#big angsty oof

[rubin-therubix-loverofblorbos]

The brotherhood is not past experimenting on sentient, humanoid beings. By the way, did you hear about that "Ghoul Farm" where they tried to create Half-Mutants by kidnapping and breeding both feral and non-feral ghouls? And some of the ghouls escaped in a break-out planned by a ghoul that remains unnamed except for their initials, J.H.? Also, what is that weird tag-like rip in the mayor's ear that looks old but hasn't really closed up yet? I'm not a doctor but it looks to be in its late twenties. Isn't his 26-year-old bodyguard half-ghoul?

[reiningsoral]

the good news is I figured out why my brain hated me last night. the bad news is it's because i am ill

[vomitpukey]

Henry would affectionately comb through Jack's nonexistent hair and whisper sweet words to him, saying how handsome he looks with his several pounds of makeup on, and Jack would get flustered and giggle. He'd put Jack's hands in his and let go only to trace around the springlock scars on his arm, saying how he's still surprised Jack doesn't see the beauty in them, how absolutely gorgeous they are simply because they're on *his* body. Henry, of course, loves every single inch of his husband's body, scars and all. Jack starts wearing shirts with shorter sleeves and isn't as afraid to let the world see his skin because of this.

Eventually, the two head off to their bedroom.

"Did you think they'd look this pretty when you were laughing over my body?"

Jack asks, rolling over towards Henry's side of the bed. A moment of silence happens, tension starting to fill the air.

"I had no intentions of pursuing you romantically back then, Jack."

The scene stops, Henry clearly shocked.

"Answer the question."

The doctor sighs, putting a hand to his head and avoiding eye contact.

"I never considered it once. This-"

He motions to the both of them, to the bedroom they're in. The mockery of their house begins to melt around them.

"-was never supposed to happen. You... My plan was for you to have died 50 years ago, Jack. I never thought you'd stay, that you would live on, that you would love me, that I would ever experience love again."

Jacks own face begins to melt. Henry realizes this isn't real. This can't be real.

Black tears fall from his face.

"I never thought that you'd forgive me."

Henry bolts upright with a gasp, the doctor sweating as he looks beside him, his husband sleeping soundly next to him.

He doesn't realize he's been crying until Jack wakes up, the other just hugging him.

"I'm so, so sorry."

[nevertheless-moving]

Gotta figure that at least 50% of those spidermans were very delibrately not putting their all into the big chase scene, bare minimum 10% actively sabotaging. like oh no we're on a train to the moon, guess we're stuck and can't go after him anymore.

Please.

Running in a pack, big crowd of the chattiest superheros to ever live (and theres a lot of chatty fucking superheroes), several dozen of them with front row seats to the big reveal-

"so why are we after this kid?" "He wants to stop one of his canon events" "his canon events?" "a canon event." "You mean-" "Wait what did she say, we're chasing this guy because he wants to keep his girlfriend from falling to her death?" "Uh. Not sure. Might be the childhood friend - watch your heads - turning evil thing." "I thought those were fixed points? Like you couldn't stop them no matter how much you time traveled back?" "There he is!" "Wait you have time travel?" "No but I heard the spider from earth 1116a-" "Wait if it's fixed then what's the harm in letting him try" "come on you know the multiverse-" "he's trying to keep his boyfriend from dying? Why the fuck are we chasing him?" "Well miguel said-" "you mean Grimdark angsty spiderman?" "Huh?" "No, not you, vampire - incoming, mind your legs - vampire grimdark angsty spiderman-" "oh, him. Isn't he a bit-" "I feel like the trying is what matters, i mean even if he fails-" "so he is a vampire!" "ummm yeah no hold up im not totally comfortable with this whole-" "who's trying to do what? Ooh, got line of sight on him, he's totally webbed in 3,2, AaAghh" "Oh shoot, haha I must have tripped on Spider-Banana-Man whoops, sorry -" "ugh whattever, lost the shot anyway" "Cant believe Spider-Rex boffed it like that, theyre usually great at ambush-" "I heard his uncle-" "No his dad-" "oof, thats-" "Wow is it just me or are we really tripping over each other today" "Hey do you know why we're chasing after this-"

[soft4gguk]

to build a home | chapter fifteen

Pairing: Jungkook x reader. ceo!jk + dilf!jk x nanny!oc

Genre: strangers to lovers. angst. fluff. smut.

Word count: 12.2k

Warnings: oof. let me keep it brief so i don’t spoil too much! it’s angsty. a looooong walk down memory lane. reminiscing. its kinda sad. but lucy’s holds oc through it all! bathroom quickie lol. unprotected sex (do better ok). a lil choking. a lil spanking. jk being an ass man!!!!! team mingyus u get to see ur boy!!! big gasp towards the end. 

Author’s note:  oh, boy! what have i DONE? lol. i’m not gonna say much. only that i love y’all with all my heart and i truly cannot wait to book club the fuck out of this chappie. sending x’s & o’s your way, always!!!!! <33333

This is a work of fiction. Please respect the members and their privacy. x

Chapter Fifteen

In the forty minutes you sleep, you manage to dream. It’s soft, tender and blue. It’s the ocean and Jungkook’s face, the sand on your toes, on your hands, falling from your fingers and getting caught in the wind, some landing on your face. He calls your name, beckoning you over, smile inviting as he walks backwards into the vastness of the sea. You smile, on your feet in no time before you’re running towards him, feet splashing salty water all over as you join him. You’re in his arms the second you’re close enough to him, legs wrapped around his waist as he lets his body fall into the water, deep, blue, your body never letting go of his. 

Your eyes open gently, head on his chest in the same position you’d fallen asleep in. Soori’s babbles coming from the baby monitor sound muffled as you incorporate yourself back into consciousness. Jungkook’s body is warm against the palm of your hand, breath steady as his chest rises and falls. You look up at him, not ready to leave his side, not ready to do what your brain demands of you the moment you start slipping into wakefulness. You close your eyes, snuggle your head in his chest once more, arm wrapping around him as you pull him closer to you ever so gently. He reciprocates your actions in his sleep, arm wrapping tighter around you as his head sinks further into the pillows. Soori’s not crying, you could probably stay like this for twenty more minutes, wrapped in his arms, closing your eyes and letting your mind and body be consumed with him so you don’t have to think. To really think. 

But you know it’s no use. You know that it’s over, whether you grant yourself the thirty minutes or not. It makes your heart ache, too weak to feel anger anymore. Too weak to even protest and try to put up a fight. You feel tears well up in the corner of yours eyes, and if you let them fall now, they won’t be able to stop. You pull away from him, your movements gentle as to not wake him up. You feel the bed move, making you stop in your tracks and glancing back to make sure he’s not awake. He simply lays on his side, snuggling himself into a pillow, his breathing letting you know that he’s still in deep sleep. You let yourself look at him, taking in his face, his body. He’s so beautiful it hurts. He’s so beautiful your heart begins to regain its strength some, becoming aware of him, swimming through the mud, about to beg you to keep going. But your brain is faster as you close your eyes, turning around and heading for the door. God, it hurts. It hurts to wake up, it hurts to walk. It hurts to feel him all over your body, the traces of the night you just shared still taking over your senses. His smell, his touch, the exhaustion that takes over you that borders as sweet because your body remains in that fucked out bliss only he knows how to put you in. 

The most reasonable part of you begs you to be strong. 

The most tender part of you begs you to turn back around.

You leave his room. 

You’re basically on your tiptoes, closing the door behind you gently, abstaining from making any noise. You think you manage pretty well, chanting victory a little too soon as you turn around and pretty much jump in place, hand coming to your mouth as you let out a yelp at the sight of Lucy standing in the hallway. 

“Good morning,” she says, jutting her hip out and tapping her feet on the ground as she crosses her arms in front of her body. 

“You scared the living shit out of me,” you whisper yell at her. 

“Of course I did, because you just got caught.”

You sigh, admitting defeat. “Come get Soori with me. She’s awake.”

“Will you explain?”

“Yes.”

“Okay,” she says, opening the door to your room. “Put some pants on first. And panties.”

“Shit,” you say, looking back at Jungkook’s room. 

“No use now. He’s got himself a souvenir.”

“Don’t be witty right now,” you tell her, rummaging through your bags to find a pair of pants. And panties. 

“___, you were bawling your eyes out last night. I was literally scared you’d put yourself through dehydration or something. So imagine my surprise when Jimin wakes me up in the middle of the night to tell me that it sounded like someone was doing construction work inside of Jungkook’s room.” 

You bring your hand to your mouth, eyes widening in surprise at her words. “Oh my God.”

“Relax. He went to get a glass of water, we couldn’t hear anything. I’m sure nobody did.”

“Thank God,” you sigh.

“That is not the point. What is going on, ___?”

“It’s a long story,” she’s about to protest, “I’ll tell you over breakfast. Let’s get Soori first, though.”

She lets out a sigh of relief. “Let’s.”

~

And so you begin the recount of events. 

As you get Soori out of bed, you begin to tell her about that night, omitting any explicit details, of course. You tell her how you told him you loved him, tell her about his silence, about the way you dismissed your words in fear he wouldn’t reciprocate them. She passes you one of Soori’s sundresses, a cute black and white polka dotted one. 

“And what happened then?” She asks, rummaging through the suitcase Jungkook had packed for her and looking for a bow to match. 

“He didn’t say it back.”

“Oh,” she says, face falling even though she knew that much would be true. 

“Yeah. I guess at first I was just trying for it not to… hurt as much as it did. Sunday was nice, we spent the whole day by the pool with Soo. I don’t know. It almost made me feel like I could live with it, you know? With the fact that he hadn’t said it back.”

“Yeah, I get you. We like to tell ourselves lies to keep our feelings at bay. It’s a woman thing.”

The three of you sit on the floor, Soori in the middle as you brush her hair and get to work on her little pigtails whilst Lucy plays with her, helping her stack her pink wooden cubes on top of one another. You tell her about your rollercoaster of emotions, going through a failed attempt at suppressing your feelings, then the feminine rage all the way to the sadness plummeting so hard through you it made you restless. 

“I should’ve known. Nobody sings Good Luck, Babe by Chappell Roan like that for no reason.”

You laugh, albeit weakly. “Don’t feel bad. I knew that the moment I told you, it’d be real.” 

“No, I get that. But I just can’t believe that you went through all of this by yourself. I wish I could’ve… been there.”

You put a hand on top of hers, Soori following in your steps as she puts her chubby hand on top of yours, making the both of you laugh. Lucy looks at Soori, then back at you, concern lacing her features as she asks,

“Then what happened?”

You make your way down the stairs, Soori on your hip as she babbles sweet nothings to her giraffe and Lucy follows suit. You tell her about the book you’d found in Jungkook’s living room, the one filled with pictures of him and Ira. 

“God, they were really in love, weren’t they?”

“Yeah. Seems like it.”

“What on Earth happened?” Lucy asks, making her way into the kitchen, reaching down to pick Soori’s giraffe up that she’d dropped, smiling at her as she places it back in her hands. 

“That’s the thing, I don’t know. I have no clue about what could’ve possibly driven her to…,” you halt your words, not wanting to finish the sentence in front of Soori, as oblivious as she was right now as you sat her down on her high chair. 

“Jimin has said things to me,” she starts, her words a bit weak. “I mean, nothing much. Or too specific. But he told me Jungkook tried. He told me he really tried. He was a good partner to her… just like he’s a good dad to Soori.”

“You know, it’s funny. I never once for a second thought he wasn’t.”

“I did. I mean- you know him better than I do. And it all sounded so complex to me I thought that maybe he’d driven her away. But Jimin- he talks about Ira with so much spite. Almost hatred. And they used to be close. I mean, she’s in a picture frame at his parents’ house, for God’s sake! He made them remove it, of course, but-” you take her words in, looking into her eyes. “I don’t know. He tried and she left. That’s all I’ve gathered from what he’s said.”

“Yeah. I guess the picture book really made me realize that… they’d loved each other. Very much.”

“What happened then?”

You look at her, a bit of shame lacing your features. You look at the kitchen counter, remembering that night. 

“Well,” you start and your tone of voice gives you away. 

“Oh, brother.”

You tell her about that night, in code, of course. Tell her about how it’d been a weak moment for you, how the little altercation you’d had before had set the mood for the tension to be released in one way or the other. And well, you were only human. A bit weak at times. You also tell her how it made you feel even sadder, though. How having him physically but not emotionally was really beginning to take a toll on you the more you pondered on your situation. You both get started with breakfast, cutting Soori’s fruit and putting some on her high chair before you get to frying eggs, mashing avocados, toasting bread, making coffee. You tell her about your sad girl hours, well into the night. 

“I’ve stalked all of Jimin’s exes on Instagram. It was pure torture. I can’t imagine having so much access to her on Google. I think it would send me spiraling,” she says, passing you the spatula. 

“Oh, it did. The worst part is that I couldn’t hate her. I mean, there she was, on my phone screen, looking perfect with her sweet, low voice, saying all the right things. How can I hate her?” You flip your egg.

“I’ve heard a lot of those things are fabricated, though.”

“I don’t know, Lu. The way Mai and Taehyung talk about her in that book… it was all adding up.”

She sighs, taking a sip of her latte, passing a tiny square of avocado toast to Soori that she’d cut up. She takes it, smiling at her, making her swoon. She gets your attachment to her now. She’s so sweet. 

You decide to take breakfast to the garden, the morning serene before you, sky settling into darker shades of Blue. The waves of the ocean can be heard from where you stand and the air feels fresh, clean. You tell her about Jungkook closing his deal, about the night you’d called her in a desperate bout, asking her what to wear. You tell her about Lily. She understands, doesn’t judge when you tell her how jealous you’d felt, how it’d made your blood boil as she threw innuendos at him. 

“Oh, I would’ve-,” she looks over at Soori, who blows a raspberry before shoving a piece of egg right into her mouth. “She would’ve heard a number from me, certainly.”

“What can I say, though? Yeah, Lily. Don’t flirt with my- my boss! Who I have romantic feelings for because he talks to me so very sweetly and he,” you look down at Soori. “He is really good at… frolicking me.”

She lets out a loud laugh, hand covering her mouth as she’s mid bite. “Fair enough. Ugh!”

You laugh a little, too. Your heart finding respite in your best friend. “I know. So annoying.”

“I mean, he is quite handsome, ___.”

“Yeah. I never wanted to get a paper bag over his head more.”

She chuckles at your words, shaking her head before she’s sighing for what feels like the millionth time today. “Then what happened?”

You look up at her, bringing your iced coffee to your lips and taking a sip. 

“We frolicked.”

“___! What is it with this vicious cycle you’re in?”

“I don’t know! It just keeps happening! In my defense, he just… frolicked me with his-,” you point at your tongue. “That’s all we did.”

“That is not the feminist act you think it is.”

You chuckle. “Trust me, I know.”

“But then again, I can’t blame you.”

“You should.”

“I would never.”

You smile at her. It’s almost funny, the way your chest feels a little lighter, the way you can laugh through it all, even as you walk down memory lane on some of the saddest days of your life. Lucy was magic. 

“I was emotionally hungover the next day. All I could think about was how I was standing under Ira’s shadow. How maybe… I don’t know, he’d never be able to love me the way he loved her.”

“I get that. I mean, those are some big shoes to fill. And it has nothing to do with you. It’s more so all the years they spent together, everything they went through, you know,” she nods in Soori’s direction, “the whole ass child they had together.”

“Yeah,” you sigh. 

“So… what exactly happened yesterday? You were in pretty bad shape.”

You tell her about Mingyu. About what Jungkook said to you. She flinches, eyes squinting as she viscerally reacts to his low blow. 

“Ouch.”

“Yeah. Ouch.”

“So much to unpack here.”

“Good luck trying.”

“I mean, he was jealous. Dare I say, he is jealous. And I mean, I can almost understand him. Not saying you did anything wrong, but he did walk inside his kitchen and there you were, drinking peppermint tea with his friend, wearing his navy blue Ralph Lauren sweater!”

“It was bad judgment on my part, I can admit. But also, I didn’t mean for it to mean anything. I was just… cold. And dumb.”

“You are not dumb. He’s dumb! Because if he would’ve been aware of you, if he got his head of out his ass then he would’ve been the one drinking peppermint tea with you and you would’ve been wearing his navy blue Ralph Lauren sweater. I bet you they have the same one.”

Her words make you laugh. “His words sure did sting, though.”

“Duh, no wonder. He was a bit brutal.”

“Like, does he really think I would do something like that?”

“And what if you did? I mean, ethically speaking, flirting with your boss’ friend is wrong. But, flirting with… a guy. At a BBQ? What’s wrong with that!”

“He’s his friend, Lucy.”

“And that’s what he gets for not making it exclusive and going back and forth with his little boy feelings! Playing with yours in the process!”

“It’s more complicated than that,” you defend.

“___,” she huffs, taking your hand in hers and looking into your eyes. “You are in a situationship.”

“Oh, God,” you gasp.

“With a grown ass man. A twenty eight year old male Paris Hilton.” You store that remark for when you need a laugh in the future, right now you’re too busy digesting her words. “Who also happens to be your boss. The person that puts food in your plate.”

“I know!”

“Yeah!”

“God!”

“Christ, even!”

“Fuck.” you whisper.

“I take it you guys didn’t really talk about what happened last night, you just got to… frolicking?”

“Yeah.” You lower your head in shame. “I just- I told myself that it was going to be the last time. That I’d confront him today- well, confront is a big word. I don’t want to fight. I don’t want to make this any harder than it already is. Plus, I have to think about Soori. I can’t leave her. We’re just gonna have to learn how to be civil about all of this.”

“So you’re breaking up with him?” She sounds surprised. You frown.

“Breaking up is a big word for Elmo. We are not together.”

She decides to store your remark for a future laugh, she’s too busy digesting your words right now. “Just like that?”

“Just like what, Lu? I mean, what else is there? I- I pour my heart out to him. I tell him I love him. I give him all the time in the world for him to say it back. Say anything back! And nothing. He doesn’t love me. And it’s hurting me, Lucy. It’s hurting me so bad. The uncertainty, the hiding, the back and forth. I don’t think I can take it any longer.”

Lucy takes it all in. Sees the pain in your eyes, hears the desperation in your words. She feels it, too. Not just because she’s your best friend, and truly, genuinely believes you guys are connected through celestial magic, but also because she knew the feeling a little too well. The heart ache, the restless feeling that takes over you when love isn’t reciprocated, the anxiety of it all. She knows what it feels like to be so close to giving up. 

“You’re right,” she says. “You’re right, ___. You don’t deserve any of it. You don’t deserve having to sit through the uncertainty, you don’t deserve to be with someone that keeps you a secret. You don’t deserve to feel any of what you’ve felt in these past couple of weeks.” Her saying the words back to you hurt more than you uttering them, and it makes you realize that you were perhaps hoping she’d say the opposite. “It must’ve been horrible – to bare your heart out to him like that and not hearing it back. It must’ve been horrible to have to see him every day. For him to be completely oblivious towards your feelings.” 

“Yeah.” Your words are faint, barely there. 

Matter of fact, Lucy knows what it’s like to give up entirely. To completely submit yourself to what you so strongly believe is fate. She thinks of Jimin, a smile forming at her lips like muscle memory at the mere thought of him. She thinks of how deflated her heart felt the day she met him, how her pillow had been silent witness to her tears just the night before after she’d longingly stared at her computer screen, some love story making her crave what she thought could only be found in movies and fairy tales. She’d given up, yes. She’d sworn off men, had encouraged herself to be a little more realistic. To use her logic when it came to romance. 

Jimin had dismantled all of that with only five words. 

“Hi. I’m Jimin, and you?”

“But I don’t think you’ve tried hard enough.” Her words make you flinch, looking at her with confusion, feeling a little defensive from the get go. “Listen to me. Yes, you did the big, brave thing. You told him you loved him, you sat through the dismissal his words provoked, you cried all the tears and sang along to all the sad songs in the world. You probably watched Pride and Prejudice a couple of times, too.” It frightens you a little, how she knows you so well. “And that’s all valid. And honestly, fuck him for making you feel like that. I hope he steps on a lego, like, every day for the rest of his life. But also,” she pauses for a bit, leaning closer to you. “You didn’t talk to him. You didn’t tell him any of this that you’re telling me. Yes, he’s oblivious, but your silence basically encouraged it. Yes, he’s dense but you didn’t open up to him enough so as to know if it’s coming out of malice. Which, frankly, I don’t believe. As much as he is not on my good graces right now,” she rolls her eyes, “I don’t think he meant to… hurt you.”  

“I know, but-” you don’t know, actually. Your silence proving that much and so she continues.

“That day… when he showed up at our door, I didn’t know what was happening. All I knew was that my best friend was in bed, feeling sad, and wouldn’t tell me why. And then I opened the door, and there he was, looking all… sad. I almost wanted to slam the door on his face because I knew he was the reason, it all made sense to me right then and there. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t because he looked like he knew he’d… lost something. Something he wasn’t quite sure he could get back. He looked scared. And so I let him in.” 

“He did a shitty thing that day.”

“I know. It was very shitty. I truly hope the legos aren’t upside down. But,” she takes a breath, collecting her words for a second. “I guess, ever since that day I’ve been trying to decipher him. To decipher what he feels for you. It’s quite hard since, you know, you guys have to hide from the world or whatever. So I’ve taken to just… observing him. I’ve taken to looking at him when he’s looking at you. You barely notice, and I’m almost glad you don’t. I feel like if you would you’d break the little magic the moment holds. Maybe he’d shy away from the way his eyes get all shiny and he smiles in a way that lets me know he’s not really aware of it. And so a part of me is relieved, because I know that whatever it is, the feeling is pure. I went up to your bedroom yesterday because when I looked at him… he looked just the way he had that day in our front door.”

“Do you think he loves me?” 

Lucy’s heart breaks a little when you ask her, ever so faintly, a question that she doesn’t think she can answer. But nonetheless, she smiles, taking your hand in hers. 

“I don’t know. I don’t know if he loves you, ___. I don’t even know that he knows. Or that he can even become aware of it after all he’s been through. All I know is that you haven’t tried hard enough to figure it out. And it should never take a toll on your heart. It should never break you the way it did. But also, I think the reason why it did is because you had to carry the weight of it alone. I think… I think he would’ve at least been willing to help.”

“I don’t know, Lu…”

“Yeah. You don’t. Nobody knows. That’s the tricky side of it all. The one we run from the most because it means that we have to be even more vulnerable. Because we know we’re risking even worse of a heart break. But, could you live with yourself knowing you didn’t at least try? And I mean, really tried.”

“No.” The words come out of you before you can even think her question through. 

“Then you owe yourself at least that. Not him, not even my sappy, romantic self. You.”

You smile at her, lacing your fingers through hers. “What if I try and I’d been right all along?”

“Then I’ll be here. We’ll sing Chappell Roan together and I’ll make sure to scatter the legos all over his house myself.” Her face grows proud as she says this. 

You laugh. “I love you.”

“I love you.”

Soori shrieks, making you both turn, laughing at her reaction. You walk over to her, taking her in your arms as you kiss her, swaying from side to side. She whines a little bit, voice muffled with the way you squeeze her cheeks with your kisses. 

“You’ll grow up and have the bestest friend ever, too, Soo Soo.”

Lucy looks at the two of you, can feel the way you radiate love. The way your whole face lights up as she brings her little chubby hand to your cheek, shrieking in excitement at your words that she doesn’t even understand, but that are coming from you. In that moment, she knows she’d given you the right advice. She knows it. She sees it.

From where she stands, the future paints itself rosy shades of pink. 

~

You feel your heart slowly mending itself, regaining its strength as the minutes pass and you bask in the sun, in Lucy’s words of comfort and her wise advice. In Soori’s little antics as the two of you play with her, letting her dip her toes in the water on the shallow end of the pool. You lather her body in sunblock and Lucy laughs at the white patches you intentionally leave on her cheeks. 

“She’s the most sensitive there,” you defend, running the lotion down her arms. 

“Okay, mommy.”

“This is my job, you know? Keeping the baby safe,” you mock defensiveness.

“Oh, please. Get so very real right now, ___.” 

“I am,” you laugh. “Although I will admit I do happen to love keeping the baby safe.”

She takes Soori in her arms, letting her splash about with her feet as she places her between her legs. “It’s okay, Soori. I’m the fun auntie.”

You look at them, a smile on your face as you revel in Soori’s sounds of excitement and Lucy’s tender nature towards her. You love seeing everyone melt for her, give her love and attention. 

“Ah, there you guys are!”

The three of you turn around, a smiling, pyjama-clad Jimin walking towards you. 

“Good morning, babe!” Lucy waves at him, bringing Soori’s little arm up, making her wave, too.

“Hi,” you say, a little shyly, all things considered.

“Good morning, ladies. Good morning, princess Soori.” He kisses Lucy’s lips, then Soori’s forehead. 

“How’d you sleep,” Lucy asks him.

“Good. Would’ve been better if I hadn’t woken up to an empty bed.”

“Sorry! Got hungry. Needed breakfast real bad.”

“You guys had breakfast already?”

“We’re on baby time,” you say, looking down at Soori whose arms are reaching out for Jimin. 

“Come here, baby,” he says, picking her up. 

“Gahhhh, my ovaries!” Lucy’s cries are dramatic as she throws her body back, falling on the grass, making you chuckle and raise your eyebrows at her. 

“Anytime, babe. I keep telling ya,” is all Jimin says, making you widen your eyes in shock. 

“Quit saying that, oh my God,” she whines. 

“Mr Jeon Jungkook has been looking everywhere for you,” he looks at Soori, looking at you next, “and you.”

“Oh, he’s awake?”

“Yup. I heard he had a long night,” he says, a little smirk forming at his lips. Your blush is so evident it actually makes him feel bad. 

“Jimin! Leave her alone,” Lucy says, coming to her feet. 

He laughs, throwing his head back. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“I’m gonna…,” you point towards the house, ready to make your exit.

“You may be excused.” Jimin’s words earn him a scowl from his girlfriend, which humors him further. 

When you make your way back inside the house, you see Jungkook as he enters the living room. Eyes swollen, groggy with sleep, running a hand through his hair to try to fix his bedhead. And as much as your heart aches at the sight of him still, you also can’t help but smile, still in the high Lucy’s words had left you in. 

“Hey,” you say, making him look at you. “Good morning.”

“Morning,” he walks towards you, hand reaching for yours, holding it for a second, squeezing before he’s letting go. The act alone is so gentle you think you could cry. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

You shrug. “Wanted to let you sleep in for a bit.”

“I should’ve let you sleep in.”

You shake your head, smiling at him. “It’s okay. We’ve been having a nice morning. Lucy joined us, we had breakfast outside. They’re by the pool now. I lathered her in sunscreen, don't worry.”

He smiles. “Thank you.”

You look around for a second, finding a door next to the hallway that leads to the kitchen. “What’s in there?”

He follows your line of vision. “A wine cellar.”

“Can we go there? Just for a minute,” you ask, and although your question makes him curious he simply nods, letting you lead the way. 

The door gives way to a spiral staircase, a bit narrow and small. You hold onto the railing, a particular yet pleasant smell invading your senses as you begin to descend. It’s woodsy, a little musky and fruity. It’s a bit chilly, too. 

“You’re really into wine,” you tell him, eyeing the many shelves stacked with bottles of all kind. White, red, pink, a couple of bottles of champagne. 

“Yeah,” he says, looking around, too. “I guess I’ve become my father.”

You laugh. “I like that about you.”

“What? That I’ve become my father?”

“No!” you say and he laughs at your reaction. “That you know a lot about wines.”

“Hm,” he hums, grabbing you by the waist and bringing you closer. “I can teach you if you want.”

“Go on.”

“Okay, so, the temperature in this room remains at a perfect 12 degrees celsius at all times. This prevents the wine from oxidizing,” his words falter a bit as you bring your hands to his hair, fingers massaging his scalp gently as you listen intently. “The cooling system is quite particular because it keeps the humidity in the air at a steady 60%. The temperature the wine is stored in really affects the complexity and balance of the-,” he groans in satisfaction as your fingers hit a particularly sensitive spot. “Wine.” 

“Jungkook,” you look up at him, eyes dreamy and hazy. 

“___,” his voice hold the same nature. 

“Can you kiss me? Can,” you sigh, “can we kiss, a little, right now?”

“Yeah, baby. We can kiss a little right now.”

Your eyes lock on his, blinking slowly as you take in the way he takes you in. His eyes are shiny, and they smile before his lips do. You close your eyes, falling into him a bit before he’s catching you with his lips on yours. His hand comes up to your cheek, fingers snaking through your locks of hair as he brings you closer, sighing against your mouth. Your arms wrap around his waist, hands coming up inside his shirt, his skin warm at your touch. His teeth close around your bottom lip and you give him full access to your mouth, tongue meeting his, but it’s ever so slow. Tender, almost. 

It sort of dawns on him right then and there, something he’d been missing from you, making him realize that this is the most he’s gotten of you in a while. And he doesn’t mean your body, or your touch, or a kiss. No. He means the way you fall into him, the way you look at him, the way you ask him for affection in that way that he loves, so supple and pliant, almost shy. The way you hug him to you feels different, only there’s nothing different about it, it’s just been a long time. Jungkook can’t make much of it, mind too wrapped around your lips, just like his mouth, but it doesn’t miss him, how much he’s missed you and how suddenly the realization hits. 

“You want breakfast?” you part your lips from his and he pouts with his eyes still closed.

“I was in the middle of it.”

You laugh, shoving him playfully. “We can’t hide in the wine cellar forever.”

“All I need is, like,” he presses his hips against yours, “twenty minutes.”

You gasp. “Jungkook!”

“I just woke up! You took advantage of my vulnerable state.”

You roll your eyes. “I just wanted to kiss you a little.”

“Fine,” he huffs, mocking annoyance, the frown between his eyebrows falling when you put your lips on his one last time. 

Perhaps you’re playing with fire. Perhaps you’re stalling, buying yourself time before you have to put your plan in action, before you have to do the real hard work, thread the words needed to do it all. The courage, too. Perhaps you’re savoring the moment just in case this is your last. You try not to think about it too much, staying in the bliss you just put yourself in. You decide you’ll tell him once you’re both back from the beach. On tuesday, when he comes home from work. You’ll have time to craft a sensible plan, find the right words, benefit from Lucy’s sound advice a little longer. 

Yes. Tuesday it is. 

“What are the plans for today?” you ask as you make your way up the stairs.

“Pool party, burgers and, me personally, winning every game of Badminton.”

You laugh, nodding your head slowly. “I’ll be rooting for you.”

“Aw,” he coos. “My little cheerleader.”

“I can hear your thoughts, Jeon.”

“I can see you in a mini skirt, ___.” 

“Hey, I might. Just for you,” you say, looking back at him as you make your way to the kitchen. 

“Ah, you spoil me.”

You turn around, pointing a finger at him. “That’s true actually.”

“That’s true actually,” he mimics your voice when he says this, making you shove him playfully and open your mouth in shock. 

“Dada!” Soori’s sweet voice makes him turn around, a big smile on his face as she enters the living room in Jimin’s arms. 

“There you are, my little princess!” She falls into his arms the moment he’s close enough for her to, wrapping her chubby arms around his neck. “Aw, thank you, baby. You’re so sweet. Good morning.”

“Nana,” she says, pointing at you. Lucy and Jimin smile, although you don’t notice, too hyper fixated on Soori. 

“You wanna go with Nana?” Jungkook leans over towards you, handing her over before he’s pulling away playfully. She whines. “Alright, alright. I’m sorry,” he says, laughing. 

“Come here,” you tell her, arms outstretched and she falls into them swiftly. She giggles some, clapping two times before she’s turning back to Jungkook, shooting grabby hands at him.

“That’s what I thought.” He takes her into his arms. 

You gasp, feigning offense. “Traitor!”

“You guys are cute.” Jimin voices his thoughts out loud, unable to contain them as he takes the sweet scene in. He doesn’t voice how happy it makes him, though. He doesn’t tell you guys that seeing the three of you together like that makes him feel like he’d found the last piece of the puzzle – one he couldn’t when Ira was around and his expectations of seeing his best friend in a loving family dynamic sort of tumbled when she wouldn’t play her part. 

Jungkook looks over at him, smiling as he bounces Soori in his arms, whose already looking at you like she’s about to betray him this time. He smiles, silently agreeing with his friend, almost as if he understood what he was thinking. Almost like he was feeling it, too. 

~

“A tankini? Really, ___?”

“It’s cute! Plus, it’s appropriate for the job. Soori tends to tug at my clothes at times, I can’t wear a bikini.”

“No, no. I get that much,” Lucy says, “but a tankini?”

“It was on sale!”

“You get away with too much by being drop dead gorgeous and having the face of an angel.”

“Your compliments won’t make me want to wear my tankini any less.”

“I beg of you, don’t wear the tankini.”

“But it’s pink,” you protest, spirit a bit deflated although you know she’s kind of right. 

“May I?” She points at your suitcase and you nod, plopping down on the bed a little dramatically. “Okay, I see the potential,” she says, throwing shirts and dresses around. “This!” She holds a white strapless one piece swimsuit. It’s one of your favorites – simple but cute. 

“That one gives me a wedgie.”

“Something’s got to give!” She throws the bathing suit at you. “Also, don’t blame the swimsuit blame your thiccy.”

“Did you just call my ass thiccy?”

“Yeah, I got it from Jimin.”

“Ew,” you say, looking at her. “Ew.”

“Here,” she says, throwing an oversized blue button up shirt your way. 

“What about pants?”

“Use that as a dress!” You’re about to protest, “and that’s final.” 

You throw a firm nod her way. The shirt was long enough to pass as semi-modest so you opt out of protesting. 

“So,” she says, sitting on the spot you’d left empty on the bed as you begin to change. “Have you decided about when to talk to him?”

“Yeah,” you say, pulling the bathing suit up your body. “Tuesday. Tuesday after he comes home from work. I’ll have it all perfectly rehearsed in my head.”

Lucy smiles. “That’s good. The both of you will be well rested after this weekend and you’ll be able to have a sensible talk.”

“Yeah, exactly!”

“Do try to, you know, sleep at night.”

“Shut up. I’m feeling fine! Running on caffeine and adrenaline, but fine.”

She laughs. “Ready?”

“Ready!”

“Let’s go.” 

“Wait,” you say, making her turn around, confused. She lets out a nod of understanding when she sees you grabbing Mingyu’s sweater, which you’d neatly folded to give back to him. 

“Everything’s gonna be okay,” she reassures. “It’s gonna be a good day!”

“God willing, Lucy Lu. God willing.”

You sigh, giving yourself a little pep talk for courage before you exit the room, ready to take on the day. 

~

The rest of the morning, as well as the beginning of the afternoon, had really catered to your inner child. Yes, it was your job to take care of Soori but the rest of the kids seemed to love you just as much and so your hands had been full. You’d swam in the pool with them, built sandcastles, played mermaids and even had a little water balloon fight that seemed to interest both the children and the adults alike. By the time noon hit and Jungkook and Taehyung were starting to roll the burgers around, you’d been convinced to sit at the kid’s table. Which wasn’t a table per say, as they’d wanted to have a little picnic and so you’d found yourself sitting on one of the many beach towels they’d retrieved from inside to make their own picnic blanket. 

It’d been sweet and fun, exactly what you needed after having to walk down memory lane this morning. And in a way, it added to the lighthearted mood you’d ended up your talk with Lucy in. Kids were easy – well, kids came easy to you. You found them to be less complex than people gave them credit for. They were easily entertained as long as you were willing to step inside their little world, which at times played out to be more entertaining than your own. 

By the time 3 p.m. rolled around you could start feeling the shift in atmosphere, though. They were exhausted, you included, as a sleepy Soori fuzzed about in your arms. 

“I think it’s time for a nap, kiddos,” Mai says, her words followed by whines of protest from the kids. 

Sun acts as the voice of reason, though, as she says, “but can we keep playing afterwards, auntie Mai?” she pleads, turning to you, “will you still play with us after nap time, ___? Pleeeeease.”

“Of course,” you tell her, free hand caressing her hair. “Plus, it’d be funner then because you guys will have more energy.”

“I am a little tired,” Dae says, his Rs running a bit, making him sound ten times more adorable. 

“See? We all need a nap. You guys can go inside the play room and make it a little mid-day pj party, how about that?” Mai’s idea comes as a success, the kids jumping with excitement, some even hugging her. She turns to you, voice a whisper when she says, “I’m kinda badass at this.”

Your lips form a pout and you nod at her. “You are.”

She smiles at you before she’s officially on nap duty, gathering all the kids and bringing them inside the house. You bounce Soori in your arms, her eyes half closed already, head wobbly as she fights to stay awake. You give her a kiss on the cheek, making your way to the sunbeds where the boys are drinking beers and talking about some game they’d watched the night prior, the team scoring the winning goal only three minutes before the game was over. 

“___!” Jin says the moment he sees you, making them all turn their heads in your direction. “Aren’t you god sent? I think my kids like you more than me today.”

“My kid likes her more than me at least once a week,” Taehyung says, smiling at you. 

“Thank you, thank you. I do birthdays, weddings, baptisms.” You say, making them all roar out in laughter. 

“You do have that midas touch when it comes to kids, ___.” Hobi tells you, leaning back and taking a sip of his beer. 

“I probably enjoyed that more than they did.” You smile, feeling a bit shy under their praise. 

Jungkook smiles, feigning a casual front as he takes a sip of his beer, eyes on you. Wet hair, a little ruffled from the day’s activities. A big blue shirt that’s mostly wet, too, and that bathing suit that as modest as he knows you tried to aim for, does very little to keep him away from what he knows is underneath. Your cheeks are officially crimson and your body golden. He can’t help it when his eyes travel down, the softness of your skin drawing him in. You’re nothing if not perfect and if he were to reach out, he could run his hand down your leg. Not sexually, per say. Just… touch. Touch so as to let you know what he thinks. What he feels. 

He composes himself for a second before his eyes are on Soori. “She ready for a nap?”

“Yup.” You nod at him, looking at Soori under your nose. She smiles and when you follow her line of vision you see that it’s Yoongi and his silly faces that pull it out of her. “I can go put her down, if you want.” 

“No, let’s go together,” he says, standing up, coming down to kiss her chubby cheek. He turns to his friends one last time, bowing before saying, “gentlemen, I’ll be back. Take this time to decide who’s ass I’m beating next in Badminton.”

As you turn around and walk towards the house, you can’t help but laugh at the remarks that follow, his friends absolutely going ham on him, all lighthearted blows he opts to ignore with a chuckle of his own. 

“You’re like the meme of the girl standing in front of the burning house.”

He looks at you, frowning in confusion. “Excuse me, what?”

“Oh my God, you’ve never seen the meme of the girl standing in front of the burning house?”

“No, but that sounds horrible. Was she okay?” You laugh as you turn to him, noticing the way real concern laces his features.

“It’s funny! It’s like a cult favorite, too. I’m pretty sure it’s been around for a while. Like back in the 9GAG days. You know, B.C.” You smirk his way, not missing the way he rolls his eyes at you. 

“Hey, I loved 9GAG. It was funny.”

“Of course you did.”

You step inside the house, walking in front of him and laughing when he pauses in his steps and says, “what’s wrong with 9GAG?”

“Nothing,” you tell him, smiling and dragging him upstairs by the arm. “It’s always an honor to be in the presence of people that have witnessed history.”

“Shut the fuck up,” he tells you, chuckling at your little bout of wittiness. 

You make it inside of Soori’s nursery, promptly changing her diaper and getting her into a pair of dry pyjamas. She falls asleep halfway into this, making you both laugh and bask in a quiet satisfaction at realizing just how much fun she’d been having. When you put her in her crib, you take a second to just look at her, neither of you saying much, simply taking her in. 

“She’s perfect, huh,” you whisper. 

“She’s so perfect,” he whispers back.

Jungkook smiles at her before turning to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and kissing your cheek. It all feels… domestic. Tender, lovely and sweet. The knot in your stomach that’d been growing bigger and bigger for the past couple of weeks begins to break, slowly, releasing a small army of butterflies that seem to both excite and calm your nerves. You kiss his cheek, basking in the bliss his proximity brings. 

“Let’s go back,” you tell him, “you have asses to kick.”

He smiles, lips coming to yours in a quick peck. “You should relax. Drink some wine with the girls, get some sun.”

“If I have one sip of wine and lay by the sun I’ll probably end up like her,” you say, looking down at Soori.

“Do it, baby. I got her.” 

The knot breaks entirely, wings fluttering violently as they’re freed after so long. 

You’re in love. 

~

You’d taken Jungkook’s advice, laying on the sunbeds with the girls, glass of wine in hand as you snack on the fruit platter Mai and Seulgi had prepared. You’d even fallen asleep for all of fifteen minutes, which had recharged your battery more than you’d originally thought. You’d think it’d be quieter with all the kids sleeping, but the boys and their very serious game of Badminton kept the ambiance just as loud as before. At one point, you’d all taken the roles of spectators and cheerleaders, rooting for your competitor of choice. Jungkook won, yet again, and you didn’t miss the smile he shot your way, overly confident in his skills. Overly confident in his ability to pull reactions out of you. This one in particular he’d found adorable, seeing the way you flustered at his actions, hiding your face in your hands for a second before you went back to feigning nonchalance. 

Now you were all scattered around. Some in the pool, some by the beach, a couple of you still in the sunbeds, soft music playing from the speakers. It was rather blissful, if you were being honest. 

You’re in the middle of small, lazy talk with Mai when you suddenly remember,

“Oh, I have to get Soori’s swimming diapers. She ran out but Jungkook said he had spare ones somewhere…”

“Oh, yeah,” Mai says, “he keeps them in the pool house. Go inside the bathroom, they should be in one of the drawers.”

You smile at her, thanking her before you’re making your way to the small, white house that sat at the end of the big backyard. Making your way inside you see that it’s mostly for storage. Floaties, surfboards, spare sunbeds. You notice that the door to the bathroom is open slightly, but don’t make much of it as you walk towards it. Both you and Jungkook let out a loud scream when he appears by the door frame. 

“Holy fuck.” You whisper yell, hand on your mouth. 

“You scared the living shit out of me.” His own hand comes to his chest, leaning against the counter and steadying his breathing.

“Me? You scared the living shit out of me! Why are you in there with the lights off like a crazy person?”

“Why didn’t you turn the lights on when you came in like a normal person?”

You both stare at each other for a second too long before you’re breaking out in laughter. 

“I came to get Soori’s diapers,” you tell him, mid-chuckle. 

He raises his hand, showing you a handful of diapers. “Me too.”

“Ah,” you say, walking closer to him. “Great minds think alike.”

“Mhm,” he leans against the counter once again as you stand in front of him. “My heart’s beating so fast, dude.”

You laugh. “You’re so dramatic, dude.”

“Hey, you can’t dude me.”

You roll your eyes at him playfully. “Fine. You’re so dramatic, Jungkookie.”

“I’m not! Look,” he takes your hand in his, bringing it to his bare chest and placing it over his heart. He’s still wet from the pool, skin warm from the sun. His heart is beating a little irregularly, you must admit. 

“I’m sorry,” you say, adding to the drama of it all as your voice grows soft. “I’ll put a bell around my neck the next time so I don’t startle you.”

“Ha ha, funny.”

“Oh, I am.”

You can’t explain it, but the air shifts around you. Jungkook can’t explain it either, but he welcomes it. 

“Yeah?” 

You smile, cheeks growing red for whatever reason. Or perhaps for all the right reasons. He can dismantle you with a few words and that’s one your favorites by far.

“Yeah,” you breathe, eyes growing heavy as his own look into yours. In a matter of seconds they’re landing on your lips. And then he’s kissing you. 

The kiss holds the same nature this morning’s had, perhaps a little less playful. A little more intentional. Like you’re both finding a means to an end just so you can bask in the journey of getting there. When you sigh into his lips, Jungkook brings you closer, hand on your cheek as he parts your lips with his tongue. The kiss grows heady, your fingers carding through his wet locks and his hands land on your waist, squeezing some before he’s turning you around until you’re leaning on the counter. The swiftness with which he handles your body has a moan escaping your lips and he feels the way you smile against his mouth. He pushes his hips into yours, drunk on you already, determined to pull those little sounds out of you. 

“Wait,” you say, parting your lips from his, laughing a little when you see his flustered state, lips red and swollen in his signature pout. “What if someone walks in?” He smiles, eyes not leaving yours as he leans to the side and closes the door, locking it in a beat. He’s about to kiss you again but you interrupt him. “Soori?”

“Baby monitor in my back pocket.” He kisses you. “We’ve got like, twenty minutes give or take.”

You laugh, kissing him back, arms wrapping around his neck as you breathe into the kiss in giddy anticipation. “Think you can make me cum in twenty minutes give or take?”

He pulls away, but it’s only an inch. He scowls, a smile on his lips that takes your breath away. “Is that a challenge?”

The air shifts yet again, air growing dense this time. “Yeah,” is all you can muster.

“What do I get?” 

You hum, pretending you’re deep in thought. “Me?”

“I’ll do it in ten.” 

You laugh, sweet music to his ears and his smile meets yours in a kiss. It’s deeper this time, grows sloppy soon enough and Jungkook wastes no time as his hand cups your tits over your bathing suit, grunting a bit at the fabric getting in the way before he’s pulling it down in one swift movement. He brings his mouth to your nipple, expert little sucks that have you throwing your head back as your fingers pull at his hair. You lean back, head hitting the mirror as your breathing grows heavier. When you come back up, you push him back with a hand to his chest as you come to stand in front of him. You erase the frown from his face the moment he sees the way you roll the white fabric of your swimsuit down your legs, leaning back against the counter. 

“Better than the mini skirt,” he says, towering over you as he pushes his hands against the counter. 

You bite your lip, smiling at him with dark eyes before you’re turning around, your hands falling in front of you, tits pressing together as you push your ass back against him. You look at his reflection on the mirror, giggle a bit when you catch him staring, lust filled eyes scanning over your body. 

“Like what you see?” your voice is teasing, cocky even, and it comes to no surprise when Jungkook’s firm hand comes to your waist, holding you in place before he delivers a hard smack to your ass. The pain translates to pleasure in a brief yet delicious second, eyes closing as you moan and bring your body forward. His hand lingers for a while, softer this time as he caresses the warm skin before his fingers travel south, parting your slit and drawing lazy circles against your clit. 

“You’re so wet, baby.”

“Fuck, I am,” you pant, head lolling forward as you breathe into his touch. 

“You’re a little brat today,” he says, matter of factly, staring at your reflection in the mirror as his fingers expertly pull little moans from your lips. 

You look up at him, fucked out eyes pleading, “need you inside me.”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Yes,” your words get caught up in a whiny moan when he pushes two fingers inside of you. “Please.”

“That’s more like it. So pretty when you ask nicely.”

His eyes don't leave yours and you see the way he pushes his swim shorts down slightly, wrapping a hand around his cock before he’s lining himself against your entrance. He teases your hole with the head, smirking at the way you squirm in his hold at the mere action. He wishes he could tease you further, but Jungkook’s time is limited and he knows that much. He pushes his cock inside of you, gasping when he bottoms out. His hips pick up the pace right away, wasting no time as he starts fucking you the way he does when all he wants is to make you cum, perfectly angled so he hits all the right places repeatedly. 

“Fuck, that feels so good, baby,” you mumble, words breaking at the intensity of his thrusts. You close your eyes, try to steady your breathing out but he has other plans as his hand wraps around your neck, pulling you up some as his fingers close around your throat. 

“Keep your eyes open.” 

He looks at you through the reflection in the mirror, takes you in as he fucks you, a low groan escaping his lips when he feels you clench around him. His face contorts in pleasure, a grin pulling at his lips when he realizes you’re already close. The hand that wraps around your throat tightens, applying more pressure at the flesh, making you feel a bit lightheaded in the most perfect way, aiding to the way your senses zero in on him and the way he makes you feel. You know you’re close the moment your tummy tenses, his cock massaging your g-spot with each push and pull of his hips. 

“Oh my God,” you breathe out, hand clasping around his own as you make him press harder. “Don’t stop.”

He moans at your actions, at the way you beg for more with your body when your words fail. He keeps that exact pace up, thumb and middle finger pressing into your throat a bit deeper, just the right amount to have your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your body falling back into him, head on his shoulder as you cum around his cock with a silent moan. The sight before him feels straight out of the craziest of his wet dreams and it makes his cock throb inside of you as your walls milk him through your orgasm. 

Your body shakes a bit as you fall on top of the counter, your hand coming to his hip to get him to stop moving for a second as you cringe a bit in overstimulation. 

“Victory is sweet,” he says, bringing his hand to your back, fingers running down your spine in a soothing manner. 

You smile at him. “I was confident all along. Just needed an excuse to get you to fuck me.”

“Aw, baby. All you had to do was ask.” 

He pulls your body up, hands on your hips as he turns you around and sits you back on the counter. He lets out a low grunt when he pushes his cock back inside you, your pussy pulling him in right away and he knows he won’t last long. 

“Fuck, you feel so good.” 

You giggle, brains completely fucked out before you say, “we’re having a quickie in the bathroom.”

Jungkook scoffs, hands closing around your tits, hips thrusting into you slower, letting himself enjoy it. His head falls, eyes fixed on the way his cock pushes inside of you, moaning at the sight alone. His gaze travels up, taking you in. It’s so hot inside the bathroom he can feel the way his body sticks to yours every time he fucks into you. A single drop of sweat falls from your chest, traveling between your tits before it lands on your navel. His eyes close in a mix of bliss, disbelief and pleasure. 

“You’re so sexy, baby. Shit, I’m so close.”

“Cum for me, Kook. Need it so bad.”

Your arms wrap around his neck, bringing him closer to you as you kiss him, lips locked in his as he breathes out into the kiss, little whines leaving him as he lets himself fall into the feeling completely. You become conscious of him, let yourself enjoy him in this state, when he’s so close to letting go he grows a little desperate, hands all over yours, needy sounds passing his lips, hips lazily moving into you. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he says against your lips, pulling away so he can bury his head down the crook of your neck. He gets carried away – too carried away. His cock throbs inside of you, hips slowing down their pace as his body tenses for a second. He’s about to let himself relax, let himself cum, and it’s then that he realizes he’s still inside of you. “Fuck.” he looks down, pulling out and wrapping a hand around his cock, pumping once before he’s cumming on your leg. You bring a hand to your mouth when you notice, trying to muffle your laughter. “Shit, that was close.”

“Yeah,” you say, bringing his face to yours. “Got carried away?”

“Yeah. Completely let go of the principles of conception for a good minute.”

You laugh. “No conception would’ve taken place. It would’ve been a creampie at the max.”

“Don’t say the word creampie, my dick just jumped and we can’t go again.”

“You’re such a boy,” you say, bringing your lips to his. 

“I’m a man,” he protests, words muffled by your kiss. 

“Mm, yeah you are. You’re also a daddy so let’s get those diapers inside.”

“Don’t say the D-word, my dick just jumped for real and we really can’t go again.”

“Oh my God. You’re so filthy minded!”

You push him off of you playfully, pulling his shorts up before you’re doing the same with your previously discarded swimsuit, jumping a bit as you roll it past your ass. Jungkook smirks at your struggle. 

“Mmmm,” he hums. “Do that again.”

“Have I ever told you you’re an ass man?”

“I’m a you man, baby.”

“Shut up.”

“Shut me up.”

“Oh my God!” 

You both laugh at your flustered state that only seems to edge him on further, but it’s short lived. Your hands land on the door knob of the pool house at the same time, making you giggle before your smiles are falling as you realize that you’re about to do the walk of shame and have no idea how to get out of it.

“Shit,” you say. 

“Shit, indeed,” he says back. 

~

To your fortune, the walk of shame isn’t that bad. It isn’t bad at all, actually. The kids had woken up from their naps and had everyone’s attention so nobody noticed your absence much. To your misfortune (and Jungkook’s) it doesn’t take you long to realize that Mingyu keeps Dae entertained as they play around with water guns. 

Jungkook lets out a big sigh that you don’t miss before he’s clearing his throat and saying, “hey, bro. You made it.”

“Hey,” he says, a little too giddy for his friend’s liking. “Yeah, sorry I’m late. Went on a hike this morning, could barely move afterwards.” He waves at you, a smile on his face.

“Gotta work on that stamina,” Jungkook says, mostly playfully with a little hint of something else. 

“You should come with me the next time, we can work on it together,” he bites back, no hint of anything but playfulness in his words. 

His eyes land back on yours and you give him a tight lipped smile, taking the diapers from Jungkook’s hands before you’re letting him know that you’re gonna go get Soori. He smiles, feels the need to pull you closer, give you a kiss in front of everyone, take your hand in his. Anything. But he doesn’t. He just nods and then you’re on your way. He doesn’t miss the way his friend’s eyes scan over your body, a stupid smile plastered all over his face that makes his blood boil a little. 

You don’t really notice it, though, making your way inside the house and going up the stairs to make it to Soori’s room. She’s awake, jumping a little when she sees you walk inside the room. 

“Hi, baby,” you coo. “Did you have a good nap? Are you ready to keep having fun?”

“Nana,” she whines, making grabby hands at you. 

“Come here.” You get her out of the crib, taking her to her changing table before you’re getting her swimming diapers on and putting her in a clean swimsuit with cute daisies printed all over it. “You’re so cute.” You kiss her cheeks repeatedly until she gets ticklish, pushing you away as she cackles.

You sit her against your hip before you exit her nursery, walking the long hallways and going down the stairs as you sing her a little song she babbles along to. It’s then that you brave yourself for what you’re about to do, walking inside the kitchen, quickly finding Mingyu’s sweater that you’d left on top of the breakfast table this morning. It’ll be quick and harmless. You’ll just hand it over to him, thank him and go about your business. 

It’s a good plan. A great plan even. It’s also a plan that crashes down before it can even take off as you see him make his way inside the kitchen. 

“And so we meet again.” He smiles when he sees you, looking down at Soori and smiling even wider. 

“Hey,” you say, a bit nervously. 

“Came to get some beers, the boys are out.” He walks closer to you, hand coming down to rest on top of Soori’s head as he caresses her hair softly. “Hi Soo Soo.” She smiles, falling into his arms as quickly as he reaches them out towards her. It’s in that moment that you realize that he’s closer to Jungkook than you���d originally thought. He has to be if Soori’s this comfortable around him. 

“Thank you,” you say, passing his sweater over to him. 

“No worries. Sure you don’t wanna keep it? It’s gonna be just as chilly tonight.”

“No, that’s okay.”

“You kinda disappeared last night,” he says, bouncing Soori on his hip, looking down at her so as to not have to look at you when he says this. 

“Yeah, I was really tired, couldn’t get to bed soon enough.”

“It was nice getting to talk to you. I was looking forward to today… just so we could do it again.” He laughs a little, shaking his head at his words. He doesn’t mind your silence, though. “I was thinking… maybe we could grab a coffee when we’re back in the city?”

“Coffee,” you say, and he can’t tell if it’s a question or a statement. 

“Or dinner! Or a movie, or something. Just… hang out. Get to know each other.”

“I’m sorry… I- I don’t think that’s gonna work.”

He smiles. “Yeah, perhaps me asking you this right now isn’t the smartest move, huh?” He looks down at Soori. You’re silent yet again. “Perhaps I’ll leave it up to fate.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know. Perhaps we’ll bump into each other in some random place like the grocery store or in the middle of a really busy street and… I’ll ask you again. And perhaps you’ll say yes.”

You feel bad. You feel bad because as dense as you might be when it comes to receiving attention, you don’t fail to see that he likes you. Genuinely, sincerely likes you. Or at least likes the idea of you enough to want to pursue it further and get to know you. 

“Or hey,” he says, making you look into his eyes again. “Maybe I’ll make my own fate.”

~

“Sorry what,” Jungkook’s head turns so fast he’s sure he’s given himself whiplash, grateful to not have taken the sip of beer he’d planned on the moment he started talking because he’s sure he would’ve spat it out. 

Mingyu’s idea of making his own fate was… something, to say the least. And so there he was, next to Jungkook as they both started the fire for the grill, asking him to be his wingman. 

“I mean, perhaps it was a bit wrong of me to ask her out while she’s on, you know,” he says, looking at Jungkook and pointing at him with the tongs, “the clock and whatnot. But fuck I don’t know. She’s just so-” he sees the way Jungkook looks at him in shock and it makes him chuckle. “Am I making any sense right now?”

“No.”

“Yesterday- we hit it off. But you know, it was casual. We barely got to know each other in a,” he pauses for a second, and every pause makes Jungkook’s blood boil further. “Deeper level. So I tried to not look into it that much. But then I got home and got in bed and all I could think about was her. Like, fuck, I felt eighteen again. She’s so beautiful. She’s so fucking sweet. And so I knew it couldn’t end there. So I just asked her out.”

“When?”

“In the kitchen, when I went to get the beers. She was giving me my sweater back and I thought to myself, might as well.”

“And what did she say,” Jungkook asks. 

“She said no. She said she doesn’t think it’s gonna work.” Jungkook lets out a breath he very much knew he was holding. “But I blame myself for that. I mean, I get why she wouldn’t agree to it right now. She’s technically on the clock, like I said, and I get why it could be perceived as inappropriate.” 

“Yeah,” Jungkook says, eyes a little lost, quite literally begging for the earth to swallow him. 

“But that’s where you come into the picture.”

“How exactly do I come into the picture,” he says, but what he really thinks is, I already am in the picture, dumbass. She’s mine. He also realizes this would be an extremely childish thing of him to say.

“Well, you know, we’ve been friends for so long. You can put in a good word for me, sort of encourage her to-”

“You want me to encourage my nanny into going on a date with my friend?” His words have edge to it but Jungkook doesn’t care anymore, not that Mingyu seems to notice, too caught up in the visions of a future with you he’s formed inside his head. 

“Well, when you put it like that it sounds like a lawsuit waiting to happen, I get it,” Jungkook scoffs. “But, you know, maybe you could do it in a lighthearted manner. Like, yeah he’s a great guy! You totally deserve to be happy! You know, kinda like… a brotherly figure. Yeah! That’s it!”

“You’re fucking insane.” Now he really doesn’t care that his words have bite to them. And Mingyu’s head is still way up in the clouds for him to notice they do. 

He chuckles. “Maybe I am. But she’s…,” his eyes find you in the crowd, “different. She’s special you know?” 

Yes, I know, is what Jungkook wants to say. But instead he says nothing. 

Mingyu looks back at him. “But hey, I’ll find a way. I’m telling you, man. This was written in the stars. Luck is on my side. Then you can play cupid,” he says, patting his back. 

Jungkook laughs faintly. Not because anything’s funny, but because he’s glad the conversation is over. 

“I’ll be right back.”

“Sure, I’ll get this started,” Mingyu says, motioning to the grill. 

Jungkook tries to stop it, but he can’t help it. He feels the way his heart constricts inside his chest. He’s angry, furious even, but he can’t do anything to release said anger. He had to sit through that conversation and pretend like his friend’s words were only fucked up because he was trying to get with his nanny, not because he was trying to get with his- 

Girlfriend.

Jungkook wants to call you his girlfriend but he knows he can’t. He knows he has no right to call you that because you aren’t his girlfriend. Because Taehyung was right – you guys weren’t exclusive. You didn’t owe him anything. Not a title he hadn’t asked for. Nor loyalty. Nothing. If you wanted to, you could very well accept Mingyu’s proposal. He was there, at your disposal, and perhaps even in ways Jungkook hadn’t been. He’d been straightforward with you. Bold, even. Jungkook almost had to admire it. He’d gone up to you and simply… asked you out. Showed interest, shot his shot. He liked you. He liked you and Jungkook knew he liked you in a way that you deserved. The realization sinks into him, a punch that knocks the air out of him as he makes his way through the garden and out into the beach. 

He’s so caught up in his own thoughts that he doesn’t notice you noticing him. But you do. You notice the way he talks to Mingyu, see the way his eyes grow darker with each passing second. You see the way he pushes the anger that threatens to leave him away. See the way he makes his way through the garden, steps a bit lost, like he doesn’t know where he’s going. You see the way his face falls with every step until they land in what you can only describe as sadness. The moment he’s out of sight, you excuse yourself from the conversation you’d halfheartedly been in, and go after him. 

He faces the ocean, takes in the sun as it begins to set, the air growing colder around him, the breeze making the waves choppier before they break at his feet. His mind is blank now and he’s almost grateful, his thoughts unable to attack him any further. All he can focus on is the sky turning colors and the ache that grows inside his chest. 

“Jungkook.”

Your voice is a whisper that gets caught up in the wind and for a second you think he doesn’t hear you, but then he’s turning his head around, eyes on yours as you make your way to him. The sand feels heavy on your feet, almost like it wants to stop you. But once you’re face to face with him he smiles. He smiles and you almost want to buy it but you know it’s not fully there. Nonetheless, you smile back. Your lips pulling up with the same nature as his. 

“Hi,” he says, looking at you for what the eternity of a second can hold before his gaze is back to the blue of the sea and the pink of the sky. 

“What happened?” You don’t have to pretend like you don’t know something did. You see the way he smiles again, only this time it holds something more. Bitterness, perhaps. 

He doesn’t look at you when he says, “Mingyu told me.”

“Told you what?”

“About him asking you out… he really likes you, you know?”

“Jungkook, I’m sorry. I- I said no. I told him-”

“I know,” he says, and it’s soft, holds no anger or resentment. “I guess that I’m just realizing that if you hadn’t said no… I couldn’t really hold it against you.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Your voice grows faint, a silent plea. You want him to look at you. 

“I can’t pretend like you owe me anything. And that’s on me, I guess. No- I know. I know it’s on me. And so I guess it’s catching up to me.”

You scoff, turning your face away from his, your own gaze fixated on the sea. The sky paints itself orange. You wrap your arms around your body, shaking your head in disbelief. 

“You still don’t get it, do you?”

He’s silent, and for once you welcome it. You don’t think the words you say next could leave you if he weren’t. And although brave, your voice is soft when you say,

“Jungkook, I love you.” You feel it when his eyes are on you. “I love you,” you shrug, a faint laugh leaving your lips. “I love you in the heat of the moment and I love you in the warmth of it. I love you when it’s cold. I love you when it’s freezing, even. I love you. And you don’t get it still. And perhaps I should try and find better words in hopes that you’d understand but I’m afraid that all I have is…,”

You pause, look into his eyes. 

“I love you.”

~

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[god-monsters]

How Lookism Guys Fall in Love with YOU + personal hc

Requested. If you can't tell how repetitive I am from my masterlist, here it is all side by side to show you exactly the sort of tropes I like a LOT. Sorta hc, sorta the storylines-ish I like to write.

Strangers to Lovers

Johan Seong

Meeting Johan and bonding through his pups. You don't even need to show him kindness. Show Eden and Miro kindness and you will enter his thoughts regardless.

A cliched way to a man's heart is his stomach. Feed Johan up too to up the relationship.

Lots of emotional maturing needed for Johan to understand what the hell is going on. Pulls away to get some distance yet always ends up by your side. He can't help it. Eventually just gives in.

Goo Kim

While I personally dislike the love at first sight trope, this guy would absolutely double take if there was something that caught his eye and then he would be his normal extroverted and clingy self to get to know you.

This fucking charmer. Yes he's annoying, but even then he gets under your skin and you can't help falling for him too.

Also a fan of the hot-and-cold-casual-fuck-buddies dynamic. He'll see you every day for a week, wake up in your bed then ghost you for a month. Rinse and repeat. After a little while - oh. Goo realises he misses you.

Samuel Seo

Ah the oh-shit-I-caught-feelings-when-we-were-just-casually-fucking-and-no-strings-attached pining.

Meeting at somewhere like a corporate event or even in a club.

Lots of inner turmoil as he gets to grips with his emotions and how to deal with you. A little bit of push and pull before he eventually admits how he feels.

Ryuhei Kuroda/Xiaolong

Just meeting someone, anyone who is the opposite of Mitsuki and Vivi. Showing them what a normal healthy person, with normal healthy interests looks like. Show them kindness, show them your sweet smile, show them you don't want anything apart from just them and they will fall for you.

Ryuhei - Not really much guilt with moving on from Mitsuki because face it. They weren't exactly anything.

Xiaolong - oof. The most angsty hurt/comfort you can think of.

Friends (classmates) to Lovers

Zack Lee

Long-ish time friend, but nothing progressed due to his feelings for Mira. Gradually circumstances bring you both closer together. Tending to his wounds, school projects, maybe even shopping for a gift for Mira.

Start to see you in a new light. Deals with a lot of denial at first and then later, guilt. Unsurprisingly, it's Mira that notices the change in Zack and encourages him to pursue you.

Vasco Tabasco/Jace Park

Classmate of theirs through J-high or knew them from middle school. Help to tutor Vasco or just generally up to some shit with Jace. Maybe playing detective.

Not involved with Burn Knuckles, but you might as well be. With Vasco or Jace, the rest of the crew treats you with the same level of respect as their No.1/2 and will protect you at all costs.

Relatively straightforward friends to lovers, with all the worries of gang shit.

Vin Jin

Love the idea of Vin Jin, Mary and You being best buds together. Either from Cheonliang or you getting closer to Vin through Mary once they attend J-High.

An absolute asshole though he is a little softer towards you. Takes him a while to fall for you and see you in a new light. Is so used to you as a friend that it will take someone else interfering or an event.

See masterlist for someone asking you on a date or Vin seeing you in his Cheonliang jacket heh (the latter really breaks his brain).

Jake Kim

Childhood friend to lovers. You knew him before he joined Big Deal and/or while he was a tall lanky middle school kid.

Always had a soft spot for you. Walking you home from school, spending evenings in the library messing around, hanging in the park. Once he joined Big Deal and you started high school, it added some distance between you but Jake still could never get you off his mind.

Eventually reconciling and slow burn into lovers. Dealing with all the usual angst of Jake putting you in danger and risking your safety by being with him. Hint: he gets over it eventually. Or else it turns into angsty regret (my personal fave!).

DG/James Lee

You know him from his James Lee days and go way back. Either classmates together or another very typical show-him-a-little-kindness and then wormed your way into his heart.

Sees you more and more, and no matter what, you're never judgemental of him and you're able to talk to him like a normal human being - which is a rarity. Growing closer together until he starts to confide in you. One day, James just realises you're the closest person to him and he likes you. You have grown and grown on him until it's obvious and completely hits him over the head with it.

Progress into lovers is very straightforward. You stick with him through thick and thin. Even with his transition into DG, you're the one constant in his life that he keeps close by and protects.

Eli Jang

Know Eli from his J-high days and always been good buddies with you. Sure you could tell he's good looking but you didn't put him on a pedestal.

Eventually growing closer to him and also meeting Yenna. Which is a huge step, by the way. Eli is so goddamn protective of her and when you are both introduced he thinks 'huh? this is? nice??'. Loves the idea of a happy family.

Bit of angst dealing with the death of Heather and moving on with you.

+ Daniel Park, Jay Hong, Warren Chae, Hudson Ahn, Kwak bros

Colleague/Crew Member to Lovers

Gun Park/Goo Kim

The third partner and completing the Gun/Goo/You trifecta. Teaming up with Goo to piss off Gun or with Gun to become the sassiest, most fearsome duo and a headache for the blonde.

Eugene/Samuel Seo

Working alongside and rising through the ranks, impressing them with your competency that they have no choice but to take notice of you. They struggle treading the line between professionalism and falling for you.

Jake Kim/Sinu Han

Big Deal crew member, joining and working your way into the Boss's heart. Another one for lots of pining and slow burn as they try not to fall for you because they feel it's pretty inappropriate.

Another favourite little scenario: you working on Big Deal street. Either taking up an empty premise or working in a store or restaurant and catching their eye. Flirtation abound especially when they visit you when you should be working and prove to be an awful distraction.

[frownyalfred]

Just saw your reply to the ask about Bruce's middle name, and am now thinking about the angst potential of Martha's reluctance to name him after a living relative even though she wasn't currently practicing vs a potential Wayne family tradition of naming sons after their fathers. (I have no idea if that is actually a thing in canon, but in my family we have a thing where the firstborn son gets his first name as either [insert English version of name here] or [insert Irish version of same name here], alternating through the generations; my brother shares his first name with our granddad, and my dad with our great granddad, and so on)

Oof yeah. And what room did the Wayne line have for what they considered to be a silly superstition? Maybe Thomas would be fine with skipping it, but the rest of the family wasn’t. Or maybe he wasn’t.

I’ve seen a couple responses to that post that are so angsty. Martha dying in the alley wondering if maybe she DID curse Thomas after all…..big oof.

[neoninky]

On top of finishing the latest chapter of my Diasomnia canon x oc fic today, I also made a sequel doodle to this post

Papa Lilia, Part 2 (featuring his off screen lady husband waifando who knows better than to let him poison feed their child his cooking lol)

Also baby daughter lore!

Her name is Hildie Vanrouge 🦇🎀 It's adorable and also Hilda means 'battle maiden' which is the most perfect name for Ex-General Vanrouge who also sings in Death Metal’s little girl 😂

Also woe unto anyone who even ponders about the possibility of them breaking lil' Hildie's heart in the future. Big Bro Squad (TM) ain't having it…it gonna be even worse if/when they have daughters OOF

Also I’m pretty sure Hildie just becomes a less angsty Marceline when she becomes a teenager lol.

I know y’all will wanna see this so here ya go: @hanafubukki @masquerade-of-misery @iscarlettappel @foxwitchaine @nuitthegoddess @wysteriadelights @yunaemiya @valy-gc @aiimee9 @aquaburst3

[poppeeta]

Don't get me wrong, I love the "out of shape" Shane concept. It's valid and more people should embrace it. I understand my boy is on the depresso expresso and most of the time that takes a toll on your health (heck, even your basic hygiene, won't I know it)

BUT

This dude helps around in Marnie's ranch, right? Do you know how much work that is on a daily basis?

Feeding animals, chopping wood, carrying around heavy... Stuff idk don't judge my poor argument, I just woke up hungover.

My point is boy must have a strong back for that, and that core strength? Off the charts. That upper body strength? OOF.

Also, yes we know his diet consists mostly of frozen pizza, pepper poppers and beer... But you know what that ranch must have in abundance? Eggs, cheese and milk. He has the best protein for his breakfast and a hc I have is that Marnie often "suggests" that he eats breakfast with her and Jas, just to help him build a stronger routine. Sometimes she just sits him down, and even some mornings they end up arguing about it (and I can draft a quick angsty one shot for yall about it)

Anyways, all this rambling is just to say that while Shane is a big boy, that boy is toned... he could also lift your OC and don't even sweat about it.

[doromoni]

Hunting Affections | CL16 , ?

Ships : Charles Leclerc x photographer! reader.

? x photographer! reader

Genre : fanfic + smau fic

faceclaim: Hwang Eunbi

warning : just a lil angsty

A/N : UP FOR EDITING 🤍

Part 1 : next>

Summary : Love is only just connections of neurons that take part in the brain … and yet, why is it the most painful when one falls alone?

or

Loving someone who doesn’t love you back , until you can’t no more. Maybe then they’ll actually know what they’ve lost.

y/n_stills.

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y/n_stills. Yo, @scuderiaferrari when do I get paid? Asking for a friend :DD

carlossainz55 niña , did you just…

y/n_stills. What? I need to eat @carlossainz55

landonorris our catering says otherwise

user1 lando u-

user2 lando woke up and chose violence

y/n_stills. U wanna take that back, kinder? @landonorris

landonorris yes ma’am, I apologize 😭

user2 Nvm i take it back

scuderiaferrari We’re.not.your.employer

user3 Y/N AND HER CONTINUES FEUD WITH FERRARI I CANNOT HAHAHHAA

y/n_stills. @user3 nahh ~ they luv me 😎

user4 Only Y/N, I swear.

mercedesamgf1 our garage is always open for you @y/n_stills.😉

user5 ariana what are you doing here??

user6 please do adopt y/n , she doesn’t bite… alot.

y/n_stills. @mercedesamgf1 🫣 I am on my way!

olliebearman @y/n_stills. where is the loyalty? Don’t leave me and @arthur_leclerc pls.

y/n_stills. Lmao ciáo~ @olliebearman

mclaren our food in exchange for race pictures 🤝

y/n_stills. DEAL! 🤝

oscarpiastri welcome to the team @y/n_stills. !

landonorris Noooooooo! my stoopwafels :(((

y/n_stills. This is why I love @oscarpiastri more than you @landonorris

user7 Big oof for lando, penalty for ocon.

redbullracing still visiting the garage next GP?

y/n_stills. You bet! or a certain driver will be all pouty and moody, we wouldn’t like that now do we @redbullracing?

user8 Y/N IS GOING TO REDBULL??!!

user9 holdupppp, a certain driver ?? Girl you—

user10 y/n please leave some for us 🥹

user11 y/n doesn’t collect f1 drivers, she collects f1 teams

liked by y/n_stills.

charles_leclerc

Liked by y/n_stills. , carlossainz55, scuderriaferrari and 1,537,157 others

charles_leclerc Race ready 💪

user1 Let’s go for podium!!

user2 Forza Ferrari!

scuderriaferrari Let’s go!

y/n_stills. Good luck out there Cha! ❤️

user3 oop… a soft y/n?

user4 feral y/n doesn’t exist when it comes to Charles

user1 wait… didn’t y/n take these photos?

user3 she did! Saw it on her ig posts

user1 then why did charles nor tag or give her credit?

user2 woah woah… that’s an L charles ://

user5 attentiones plagiarism 🔔‼️

user5 @charles_leclerc if you don’t bag @y/n_stills. Someone else will.

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user6 YO?! Max liked the comment?!!

user7 What??

y/n.exe (y/n private account)

navi.exe I’ll start my goodbye by saying I love you.

***

It’s not smart to post something so personal on the internet, but I never said I was smart on the first place, now did I? Because would a smart person stay where they are hurt the most?

“Y/N! Lets go the race is starting, you’ll miss your shots” A random Ferrari engineer startled me out of my thoughts — I would’ve known who that was if they we’re to stay a second longer, but much like the rest the person blended into the garage where it functioned in the systematic chaos that ensues every race.

Grabbing my camera , I stood up went out to take portraits of the person who doesn’t appreciate my work nor appreciate my person.

No, I am smart, love just makes the most intelligent of people stupid.

[newbornwhumperfly]

through the frightening door...

oof, so this was an angsty one, folks. 😢😢😢 i went and made a sad prompt - @whumpmasinjuly day six: left behind -  even sadder than it already was and in the process, i penned a big part of my boy morja’s backstory, so i’m gonna tag the story crew on this one. 🥺🥺🥺

CW: Grief, death of a loved one, dehumanization, just…big sads in this one, folks.  

title insp. by the poem “my dead friends” by marie howe - “billy’s already gone through the frightening door, whatever he says, i’ll do.” 

~

Diathésimós don’t have graves. 

The fallen must pay for a grave, or their families must, and graves are, they say, costly. Plots of land which could hold a house or a slot of gardened flowers or a new statue does not need to hold a patch of dirt and a stone. The ashes are poured into the wind, as disposable as they were in life. It is rare that a family, if the dead still have one, can afford to pay for the body’s return. It is rare, indeed, for one to ask. 

That doesn't mean their deaths are not marked by those who knew them. 

There is a stone, innocuous and small, where the dead are honored. Some write names down on the stone. Others don’t bother. 

There is one marking, one stone, Morja waits to visit. Part of it might be that he doesn't have to leave until he does this thing he must not neglect. 

It’s more than just the stone, of course. It would be silly to think of that only. There are places Morja won’t see again where she would go. Where she took comfort. And not seeing these places anymore will be the drag of a knife out from where it lodged. And he will pack the spot with rags to stop it from bleeding, field medicine, how well he knows how to do that. How to plug up a wound and keep walking. Don’t stop. If you stop, you’ll fall. 

But there’s…a way only she could find something pretty in this place. Like, there was a spot by the fountain in the courtyard where a stubborn plant grew. And it would get ripped out, an eyesore, nobody intended for this little purple flower to grow between cracks in the base of that marble foundation. But the dirt underneath was strong, Morja supposes, and Roe encouraged it, is the thing. She kept nudging aside the little shiny seashells that surrounded the root - decorative, ceramic, gleaming, imported from some shop to look more perfect than real shells, no sharp edges or rough surfaces. Morja remembers what a real seashell feels like. No, he doesn’t. But his maybe-memory is rougher than the shells in this courtyard. He knows this, at least, in the way he knows when an opponent is about to strike. 

But the purple stays caught in a sunbeam, is the problem. The shaft of daylight through the pillars hits the water as it sparkles and it hits the flower too. The water from the fountain falls on the patch of land bared by Roe’s hands. Somehow, it stays and stays. Somehow, it outlives her. Everything else has, after all.

This is, of course, where Roe’s stone lies. 

Where else would Morja have put it? The dead are dead, of course they are. Gone is gone and bodies are bodies, hollow bullet casings, no powder, no spark. Useless to collect, more useless to hold onto. But Roe wanted a stone. She would have wanted a stone, probably, certainly, yes. 

It is past the alcove with the missing statue where Roe perched, sweat-drenched from long training, or bleeding from a hit, tucked into the space once filled by the bust of a marble head. The space has stayed hollow, still, and on a dark night like this, Morja could imagine, if he were to try, that the black lines of her body melted into the hole in the wall. That maybe she were there, long-limbed and tiny, clambering up in there to nap. 

He told her so often not to. 

What if she got caught?

Her bright, black eyes would shine and she would say that until the statue took her place, this was her spot. 

Hers. Like she’d laid claim to it. So stupid. Nothing was theirs, she could never understand that. 

Past the alcove, still empty, Morja’s quiet steps go past the vine full of berries he was never brave enough to eat. Never disobedient enough. Of course. She got hit for taking the berries and she got more careful at taking them. Those berries weren’t hers to take, just because she watered the vines. 

The rows of women (goddesses, Morja was told) tall and imposing and cool to the touch, their eyes looking down to keep watch on the garden, on its dwellers, and Morja would shiver sometimes when he was younger, passing by them, because what if they saw him misbehave? What if their marble fingers pointed at him in accusation? 

Roe looked up and tilted her head, one foot angled like the goddess with a bow and an arrow, elbow crooked just so, Roe so good with her aim, as good a shot as Morja, even so young. Her palms swipe sweat off, passing over the flat expanse of her torso, tugging at the close-fitting training shirt, and twisting it to match the ripples in the fabric. 

It will wrinkle, Morja fretted quietly.

Do you think I could pull off a look like that? Roe asked, 

The marble’s paint is fresh and gleaming, blue cloth draped elegantly over one shoulder, baring the breast beneath the other, her body small and yet powerful, royal, gold glinting on the folds of her skirt and the twists of her sandals. 

I don’t think we could ever wear anything that…nice, Morja had answered. 

Of course she could have. That’s what he should have said. He didn’t want to raise her hopes. He didn’t- she would have looked royal and powerful as Athena. 

The huntress looks down at Morja, out when he should not be, and he doesn't shiver anymore. He doesn’t quail before imaginary eyes as he kneels at the base of the fountain, the moon shining silver on the purple petals. Other hands have pushed the shells aside since- since the stone was placed behind the blossom. The crude shape of an animal drawn with a shaky hand, white paint on a black rock, traces the outline of tiny hooves, spindly legs, the body of a deer. 

Morja doesn’t know who drew it. It’s beautiful. And he cannot take this stone. This is- it’s tradition and he has to respect it. It would feel wrong to move this stone as stones are not to be moved. 

But he looks at it for a long time. Kneeling on the cold stone, the mist of the water landing on him and wetting his face, taking the role of the tears he cannot shed. The stone and the flower blur before his eyes but that’s just because he’s tired. He’s so tired. 

Maybe…maybe the alcove did belong to her, in a way. She was the one who used it. Maybe the fruit on the vine was hers to sit under, to eat from, unafraid. Maybe this flower was hers because she’s the only one who gave a damn about it. 

Morja doesn’t want to leave the stone. The flower. The alcove and the statue. Fuck, he doesn’t want to leave this stone. What should I do? Who will- nobody will tell me to go. Nobody will, they never will, how can I go when I’m going on my own, when nobody has sent me? How can I leave this behind? How can I leave her behind?

But…she isn’t here. And Morja can’t be, either. Can he? He can’t take this stone. And he can’t stay and watch over it. 

Morja stands, every muscle in his legs protesting, sharp and tingling, at rising. It hurts as much to stand up from kneeling as it does to kneel. But he stands anyway. Leaves the stone under the fountain, behind the flower. 

Roe has gone. 

It is time for him to leave the stone and go as well.

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Chaos // Bradley Bradshaw

Chapter Two: Basic Emotional Manoeuvring

Summary: Tensions begin to rise between you and Rooster, you and Hangman, and Hangman and Rooster. With a secret close to your chest, you do your best to navigate the drills Maverick has the TopGun class run.

Warnings: Rooster x Reader. Angst. Ex lover ex girlfriend/boyfriend lusting. Incredibly high tensions.

Word Count: 6.2k

Author Note: We absolutely smashed this chapter out. Please trust me! There’s a lot going on in terms of plot BUT it all comes together I promise. Chapter Two is a complete set up for everything to come. You think this angsty? Oof get ready. xx Leah

 Pete Michelle spent the night he’d been kicked out of the Hard Deck Bar reading though every single one of his Lieutenant‘s files. Going through them with a fine tooth comb to find strengths, weaknesses—anything he could use to his advantage. Something that caught his attention was something you hadn’t bothered to disclose to anyone, a file detailing the events that happened just prior to your arrival in Miramar. Pete thought your history with Bradley was going to be his biggest problem? But this? This took the cake.

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~

Sleep was not something that came easy to you. More often than not by the time your alarm was blasting you awake at the ass crack of dawn, you honestly felt that you had just fallen asleep. Pulling your flight suit up over your shoulders, you slammed your locker door. Jumping slightly as Bob stood right behind where your locker door had once been open.

“You know it's funny, in all the time we flew together you never mentioned that the on again off again jerk who broke your heart was Bradley Bradshaw.” Bob moved his glasses up the bridge of his nose a little as you groaned, letting your forehead rest against the metal of your now closed locker door.

“You didn't know Rooster until yesterday, Bob– it wouldn't have mattered if you knew his name or not.”

“Does he know though?” Bob stepped a little closer, his voice lowered by a few notches as he looked around the almost empty locker room. “About–”

“No, he doesn't.” You spoke through gritted teeth. It wasnt that you were mad at Bob, but it was too early for this shit and you were overly tired after having not slept a wink. The caffeine you have pumped into your system hadnt exactly kicked in yet, and, you were positive there was still gunk in your eyes. “And he doesn't need to know.”

“Chaos.” Bob's voice was soft, he cared too much about the people around him. You knew that much as his hand fell to your shoulder. “Losing a wingman is never easy on anyone.” You shuddered at the memory, the thought. It was only days after that you had received orders to return to TopGun. You had never in your wildest dreams thought you would lose a wingman. Perhaps that was the ego of your expertise talking. Or maybe you just thought that happened to other people. It could never happen to you. But it did and it hit harder than a semi truck.

“I want you on the road to the North Island within the hour.” You still had blood soaked into your cream coloured uniform from when Bob had dragged you from the hospital, that's how quickly things change. In the blink of an eye.

“North Island, sir?” You murmured, barely listening to begin with, god you thought for sure you commanding officer at the time was about to chew you out. You'd messed up. Big time, even if the final inquiry would clear you of any wrongdoing. You held that loss close to the heart.

“Call came in with impeccable timing, right as I was driving to ground your ass, It galls me to say it, but for reasons only to the almighty and your guardian angel–you've been called back to TopGun.”

“Especially when it's your own fault right?” Bob saw the tears welling in your eyes as you shrugged his hand from your shoulder, going back to doing up your flight suit. One button after the other before zipping it shut. You groaned softly pointing at his chest. “Tell anyone about this and I swear you’ll find ground up ginger in every orifice you have, Floyd.”

“Chaos–” Bob watched as you left the locker room, leaving him standing in the now completely empty locker room. Chewing his bottom lip. Thinking to himself that this was not going to be pleasant.

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***

“Attention on deck!” Chairs scraped against the smooth concrete flooring of the aircraft hangar turned makeshift classroom. You hung out at the back of the class, not wanting to draw anymore attention to yourself after yesterday's foiled reconaconce mission at the hard Deck.

“Morning, welcome to your special training detachment, be seated.” Sitting back in your chair you sighed, cracking your knuckles absentmindedly.

“I’m Admiral Bates, NAWDC commander, you’re all top gun graduates—the elite.” It was as if Admiral Bates was trying to tell you what you already knew.

“The best of the best.” Yep. He definitely was.

“That was yesterday, the enemy’s new fifth generation fighters have levelled the playing field. Details are few but you can be sure we no longer have the technological advantage, success now more than ever, comes down to the man or woman in the box.” Listening, you eyed down the backs of your colleagues heads, memorising features like the scar Coyote had just behind his left ear and the way Phoenix did her hair.

“Half of you will make the cut, one of you will be named mission leader and the other half will remain in reserve.” You told yourself you wouldn’t mind staying in reserve, hell—if it meant you got to go home safe and live to see another day that was good enough for you. You had a reputation much like Hangman’s, reckless, cocky, exceptional in the cockpit. Only difference between you and him that you could tell so far was that you were a team player regardless if you didn’t play well with others. You always had your teammates' backs.

“Your instructor is a TopGun graduate with real world experience in every mission aspect you will be expected to master. His exploits are legendary and he is considered to be one of the finest pilots this program has ever produced.” You heard heavy footsteps approaching before you saw Pete Maverick Mitchell walk past you down the aisle. You watched as Rooster turned to see who was coming and the way his face contorted into something of disgust, anger and betrayal made your heart sink into your stomach. It wasn’t long after Maverick had passed by him that his eyes were landing on you. Total and utter shock oozing from his pores.

“What he has to teach you may very well mean the difference between life and death.” You turned your attention back to Admiral Bates before Rooster had a chance to kill your with his laser locked gaze, you felt his stare burning into the side of your cheek as you tried your best to ignore him. For some reason or another, he made you feel like you’d kicked a puppy out in the rain.

“I give you Captain Pete Mitchell—Call sign, Maverick.”

“Goodmorning.” Mav smirked towards where Hangman sat right up front. You could only sink a little more into your chair as you hid a wild shit eating grin. It must have stung to know his actions of throwing his instructor out of the Hard Deck Bar would cost him. “The F-18 NATOPS.” Holding the book you knew inside and out up in the air for the class to see. “It contains everything they want you to know about your aircraft.” Maverick explained. “I'm assuming you know the book inside and out?” He questioned. Maverick wasn't expecting a response, but nevertheless– he got one anyway. From both Hangman and Coyte.

“Damn right–”

“You got it.” You rolled your eyes as you watched Mav dump the NATOPs book into the nearest bin.

“So does your enemy.” he smirked as the dumbfounded class looked his way.

“And we’re off” You mumbled to yourself as you sat up a little straighter.

“But what the enemy doest know is your limits, I intend to find them, test them, push beyond.” Mavericks eyes locked onto yours. He smirked a little brighter when you ducked your head. You knew where this was going and you didn't want it to. Rooster followed Mavericks gaze, landing on you. You saw nothing but betrayal in his eyes. You could only begin to imagine what you thought Rooster was thinking right now. You fucking knew he was here, there was no way in hell you didnt. “Today we’ll start with what you think you know.” Mav nodded as he stood a little straighter. “You show me what you’re made of.”

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~

“Kazansky!” Rooster shouted as he marched towards you. Both geared up and ready to go. Stopping in your tracks you turned slowly.

“Bradley I didn’t tell you because you would have high tailed it right out of Fightertown if you knew!” You already knew what he was going to ask. Why you did it. Why you didn’t tell him about Maverick?

“You’re crazy!” Rooster hissed. “Selfish, borderline abusive is what you are, you should have told me!” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “I deserve to be able to make my own god damn decisions and you had no right to make this one for me!” His helmet dropped from where he held it against his hip to the ground below. Your eyes followed it as you scooped it up, shoving it back into his chest.”

“One, don’t drop your helmet, it could be the only thing that saves your goddamn life one day.” You reminded him. “And two, I didn’t make any decisions for you Bradshaw, you can still leave!” You were quick to remind him. Matching his anger and his tone. “So don’t come at me with the insults when no one, including me, is holding you hostage with a gun to your head saying stay—but if you throw this opportunity out the window because you can’t get over the fact Pete was doing what your own mother asked him to do then that’s on you!” Rooster stood silent as he watched your chest rise and fall and the anger you let loose crashed over him like a title wave. “Borderline abusive—what the fuck was that shit?

“You’re insane—“ He scoffed. Running a hand through his hair in annoyance. Wanting to be angry with you so bad but he just couldn’t logically because he knew you were right. He would have left if you’d told him.

“What? So now I’m insane because I don't want to love you? Don’t want to care about you enough to know you would have bolted? Is that the point you’re trying to make here?”

“What!? No!” Rooster pulled at his hair. “Wrong!—you're insane because you do love me, that’s the point! And it drives me crazy because you do shit like this, like omitting the fact you knew who would be training us for this mission thinking you’re doing me a goddamn favour!”

“But I don’t want to love you! God I just wanna be able to fucking hate you because you’re just some boy who made me laugh when I’d be around at uncle Pete’s house and you’d be there too because you were always there!”

“Some boy huh?” Rooster repeated the only part that made his heart melt. He remembered his childhood fondly. The days you’d spend together in your treehouse. Playing tag in the front yard of his mothers house before you’d invite him over for a tea party. He always used the blue cup—because of course blue was a boy's colour.

“Yeah—just some dumb boy!” You caught the smirk on Rooster's face as he stepped closer. “What!?”

“Couldn’t think of anything better to call me then dumb?” You were completely speechless. Rooster's arm snaked around the small of your waist, drawing you close as he whispered in your ear. His breath was incredibly hot against the junction of our neck. “See, I really don’t think you mean that?” He smirked. “Because as much as I wanna absolutely obliterate you for not telling me dear old uncle Pete was gonna be here, I’d much rather just let bygones be bygones so we can what was it you said? Right, go our separate ways.” You felt Bradley’s lips ghost your earlobe. “Unless you don’t wanna do that anymore?” Snapping out of the trance like state Bradley had you in, you shoved at his chest—watching as he stumbled back slightly before you slapped his cheek. The string radiating across his face as a red mark appeared soon after.

“Shit! You slapped me! What because I kissed your fucking earlobe!?” Rooster groaned as you stepped towards him. Hangman watched from a distance, curiosity would most certainly kill the cat. To the point where he even made himself a mental note to pull your file out. Have a read—finding some very interesting details.

“Stop treating me like I’m some girl who’s obsessed with you—“ Gritting your teeth so hard you thought for a moment they’d break. “Give me one good reason to fight for you Bradshaw and I will, but until that moment we are nothing but two people who share a common goal.”

“Which is—?”

“Not killing each other.”

“Chaos, a word please.” Maverick approached the pair of you as you placed your helmet over your head, turning your gaze to where he stood.

“Yes sir—“ leaving Rooster standing by himself as he watched you walk away. This wasn’t going to be as easy as he thought it would be.

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~

“Goodmorning, aviators, this is your captain speaking.” Maverick spoke calmingly through the comms stat. Just a hint of cockyness to his voice. “Welcome to basic fighter manoeuvres.” You laid as low as you could below radar as to not show up on anyone's systems. As instructed by Maverick just before take off. “As briefed, today's exercise is dogfighting. Guns only, no missiles. We do not go below the hard deck of five thousand feet. Working as a team, you had to shoot me down, and my wingman.” It was an honour and a privilege in and of itself to be Mavericks wingman for the day. Even if it was just for basic fighter manoeuvres. “Or else.”

“Or else what, Sir?” Payback chimed in as you smirked to yourself.

“Or else Chaos shoots back–” You couldn’t see him, but you could only imagine just how hard Rooster rolled his eyes. He wasn’t joking when he’d foiled your reconnaissance at the Hard Deck. If you were here he and the boys may as well have packed up shop from the beginning. Because besides Maverick himself? in Roosters opinion—when it came to Dogfighting? You never had a thought behind your eyes. You never thought you just did and that to him was reckless endangerment. To the Navy? That’s what earned you your call sign.

Bradley Bradshaw has graduated from the Naval Academy with honours in ballistics combat. You’d been at his graduation ceremony. The picture of the two of you embracing one another just after he’d walked out sat framed in your living room just off base. A short twenty minute drive into Fightertown. You brought it with you in your suitcase to every station you were ever posted to.

Just two short years later you’d followed suit. You graduated with a disciplinary caution against your name and a reputation to uphold—you were Y/n Chaos Kazansky. Born and bred to be a pain in the ass. Rooster wasn’t at your graduation ceremony. He had already been called to TopGun by that point. But he sent you a text.

(How do my footsteps look as you’re following them? Congratulations Lieutenant Kazansky)

“If she shoots either one of you down, you both lose.” Mav’s voice broke you from your own head as you lost your concentration for a moment, getting yourself into the game you looked above to see the two F-18’s sitting pretty. Like sitting ducks.

“What's to say we put some skin in the game.” Payback replied as you throttled up ever so slightly, gaining some much needed speed. Preparing to absolutely rock their socks off.

“What do you have in mind?” Maverick asked, buying you a little more time as he watched you gaining speed from above.

“Whoever gets shot down first has to do two hundred push ups.” Payback put the bet out into the open. You couldn't help but to shake your head knowing that the delayed onset muscle soreness these boys would feel come tomorrow afternoon would be other worldly. You already knew you wouldn’t be the one doing push-ups.

“Guys, that's a lot of push ups.” Rooster's voice had your heart skipping a beat in your chest as you watched him fly just above Payback. His wingman for this drill.

“Well, they don't call it an exercise for nothing, Rooster.” Chiming in from his seat in the back of Payback’s F-18, Fanboy chuckled.

“Alright, you got yourself a deal gentlemen.” Maverick agreed to the ridiculous deal. “Fights on, let's turn and burn.” At the signal Maverick had told you he'd give you, you throttled up hard, accelerating up from the ground below, the two fighter jets separated just enough for you to swoop in between them.

“Fanboy, you see her?” Rooster asked as he looked around for your F-18. Knowing you were just shy of insanity when it came to combat drills. He still never suspected you to pull the stunt you did. But again—you wouldn’t be Chaos if you didn’t.

“Nothing on the radar up ahead. She must be somewhere behind us.” Just as Fanboy went to term his head, you swooped in between the two fighter jets, scaring the absolute Jesus out of all three of them as you flew up and over. Watching as they respectfully broke left and right.

“Dammit!” Rooster hissed as he tailed after you. Regaining his control.

“What the hell! Jesus Roster, your girlfriend scared the shit outta me!” Payback shouted as he followed suit. You could quite clearly hear Maverick enjoying the stunt you had just successfully pulled off. You didn’t let Payback's girlfriend comment get to you. No— you were in the fucking zone. Your element.

“Tally, Tally, Tally!” Fanboy shouted. “Chaos’s coming in, break left!”

“Breaking left! Payback confirmed. You were having a field day with this.

“Coming at your boys, whatcha gonna do?” Snickering you fell behind them. “Payback, where's your wingman?” You reminded the frazzled pilot this was a group exercise. You wanted a challenge not an opening.

“Rooster, where are you?”

“I got your back.” Roosters voice lit your ears on fire. “I'm coming, hang in there, hang in there.”

“Hurry up man, hurry up!” Rooster cut in front of you sharply. A nice crisp manoeuvre. Sending your targeting system haywire for a second before it found him.

“Payback, break right.” Rooster ordered.

“Breaking right!” You listened as Payback confirmed his next move.

“Rooster just saved your life fellas.” You couldn't help the wicked shit eating grin that fell across your face. Watching as you almost had him on tone. “But it's gonna cost him”

“Not this time Chaos–” Rooster hissed. Evading you manoeuvring expertly.

“Rooster, you're too low!” You shouted through the comms as you dived and turned, following Roosters every move. “You're hitting the hard deck!” The sound of Roosters auto pilot altering him of his altitude rang through your comms.

“Oh shit–” Rooster pulled back on this throttle, pulling up to avoid the hard deck with force and speed. But it wasn't enough, swinging under his F-18 and pulling up and around, the high pitched sound filled everyone's eardrums, including the pilots on the ground hovering around the radio.

“That's a kill–”

“Lover boys gonna hate those push ups—“ Hangman snickered from his chair.

You’d taken out every single aviator that rotated through the rounds. It was becoming somewhat pathetic now. You were itching for a real challenge. Flying low, out of sight out of mind, you listened in on Hangman and Roosters not so private conversation as they geared up to take you down. Maverick hanging back as he watched you dominate—backup unnecessary. Flying directly under Roosters F-18.

“So Rooster, mind if I ask you a personal question?” Hangman raised his eyebrow as he flew right beside Rooster.

“Would it matter if I did?”

“What’s the story between you and Chaos?” He poked the bear. “It seems like she’s got you a little rattled?”

“It’s none of your business—“ Rooster hissed. “Now where the hell is she anyway?”

“Been here the whole time.” Flying directly under Roosters jet, you inverted yourself above him. Looking down at Bradley Bradshaw as he looked up at you. “Can you see me now?”

“Holy shit—“ Hangman had never seen anyone pull a stunt like this up close and personal. Maverick made a mental note to remind you this was supposed to be basic fighter manoeuvres. Not a dick measuring contest.

“C’mon Rooster, let’s get it over with.” You snarled, knowing he just wanted to let you have it. Take you down. Sure you weren’t going to let that happen, but it would be a hell of a lot of fun to see him try now wouldn’t it.

You saw the look in his eyes, the snarl that was surely hiding behind his mask.

“Fights on!” Rooster shouted as he broke left and you broke right. Forcing you both down into a cobra like manoeuvre. Maverick was going to have your ass for this.

“What is with these two?” Hangman questioned as he watched you both dive. Snaking around each other— Neither of you wanting to be the first to back down.

“Alright, you put us here!” You hissed. “How are you gonna get yourself out?”

“You can bail out any time!” The group on the ground watched on in shock as they listened to you and Rooster go back and forth while engaging in a grade A manoeuvre most of the pilots on deck had never done, let alone successfully pulled off.

“How long do you wanna go for, Rooster?”

“I can go as long as you can, Chaos, and that’s saying something—“ You watched your altitude drop dramatically.

“We need to put the past behind us! Both of us!”

“Yeah, it's easy for you to say, miss high road!” Rooster hadnt made things any easier with the stunt he’d pulled before training.

“Hard decks five thousand feet guys you're running out of room.” Hangman’s voice came through the comms as he watched on from above.

“Your strategy is about to run us into the ground!” You shouted, still not giving in. “What’s your move?” Warning bells and whistles filled your cockpit as your altitude dropped below three thousand feet. You waited till the very last second before pulling up—watching as Rooster did just after you, right on your tail.

“You’ve got her Rooster!” Hangman confirmed. “Drop down and take the shot.” Looking behind you, you waited for Rooster to take his shot. Get you on tone, but he never did. He sat perched on his branch.

“It’s too low!”

“Times up, you had your chance—“ knowing you were going to be chewed out by Admirals Bates and Beau, by Maverick, by Rooster, you put this whole charade to an end. Throttling back and pulled up and behind Rooster—getting tone on him immediately. “That’s a kill.” You groaned. “Knock it off.”

“Dammit—“ Rooster hung his head low. What the hell had he been thinking? Flying up beside him one final time. You locked eyes with Bradley.

“Go see Hondo about your push-ups. I’ll meet you down there.” Breaking away you felt your heart in your stomach. This was not going to go down well at all.

***~***~***~***

“Breaking the hard deck, insubordination? Only love makes you that crazy sweetheart and that damn stupid.” Maverick hated chewing you out but he had to bring you down to earth. Cyclone sat at his desk as you stood before him. Maverick and Warlock off to the side.

“And that cobra manoeuvre of yours? I never wanna see that shit again.” Vice Admiral Beau added. “I hope you understand that you are one mishap away from being pulled from this detachment all together, do you hear me?”

“Yes sir—“ You replied sharply, knowing you were out of line.

“You are much too like your father.” Cyclone knew it struck a nerve, but that’s what he intended to do. You weren’t untouchable, but you were close to it.

“Glad I’m managing expectations sir.” You tried not to smirk as Cyclone pointed at the door. Nodding you turned on your heels and left, opening the door to see Rooster leaning against the wall across the hall. Rolling your eyes, you headed down the hall, Rooster hot on your heels.

“Dumbass—“ Rooster played on what you had called him earlier.

“My love language is affirmations, Bradley, try harder.” Gripping your forearm tight, Rooster stopped you in your tracks.

“What kind of a stunt was that huh?” He hissed, pulling you closer.

“You tell me? You had a chance to get me on tone and you never took the shot?” Challenging Rooster as you kept your eyes on him. His hand still gripping you around your forearm. Standing in the middle of the hallway. “Why’d you hesitate? You don’t think! You just do—thinking? It could get you killed.”

“Because I can’t stand the thought of hearing someone get that lock on you, I couldn’t do it, even in training.”

“Rooster—“ Your voice was barely audible.

“And that really blows because I’ve never wanted to hate you more than I do right now.” You felt Roosters grip slip from your forearm. “I can’t get over how angry I am at you that you didn’t tell me about Mav—“ Your jaw slacked as you felt your anger bubble to the surface.

“You’re angry at me?” You questioned. “I’m angry at you!” You shouted, your voice echoing through the halls. “You left me!” Pausing as the silence spoke louder than anything you could ever say. “You left me when I needed you the most! Bradley, I—“ You were going to tell him, about your dad, about your wingman. But there was no point, he was just going to pull the same stunt he always did. Smashing your fist against his chest Rooster caught your wrist. Drawing you into his chest as you sobbed. “You’re the one who fucked up—“

“Yeah, I fucked up—“ Kissing the top of your head as you cried in his chest, your arms holding him close around his midsection. The was something you weren’t telling him, Rooster sensed it. He’d press you for it at a later time but for now? He simply held you. He really did love you. He just didn’t know how to act anymore. “I’m sorry—I’m so sorry.”

“I’m not letting you in again because all you ever do is break my heart.” You pulled away, wiping your own tears. Turning with a sigh you gestured for Bradley to follow. He did instantly. “I gotta go get some ginger—come with?” Sending you a questioning brow Rooster complied with your request. His arm wrapping around your shoulders—just like he used to do in highschool.

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“This makes time your greatest adversary. You’ll fly a route in your nav systems that simulate the canyon. The faster you navigate this canyon the harder it’ll be to stay under the radar of the enemy SAMS.” The underlying feeling of existential dread you’d been suppressing from the moment you were briefed in light detail about the mission came bubbling to the surface the moment Pete started speaking before the graduate class.

“The tighter the turns, The more intensity the gravity on your body multiplies, compressing your lungs forcing the blood from your brain impairing your judgement and reaction time.” For a very brief moment—you caught yourself wishing, hoping that Rooster wouldn’t be chosen. It wasn’t that you thought he wasn’t capable. No. It was that you believed deep down you wouldn’t be able to cope with the anxiety that came along with waiting for him to come back. The more you tried to fight that feeling the more the only solution to the problem reared its ungly head. You were either going on this mission together or not at all—only problem was? Flying together was impossible at this point in time.

“So for today's practice, we’re gonna take it easy on you. Max ceiling is three hundred feet. Time to target three minutes.”

One by one, group by group, team by team— Maverick picked you apart. None of you had flown the route accordingly. Slumping in your chair next to Rooster, you looked over at him as he stained directly forward. Your existence to him obsolete.

You’d been paired together for one of the rounds. It was the only time anyone had ever made it to the target. But a whole minute late. If he had listened to you a little more about increasing his speed perhaps you could have completed it without failing the time aspect. But he wouldn’t, and you weren’t about to leave your wingman behind. Never again would you ever do that.

“Why are they dead?”

“We broke the three hundred foot ceiling and SAM took us out.” Phoenix explained.

“No, why are they dead?” Maverick asked again, this time more stern.

“I slowed down and didn’t give her a warning, it was my fault—“ Coyote pressed.

“Was there a reason you didn’t communicate with your team?”

“I was focusing on—“

“One that their family will accept at the funeral?”

“None sir—“

“Why didn’t you anticipate the turn? you were briefed on the terrain.” Before Phoenix could reply Mav was quick to interject again. “Don’t tell me, tell his family.” Maverick turned his attention to the simulation Hangman, Payback and Flyboy ran. Sighing, he held the bridge of his nose to relieve some built up pressure.

“What happened?”

“I flew as fast as I could—kind of like my ass depended on it.” You hated the way Hangman had been so nonchalant about leaving his wingman behind. It killed you to think it was so easy for him.

“And, you put your team in danger, and your wingman’s dead—“ Rooster growled.

“They couldn’t keep up.” It made bile rise in the back of your throat. It was clear to him and have never lost a wingman in the field. Like you once did, he probably believes he’d never experience it. But he would one-day. Every pilot would.

“Leaving your wingman behind—nice tactic.” You scoffed as you tapped your pen on the paper before you.

“A tactic you’ve used?” Hangman was quick to retaliate. What the fuck did he know? Shifting in your seat, Rooster looked at you with concern. Shrugging his eyes off you, he turned his attention back to Maverick.

“Why are you dead?” Maverick watched the playback as you and Rooster made it to the target. “You're the team leader up there, so why are you and your wingwoman—dead?”

“Rooster, we're twenty seconds behind and dropping!” You shouted as you followed just behind him through the navigation systems route. You thought flying together would be easier than against one another. You weren’t too sure you could fly together at all.

“We’re fine, speed is good.” Rooster replied as he led you through the terrain. Shaking your head you disagreed, knowing wholeheartedly that this would be a failed run if you didn’t pick up the pace.

“Increase to five hundred knots Bradshaw, we’re falling behind—we won’t make it.” Something about the time you used when you said his last name made Rooster blind. He hated it—he only ever wanted to be someone you called yours. Rooster, Bradley—nicknames like love and bub he missed endlessly. But Bradshaw was cold. Giving you the same treatment. A constant back and forth.

“Negative Kazansky, hold your speed!” Rooster knew it was killing you to not be lead.

“Rooster, we're late!” You audibly groaned. This was influrating. You wouldn’t leave him though.

“We’re alive, we’ll make up time in the straightaway.” You knew that was a lie, you were too far behind the timer to gain any more ground.

“We are not going to make it!”

“Just trust me, maintain your speed, we can make it.” It was needless to say you made it. But you knew it wasn’t good enough. You were an entire minute late. Regardless if you had or hadn’t left Rooster? he was a deadman walking.

“Sir, they’re the only ones who made it to the target?” Phoenix hesitated to chime in, but she did anyway.

“A whole minute late, he gave enemy aircraft time to shoot him down— he is dead, his wingman who knew better is dead.”

“You don’t know that.” Interjecting, Rooster mumbled as you chewed on the back of your pen, taking notes. Keeping out of this as much as you could.

“You’re not flying fast enough!” Hangman chuckled. “You don’t have a second to waste.”

“We made it to the target—“ Rooster retaliated. You could hear it in his tone he was starting to lose his cool. Deciding to kick his boot with yours to draw his attention back to you. Sending him a small frown as Rooster looked at you with soft apologetic eyes. He couldn’t stand the thought of you not leaving his side even if he was wrong.

“And superior enemy aircraft intercepted you on your way out!” Maverick hissed.

“Then it’s a dog fight.” You shook your head in disbelief as Roosted tried to defend his run through. Big headed. Unable to access he may have been wrong.

“Rooster, against fifth generation fighters?” He turned back to you, anger prominent in his tone.

“Yeah, we’d still have a chance.”

“In an F-18!?“ Countering his defence Maverick hissed.

“It’s not the plane sir, it’s the pilot.” Rooster stated before the room fell short of oxygen.

“Exactly!” Maverick looked at Rooster before he looked at you—you knew instantly that he knew what Bob knew also. What had happened in Lemoore. Pete Mitchell knew that you’d requested not to fly with a backseater for this particular detachment. It was in your file. He knew your wingman had taken a hit during a routine run. Something that could have been avoided if more caution had been taken. But you and Bob saw it play out helplessly and you blamed yourself. How could you not? Survivors guilt you guessed. “And I don’t believe any of you at this moment in time are capable. Especially Lieutenant Kazansky.” You sunk a little lower. “She knew you were flying too fast, inadvertently allowing you to be taken out by enemy aircraft.”

“I wasn’t leaving another wingman behind sir—“ you slipped up when you said another, Bob's ears grew hot under the pressure he felt in his chest as he sat in the row in front of you. Rooster frowned for a second as he turned his head to briefly look your way. Before returning his attention to Maverick.

“There’s more than one way to fly this mission.”

“You really don’t get it—“ It was Hangman who had your head turning. “On this mission, a man flies like Chaos did yesterday in basic or a man does not come back. The second she flew with you instead of against you? She’s holding back the throttle?” You had to bite your tongue, so hard in fact you tasted blood. “Look I don’t mean to criticise, you’re Conservative that’s all—“

“Lieutenant—“ Maverick tried to stop the conversation from escalating out of hand.

“we’re going into combat, son, on a level no living pilot has ever seen.” Jake paused, turning to Maverick for a second. Pointing his direction. “Not even him.” You felt your body shiver. “There’s no time to be thinking about the past.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Rooster hissed as he sat up a little straighter.

“Rooster—“ Placing a hand on his shoulder, you tried to calm him down. To absolutely no avail.

“I can’t be the only one that knows that Maverick flew with his old man—“ You thought Jake Seeesin was a piece of work before, but now your suspicions were truly confirmed.

“That’s enough!” You shouted over Roosters shoulder.

“Or that Maverick was flying when his old man—“ in the blink of an eye Rooster was up out of his chair, across the aisle and shoving at Hangman’s chest, sending him stumbling back. Jumping up after Rooster you stood before him with your hands on his chest as Bob held his hand to Roosters shoulder. Payback holding him back.

“You son of of bitch!” Rooster hissed through gritted teeth.

“Ha, I’m cool, I’m cool—“ Jake dusted himself off as you turned to face him. “And you, what the hell do you think you’re playing at?”

“You crossed a line, Seresin.”

“You should have left him in the dust, or is that not something you do anymore? Lieutenant Kazansky?” You didn’t respond, blinded by hot white range rushing through your body as Hangman stepped closer . “Oh yeah, I pulled your file after your little cobra stunt yesterday—Bobby Boy over here’s been holding back a secret.” As your eyes grew wide Jake turned his attention back to Bob. His face guilt ridden.

“He’s not cut out for this mission, neither is she.” Growling as Jake got up in your face, as you eyed him down. Your fists clenched beside you. “You know I’m rig—“ Before Jake could finish his sentence you took a swing. You fist connect with his jaw, violently.

“Say it again!” You shouted as Maverick scooped you up, placing you over his shoulder. Gesturing for Rooster to follow suit. For Bob to tail behind. “Mother Fucker say it again!” You growled as you flailed on Mavericks shoulder, his grip right around your midsection.

Hangman collected himself as his jaw throbbed. Rooster didn’t take his eyes off you as you still shouted profanities his way. Being carried out of the room. “Let me fucking have me!” “Let go of me!!” “Say it again Seresin I swear to fucking god!”

“You’re done Kazansky—“ Maverick sighed. He knew that once word spread that you had physically assaulted another Lieutenant, that the admirals would see to your immediate removal from the detachment. His heart grew ten times heavier as you went limp in his grip—accepting you’d royally screwed up.

“You’re done.”

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[yongislong]

intimate moments + 127

wc/genre: 2,010k... fluff, domestic, angsty?? suggestive? mayhaphs. established relationships with nonidol!127. not proofread oof

cw/note: no cws i dont think but lmk! ty for requesting anon! requests are always open btw hehe! but YUUPP yknow what time it is my first 127 headcannons muahaha so here we go :> mark and haechan are in the dreamies post. i used and and like a lot im SORRY LMFAO but tysm for the support :") i was surprised people liked my other stuff sm! im quite insecure about the way i wrote bc.. i write how i talk haha, its kind of a mess. i wish i could make my posts a lot cuter and stuff but school is tiring, i appreciate all of your love lately though, this was all for myself and first bc i was going through it but im glad people enjoy it! sorry this is so long i just wanted to let yall know a bit more abt me! :D

taeil… cooking: GOD im having taeil brainrot bc he was on that baby show, and him ripping that crab with his bare hands.... sickening. bc UGH he is such husband material. imagining you both in the kitchen cooking and he's genuinely such a menace and you cant hear the music you suggested to play, anymore bc his smooching noises are so LOUD and suddenly the homemade pho you were both attempting to make while wearing matching aprons is on the verge of being forgotten lol. you finally give in after much name calling from him and let him press your cheeks together to give you a wet, loud smooch on your forehead. theres something about cooking to taeil thats so personal and adult-y to him. like oh my god here you both are, sitting in your VERY cute shared apartment, sharing a very nice bowl of noodles as the roses he planted now lay in a small mint green vase on your tiny dining room table. its something about the domesticity of working on something together, enjoying yourselves while doing it AND getting to eat the end product of said hard work, that he finds incredibly fullfilling. sitting across the love of his life. another thing he likes to do is prop his feet next to your right thigh on your chair and you do the same. you guys have your legs resting on each others chairs under the table. sometimes he pulls on the skin of your calf and when you complain you haven't shaven he rolls his eyes and seems to swat your words out of the air in front of him. long story short he just watches you ramble on about your day at work, until he stares for too long and hasn't realized you're practically shaking the life out of him because he never answered your questions about whether or not he gave brina and brita their fish food

johnny... sharing a book: johnny pegs me as someone who's super patient! maybe he's not bc... parasocial relationships LOL but in his interactions with everyone else, like that one jcc where mark doesn't want frozen yogurt and he was so nice abt it! but similarly to renjun, its nice to share something in bed but also both be consuming the same content yknow? he also seems to me like the type of guy who, likes to finish something before moving on to the next big thing WHICH means.... you spending about 5 months going through the entire percy jackson series PFTT. but its SOO GOOD and you both get so into it and after you finish the first two books you immediately both skip lectures or work the next day just to watch the movies and you both lose your minds at how bad they are TT. but yes its such a nice time to unwind! he loves having you lay between his legs, head on his collarbone as his arms circle around your torso to lay the book on your hipbone. he always waits for you to finish before he turns the page ofc! he also bought a little reading light that can be clipped on the the binding of the outside of the book and illuminate the pages in case reading went on a lot longer than expected. the bookmark that holds your place in the story was a polaroid picture of you sleeping HOWEVER it got replaced to a picture of you looking thru a glass of wine and it makes your face look all warped and funny lol. johnny always smiles when he sees it so its a good way to begin reading time hehe. kinda obvious but his body heat + his room + the smell of his lingering cologne on his sheets is chefs kiss, extra points if the apartment still smells like coffee from this morning OR the bottle of red wine he opened that sits on the nightstand </3

taeyong... customizing clothes together: GODDDD ya'll would be the most well dressed couple ever dude. yong is so creative, and i sense that he would want his partner to share his same taste at least when it comes to clothes and art! this isn't something you both do often bc... life lol but it started when you were cleaning out your shared closet. both sprawled on the floor, as you begin complaining about how you've both found pieces of clothing that you felt guilty about throwing away. then! yong suggests going to the craft/vintage store to see if theres any way to up-cycle what you've found. so thats how you spend the summer weekend. sat on the plush fuchsia rug in your living room, surrounded by denim, fabric squares, 80s brooches, lace, ribbon, etc etc as you spend the humid and sticky afternoon binging nana while you both sit in creative/comfortable silence, gluing and pining and sewing things to various articles of clothing. its SO cozy, funk music plays from the mini speaker you guys co-own and at the end of the task, you give each other a private fashion show styling your new clothes! he adores watching you pretend to model and eggs you on sm "y/n you need to consider doing this for real, everything looks good on you its not fair," this day is something that you both remember for a while. there were shared childhood stories, insecurities, dreams and you both were so much more vulnerable because there was something to distract yourselves with. the night ends in an absolute destruction of your living room floor, but accompanied with a cuddle session in his bed, the sounds from the ceiling fan and his heart beat almost make you sleepy, almost missing his whispered compliments and soft neck kisses.

yuta... hair: ok i know this is super vague but as a fellow scorpio who loves doing things to their hair, theres nothing more i want in life than someone to be able to do those things with! like ugh late night hair salon time with yuta, yup. this goes along so well with trust as well. i mean he's letting you cut, dye and style his hair and vice versa. i feel like he'd be with someone who's more edgy and this would be such a raw moment for you as a couple LIKE you're changing each other's appearances and its a time of patience. listening is extremely important as well and whenever you go through a new hair phase, sitting down at the sink and soaking up what the other has to say and practically baring their souls out while the bleach is very much stinging the top of his scalp is really fascinating LMAO, needless to say you guys aren't the typical couple, but it works. the amount of understanding and empathy you've both adopted for one another is lovely! and not to mention is super cute when yuta crinkles his nose, his teeth peeking out just a bit from the opening of his lips, because he absolutely needed a blonde wolf cut and hair is very much getting all over his face. in moments like this he doesn't think he would trade your adorable and super hot according to him concentration face. ALSOOO angsy, hot, jrock inspired couple photos are a must and yes, everyone on campus is jealous.

doyoung... driving: CORNYY BOOO yes ik, but guys? him driving, in that domestic ass button up and black thick rimmed glasses. he needs to be in jail bc he absolutely would be that bf to throw rocks at your window even though, yes you live together and yes its an apartment complex but, he wants you to feel that super giddy like, puppy bunny love again and he almost brought a boombox to play to play head over heels by tears for fears but... too much according to jaehyun lol. so anyways he loves late night drives with you. or any drives really! his favorites are a combination of picking you up late night from work and getting to hear all the drama whilst you guys eay in-n-out in the parking lot. and listen, im not trying to push the doyoung medical student agenda but... i 100% am and his reasoning for these late nights is because he's soooo busy! he feels guilty he doesn't take you out to nicer places and you always have to reassure him that anywhere he goes with you, is automatically a win in your books. its moments like these where he really grasps how lucky he is. oh wow.... you really do love him and it FREAKS him out in the best way. every night always ends sappy bc he's so GROSS geez. he's such a romantic in a way you would never expect. he's not cheesy or arrogant about loving you, and he never considers it something he has to do either. he just fully, truly and honestly wants to worship the ground you walk on. DON'T even get me started on drive-in movies omg. basically his cherry red car is your safe space lol </3

jaehyun... record swapping: tha music man muahaha. my heart tells me you both met in a vintage record store AHH, he saw you and his heart physically ached like when you see a pretty person in public, yeah but x 100 like he got the wind knocked out of him and he fucking drops, the stack of chet baker records he had on hand and his ears look like red bell peppers and he wants to crawl away until you rush over not like run but brisk walking? lol as you help him pick up all the vinyls he dropped.you noticed in between the pile of 50s music he had a limited edition vinyl of on of your favorite bands and that had you whipping your head up and noticing how soft he looked all flushed and dimples peaking out from the thin line on his lips. definition of he fell first but you fell harder ESPECIALLY on ya'll's second/third date. he invited you over to his house and requested you to bring your best albums. AND GODDDD the date was... truly when you fell harder for him. you spent the night swapping albums aka baring your souls and sitting on his kitchen counter as he paces back and forth in front of you as he goes on a tangent about his favorite artist. its like the world slows down and you both leave that date with a new record from the other and a notion that you were definitely falling in love with each other

jungwoo... bubble baths: GAAHHH TT. tell me, that jungwoo wouldn't adore relaxing with a full on bubble bath with you. and i'm talking like bubblegum flavored soap, bath bombs, dried flowers, candles, mood lighting???? its too good. after the first couple of times you've done it, he learns your habits and favorite smells as well as the right way to position you in the tub bc he takes up sm of it LOL. and if you're both tall... you make it work! hehe. but DUDE once he learns how to juggle this intimate activity LMFAO he buys stuff specifically for your sunday reset bubble baths OMG, like that board that stands across the tub just so he can set his laptop on it. yes its just bc he wants to watch disney movies and real house wives while unwinding haha. he's so sweet though, being all pretty with his skin a little glowy because of the steam coming from the water, his eyebrows brush up from when he swiped water on his eyes and his eyes twinkling once he stacks a bunch of bubbles on your head in a makeshift crown. he likes to give u bubbly shoulder kisses BOOOOOOO yes im jealous bc he's perfect and OFC he picks out the perfect pjs and warms them up in the dryer and sits you on the bathroom counter just so he can do your skincare for you </3

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🪰 Recommend a fic that makes you sad (in the best way!!)! Some great angst and/or hurt/comfort!

OKAY so

Since hurt/comfort is what I consume daily I simply couldn't choose one fic for this lil bug. So I chose 4. Or. Technically 5. Just for you babes 😘 (mind you my oof meter may differ from other's oof meter. I am but a smol creature and can only take so much pain in my soup. Be advised.)

SYNCHRONICITY by orpheusaki ( @damianbugs). We're starting with the fic with the least amount of anguish, but one that still packs a punch. Nightwing and Dick!Robin swapping places. Angsty Dick & Bruce stuff happens in both the past and future, and y'all, it is INCREDIBLE. This author is just. Gah. Everything they do is pure gold, and this fic is no exception. Very much made me tear up and my heart hurt a lot, but I was def smiling by the end of it. This will hurt you but at least put a lil bandage over the bruise :)

Sprinklers by SunnyBlue. Tim & Damian feels bc OF COURSE. Tim is gravely injured and begs Damian to leave him. Damian refuses bc he secretly cares about his big bro. You know, the ush 😌💅 Yet another fic that left me with a lil bandaid over my bruise by the end of it, but man, this bruise was nasteeee. On a more serious note, this was one of the first Batfam fics I ever read, and made me realize the sheer talent that exists in this fandom. A fantastic read.

Identity by Miles_2_Go ( @miles2g0). OUGHHH. The greatest fic to ever fic. Lazarus Pit!Tim and Good Bro!Jason = AHJDKSHJDK. So much hurt/comfort. Love love love. This also offers a bandaid (from what I remember) but the hurt lingers dude. It lingersssss. Excellent writing, wonderful prose, INCREDIBLE characterizations, SUPERB angst....just GAH. I love it so much.

As for the last one...this is where we arrive in Oofville. Population? Whoever dare read this fic (this one might be familiar to you cue ashdjshdjk)

bile is sweeter by cuephrase ( @cuephrase). I read this a few weeks ago and y'all. I am still not okay. Shorter than the other recs but FUCK. The pain. THE PAIN. The Tim & Dick dynamic, the internal dialogue, Dick's fear and desperation, the ENDING- Ough. OUGH. And if you liked this one, Cue has just finished a sequel; Penance. Why did they write this, you ask? TO EMOTIONALLY MAIM THEIR FRIENDS THAT'S WHY. I've only read the first chapter but man. I already know I'm In Danger(TM) 🥲

Thank you for the ask!🌻💞

Send me a bug and I'll give you a fic rec!

[saintobio]

Omg ok ok hello! I had this huge rant in my head about sy and sn so pls feel free to ignore it, but I love your writing so much and it gives me some STRONG FEELINGS. First of all it surprised me that I like the way you write y/n cuz she doesn't become a "bitch" after the whole deal with Gojo and have some elaborate revenge plan, but she is also not a goody two shoes (even if she stayed with Gojo earlier but she had a lot of external pressure to stay in the marriage). Not that those tropes are necessarily bad but it's just more realistic this way. She's just a person who has been deeply hurt and is trying to do right by others. Even if she has made big mistakes, she still wants to make up for them cuz she's not completely in the right either. Also getting bashed by everyone for trying to make amends/ not following their advice regarding you own life; while very triggering for me (lol) is also just such a natural reaction. Not right, just natural. When things get out of people's hands and they want to blame someone for it, they often go for the one who is actually trying and won't retaliate if for nothing than to just keep the peace. Also wanting people to understand your side of the situation yet feeling undeserving of it at the same time because of your mistakes is UGHHH I feel like you do that so well! It's amazing but genuinely heartbreaking to see how far Satoru has come as a person too. Also when he thinks about how he wants to be a better person for Akemi IT MADE ME WANT TO PUT MY HEAD THROUGH A WALL... cuz WHY COULDN'T HE BE LIKE THAT FOR US!!! At the same time we have moved on without him, so if we are allowed that luxury then why isn't he? It's just so ANGSTY AND SO SO GOOD! Because we love Satoru we always will but he had a chance and he fricked it over terribly! So it would be idiotic to go back to him but at the same time the heart yearns for him. This is a side tangent but whenever any character says "this is not like you", "you have changed, this isn't how you'd act" makes me so MAD lol (maybe bc I am triggered?) But these guys WATCHED MY GIRL GO THROUGH SOME HORRIFIC SHIT AND STILL EXPECT HER TO NOT BE PERMANANTLY AND IRREVERSIBLY CHANGED???!! ;-;; IDK what they want from her oof >.< I do think Akemi is a shitty friend but I can't bring myself to hate her completely. Seeing them together is so ANGER INDUCING AAAAA (and her wanting a family with him is fine BUT THIS EARLY?!JUST AFTER ADMITTING YOU FEEL "SORRY" FOR BETRAYING US?! IT MAKES ME WANNA HURL HER TRHOUGH CONCRETE) but at the same time Satoru and Akemi both deserve someone who can love them. It feels hypocritical to be angry when we ourselves told him to move on and find someone who can love him the way he deserves. It's just very very shitty it had to be them. Sera is also such an interesting character. She has a lot of traits that I admire a lot. Her resourcefulness and complete and utter pride/confidence and being unashamed to ask for things/ stand up for herself (even when she is wrong) is something I wish I had sometimes. Still wanna stick her head through a toilet tho and yet when a person who slept with a married man can see the bloody violation of girls' code that is sleeping with your bff's EX HUSBAND oh BOY you should KNOW SOMETHING IS WRONG. I have no strong feelings for Toji (cuz I don't like him much anyways but that's just personal bias XD )but I do think his anger and frustration is well founded especially since he runs over whenever the reader needs him. He's so supportive and invested and honestly he deserves someone who can give that back to him. It's kinda sad but then again I don't like him much to begin with lol.

OH AND THE ENDING OF THE LAST CHAPTER IS SOOOOO PAINFUL. To always be the second choice even for YOUR SON OHHH MAN I'D RATHER YOU PUT A KNIFE THROUGH MY HEART ;-;

All in all I hate how much I love this series and love to hate these characters and take out my repressed anger on them cuz I can't do that irl. This series is my Roman Empire lol. It's so painful, yet so beautiful and it makes you FEEL so many things and yet hold out hope for things to become better. I love this, love you and your writing- ok mwah bye bye (and thank you if you read this rant put together by my post nap, barely coherent brain) I have so much more that I want to say. I can write essays about this series and how it uses so many technically "cliche" tropes but it is anything but cliche . Truly some of the best angst I have read like ever!

oh wow !! i don’t even know what to say, this feels like such a comprehensive review of the sy series sdksks but i think many readers could definitely relate with some of ur points here :D this is such a nice perspective to read, thank you so much for sharing and tysm for reading sn/sy aaaaa i’m happy u enjoy the angst as much as i do <3

[misc-obeyme]

Hello, this is the anon about the Lucifer starting the Apocalypse or end of times. I dont really mind it being angsty.

So a bit of background: Nightbringer sends MC to the not distant future back in their own timeline with a message "be patient, a messenger will come.. you choose to save the brothers or the human race."

MC starts noticing the 4 horsemen, and thunderstorms, firey skies, etc. A knock on the door and stands Simeon with a message about The Devil is coming, and only MC can Stop Lucifer or Michael will have to stop them, meaning the world will perish, and God has turned his back on humanity.

MC choice could be to save both

The story is more like avengers type style or anything you like. The characrers if you want to be included could be Lucifer, Satan, Simeon. Gabriel (if you want), Mammon, or Solomon.

Hi there, anon!

Oof okay this is by far the longest request I've ever written. But there was so much happening, it needed to be longer in order for things to get resolved in a way that made sense to me.

I tried to incorporate everything that was in your ask - so Nightbringer is involved, Simeon, and all the other characters listed. I didn't describe Michael or Gabriel so people can imagine them however they like.

I also thought it made the most sense for this to happen in the human world, so the setting is actually Serenity Manor. In case anybody hasn't gotten to season 3 of the OG, it's just a big house basically and the brothers give it to MC when they leave the human world.

I've only ever seen the first Avengers movie and that was a long time ago, so I don't think this turned out to be in that style at all. Hopefully it still turned out okay?

Anyway, I hope this is close to what you were looking for.

Thanks for the request!

GN!MC has to stop the apocalypse as begun by Lucifer

Warnings: general apocalyptic stuff (such as the four horsemen), fighting (with magic), angst, drama, spoilers for season 4 of the OG story, Nightbringer time travel shenanigans

You woke up to find yourself in Serenity Manor, back in the human world. That was odd. Didn't you go to bed in Cocytus Hall last night? What were you doing here in the human world? How did you get here?

You sat up in bed, looking around the room, trying to figure out what had happened. All of your things were here, too. Everything seemed completely normal. And yet you knew something wasn't right.

And then your D.D.D., which was sitting on the bedside table, dinged.

You picked it up and found a message there.

UNREGISTERED Hello.

You groaned to yourself before responding. There was no doubt that this was Nightbringer's doing. What did he want with you now? Why send you back to the human world?

MC What did you do? Where am I?

UNREGISTERED You are in the human world. I have sent you back to your time, though a little bit into the future. Something has changed and your presence is needed here.

MC What are you talking about? Who are you?

UNREGISTERED Be patient. A messenger will come and you will need to choose. Save the brothers or save the human race. I look forward to seeing what decision you make.

You put down your D.D.D. What did this mean? Save the brothers or the human race? Why did you have to choose?

You tried to contact any of the brothers through your D.D.D., but got no response. You tried calling and texting, but there was nothing. You checked Devilgram, but there were no new posts from anybody. You called Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon - anyone you could think of. But there was no response from anyone.

What was happening in the Devildom?

Nightbringer had said to be patient, but how could you be?

You got out of bed and got dressed. You found the kitchen fully stocked and ate some breakfast. Then you prepared yourself to teleport back to the Devildom. If they wouldn't respond, you would just go find out what was happening for yourself.

You prepared the spell, spoke the words aloud, there was a flash of light and then...

...you were still in the kitchen of Serenity Manor.

Your spell hadn't worked. You frowned. This was not good.

You couldn't just sit around in the house while things were like this, so you left through the front door.

You immediately noticed the dark skies - thick grey clouds with red edges, almost like they were about to burst into flames.

You walked out into the town and found people, but they all had their heads down. Some of them were fighting, yelling or getting into fist fights. People were running around and a lot of them looked scared. You tried to talk to someone, anyone, but nobody would acknowledge you. They just rushed right past.

And then, seemingly out of nowhere, four beings came down the street. Time seemed to freeze as they went past in slow motion - four enormous horses ridden by four ghastly creatures shrouded in mist and shadow. Each horse a different color, each rider slightly different, but all absolutely terrifying. You felt a chill run down your spine as they went by.

You considered what you were seeing. Looking up, you saw the skies had turned ever more red, just another symbol of the darkness you knew was about to come. The people around you were in continual conflict and you were fairly certain you just saw the four horsemen ride down the street.

This was the beginning of the apocalypse.

You rushed back to Serenity Manor. You sat and tried your D.D.D. again, desperately calling and texting everyone and anyone. You mentally begged someone to respond.

You were pulled out of this endeavor by a knock on the door. You practically ran to the door, flinging it open to reveal Simeon standing there.

"Simeon!" you cried out, pulling him inside and shutting the door. You turned to him, clinging onto his hands. "What's going on? Nobody will return my texts or calls! It looks like the end times outside! Nightbringer sent me here and told me I would have to choose - what's happening?"

Simeon was frowning. "I have a message," he said. "I'm here to tell you that you're the only one who can stop Lucifer. If you don't, Michael will have to and then the world will perish as God has turned his back on humanity."

You stared at him in shock. "Where is Lucifer?"

Simeon rubbed at the back of his neck. "I'm sorry, MC. The Devildom is in chaos. I don't think your calls or texts are getting through to anyone. It's just that you disappeared and Lucifer… "

"I can't get back to the Devildom," you said. "I tried to teleport there, but it didn't work for some reason. How can I stop Lucifer if I can't even reach him?"

"Nobody can go in or out of the Devildom right now. But it doesn't matter. He isn't there anymore," Simeon said.

You were about to ask what this meant when there was another knock on the door.

You whirled, opening the door to reveal Satan, Mammon, and Solomon.

You ushered them inside, then glanced outside at the sky which now seemed to be completely on fire before closing the door.

You turned to them. You were relieved to see them, even if they looked grim. "Where is everybody else?" you asked.

"It's a mess, MC," Solomon said. "Lucifer is out there -" he waved vaguely toward the front door "- tearing the human world apart looking for you. Diavolo and Barbatos tried to stop him, but he anticipated that. He's used some sort of spell to put them to sleep. Leviathan and Asmodeus are trying to stop him. Beelzebub and Belphegor are trying to wake up Diavolo. And we came to look for you."

"He's lost his mind, MC," Mammon said. He and Satan were both in demon form, seemingly on high alert because of the chaos happening outside. "I tried talkin' to him, but it's like he's not even there anymore."

"I also attempted to speak with him," Satan said. He was angry, evident by the expression on his face, but he was trying to keep it inside. "And then I tried to use magic to stop him, but he's too powerful."

"You're the only one who might be able to reach him," Solomon said. "If you don't, it could mean the end of everything."

You turned away from them for a moment, taking in everything they had just told you. Lucifer was out there, destroying everything. It didn't make sense. He wouldn't go against Diavolo like that, would he? Not over this.

"I don't understand," you said quietly. "Are you sure this is about me?"

There was an odd light in the room suddenly, which trembled for a moment before resolving into an angel you had never seen before.

Almost everybody else recognized him, though.

"Gabriel?" Simeon asked.

The angel looked around at those gathered in the room. "Simeon," he said. "Mammon, Solomon, it's good to see you all again. And you two must be Satan and MC. I've heard plenty about you as well."

"What are ya doin' here?" Mammon asked. He didn't seem upset, but he did seem perplexed.

Gabriel looked around at them. "Ah, yes, you see, I'm here to tell you that you should not interfere with Lucifer and the apocalypse."

"You can't be serious," Solomon said. "You really expect us to just stand by and let this happen?"

Gabriel looked at him seriously. "The fact is, this is how things are supposed to go. You all seem to think that Lucifer is doing this because he let his emotions get the better of him. But actually, Lucifer is doing this because this is as it is written. He is meant to start the apocalypse. If you intervene, you will be upsetting Father's plans. Leave this to Michael. It is for him to resolve. Stay out of it."

You could feel an unexpected anger welling up inside of you. This was the message from the Celestial Realm? That you should just sit back and let their plans go forward, resulting in the destruction of your home and likely everyone you've come to care about? You couldn't just let this happen. You couldn't watch that unfold. You couldn't allow Lucifer to be used as a catalyst for the end.

And you were done waiting around.

"You can go back to the Celestial Realm and tell them to kiss my ass," you said, turning around and marching out the front door.

The others rushed to catch up to you, Mammon reaching your side first. "MC! What're ya gonna do?"

"I'm going to stop this!" you said. You stood out in the street, looking up at the sky. You gathered all your energy, every ounce of magic you could muster.

Then you took a deep breath and said into the howling wind, "Hear me, and heed my call. In the name of the sorcerer MC, I draw upon my pact with the ring of light. Come forth, Lucifer!"

The wind, which had kicked up tremendously in the time you were inside the manor, became even more wild. The sky split with red lightning and the world became dark momentarily.

There was an aura of shadow concentrated in one spot in front of you. As you watched, Lucifer materialized from out of it.

He was in demon form. His eyes were fully red and glowing ominously. But they were also empty. They seemed to look right through you.

"Who would dare to summon me?" he asked. It was Lucifer's voice, but it was devoid of any real emotion. He didn't yell. He spoke in a normal tone, but it was flat.

The sound of his voice and the look in his eyes caused you to shiver. But you stood your ground.

"Lucifer, you need to stop," you said. You let your voice match his tone - not yelling, just speaking normally. Behind you, you could feel the presence of Mammon, Satan, Solomon, and Simeon - a network of support. You weren't sure what had happened to Gabriel.

"And why should I listen to a human like you?" he asked.

"I think ya should use stay on him," Mammon said from behind you.

"I think that would be a terrible choice," Satan said.

"Be quiet, you two," Solomon said. "Let MC handle this."

You were prepared to continue trying to talk Lucifer out of destroying the human world, but you didn't have the chance. The light that had appeared in the house before manifested again now, this time resolving into two angels. One was Gabriel, but the other one…

"Michael," Lucifer said dully.

Lucifer raised a hand and suddenly all of the avatars of sin appeared. Mammon and Satan no longer stood behind you, now having been dragged to Lucifer's side. Every other brother was there, too, lined up on either side of Lucifer. Some of them blinked dazedly as they were confused about where they were now. But as they realized what was happening, every single one shifted into demon form.

"This is the end of the human world, as it was meant to be," Michael said. "These seven demons must be destroyed. In the process, all of humanity will be lost. Prepare yourselves."

"No!" you yelled, launching yourself at Michael.

Solomon caught hold of you and held you back. "MC, you won't win this fight!"

"I don't care!" you yelled. "I can't let him do this! I can't let him destroy the human world, I can't let him destroy Lucifer and his brothers! I love them!"

"If you try to get in the way now, you'll die for sure and then everything else will get destroyed anyway," Solomon said, his arms squeezing tightly around your waist.

You turned around in his hold to face him. "Then help me!" you cried. "Together, aren't we strong enough?"

Solomon looked into your eyes and saw the determination there. He knew he wouldn't be able to talk you out of this. And he also knew that he couldn't just leave you to do it alone.

Solomon nodded and let you go. "All right," he said. "You have pacts with all of them. Use that. I'll back you up."

You turned back to the demon brothers. All of them now seemed to be under whatever was influencing Lucifer. They all had that dull look in their eyes - as though nobody was home.

Michael was gathering power. He seemed to be glowing brightly with light that was as blinding as the sun.

You had to stop this and it was your last chance. You muttered, "Hear me and heed my call…"

You weren't sure what you were doing, but you could feel the pacts inside you. You reached for that connection, though they all felt far away. You grasped them in your mind, in your heart. And you felt the magic explode from you, rushing through the pacts, filling the air around you.

The ring of light began to glow. At your side, something else seemed to be glowing. You glanced over and saw that Solomon's ring was also glowing and he was feeding magic into you.

Overhead, the skies trembled. The clouds remained dark red. The wind continued to blow through everything at high speeds.

And then everything paused. There was a stillness as the wind instantly died. The magic remained frozen. Everyone was as a statue.

And there was an entity before you, but you couldn't see who it was. They were too blurry for you to make out.

"Are you choosing the brothers, then?" the being asked.

Somehow, you knew it was Nightbringer. "What? No, I want to save both!"

"Right now, that is not a choice," Nightbringer said. "If you save the brothers, the world will still be destroyed. If you destroy the brothers, the world will survive. If Michael destroys the brothers, the world will be destroyed in the crossfire."

"No," you said. "There has to be another choice!"

Nightbringer laughed. "You are so much like your teacher. Always trying to find another option when there isn't one."

"Maybe you're just too narrow minded to see all the possibilities," you said.

"Very well," Nightbringer said. "You're about to send Michael and Gabriel back to the Celestial Realm, effectively removing them from this fight. What happens after that is up to you."

As time began again, you could feel the power of the pacts and the rings running through you once again. And just as they had done once before, the gates to the Celestial Realm were opened. With a mighty push of your magic, you managed to shove Michael and Gabriel back through them before slamming them shut.

You felt yourself wobble as the magic died down. You took one step and fell, but found yourself in Simeon's arms. Solomon stood in front of the two of you, facing the brothers.

Every brother was still in demon form and all of them still had that empty look in their eyes.

"Foolish human," Lucifer said. "Now that you have removed my greatest obstacle, the world is doomed. As it was written, so it shall be."

You cried out, but you were too weak to move from Simeon's arms. "Lucifer, please! I know you're in there! I know all of you are in there still! If ever any of you loved me, please… please…"

Your voice was fading as you were losing your strength. Solomon's hands were balled into fists as he stood in front of you and Simeon. You could see little sparks of magic around him. It wouldn't be long before he, too, would be too weak to continue. He glanced back at you. "MC… won't you choose humanity…?"

You bit your lip. "I will if I have to," you managed to say. "But let me at least try to reach them first."

Simeon's grip on you tightened. You were sure he wanted to do more, but now that he was human, he could do nothing but hold you.

"Lucifer," Simeon said. "You rebelled against Father once before when you believed his decision was wrong. I know you don't want to do this. Why wouldn't you defy him again?"

"Simeon…" you said weakly, amazed that the former angel would say something like that.

And yet, these words seemed to reach Lucifer. He looked at Simeon, really looked at him.

"I don't think this is what Lilith would want," Simeon said firmly.

And as you watched, there was a spark in Lucifer's eyes. A glimmer of something that used to be there.

You felt some little strength return to your limbs. You turned to Simeon and said, "Please help me up."

Simeon stood, pulling you up with him. Your legs were shaky, but after a moment you were able to let go of Simeon and take a few steps forward.

There was a dark aura still around Lucifer. The other brothers appeared to be in a trance, unmoving, unseeing, still in demon form.

You stumbled past Solomon, who called your name, but didn't stop you.

You reached out and touched Lucifer's cheek. "You always tried to make me think that I was the one who belonged to you. But deep down, Lucifer, you know that you are mine."

You watched as recognition seemed to flare in Lucifer's eyes. You hoped this reference to things he said when you made your pact with him would remind him of just who you were. Who he was.

"MC…" he said, voice uncertain.

"I know you're in there, Lucifer," you said. "Come back to me. Please."

And that was all it took. No magic, no bright light, no dramatic auras. Just a few words spoken with all of your heart. You watched as he seemed to come back to himself. The glowing red of his eyes faded away until you were looking once again at the familiar ruby and black. Nearby, you could see the other brothers shaking their heads, as though coming out of their trance.

Relief flooded through you. Your muscles gave up and you felt your knees buckle. You would have fallen to the ground, but Lucifer caught you. He pressed you to himself, cradling you carefully but tightly.

"MC," he said into your hair. "What have I done…?"

"Don't worry about that now," you said, your voice low as your strength continued to drain away. "Please, can we just go home?"

You would fall asleep in Lucifer's arms. When you woke much later, you would find out that the Celestial Realm was not happy with this turn of events. But you would be in the Devildom again, in the House of Lamentation, with the brothers all looking after you. And it would take some time to fix the damage that had been done by this event. But with the brothers beside you, not to mention everybody else, you knew that you would be able to make things right again. Assuming, of course, that Nightbringer didn't plan on sending you through time yet again.

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