on the big shaft.

“I’ll go slow, don’t worry,” Wanda reassured you. There was small whine that left your mouth as it barely fit and got halfway. She shushed you, rubbing your sides in the hopes that you’d relax more. Still, as she kept pushing you down, tears quickly built up and your hands found their way to Wanda’s thighs under you, squeezing tightly. A loud whimper came out as your breathing also quickened. “I know, I know baby, it’s big. Just breathe in and out.”

You knew Wanda always made sure you were okay before doing something, but she was at times an impatient woman. Ergo, leading to her unexpectedly force you down fully. You yelped and had a tighter grip on her, though not strong enough to hurt her. Your legs kicked a bit helplessly as you were stuck with her inside and buried in you to the brim. Another whine left your throat, “Mommy…”

“It’s okay, I won’t move. I just want you to sit on mommy’s cock for a little while, okay? Just focus on the tv, sweetie,” Wanda responded, her voice sounding sickly sweet. She lifted her hand to your cheek, turning your head to face forward instead of her. Her eyes trailed your body, noticing the hardening nipples showing through the shirt you were wearing. One hand went under the fabric, creeping up to aggressively grope your chest, only making you moan as you began to focus on that instead of the bruising feeling within your cunt.

She kept this up for about half an hour, teasing your body and making you drenched around her cock. As time passed, you grew needier and eager for her to move, but she showed no signs of wanting to. You shifted bit in her lap, biting your inner cheek as the toy hit a spot that made you quietly moan. Wanda of course witnessed the entire thing, not paying a single ounce of her attention on the screen in front of her, only her favorite girl. She smirked at your desperation beginning to show, and only stopped you as her hands tightly held you still. “What did I say? Focus on the movie.”

“But I-“

The sound of the front door alerted you two and stopped you from continuing. Both you and Wanda turned to the direction of it, only to hear the familiar noise of your father barging in. Panicking, you tried to lift yourself up. However, Wanda had other plans as she kept her hold on you, giving you a look of authority to keep you from moving. Despite his unexpected return, Wanda was awfully calm, like she didn’t even care if you’d get caught getting fucked by his wife.

The footsteps were getting closer, making you sweat nervously as you stared between Wanda and where the hallway met the living room.

“Hey, is Wanda here?” Your father asked, seeing your head positioned slightly above the headrest of the armchair once he came into view. Considering the size of the chair and the way it was positioned, you guessed that Wanda wasn’t visible in his perspective. You turned your body a bit and moved your head to where the back of the chair didn’t block your eyes, resting an elbow on the armrest as you looked behind at him.

“I-“ you felt a small yet effective upward movement of Wanda’s hips that caused you to bite your lip hard, causing it to slowly bleed out. Any feeling of her moving inside your sensitive walls made you see stars. Your father looked at you, confused at the sudden pause. Wanda held a smug look on her face as her hands were on your waist, and noticing how you weren’t responding quick enough, she dug her nails into your skin. The action made you surprised and stutter out an answer to him, trying your best to ignore the pain and pleasure that came from the woman underneath you. “S-She’s probably out buying groceries.”

He only responded with a silent nod, no longer looking at you and focusing on searching for something from his pocket. Confused on why he was even home at this time, you asked “What are you doing here anyway? S-Shouldn’t you be at work..?”

Your father still wasn’t looking at you as he patted down his jacket. “Uh yeah I got off work early… but I think I have to go back. I forgot my wallet,”he said, sighing loudly as he didn’t find it anywhere.

“You should probably go then…” you said, a noticeable quiver in your voice. Wanda still kept thrusting gently into you, the entire thing going in and out. You looked down at her face for second which showed a pleasured and teasing look as her eyes zeroed in on how you were taking it. Your lip was also still trapped between your teeth, and you tasted metal off the tip of your tongue.

“Alright, I’ll be back later then. Make sure Wanda starts dinner, I’m starving.”

That last comment made Wanda thrust inside your cunt brutally. A whimper escaped as you immediately put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed it hard enough to make her stop. Her face then showed irritation and annoyance, staring off to the side. Luckily your father’s ears seemed to lack hearing, something you noticed as he hadn’t questioned the screaming coming from your room every night at all. He quickly left the house, leaving you stuck on top of his wife who he aggravated.

Out of nowhere, she brought her hands down to your ass, lifting you up from her strap. As you shakily stood, it allowed Wanda to drag you to the longer couch, pushing you down on it so you laid and faced upward. She took the hem of your shirt before pulling it off you in a careless manner.

“God, I’m so fucking sick of him…” she said, her voice deep and raspy as her eyes happened to have darken. Her hand took the toy and positioned it back to your pussy, only this time pushing in swiftly and roughly. You cried out and winced at the feeling of being stretched again, gripping onto the soft cushions underneath you. Wanda set off a fast pace and slammed into you without any remorse.

“W-Wanda slow down- please,” you begged, tears beginning to form once again. Wanda only ignored the plea, holding up your thighs from underneath and pushing them up against your chest to get better access. Your mouth fell open, moans spilling as the pain quickly faded into something pleasurable. You shut your eyes, letting Wanda take all her frustrations out on you now. Your orgasm was soon just seconds away, already built up from warming her cock earlier.

“There you go, cum for mommy,” she said, panting heavily as she continued the forceful thrusts and felt your walls tightening around the strap. Once her words registered, you came and let out noises you didn’t even know were possible out of your mouth. Wanda fucked you through it, letting you ride out your orgasm, but not letting up and making you build up to a second. You cried out again for her to stop, reaching out with one hand to push against her pelvis in attempt.

“Shh… you can take it,” she spoke, smiling sadistically down at you as tears kept falling. You shook your head no repeatedly and vigorously. Your noises and crying didn’t stop either, so to silence it, Wanda took two fingers and shoved them into your already gaping mouth, shutting you up. “Uh huh… so much better when you’re quiet and letting me have my way.”

You whined around her fingers, causing her to only push them deeper and making you gag. Finding it hot, she kept pushing her fingers back in and out, loving the way you choked on her thin yet long digits. It followed a similar pace as her hips, and this time she was pounding you into the couch. “Fuck, you love it when I stuff your holes like this huh? Filled up with all of me?”

Lost in your mind, you now nodded desperately feeling her beginning to hit your g spot over and over again. Drool leaked around Wanda’s fingers and your mouth, following the tears that layered your cheeks. She was feral at the sight of that and it only pushed her to fuck into you deeper and harder. Now coming closer to another orgasm, you whimpered aloud and gripped the wrist of Wanda’s hand that was near your mouth.

Your body shook tremendously once your climax hits you hard, more than the first. Wanda’s fingers left your mouth, a string of saliva following. And her movements continued, but a lot slower thankfully. Still, the overstimulation was overwhelming. “M-Mommy too much, I can’t…” you helplessly said as your voice was shriveled and weak. She had a small upward curve of her lips due to your adorableness from the aftershocks of an orgasm, then soon coming to a halt. She slowly pulled out, watching your pussy leave a mess as it leaked onto the couch.

Fighting the urge to just put her cock back in and fuck you stupid again, she breathed out heavily and took the strap off. Wanda leaned down to give you a kiss, a meaningful one as it lasted longer than most. “You’re so perfect baby… did so good for me. I’m so proud of you.” She whispered against your ear once you sat up slowly and against her chest with her help. It was already sore in different parts of your body, but especially your abused center and bruised thigh. Wanda wiped off the wet spots on your face, softly cradling the back of your head. “You okay?”

“Mhm…” you hummed in response, nodding slowly. She smiled cutely at you, now no longer thinking of anything else. She placed light feather kisses all around your face, causing you to also smile at her adoring aftercare.

“Good,” she said softly as her fingers ran through your hair. Her other arm wrapped around your body, pulling you into her more once she leaned back on the couch. Your head laid peacefully against her within this moment of silence. You then looked up from her neck to see her already looking down at you with a blush on her face along with her eyebrows knitted together forming small wrinkles between. It was like she wanted to tell you something, and knowing her, it was, because she always looked at you with that same expression when she felt vulnerable around you.

“I love you.”

The words that came from her mouth weren’t exactly unanticipated but you were still surprised. Butterflies erupted in your stomach and your face became a darker shade as well, matching the warm cheeks that Wanda had. She looked at you nervously as you took time to respond, not sure if it was too soon after the session.

“I love you too,” you replied, gazing up at her lovingly. She raised her eyebrows in surprise at your response, the overthinking and insecurities preventing her from expecting the answer she wished for. A grin grew on her face once she saw your cute expression. She cupped your face, pulling you into another deep kiss.

“I wish I met you sooner,” she whispered between kisses, thinking about how different it could’ve been without your father in the picture. You smiled, yet inwardly frowned at her words, finding them true as they proved the reality you created in your head false. That maybe you weren’t able to keep whatever this relationship was up in spite of the love you shared.

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author's note. sorry for the slight delay!!! i hopeu all enjoy it tho<3 thank u so sooo mcuh @slytherinshua for the banner (again)<3333333333

summary. jihoon is curious about you, especially your music taste and this... somehow leads to your first kiss with him

word count. 1233

genre. music major!jihoon (and also undercover artist, woozi) x psychology major!yn

jihoon felt like a fool.

a complete, love struck fool.

he didn’t know what you did to him but – how did wonwoo phrase it? he was down bad for you – he was whipped.

ever since bumping into you in the library, which was quite embarrassing by the way, he just couldn’t get his mind off you. luckily for him, he gained some courage to talk to you and exchange socials.

you were in a talking stage, getting to know each other. like, for example your name, sign, major – so on, so forth. he was completely smitten to find out that you’re a psychology student but then again, you seemed amazed when he told you he’s majoring in music.

despite all this knowledge he still yearned to know more. your music taste, favorite drink, the name of your first hamster that you had in childhood– despite how creepy it sounded, it was the effect you had on him.

naturally, you wanted to know more about him too.

hence you’re here now, in his studio.

“do you want something to drink? vodka? tequilla? i mean, other drinks are okay too. ice with water?” jihoon asked, opening his mini fridge and trying to ignore the feeling of blood rushing to his ears. he’s such an idiot. ice with water? really, jihoon?

“water is fine” you grinned, looking around the room.

you were curious about the studio, it’s where the magic happens after all. apparently he didn’t let people in… except his friends. even with them he made some exceptions – like soonyoung, who once snuck in while he was drunk and made a song about a tiger…? you remember this story, he told you it on one of your first meetings (dates?).

“it all looks so expensive” you sighed, scared to even touch anything. jihoon must have noticed it because he broke a smile.

“well… music equipment usually is quite pricey. but feel free to try something, i’ll guide you. guitar, keyboard, saxophone… even the mixing board” he hummed and handed you the glass of water.

“oh really? i always wanted to try the silly machine” you pointed at the sound mixer, recalling a video you saw on tiktok how the grey keys lit up upon touching.

“here you go, then” jihoon grinned and pulled your chair closer to it, causing you to giggle. then, he pulled another chair for him and sat down.

he turned it on and put you glass away, ebony irises looking at you with excitement.

“so do i just…?” you asked and shyly tapped one of the tiles, it making a sound and lighting up with a pink light.

jihoon watched you good around with it, creating a silly melody and being rather amused by the colors than the music itself. his heart was thumping against his chest, weirdly liking it. he was anxious that he’d feel somehow stressed and somehow angry upon seeing you touch his instruments. he always did when someone came over. but with you… why was he so carefree?

“i have no idea how you do it, that just sounded like cocomelon intro” a laugh escaped your lips and jihoon joined you. oh, he loved the sound of your laughter.

“let me play some music, wait” jihoon stood up and grabbed his phone from the pocket of his sweats.

you admired him, observing his silhouette. he really fitted perfectly into this space, you could see he’s feeling himself because he’s surrounded by things he loves.

and he let you in that safe space of his.

this caused your heart to skip, trying to convince yourself it’s nothing. that he takes every girl here sooner or later, lets her play his instruments–

“everytime you look at me like that i wonder if you’re having flashbacks of your psychology textbooks, you know? and then you’re like… ‘ah yeah, he fits that description perfectly’” he giggled and you scoffed, shaking your head.

“you know, sometimes i can’t help but consider all the… small signs… but i don’t diagnose you!” you joked but saw his eyes widen. oh.

“small signs?” he asked, a bit of panic in his voice. great, now you freaked him out.

“like… you’re a workaholic but that’s no surprise, right?” you tried to ease the situation and it seemed that it worked.

“yeah, yeah” he nodded, a small smile blooming on his lips.

once again you looked around the room, eyes taking in every detail.

“wait, actually… do you want to play some music? i’m curious what you listen to” he asked and handed you the aux with a boyish smile.

“don’t judge me though… i’m already feeling kinda stupid” you laughed and scrolled through your playlist, jihoon looking over your arm.

you decided to play one of your cozy mixes on shuffle and turned around to peek at him.

“you… um, you know woozi?” jihoon asked, a tiny of nervousness in his voice.

“oh, yeah! jun recommend him to me! he’s so good, honestly. i kinda wish he had more music because i feel like i know every song by heart right now” you giggled and saw his eyes widen “what? you don’t like him?”

“wha… i… actually…” jihoon stuttered, mind racing like a wild horse galloping through the fields. why did jun tell you? no… he knew the answer to that – jun knew jihoon has a crush on you. what an asshole.

but… what to do now? how didn’t you figure out that woozi is him? should he confess? or should he thank you? or… maybe he should deny that he doesn’t know him.

“you kinda sound like him now that i think about it” you hummed, scanning his face.

“are you playing some psychological games with me right now?” jihoon asked, cracking a smile and finally sitting down next to you.

“no, why would i?” a frown appeared on your features. jihoon took it as a sign that you’re really clueless. taking a deep sigh, he pointed at one of the diplomas (or what you thought they were).

“i’m… woozi”

your mouth fell agape as you scanned the paper on the wall, secured safely in a ruby frame.

“and i’ll admit, you have a nice taste in music” he added, observing you. why was he kind of… excited by your reaction? the fact that you liked his music was another thing, making his heart go crazy.

“are you serious?” you asked in disbelief and your eyes shifted to meet his ebony ones.

“i’m in your playlist. come at me, gir” jihoon laughed and opened his arms in a cocky manner.

“so… woah. that’s crazy. i have a question though” you grinned, cocking an eyebrow at him. woozi’s mischievous spark in the eye told you to be straightforward “about who is ‘ruby’ about?”

no words were exchanged but the look he gave you was like an electric spark between you two. maybe hence the next thing he did, powered by an impulse, was standing up.

“can i kiss you?” he asked and you nodded vigorously, shame flying out of the window.

if it wasn’t said, the kiss definitely translated it into words: ‘ruby’ was about you. everything was about you, including his feelings.

his plush lips felt heavenly against yours, soft music playing in the background as his warm hands cupped your cheeks.

who knew that revealing your playlist to him would lead to your first kiss.

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Heyyy Can you write smth cutesie abt picking hamzah up after he gets too overwhelmed at comic con. I couldn’t stop thinking abt it the whole time watching it was rly funny😭😭😭 Please and Thank you

HIII YESS, no because when I was watching the video and I literally started getting anxious because of how overwhelmed he was. I paused the video😭. But anyways thanks for requesting and I hope you enjoyyy!!💗

Hamzah calls you to come pick him up from comic con because they were done shooting the video for slushynoobz. You get in your car and head over, you arrive and he gets in the car. The first couple mins were quiet, “ So how did it go?, did you like it?”. “ uh it was good there were so sooo many people on one of the floors it was actually crazy, we had to sit down for literally half of it” You look over at him and he was holding something.

“ What did you buy?” He looks down and starts bursting out laughing as he shows you, my little pony oven mitts. “ Hamzahhh” you say laughing. “ Waitttt, okay me and Martin were passing by and there was just like a huge ass stack and we were like what’s this, and we started talking shit and the lady was like oh they’re home made, they’re home made like 5 times, and idk what came over me and I just bought them.”

“ They’re kindaaa cute” you say looking at them. “ I wasted like 30 dollarssss, I saved 5 dollars tho, we bargained with the lady ” he says smiling. “ 30 dollars is actually crazy, but they’re homemade remember”. “ Stoppp, oh my god and someone called Martin the skinniest Spiderman they’ve ever seennn”. You laugh , “ that’s so meann”.

“Babe I swear I was looking at some people and I literally wanted to gag so bad I don’t even know why”. He continues talking then he goes silent, just staring at you,“ What’s wrong” “ You’re so pretty you’re glowingggg” he says admiring you. You turn and smile at him. “Even on shrooms, you’re the prettiest girl I’ve seen”

For the rest of the drive he continues talking, pointing at random signs, and telling you what he’s seeing. You guys arrive, parking into you’re apartment complex, “ Yea and Martin went over and asked him for a hug and I was like boy he don’t want no dam hug from youu, the guy looked so scared I recorded it.” You both laugh so hard, “ Okay we’re here let’s go” “ Huh, I swear the car was still moving”

You guys enter the apartment, and Hamzah changes then plops down on the couch. “ Do you wanna eat something orrr” “ No I’m okay I’ll eat later” “ Okay” you walk over and sit next to him, “ Want to watch something” you look over at him as he sits with his head back eyes closed, “ uhhh yea,” he opens his eyes and turns looking at you. He smiles and leans over to kiss you. He then positions himself, laying on your chest. “ Do you wanna watch Arcaneee??” You say in an excited tone.“ Yesssss” he says smiling.

You and Hamzah lay on the couch as you rub his back. And he keeps pointing out random stuff from the show that he’s never noticed, “ wait was that always there I swear it wasn’t”. 30 minutes pass by and while laying down, you feel his stomach growl. “ Babe are you sure you’re not hungry?” “ No” “ I literally felt you’re stomach growl right now, ima go make you something” you try getting up. Hamzah holds onto you harder while making himself heavier, “ I’m not hungry, don’t leave” he says muffled because his face is buried in your chest. “ I’ll take like 20 mins and I’ll be right back, I’m literally right here next to you in the kitchen”. “ No”. “ Okay then come with me”

Eventually Hamzah agrees and comes with you to the kitchen. You end up making him a sandwich. While making it Hamzah is just hugging you from behind, watching. “ Are you sure the mayo’s not expired, it’s kinda a weird color” “ No it’s not, trust me”. You finish and go back on the couch. Hamzah sits back down and eats his sandwich. He then goes on a whole rant how Martin didn’t want to finish watching Arcane and he’s missing out. Then he starts talking about the slushies, “ I hope they actually enjoy the video, I feel like we looked so dumb” he laughs. “ Nooo, they’ll enjoy it dont worry”. Eventually he starts getting tired so he starts quieting down and ends up falling asleep.

I hope this isn’t horrible 😭.

[genshin-obsessed]

Illusion | Lyney x Reader

My friend and I were talking and it's about time for some angst anyway sooo ^w^ here we are.

Summary: His love for you is endless, boundless, and terrifying, so he created an illusion to cope with it. Word count: 876 warning: angst

Lyney was the master of illusion, he and his sister Lynette could fool anyone and everyone, save for those in their circle. Lyney's tricks were based on distracting and sleight of hand. He'd practiced it over and over in the years he'd been a magician but there was one trick he just couldn't perfect.

Making his feelings for you disappear.

Lyney hadn't actually known you for all that long, maybe just over a year or so. Yet, his heart pounded in his chest whenever he saw you. He shivered whenever you laughed, and he smiled whenever you touched him. So, what did Lyney do? He flirted because it was fun.

He loved watching your face get flustered when he threw out cute pickup lines or just complimented you. There was this rush of excitement he felt whenever you looked away shyly, your cheeks slightly red, and a soft smile on your lips. He didn't think it could be this addicting and there was a very good reason for that. Lyney had never been in love before, so he didn't realize how easily someone could develop feelings for another.

But one day he realized he maybe went too far when you asked him if he was attracted to you. Lyney just froze up. The thought seemed so sweet and attractive but there was something that made it all come crashing down. His background as a fatui. Lyney wasn't a bad guy, but that didn't mean he was safe to be around all the time. He and his siblings took on all sorts of troublesome tasks that sometimes came back to haunt them. He could never possibly put you in harm's way.

So there was a new problem- aside from these growing feelings. You seemed... interested. Lyney was no master of love, but he could pick up a few signs and interpret them. But he couldn't do it. He never outright admitted he was attracted to you. Whenever you asked, he'd just laugh and change the subject or just give you a wink and say it was a secret.

Truth be told, Lyney never admitted it- not even to himself late at night when he was completely alone. The idea of admitting he was so in love with someone that they could tell him to do anything and he just might was paralyzing. With every passing interaction, Lyney would feel his heart squeeze in pain if you experienced any sort of discomfort. Why couldn't someone as perfect and pure as you just be happy? He wasn't about to go insane and start stabbing people, no way, but whoever upset you was someone he just found himself disliking.

~**~

Lyney rolled over in his bed, his eyes shifting over to the window not too far away. He couldn't sleep. It was late at night and he was plagued with thoughts of you. Sitting up, he rubbed his face before looking down at his blanket. It was happening again... you were in his head.

Lyney had seen you earlier today and you looked so beautiful. The way you styled your hair, the clothes you wore, how the color suited you, just... it was nice to witness. Even if it was hours ago, your smile and laughter were replaying in his mind over and over. He could still recall your flushed cheeks and the shy movements of your gaze that would flicker away then back at him.

A pale hand pressed against his chest, feeling his beating heart. It was pounding and even though you weren't here, Lyney felt... anxious. He missed you and if he was being honest for once, he wanted to see you.

Throwing the covers off, he stood up, feeling the cold floor beneath his feet almost grounding him. He walked toward the window and pushed the curtains aside before opening it up, sighing at the breeze that ruffled his hair. There was his dilemma, the reason he chose to lie to everyone. He was fatui, he was dangerous and you were something he knew he couldn't have. That was probably the worst... knowing you were actually single and interested gave him the hope that he craved. But when the scenarios of you being in danger flashed in his mind, he panicked. He burned any traces of hope that would bloom.

One mistake and you could be taken away. Just that easily.

"You're going crazy, Lyney..." he muttered to himself as he looked down at the street in front of him. It was empty, devoid of any life whatsoever. Yet Lyney's tired eyes that seemed to get glossier by the second held plenty of life. "You're completely losing it."

No matter how hard Lyney tried, he couldn't possibly ignore his feelings for you. He could only pretend for so long. With every passing day, whether he saw you or not, his veil began to fall. The illusion he set up for himself was slowly dissipating and the harsh reality of how much he loved and cared for you was showing. It scared him. It scared him so much that he desperately tried to pick up the pieces to rebuild his lies.

Lyney could lie to the world all he wanted, but he couldn't lie to himself. Not anymore.

[malum-forev]

Reputation: Endgame

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Summary: Bucky is sooo Reputation coded so, here's Endgame by Taylor Swift (Bucky's Version)

Previous: ...Ready For It?

The quinjet was quiet, nothing more than the constant sound of the engine. Neither you nor Bucky hadn’t spoken a word since you left the country you were hiding in but, it didn’t feel awkward. 

You’d heard he was a man of a few words and you were used to being in silence. Since fleeing the Red Room, you’d been traveling alone. Solo travel takes a whole new meaning when you’re hiding from the world and from your past. 

“You’re a hard person to find.” Bucky broke the silence. 

“I know.” Your simple response made Bucky scoff. He was mid eyeroll when you turned to him. “Is there a problem?”

He shook his head. “Not a problem, just a- let’s call it a full circle moment.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Your jaw slacked. 

“Most of the times when I get mission reports, the target is very vague. Hair color, ethnicity, age range, a picture if I’m lucky but with you, I got a full manuscript. Off the record obviously because there is no actual record of you anywhere.” A whisper of a smug smile hovered over Bucky’s lips. “I don’t usually pay attention to what is written of people because it’s usually bullshit but with you, they’ve got you down to a T.”

 Bucky has the audacity to shrug his shoulders! Like it was the most casual thing ever. The man you met barely an hour ago, who by the way has the worst reputation ever, thinks he can read you like a book.

“Is that right?” Your molars grinded together. “What did they warn you about?”

“Egocentric, narcissistic, selfish,”

Bucky was ready to keep spilling more kind words about you but you interrupted. “Glad to know Natasha thinks highly of me.”

“Just to name a few.” Bucky’s eyes were set forward, the right side of his lips curved upwards. “Big reputation.”

Now you scoffed. “You and me, buddy. We got big reputations.” 

His playful expression hardened, like you had poked a side of him that immediately lifted the iron gates. 

“Now’s not the time to get serious. You heard all of my worst qualities and you still decided to come on this rescue mission. You have to be a special kind of messed up to do that.” You laughed. “You heard about me so, you know I’ve got some big enemies but I know you’re on the same boat as myself.”

Your light tone was chipping away at the ice. He’d frozen, no pun intended, that part of himself a long time ago. When he was ‘normal’ (a term Dr. Raynor had told him time and time again he shouldn’t use) he loved to banter. It was his preferred method of flirtation and just conversation in general. But now, he truly felt like a fish out of water. The times had completely changed and he felt like sometimes he had to process information on a first-generation computer when the people around him were living in a world he’d only seen on TV. 

“If only the people who are out to get us knew we were in the same plane,” Bucky said. “We’d be a big conversation.”

The plane fell silent again, the comfortable void caressed your shoulders. Like a whisper of something you’d never felt before suddenly became familiar. 

“It’s not true, you know.” Bucky cleared his throat. “What they say about me. Most of what they say I did isn’t true. My reputation, it doesn’t precede me.” 

“Well, I heard you once took down a whole Hydra base with only one gun and a couple of knives.” You nudged on. “And that was after the Winter Soldier.” 

“I actually did that with only knives.” He turned to look at you with a smile. 

You don’t think you’ve ever seen anyone look more beautiful smiling. He tugged his lower lips in between his pearly whites and the sides of his eyes crinkled. He threw his head back and a bubbling laughter invaded his body. It was a little bit hoarse, like he was out of practice. 

How long had it been since he’d laughed? You wondered.

 “That’s not true.” He said once he came back, shaking his head. “The media loves to twist the narrative. They needed a bad boy on the team and I just happened to be the closest thing they could find.”

You bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing because never in your whole life did you think you would hear The Winter Soldier refer to himself as a ‘bad boy’.

“That’s what they like.” He shrugged his shoulders. 

Your eyes roamed his body. From his short brunet hair to his beautiful blue eyes that shone like the night sky you saw in the windshield. Down to his short scruffy beard that made you want to run your hands against it. Feel the rough texture, touch him. To his muscular arms, you could see the definition through his thin shirt, the sleeves had been bunched up near his elbow revealing his forearms. Veiny and thick making you want to-

You snapped your head forward, forcing yourself to concentrate on the sky in front of you. You cannot think about him like this. This is just a mission. Nothing more. That means no touching an no thinking because those two things only lead to missing him, hurting him, or worse, becoming another ex-love. 

You’re not trying to play, you’re trying to get to Natasha and work. 

Your cold shift made Bucky rethink your entire conversation. Had he said something to upset you? Did he go over the line? Were his thoughts true or are they his past issues coming back? He’s got chips on both his shoulders and it shows. There he goes again with the negative self-talk. 

Sometimes Bucky wished he could shut his brain off, find the master switch and go to bed. Some days it was easier to manage than others and he’d found a way to ignore it, it was easier this way. But the days where it was harder to ease, those were true battles. His flaws, paranoia and insecurities lurked in the back of his mind like monsters in the closet. 

He’s made mistakes and made some very bad choices, that’s hard to deny but sometimes he wishes he could just forget. But with a reputation as big as his, it’s hard to get a clean slate.

The quinjet started its descent into the Avengers compound, the white building in your sights. As you got closer the plane felt bumpier, the wind was not in your favor and the landing was getting complicated. You snaked your hand on the center console at the same time as Bucky, effectively placing your hands on top of his. You felt a sudden jolt of energy that eased your nerves as your skin touched his but it was taken away far too soon. 

Your throat felt dry and you tried to push any sign of nervousness deep into that rarely visited vault in your brain. You tried to forget the feeling but you couldn’t. 

You went through a dark cloud and the rest of the landing was smooth. Your body ached from the long flight and the only thing you wanted was to get off. It had nothing to do with you wanting to get as far away from Bucky as you could, nothing to do with the strange reaction your body had to him. 

Bucky lead you through the compound, the tall walls and windows made you feel more isolated than ever. Sure, you’d been alone for a long time but here it felt like the loneliness seeped into your bones. 

“You’re safe here.” Bucky said, just above a whisper, leading you down a long corridor into the kitchen. “You don’t need to feel scared.”

You opened your mouth to respond but nothing came out. 

Bucky opened the refrigerator and pulled something out, taking it to the microwave. Bucky rested both of his hands on the edge of the kitchen island. 

“I don’t feel scared.” You finally got out, straightening your back. 

Bucky’s blue eyes softened. “I’m just saying it’s okay if you do. I know I felt that way when I got here. When you’re on the run, you’ve got nothing to lose. You’re used to the feeling of independence but here, you feel watched. Scrutinized.”

Your eyes widened at his words. Did he have the ability to look into your soul? It was the only possible answer. He was calling your bluff on all your usual tricks like it was nothing. 

You bit your bottom lip, debating whether you should open yourself to him, you were sure it had turned deep red now. 

“I usually am always the first to know everything. I always know what happens next and I plan for everything. Even when missions are over and I’ve buried hatchets, I keep maps of where I put them just in case.” You said with a laugh to try and mask the truth you spoke. “But this, Nat sending you to find me, I never expected this. I just- don’t know what happens next.” 

“I guess your reputation precedes you.” Bucky said with a smile, taking the food out of the microwave. Your nostrils flooded with the delicious scent of your favorite meal. He pushed the container towards you, slapping on a post it note from Natasha. Welcome home. It said. “They told me you’re crazy.”

A true smile ripped through you.

“I swear I don’t love the drama.” You promised. “It loves me.”

The two of you ate directly from the container, too exhausted to take plates out. Conversation died down and the silence came back. Only a few hums here and there and some stolen glances. His eyes were like liquor, tempting you and his body like gold, wanting to bring you in. You focused back on your food, wanting to erase the handprint he left on your soul from the second you saw him first, only a few hours ago. 

Author's Note: Hi hiiii I hope you guys like this second part!! If you do, you know the drill, please comment reblog and like! As always my asks are always open &lt;3

tagged: @kpopgirlbtssvt @shara-ne @namelesssaviour

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[gallusrostromegalus]

What are Loly and Menoly gonna be like? In the anime&manga they didn't seem to do much besides beating Orihime up and then getting beaten in turn.

Well, until last week I did not know they had canonical names, and I cannot reliably spell "melony" so in the fic they've been renamed Cici (the black haired one with pigtails) and Vivi (the blonde with the pixie cut) , which is much cuter and fits with Aizen's weird double letter thing.

In the fic, they're aware that working for Ulquiorra is UGH, like- so lame. I mean he's kinda cute in a wet kitten sorta way but then he opens his mouth and says the dumbest shit you've ever heard in you life and you also live with Grimmjow so that's a low bar but there he goes, whining about emotions again. Like- we have, like? Prozac? Gin specifically brought you prozac from the human world boss. For you. Specifically. Complaining about being sad and then refusing to do anything about it is like, turbo-lame, you know?

(I may have also given them valley girl accents.)

But anyway, Hime-chan is like, SO COOL. She smuggled like, a ton of stuff in from the human world without Aizen noticing! ...And like half her closet but it was like? Subterfuge? Aizen got sooooo distracted by her wearing like twenty layers of clothes it totally never occurred to him that she might have stuff in the pockets so she brought all kinds of like, candy and nail polish- look how sparkly it is!! Okay, she did also bring her homework and she's kind of a dork but like? That's part of like? The charm? She's so earnest it's kinda sweet and you feel bad, you know?

Anyway, she's totes generous too! Like once she worked out that she wasn't gonna freeze to death, she said that if there was anything we liked we could like, totally have it? And she's sooo smart about like, color-matching- I'm a winter, but Vivi is totally an autumn, and there's a trick to picking out the right pinks and OH-EM-GEE! She totally knows how to tailor clothes too because uh- she's a little overburdened in the chesticular department, you know? Yeah, you know- Anyway, that's where this wicked cool outfit came from!

So like anyway, the thing I came down here for is that Hime-chan is also like, SUPER-GREAT at cooking which is really awesome because the only other person here who knows how to cook is Mr. Tousen and as you know the culinary situation is DIRE- Vivi says that yesterday, she saw Gin just like. Unhinge his jaw and swallow a raw chicken whole. He. Didn't. Even. Take. The. Feathers. Off. And worse? Last week I saw Aizen eating slices of white bread with nothing but mayonnaise.

They weren't even toasted.

So like, understandably, Mr. Tousen is like, MEGA-DEPRESSED and stopped eating which is super-sad so Hime-chan is gonna throw like, a kitchen party to see if we can get him to eat and then she was like- "we should totally invite the other girls!" Because I guess that's what humans are like, but she's really sweet and and she's so smart and she's gonna make like- what did she call them? Oh yeah! Guava-and-bleu cheese macarons! I don't know what they actually like, are? But it'll be good! C'mon it's gonna be cool and fun and there's gonna be a guava please say you'll come?

Tier Harribel, who has been doing an excellent impression of a granite cliff face this whole conversation: ...

Cici: *^*

Tier: ...okay.

Cici: OHEMGEEEEEEYYYAAAY! THIS IS GONNA BE SO MUCH FUN THANK YOU OKAY I'LL SEE YOU AT LIKE SIXISH? BYEEE!

Franceska: ...dude, what?

Tier: I have no idea, but I am extremely bored and actually borderline curious about this 'guava' thing.

[gnashingwailing]

@fireflywritesgt LOVINGLY WRITING MY UNHINGED CH23 THOUGHTS AND THEN BURYING THEM UNDER A READMORE. I felt such overwhelming hype when I saw we got 2 chapters in 1 day I truly was ready to throw my phone out the fucking window. TOO MUCH JOY FOR ONE LITTLE GNASH... I hadn't even finished processing ch21......

first off pov Joe when he goes to Calloway's to pick up his cute new tailored fit in 3 days

soooo right from the jump. hey.

"“…’cause he’s way better off than I am, it’ll make it harder for me to leave him or something. That he’s luring me in. I mean—” Joe laughed nervously as he steeled himself in preparation for how the captain would react to his next statement “—if it were a giant treating me the way he treats me, everyone would call me a pet.”

“Well of course they would, Joe. That’s because giants are evil.” The captain said matter-of-factly.

He may as well have poked Joe squarely in the eye. Nonetheless, the bartender continued."

hey. UM. Joe you beautiful idiot who canonically has bad luck and, presumably from reading this very chapter, a terrible poker face. Maybe you should have said. Any Other Thing? GODDD in my heart he's definitely sooo overconfident and drunk like wow I am so smooth :) nobody suspects a thing :) while Calloway is having a conversation with him like uh... just saying, but you know, none of us could stop you from. for example. idk. becoming a giant's pet. we wouldn't like that but it's just a random thing that came to mind just now, unrelated to the really tall really wealthy really powerful guy who is afraid of taking advantage of you by luring you in and giving you things like a giant would and maybe isn't treating you like a person. And you're afraid you shouldn't want it. Like BRO IT IS SO OVER FOR YOU even without Harry literally calling Joe's name 3+ times in the dead silence 😭😭😭😭 And presumably Harry having been waiting around there for a while to see Joe! Loitering in a way we know tinies are on guard about since they all noticed that snatcher back in Ch13!

They're idiots ur honor, so true, but it's all worth it to see Joe get rescued and swoon like a damsel ... I definitely wonder if Calloway observed any of that, and what he might think about it if so. >:) May or may not have been daydreaming and writing bits about how horrifying it would be to give your surrogate kid all this well-meaning advice, see him nearly slip to his death, and while you're hurrying down to try and help him, watching him call out to a walking nightmare for help and then get whisked away by it

I have a pet theory that everything we've seen from Calloway so far has been pretty heavily colored by it being from Joe's perspective when he's having a bad day, and maybe he will be more understanding than we think? Objectively, I didn't think he was being very rude or anything back in Ch 13, when he was speculating on Joe's love life. It rankled Joe, which is understandable, but he 1) he's happy that Joe looks good, 2) he doesn't let Gutters or O'Grady rag on Joe too hard and 3) he just generally seems like an interested father figure would about his kid's love life:

"“Oh, lay off him, Tim. It’s a good borrowing year!” Captain Calloway cut in. “We all have ‘em, we all enjoy ‘em, we all cry ourselves to sleep when they’re over.”

Relief washed over Joe like the warm water in Harry’s sink.

“Though I gotta say…” The captain gave a wry smile as he continued. “…it could just as easily be someone else’s good borrowing year if ya’ catch my drift. Could be he’s got a little sweetheart looking after him. A brick of pure chocolate? That’s practically a dowry."”

Although I may be wrong here, since Ch 21's incident at Tiny Town with the Italian mob that saved him gives us the insight that "[for] the first time in Joe’s entire existence at that, Joe understood what it was like to have a real father." So maybe Calloway is not that nurturing to Joe and not much of a caring dad -- as @remordsposthume's tags so wisely point out:

WTF WAS HE DOING LETTING HIM LEAVE THE BAR LMAO. Calloway's Den of Drunkards confirmed for an "everybody drive home drunk. it's not my problem" bar??? Everyone is processing TAoLaW thru their own cultural lens and. in that spirit. lmfao. I must say. Calloway reminds me of the libertarian redneck dads I've known who just let their kids do whatever. If he was a giant I think he'd let his kids ride ATVs thru the woods drunk. Most probably he would also be ridin around drunk with them. "If you die it's your own damn fault" being his motto is too on the nose LOL. Huge farm dad "I LOVE MY SONS. ONLY HALF OF THEM WILL SURVIVE TO ADULTHOOD BUT I DO LOVE THEM" energy. To Me.

(Btw Harry & Joe processing their parental issues together WHEN <3)

BUT ANYWAY YEAH EVEN IF CALLOWAY WAS THE MOST UNOBSERVANT GUY IN THE WORLD RE: THAT SUSPICIOUS CONVERSATION? YOU WERE LITERALLY BOTH SCREAMING EACH OTHERS' NAMES LIKE LOVESICK ROMANCE PROTAGONISTS RIGHT UNDER THE DREDGE THAT'S STILL PROBABLY GOT AT LEAST SOME NIGHT MARKET CUSTOMERS? HELLO?? @94444 we are on the same wavelength rn

AND MORE ABOUT CALLOWAY... I am very heartened by how you mentioned once, Warren, that you planned to give each character real depth and treat them with sincerity. I feel very interested about when that time will be for Calloway! We know that he takes in kids (or at least O'Grady and Joe scratch that. tag lore be upon me) and teaches them how to sell trinkets. We know that he hates giants. We know he's been horribly injured in a way that led to him losing a hand, an eye, and possibly teeth. Knowing what we do about the risks of being a borrower, and how casually cruel giants are to them, it's not unlikely those last 2 things are related. I'M TAKING YOUR TAGS AND RUNNING AWAY WITH THEM LIKE A DOG W SOMETHING IN ITS MOUTH.

So Calloway knew them for several years as vulnerable kids... then lost them for a year or so... then got them back after they escaped the watchmaker's? I will be interested to see if that trauma means he's more protective of them, or uh, still more drunk libertarian dad about them. Lmao. He seemed like he cared about Joe getting into Tiny Town way back in Ch3 tho at least! (as an aside... interested in who Gutters is, too. He SEEMS to be older than Joe/Tim, but he could also still be a Calloway Kid himself... he seems to defer to Calloway... and/or he could just be some guy embittered about giant/tiny relations. which. fair, brother.)

If the broader Tiny Town culture (such as it is... would word get around about this incident with Joe and Harry, or does news just not travel that well amongst lots of secluded borrower communities? much to consider. it makes sense in a dark way why you would physically mark somebody who's transgressed against society's cardinal rule, in a culture where you cannot generally spread information effectively) would reject Joe for his proclivities... will Calloway, too? Or is it Joe's anxiety making him think that? I'm afraid we already know how Tim would feel. Other than him, Calloway is the person who Joe seems most connected to in miniature society... Although Harry's worry about Joe not spending enough time around his fellow miniatures in Ch22 is at least partially motivated by his own guilt-trip, I think he has a bit of a point! I hope Joe doesn't lose touch with everyone -- or if he does, I hope there will be new friends out there for him, too, who are more understanding.

(LORRAINE WHEN)

Now Calloway aside, OBVIOUSLY THE ENDING OF THIS CHAPTER HAD ME HOOTIN AND HOLLERIN.

“Joe… can we go back to the big, sexy giant part for a second?” <- LIT'RALLY me rereading this chapter 800 times

A snapping turtle is a fantastic little horror for poor Joe to face, woof. Those fuckers are scary enough when ur height is measured in feet. The quick way they snap is no joke. Just want to 👏👏👏👏 about how good this passage is: The turtle’s maw emerged from the waters of the lake like the gaping mouth of some ancient monster that fed on the souls of sailors. The grimy lakewater rushed over its beady little eyes as its beak, sharp as a dagger, flew towards Joe faster than a gunshot. YEAH.

It just!! makes my little heart sooooo happy to see that Joe does have someone who will unconditionally look out for him...!!! Harry has his issues, and they're still learning how to open up about themselves, but he consistently shows up!! :') the thought of him waiting for his man all night ... hoping the dredge would be the place Joe meant ... and then acting sooo fast when he saw a tiny guy fall off of it... what a faithful hound of a [future] boyfriend. Calloway is so right. Joe deserves somebody to look after him. And Joe has done the (forgive me for the loaded meme) girl math on this. One big man is the best possible outcome for him. ONLY THE BIGGEST MAN WILL DO to keep him off of his bullshit as much as possible 👍👍

And OF COURSE god their conversation is just so so so fucking funny. "Thank you" "fuck no I'm not" -> "FUCK YOU" is INCREDIBLE i CANNOT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT lmaooooo and Harry still being so gentle about receiving this insult and trying to parse what Joe means ... he does listen to Joe, they're definitely not back to square one as drunk!Joe feared, his own issues are just getting in the way! (And Joe's are getting in the way of him seeing thru Harry's facade into what the real issue is! We love to see it!)

"“I meant that. You don’t get to call me handsome until you start listening to me.” He slurred. “You gotta—you gotta want it.”

Joe crossed his arms and scowled up at the beautiful man and his beautiful face as Harry tried to parse what Joe was saying.

“Want it…?” Harry echoed.

“Yeah. You gotta want to be my friend. And screw what anyone else thinks!”"

And did anyone else cackle at how Joe telephone-gamed Calloway's advice to still be in plausible-deniability-land. "You gotta want to be my friend" ok. not what he fuckin said. run that back real quick -> "Not if you’re being open about what you want and everything. That’s how love works, Joe. You gotta want it."

I just adored the moments of insight between them, too. "... Joe knew his real answer was yes – he was just too afraid to say it overtly. He argued and fought and begrudgingly accepted it instead. / What was that saying to Harry?" vs. Ch22 Harry's revelation: "How much of his relationship with Joe was genuine, he wondered, and how much of it was Joe going along with Harry’s suggestions in the name of diplomacy?"

Joe IS acting like somebody who's being coerced! Harry IS being a trustworthy guy by noticing it and checking in once their relationship is definitely turning intimate! It's so fascinating to think in hindsight that every time Joe turned red and embarrassed, Harry was having a thought at the back of his mind like "he doesn't want this. I'm scaring him. He doesn't want me, and he doesn't even know the real me yet. And worse, he can't tell me, because he's afraid of what I might do to him." But he can't SAY all that because it would hurt too much if he said it and Joe confirmed he was actually correct, so Ch22 comes out as a trainwreck where he's accidentally insulting Joe's ability to survive without him. (Side note I KNEW Harry wasn't REALLY considering Joe his landlord. Sad!!! That fucked up scrawny starving guy has squatter's rights and he was doing pretty good all things considered maybe !!!)

The respective issues ~Society~ has given both of them just make it impossible to talk about the root of their problems without baring your guts in a really terrifying way. OOF.

HOWEVER this chapter confirming that homophobia isn't such a problem in tiny society is going to make this eventual conversation betwen them real interesting... Harry like "You don't understand Joe :( there's something really wrong with me... ... I like ... men..." and Joe being like "omg :) :) :) :) :) wait what's wrong with you tho" and then Joe "No you don't understand Harry :( I know this is sick but... I like.. giants... I'm sure you could never see someone smaller than you as anything other than a pet ..." and Harry just ":) :) :) :) oh what no :) Georgie was shorter than me" I hope they can have a good, baffled laugh at how long they could've been snuggling guilt-free. At the end of the angst. <3

[seireitonin]

Hey, hru? Can you make some Tobyxnina hc/dynamics. I started shipping it because of u because I like the ship. Glad!:3

Sure! I love my rare pair but ig it’s getting more traction and I’m so happy!! :3 (idk if I had anything to do w that but I’m happy regardless. Also I hc Nina as black so :3 these are gonna be written in that in mind also these are all so fluffy)

Toby x Nina headcannons❤️

Scemo girlfriend. Grungy midwestern emo boyfriend

They hang out in the forest away from everyone

Mainly because some of the other creeps are like “you guys are a very strange couple”

Nina embraces the weirdness of their relationship

It was unexpected and came out of nowhere and no one could’ve saw it coming

While Toby hates the comments about it

If they love each other why does it matter?

They are though

I mean Nina’s whole thing was liking Jeff

What changed?

After growing up and maturing Nina released she never even liked or loved Jeff

She was just obsessed with him

Leading to a very unhealthy “relationship”

(Jeff just kept her around because she did what he said)

But Nina and Toby were different

Through spending time together they had to build this unlikely relationship

Toby found her really annoying and Nina thought he was so gloomy

But after spending more time together Toby’s mood would lighten around her

He needed someone like her

She was so so happy and bubbly and gentle and sweet

Toby had only known rough, callous and uncaring all his life

So being around her felt peaceful

And it still does

Nina spent so long trying to impress Jeff

So her being able to make Toby happy by just being herself makes her cry with happiness sometimes

He loves HER

Not what she can do for him

Toby enjoys her holding her hand, not telling her what to do

Nina enjoys playing with his hair, not hitting him or pushing him around

They like each other :)

Since Nina is a scemo queen, Toby likes to watch her get ready

The teasing of her hair, putting on all those belts, the dark eyeshadow and eyeliner the dark brown concealer on her lips to blend in with her skin

He thinks it’s over the top and looks ridiculous

And he loves it

Because it’s on her

“Why do you still dress like it’s 2007?”

“Cuz it’s fun! :3!”

“Is it, now?”

“Mhm! You should try it!”

“Don’t think so”

“Ah my gloomy Toby”

“Not gloomy. Just not me”

“But we listen to emo music together though!”

“Doesn’t mean I have to dress like it”

“I’m gonna make you do it one day”

“Sure you are”

Nina loves watching him practice hatchet throwing

When he hits a tree right in the middle she’ll cheer

“Yay Toby!”

He smiles a bit at her as to say thank you

He still has trouble with the whole emotions thing

He won’t say he loves Nina with his words but his actions

Getting her a new studded belt, more hairspray new eyeliner and anything that reminds him of her

Blast emo music in the car together and headbang

Toby is midwestern emo and Nina is MySpace emo

Although Toby also really likes nu metal, and other alternative music too

Nina often steals Toby’s hoodies and sweaters and will wear them to sleep, especially when he’s away on a mission

They’re mainly brown, black, dark blue all neutral colors because Toby’s plain like that

They smell like him and it makes her so happy

“Nina-what did I tell you about taking my stuff?”

*nina knocked tf out*

“Ugh you’re lucky you’re beautiful. You’re getting makeup all over my hoodie”

Nina wants to straighten Toby’s hair and give him emo hair and a fringe sooo bad

Like really bad

He grew is hair out for her to do it, he didn’t care about his hair anyway

He’ll let her do what she wants and she did just that

She gave him emo hair but it looked professionally done it’s so clean

Toby’s honestly impressed

Nina thinks he looks so hot with emo hair especially when he wears plain black shirts or shirts with bands he likes on them

Literally the emo bf she’s always wanted

Toby hates being called emo buuuut he kinda is

She’s now trying to get Toby to let her dye his hair pink and black to match hers

That’s where Toby drew the line

Nina and Toby got matching piercings though!

Now they both have canine bites, septums, eyebrow piercings and a bunch of ear piercings

Why not? He can’t feel it

They’ll touch tongues through the open wounds in their faces

Nina will stick her tongue out through her smile and Toby will touch her tongue with his through his face gash hole thingy

Nina makes Toby candi bracelets and Toby puts them on his hatchets

Toby will take Nina shopping with money he stole and saved up from victims

Goes with her every time because he doesn’t want her to get harassed

Super protective of her, just like he is with all the women he loves

No one can make fun of Nina’s fashion except for him

Nina definitely sings rap songs like sexy red and Meg the stallion to him as a joke

Toby just tolerates it

“Stop me and you’re racist, Toby!”

*head in his hands* “I’m not stopping you”

Toby is still, blunt, rude, obnoxious and cynical but tries to tone it down around Nina

He knows she’s sensitive to people talking to her like that, especially her partners

Nina will sometimes decorate Toby’s scars with glitter

He’s covered in them

All he does is roll his eyes and let her

He wasn’t doing anything with them anyway

Even though Toby is 29 and Nina’s 27 they feel like happy teenagers with each other

This is what their lives should’ve been together if the world was kinder to them

Just 2 people in love, hanging out listening to music, together, shopping together, going out to eat together

Nina being scemo is healing her inner child

Toby loving her true authentic self is healing her inner child

Toby tries to do the same by wearing more comfortable sweaters and trying to break the habit of picking at his skin

Nina loving him despite all his problems is healing his inner child

This is how life should be

No abuse, no suffering

Just them being in love and chilling

[l00na24]

I Got Your Six - Chapter 5

Warnings: Death, some things won't be 100% accurate to reality and are written that way for the sake of the story

Word Count: 9k

A/N: Hello 🤗 First of all I wish everyone a happy new year even if it's a bit late but I hope all of you are doing well and had a great start into the new year! 🥰 I am so sorry it took me sooo long to finally get this chapter finished (after changing it about a million of times because I wasn't happy with it lol), which I had wanted to get out before Christmas but unfortunately I got sick for a few weeks and then real life stuff came up right after 😓 But now it's here and I hope you enjoy reading it with things turning up a notch 😋 And don't worry, the next one won't take that long because I'm already on it! 😉

Also a little part of this chapter was inspired by the original Triple Frontier Script which I totally recommend you to read if you haven't already!

7 days later, 4 PM, Brazil, Jungle (at Lorea’s house)

It was a humid warm and cloudy day when I crept through the various green plants that surrounded me. The typical climate you would expect in a jungle.

Exotic birds occasionally flying high above the treetops and filling the wild and untamed nature with their chirping or insects buzzing around between leaves big enough to cover my body entirely, some smaller ones with the similarity of palms that fit perfectly in the spaces between together with other, more colorful plants or bushes on the ground. Meter long lianas hanging from above that were winding themselves along the branches of some big trees like snakes.

If I wouldn’t be here for a mission, I would take my time admiring every little detail and the peaceful, quiet and yet a tad mysterious atmosphere with the slight fog floating around.

The calm before the storm.

How the ridges of the Andes, completely covered in green nature and shrouded in banks of clouds, ominously greeted us at our arrival. Like they would be announcing a bad omen that was in the air.

Normally I wouldn’t be faced much by anything when it came to a mission besides the flying part but this time I’d been restless as soon as we were on our way to the destination Santiago had given me when I called him a few days ago.

My gut was screaming at me to not do it, to turn as fast as we could and fly back instead but it was too late and I wouldn’t leave them alone in this. I never backed down from a mission. No matter what. And I’d never forgive myself if I did now.

It had been the first warning.

My team and me nearly got caught in the crossfire of some criminals and the local police on our way to the friendship bridge, the signature element of the Triple Frontier, that connected Paraguay to Brazil over the Parana River.

We were slowly driving through the outskirts of Ciudad del Este, the second largest city of Paraguay and a literal hotspot for any crime imaginable thanks to the Triple Frontier connection, the biggest part being the smuggling of a lot of dangerous things. You could practically see on every corner you turned, that the criminals were ruling this place. My trained eyes spotting them from miles away out of the car window next to me or the guns some people were carrying with them, hidden beneath their clothes in hopes nobody would notice, even if they were way too obvious. Drug dealers selling their stuff openly on the street without a care as if it would be an everyday business. The poorest of the poor together with other citizens weaving through the thick traffic between cars.

You should think we would actually change something with our work but looking at this, I understood what Santiago had meant. Nobody was giving a shit about government or authority here, they had their own laws and the police were only bystanders, not able to do anything and probably not even bothering anymore or corrupt to the core.

Just as we were crossing an intersection, suddenly loud sirens started to blare in the distance and only seconds after a sports car nearly crashed with us when it flew by in high speed, the police following close behind.

“Alex! Watch out!” I shouted from the right backseat when I saw it speeding directly at us.

“Oh fuck!” As fast as he could, Alex hit the brakes. The force of it jolting us forward in our seats as we came to an abrupt stop just enough that the car only lightly grazed our front and didn’t crash into us.

In the middle of the chaos that broke out with people screaming and madly running around and vehicles on the street trying to get out of the way, I saw the windows of the sports car rolling down and persons with assault rifles leaning out of them to shoot at the police car.

“Get down! Put your heads down!” I raised my voice even louder before I heard the first shot being fired and made myself as small as I could.

The bullets were flying everywhere, one piercing through our windshield and almost hitting my shoulder if I hadn’t ducked to the side in my seat.

“Is everyone okay?” Luc asked from the passenger seat in the front and immediately looked over to Alex and then behind to me and Mick in the backseats.

“Yes.”

“Yeah.”

The boys breathed out after everything seemed to be back to normal like nothing happened and people resumed their ways. The bullet hole the only reminder of what had just transpired.

“What the fuck is wrong with these people?!” I let out with irritation.

“I think they had a slight disagreement with each other.” Mick commented from the left.

That had been the second warning we ignored.

Stalking like a panther through the thick foliage of the jungle, I moved forward to the spot I was supposed to be and grabbed my TAC-50 that was slung around me as I came closer.

When I looked through my scope, a set of two big, black eyes ogled me and I looked up confused, spotting a little black and white patterned gecko sitting in front of its lens on my sniper.

What the heck?

“Hey there, little guy. You should be careful, you could get yourself hurt.” I said and inspected him curiously.

He held eye contact when his tongue darted out and ran along his mouth before he carefully moved across the upside of my gun, over the scope to its long rear where he laid himself flat on his stomach, his tiny feet spread wide from his body and blinked a few times at me and slightly tilted his head.

“You better get down there.” I told him and slowly moved my hand that wasn’t holding the gun to him.

Without moving he still sat there, not letting me out of sight. After another moment of studying me with his big, round button eyes he got up and came toward my hand. Stopping for a moment right in front to look, before carefully climbing with his sticky, nub-like toes onto it.

He was running all over it, in my palm and between my fingers, stopping at some point and dragging his little pink tongue along my skin.

“Did you… just lick me?” I asked him surprised, staring at the little reptile who didn’t seem bothered by me.

He only looked back innocently before he started to advance up my arm to my shoulder.

“Oh, no, no, little guy! You can’t go there!” I slightly panicked, not wanting him to touch or come close to the part of my body that was forbidden to everyone.

Thankfully he stopped as if he understood what I was saying and changed his direction. Moving over to my other shoulder along my front and looking from there at me once he had reached it.

“Let’s get you somewhere more comfortable, hm?” I asked and held my hand at him again, so I could put him on one of the plants around me, waiting till he was back in my palm.

I let him climb on one of the lianas hanging down in front of me.

“Watch your six, little guy.”

Following his movements along it until he turned upside down and looked back at me before I turned around and continued onward. At least a nice surprise for a change.

Brushing past some large ferns, I made my path through the wilderness with a watchful eye on the ground to not fall over tree roots or for any other kind of danger and made sure to take slow steps to not cause any unnatural movement that potentially could be spotted.

As I reached my spot, I got in position hidden behind a wall of leaves and cocked my sniper to inspect the rest of the area around the house after I had done a full circle of observation.

“I don’t like this.” I spoke into the com I had placed on my in dark and light grey tones camouflaged gear.

“What’s your concern?” Alex’ voice crackled through my earpiece.

“Looks too easy.”

“Did you expect a heavily fortified fortress out here in the middle of a jungle?” Mick asked chuckling.

“Considering the millions of dollars he’s supposed to have and that he’s one of the top tier pieces of shit here, yes, that would be my first expectation if I’m honest.” I retorted while letting my sight wander around through the scope, not spotting much besides some guards hanging around in a few corners with submachine guns strapped to them.

“You aren’t wrong. I estimated with more defense measures too, looking at his profile. But let’s check what we’ve gathered so far.” Luc suggested, wanting to hear what we had detected during our surveillance so he could start thinking about possible tactics at how we would approach this.

“Guards on all sides of the house in groups of two to max three, no protection and armed with SMG’s. Three right, left and rear side, two front, potentially more inside. Lots of spots all around the house where we could easily slip in without a problem except the front. There’s a long, unprotected driveway, ending with a couple of concrete jersey barriers on the sides and a steal gate. Could be breakable with a car I would guess, if you manage to destroy the barrier that comes out of the ground when the gate closes but that would alert everyone, which rules it out as possible option. The only real “danger”, if you wanna call it that, is the machine gun in a sort of tower behind it. 50 caliber, that would shred you before you come even close. I would need help from one of you to take both guards out undetected if we do this the ‘silent way’.” I explained my observation.

“I could give you a hand. There’s a small waterway from my position leading in your direction, would be a matter of seconds to get to you.” Alex confirmed.

“Perfect.” I answered before continuing. “I’ve also seen some surveillance cameras around. We will have to either destroy them when we approach, or we have to look inside the house for a security room to deal with it. They didn’t seem to give a shit about aiming them at the crucial spots, but I would like to take care of them, so we don’t have to worry about it later.”

“They are not looking like the newest ones there are. Don’t wanna know where he got them from, but it will be enough if we take care of the hard drives.” Mick brought in his opinion. His expertise as the best engineer we had in Delta gave us a huge advantage with any tech or gadgets we had to deal with in our missions or other unconventionalities.

“Also, we have high fences extending around the house in a radius of probably twenty to thirty meters. We won’t be able to climb over, but we could cut through them. I’m actually surprised they aren’t charged with electricity.”

“If I were him, I wouldn’t want my kids getting roasted, that’s probably the reason.” He had a point. I had seen them playing outside and some toys laying around but I doubted that it was why.

“The less time we need the better.” Luc pointed out, reminding us that we would have a time window we had to keep in mind once we were in.

“Look what we have here... Someone’s got some little toys.” Mick’s amused voice came through the com again.

“What is it?” The tone he used set off alarm bells in my head. Something was wrong.

“Ground sensors.”

Well, shit.

“The lethal kind?” I inquired with a hint of worry and scoped the area more wary a second time and focused on every detail I could find but spotting none of the mentioned sensors. They must be hidden underneath the plants.

“Hard to say but I don’t wanna find that out.” He answered thoughtfully when he inspected the object on the ground more closely with his trained eyes.

“Any way we can deactivate them?”

“Negative. Not without setting them off.”

“Copy that. Eyes up and on the ground then. Be careful where you’re going.” I spoke sternly, not wanting my team to have an unpleasant encounter that could end potentially deadly and risk the mission before it even started.

The theory with his kids was off the table with that but now we had an explanation why he wasn’t using electricity. Lorea probably thought it would be enough to rely on the sensors and I guessed, he hadn’t even wasted a thought about the possibility of some highly trained and lethal delta force soldiers attacking him or figuring out his location in the first place. Very bad mistake.

But it didn’t make our situation any better, knowing we practically walked around in a minefield. I had to hope the other guys would spot the objects in time and not run into one by accident, not having the possibility to communicate to them what they were about to walk into without revealing myself. They didn’t know we were here and I wanted to keep it this way till we were done with the recce.

“We’ve got company now, boys and girls.” I heard Luc shortly after through my earpiece upon spotting the arrival of the five ex-delta soldiers we had been waiting for. Their timing was just great… note the sarcasm.

“Make sure none of them notices the slightest trace of you and get your comms ready.” I ordered in the serious tone as their captain, wanting to avoid getting detected by any of the boys at all costs.

“Copy.” The three men of my team answered in unison.

I lowered my weapon and slung it back around me with its strap, reaching into a pocket on the backside of my vest and pulling out the com I had requested for me and my team from Santiago, so we could listen their conversation, putting it in my other free ear. They couldn’t hear us unless we used the manual trigger of the mic, which me or my teammates wouldn’t dare to touch and continued to use our own to communicate with each other.

Hearing their line crackling to life, I left my position and disappeared back into the thick foliage.

“So what's this guy got against banks? At least a safe.” Will’s deep voice reached my ears and sent a shudder down my spine that halted my movement for a moment. It felt weird to hear their voices after so long. I needed to get used to them again.

“The house is the safe.” Santiago answered cryptical. What was that supposed to mean?

“Got any idea what he’s talking about?” Alex questioned through our com and spoke out what I was asking myself.

“No clue.”

“Feels like he didn’t tell you everything.” Mick threw in skeptically, emphasizing the most important word in his sentence. Everything. Santiago better didn’t withhold any important information we should have known about before.

Carefully ducking underneath some low hanging branches, the quiet rustling of plants caught my attention and I looked alarmed around. It didn’t come from me but who- or whatever it was that made them was close.

The only thing I saw was a backwards cap in green camouflage moving through the greenery of the jungle and I knew who it was. I stopped dead in my tracks and didn’t dare to breathe or even blink. Ben had no clue I stood directly behind him when he moved by, not more than a thin wall of leaves separating us. His sudden closeness speeding up the beat of my heart in an instant that was pounding loudly in my ears and I prayed he couldn’t hear it. Keep your god damn composure, Y/N! Don’t panic.

Fuck. Did he have a compass which seemed to always lead him to me?

His hand was not a mere inch away and nearly brushed my belly. I’d be so, so fucked if he was able to sense me. Please don’t let him notice. Only this time.

Thump-thump.

Thump-thump.

Thump-thump.

After a few beats of him deciding it was a good idea to stop and stand right there in front of me and I thought I’d die from my heart jumping out of my chest, he finally started to walk away and gave me an actual chance to get some desperately needed air into my lungs again. I swear, this man was the death of me, in more ways than one.

This was waaay too close.

My eyes had grown at least double their size as I followed his path till he was out of sight, not making any kind of motion or noise yet for fear he could pick up on it and discover who was here with them.

“I'm at the gate.” I let out a sigh of relief when I heard his still well too familiar rough voice speak through their com that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. If someone would have told me, I’d ever be relieved not having to be near him… Nothing could have been more wrong…

“This looks like everything was done about 82% right. They got all the toys out here, but these cameras aren't even aimed at the weakest breach point.” Ben continued and repeated in his own words what I had observed before, showing clearly why both of us were the experts at reconnaissance.

“Someone’s got some knowledge there too, huh?” Mick indicated, somewhat surprised there was someone else ‘as good as me’ as he would put it, in this field.

We had been the perfect team… And now we were standing on opposite sides.

Deciding to stay silent, I put more distance between us when I was sure he would be far enough away and went with fast but still calculated steps in the other direction. I didn’t want to have another close encounter with him.

“Your girlfriend's making her normal money drop?” Tom’s voice joined in and halted my steps a few meters after once again. What were they talking about now?

“Yeah.” Santiago answered him directly like they were talking about the weather, despite knowing that we could hear their conversation. “She's prepared to record the inside of the house.”

Girlfriend?... Wait a minute…- His so called ‘informant’ was his girlfriend?! And he had the nerve to not tell me before all of this?! He just had dug his own grave.

I was sure my teammates didn’t take this new information any different. I could already imagine how their brows would knit together and their jaws would clench at the revelation.

Santiago had unknowingly managed to turn our team against him before they even had the chance to meet with his move. The fact that none of them felt like speaking up about it told basically everything already. Good luck for him to get out of this.

“Pope...” The person using his callsign was Frankie but it sounded a bit off. Was that concern I heard? What was worrying him? Everything should be fine, I made sure of that before they arrived. Besides… My thoughts went back to the discovery we had made not long ago. Damn it. He didn’t accidentally set off one of the sensors, did he?

“Pope, I have kids over here. Does he have kids living in here with him? 'Cause that's gonna make things a whole lot more complicated and is not what I signed up for.” He shared his discovery over the com and thankfully not confirmed my suspicion but reminded me of what would be another part on my personal task list which I hadn’t wanted to think about yet. If Fish had known what he signed up for… maybe he would’ve had considered his options better.

I continued my way with quick strides through the jungle while I listened, passing by the gate in the distance with enough space to not get noticed and reaching the spot on the left side of the house where I had originally begun my observation round.

“The family's not the problem. They're the answer.” The addressed man replied without the slightest concern. What was it with Santiago and his cryptic sentences?

“Why?” Frankie wasn’t the only person who liked to know.

“Church.” Santiago simply answered. “Lorea's very devout. Every Sunday morning, he sends three guards to the 6 AM service. When they get back, he sends the rest of the team, along with his family, into town to mass. That leaves him and three guards in that house, and that's our window.” He elaborated and I could only shake my head at what I heard. I wouldn’t give them a chance to escape and not finish the mission properly, he could totally forget that. I didn’t care how many guards Lorea had in his house, ten, twenty, it didn’t matter. We would have the army with us too, which would be way enough to wipe them out for good. Not that my team and I could handle it on our own. I didn’t understand why he was making such a fuss about the damn family. There was definitely some business we had to discuss later.

“Why would he do that?” Will inquired, which wasn’t really surprising. He always was someone for details. Too bad he didn’t pay attention to them when he actually should have.

“Worried about someone taking his kids. And he never leaves his money.” These would be the least of his problems very soon…

“Also, I don't think he believes anyone actually has the balls to come out here and rob him.” Santiago added bluntly. That was another way to put it, except ‘rob’ was the wrong word for what we’d be doing. Let me correct, what they’d be doing. My team wouldn’t get involved with the money the guys would confiscate together with the army after we were done. So was the plan. But I didn’t like how he said it and the feeling it caused in my gut.

“It's probably cause it's a stupid idea.” At least Will had some common sense. Yes, it absolutely was. It was the stupidest idea on earth to be exact.

The sound of a car approaching had me drawing my sniper in a flash, holding it steady with both hands and looking out at the driveway through some trees and bushes from my higher position. A black van came into view that slowly approached the barrier at the gate where it stopped. The guard not standing behind the machine gun walked up to the passenger side.

“Pope, I got your girlfriend coming up right now.” Ben announced at the same time.

“Y/N, do you have the safety of your gun on?” Mick joked into the com right after, who had been uncharacteristically silent, already knowing what my reaction would be and wanting to check up on me.

“Maybe I accidentally switched it off.” My voice dropped lower, with an underlying threat behind it my boys were familiar with, while aiming through the scope of my TAC-50 at the woman’s head. It would only take a little pull on the trigger…

I inspected her nearer and got slapped in the face with the bitter truth that I couldn’t compare to her, and it was obvious why Santiago seemed to have a liking in this woman. She looked attractive with her tanned skin, the dark brown, shoulder long, wavy hair and dark eyes. And I bet the rest of her body looked just as good. Something I wouldn’t ever come close to…

“Holy shit. She is beautiful, man.” My blood ran cold at Benny’s next words and something broke inside me. He should have kept his damn mouth shut. The grip on my weapon tightened with my fingers wrapping themselves like snakes around it that were about to choke their victim to death.

Don’t let it get to you. Just ignore all the shit they’re talking. He’s not worth it! None of them are worth it!

“He doesn’t know that the most beautiful woman is already here.” Alex threw in quickly, trying to lessen the damage but he had no clue that what Ben said had fueled my wrath already to a dangerous level. He only tried to lift the situation and make me feel better, knowing about my insecurities that got much worse after what I had been through, but this was something even he couldn’t fix. Only one person could have done that and he wasn’t here anymore… because of me.

Fuck him. Fuck all of them. I wouldn’t give them even the slightest chance to hurt me.

Thank god the van drove past the gate a moment later before I couldn’t resist the temptation to shoot her and the driver anymore. My index finger hovering dangerously close over the small part of the gun that could decide between life and death in a moment’s notice if I wanted.

“I got an execution about to go down over here.” As if sensing my mood for satisfying the craving I felt, Will spoke through their line, adding greatly to the need for shedding blood. Did I hear execution?

“Are you at the tennis courts?” Santiago wanted to know and I looked around if I could see the mentioned place from my position to follow what was happening there but to my disappointment it was out of my sight.

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, that's his spot.” He confirmed. Of course Lorea would kill others for his sake, people like him were all the same. He wasn’t the first and surely wouldn’t be the last.

“Anyone have sight on it?” I spoke into the mic, in hopes one of my boys would be close by and could give more detailed information about the situation.

“Positive, I do.” Alex answered while watching Lorea with a guard next to him getting ready to kill the unfortunate souls that were kneeling on the ground with bags over their heads. He had also found the blonde person lurking behind the small brick wall not far from him who must be one of the ex-delta soldiers, watching through the free spaces in between what was about to unfold.

“How many?” I inquired after his response, meaning the number of people the drug lord was about to kill.

“Four.” Too many. I would make sure to pay it equally back to him. He wouldn’t hurt someone ever again after we would be finished with him.

“Man, this guy really takes his business way too serious.” Mick commented with a snort when multiple shots of a gun filled the atmosphere. It wasn’t meant as disrespect toward Lorea’s victims but more his own way to cope with what we had to experience in our job and to not let it get to him. The complete opposite of me.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

“One more reason to get rid of him.” The grip on my sniper hardened even more at the thought of how many people had died because of him. How many lives he had taken for all the blood money. This guy was practically begging to be killed. A shame I couldn’t do it right now.

“Why is she doing this?” Frankie wondered as he saw the dark-haired woman and a few men getting out of the van and entering Lorea’s house with some bags, bringing their line back to life after it went silent for the time of the execution, everyone probably listening the sound of bullets delivering death and leaving nothing but corpses behind.

“She hopes I can get her little brother out of jail.” As if it hadn’t been enough to hear that she was his ‘girlfriend’ but to also find out she was doing this for Santiago to get her brother back on top of it… This was the culmination of it all. How did he even wanted to do that? If her brother was involved with Lorea, there was no way he could get him out legally. Or was he simply playing her so she agreed to help him? Like he tried with me also with leaving out what I heard since they arrived? He had chosen the wrong person.

“Tell me he isn’t fucking serious?!” Our engineer let out in vexation, being careful to not speak too loud and give himself away to the person with a cap he had in sight while he looked over the entrance area of the house where the van had stopped not a minute ago.

“I guess he ‘forgot’ to mention those little details, right?” Alex was just as pissed off, the kind where he questioned himself if he should shoot first and ask questions later or the other way round.

“He should pray I won’t find him right now.” Mick threatened afterwards, directly voicing out what his Spanish brother had hidden behind his words.

“You should give him a chance to explain himself and not make any assumptions already.” Luc spoke up, surprising us with his calmness and how he wasn’t on the side of his brothers. Sitting still on his spot on the other side of the house and following the guards’ movements while also keeping a careful eye on two of the ex-delta soldiers laying on top the massive concrete wall underneath some plants.

“What the fuck, man?! How can you defend him?! There is no god damn room for assumptions because everything is fucking clear! We need to have a talk after this!” His friend shot back with a growl.

It would be an exhausting drive back… Releasing some air and not wanting to take part in their conversation to fuel the tension that already had manifested itself with my own emotions, I focused back on the other boys.

“Did you put him in jail?” I heard Ben asking the most obvious question, silencing and distracting my three men from their heated discussion. I wouldn’t be surprised at this point if Santiago did.

“Not really.” There we go. So he had something to do with it. He might be able to fool the others but not me.

“I'm guessing that's putting her at some risk.” Tom pointed out and a sarcastic chuckle left me. It was putting her at the risk of vanishing from the face of this earth as soon as I got my hands on her.

“Man, I almost forgot why I got out of this business. Shit gets so dark so quick.” Frankie shared his thoughts, not knowing how true his words actually were and hitting the nail on the head. Explaining why I was as I was and bringing back painful memories. Nothing would come close to what I had to experience.

My knuckles turned white from the force I was gripping my weapon with now, teeth grinding hard against each other and shutting my eyes to force the unwelcomed thoughts away before they had a chance to get through.

Keep breathing slowly. You’re not going back to that place. You’re over it.

“Oh, shit, we got ground sensors here, boys.” Benny suddenly announced alarmed over their com when he found himself near the dangerous little object that blocked his way.

“Did you hit one?” As soon as Santiago had asked his question, my focus completely relied on them, tensely waiting for an answer and cursing under my breath that of course it had to be him out of the five to get himself into this situation.

“I don't know, I'm not sure.” With concern heavy in his voice and face Ben answered, uncertain if he had activated it or not and quickly taking a look around to check if he had been detected but everything seemed normal until Fish’s warning hit his ears.

“Benny, I got two guys on motorbikes coming your way.” He informed the younger Miller when he watched them speeding down the driveway in the direction of the gate where Ben was crouching deeper into the bushes covering him.

The urge to eliminate the enemy grew with every passing second and I considered starting the mission early. They wouldn’t get anywhere near him. I wouldn’t allow it. They’d be dead before they knew it.

With him already in my sight from my place across, I switched off the safety of my sniper once again. Making sure he was unharmed and nobody would come too close to him and discover where he was hiding.

Will left his position right after, following back the way he came through the small waterway around the area toward his little brother.

“Hold tight, Benny. I'm trying to get out there to cover you.” He told him, the protectiveness as his big brother coming to the surface. Moving as fast as he could till he got in position behind a small tree on the opposite side of the gate and aiming his pistol underneath its branches toward the newly arrived guards.

I shifted my view to the gate when I heard the sound of motorbikes approaching, noticing Will at the edge of my scope. Shutting out everything to not get distracted from the threat at hand and taking in controlled breaths to keep the heavy weapon steady while looking at the guys getting off their bikes, ready to shoot at any wrong movement or getting closer to Ben’s position.

“A stock boy job at Walmart's starting to look pretty good right now, boys.” It wouldn’t be Ben if he didn’t make one of his comments in his current situation, holding his pistol low but ready to use if needed. He was unaware that me and his brother had him covered from both sides of the gate and nobody would have an actual chance to harm or get to him without being killed. It kind of was like a déjà vu.

For a long moment they stood there, talking to the other guards. Thankfully not showing any signs that they were alarmed or actively searching for Ben. With a wave of a hand from one of them they got on their motorbikes again and drove back where they came from.

“I'm clear. They're coming back to you.” Ben confirmed to Frankie and watched them retreating, putting the gun back in the waistband of his jeans and relieving all of us with his words.

“Let's get the fuck outta here.” Will ordered into their com, keeping his hand weapon aimed on the men until they were out of sight. He had seen enough and didn’t want to push their luck any further, it had already been a close call with his brother and there was no reason to risk another encounter. The intel they had gathered should be enough to make a plan.

“Two retreating on my position.” I informed my team, watching both Miller brothers leave and disappearing into the jungle. Lowering my sniper and allowing my muscles to loosen up after I made sure my surroundings were safe.

“Positive, two as well here.” Luc responded first.

“Affirmative. One on me.” His friend Mick validating the same after.

“That’s all of ‘em. Alex, you clear?”

“Crystal.”

“Copy. If y’all are, I’ll meet you at the car. Be careful out there, boys.” I instructed before heading to where we had parked and took the earpieces out. Not looking forward to what awaited me…

35 Minutes later, 6:18 PM, Brazil

A bump in the road we were driving along woke me rudely from my nap when my front made contact with the car door to my right side I had leant to in my sleep. Startling me awake with the force of the impact.

A very faint “Sorry!” rang through the car.

“Can’t you drive more careful? If you continue like this, you gonna wake her up!” Alex complained annoyed from the left backseat, taking a look beside him in the dark of the car to ensure their girl was getting some much-needed sleep.

“I’m very obviously trying my best here. It’s not my fault this road is absolute shit. How is someone supposed to drive safe here anyway?” Mick complained back and shot his friend a glare through the rearview mirror before looking back at the road and giving Luc a glance on the way in the passenger seat.

“We’re in the middle of nowhere, you won’t find any better ways out here. I’m afraid this is the best we can get, gentlemen.” Luc declared with a chuckle.

“Still was a mistake to let him drive.” Alex grumbled lowly, not agreeing with the choice they had made earlier because he had enough experience with his recklessness at times. Especially with driving.

“If you think you can do it better, go ahead, pen-, pem-? Whatever you call asshole in Spanish.” Mick challenged him, struggling to find the word he was looking for because his knowledge of his friends’ second language was very limited or rather nonexistent and slowing their vehicle.

“It’s called pen-de-jo, dumbass. And we all know I’m a better driver than you.”

“Who almost caused an accident when we came here? Hm?”

“Seriously?! It wasn’t my fault some crazy people were having a fucking chase with the police!”

“Whatever you say, bud.”

“If you keep going like this and not lower your volume, it won’t be the movement of the car who’ll wake her up.” Luc clarified, sending a look their ways that didn’t require any further words.

With a slight groan I came to and opened my eyes slowly, noticing the lack of daylight.

“Great job, Mick. Look what you’ve done! You woke her up!”

“It certainly wasn’t me!”

With an eyeroll Alex shifted his head in my direction and gave me a smile.

“Hey, sleepyhead.” He greeted me softly, his hand searching mine and giving me a light squeeze while caressing the back of it with his thumb. A ritual my boys always did when we were out on a mission, to assure me I was safe and in the present while I was waking up out of my half sleep.

“Hey. What’s… happening?” I answered groggily and looked at him with barely opened eyes, giving a squeeze back.

“Nothing you have to worry about. You okay?” He asked, letting me take my time to get more conscious and inspecting me.

“Mhm. As best as I can be.” I saw it in his eyes when I nodded at him that it wasn’t the answer he’d been waiting for, even if he did an excellent job at not showing any changes in his facial expression and maintaining the smile on his lips for my sake. Giving me a final caress with a bit more pressure before retreating his hand.

“Welcome back.” Mick’s cheerful voice broke our moment and my sight went to the front of the car. Realizing night had settled in with the headlights illuminating the earthy path ahead and the instruments inside being our only light source, now that I was more awake.

“How was your little nap?” Luc turned around in his seat to face me.

“You know how it was.” I told him right away, every person in the car aware of the fact that my sleep was screwed for good with permanently fearing to have another nightmare yet again when I allowed myself to rest. But of course it didn’t keep them from asking anyway.

“Sorry by the way if we woke you.” Came it from the driver’s seat, a brief side eye meeting mine while Mick took one hand off the steering wheel and rubbed the back of his head in a guilty manner.

“You didn’t.” I assured, not wanting him to feel responsible for something he wasn’t the reason of.

“And for earlier… I didn’t mean to be an ass.” He added more quietly, exchanging another look with me, the memory of our “chat” before the drive in his mind that hadn’t gone like probably all of us had intended it to. But on the other hand, they had gotten a chance to release some steam and cool off which mattered the most for me, not blaming them at all about their complaints and voicing them out loud. Taking in every last word and feeding the side of me that lived from it, that didn’t know anything else and used what I bottled up within me as its catalyst to cause the fatal havoc it was meant to do. To make the world burn for what had been done.

“There’s nothing you’d have to apologize for, Mick. And aren’t you an ass all the time? At least to Alex?” I tried to lighten the mood and draw the attention away from me.

“Whoa! Now that’s just cruel, Y/N! You can’t say something like that when I just apologized!” Our driver let out in his usual overdramatic way, going along with it. Making his friends laugh heartfully, mostly about his reaction but also my words. The joyful sound wrapping around us like a comfortable, warm blanket in the winter. Only that its warmth wasn’t enough to reach my cold, dead soul. It would never be enough to bring it back to life ever again.

Another precious moment between us I should enjoy but couldn’t, with the inability to feel the same happiness as them - or any at all. Faking a small smile to not ruin the entire situation because I didn’t want them to have to deal with me more than they already had to, like the constant loneliness I felt even if they were always around me.

“Totally deserved.” The Spanish man next to me nodded in agreement and fixated his brother in front of him with a wide smirk.

“Keep going and I throw you out of this car myself, then you can see for yourself how you get there.” A finger pointed in his direction as a warning sign before Mick had to focus on driving again and put his hand back on the steering wheel.

“Why do I have the feeling I missed something important?” I asked in confusion, suspecting there was more to their talk than I knew and switching my sight between the boys.

“Oh trust me, you didn’t miss anything, Y/N.” Luc laughed to himself, the other two starting to snicker along him.

“Okay…?” Coming across my lips in more a question than a normal pronunciation. Despite my curiosity I decided to not dig further and leave it at that. It was probably just another banter of theirs like usual. Looking a last time between them before I shifted my view out the window into the night and silence falling over us with only the faint tune from the radio playing in the background.

A few miles later when I couldn’t stand the quietness anymore, I leaned forward in my seat over the center console as far as my seatbelt allowed it and grabbed the inner edges of the front seats with my hands.

“How long till we’re there?” My nervosity getting the best of me because the previous silence grew too loud for my head and I couldn’t keep the thoughts in it no longer from running wild, threatening to overwhelm me.

“We still have a bit to go. You can take another nap if you want.” Luc answered and looked over to me from the side.

“I’m not tired.” I quickly refused his suggestion, as everyone expected, because it had become a common thing over the last 2 years and they were used to it by now.

“Y/N… Then at least try to get a bit more rest, please. You know-” He tried to reason like a parent with their child who was too stubborn to follow their instruction, but I interrupted him before he could finish what I had to hear too many times already: “You know he wouldn't want you to put yourself in danger.”. Who the fuck cares?

“I don’t wanna hear it.” A well-meant advice to drop what he was going to say.

I had decided to walk this path with no looking back till the end, whenever that would be. There was nothing waiting for me anyway. It was like I had been stuck somewhere along the way and got lost in search for something I had known once but wouldn’t find again, left alone in the shadows with nothing more than misery, sadness and deafening silence as my companions, the only remains of a life before that had stopped existing.

With a heavy sigh I sat back in my seat and busied myself with the sight out the windshield, not wanting to continue the conversation we’d had so many times before like the words he wanted to use.

“Can we not-” I instantly stopped midsentence when I saw a hooded figure appear out of nowhere in the shine of the headlights that stood on the side of the road, directly facing us.

I wasn’t sure what it was but the feeling hitting me in this very moment I couldn’t place - something both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time - had me sitting up straight immediately.

“Mick, stop the car! Stop the car!! Now!” I yelled when we drove past it, my eyes glued to where the figure had disappeared behind us in the night and hands pressed hard against the glass. Startling the boys with my sudden change and the urgency in my voice.

“What? Why? Did I hit an animal or somethin’?” He asked as confused as his brothers, all looking at me now with big question marks in their faces.

“Just stop it already!” I urged impatiently, not caring to elaborate and wanting to get out as fast as possible.

“I’m on it! What’s gotten into you all of a sudden?”

Before they got an answer, I was out as soon as we came to a stop in the middle of the road with only the person I saw in mind and ran back through the dark to where I had seen it. Shouts of my name erupting from behind me when the three quickly followed and ran after me.

“Hello? Is anyone here?” My raised voice filled the night, loud enough to be heard for a few meters distance but I got no answer or any sign that somebody was there.

“I know you are! Come out and show yourself! I won’t hurt you, I promise!” After nothing happened and I didn’t want to wait any longer I spoke up again, opting for a different way to get the person to reveal itself but it turned out the same as my first attempt. Looking in every possible direction in hopes of finding what I was searching for.

Multiple cones of flashlights lighting up my surroundings more and more from behind announced my team’s approach very soon after but I was too focused to pay them any mind for now.

With hands crossed over each other, raised pistol in one and a flashlight in the other held next to it, how they had been trained to, so they could shoot at any possible threat lurking out there while still being able to see, they closed the distance between us with fast steps and in their tactical formation with Alex on the left side, Luc in the middle and Mick on the right to cover as much ground as possible.

“Can you tell me what the hell this is all about?” Taking in a defensive stance, Mick came to a stand next to me and let his eyes roam around to make sure no danger was in sight before they landed on me, displaying his obvious discontentment about my careless action.

“They were here.” I answered without looking away from the spot I had been staring at, still clinging on to the false hope of the person showing up.

“Who?” He questioned confused, not understanding what I meant and being more concerned about my safety since I wasn’t wearing a bulletproof vest or a weapon.

“The Person. They were right here.” Repeating my words, assuming he would catch on, I tore my gaze away and toward him. Noticing Luc and Alex next to us and the handguns they carried with them. “And put your guns down.”

“Well, I don’t see anyone. Are you sure?” Taking another attentive glance around at my words, he followed my instruction and lowered his pistol slowly after he spotted nothing but grass.

“What Person?” Alex asked from the other side while doing the same as his brothers and loosened his stiff posture.

“That stood on the side of the road looking at us.” I elaborated a last time with slight agitation, not getting why they asked all these unnecessary questions when they must have seen the person too.

Luc, Mick and Alex exchanged a troubled look with each other.

“There wasn’t anyone.” Luc said after a short pause.

“But…- No…- They were standing right here…! I swear!” Denying his words and pointing at where the person had stood, I took a few steps forward, letting my sight wander through the dark once more and staring at the earthy ground in front of me in total disbelieve after I still found no evidence that someone had been here only minutes ago. This couldn’t be true… I knew what I saw… I wasn’t making it up…

“Hey, we believe you, okay? If you say you saw someone, you did.” Alex assured, stepping before me and searching my eyes. The other two not wasting time and appearing at my sides, forming a half circle.

“How did they look like?” Luc changed the direction of our conversation, deeming it a good choice to distract me from the thoughts he practically could see swarming my head and make sense of what I was saying.

“Their… clothes were all black… with a hood over the head. And… the lower half of the face… was covered with a black mask.” I stuttered out. “I know how this sounds but I swear to you I didn’t imagine it!” Seeking the boys’ eyes for reassurance that I wasn’t going mad and my mind didn’t make up things that weren’t there when I just had literally described what we normally wore on our missions.

But it was hard to miss the doubt in them which hurt me more than I wanted to admit to myself when I realized my mistake, not allowing my expression to show I had noticed and quickly cutting off our line of sight to avoid getting more upset and revealing my emotions. I shouldn’t have told them.

“Did you notice anything else? Or were you able to identify the person?” A vertical shake of my head was all I gave Luc, feeling a surge of rage rush up that I didn’t pay closer attention to the person’s face, so I would have known who it was and if they were real but everything had happened too fast and caught me right off guard.

“What’s the plan here then? Are we going for a search?” Mick wanted to know, switching from expectantly looking between us four and checking our surroundings from time to time.

“I don’t see any footprints but if somebody was here they couldn’t have gone too far.” Our Spanish man moved his light around, emphasizing he wasn’t completely dismissing it. His way of telling me he didn’t think I was crazy.

“We surely would have noticed anyone by now - and I’m not saying I don’t believe you,” Coming up with the fact none of us could dismiss, Luc stepped into his role amongst our team and I could feel his observing gaze that hadn’t left me since his arrival. He noticeably changed the pitch of his voice while adding his own assurance into the sentence - a smart move, to ensure I would be listening. “But we won’t find much in this high grass with only our flashlights at this time of day. Also don’t forget we still have a good few miles to go and I doubt we wanna be too late.”

“As much as I agree with you, but I’m not comfortable leaving without knowing if we’re being followed-”

“Luc’s right. It doesn’t make sense to try and find someone in the middle of the night, Alex. And I said we’d be there.” I countered him with a defeated sigh, not having the nerves to argue with my boys about the actual existence of the person but wanting to ease at least his worry that was an ever constant of the trio below the surface since certain things had happened all of them never fully recovered from and wouldn’t. Another thing I was the reason of.

“I mean it won’t do any harm if we take a quick look, right? I’d feel better if we do. And let’s be honest here, none of us gives a damn about being late.” Mick suggested, not passing the opportunity to add one of his blunt comments.

“It’s just a waste of time, forget it. Let’s go and get this over with as fast as possible.” To make this decision wasn’t easy for me but it was the most rational in the current moment. Swallowing down my increasing anger. If things continued like this, I would need an outlet soon because I could only hold it in for so long until I had to release it.

Casting my view for a moment toward the sky in hopes of finding some relief, my mood dropped further when I saw nothing but clouds plunging the stars in their darkness to snuff out their light, like they were foreshadowing what was to come. Not deeming me worthy of the only thing bringing me some little kind of comfort for what I was about to do.

Averting my eyes, I turned around and started to walk back to the car.

“Wait! Y/N!” Alex tried to stop me and was hot on my heels.

“I already told you we’re not searching!” I let out angrily and sped up my steps.

“I swear to god, this woman…” Mick huffed out quietly before he and Luc got moving too, earning an amused snort paired with a smirk from his brother next to him.

“That’s why we love her.” He patted him a few times on the shoulder. “And you wouldn’t want it any differently.” Luc added after a short distance without looking back, following their captain and Alex who was making some gestures with his hands and arms on her side only to be ignored.

“I hate when he’s right…” The last member of the team started to catch up in a sprint.

From afar a hooded figure in black was watching them…

If I had at least understood my third and final warning.

A/N: I want to thank every single one of you who gave this story a chance in the last year and supported it so far, no matter if it was through a like, a lovely comment or a reblog! Each one means the world to me and is greatly appreciated and a huge motivator, regardless how small it is! And I hope I can continue to bring you more enjoyment in the future with it! ❤️

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Sooo guys I fucked up and played Seven Bloody Nights Revamped by Lilith Rose / @sevenbloodynightsvn and now this game has me in a choke hold. Like guys I downloaded the game demo on my laptop the night before because I was bored and now I am INVESTED in this game's plot. It's soooo good. Like guys I've been up for the last 28 hours going through the routes, jotting down theories while doodling some of these sketches(after completing ALL the routes of course). Soooo to help with getting over this terrible writer's block I got going on. I may write some headcanons/short fics for this because, fuck is it good. Like really good. Serious kudos to @sevenbloodynightsvn for this game. I am simpin' hard guys, real bad. So yeah, if you're 18+ you guys gotta check it out . This game is phenomenal. I can't wait for future game updates~

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Yeah this one was my first attempt at drawing Ares however the fuckin' paper was being a pain and peeling whenever I erased a bit too hard in one spot by the mouth/nose. So sorry about it being pretty crappy... Tbh I only added this one for them hands. I suck at drawing hands so I was very pleased with how the set came out despite the rest of the drawing being pretty rough. ↓

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Y'all I just came out as a dude to my parents last night! I made a cake and two cupcakes because if I was making something that I could chicken out of then I would get scared and just not come out. The cupcakes had blue icing inside so I made them bite through to the blue and then brought out my blue marbled cake with blue icing and a really janky " it's a boy!" In blue food coloring. My hands were shaking sooo bad and I was trying really hard not to cry so I kept making jokes and nervous laughing. I kept saying to my mom that now I understand people on the great British baking show because they're always talking about how shaky they're hands are. I think I should make a slide show for my mom on what being a boy means for, as someone who still enjoys femme things. She kind of doesn't get it but that's ok bc I know she trying to understand and is super accepting. Anyway here's the picture!

I added sprinkles and stuff too but then forgot to take another picture. Anyway just wanted to share bc no I can be me! I've been going by he/him pronouns and ( I stole the name of my comfort character bc of course I did so) Nico for about 2 years now, which is .... A long time to say the least. My teachers know, my friends know and now 1 set of parents know! I'm still nervous but very excited too because I'm a man and they know I'm a man and wow I'm such a manly man and I'm having so many emotions but it's ok. But yeah, that's it. Just me being me :)

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Lovefool

Smut, dilfs, best friends hot dad trope

A soft trembling moan falls from your lips as your hips bang into the rosewood desk he has you bent over as each well-paced thrust lands deep within you. His whole body is warm and firm as he holds you close, squeezing you affectionately while you drown in the heavy scent of sex and his cologne. The sharp nips of his teeth along the sensitive flesh of your neck is a welcome pain, adding to the sensations overtaking your body. His arm across your chest pulls you flush against his chest as he leans closer to the desk, seeking a deeper angle within you. Moans tumble continuously from your lips, your mind too hazy to form words. You’re so close, god you’re so close. You push your hips back into him-

“Hey, hey, y/n- wake up.” You groan and roll over to face Jolyne. Your body is sweaty and your cheeks flushed with amor and embarrassment. “You were, you were uh, havin’ quite the dream from the sound of it.” “And I woke you up?” It’s dark, you can't see her, she can’t see you. That little bit of knowledge is the only thing keeping you from bursting into tears at the moment. “Yeah, no worries though, it happens to everyone. Soooo, who was it about.” “Don’t remember,” you lie, ‘God this is terrible,’ you think, rolling out of bed and heading towards the door. “Come on, dream like that you gotta remember who it was. I have dreams like that about Tom Cruise sometimes. Remember when he was in that vampire movie? Sooo fuckin’ sexy. Where you goin?” “To take a shower Jo, I’m horny and embarrassed,” you snap, closing the door behind you.

You lean against the door and let out a silent sob, clapping your hand over your mouth to silence any possible noise you could make. You’d die if your best friend found out you had a wet dream about her dad in her bed of all places. Fuck what was wrong with you? Even if you did fuck him, which you wouldn't, even though you were an adult, and it was legal sure, was it moral? You knew Jotaro held morals over the law. He’d kill a man if it was the right thing to do, hell, you were pretty sure he had killed a man. “I can’t just stand in the hall like this, what if he comes out? What if I look weird? What if I smell weird?” ‘Just go shower, jack off a little, go back to bed, and apologize to Jolyne for being a dick when she wakes up.’ Easy Peasy.

It was in fact, not easy peasy.

The shower knobs were squeaky as hell, most likely because it was two in the morning and the only sound in the whole house, but still loud as hell regardless. You couldn’t get the water temperature adjusted, either burning or freezing you. You eventually decided hot was better than cold, it was bad enough you were busting a nut in their shower, the water bill didn’t need to be extravagant on top of that. Then it took you forever to get into your groove, almost certainly because of stress and embarrassment, and when you finally did, you couldn’t seem to shut up. Biting the back of your hand to silence your moans as you rode your fingers, you finally managed to get yourself to the edge. You came with a high-pitched whine, biting down on your hand hard enough to break the skin and slipping, narrowly catching yourself on the towel rack, but not before slamming your whole body weight against the back wall of the shower. The color drains from your face as you realize that Jotaro’s room is on the other side of said wall. ‘Oh god, he has PTSD, oh fuck he's gonna panic and kill me. I’m naked, shit. It's all over now.’ The door never slams open, and you’re left alive. Maybe he didn't hear it. You turn the shower off as quietly as possible and step out, toweling off and dressing before heading back to Jolyne’s room.

When you go crawl into the bed Jolyne rolls over, facing you. “So, did you enjoy your wank?” “Jo, what, why are you still awake.” “It must have been good, I heard you slip,” she giggles. “You were listening,” you hiss, staring at her in disbelief. “Not on purpose, I was trying to go back to sleep but you weren’t exactly quiet.” “Fuck, I hope nobody else heard. I’m sorry you did though, and I’m sorry I snapped at you earlier.” “It’s fine, I get pissy when I’m pent up too. We need to find you a boyfriend, and fast.” “Bitch,” you laugh, throwing your arm across her shoulder. “But you loooveee me,” She coos, throwing her arm over you as well. “Shut it and go to sleep, I’m still embarrassed.”

When you wake up in the morning, Jolyne’s not in bed, so you assume she’s already gotten up to get breakfast like the glutton she always was in the morning “How are you not fat,” you always asked her, watching in disbelief as she ate a bowl of cereal and four pop tarts. “Hard work,” she’d always reply around a mouthful of food. You couldn't find her. You poke your head into the kitchen and call softly, weary of waking Jotaro. “She had classes this morning,” a deep voice rumbles, frightening you. Jotaro’s leaning against the counter, a steaming cup of coffee in his hands, his face as unreadable as ever. “Good morning Mr. Kujo, do you uh, mind if I have coffee with you,” you greet softly, grabbing a mug from the cabinet. “Not at all, y/n. If anything you're my favorite out of all Jolyne’s friends, but don’t tell her that, she’ll never talk to you again just to spite me.” You let out a soft laugh. “She doesn’t really hate you that much, only a little bit,” you hum, pouring yourself some coffee and leaning on the counter across from him. It was just coffee, so why did it feel so dirty? “Are you alright, I heard you fall in the shower last night.” Because he had heard you, that’s why. “Oh, yeah, I’m fine thank you for asking, I just slipped.” He shrugs, your answer saiting his curiosity.

“May I ask why I’m your favorite out of Jolyne’s friends,” you ask suddenly, staring into the warm mug in your hands. “You’re just pleasant to be around, that’s all.” “You don't seem the type to derive pleasure from other’s company, Mr. Kujo.” “Most people are intolerable, yes, but I happen to hate you less than the others by a long shot.” “Not one to mince words, I see.” “Speaking of deriving pleasure, you’re a noisy one I hear,” he counters. You’re dumbfounded. Never in a million years would you have expected him to be so forward. “So you heard me?” “I’ve overstepped,” he murmurs, putting his mug down and turning to leave, but you reach out and grab his wrist. “Mr. Kujo, Jotaro, may I call you Jotaro?” “I’ve insulted your privacy, I no longer deserve your respect, why not,” he replies, looking as beaten as you've ever seen him.

“May I confide something in you, Jotaro, something deeply personal?” He nods. “I-I uh.” ‘You stupid fucking bitch spit it out or don’t, stop wasting his time.’ “The reason I was doing that last night is because I- um- I had a wet dream. About you.” He stares at you blankly. ‘Oh god, I’ve really done it now he’s disgusted. He hates me. I’m so fucking filthy. What’s wrong with me?’ “Really,” he breathes finally, bringing a hand up to rest on your cheek. “I know it’s foolish to think about you like that but I can’t help it and-“ ‘oh god he’s leaning towards me what do I do?’ “M-may I kiss you,” he whispers, his breath ghosting across your lips as he speaks. You answer by simply wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing yourself into him, kissing him fervently.

“Is it disgusting that I touched myself when I heard all those sounds you were making? Am I a terrible man for jacking off to my daughter’s friend? The very fact that I kissed you- that I ever thought about you like that-” He looks genuinely disgusted with himself as he looks to you for an answer. You jump, bringing yourself to sit on the counter and pull him to you, his massive thighs resting between your legs. “You’re not disgusting,” you coo, stroking his hair soothingly. It’s surprisingly soft, making you bring your other hand up to rest in his hair as well. “You're a good man, everyone that’s met you knows that. Cold, maybe, but still good. I know that underneath whatever it is that you got going on in there,” you tug gently at his hair for emphasis. “There’s a man with his own needs and wants the same as everyone else, and who am I to deny a good man something we both want? Something we both need, hm?” “You’re smarter than this, stop being foolish. Why’d you waste your time on someone twice your age. There’s plenty of young people that’ll be able to give you what you deserve. Make you happy for a long time.”

You silently weigh your options as he speaks you can force yourself to leave now and let him spiral into self hatred, or you can hang around and fuck him. “But that’s not what I want. I want you. Don’t I deserve to be happy now too?” “You’ll get hurt,” he sighs. “Maybe I’m into that.” He lets out a laugh. “Was all that respect a facade?” Oh this was wrong. Really wrong. He was your best friend’s dad for God’s sake. “Maybe you should make me respect you again,” you giggle, pulling him in for another kiss. You’re surprised when he returns the favor, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to his body. You pull away and lean against his chest, catching your breath. He rests his cheek on the top of your head and nuzzles into your hair. “Did you really mean that,” he whispers. “Yes,” you reply equally as quiet. You hold each other in silence for some time, just enjoying the closeness of the other. “Jotaro, I’m serious, please, even if it’s just once, I need to know.” “You’re sure?” You nod into his chest.

Jotaro’s room was simple, yet inviting. You observed the details of the space from the edge of his bed while he carefully removes his clothing, laying them across the black leather chair in the corner. The chair had one of those corny motivational posters from the 90’s hanging over it. Something about beauty, but you figured it was there because of the dolphins on it. It wouldn’t have looked quite so out of place if it was just the picture. You shrug the thought off and get up, shedding your clothes and moving to hug Jotaro from behind. You peek around him before slinking around him and pushing yourself into his chest. “Easy, I can’t get my clothes wrinkled, alright?” He was always put together. It would be more than suspicious if Jolyne came home and saw him looking frumpy. Jolyne. Fuck what were you doing? ‘This’ll be a one time thing, and she’ll never know. I just need to know how he feels then I’ll be happy. Just this-‘

Your thoughts are interrupted as Jotaro turns around with you and tosses you onto the bed. He’s wearing just his boxers now and God, is he hot. “Are you sure you want this,” he questions, crawling into bed next to you. “Yes,” you reply, pulling him into another kiss. He rolls onto his back, pulling you to straddle him as you continue kissing. His hands are large and warm as they roam over your body, gently squeezing all the softest parts. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs against your lips before taking you in another kiss. You’ve never felt so safe with someone like this. He’d already given you every opportunity to decline him, and you knew that if you told him to stop he would, without hesitation. You break the kiss, your lungs crying out for air as Jotaro’s hand traces up your spine and unclasps your bra. You slip it from your shoulders and toss it across the room, exposing your chest to him. He pulls you up so he can trail kisses along your breasts, making you sigh at the sensation.

You roll off of him and silently urge him to get on top, which he does with no fuss. His finger curls into the waistband of your underwear as he pulls one side down your hip. “Can I take these off sweetheart?” “Yeah,” you breathe, lifting your hips to help him. He sits back and takes you in, his eyes hungrily roaming your naked body. “You’re just so beautiful,” he sighs, before pulling you to the edge of the bed and settling his shoulders between your thighs. His warm breath feathers against your exposed sex, making you shiver. He rests his head against your thigh momentarily, his hair tickling the tender flesh there. The gesture is comforting in a way, easing some of your anxieties. You cross your ankles over his shoulders, urging him to get closer. He obliges, licking a stripe up your slit, making you gasp. “Please,” you whisper, tangling your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as he eats you like a starved man. He simply hums against you in response, nudging his nose against your clit as he delves his tongue into you, urging you closer and closer to your orgasam. You moan and dig your heels into his back, urging him closer to you. Jotaro groans at the sensation, pushing you over the edge. You tug harshly at his hair as he works you through your orgasam.

He crawls up the bed and flops down next to you, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Was that good? I haven’t done that in a really long time,” he chuckles, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “It was amazing. Nobody’s ever made me cum like that.” “That’s disappointing,” he hums, pulling you into his huge body. “You want me to do it again?” “Yes, God yes, please.” He grunts and rolls over. You can hear him rummaging around in the nightstand before letting out a pleased noise and rolling back towards you. “Hm, safety first,” he hums, tearing the small foil packet between his fingers open with his teeth. You giggle and tug at his hair with one hand and stroking his cock with the other. “Hng, god even your hand feels good shit sweetheart, keep going like that.” “What if I used my mouth instead?” His cock twitches in your hand and he throws his arm across his eyes, moaning.

You move down and settle yourself between his huge thighs, your mouth watering at the sight of his strong cock standing at attention between them. You lick along the vein at the underside of him. He shivers at the contact and buries his hands in your hair. His moans get louder as you kitten lick your way up his shaft, practically shouting as you lick the precum from his weeping slit. “Oh god, that feel so good shit, fuck!” He’s much louder than you had expected him to be due to his quiet nature, constant praise falling from his lips as he guides you over his cock and urges you to take him into your mouth. The head of his cock nudges the back of your throat as you take him into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks. “God sweetheart, you’re so good at this, taking my cock like this.” He lets out a guttural moan as you take him into your throat. He twitches in your mouth and you pull away from him, separating yourself from his cock with a wet pop, a trail of saliva leading from your swollen lips to his painfully hard dick.

You take the unwrapped condom from him and roll it onto him before flopping down beside him on your back. “Come on, sir, don’t you want to fuck me?” “If you want me you’re gonna have to beg for it sweetheart,” he growls, rolling on top of you and pinning your hands above your head. “Please, sir, I’ve been so good. Please use me.” Jotaro lets out a satisfied noise and moves his hand between the two of you, lining himself up with your entrance. You roll your hips, making the head of his cock catch on your clit and you gasp. He finally sinks into you, sheathing himself inside in one fluid motion. The stretch is both painful and the best thing you’ve ever felt, making you squirm under him. “You’re such a good girl, look at you taking all of my cock so easily.”

He rests inside of you for several minutes for you to adjust, occasionally giving just the smallest of strokes to keep himself hard as he waits. “Y-you can move now. It doesn’t hurt anymore,” you whisper, leaning up towards him. He leans down closer to your face and kisses you sweetly, beginning a moderate pace between your thighs. “You feel so good, so warm, taking me so well,” Your walls tighten around him and he groans, thrusting with more force than before. “So good, best I’ve ever fucking had hng. He’s still holding your hands above your head, so you stretch your fingers down to run along his hands. The rhythm of his thrusts becomes sporadic as he gets closer to his orgasam, jumbled praise and expletives falling from his lips as his cock twitches inside you and he stills.

The grip on your wrists loosens and he drops down on top of you before rolling onto his side and pulling you into him. “Are you okay sweetheart?” “Yeah I’m okay, was that good?” His arms tighten around your waist. “Good? I think that was the best sex I’ve ever had,” He chuckles, nuzzling his nose into your cheek. He’s so pleasant, which was definitely not something you had expected. He had always seemed the type to go into the bathroom and tell you to get gone before he came back out, but he wasn’t. You took your time cleaning each other up and helping to straighten each other’s hair and clothes.

He drove you home afterwards and made sure you were safe inside before driving off. Jolyne was home by the time he returned, so he told her you had gotten up late and asked him to drive you home because you had chores to do before your classes tomorrow. She believed him and went upstairs without another question. You and Jotaro were sure you had gotten away with your little rendezvous.

Jolyne called a few days later and you were, as usual, more than pleased to talk to her. “Hey, I have a question?” “Shoot,” “So I’m doing laundry right, and is there any reason your underwear is in my dad’s laundry basket?”

[bybdolan]

As promised/threatened/announced, I compiled some of my favorite and least favorite metaphors/images/turns of phrases/everything that kind of falls under this category on Midnights and explained why they work for me and why they don’t. Enjoy! (Bevor we begin: @whiskeyswifty put together some of her least favorite metaphors on the album here and there probably will be some doubling. Points were made!)

FAVORITE

“From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes.” – What a genius way to signify the passage of time! Not only does it have a strong sensual element (the feeling of water on your skin, the smell and sound of a crackling fireplace), it also implies a certain loss of virility and innocence through going from an image usually associated to childhood to the scorched, burned wood of a fireplace. LOVE.

“The rust that grew between telephones.” – A little gem on a song I really dislike otherwise. It fits the color scheme of the song (very obviously the writing exercise Taylor set herself with it: “write about things that are red that you associate with the relationship” – not a bad approach per se but often led to weird moments on Midnights) and immediately communicates a loss of contact in a very sad, destructive way.

“I’m a monster on the hill. Too big to hang out, slowly lurching towards your favorite city. Pierced through the heart but never killed.” – LISTEN! I absolutely love this line because the idea of her as this large, scary being is thought through and expanded upon in a way that is so effective in evoking a very specific mental image in your mind. I can clearly visualize  this creature on all fours crawling towards a skyline or something 1930s-monster-movie like that. I also like this because it goes into this slight horror element that pops up at certain points on the album but is never all that realized and tbh… I want gore!

“Did all the extra credit, then got graded on a curve. I think it’s time to teach some lessons!” – again: a very solidly thought out use of school imagery that is gleefully condescending.

“I'm the wind in our free-flowing sails, and the liquor in our cocktails.“ – Great line in a song I never listen to lol. It is, again, kind of sensual (speaks to the feeling of wind on your skin, makes you think of the sea; there is the slight burn of alcohol) and just makes you think of freedom and fun and life being easy going, which is exactly what she is describing here.

“High Infidelity” – one of her BEST titles and arguably my favorite “writing exercise” song concept because wheeew! I know she was happy when she came up with that and rightfully so! Genius wordplay.

“And maybe it's the past that's talking, screaming from the crypt, telling me to punish you for things you never did.” – kind of using this as a stand in for the entire song because I find the war metaphor to work very well as a whole (although I carry sliiight issue with it from a personal standpoint, given that it feels very clearly connected to WWI instead of just ~a war~ and it’s a peculiar choice). It’s a very tight sing imagery-wise because every lyric connects back to the main theme in a way that also makes it makes sense on an individual level. I picked this lyric specifically because it reminds me a favorite song where the singer describes his duties yelling at him from beneath the floor but he can’t hear because he is hanging out with his favorite person. I like personifications like that, and the suggestion that these influences are outside of ourselves, rather than inside.

“The tomb won’t close, stained glass windows in my mind.” – Putting this one directly behind The Great War because a) crypt parallel and b) Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve also works sooo well as a whole because the imagery is so tight and is utilized perfectly. One of her strongest work ever in that regard, because it adds a very specific layer to the story being told without ever outright saying it.

[the entire chorus of Karma] – it’s soooo fun and tongue in cheek and every single comparison she does works so well to me. “Karma’s on your scent like a bounty hunter” is so good as well. The song genuinely has some very good metaphorical work.

LEAST FAVORITE

“He was sunshine, I was midnight rain.” / “All of me changed like midnight.” – I think my main issue with this song is also the underlying issue I have with all of my least favorite imagery moments on the album: It feels like they were forcefully included to fit the theme of the song or album, without actually thinking about how they work by themselves. Midnight rain as a concept is so broad that the lyric describing it feel weak? I suppose it is meant to signify that she is dark and moody, but it ends up feeling a bit basic (as weather metaphors sometimes do). And the idea of “changed like midnight” just escapes me because, apart from the striking of the clock in a New Year’s Eve or Cinderella way, I feel like midnights are not commonly associated with change. I get where she is coming from, but it feels so so flat to me. However, this is also the lyric I am willing to give grace considering it might simply. Idk. Go over my head.

“But your eyes are flying saucers from another planet.” – Hands down my least favorite lyric on the entire album (and one of my least favorite lyrics of all time). Again: I get the idea, but the mental image this puts into my head is just incredibly goofy. Joe Alwyn with big ol’ round cartoon eyes. Was somebody scrambling for a lyric that matched the cosmic imagery of the song but already blew “starry eyes” and “eyes full of stars” on two different songs? Mh? “Flying saucers” as an object and a word combo simply are not romantic to me. Couldn’t we at least have used spaceship to signify that he feels out of this world? Idk man

“Draw the cat eye sharp enough to kill a man.” – Do I have to say anything about it? By itself it would be okay I guess but using internet speech from 2014 as an opening line to a song is. A choice. Also… I thought we didn’t dress for men (or women for that matter)? Why are u then thinking about him while doing your makeup, babygirl?

“You know how scared I am of elevators, never trust it if it rises fast.” – overdone! This is not a bad metaphor per se but it sure is a familiar one and IMMEDIATELY leaves your brain. Never use a metaphor/an image you have heard before, or whatever George Orwell said. (Great writing advice!)

“Spider boy, king of thieves, weave your little webs of opacity.” – Another one of those lines where you can feel the forced concept. I know somebody was super happy with “Spider boy” and then went looking for something that fit. “Weave your little webs of opacity” is SO clunky and heavy handed! I do like “my pennies made your crown” though.

“Sit quiet by my side in the shade, and not the kind that's thrown, I mean the kind under where a tree has grown.” – Bad. Very unsuccessful way of incorporating online lingo, and the “having to explain yourself” thing through the “I mean” is sooo… scrap it. I like the tree idea though, having grown something together, nurturing the relationship like a plant, etc.

“Freedom felt like summer then on the coast, but now the sun burns my heart, and the sand hurts my feelings.” – ok including this with a caveat: I think this actually is a good metaphor. Evocative, sensual, well thought out. However! I personally think “the sand hurts my feelings” sounds goofy and I think this line also would have worked had we stuck to the “real” nature impressions. Sun burning skin, sand getting into every crevice. Something like that. I think it would have communicated the idea equally well.

FINAL THOUGHTS: Having looked at a very specific part of the album like this, I wonder about the “writing exercise” thing she mentioned on the Graham Norton show. Multiple people have said that the concept album idea does not work for them, and I think I personally agree, but furthermore, Taylor developing entire songs about a word or a specific image appears to be pretty hit or miss, since we sometimes end up with these forced lyrics where you can just tell they needed that line and wondered how to make it fit with the rest of the song instead of having it come naturally. That said: as the good examples illustrate, Taylor is a capable writer and knows what she is doing.

[horce-divorce]

Sometimes i wish corporations WERE people so I could challenge them to fisticuffs.

I bought a 3 pack of these fruity little pill cases off Amazon last summer and I was sooo excited, I've been using the blue Walgreens version of this pill case for YEARS and ALL I EVER wanted was for it to look like a citrus fruit. It made me insane every time I took a pill out of it and it's exactly the right shape and even sectioned off just like a citrus but it's fucking BLUE. It's still my favorite pill case but come the fuck on, who designed this? You had a CLEAR opportunity to make a little fruity thing and instead it's Social Media Blue. fuck. where is the joie de vivre?

Anyway I can't find the blue one to compare them right now but here's one, there was also a grapefruit and an orange.

It's cute, right? I was so happy I went and gave them a 4 or 5 star review right away.

And then ALL THREE OF THESE THINGS BROKE WITHIN A WEEK. literally like a single week. And in multiple ways. The pink one fucking exploded, the button and spring from the center came completely apart and I can't get them reassembled in any functional way. I'm pretty sure the orange one doesn't spin anymore. The green one still sorta spins, but it sticks sooo bad the button barely works and I have to turn the compartment by just... grabbing the next one and dragging it into place manually lmao. I can feel the tension in the spring about to give, this one will go the same way as the pink one, I'm just stubbornly refusing to stop using it until it does.

Anyway, I went back and edited my 5* review down to 2 or 3 pretty quickly and mentioned that every single one of the items broke immediately, I basically got to use each color once before they crapped out. Ive had that stupid blue Walgreens one for almost a decade and it works just fine.

And those bastards didn't even RECORD that. Not only did they not post my edit, I cant even FIND my edited review anywhere in my account. The 5* one is still up, of course.

(And yes I checked; sadly, the lid from the citrus fruit doesn't fit inside the blue case, so I can't just swap the tops.)

I shouldn't be surprised. We all know Amazon is trash by now, and I've been seeing an increasing number of Amazon sellers offering incentives for reviewers to lie. sometimes the reviews even tell you they were bribed. I miss the days when you could leave an honest Amazon review for a product you bought elsewhere.

Old man yells at cloud. I sound like "Posting online used to mean something! Businesses used to have integrity!" lmfao. That's not what I'm saying. Amazon.com was always a shithole, I'm just extra mad at them about my pill cases bc this one was personal. This hurt my feelings more than my wallet. I'm gay, you cant dangle fruity little accesories in front of me like this :( it's inhumane!!!!

Anyway there's no point to this, I'm just so annoyed. I want Amazon to replace my stupid little pill cases but they won't ever do that because it would require sacrificing .0000000000000000000001% of their profits so obviously that's foolish of me!

[sicjimin]

— A Public (Hidden) Signs —

Part 1.

a.n : hi !! this is a request, actually. And wow i didn't expect it will came out this long ! sooo, i will split it into 2 parts 😁 i hope this won't be boring to read , and for anon, again i'm sorry this takes long ... i hope you're still around and like it !

tw : emeto, mpreg, graphic description of vomiting

Jimin could think of hundreds reasons of why he's feeling sick—that he also has been giving out to any other person too, "it's the jetlag, i was too exhausted", "i haven't eat anything yet maybe my stomach was upset", "i think i still get caught on the plane, i have motion sickness", "dancing way too hard always makes me nauseous to be honest, the weather tonight was quite hot too i think i lack of fresh air" — everytime they found him at the trashcan near the stage stairs, or at the change room hunching over the bag while makeup artist was left frozen not knowing what's the right step to do in the 5 minutes VCR left, or when he's disappearing few minutes before going on stage and came back with glassy eyes and red nose. And he always brushed it off, believing that all the reasons he had spewed out was actually the right reasons—he means, what else could it be? he just has sensitive stomach, and it has been that way since he's a child ; and he also always vomited only once in a day (even though it's almost happen everyday) and then he's feeling better. So he sees no reason to make a big deal to go for a check up—even Yoongi has given up at his stubbornness.

But like the saying—as good as a squirrel could jump, they bout to fall too someday.

And the saying fits Jimin now.

If he could say, today was one of the bad borderline worse day he ever had. He never felt this sick in his almost 28 years of his life. Something is definitely wrong with him.

It's started at the crack ass dawn, 2 AM, that he stirs awake. His sleep-clouded brain hasn't caught up on anything that could make him suddenly awake at this time as he looks around at his dimmed bedroom. Yoongi is still sleeping soundly, curled on his side as little snores came out of his lips. There's no misscall or any urgent messages either in his phone. There's no noises other than white static buzz from the unwatched television and Yoongi's breathing. Jimin frowns, as he feels something is off with him. He huffs—and moves his hand to curls around his stomach and give it a hesitant rub. It feels bloated. But as far as he can remember, he didn't eat that much yesterday? He even skipped dinner as they both too exhausted after the press conference and rehearsal. His frowns get deeper when the rubbing turns out pressing a wrong spot that makes him burp—he shuddered. It feels gross. It tastes like jjajangmyeon he ate for lunch earlier. He sits up, wanting to wash the aftertaste away by drinking the water—but apparently his body think that was a wrong movement, as the water sloshes around his stomach, and before he can react, it splashes back to the back of his throat. Jimin gasps, quickly clamping his mouth—as he can feels not only water, but his other stomach content also climbing up as his stomach contracts with a gag—and dashes to the bathroom.

But the force of his nausea is too strong to contain. Jimin lets out a loud, gagging belch and covers his mouth with both hands at the bathroom door. He can feel the bitter, acidic taste of his vomit in his mouth and throat. He barely make it on time as he bends over the toilet bowl and lets out another loud belch, then throws up. The retching and vomiting becoming more violent as the minutes pass. His stomach muscles contract and flutter, as if they are squeezing out the last of his lunch. At one point, some solid food comes back up—he can make the black color it's from his jjajangmyeon earlier.

"Jimin-ah .."

Jimin is so caught up in the sickness that he doesn't even notice his boyfriend right behind him, gently rubbing his back and massaging his nape. It does seem to help, too, because the force and intensity of nausea finally subsides a bit. After a minute or two, he leans back with a deep sigh of relief. "I... i wake you up?", he croaks out, sniffling as he reaches for toilet paper and wipes his teary eyes, nose, and wet lips. "I'm sorry .."

"Nah, i wake up on my own. I don't feel you beside me and then i heard you vomiting", Yoongi says softly as he flushes the toilet and settles beside the latter. "What's wrong? Why are you not waking me up if you feel sick?"

"I also don't know hyung .. it was so sudden", Jimin replies, grimacing a bit when he can still taste the bile and remnant of vomit coating his tongue. "Let me rinse my mouth a bit .. it feels weird, and makes me nauseous again", he shuffles, swaying a bit as he stands up and walk to the sink. Yoongi trails behind him silently, even watching his every movement to rinse his mouth and brushing his teeth from the mirror. Like a possessive kitten—especially with his hair fresh from sleep and sticking up everywhere.

The older quickly swoop him back to bed, making Jimin rests his head on his chest while he plays with the blonde lock. "Are you feeling better now? Want anything?"

"Mhm ..", Jimin shrugs, "It was so weird, i was feeling fine before sleeping, and then i feel bloated. I tried to drink but then ..", he groans, nuzzling further into his boyfriend crooks. "I think it was the jjajangmyeon"

"Really?", Yoongi frowns. "But i ate the same thing with you though? And i feel fine?"

Jimin shrugs again, not wanting to think too much as exhaustion catching up on him again. "Dunno ... you know my stomach is weird these days", he yawns, gaining a coos and ruffles on his hair, "That's why you should check up, Min .. there's nothing wrong with it"

"Meh .. i will feel better then"

"You are so stubborn"

"But you love me", Jimin yawns again, his words starts to slur.

"I do", Yoongi hums, "Sleep now"

***

Jimin is wrong—utterly completely wrong. Because as he woke up this morning, nausea been latching on him like a sticky tape. He hasn't throw up again yet, but he definitely will soon. He had been gagging on his hand after finishing his scrambled egg for breakfast that he ate with lots of effort. He had sucking the mint candy hard and desperately while clutching Yoongi's hand as the older whispering a comforting words on the car as his motion sickness adding the intensity of nausea waves over him. It's just .. bad. It feels like he's waiting for something to completely knocked off his resilliance and makes him throw up all over the floor.

"Still sick, love?", Yoongi plops beside him, sitting on the edge of couch that occupied by Jimin as soon as the rehearsal over. The heat outside making him dizzy, so he rushes inside as soon as the music stops and curling himself small on the couch. Jimin nods, not daring to open his mouth as his tongue feels like it's weight a ton—and he's afraid that he might vomit if he attempt to speak as he had been quietly belching on his fist for the past 10 minutes.

"Is there anything that could help?", Yoongi asks again, brushing sweaty locks that framing Jimin's flushed cheeks. Jimin shakes his head, squeezing his eyes tight. "Stay here ..", he grits through his clenched teeth, immediately taking a big deep inhale as nausea rises few levels when he opens his mouth.

"That bad?", without opening his eyes, Jimin can tell that the older is frowning hard.

"Mhm .."

Yoongi sighs, not moving an inch from his position as he keeps placing a soft touch all over the younger body, and shushing away every questions and confused gazes that the other members thrown at them. They stay like that for 15 minutes, before Jimin groans, "Gosh .. i'm going to the bathroom, it's better if i throw up now", he grunts, then snatching Yoongi's wrist to go with him to the bathroom.

True to his words, his body knows that it's a greenlight when it comes to the bathroom as Jimin immediately gagging as soon as they see the bathroom door. "Fuck", he breathes out between his clamped mouth and pick up his paces. He didn't get to find a proper position first before he lets loose another loud, heaving belch. It was empty at first. He sucks a deep breathe, as his stomach readying itself. "Hyung—", he chokes out, blindly searching for the older hands for support. "I feel so sick .."

"I know, love .. it's okay. You will feel bett—", Jimin cut off the comforting words with a deep guttural gag, followed by something solid comes up to his throat. It was harsh, as he almost dived himself to the bowl with how hard his stomach contracts. He cough up a lumpy, wet chunk of food. It stings the back of his throat and he has to work several times to get it all up. "Hyung ..", Jimin pants in the lull of it, as he keep heaving until the bile is all clear. But even after everything's out of his stomach, his stomach continues to rumble and heave. He burps several times and groans out another belch, still very queasy.

"Better?", Yoongi asks as he reaches to flushes the full toilet. Jimin shakes his head, sniffling as he stares at the swirling water. There gone his breakfast. "I don't know .. i still feel nauseous", Jimin croaks out as he press his stomach—triggering a burp.

Yoongi hums understandingly, "You're breaking cold sweat, Min. Do you want me to asks for medicine?"

"Mhm", Jimin hums before cursing under his breath, as nausea washes over him again. He gags, letting out few sprays of clear water. "Fuck .. that's it .. i'm done", he moans, letting himself slumps against the toilet seat.

"Baby .. that's dirty", Yoongi peels him away, then helps him cleans up, as Jimin clings to him—losing all his energy.

Jimin get all the stares he was expecting as soon as he and Yoongi back to the waiting room. "Sick again hyung?", Jungkook scoots closer to him while Yoongi moves around to get the meds and something light for him to much. He can't go on stage on an empty stomach, especially remembering how hard their choreo is. "Mhm", Jimin mumbles, resting his head over the younger shoulder. "You don't want to sit this one, Jimin-ah?", Namjoon asks from somewhere, "Yeah .. it's better rather than you faint on the stage", Jin chimes in too, causing Jimin to frowns at the suggestions, "No .. i can do this. And isn't it a hastle to sit me out on this one? You're making the staff works more, they need to put out an announcement, and don't you think the fans wont be dissapointed—"

"Jimin-ah, watch your tone. Breathe", Hobi cuts his rambles, and Jimin gasps, realizing what he has been spitting out and to Whom he did it. "Oh gosh .. Joon hyung .. Jin hyung .. i'm so sorry i don't know what's going on i just feel tired but it didn't excuse i lashed out like that i'm so sorry i didn't meant to—"

"Sshh ... Jimin-ah, baby ..", Yoongi peels him away from Jungkook, "Ssh .. it's okay. Joon and Jin-hyung understand you didn't mean bad. Right?"

"Yes, Jimin-ah, we're just concerned for you", Namjoon hums, squatting in front of the blonde and pat his shoulders in comforting manners, "Relax Min, i'm not upset"

"Mhm, hyung just concerned. That's it. If you think you can handle it then that's fine", Jin chimes in, ruffling his hair. Jimin sniffles, " 'm sorry .. i don't know what's getting into me"

Yoongi smiles, "Here .. there's energy bar and medicine that supposed to calm down your stomach"

***

The medicine didn't work. Jimin is tired. He has lost count how many times today he had to hide under the blind spot on the stage to bend over his knees—catching his breath while gagging at the same time. At one point, he managed to push out a gush of water over the trashcan that the staff has prepared—looking at his predicament, as that's the only thing he took during the concert. By the time the encore done, Jimin was left exhausted.

"Still nauseous?", Yoongi asks as they prepared to leave. Jimin sprawl at the couch, looking slightly paler. His usually plump lips has gone chapped with how much he throws up and gagging today. It feels like water has left his body just in 5 minutes after he took it. "Mhm ..", Jimin hums, letting Yoongi pull himself to stand up as they leave to the car. "I feel like my soul has got sucked out"

Yoongi chuckles, holding the younger by his shoulders. "Still don't want to go to the hospital? We can get a quick check up, love .. you throws up a lot, i'm worried"

Jimin groans, as he shuffles to the seat. Yoongi plops besides him. "I just want to sleep now hyung. And we're in a foreign country", he sighs. Deep down he also want to put this on stop. Feeling nauseous all the time has driving him crazy actually. "When we go back to Korea?", Jimin bargains, and it swells his heart as he sees Yoongi lits up at his words. He yelps when the older leans forward to steal a quick peck, "Deal"

***

If Jimin tought yesterday was bad, then today must've classified as Worst.

Today, the kitchen sink is the victim of his morning routine, and it was triggered by the hotel breakfast buffet. But he can't pinpoint which one that causing it as he took few small portion from the menu and ran with it. It was when he's back in his room and getting ready that his stomach starts to churn.

Before he knows it, he already lounged to the sink, hands gripping the marble counter with a force that makes his nail white, as his body wracked with discomfort and queasiness. The sound of his gagging and retching into the metal sink echoes throughout the small hotel room. The vomit splattering against the sink in heavy, wet sprays. It's not the usual soupy chunks, but a mess of bile and chunky food matter, like a brown, wet gravy. Jimin's eyes water as he keeps trying to purge the food from his stomach that's so desperate to come back up.

"Gosh .. you're throwing up a lot, love", Yoongi coos from the back. His hand adding the pressure around the younger back, patting it as he chokes on a particular deep gag—resulting in a heavy plops of thick vomit. Maybe it was the dessert this times. Jimin splutters, turning the tap, desperately to rinse his mouth and getting rid of the mess. The sight making him want to hurl more. "All of my breakfast .. ", he sniffles, "Gone hyung .."

"I know", Yoongi answers as he peels himself away to get his boyfriend glass of water. He winces when new found gag can be heard again. He trudges there back, swiping Jimin's hair in one swift motion and tied it before focusing again to the vomiting session in hand. It took him another few dry heaves before his stomach deemed it done.

"I'm so tired hyung ..", Jimin sighs, slumping against the counter as he's too tired to walk to the couch and rest properly. Yoongi is about to reply, when both of their phone ring—their manager is calling, and it's time to go. Jimin groans, before stomping his feet to go.

And it was just like yesterday, except this time Jimin didn't get to bring himself to the bathroom—instead snatching a plastic bag on the table to vomit. He didn't even know what's causing it this time. He had been feeling nauseated as always when he's in the car, but he was just resting on the couch when nausea mounting quickly. He jolts from his position, before projectile vomiting into the plastic bag. His whole body heaving with the force of each painful retch. The vomit is almost all liquid now, barely any solid chunks to his stomach's content at last.

"Jimin ..", someone was beside him, wrapping his arms around his shoulder as Jimin ducked his head down to the bag. He's past feeling embarassed as the sickness is feeling more overwhelming. "Sorry ..", still he feels bad for everyone in the tiny room have to hear him tossing his guts out.

"It's okay .. let it out"

And Jimin back at it—he coughs and sputters his way through another bout of dry heaving, expelling even more water from his body until he's practically bent over, head almost touching his knees if it wasn't for someone holding his shoulder, with his hands gripping the bag tightly. He closes his eyes and lets his tears fall as his body rumbles and churns violently without anything left inside his stomach. "Ah ... hurts", he moans when he finally managed to straighten himself.

"Better?"

Ah, apparently it was Seokjin. Yoongi was also crouching beside him with worry apparent in his eyes. He accepts water that the older hands him, taking a little sips as he isn't sure if his stomach want to cooperate now. "Thank you hyung", he murmurs, letting Seokjin take the bag away and Yoongi scurries to his side. "Baby .. you sure you still want to—"

"Hyung .. please", Jimin pleas, tired of this circling conversation. "I'm sorry .. i'm just—"

"Worried .. i know", Jimin sighs.

"Jimin-ah", Seokjin trudges towards him, but now with IV on his hand. "Do you want to take this? It will help you dehydrated, and maybe feeling better before we go up there"

Jimin nods, willing to accept anything as long as he can go on stage. Yoongi trails beside him as they walk to the emergency make-shift room, and he held his hand during the process.

The IV works wonder—Jimin was estatic that he gonna get to end the concert without a significant hitch. He was able to push through 3/4 of the concert without wanting to throw up. The nausea is still there, but at least it's never spiked up until he needs to throw up. But little did he know that it was a calm before storms—as by the time for encore, it feels like the vitamin and liquid that has been injected to him vanished into thin air. Nausea crashing at him in full force as they are singing So What—that requires him to jump around and be as energetic as he can. He did try to slow down his pace, not jumping around as much ; but it's just inevitable as he sees the audience jumping around too. How can he not gives back the same amount of energy? Even though it's at the cost of feeling his stomach content jolts at the back of his throat every time he jumps.

He reached his peak during Anpanman—the bouncy castles tipped him off the edge. After several, agonizing minutes of wrestling with his body and fighting nausea, Jimin finally just can't keep himself from being sick again. He walks away from the bouncy castles, hoping that it would lessen the churning on his stomach from the movement. But apparently his stomach has become to sensitive, that even walking around making the queasiness intensifies. His muscles feel weak and his head light—Jimin stands still, his ears ringing in between the roar of his blood rushing and the thump of his in-ear monitor ; before he rushes to the back. He can't think of anything but not vomiting his guts out on the stage. He just hopes that he didn't run off on his part. He barely make it to the stairs, when he belches. He cupped his mouth, hoping that the staff already know what's going on and turn off his mic. By the time he got down, his cheeks already filled with vomit.

Staff running off to him, catching his swaying body by the end of stairs and immediately handing him a sick bag. Jimin didn't need to try—one burp already enough to fill the bag with his stomach contents. He sucks a deep breathe ; it hurts to do so, as he still also panting from adrenaline on the stage. His breath comes as a painful gasps, before his stomach belches violently, and he feels a hot, greasy mess flow up his throat and into his mouth. He gags and burps as a bigger wave of vomit flows into the bag. His body shakes and trembles with discomfort. "Oh gosh...", he mutters again, closing his eyes and waiting for the latest bout of illness to fade.

He barely keep his consciousness during the whole ordeal as he can't pull the sick bag away from his mouth—suddenly, he's already in the emergency room, with staff surrounding him. One holding an oxygen can, another fanning him, and another helping him to hold the sick bag.

"Jimin!"