#forever my favorite rum

[datshitrandom]

Darren Criss at the 76th Tony Awards' After Party presented by Ketel One Vodka and Zacapa Rum held at Pebble Bar | June 12, 2023 | 📸 by Craig Barritt

[siren-serenity]

off to the grand line we go

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐖 tell me, what is your dream? to become stronger? to roam the seas in sight for freedom? whatever you want, the sea is willing to offer

-all written by 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐍-

note: the ones with (nsfw) are not suitable for minors! minors dni. however, those without any other labelling are safe for everyone :)

𝐋𝐄𝐓'𝐒 𝐆𝐎 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐉𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐄'𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓 note: i've only watched a couple of one piece episodes so i'm not that sure of what arcs or whatever is happening. please be patient with me!! i will not write nsfw for non-humanoid characters ex. chopper honorary tag for sfw works, sanji + ace -> @officialdaydreamer00

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐖 𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 ↳˳;; ❝ who is luffy to you?ᵕ̈೫˚∗

you would forever immortalize that day. the fated day in which you met the mugiwaras, or the straw hat pirates. luffy, thrusting his hand into your field of vision, mouth grinning and an odd laughter bursting from him. then, in the corner of your eye, you saw everyone else with an earnest look in their eyes. "join my crew!" luffy beamed, like sunshine, like the sun itself. your soul ignited. your heart resonating, beating like drums in your chest. "aye," you grinned, clapping your hand into his. "i pledge to make you king of the pirates!"

𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈 ↳˳;; ❝ pillow prince (nsfw)ᵕ̈೫˚∗

sanji's hands are shaking as he holds yours, cradling them as if they were the finest piece of treasure in all the seas. his eyes are earnest, glimmering as always whenever he looks at something he loves, but they're more sincere than ever. "my dream is not just the all blue anymore. it's you and it's always been you."

𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐆𝐀𝐒 𝐃. 𝐀𝐂𝐄 ↳˳;; ❝ lucky to have youᵕ̈೫˚∗ ↳˳;; ❝ who is luffy to you?ᵕ̈೫˚∗ ↳˳;; ❝ when he loves you (ace ver. part two)ᵕ̈೫˚∗ ↳˳;; ❝ you're so in loveᵕ̈೫˚∗ ↳˳;; ❝ midnight snacks, midnight confessions (modern au!)ᵕ̈೫˚∗

"i never thought there was someone out there who could love me," ace blows out a wisp of smoke from his mouth, looking outwards from where he leaned on the railing of whitebeard's ship. the sunset highlighted his rugged looks that always made your heart stutter. his next words are quiet, murmured like a sacred whisper. "but then you proved me wrong."

𝐑𝐄𝐃-𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒 ↳˳;; ❝ when he loves you (shanks ver. part one)ᵕ̈೫˚∗ ↳˳;; ❝ who is luffy to you?ᵕ̈೫˚∗

"let's just drink our sorrows away," shanks lifted up a heavy bottle of rum before giving you a light-hearted grin. the sun rising behind him lit up his ruby hair and he seemed to glow otherworldly. "or shall we just drink merrily until we're black-out drunk?"

𝐁𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐍 ↳˳;; ❝ my favorite shade of blueᵕ̈೫˚∗ ↳˳;; ❝ when he loves you (buggy ver. part three)ᵕ̈೫˚∗

"you," buggy grabbed your chin, tugging you closer to him. his lips curved upwards into a scarlet-smeared grin. blue eyes glimmered and shimmered with a hint of insanity yet there was something about the look in his eyes that made you drawn into the craziness of him. "you will be the greatest act of all."

𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐗𝐎𝐓𝐄 '𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐎𝐍' 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄 ↳˳;; ❝ morning routinesᵕ̈೫˚∗

you let an exasperated, yet concern-filled sigh escape your lips, hands bandaging his injured shoulder with ease. rosinante watches you with the slightest hint of guilt brimming in his eyes and you immediately felt soft again- no! he set himself on fire again! you must stay strict and- "thank you," rosinante grinned at you, charming in his own unique way, and you felt your heart flutter. "i love you."

𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐀 𝐙𝐎𝐑𝐎 ↳˳;; ❝ i just wanna kiss youᵕ̈೫˚∗

"i swear, on my blade, that i will always protect you," zoro pledged and he seemed so serious that you didn't retort as you usually did. he sheathed wado ichimonji and then held your hands in his own calloused ones. the sun had set behind him and outlined his well-built body against the brilliant blue sky. "i swear it, because i will always prioritize you first and foremost." he took your breath away. he always had and always will.

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐃. 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐖 ↳˳;; ❝ early dawnsᵕ̈೫˚∗

"thank you," law whispers. he holds you tight to his chest, inhaling your sweet, unique aroma paired with the metallic, sharp scent of blood. thankfully, the majority of it wasn't yours and you were alive, in his arms. "never do that again. please." law is begging, perhaps for the first time in a long time. but he will get down on his knees and do every humiliating action if you could remain safe forever.

𝐁𝐎𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊 ↳˳;; ❝ eyes and smiles (my heart beats louder)ᵕ̈೫˚∗

"in this vast sea," hancock murmurs, having a lost look in her eyes. you step closer, embracing her gently with a hand cradling her head to you. "my love for you transcends everything." she leans back to look you in the eye and to your surprise, they had small shimmers of tears in the corners. she smiled and it was like the sun had blessed you with warmth. "perhaps our love is the most beautiful of them all."

[lostfirefly]

Please don't say you're gone forever, 'cause I can't hurt no more (Ch.1)

This idea came from the dream. Again :)) Sorry not sorry :)

Buggy and F!Reader.

Description: You're the flower shop owner who has a long-standing relationship with Buggy. You haven't seen each other much in the last few months. He finally arrives to see you, but he's overtaken by fit of jealousy during the dinner.

Warnings: Buggy The Jealous For No Reason Jerk Clown, established relationship, arguing.

Words: 1637

The title is taken from "Gone Forever" by Wearing Scars.

English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)

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Taglist: @gingernut1314

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Chapter 2

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You were sorting out a new delivery of flowers when the bell on the door of your store rang loudly. “Just a minute, please, I’ll just put the flowers in the vase and come out to you!” you shouted from the back room. 

“Miss, I can’t wait a whole minute. I would like to buy a bouquet of beautiful roses, but I’m in a hurry!” An insistent male voice said from the next room. 

A shiver ran through your body. You quickly placed a fresh bouquet of roses in a large ceramic vase and headed into the hall. You opened the door and couldn't help but smile. 

"Hello!" you said as you exhaled. 

"Hey, my sweet cookie!" He stood near the cash register, leaning on the table. 

Your blue-haired man with a big red nose and his famous makeup. Your favorite pirate. Your favorite clown. Your beloved Captain Buggy.

"Finally!!" You ran to him and wrapped your arms around his neck tightly. "What are you.. How are..? Why are..?" You started kissing him on the lips, cheeks, temples, avoiding his nose. “I missed you so much!”

"Answering all your questions at once. We needed to resupply, and I said to dock our ship at your island. I really wanted to see my cookie." He smiled widely and wrapped his arms around your waist. 

You felt the warmth of his touch even through his white gloves. 

"For how long?" You asked quietly, running your hands over his forearms. 

"Two or three days."

“Well, it's better this time." You laughed. “But I need to finish up some work tasks at the store. Can you wait? I’ll close it early today.”

“I’ve come such a long way to you, and you still ask? My sweet cookie, you hurt me.” He shook his head and chuckled.

You smiled, kissed him on the lips again and quickly ran to finish your work. Buggy was wandering from corner to corner, periodically visiting you in the back room to distract you. 

After finishing your work, you closed the store, took Buggy’s hand and led him to your home. On the way you asked him about his adventures, about the sea, other pirates and where he would go next.

“Come in. I’ll make us tea.” You led him into your house and closed the door. 

"Tea? I thought we'd do something else." He said with a slight croak in his voice. 

“We have three more days for something else. Tea first. Are you hungry? I can cook something.”

Buggy shrugged. 

You suggested him to help make a meal together. You opened the bottle of rum just to make the cooking process funnier. When the dish was ready, you sat the plates with food down at the table. 

You sat on his lap, constantly looked at him, smiled and blushed every time he said that this was the most delicious dish in the world. You cannot stop running your hand over his red and white bandana and didn’t know how to stop smiling.

Buggy kissed your hands, your cheeks, your lips and you blushed the whole time.

While you were talking about everything and nothing, there was a knock on the door. 

"Are you waiting for someone?" Buggy asked in surprise. 

“No. I don’t know who it is. Please wait, I’ll be right back.” You kissed him on the cheek and ran to open the door. 

"Tom, what are you doing here?" Your old friend was standing on the threshold. Tall, pumped-up brunette with brown eyes. 

“I thought you were sitting alone. Me, Billy and Drew are going to a bar and I thought I should invite you to join us.” He leaned on the door frame and crossed his arms. "So. Get ready, darling, let's go and have some fun!" 

"Sorry, I can't, I'm busy."

“Come on, pretty girl, we had so much fun last time!" 

“Tom, I’m sorry. I’m busy, I have guests. We’ll talk later. Bye-bye!” You quickly pushed him out of the doorway and closed the door. 

You walked back to the kitchen.

“Sorry!” You hugged Buggy's neck from behind and kissed his cheek. He turned around. 

"What happened?" You asked, carefully removing your hands from his neck.

"Who was that?" He asked dryly and turned his gaze to you.

“Where? Ah! This is Tom. I told you about him, remember? The guy we lived next door to when we were kids, our parents were friends. Well, somehow we became friends too.”

“Just friends?” He narrowed his eyes.

“Yes, why?" You asked, sitting down on the chair.

“Well, I don’t know. He comes to you almost in the middle of the night to invite you somewhere, calls you a pretty girl. Maybe you have more than just fun spending time with him.”

“What? What are you talking about? I didn’t think about anything bad. He’s cute, of course, but we’re just friends and that’s all.” You took his hand. Buggy looked displeased and pulled his hand out of your hands. 

“Of course he’s cute.” He mumbled. “Did you just go to the bar?” Buggy didn’t take his eyes off you. 

“What do you mean?” 

“You know what I mean. You said he's cute." 

"Oh my god, are you serious? Why are you clinging to words?"

"I'm not!" He rose his voice.

"I'm not making a complaint to you. I could make a claim against you with the same zeal. You generally disappear at sea for months. And taking into account the fact that you have pretty girls in your crew..." You took a sip of rum from the glass. 

"I had nothing like that in my mind, but thanks for the hint." He crossed his arms and leaned on the back of his chair.

"Buggy, are you okay today? Why are you acting like this? I told you he's just a friend. I wanted to spend time with the person I love. Oh, by the way, where is he?" You angrily put an empty glass on the table. 

Buggy was silent for a second. “You started it yourself...” 

“I didn’t start anything.” You took the fork, twirled it in your hands and threw it on the table. “You're the one who got mad for no reason!” 

“So why the hell does he come to you here? He also talks in such a tone. No one has the right to come here at all!” He continued to glare at you.

You looked at him and didn’t know whether to cry or get angry. "Nothing works." You said in a whisper. 

"Nothing works?" Buggy asked in surprise. 

"Our relationship. Nothing works." 

“Sorry, what?" 

“Can't you hear me? Our relationship. It doesn't work like that, Buggy. Relationships are built on trust. I can't do that. You disappear for months, I don't hear anything from you. I don't know if you're alive or dead. Will you come? Or you won't come. Maybe you've already forgotten about me and exchanged me for the first girl you meet in every port. You come when it's convenient only for you, but I don't torment you every time with scenes of jealousy."

"I've asked you a million times to join my crew and stay on the ship with me." He spoke dryly and through clenched teeth.

“And I told you a million times that I can’t stay with you on your ship. At least for now. I have a job, a store, old parents, and friends here.” 

“You’ll see your parents and friends, just less often. What’s the big deal?” He shrugged.

“What's the big deal? I can’t give up everything just because a little grown-up boy wants it so much!” You raised your voice.

"What do you mean?" 

“I can't leave my parents. They are old. Do you understand? They need me. Just because no one cared about you before doesn’t mean my family is like that. We care about each other. They care about me and love me.” You felt your head starting to hurt. “I can't. I just can't. I’m going to sleep." 

Buggy looked at you, not a single muscle moved on his face. “I offered you to live with me. I offered you freedom and the ocean. But apparently, you don't really want to leave with the captain freak. And if you don't want it now, then you'll never want it. It will be better for you to stay with this Tom, am I right?”

“I told you, I don’t want to go on the ship right now. But I wanted to be in a relationship with you. The relationship with you was important to me. But last time I see you once every three to four months and then if I’m lucky. But for some reason, even in this case, you don’t trust me.”

"Wanted? Was important? In the past tense?" He asked in surprised tone.

“I don’t know. Have you noticed that in our last meetings we often quarrel? I’m tired. From scandals. From everything. I thought we would sit and talk. I've been missing you all this time. And now I don't wanna t... I don't know what I want. I wanna sleep.” 

“You suggest that we go to bed or that I should leave your house altogether with the phrase “I’m tired of everything” and “was important? Maybe you'll just say that you're tired of me? Just say you want to leave me. Just like he once left me. Just like everyone always did, everyone abandoned me."

“Oh, no, not again. Have you tried at least once in your life not to blame this Shanks for everything?" You grabbed your head and put your elbows on the table.

Buggy abruptly stood up from the table. 

"You're starting to behave like that again. You know, i think I need.. no.. we need a short rest from each other." 

"Rest? You mean break up?" 

"Rest is rest, Buggy. It's not a breakup.”

The last thing you heard was him slamming the front door.

“Fuck!” You thought. 

[barrenclan]

unsure if this has been said before but please let me get what i want (the deftones vers specifically) feels very fitting for pinepaw or maybe even rainhaze. the family guys who are almost foils to each other when they're both going through a messy rough time 🤝

I really like this suggestion, because Morrissey is my current voiceclaim for Pinepaw so he's very Smiths-coded in my mind.

Haven't had a dream in a long time See, the life I've had Could make a good man bad

So for once in my life Let me get what I want Lord knows it would be the last time Lord knows it would be the first time

Oh my friend, British men screeching is just about my favorite musical styling.

Want land in the valley There's pieces of you breaking off (Pieces of you breaking off)

Big money's in the basin, you don't come back without it He's killing with abandon to get over the mountain Got darkest rum from Mama, seething in the liver Blood disease from Papi, poisoning the river

Friends on the Other Side works pretty well for Ranger, at the very least his attitude. Rainhaze's deal came from desperation rather than greed, but I do like things that speak to his thoughtless self-centeredness and hero complex.

That's a Rainhaze song if I ever heard one!

Stuck in the middle of a forest made of Flesh and bones and they're all scared of A lost little boy who has lost his heart Fear's not enough, they have to Tear him apart

Follow the scent of iron sinking Deeper into corpses rotting But they can't hear you talk, talk, talk About every little thing

And the Hound Is humming you A lie, a lullaby

Ohh, yeah... I can see it.

I wonder who I'd be If all these bad things Didn't happen to me

I must be The Virgin Mary To create a son Who will suffer so much <- the sloug.......

The tone of the song is pretty light, but I can see the lyrics working! Especially drawing parallels between the original great destruction and the current onslaught.

Oh god, come quickly The execution of all things Let's start with the bears and the air And mountains, rivers and streams Then we'll murder what matters to you And move on to your neighbors and kids Crush all hopes of happiness with disease 'Cause of what you did

And lastly, you're all alone with nothing left but sleep But sleep never comes to you It's the guilt and forever wakefulness of the weak It's just you and me

Ah, that musical is on my watchlist but I haven't gotten around to it yet. I've heard pretty good things, though!

I roar! And you cry! I'm the reason You run and hide!

You better leave your hopes behind No one's gonna stop him You better hope he's out of sight Or you're doomed to be a victim

Objectively wild pull, but I do love Johnny Cash, and his voice reminds me a lot of what Mallowstar's would be like. I like this song a lot with him. :,]

Well, I won't back down, no I won't back down You can stand me up at the gates of Hell But I won't back down

Well, I know what's right, I got just one life In a world that keeps on pushin' me around But I stand my ground and I won't back down <- wahh mallowstar...

I'd definitely this has big Slugpelt energy.

Dear, I fear we're facing a problem You love me no longer, I know And maybe there is nothing That I can do to make you do Mama tells me I shouldn't bother

Lately I have desperately pondered, Spent my nights awake and I wonder What I could have done in another way To make you stay

It's a pretty good song!

YAY Queen song! This is interesting; I can see it very well with characters that are still a spoiler to talk about.

So much ado, my lover So many games we played Through every fleeted summer Through every precious day

All dead, all dead All the dreams we had And I wonder why I still live on All dead, all dead And alone, I'm spared My sweeter half instead All dead and gone

Damn I ran out of video links

[murdleandmarot]

9, 8, 2, 20 :3

Sorry this took a while to get to 😭😭😭 I was making unwise financial decisions in a book store

Hi hello!!!!!!!

2. Favorite Song Character: This is SO HARDDDD UGGHHH…..I love them all so much grrrrrr

I’m gonna narrow this down for myself to songs ABOUT a character, and then go from there, because I could argue with myself about this for hours. Because while Macavity slaps, Macavity would slap. Me. In the face. With his claws.

I’m gonna have to be a lil basic and go with Mistoffelees :). I just….love him lots…..and Tugger is always so fucking excited to sing about his special guy…..

8. Favorite Make-up: Oooo good question……I have a couple favorites (that aren’t from 1998 because let’s be honest I could rant about 1998 makeup forever (even though it’s the most subdued)).

Off of the top of my head, Tugger from Hamburg 1991, Jellylorum from Macskák 2001 I believe? (I think it’s Hungary, either in 2000 or 2001), Skimble and Misto from Mexico’s tours in 2013, Macavity from Buenos Aires and Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer from what I THINK is a Canadian tour.

I’ll put pictures of all these guys under the cut, I ADORE the makeup in these shows, and there are a ton more that I didn’t bring up.

9. Favorite song?: Another hard fucking question 😭😭😭 why would you do this to bestie. I don’t think I can pick a favorite, (the only song I actively am not the biggest fan of is journey to the Heavyside layer, and I STILL cry during it).

I think the song I listen to most as an actual SONG, like in my playlist along with fuckin Mitski or Aurora would have to be The Rum Tum Tugger? It’s just easily digestible, a very vibe worthy song, whereas other fun songs like Macavity are very much a moment, yk? (Shoutout to mungo and rumple, because Ive looped their song for weeks at a time (the German version vibes so hard it’s so good)).

20. Did you see cats live? If so, where?:

I fucking DID and I am mad about it TO THIS DAY. I’m SO mad. I’m not gonna reveal the location because that would be very not good and Internet safe™️, but it was at a theater that housed tours of shows, which means I also got to see Jesus Christ Superstar, Hadestown, Hamilton, the like. Thank god my father is a huge theater nerd.

Anyhow, I saw Cats when I was 13, and I remember loving it, and that I picked up on Misto and Tugger immediately.

And that is ALL I remember. WHY? Because not only was I 13, I was coming down from being an Uber-depressed 12 year old, which means there is a year and a half of my life that is almost ENTIRELY gone. Literally could not have picked a worse time to go to see Cats. Every time I’m reminded that I saw Cats live and literally don’t remember it, I throw myself upon the floor in despair.

Makeup stuff under the cut :))

Tugger, Hamburg 1991, Siegmar Tonk, though you won’t find him on the fandom wiki, even though he’s gorgeous and great, because he’s a swing

(Best quality photos, I could take from the beginning of Mistoffelees :)

So, the production on YouTube with the Jellylorum I’m talking about is named ‘Macskák musical 1. felvonás,’ and has a description in what I think is Hungarian? It says it’s from 2001, and was most likely performed in Budapest, Hungary. I can’t find any gallery images on the wiki, or a record of this production, or who plays THIS version of Jelly, or even if that’s her name in this version. Anyhow, this is she

She looks like a lil clown :)) a lil jester. Also why is there a random guy here??? Because in this production they just bring in Hungarian celebrities randomly and it’s especially funny during Skimbleshanks’s numbers because the guy turns up in a suit, and eventually gets more disheveled as the song goes on. Skimbleshanks and him COMMIT though.

Skimbleshanks, Luigi Vidal, Mexico 2013 and Mistoffelees, Orville Alvarado, also Mexico 2013

(Shoutout to Mexico 2013-2015 in general, it just looks rly cool)

Macavity, Diego Jaraz, Buenos Aires 1993

SIR MARRY ME 🫶🫶🫶❤️❤️❤️💍💍💍

Mungojerrie und Rumpleteazer, Canada, actors and time unknown to me 💔(I know SOMEONE literally told me because I ASKED but I don’t REMEMBER mutual if you recognize these guys PLEASE tell me)

@jennyanypenny I THINK IT WAS YOU PLEASE LMK IF YOU KNOW WHO THESE TWO ARE

(honorable mention to ‘98 Pouncival n Macavity)

[dungeons-and-dragon-age]

OC Questionnaire (Part 2)

And here's the rest of them (here are the others)! xdd

NAME: Liam Amell/Hawke

NICKNAME: Hawke, Prancer, Shorty, Bro (he and Bethy started calling each other bro and sis ironically and then it became unironical)

GENDER: Male

TAROT CARD:  Three of Swords

HEIGHT: Lower end of average

ORIENTATION: Bi (and maybe demi-ace?)

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Fereldan Human (Marcher/Fereldan parents)

FAVORITE FRUIT: Blueberries

FAVORITE SEASON: Early to mid autumn

FAVORITE FLOWER: Dandelions

FAVORITE SCENT: Nutmeg, freshly cut grass, leather balm

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Coffee (with milk)

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 7?

DOGS OR CATS: Dogs, no contest lol

DREAM TRIP: None really, he's fine with staying in the south

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 0-1 (smh he keeps sharing beds with blanket stealers....)

RANDOM FACT: Someone tried to insult him once by saying he smells like wet dog. Unfortunately for them, he took it as a compliment

NAME: Lilian Amell/Hawke

NICKNAME: Lil Bird (don't call her that), Hawke, Champ

GENDER: Female (would probably experiment with gender expression more if there weren't other things on her mind)

TAROT CARD:  Wheel of Fortune or King of Wands

HEIGHT: Tall (def taller than Liam)

ORIENTATION: Demiro bi and poly

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Fereldan Human (Marcher/Fereldan parents)

FAVORITE FRUIT: Peaches

FAVORITE SEASON: Summer

FAVORITE FLOWER: Golden rain

FAVORITE SCENT: Sea air, dried fish, vanilla, rum

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Hot chocolate, even if she denies it

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 8-ish, up to 10 if she has the chance to (gets grumpy if she gets less)

DOGS OR CATS: Dogs

DREAM TRIP: Rivain (been there, loves it)

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 2

RANDOM FACT: Forever mad that Seb outdrinks her at every competition and forever determined to beat him

NAME: Juniper Margaret June Trevelyan

NICKNAME: Junie (childhood nickname; won't let anyone call her that), Sparker, Bluetit

GENDER: Female

TAROT CARD:  Knight of Wands

HEIGHT: Short (shortest of my human guys, only taller than noya and kala lol)

ORIENTATION: Aro Bisexual

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Marcher Human

FAVORITE FRUIT: Cherry tomatoes (they're fruit!) (shes not much of a fruit person)

FAVORITE SEASON: Late summer

FAVORITE FLOWER: Doesn't have one

FAVORITE SCENT: Hay, burnt dust, petrol, ozone

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Coffee

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 8

DOGS OR CATS: Both but slight dog bias

DREAM TRIP: Minrathous

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 1 (she gets hot easily)

RANDOM FACT: She can make her hair sparkle like snow with ice magic

NAME: Ari Adaar

NICKNAME: ..Ari is the nickname lolol

GENDER: Agender (presents masc but Qunari gender is funky)

TAROT CARD: The World or Seven of Cups

HEIGHT: Tall (i like to think he is a bit taller than Bull just because it's funny)

ORIENTATION: Pan and some flavour of a-spec

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Marcher Vashoth (Seheron parents)

FAVORITE FRUIT: Pomelo but he's allergic; 2nd choice is woodapple

FAVORITE SEASON: Winter

FAVORITE FLOWER: Elder or Jasmine

FAVORITE SCENT: Cardamon, pine needles, iron

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Black tea (w loads of sugar)

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 5

DOGS OR CATS: Neither, really

DREAM TRIP: Antiva, to Josie's place :)

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 1 usually, 2 or one thick one in skyhold/very cold places

RANDOM FACT: He takes an interest in beekeeping and might get into it properly if/when he settles down

NAME: Adriel (Hawke)

NICKNAME: Addie, Pup, Magpie, Junior

GENDER: Female (has a bit of a gender crisis/ experimentation phase when she learns she's intersex but settles back on to female)

TAROT CARD: The Hermit

HEIGHT: Average to tall-ish (grows up to be about as tall as Fenris)

ORIENTATION: A-spec lesbian

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: ?? Elf (she doesn't know; probably Marcher?)

FAVORITE FRUIT: Pomegranates!

FAVORITE SEASON: Spring to early summer

FAVORITE FLOWER: Pansies

FAVORITE SCENT: Fresh linen, cats (they smell good!), hot wax

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Fruity teas

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 7

DOGS OR CATS: Cats

DREAM TRIP: Kind of really curious about Tevinter actually (don't tell pa....)

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 1, preferably fuzzy!

RANDOM FACT: She is scared of horses because the first time she tried to ride one it god spooked by something and threw her off

[fangbangerghoul]

This WIP Wednesday edition is going to be a little different this week!

Before I started Fleeting Pleasures, I looked to tumblr for Crimson Fleet ideas and my mutuals did not disappoint!

I remembered forever ago I promised I would eventually post a collection of their concepts and ideas for everyone to use and enjoy. So, in honor of being close to the end of my Crimson Fleet series I thought it was appropriate to share some of the inspiration I had received in the beginning!

This is going to be a collection of their suggestions and inspiration I used for my fic! along with some special thanks

(if your name is tagged you are tagged to post your WIP Wednesdays, yes I know I cheated.)

Crimson Fleet Hobbies:

@bearlytolerant: -They run around with jars of dirt and drink all the rum! -On a more serious note probably practice a niche hobby. -Definitely drinking and card games. -Brawls. -Getting tattoos. -Maybe giving tattoos. -Probably sex of all kinds.

@spookyspecterino : -Absolutely, hands down, gambling and card games. -They probably have like a deadpool thing going on, where they take bets on who will die during a robbery/job first. -Arm wrestling. -Knife fights. -Listening to metal/hard rock/grunge music. -Harassing ships on the edge of the settled systems for fun, not necessarily killing them, just getting really close to doing so and then leaving them stranded. -Also, playing fucked up pranks on one another

@freestarmantis : I like to think the fleet has invented their own entertainment also fight rings because who doesn't have combat sports these days

@5oh5 -100% getting and giving tattoos, maybe even once someone got pranked and they started one on him in his sleep and then he woke up and freaked so now it’s just a line that goes sideways 😂 definitely brawls and fights and drinking and card games. Is there a space version of mermaids? Lmao. Thanks for giving me more fun shit to think about as I work today 😂🖤

@aro-pancake : I had a DnD table of pirates once. It ended because of a awful player that almost made me cry on how much he was fucking shit up. It kinda popped back up with the idea of a Crimson Fleet DnD table, where they have to sail the Earth's seas and battle sea creatures. Also, it would be fun if they started it after finding a DnD set on a raided ship, and kept the owner as a DM

The fanfic that gave me the inspiration to write a Delgado/Sam/Ghoul fic in the first place:

Bear delivering the best Delgado shots and gifs:

Special shout out to these three individuals who proofread, beta read, stayed up late with me brainstorming, and just were as excited as I was to tell the story of Fleeting Pleasures! I am so honored to have a Scorpio gang like yall to help me see this to the end!

@spookyspecterino : I know she's been MIA but she has some of the best lines for Delgado, read her fic above and check out her masterlist!

@bearlytolerant : She is the pillar of the Delgado community and I stand by it! Her gameshots, GIFS, and HC's are my favorite in the buisness. Plus she makes me feel sane with how equally obsession she is to our King Pirate. Her work, Split Skin is an incredible ride so far!

@thatsgoodsquishy0 : She is such a talented writer and secretly a god tier editor. She helped with a lot of the direction and tone of my writing plus she is just so supportive! Her Fic: There is a Light That Never Goes Out is a masterpiece in the making!

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Lovers & Friends (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Keigo Takami x Black!Fem!Reader (Friends to Lovers)

Synopsis: In which you and Keigo have begun to realize the strange new feelings you both have for each other after one drunken night at a close friend’s wedding that ends with you in his bed, but because of your longtime friendship and committed relationships with other people, you’re more than happy to forget that night even happened and keep your mutual feelings in the dark…for now, at least. 

Story Warnings: Smutty smut; 18+ (MINORS GET AWAY); Cheating/Infidelity; Mating; Light Degradation; Spanking; Exhibitionism; Multiple Positions; Creampie; Unprotected PIV Sex; Facials; Scent Play; Marking; Spitting; Deepthroating; Cunnilingus; Begging; Edgeplay; Power Play; Daddy Kink; Some Angst; Hurt/Comfort; Mild Violence

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: This was one of my favorite chapters to write too. I like writing Keigo as a three-dimensional character with all these vulnerabilities & shit. -Jazz

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Bonus Chapter.

Read on AO3 here!

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Chapter Fourteen: Not a Part of the Plan.

“You’re kidding,” Rumi gasps. “You almost killed the guy?!” 

It’s the next night––a warm Saturday night––that is buzzing with activity. Especially at the bar Keigo finds himself at with Rumi and Dabi who specifically came out to see them.

They’ve been here for an hour so far and have been keeping track of the time Dabi has left before he’s forced to go back to his cell. Two prison guards are posted very closely to him during their bar romp––one standing near the door and the other outside in the van, possibly sleeping at the wheel. 

Dabi sits across from Keigo next to Rumi in their booth, sipping on his second glass of Jack Daniels and smoking a cigarette that he makes sure to smoke away from Rumi unless he wants a face full of her fist. 

They sit at a more secluded area of the dimly-lit yet cozy bar by a few mounted heads of stuffed animals and a pool table that isn’t occupied yet. Keigo is glad he came out tonight to the bar despite the place being packed to the brim and the crowd getting rowdy as the night goes on. He didn't feel like being alone tonight…not after what happened last night. He needed to see his friends’ faces and get some advice on his situation. 

“Not true,” he says. “I said I was thinking about it; I’m not about to catch a case with the career I have and have Y/N hate me forever.”

He already gave them the rundown of his meeting with Rei at your and Rum’s condo last night, earning a gasp from Rumi like she was watching a soap opera and a throaty laugh from Dabi. The dark-haired ex-villain shakes his head disappointedly now, taking a cherry from the bowl sitting between them. They’re supposed to go in Rumi’s cocktail, but they’ve been eating them instead. “That’s a shame,” he tsks. “You could bunk with me and we’d be cell buddies.” 

His crystal blue eyes tick up to Keigo’s, a lightheartedness to them. He knows that his friends is just trying to make him laugh, but it isn’t helping. Especially considering that he damn well could’ve beat Rei to a pulp if he let his anger get the best of him. It’s been bothering him all day how close he was to doing it. 

He hit up a party catering company himself a week ago, paying them early and extra for setting up shop. He decided to throw it a couple blocks away from the Gala in the basement of a small event venue where proms and bachelor parties are thrown. He loves basement parties, and low-key events even more. 

He groans, putting his hands in his hands. “God, I feel like I’m going insane!” he huffs. "I don’t know why I even did all of that.” 

Rumi narrows her eyes at him from across the booth, pausing mid-sip of her rum cocktail. She then reaches across the table to smack Keigo on the shoulder, making his skin sting. “Because you’re in love with Y/N, dumbass!” she practically shouts. “If you can’t see that now then you’re at a total loss. You’d might as well tell her.” 

Keigo rolls his eyes at her “advice”. Like telling you would even matter now. That would only make things much worse! “You’re not really helping me out,” he tells her grimly. “Our relationship is rocky enough as it is. Why the fuck would I tell her I love her, especially now that she’s back with Rei?” 

That only gets him a shrug of Rumi’s shoulders who he can tell is just about tipsy. “If not that then tell her how much of a bitch her man is,” Dabi comments. He pops another cherry out of the bowl and sucks on it before ripping the soft berry off of its vine with his teeth. “Especially with his acting.” 

Keigo’s ears perk at this, confusion on his face as he sips his own bottle of Jack Daniels. “What, you don’t find it convenient that he asked for Y/N back only a week before the Heroes’ Gala?” Dabi questions, raising an eyebrow at his friend.

Rumi agrees, popping a cherry for herself to put into her mouth. “And several months away from the ranking ceremony,” she adds. “Now that you mention it, Dabi, it does seem kinda weird. Y’know, you would’ve made a perfect detective if you weren’t into terrorizing people.” 

As the two begin to talk among themselves about the careers Dabi could’ve had if he wasn’t in LOV, Keigo’s head whirls with the implications behind their words. Rumi is right: the Gala is only a week away. There will be cameras and news reporters and adoring fans waiting patiently for the award winners to be announced which often have a good outcome for rankings at the JP Event. It all has to do with popularity.

….Wait. 

As soon as his thoughts connect, Keigo chokes on his Jack Daniels and nearly spits it out of his mouth. He roughly swallows the liquid and begins to hack into his fist, his throat burning and tears springing into his eyes.

Rumi and Dabi react immediately. Dabi passes him the pitcher of water left for them while Rumi leans over the table. “Fuck, Keigo, breathe!” she huffs, patting him hard on the back. 

Keigo continues to cough until he’s able to breathe properly. “Rei’s a bitch,” he chokes out. Rumi rolls her eyes, lifting the water pitcher for him. “Yeah, we know that. Now sip the water before you die.” 

Keigo leans forward and attaches his lips to the pitcher, letting Rumi pour it down his throat. He continues to clear his throat and dabs at his eyes with a napkin, slowly recovering. Once he’s sure he’s okay, he finishes his thought: “Rei doesn’t really want Y/N back; he’s just tryna get his award and a higher ranking. He’s using her for publicity.”

He grips the napkin, crumbling it into his fist. “Oh, that motherfucker,” he angrily growls, his feathers sharpening along his wings. 

Rumi looks just as mad while Dabi is busy sipping on his bottle. “Guess you’re just gonna have to go over and have a word with Y/N,” he deadpans. “If her man is there, you have a word with her and fuck him up.” Keigo nods, more than ready to get his hands dirty and help you see the truth about your scummy boyfriend. 

“Want me to come with?” Rumi asks, already standing up. “I can cancel my pussy appointment for tonight. I’m sure she won’t mind me visiting her tomorrow.” Dabi chuckles at this as he ties a knot with the cherry vine. “I’d volunteer too, but if I get found out for fuckin’ somebody up, especially a hero, I’ll get my perks taken away again.” 

Keigo shakes his head as he stands up, popping the collar to his jacket. “Naw, you two stay here,” he says, already looking towards the exit. “I’ll handle this shit myself.” He then takes a swig of the rest of his bottle before departing from his friends, zooming through the crowd for the door. 

“Go getcha girl, Hawks!” Rumi encouragingly calls after him. “And use the door this time!” 

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When Keigo zooms over to your apartment, he makes it there in ten minutes flat with how fast he’s going. If you had seen him, he’d look like a red comet shooting across the sky. 

Like a jackass, and as usual, he doesn’t listen to Rumi to use the door and goes around to your windows when he gets to your condo. However, your bedroom window isn’t open nor is your living room window so he has to walk through the lobby and travel up the elevator like a normal person.

When he gets to your floor, he races across the hallway to your door and practically throws himself against it. Then he begins knocking on it like a crazy person, hollering for you. “Y/N!” he calls through the door. “Open up, it’s me! I have to talk to you!” 

He continues to knock until you finally come to the door, looking fine as hell in your stretchy pink shorts and cropped Plus Ultra tee, your braids tied back in a ponytail. “Keigo?” you question, scowling at him. “What’s going on? Why are you knockin’ on my door like you’re the feds?” 

He stands there, breathing heavy and possibly smelling like the bar, but he didn’t have time to freshen up. “I’m sorry,” he sighs, composing himself but the urgency inside of him doesn’t let up. “Listen, there’s something I need to tell you.” 

He opens his mouth to continue but freezes when he sees Rei stepping out from the kitchen with a silver mixing bowl in the crook of his arm. As soon as their eyes meet, Keigo wants to toss a couple feathers at the motherfucker and pin him against the wall like a game of knife throw.

Rei’s smirk is calloused and cocky as he steps behind you. “Oh, Hawks, it’s you!” he says with false happiness. “What a surprise. I didn’t realize Y/N invited guests for our dinner tonight.” 

You look from him to Keigo, eyeing him suspiciously. “I didn’t.” Keigo doesn’t like you giving him that look–like you can’t trust him. If you can trust anyone in this world, it’s him! You told him that the night you slept together. Was that just the alcohol talking? He sure as hell hopes not. It would break him if that wasn’t the truth. 

“I haven’t seen you since Fatgum’s wedding,” Rei continues, poking the bear harder and harder. “How’s Sakura doing? She looked wonderful at the reception.” His smirk grows wider, reminding Keigo of a twisted version of the Cheshire Cat. 

“She’s fine,” he replies, balling his fists at his sides. He is trying hard to keep himself composed and under control, but your man is pushing it. “Listen, Y/N, can I please talk to you for a minute?”

His eyes flick to Rei who stands a little too close to you. “In private?” he adds. 

You still look incredibly confused but you allow Keigo your time to him anyway. “Uh…sure.” You turn to Rei with a reassuring smile. “I’ll be right there, Rei. Just keep stirring the sauce.” Rei nods and makes a show of sneaking his hand around your waist before pecking your cheek. “Nice seeing you again, Hawks,” he says before leaving you two alone. 

You step out into the hallway, keeping the door open a crack. “What’s goin’ on?” you ask, crossing your arms over your chest. “Why do you look like that? Did something happen?” His eyes flicker to your chest and the way your arms squish your breasts together so tantalizingly. Fuck, this is the wrong time to be eyeing you down. 

He looks away back towards your face and takes a moment to gather his thoughts. There is a part of him that wants to turn around and leave to spare your feelings, but he knows that that isn’t ideal. You’re his friend and he loves you, so you deserve to know the truth, no matter how painful it may be.

“Okay,” he exhales. “This isn’t gonna be easy to tell you, so just bear with me. Have you ever thought it weird that Rei suddenly asked for you back only a week before the Gala?” 

You stare at him blankly for a few seconds, his words processing in your pretty brain. Then they begin to register across your face but not in the way he was hoping. You look angered and irritated, and all of it is directed at him. “What are you implying, Keigo?” you sharply ask with a scowl. “That Rei just wanted me back just for publicity or something?” 

Keigo awkwardly toes the floor with his sneaker, an embarrassed flush enveloping his face. He didn’t exactly prepare for this. “Uh…yeah,” he timidly answers. “Not to mention for a higher ranking. You did say the guy cares a lot about his status, right?” 

You suddenly let out a chuckle which startles him. He wasn’t expecting that. But then he realizes that you don’t believe him. Him! Your best friend. Your partner in crime and righthand man. That hurts him more than he wants to admit. But when he continues to stare at you silently, that disbelief in your face disappears. “You’re being serious,” you say, realizing this isn’t a joke. 

Still, he doesn’t say anything. He is more afraid of how you’d react if he did say something. Your scowl turns into a glare, your eyes angered. “Rei wouldn’t do that to me and I don’t appreciate you coming over here giving me this bullshit,” you hiss. “Why would you think that poorly of him?” 

“First of all, it’s not bullshit,” Keigo sternly replies. “I’m telling you the truth. Rumi and Dabi even–” 

“And why do you think I’m not worthy of a good relationship?” you ask, sounding absolutely hurt. Keigo’s stomach drops. That isn’t at all what he thinks or how he intended to make you feel. “That’s not true!” he protests. “Baby bird, I–” 

“Don’t call me that,” you hiss, visibly flinching at the nickname. 

He falters, his feathers drooping sadly at your reaction to the name he’s been giving you as old as time itself. “Y/N,” he corrects himself, your name tasting sour on his tongue in this scenario. “I only want you to be happy, and though I highly dislike Rei, I would be overjoyed if he was a good guy for you, but he’s not. I know he can’t make you happy the way you deserve to be.” 

You scoff in response at his words, making him flinch. “What, and you can?” you harshly chuckle. “Is that what you’re here for? To sweep me off my feet as if you don’t have a girl already?” You shake your head in disbelief at him, like you can’t believe he even exists. “I can’t believe you, Keigo. You really think everyone is just for the taking, don’t you? You’re so selfish.” 

If the cutting edge of your tone does not skin Keigo’s heart, it’s your words. They are beyond hurtful. They take him and transform him into something that he isn’t: a backstabbing, self-serving asshole whose only mission is to get you all to himself. He can’t believe you really see him as that. “Are you bein’ serious right now?” he weakly asks, squinting at you. 

But you’re on a roll, too irate to see the hurt in his eyes. “You have no regard for anyone else’s feelings but your own. You just do what makes you feel good; fuck everyone else. It’s all about Hawks.” You motion toward him with your hand, your smirk hard and humorless. “I know Rei isn’t your ideal vision of a partner for me, but you’re mistaken if you think you’re one too.” 

Keigo staggers back a bit as if you’ve stabbed him. And you did because that one hurt. Not only do you think that he’s a horrible friend but that he’d also be a horrible partner. You think he is scum.

And maybe he just might be, but he would never ever tell you all of this for selfish reasons. And he certainly wouldn’t try to split you up with someone if he knew they were right for you. But you don’t seem to understand any of that, and after years of being friends, that cuts him deep. 

He stares at you for a moment, wondering if he should make any of this known, but your glare tells him that you’re not willing to reason.

“Wow, okay,” he scoffs, irritation flooding him at your refusal to see the truth that is right in front of you. “You know what? Forget it. I came all the way over here not to steal you away from Rei, but to help you understand that you deserve so much better than that flashy asshole. But if you’re okay with bein’ used as a publicity stunt, then that’s fine by me. If you don’t realize that everything I do is to show you how much I love you, then I don’t know when you will.” 

As soon as the words are out of his mouth, he realizes the mistake he made. You must realize it too because your next question makes the tension in the air much thicker: “Does that include fucking me?” you curtly ask. 

Keigo stares you down, trying to weigh his options here. “That was a mistake,” he sighs heavily. 

“Was it really?” you ask, sounding rather timid and as if his response hurt you. The way you wrap your arms around yourself makes it seem as if you’re soothing yourself, giving yourself the comfort you won’t allow Keigo to give you. He heaves a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “YN, please,” he practically begs. “Let’s just talk about this.” 

But you’re done with the situation, already turning to go back inside. “Just leave,” you tiredly say. “I don’t wanna talk to you right now. Just go home, alright?” Before he can say anything more, you’re closing the door in his face, shutting him completely out of your life. 

He stands there for a moment, realizing the gravity of what just happened. He lost you, his best friend. The only woman he loves. “Fuck,” he growls lowly.

Then again, louder this time, a scream ripping from the deepest depths of his frustration: “Fuck!” He doesn’t care if anyone hears. For all he cares, they can sit down and have a front-row view of this tragedy.

He can’t believe he fucked up this bad. Now you don't even want to see him. What if this is it? He feels that it is. As soon as you closed that door, you ended your friendship and cut him out of your life. He wants to knock again and apologize, take it all back, but he knows that you’d never look at him the same way. He will forever be the jealous asshole who tried to break you and Rei up with a lie. 

And for your sake, he hopes that this is all just a misunderstanding and something he is throwing out of proportion. For your feelings and that heart of yours, he hopes that Rei is a good man to you. 

He goes home, feeling like the whole world is crashing down around him. But when he enters the lobby to go up to his penthouse, he doesn’t expect to find a certain pink-haired woman standing at the front desk in a white top, a flowery mini skirt, and heels.

Recognizing her immediately, he scowls confusedly at her, his heart lurching into his throat. “Sakura?” he asks. 

She jumps and turns around, looking at him like she was just caught with her hand in the cookie jar. They stand in silence for a moment, both trying to decide what to say and when to say it. Sakura goes first, clearing her throat. “Hi,” she timidly says, adverting her gaze. 

“Hey,” Keigo replies, still confused. “What are you doin’ here?”

Sakura clutches the strap to her tote bag to her stomach, looking nervous. “I wanted to talk to you in person,” she sighs, peering up at him with regretful eyes. “I’m sorry about what happened last Friday. I had completely jumped to conclusions and didn’t take your workload or career into account.” Her bottom lip begins to wobble, indicating her true feelings. “I’ve just been missing us.” 

Keigo withers seeing her look so down, feeling shitty for how Friday night ended. Even shittier for his feelings for you. “I’m sorry, too,” he softly says. “I didn’t mean to hurt you that night. I’ve just been dealin’ with a lot; most of which I don’t wanna worry you with.” He steps towards her, gently taking her hand into his. “I’m sorry I’ve been so distant. You deserve so much better than that.” 

And he does. She deserves the world, as sweet of a girl she is. Why she is back here for someone like him, he has no idea, but if you can make it work with Rei again, then he can make it work with her….right?

‘No,’ his conscious tells him. ‘Because Y/N told Rei the truth. Like an asshole, you still haven’t done that yet.’ 

“I’ve been missing us too,” he sighs. “But I don’t want us to be together if you don’t know the truth.”

Sakura’s face grows wary, meaning she’s already getting a bad feeling about this. “About what?” she softly asks. The worry in her eyes pains him. Even now, she is still concerned about his wellbeing. He squeezes her hand, already leading her to the lobby exit. “C’mon, let’s take a walk. I’m not likin’ all of these eyes.” 

Really, there isn’t anyone watching and he knows he’s being paranoid, but he’d prefer this conversation away from the lobby and somewhere more private.

So he takes her outside and walks her over to the fountain bubbling in the middle of the valet parking lot. It is empty and no vehicles are pulling up due to it being so late in the night. Keigo feels somewhat calmer standing by the fountain, the cool spritz of water gently caressing his skin. All he hears is the water and his blood rushing into his ears. 

“Is everything okay?” Sakura asks, her brows furrowed in concern. He drops their hands and puts his own in his pocket. “Actually, no, Sakura; everything’s not okay.” His body begins to grow hot and his heart hammers against his chest. He wants to bolt, but he refuses to. He needs to be an adult. He needs to be a good partner, even if she refuses to see him after this. 

“What’s this about?” Sakura asks, sounding even more worried than before. Keigo keeps his eyes on hers, refusing to look away from her. “I’m so sorry, Sakura,” he sighs. “I’m so sorry for everything. You deserve none of this. You’re such an amazing woman…way too amazing for me.” Guilt and shame begin to eat him up on the inside, even worse than how he was feeling before. 

“What do you mean?” she asks, blinking those big, blue eyes at him. She goes to hold his hands again, taking each of them into her own. ‘I’m here,’ she silently says. ‘You can tell me.’ 

He licks his lips, lubricating them as his nerves start to get the best of him. “I haven’t been the man that you deserve for such a long time now. You deserve someone who is going to love you for every amazing part of you. As intelligent, sweet, and beautiful as you are, I’ve refused to appreciate any of that…and there’s a reason for that.”

He hangs his head in shame, staring at Sakura’s hands encased in his. A lump begins to grow in his throat the more he tries to push the truth out. “The reason is because…because…” 

“Because you’re in love with Y/N,” Sakura finishes. 

Keigo pauses, his eyes widening in awe. It’s like a record scratches. Sakura just blankly stares at him, no amount of anger or hurt in her face. “I….what?” he dumbly asks. “H-How did you–“ 

“It was kinda obvious, Keigo,” Sakura states, but not unkindly. More matter-of-factly than anything. “I’ve known for a while now, but I just never wanted to say anything. You’ve always had a different relationship with her than you have with your other friends.”

She looks down at her pretty heels that she probably slipped on tonight just for him. “Plus, I wanted to try again with you because I did see myself being with you.” 

As if Keigo couldn't feel worse. The fact that she knew about his feelings for you the entire time, never mind why she didn't say anything, crushes him. He should’ve told her straight up a long time ago.

“I’m so sorry, Sakura,” he defeatedly says. “I’m sorry I didn’t discuss this with you sooner. I guess, more than anything, I just didn’t want to acknowledge how I felt.” He pauses for a moment to gather his thoughts and then dives right into delivering the horrible truth to her. 

“The truth is after Fatgum’s wedding, I made a horrible mistake,” he begins, making sure to breathe as he does. If he doesn’t, he's sure to pass out from his nerves. “I just got so drunk and…” He bites his lower lip, his mind racing, telling him to stop. But he can’t. He can’t avoid this anymore. “I-I had sex with Y/N,” he blurts. 

He expects Sakura to cry or even hit him, but she does neither. He can see the hurt in her eyes though and that tears him apart. “It was a horrible, horrible mistake and I’m so sorry for not telling you sooner. I just didn’t know how and I didn’t want to hurt you.”

He turns away to hide his face, feeling tears prick his eyes. He feels terrible like he doesn't want to be in his own body. He knows for sure that Sakura will want nothing to do with him now. And why would she? Someone as sweet and as amazing as her doesn’t deserve someone who is desperately in love with his own best friend. 

“I need to tell you something too,” she sighs. He turns to face her again, noticing the guilt that is evident on her face. “I-I’ve also fallen for someone else,” she softly stutters. “After I got sick at the wedding, Snipe gave me his number when he came to my aid and I just couldn’t seem to get him out of my mind.” 

Keigo’s mind traces back to the wedding when Sakura told him about the Ginger Ale his fellow pro gave her. “Wait, Snipe?” he asks, stunned. “You like Snipe?”

Pink similar to her hair shade coats Sakura’s cheeks. “After you and I had the fight at your apartment, we went on one date, I went back to his place, and we kissed, but I couldn’t go through with anything more. There was a part of me that felt horrible for treating you like that.” She looks down at her shoes, flattening her lips into a thin line. 

Now he knows that they could never be together again, not when Keigo is still hung up on you. As long as he feels these romantic feelings for you, there is no way he can be with anyone else. He was kidding himself thinking that he could.

“No,” he reassures Sakura. “You don’t have to feel bad for me, honey. I deserve to be treated even worse for doing you so bad. You deserve much more and better.” 

Sakura looks up into his eyes and he stares into hers. In the two twin pools of blue like the purest water, he sees no resentment, anger, or ice. Only hurt for what they could’ve been. Keigo can’t resist taking her into his arms and hugging her to his body. She hugs him back, hanging onto him tightly. “And I happen to know that Snipe is flyin’ solo for the Gala event,” he whispers. 

Sakura shakily laughs into his chest, indicating that she’s crying. Keigo can feel his own tears dawning on him. He’d almost prefer she scream at him instead of hug him back. To him, to receive such tenderness after doing her so dirty feels worse than a slap in the face and being called an asshole.

Slowly, she pulls away and dabs at her cheeks. “I’ll make you a deal then,” she says, piquing his interest. “I’ll call Snipe tonight and ask if out again if you tell Y/N how you feel by the end of the Gala.” She presses a hand to his heart, a kind smile on her pretty face. “Don’t let her pass you by, Keigo.” 

He doesn't tell her that you’re probably done with him. He doesn’t tell her that he has no plans to pursue you. All he does his smile and covers her hand with his. “I won’t,” he promises. “Thank you, Sakura.” 

Sakura then stands up on her toes and presses a soft, sticky kiss to his cheek. A kiss goodbye. “Go get her, tiger,” she whispers before walking off to her car, her heels clicking behind her and her pink curls bouncing. He watches her go, standing by the fountain even after Sakura pulls off, waving at him as she does. 

And in the back of his mind, there you stay. Damn you. 

[teddyeyeseddie]

Lemon Squares (E.M.)

Summary:A bartender, a baby & a babysitter. And also baking. And maybe a little sugar thrown in the mix 

WC: 3.2k

Warnings: Fluff, Drinking, Smut, PIV, Oral (Fem & Male Rec), Unprotected Sex, Brief Fingering, dad!Eddie bc that needs a warning, subby Eddie, switch dynamics

A/N: This is my first time writing my baby boy Eddie... pls be nice and enjoy! I took a long break from writing and this has been sitting in my brain for forever! Thank you @lfaewrites​ for beta reading this for meeeee xx

“Bye Daddy,” his little girl squeaks, her voice heavy with sleep as he lays her down for bed. Her mess of curls are sprawled out across her pillowcase as she pulls her lovey closer to her face and falls into peaceful sleep.

Eddie backs out of the room, careful of his clunking feet. He flicks on her nightlight before exiting and quietly shuts the bedroom door then retreating to the living room where his uncle is sat with a newspaper before him.

“I’m heading out for my shift Uncle Wayne, I’ll see you in the morning,” Eddie mutters as he pulls his coat over his shoulders, sending his kin a soft smile.

“Boy I wish you would just let me help out with her more, you’re going to work yourself to death. You barely let me hire a babysitter for her during the day, you’ve gotta slow down Eds” Eddie just shrugs his shoulders and looks back towards his daughter’s door. He smiles when he thinks about how one day he will be able to provide everything and more for his little girl.

“It s’okay, I’m working hard to give her everything I had and more. She needs a dad that works hard,”

“She needs a dad that's around more Eds..”

Eddie groans and throws his head back, annoyance bubbling to the surface while he is sat facing the same conversation for the third time this week.

“The shop is giving me weekends off, I’ll be around more now.” With that, he leaves the conversation, slipping his wallet and keys into his pocket before he bounds out the door and towards his car.

When he gets to the bar, his annoyance is still settled low in his belly, the conversation he had with his uncle sitting heavy on his shoulders as he wipes down the bar before him.

He does his usual tasks when he comes in, taking a quick check that he has everything he needs for a busy Friday night. Friday nights used to be his favorite, but days spent playing with his band at the Hideaway have turned into working at the Hideawayand watching his old band play without him.

He used to mope over the idea of Gareth and his buddies continuing on without him, but his little Lily made all the long hours, tiring shifts and dirty work worth it all.

Eddie is lost in thought; he barely notices the woman waiting before him, she clears her throat before a small “Excuse me” leaves her lips.

“Sorry, was deep in thought there lovely,” he rasps before picking up a white towel from the counter and throwing it over his shoulder.

“A rum and coke, please.” She says before reaching into her back pocket for her ID. He checks it over, smiling at her in silent thanks before turning around to make the woman her drink.

By the time he turns around with the beverage, the woman is gone, another woman taking her place at the bar.

“I think she was gonna ask you out but got scared, probably all those tatties up and down your arms,” Eddie turns bright red at her words, smiling a little at the use of the word “tatties”; a word commonly used by his little one.

“Y-you think?” she cocks her head to the side and smiles before speaking up again.

“That she was going to ask you out or the thing about your tattoos?” she questions as she holds her hand out for the drink Eddie still has grasped in his hand. He blindly gives the woman the drink, drooling at the sight of her and her confident demeanor.

“T-that she was going to ask me out,” the woman cackles at his words, bringing the tumbler to her lips and taking a long pull from the glass.

“She was totally going to ask you out,”

“S’a good thing, I don’t date customers..” he mumbles, his hands braced on the counter as he pushes his backside out, Y/N smiling at the sight.

“You don’t?”

“Well, I’ve made an exception or two..” His cheeks burn at the revelation, turning away from her to grab one of his regulars another beer. He watches as she sips on her drink before he returns to her side of the bar.

“What if I made an exception?” he questions once a small ounce of courage courses through his veins.

“An exception?” she asks, a small smile forming behind her glass.

“I’m off at three, think you can wait?”

His back is braced against her fridge, her lips finding the junction of his neck, kissing and nipping at the skin.

“Fuck I’m this close to sleeping with you and I don’t even know your name,” Eddie gasps as he tries to untie the flannel tied around her waist.

“Y/N,” she breathes against his neck. Eddie gulps and pushes her off of him in an instant, his mind reeling as he looks around the kitchen, his eyes landing on a very familiar drawing adorning the woman’s fridge.

“Fuck, fuck fuck fuck!” he shouts as he begins to button his pants back up where Y/N’s hands had snaked inside.

“Do you have a thing against sleeping with women named Y/N or something?” she questions as she pulls the tanktop Eddie had pulled down to reveal her bra back up her body.

“No, God no it's just- I think you might be my kids' babysitter?”  he scratches at the back of his neck, awkwardly shifting from one foot to the other.

“Y-You’re Eddie? Lily’s Dad?” she sputters, this time picking her flannel up off the floor and putting it over her in order to shield Eddie’s eyes from her body.

“The one and only,”

Eddie begins to gather his keys and wallet that had been discarded on the counter in Y/N’s kitchen.

“I should go..” he finally says before he makes his way to the door. He is almost there when he feels a small hand snake its way around his arm, stopping him in his tracks.

“Don’t go, let me make you a cup of coffee? Maybe we can sit and talk for a little before you have to go back home?” she asks, her demeanor much less dominant now.

Eddie nods his head, making his way to the living room.

“She told you I did that?” Eddie sputters, wiping at the coffee that has dribbled down his chin.

“Yep! She even told me about the time you burnt pancakes and had to put a fire out in the sink,” Y/N sips on her coffee, a smile forming on her lips as she continues to recall the embarrassing moments Lily has spewed out to her.

“Well I’m happy to hear that you know half of my deepest darkest secrets thanks to my three year old,” he rolls his eyes as he sets his coffee cup down on the coffee table before him.

Silence falls amongst the two of them, smiles plastered on their faces as they enjoy eachothers company.

“Well I better get home to the little one, Uncle Wayne leaves at 6 for work and it's almost 5:30…” he mutters before getting up from his spot on the couch.

Y/N follows him and grabs his coat for him, draping it over his arm.

“I um- I’m off tomorrow. I’m sure Wayne told you..” Eddie mumbles, nerves nesting low in his belly as he tries to build up the courage to ask the woman before him out for a second time. Getting someone to bed is easy, but asking them if they want to hang out with you and your three year old is a different story in his mind.

“Yeah, he did! I’ll be sure to enjoy my own day off…” she trails on, picking at the edge of her flannel as she hopes Eddie will make some sort of move on her.

“Would you want to come bake with us? Lily has been bothering me to bake and I’m no good. Maybe you could come help a hopeless father?” he questions as he takes a step closer to her.

She simply nods her head and before she can answer, Eddie places the softest kiss to her lips. He smiles into it before pulling away and placing his hand on her waist.

“I’ll see you at 12?” He questions before backing through the doorway.

“I'll see you at 12…”

“Heya lovely,” Eddie says as he opens the front door for her and lets her inside. Lily is sitting on the couch coloring on the coffee table when she finally looks up and sees her favorite person standing in the doorway.

“Miss Y/N!” she yells, getting up from her spot on the couch and running towards the door, pushing past Eddie to give her a big hug.

“Daddy didn’t tell me you were coming!” she exclaims as she tugs on Y/N’s arm and pulls her towards the kitchen.

“Daddy said we are finally gonna bake today but he hasn’t told me what we are making, can you get it out of him, miss Y/N,”

Y/N nods her head before smiling brightly at Eddie, her hands coming to rest on her hips before she decides to speak up.

“So Mr. Munson-” Lily lets out an exasperated sigh, interrupting their conversation.

“Call him daddy! Or Eddie, that's what he says his name is!” she yells as she rolls her eyes and stands between the two.

“So daddy… I mean Eddie…” he turns bright red at her words, chuckling nervously as he waits for her to continue speaking, “What are we making today?” she questions, smirking at the way Eddie’s demeanor has changed.

“Uhm- Lemon Squares? Wayne told me they were your favorite… and Chocolate chip cookies for the little one,” he grabs Y/N’s hand and leads her to the kitchen, showing her the plethora of baking necessities that the trio might need throughout their day.

Y/N pulls Lily’s step stool closer to the counter in the kitchen, her hand coming to smooth out the unruly fly aways adorning the crown of her head. Eddie can’t help but smile at the feeling of domesticity flowing through his home, all that he has ever dreamed of and wanted in the palm of his hands. A pretty woman who loves his daughter, a home he has built himself, and love he can feel bouncing between the three of them.

Eddie lets Y/N take the reins, his knowledge of baking slim to none as he watches his daughter and guest get carried away with the recipes Eddie found in his late aunt’s Good Housekeeping collection.

“Why don’t we have daddy go pick up some pizza?” Y/N questions as she looks over at Eddie who is rolling cookie dough into small balls while wearing a frilly apron Lily forced him to wear.

He looks up from his spot at the counter and smiles before he unties the apron behind his back and bounds towards the door, barely stopping to ask what the two girls want.

By the time Eddie makes it back with the pizza, the last batch of cookies are in the oven and the kitchen is clean. Eddie places the pizza boxes on the counter before making his way to the living room to see the two girls passed out on the couch together. Eddie is quiet as he approaches, gently rubbing at Y/N’s arm to wake her up. When that doesn’t work, he places the softest kiss to her forehead, and then to both her cheeks. She wakes up with a smile on her face, Eddie leaning down to kiss her softly in her waking up haze.

“Pizza’s here,” he says, a smile locked on his face as he looks down at her. She nods her head, gently coaxing Lily awake as she lays beside her.

Once the two girls are awake, the trio is sat at Eddie’s dining room table, talking about anything and everything before Lily speaks up.

“Daddy, m’tired,” She mumbles out. Y/N is quickly on her feet upon recognizing the time.

“That’s because it is time for you to go to bed, little bug,” she hoists the three year old up onto her hip, smiling at Eddie as she waits for him to follow.

The two fall into an easy routine, Eddie changing her clothes and Y/N brushing her hair and all the tangles out from the day. Eddie lays her down in bed and snuggles in beside her as Y/N picks out a book to read.

They both lay in bed while Eddie reads some princess book to his daughter, Y/N smiling at the way Eddie gets into the story line, the animation in his voice causing the little girl to giggle despite being so tired.

Eventually, Lily falls asleep, the two of them slowly creeping out of the bed and towards the door. With no words exchanged between the two of them Y/N makes it to the front door and begins to slip on her shoes. Eddie rocks back and forth on his feet, kicking himself mentally before he finally decides to speak up,

“Would you wanna-” He pauses when he looks down at the girl before him, all doe-eyed and rosy cheeked, he truly can't help himself. So, he leans down and kisses her with all that he has. His hands move to her waist as she kisses him back, their teeth threatening to knock together given how desperate the kiss is.

“Stay. Would you wanna st-” Y/N cuts him off with another kiss, smiling into it as she pushes him towards the living room.

“Uh-uh,” he mumbles against her lips.

“My room, don’t want this to be just a one time thing for us,”

When Y/N enters the room it isn't what she expected, there is a mix of all things Eddie and pictures of Lily strewn about the room. Ozzy and Iron Maiden posters littering the walls and a lived in type of mess adorning the floors. It isn’t a room that she expected an adult with a child to have, but it suits him and she loves it.

Eddie backs her up until the bend of her knees hit the bed, his hand coming to her hip to softly lay her down. He makes quick work of her jeans, kissing from her ankle to her center once the offending garment is gone. He pulls her panties to one side, his index finger coming up to trace through her folds. Y/N groans loudly, Eddie quickly shushing her as she writhes on the bed.

She pushes Eddie’s hand away, sitting up to take her shirt off. She whines when she realizes Eddie is still as dressed as he is. The man chuckles at how desperate she has gotten and decides to tease her a little more. He gropes over the large bulge that is now prominent in his jeans, his hand going up and down over the member.

Y/N has enough of being teased, she quickly gets off the bed, replacing Eddie’s hand with her own.

“Remember when I had you in the palm of my hand last night? What happened to desperate Eddie? He forget where his place is in the bedroom?” she questions as she backs him up against the wall and dips her hand into the waistband of his boxers, her hand wrapping around his hard cock in the process.

“N-no- was just trying to be good for you,” he mumbles out.

“Oh sweetheart, you are a good boy. You just can’t tease me like that,” she lowers herself to her knees, her face eye level with his crotch, her mouth watering at the idea of having him inside of her.

She dips her hands into the waistband of his boxers, pulling them and his jeans down in one go, smiling when his member bounces free and settles hard and heavy between his thighs. She reaches out before her, her hand wrapping around his now free cock. It’s hard and angry red, leaking at the tip. She places a chaste kiss to the head before slowly licking her way up his shaft, teasing him with kitten licks and kisses.

Eddie is a moaning shaking mess and she has barely started. She finally takes pity on him and sinks her head down onto his cock, the large member bumping the back of her throat causing her to gag. She pulls off of him and relaxes her throat, taking him again and this time allowing Eddie to fuck her face with no problems.

Eddie's hips begin to snap forward,  his head back in ecstasy. Before he can really begin to enjoy it, she pulls off of him with a lewd pop, licking her lips as she looks up at him between hooded eyes.

“Can daddy take care of me now?” she questions as she stands up from her place on the floor. She kisses up his torso and finds his lips one more time before she lays herself back on the bed.

Eddie pulls at her panties and guides them down her legs, his lips connecting to her inner thighs, suckling softly in order to leave little marks on her skin. She mewls quietly, careful not to wake up Lily a few rooms over.

He nips at her skin one last time before diving into her center, licking a stripe from her weeping hole to her clit. He stops suddenly, drawing her clit into his mouth and suckling on it, causing her to moan and scratch at Eddie’s scalp. He continues his work between her legs, condensing Y/N to a moaning needy mess when the words “fuck me” finally leave her mouth, Eddie is happy to comply.

He lines himself up with her entrance, slowly pushing in. He draws his breath in between his teeth as he sinks himself into her.

“F-fuck baby,” He moans, draping himself over her, his lips finding hers in a sweet kiss as his hips begin to move and pound into her. Soft and sweet moans leave her lips that cause Eddie to smile as he continues his movements.

Her hand reaches down to snake between the two of them, Eddie batting her hand away and using his own to rub at her clit. At the contact, Y/N throws her head back, hands gripping the sheets as Eddie smiles wickedly at her.

“You gonna come?” He questions, smirking at the way her back has pulled off of the matress.

All she can do is nod her head before she finally lets go, Eddie following closely behind her as they both lose themselves in their highs. Eddie slowly pulls out of her, Y/N hissing at the feeling but nonetheless smiling when she sees Eddie retreat and come back with a warm washcloth. He wipes between her messy thighs, using the cloth to wipe off his own member before climbing into bed beside her.

“Stay?” he questions.

“The night?”

“Forever, I think Lily likes having you around…”

“In your dreams Munson,” she says before she turns over to cuddle into his chest. She knows  there was no way out of this mess they just embarked on, in the past 24 hours Eddie Munson and his mess of curls had weaved himself into her heart and she wouldn't have it any other way.

[doomhands-jr]

The Choreographer -- Pt 14

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader | Jimin X Reader | Yoongi X Reader .

Rating: Explicit (not for this chapter though)  

Warnings: *deep breath* angst, smut, protected vaginal intercourse, blowjobs, eating out, emotional outbursts, post-coital emotional flooding, more angst, choking, scratching, biting, kissing, marijuana use, drinking, playful roasting, holding hands, and did I mention angst? Seriously your heart breaks a little for each of them. 

Summary: You were the assistant choreographer for BTS tasked with taking over for the lead while on tour. You'd sacrificed everything for this job, and you didn't want to risk it, but the temptation has proved to be too sweet.

Now you have to juggle the social, physical, and emotional consequences of your affairs. Jealousy between the members, social isolation, and potential feelings? No, that last one was not something you'd allow. You already had enough on your plate. You had to squash that down.

But feelings demand to be felt. And you cannot run away forever.

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OR

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How I dumped all my trauma into a single fanfic.

Masterlist

A/N: *sings* who is ready for things to get SO much more complicated? Me! I’m ready! This might be my favorite chapter I’ve ever written. Wooohooo! Let’s gooooooooooo! 

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The lights of the arcade flashed all around you—magenta, tangerine, and turquoise took turns in your periphery while you chewed on your straw. Rum and coke. It had been your go-to since before you were old enough to legally drink.

It had been three weeks since Jungkook had left your room. You’d just flown to Osaka. This was the second-to-last stop before Shizuoka, and then finally home to Seoul. You couldn’t wait for this godforsaken tour to be over. Once in Seoul, you’d have an entire month off to rest and recuperate before you had to head back out, and were singularly focused on getting through this tour so you could spend the next month doing absolutely nothing.

You and Jungkook hadn’t spoken to each other at all since that night, save for overly-polite greetings whenever you had to save face in front of staff and the other members.

Despite the time, it hadn’t gotten easier.

You took another sip of your drink and savored the carbonation that prickled on your tongue.

“Babe! Over here!”

You looked over to see Jia. She stood beside a large arrangement of dance-based games and waved you over.

“Come on! I need a player 2!” 

She jumped up and down as you approached her, eager for you to join.

“I don’t know if this would be a fair fight, Ji,” you taunted.

“Wanna bet?” Her smile held a sinister edge. “I used to play this game all the time back home.”

“Yeah, but I’m more coordinated.”

“Okay, well prove it then,” she said, gesturing for you to take your place on the platform beside her.

As it turned out, Jia was right. Your dance skills didn’t translate to being able to follow the directions of the arrows and match your feet to the appropriate pads on the floor.

“Shit, Jia, you weren’t kidding.”

“Years of practice.” She wasn’t even breaking a sweat, and she had set her difficulty to hard.

You lost spectacularly. Jia had a near-perfect score, while you received a 43%.

“Care to try again?” she asked.

“I’d rather watch you kick Jin’s ass,” you said. “Where are they, by the way?”

“I think they’re arriving soon. They had to drive separately since they need tinted windows. Paparazzi, you know?”

“Ah.”

You enjoyed watching Jia play against a few other crew members while nursing your drink. You much preferred this to going to the club like the crew normally did on Saturday nights. The crew seemed to relax more when it was just people from the tour.

Hanyuel had set up a makeshift bar on one of the ping pong tables and was handing out drink after drink. The others were being used for beer pong. Daejung, a member of the stage crew was absolutely dominating his counterpart, a camera man named Jay.

Two of the stylists you knew only by face played a racing game, while the resident personal trainer shot hoop after hoop at a basketball game. You still weren’t too familiar with the rest of the crew, but you knew they each played an integral role in the crazy traveling circus you’d been caught in.

As you were observing everyone, you caught movement out of the corner of your eye. All seven members were arriving through a side alley entrance. Once they made their way in, they received applause from the crew for having pulled off yet another amazing performance.

Polite as ever, they applauded the crew for having been instrumental in the show’s success. You could tell they still weren’t quite used to being applauded by people they considered friends and colleagues. Fans were one thing, but this was different.

You wanted to go up and say hi, but determined it was better to hang back and spend more time with the crew. You didn’t want to monopolize their time or attention. Besides, it was fun hanging with Jia and some of her friends.

After a few moments of greeting, the members spread out around the crowd. Hoseok made his way over to your group and challenged Jia to a dance off.

“I don’t know about that Hobi,” you warned. “I already made that mistake.”

“I’ll bet you 10 tokens I win,” said Hobi. You cringed in anticipation of his defeat.

He actually held is own against Jia. Apparently, he wasn’t a rookie like you had been, and he was pretty quick on his feet. You weren’t sure what you expected, but it definitely hadn’t been that.

Jia had years of experience, but Hoseok picked it up quickly, and he had more control over his body than she did. He lost the first round, but challenged her to a second and won.

“We’re tied. Best of three?” he said. “Winner take all.”

“You’re on.”

It was a tight race. They both amped up the difficulty level to expert and chose an up-beat song. Arrows flew across the screen at an alarming rate as they pounded a steady tattoo on the sensors at their feet. At first Jia was in the lead, but Hoseok surpassed her. Their feet moved fast and accurately, so much so that your eyes could barely follow their movements.

It was neck and neck. Most of the group was cheering for Jia, but Hoseok had a few supporters, Jimin being one of them. He’d just joined the crowd of onlookers, which had steadily increased in number as the game went on.

“You got this, Hope!” he shouted from beside you.

You looked over at him and he smiled back at you.

“Who do you think will win?” he asked.

“I don’t know. Jia’s got more experience, but Hobi’s fast. My bet’s on Jia.”

“I’ll take that bet,” he said holding out a hand. “One token.”

“Deal,” you agreed and shook his hand. It was the most contact you’d had with Jimin since the beginning of the tour. Had he noticed too?

In the end Hoseok won out by a margin of one percentage point. Jia made a show of begrudgingly handing over her tokens, which Hoseok took with glee. You grabbed Jimin by the wrist and pressed one of your own tokens into his palm.

“Thank you, ma’am,” he said. His smile was so bright that you couldn’t help but laugh. Even though you lost, you were happy that things finally felt normal between the two of you again. Like it had felt before everything had happened. It gave you hope that you could eventually get back to this place with Jungkook, too.

The crowd dispersed a little bit. Jimin went to go play a first-person shooter game with Yoongi. Hoseok and Namjoon were by the liquor table while Hanyuel poured each of them a drink, and Jia had gone off to find Tae, which gave you time to make your way around the room and talk to a few other people you’d gotten to know a bit over the last couple of months. You were on your third drink when you were pulled over to the karaoke booths with Tae, Jia, and Jin.

“I need you to lend me your vocal talents for a duet.”

“’Vocal talents’ is a bit of a reach, Jin,” you replied.

“Whatever you can bring to the table. Doesn’t have to be good. Please?” he said, extending the last word into a whine.

“Jin, I don’t think you know just how terrible of a singer I am,” you said.

“I don’t care! Be the worst singer possible! I just need someone to do a duet with me,” he said, sticking his lower lip out in a pout for extra effect. You were hit with the full force of Jin’s puppy-dog stare, and how could anyone say no to that?

“Suit yourself,” you said with a shrug. You looked around the room to see who was in the vicinity, not wanting to embarrass yourself in front of too many people, but it seemed like everyone else was off in their own world.

Clambering into the booth, you watched as Jin picked out the song he wanted. It was a ballad that you were familiar with. You already knew you wouldn’t be able to hit the high notes.

“Shit, Jin. This is going to be a disaster.” He chuckled in response.

“I think that’s the point.”

The music started. He began his part in a low tenor. As always, he sounded like an angel. He finished out his verse with no issue. Then came your turn. It took you three notes before you were already off-key.

You managed you get back on key before the end of the verse, and Jin had to take deep breaths to regain composure for his next verse since he’d been stifling laughter from the moment you began singing.

“You said you wouldn’t laugh!”

Karma was swift. He messed up his own verse because he couldn’t stop laughing. You figured you might as well just lean into it at that point, so when your next turn came around, you sang even louder, and much worse. Your voice cracked as you belted out a high note that was at least two notes below what it should have been.

Jin joined you, voice jumping up an octave. You both sang as loudly and as terribly as you could for the rest of the song, and when it ended, you were met with boos from the booth next door, where Taehyung and Jia had supposedly been playing (though you were pretty sure you hadn’t heard any singing coming from that booth).

“Thanks for being a good sport,” Jin said.

“Anytime.”

“I’ll save you from having to endure another game with me,” he said. “I think I’m going to get myself a drink.”

You breathed a sigh of relief. You didn’t think you could make it through another song. Your throat was already raw from the first one.

Jin was the first to exit the booth. You made to follow him when you just about ran headfirst into someone’s chest. You looked up to see Yoongi, grinning like the cat that caught the canary.

“Don’t tell me you caught that,” you said, backing into the book and making room for him to enter.

“When did you get so good at singing?” he asked. It took a moment for your brain to register his hand already planted firmly on your hip.

“Don’t,” you said, even though you couldn’t suppress the smile creeping along your face.

“No, really. I’ve never heard anyone sound so incredible,” he continued. “You simply must give me the name of your vocal coach.”

“Stop it,” you whined.

“Think you could give me some pointers?” he asked, placing his other hand over his chest. His tone was laced with false sincerity.

“God damn it, Yoongi,” you said, knowing he was relishing the opportunity to tease you. You crossed your arms in front of you and pouted. “Ha, ha. That’s very funny.”

“Forgive me,” he said, thumb brushing over your hipbone. You couldn’t help the blush that crept up your cheeks.

The intimacy of the moment wasn’t lost on Yoongi. His laughter died down to a smile as he placed the other hand on your opposite side. It was forward, even for Yoongi, but not unwelcome in the least.

Your back hit the wall of the karaoke booth, and you sank into it. Yoongi’s warmth and the dark of the booth giving you the odd feeling of hibernation.

“Hey,” he said, softening.

“Hey.”

You couldn’t help but smile in his presence. In all the chaos, Yoongi had become the only thing keeping you grounded.

In any other instance, this sort of touch would seem dangerous, but this one felt right in a way you couldn’t explain.

“How have you been?” he asked.

“I’ve been okay,” you said. “Better, at least. You?”

He ran his tongue along his teeth. His thumbs tightened their grip on your hips for just a moment.

You read that for what it was.

“Still having issues with the mixtape?” you asked.

He sighed and leaned into you. You stroked his back comfortingly.

“They postponed it again.” Ah. That would explain why he was extra touchy. He probably needed it just as much as you.

“How long?” you asked, stroking his back comfortingly.

“Indefinitely.”

“Fuck, man. I’m so sorry.”

“I don’t know what I was expecting, to be honest,” he said, face still buried in your shoulder. “All the signs pointed to that outcome.”

“I don’t think it’s wrong to have expected them to keep their word.”

“Naïve, then.” He sank more of his weight against you.

“Do you want to go back to the hotel?” you asked. You’d talked to everyone you wanted to talk to. Besides, spending time with Yoongi sounded like less of a drain on your social battery. He nodded into your shoulder.

“Let’s go, then. I’ve had my fill of fun.”

You led him out of the karaoke booth and weaved in and out between the other crewmembers partaking in the various games the arcade had to offer.

Jimin and Tae were in the middle of a racing game. The tip of Jimin’s tongue poked out between his teeth in his concentration. You chuckled. He was cute.

Yoongi now led the way, rushing to the side door. You hurried to keep up with him, but stopped short when you caught sight of the basketball hoops.

Jungkook had his arms wrapped around Yeona, hands covering hers as she held the orange ball between them. He guided her movements, dipping down with a slight bend in the knees, and springing up to release the ball. It soared in the air, bouncing once on the rim of the hoop, and tipped to the side.

Yeona turned toward him, still in between his arms and pouted. He mirrored her pout before his lips pulled up into a bunny smile.

Long fingers wrapped around your wrist. You looked over to their owner. Yoongi stared at you intensely, making sure your focus was on him and not on the scene happening behind you.

He began to pull you once again towards the exit. This time, you kept your eyes on him, refusing to look back, no matter how much you wanted to.

Outside, a black SUV had pulled up to the door. Yoongi opened the door for you and guided you inside. You slid over to make room for him.

“Back to the hotel?” asked the driver. You guessed these were their own personal chauffeurs, rather than the hotel shuttle the rest of the crew used.

“Yes, thank you,” Yoongi said, and slipped a folded bill to the driver.

The SUV pulled away from the city block. Streetlights passed by as you made your way back to the hotel in relative silence.

Images of Jungkook and Yeona staring at each other replayed in your head.

Fuck.

Your nails dug themselves into your palms.

You’d thought it was just a one-night thing. You didn’t think there was anything between the two of them.

A lump rose in your throat.

Yoongi squeezed your hand again. You looked back at him, and he offered up a somber smile.

There was nothing you could do about it now. You resolved to be present with Yoongi, rubbing the back of his hand with your thumb and trying to mirror his sentiment.

The ride to the hotel was quiet, both you and Yoongi content to exist separate, but alongside one another.

When you pulled up to the hotel, Yoongi escorted you by the hand through the lobby, into the elevators, and down the hallway, coming to a stop before the door to his suite.

He took a few minutes to fumble around in his wallet for his keycard. “Which hotel are we at again?” he asked, He flipped through what looked to be all the key cards he had used while on tour.

“You don’t turn them in at checkout?” you asked, scandalized.

“Don’t tell mom,” he said with a cheeky grin. “Ah, it’s this one.”

He pulled out a bright blue and yellow key card and shoved it into the slot on his door before the small lights on the panel lit up green. He just barely cracked the door open before stopping and turning to you.

“Do you want to come in?” he asked.

You recognized the real question hidden beneath his words. It was the first time either of you were openly acknowledging the possibilities that existed just beyond that door. There was no telling what would happen if you spent the night with him. For a brief second, you contemplated cutting the night short and going back to your room.

A knot twisted in your stomach, but you knew your answer.

“Yes,” you said firmly.

He scanned your face, looking for any cracks in your resolve, and when he found none, he nodded.

He just barely got the door open a few more centimeters, however, when the door across the hall opened.

“Oh!” said a soft voice behind you.

Looking over your shoulder, you watched Hoseok’s eyes as they looked from you to Yoongi, and then to your intertwined hands. A parade of emotions flitted over his facial features. Surprise. Confusion. Disappointment.

“Walk away,” Yoongi said before Hoseok had a chance to finish registering.

“Yoongi…,” he said with a note of accusation.

“This doesn’t concern you.” Yoongi’s voice was firm. Determined.

“Don’t do this.” Hoseok’s eyes were pleading. You knew he desperately wanted to finish out the tour without any more drama.

Yoongi turned to you. He brought your joined hands to his lips. “Go wait in the room,” he said softly. “I’ll just be a minute.”

You made no move.

Yoongi sighed again. “Okay fine. Stay here then.”

He turned again to Hoseok. “I know what this looks like. And you’re right. But it’s more complicated than that.”

“What’s complicated about it? You heard what Namjoon said. We all agreed.”

“I know, okay? I’m aware.”

“So then what are you doing?”

“Look. I get that you’re not happy about this, but you need to walk away.”

Hoseok looked taken aback. Yoongi had never outright gone against Namjoon’s wishes. He seemed at a loss for words for a moment, finally sighing and shaking his head. “I can’t lie for you.”

“I’m not asking you to. Just don’t go out of your way to tell anyone what you saw.”

“You know who I’m worried about,” he said.

“If he finds out, I’ll deal with it.”

You could see Hoseok was backed into a corner on this one, and you hated that the two of you were doing that to him, but you shared the same stance as Yoongi on this one.

When the realization that he had no other options fully dawned on Hoseok, he rolled his eyes.

“If he outright asks, I can’t help you.”

“Good enough for me,” Yoongi said with an air of finality, and abruptly grabbed your hand once more, pulling you into the room with him. You had just enough time to register the disappointment that had reappeared on Hoseok’s face. You hoped he could one day forgive you for this.

You hoped you could forgive yourself.

____

Once inside, the energy shifted to something quieter. The air between the two of you grew heavy.

You didn’t realize you were waiting for Yoongi to take the lead until he finally spoke.

“I, uh…, still have that other joint. If you wanted to finish it.”

“Oh! Yeah, actually. That would be great. Thank you.”

Yoongi went to rifle around in his suitcase, ultimately procuring a glasses case. Inside was the joint and a lighter.

It was oddly intimate, seeing where he stored his drugs. Like you were one of the only people he’d ever shared that little bit of information with.

“Shall we?” he asked, gesturing for you to follow him into the bathroom of the suite.

Inside, he turned the shower on its hottest setting, allowing the room to fill up with steam before flicking on the vent fan.

“Where’d you learn this trick?” you asked.

“Back home in Daegu,” he said. “I smoked a lot to deal with the stress of living with my parents. In the winters, it would be too cold to go outside, so sometimes I would smoke in the shower to hide the smell. You?”

“In college,” you said. “My roommate taught me a bunch of ways to cover the smell.”

“What was your go-to?” he asked.

“Fabric softener in a toilet paper roll.”

He chuckled, placing the end of the joint between his lips and lighting it. “Nice,” he said, still holding his breath while the smoke filled his lungs, before finally exhaling a cloud of smoke. It curled into the air before being sucked up by the vent fan along with the rest of the shower steam.

He passed the joint to you. You took a drag, immediately feeling the relaxation set in. It was much-needed.

You weren’t sure why you were going through with this. The logical side of you knew that it was objectively a bad idea, yet you also knew that there was no way in hell you were backing out. You were done suffering. You needed a break, even if it was just for the night. You owed yourself that much, consequences be damned.

“Sorry about Hoseok,” he said.

Whether it was the weed or the situation, you couldn’t help but snort.

“I’m sorry,” you said, recovering. “But could his timing possibly be worse?”

Yoongi shrugged, grinning at you.

You sank down to the bathroom floor, resting your back against the tub. He followed, sitting beside you.

“Tell the truth,” you asked. “Are we in deep shit?”

Yoongi said nothing, but the corners of his mouth pulled down in an exaggerated wince. You took another deep drag, held it in for a few moments, and exhaled, offering the joint to him.

He took one more drag before squeezing the cherry out from the end and placing the half-spent joint on the counter. Then he wrapped his hand around yours. You chanced a glance up at him. He was focused on where his thumb swiped back and forth across yours.

“One, two, three, four,” he muttered. “I declare a thumb war.”

You sprang to action, trying in vain to wrap your thumb around his. You managed to evade him for a few seconds before his long fingers ultimately won out and pinned your thumb down against your intertwined hands.

After savoring his victory, he resumed caressing your hand with his.

“I don’t know what’s going to happen, to be honest,” he said and stood, offering you his other hand. He pulled you to your feet with a surprising amount of strength. “But when it does, we’ll deal with it the best we can.”

He turned the shower off and led you over to the bed, where you sat.

“Need anything to sleep in?” he asked.

“That would be great. Thanks.”

Once again, he rifled around in his luggage, this time producing an oversized cotton shirt and a pair of gray sweats.

For a moment, you considered going to the bathroom to change. Were you ready for him to see you? He already had done so once, back in LA after your drunken rendezvous, but this felt different. This meant something.

You looked over to Yoongi, who had pulled out another soft cotton shirt. Without glancing at you, he stripped off the one he was wearing.

You’d seen him shirtless, but you were drunk for that and couldn’t remember too much.

He was pale. Slender.

His abdomen sloped down from soft ribs to the slightest bit of pudge right below his navel. A very faint scar ran across his right side, right next to his hip bone.

That was as much studying of his body as you could do before bare skin was replaced with black cotton.

His hands dropped to his belt. Long fingers slipped the leather out of the buckle with ease before working the button on his jeans. He slid his pants down his thighs to reveal generic plaid boxers. He placed the discarded clothes in a pile next to his suitcase and looked at you.

“Okay if I sleep in my boxers?”

“Yeah,” you croaked past a mouth that was suddenly drier than before. “That’s fine.”

He nodded. You waited a beat.

He continued to observe you, patient. It was your turn. Taking a breath to steady yourself, you unbuttoned your jeans and pushed them off your hips. You could hear Yoongi inhale sharply through his nose, but you didn’t dare look at him. You didn’t have to—you could feel his gaze boring into your skin.

You didn’t give him too much time before you replaced your jeans with the sweatpants he’d lent you, though you also didn’t hesitate before pulling your top over your head. After a moment’s pause, you decided to remove your bra.

His adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, but that was the only break in his poker façade. You gave him a moment to take in the sight of you, as he had done, before slipping the white cotton shirt over your head and finally meeting his gaze.

He looked at you calmly, but with intention. Like he wanted you to know he was looking at you on purpose.

He gestured for you to get in the bed, which you did while he fetched two large glasses of water.

“Room service?” he asked.

You smiled. “I’m not hungry, but I could go for a cup of chamomile.”

“Coming right up.”

His suite was equipped with an electric kettle and an assortment of teas. As Yoongi busied himself filling it and heating up the water, you took the opportunity to snuggle into his king-sized bed.

Pressing your toes into the sheets, the soft pillow-topped mattress sank down beneath you. The sheets were cool to the touch; the down comforter on top of you warm and heavy.

The bedding smelled like expensive detergent—the kind that barely smelled like anything. You caught a whiff of lavender and sandalwood. Searching for the source, you found a large white candle on the desk across from the bed.

“Did you bring a candle with you?” you asked.

“Came in a gift basket sent by the hotel,” he said, not looking up from where he was preparing the tea bag.

Funny, you had always assumed hotels didn’t allow candles, but you supposed the rules were different for celebrities.

“Can I light it?” you asked.

He shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

You hopped out of bed and grabbed the lighter off the bathroom counter. Candles were a comfort you didn’t realized you’d missed so much while on the road.

It wasn’t three minutes before the room had been enveloped in the soothing aroma. Yoongi inhaled deeply as he brought two mugs of tea over to the bed.

“I’ve never been much of a lavender guy, but this one isn’t half bad.”

“Really?” you asked, taking a steaming mug from his outstretched hand and sitting up cross-legged in the bed.

“You seem surprised,” he said, sipping his own mug.

“I don’t know,” you said. “I never pictured you being so particular.”

“I’ve just always preferred woody and musky over floral.”

“Ah,” you said, scooting over to make room for him. He sat facing you, cross-legged on the bed. His hair was slightly mussed from when he changed earlier and you couldn’t think of a time when he looked more real to you.

“So do you want to talk about it?” you asked. “The label?”

“Not really,” he said in between sips of tea. “I’ve had to process enough disappointment this tour. I think I’m going to find some joy first.”

“That sounds like much better idea.”

He smiled sideways and lifted his mug up in salute. You followed.

“Joy’s been hard to come by these days,” you said.

He sighed. “It’s hard when your version of joy doesn’t match up with the things that are supposed to be fun.” He used air quotes around ‘supposed to.’

“What do you mean?”

“The arcade. I know it’s Hanyuel’s way of helping everyone blow off steam and have fun. And it’s not that it’s not fun. But it’s just…,”

“...not the kind of fun you need?” you asked.

He nodded.

“What kind of fun do you need?” you asked.

He glanced over at you, deadpanning.

A bundle of nerves tugged at your stomach.

Oh. Right.

“How’re we doing on time?” he asked.

You looked back at the clock behind him. It was nearing midnight.

“I’d say we have probably an hour before he finds out. Two if we’re lucky.”

“Better make it count, then.”

It was your turn to raise your mug in salute. You drained the remainder of your tea and handed him the mug to set beside him on the end table, along with his own.

Then he stretched out on the bed and wiggled a bit until he felt comfortable. “Come here.”

You wasted no time in snuggling into his side. With your head on his chest, you could hear his heartbeat racing. He was nervous too. The fact gave you some sense of comfort.

“It okay if we just stay like this for a while?” you asked.

“Sounds perfect to me,” he said, stroking your hair with his palm. “We don’t have to do anything, you know.”

“I know,” you said, lacing your fingers through his. “Thank you.”

He nuzzled his nose into your hair, punctuating the action with a kiss on your head. You snuggled lower into the bed, pulling the covers up to your shoulder, heart fluttering in temporary safety. “Can we listen to something?” you asked.

“Like what? Music? Podcast?”

You shrugged. “Anything is fine.”

He took out his phone and connected it to a Bluetooth speaker on his nightstand. “Ambient jazz okay?”

“Perfect.”

The first few notes of a soft piano melody played through the speakers, slow and romantic. The kind you could see yourself swaying back and forth to with a lover. A kind of dance that was entirely foreign to you. You’d taken lessons on every single style of dance you could find. Perfected choreography with the technical skills of a master. And yet you’d never done the simplest of dances. The kind that erupts spontaneously between two people who simply want to connect.

You could see it happening with Yoongi. It would be so easy with him. Almost effortless.

You wished the timing had been better. That you’d connected with Yoongi first before everything with Jungkook had happened. That you didn’t have a mess of emotion to clean up before you could even consider being with anyone, let alone your best friend.

At least you had tonight. In his room, burrowed under his sheets, with his arm around you, you could forget about all of that, at least for the moment. And you were determined to make the most of it.

“Yoongi?” you asked.

“Mmm—yeah?” he mumbled, voice thick with near sleep.

You didn’t know what you wanted to say. ‘I love you?’ ‘Kiss me?’ ‘Stay here forever?’

“Thanks.”

“Anytime.”

_________

People often told Hoseok that he worried too much. That he needs to assume that things will be okay, but the truth is that Hoseok could smell out trouble long before anyone else. He clenched his fists as he paced back and forth at the hotel bar, trying to figure out if he should warn Namjoon about what was likely to happen.

What would Namjoon even be able to do? Make sure Jungkook stays clear in case they come out of the room? Keep him out so that he wouldn’t have to hear anything through the hotel’s thin walls?

He scrubbed a palm over his hand for the millionth time and ordered himself a drink.

He told Yoongi he would stay out of it. And stay out of it he will. And when shit inevitably hits the fan, he is going to keep his head down and mind his business until this unlucky tour is over and he can finally catch a break.

_________

You must have drifted off, because when you next opened your eyes, the room was dark. The light was off, and Yoongi had blown out the candle on the nightstand. The music continued to play softly through the speaker as you scanned the room for what had woken you up.

Slowly, your consciousness drifted downwards, to the thigh resting between your knees.

You inhaled deeply and squeezed your eyes shut. It was mere inches from you. God, it was like the universe was taunting you. Doing everything it could do to get you to crack under the pressure.

You shifted slightly, trying to ease some of the discomfort that was only growing more pronounced by the second. It did nothing to quell the ache.

Could you roll over without waking Yoongi? Move to the other side of the bed? Even go to the bathroom to relieve yourself? Hell, if the coast was clear, you could even go to your room without anyone noticing.

You shifted again, body begging for you to do something. His thigh was right there, tucked neatly in between yours.

Was Yoongi awake? You glanced over at the clock on the nightstand. It had been an hour and a half since you’d gone to bed. He must be asleep, right? He wouldn’t have stayed up that late. You wanted to check, but you didn’t want to disturb him.

You shifted once more, trying in vain to ease the tension that had begun to take over your whole form.

Alas.

That must have been one too many times, because without warning, Yoongi tightened his hold on you. You froze in place, breathing as quietly and gently as possible.

Slowly, without moving anything else, Yoongi hiked his leg up so that his thigh rested firmly against you.

You couldn’t stop the breath that hitched in your throat.

It was as if you were frozen in time.

“Move,” he whispered.

“Okay.”

You fisted your hand into the neck of his shirt and rocked into him. And the part of you that had been drowning for months finally surfaced for air.

You rolled your hips again and a whimper fell from you lips. Fuck, it was needed. After weeks of denying yourself, you could almost cry out in gratitude.

Yoongi’s hand wrapped firmly around your thigh and hoisted it up over his hips. You could feel him already hard beneath you and wondered how long he’d been awake. Had he woken up when you did? Was he wrestling with the same indecisiveness about what needed to happen between the two of you?

But then he climbed on top of you, and you had a hard time remembering what you’d even been thinking about because his hands had braced themselves on either side of your arms and his face hovered over yours, his breaths labored. Fuck. Shit.

“This okay?” he whispered, lips just barely brushing against yours, and you skin vibrated where he touched it.

Ah.

“Yeah,” you breathed, struggling to stay aware of your surroundings, because his hips had now taken the place of his thigh and they were grinding into you.

Yoongi wrapped one of his perfect hands around the back of your neck and slid his thumb along the column of your throat, up towards your jaw and over to your mouth.

“I remember this,” you muttered against it as he traced over your lips.

“Is that so?” he asked, stretching your bottom lip towards your chin, taking in its softness. “You gave me hell that day,” he said, hooking his thumb around your bottom row of teeth and using force to open your mouth even wider, just as he had done back in LA the first time you’d smoked together.

“I give you hell every day,” you countered.

He rocked into you, causing you to jolt upwards at the contact. You were extra sensitive. “One of my favorite things about you.”

You arched back, exposing more of your throat to him, which he gladly attached his lips to. Pulling you closer with one arm, he grabbed your hand with the other and pinned it above your head before caressing you from wrist to waist. Once he got to the hem of your (his) shirt, he wasn’t shy about slipping his hand underneath and cupping your breast.

He immediately realized that this level of contact wasn’t quite enough for him, and before you had time to process what was happening, he had slipped the shirt entirely off your body, lips coming to close around a nipple.

“Aren’t we eager?” you teased.

“It has been two years since I’ve had a titty in my mouth,” he murmured, not bothering to remove his lips from you as he said it. You grinned at his cheekiness and cradled his head in your hands, taking in how the strands of his hair slipped easily past your fingers. You’d have to ask him later what conditioner he used.

Sighs escaped from your throat almost without your notice. Saliva pooled in your mouth and you had to swallow thickly to accommodate the excess. Yoongi’s tongue circled your nipple, gently sucking and causing it to pebble between his lips.

Once he was satisfied with the first, he moved over to the second, giving it equal attention. With one final long suck, he backed off your breasts, admiring his work for a moment before taking one in each hand and pushing them together, at which you had to laugh.

“Can I help you?” you asked.

“Oh, you already are,” he said before planting his face in the cleavage he had made.

Yoongi was, by all rights, a kid in a candy store.

“You have the best boobs, you know that?” he said, voice muffled on either side by your breasts.

“Can we continue, or are you just going to play with my boobs all day?” you asked.

He finally looked up and caught your eye. “It’s tempting,” he said, before reattaching his lips to your neck and nipping at the skin.

At the same time, he hooked your thigh over his hip and rocked into you once again, and immediately, you were back under his spell, marveled at how Yoongi could oscillate back and forth between two seemingly polar opposites. He was sexually assertive while still retaining a playful innocence you would find refreshing, if it weren’t for the fact that he kept getting distracted. Then again, perhaps you were too goal-oriented, and could stand to have some fun exploring his body as well.

“Yoongi,” you whispered.

“Mmm?”

“Take this off,” you said, tugging at the hem of his shirt. He removed it swiftly, the warmth of his chest now pressing against yours.

_________

Jungkook downed yet another shot of vodka.

“Do you want to go back to your room?” Yeona asked.

“No,” he scowled, not looking at her.

“Can you please not be like this?” she pleaded. “I just want to have a good time.”

He shrugged. “Go find someone else, then.”

He fully knew he was being an ass and she didn’t deserve it, but he wasn’t in the mood to be courteous.

She sighed and stomped off. He’d have to apologize to her later, but he couldn’t think about that now.

Yeona, as nice as she was, was no longer serving her purpose of helping him forget about you. And how could she, really? It was impossible. You were everywhere. Everything reminded him of you.

From the moment you began working at the company, you drove him crazy. Everything about you captured his attention. But you’d always been so by-the-book. Your commitment to professional boundaries rivaled even Namjoon’s. There was no way in hell he even stood a chance.

No way in hell, until that day in rehearsal, when you crashed into his world in a very real way and shook him to his core. From that moment on, all he could think about was you.

He could hear any song and think of how your hips swayed when you danced. Someone would tell him a joke or a funny story, and all he could do was think about the way you’d laugh if you were there to hear it. At night, whether it’s his hand or Yeona’s lips wrapped around himself, all he could see was your cheeks hollowed out as you sucked him.

So when he caught sight of Yoongi’s hand clasped over your wrist, pulling you out the door, it struck him like a hammer to the chest.

That had been over an hour ago. Neither of you had come back.

He poured himself another a shot. _______

“How’s that?”

“Shhh, it’s fine. Just don’t stop.”

Yoongi’s face was buried between your thighs, lapping at you like a man dying of thirst and you were a desert oasis. He had his first two fingers inside of you, sliding over your g-spot while his tongue performed unholy acts on your clit.

“Faster,” you pleaded. Without hesitation, he picked up his pace. You were already hurling towards climax, but you had no intention of holding back, and neither did Yoongi.

You dug your fingers into his scalp and pulled him closer.

_________

Namjoon had seen Jungkook drunk before, but something was off with him this time. On the surface, he looked like he was having fun, but there was an undercurrent of intensity that spelled trouble.

After leading the group for so long, identifying signs that something was off had become second nature to Namjoon.

Jungkook had been acting weird the entire tour, so he knew something was up. He suspected it had something to do with you, but he wasn’t sure of all the details.

“Taehyung!” he called over when the younger man flitted across his periphery.

“What’s up?”

“Do you know what’s been going on with Jungkook?” he asked.

Taehyung sighed.

“I don’t know, man. Something’s up with him. I thought he was fine last week, but I’m not so sure.”

“Keep an eye on him for me tonight, would you? Make sure he doesn’t get into trouble. He’s been hitting the liquor pretty heavily.”

“Sure thing, boss.”

Somehow Taehyung’s reassurance didn’t ease the sinking feeling in Namjoon’s gut.

_______

“Fuck, just like that,” Yoongi growled out.

He was on his back as you knelt between his legs and massaged his balls. Saliva trickled down your chin, but you kept a steady rhythm while you sucked. Every once in a while, he’d jolt forward and slam into the back of your throat, causing you to cough and sputter, but he was gaining more and more control over his movements, while you gradually relaxed into it, finally able to find a rhythm that worked.

His hands moved on their own accord, raking themselves through your hair, grabbing fistfuls and pulling you towards him, before moving down to caress your face or massage your shoulders.

His breathing sped up, chest rising and falling beautifully, eyes screwed tightly shut in concentration. You watched while his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down whenever he swallowed.

“Fuck, I’m not gonna last,” he hissed through gritted teeth. “Please?”

Hearing him beg did something to you. You doubled down on your movements, letting him hit the back of your throat over and over.

“GOD! Fuck! Damn it!”

His hips began to thrust into you. You tried your best to accommodate the movement, knowing he wouldn’t last much longer.

“Shit, baby, please?”

The pet name caused your lower abdomen to tense up with want. You never thought he’d call you ‘baby’ but hearing it gave you such immense satisfaction. At that moment, your singular purpose was to give him the best blowjob of his life. He fucking deserved it.

You relaxed your throat even more, allowing him to go as deep as he wanted. Tears streamed down your face and you had no room to even breathe, but you held out.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he grunted.

He’d barely gotten the words out when his hands gripped either side of your head, his hips sputtered, and ropes of hot cum shot down your throat. You stayed and dutifully swallowed it all before finally coming up for air.

He immediately pulled you down on the bed with him and began peppering kisses all along your neck.

“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you,” he said in between kisses to your sweat-logged skin. You barely even heard, still trying in vain to catch your breath.

He buried his forehead into your shoulder and caressed you as your breathing returned to normal.

“I have never appreciated anyone in my life more than I appreciate you right now, at this moment,” he mumbled into your collarbone, punctuating it with a kiss. And you knew that was an exaggeration, but you also believed he meant it more than he didn’t.

“Yoongi?” you breathed.

“Yeah?”

“Kiss my neck.”

You knew you could stop now, but there was so much more of him you wanted, no needed, to experience.

Yoongi complied eagerly, nipping at the soft skin as you arched your back and revelled in the sensation. There were no thoughts. Nothing existed outside this room. There was only Yoongi, consuming you with a fiery passion. You wished the night would never end. Morning would never come and you could stay there with him forever. Nothing would make you happier.

________

“Where the fuck is she?!” Jungkook shouted as he punched the target. It swung upwards, locking into place at the top of its swing while the machine calculated his points. He received the highest score of anyone so far that night.

“Easy, man. Relax. She’s probably back at the hotel. You know she doesn’t do large crowds unless she’s dancing.”

Taehyung patted his friend’s shoulder, trying to soothe him the best he could. He’d been trying to do that all night, but it was no use. Jungkook was spiraling out of control. Taehyung knew he had to get him back to his room fast, but he didn’t want to risk crossing paths with you or Yoongi and setting him off even worse.

“Come on. Why don’t we go back to the hotel and order some food?”

“I’m not hungry,” Jungkook insisted, but followed out the door anyway.

As he loaded Jungkook into the cab, he pulled out his phone to text Namjoon.

[Taehyung 2:13 AM: You'd better come back to the hotel. I think we're in for a rough night.]

_______

“Condoms?” you panted. Yoongi looked up from where he’d been nuzzling below your jaw. “If you can go again, that is.”

“Yeah,” he breathed, hopping off the bed. He rummaged around in his suitcase and produced a small convenience store bag with a brand new box of condoms. He paused to deliberate for a second and then reached back in to grab a small bottle of lube. You couldn’t help but smile.

“When did you buy this?” you asked.

“Honest answer?” he said. You nodded.

“The day we left LA. I paid a staff member to go out and grab some for me.”

“I never would have guessed. You practically ignored me after that day.”

He smiled, climbing back onto the bed. “Had to make you work for it. You were too entitled.”

“Min Yoongi!” you scolded, shocked.

“Don’t give me that,” he said, hand coming to rest on your pubic bone while his thumb glided between your folds. You arched into his touch. “You know all too well you were totally spoiled with attention by the time you made your way to me. That’s why you were so shocked when I denied you.”

Something about what he said stuck with you. He was right, and it was a truth that had been too painful to confront until now.

“Hey,” he said softly. “Don’t let it get to you, okay? You made mistakes, but you’ve also learned from them. That says a lot more about you than you realize.”

You looked back up at him and you could tell he meant it.

“Plus, you’re already serving your sentence. Don’t punish yourself more than you need to, okay?”

You exhaled through your nose, determined. “Okay.”

“Okay.” He took a condom out from the box. “Help me with this?”

______

Yoongi groaned as he pushed into you. Fuck, he needed this. Holy shit, did he need this.

A small part of him felt a little guilty. He knew he was betraying Namjoon’s trust. And if he were honest with himself, that devastated him. But he also knew that there was no way around this.

Fingernails dug into his hips. You let out a shy gasp as he pushed into you again.

He wanted to be the obedient one. The team player. Like Hoseok. Or Seokjin. Or Namjoon. And ninety-nine percent of the time, he was. But every once in a while, he needed some grace.

It was exhausting, having to look out for so many people’s interests. There were people whose livelihoods depended on him behaving in a way becoming of a public figure. Yours, even.

It’s not that he minded all the time. He enjoyed his role. But he had needs.

Sexual needs, sure. But he could take care of those on his own. He needed connection.

What he really wanted was to connect with his fans through music. He knew there were people who would hear his tracks and understand him. He needed to be known, and that was hard to come by these days.

But then he hung out with you, and for once, he felt understood. There was something—a vibe you shared when it was just the two of you—that took a little bit of the sting away. And there in that bedroom, with you panting beneath him? It had been a long time since he’d felt so connected to anyone.

You let a breathy moan slip past your lips, and for all the work he’s done on his vocals, he knew he’d never produce a sound quite as intoxicating.

He bent over you, resting his weight on his forearms while he cradled the back of your neck between his hands, your skin slick with sweat. You had your entire body wrapped around him, nails digging into his shoulders and legs crossed over his hips.

In Yoongi’s opinion, you had never looked more beautiful. Or vulnerable. Seeing you look up at him through half-lidded eyes, already fucked out but so eager for more affected him more than he cared to let on.

Up until recently, he never paid you much thought. Of course, he’d found you attractive, but he never would have guessed you’d have anything in common. You always seemed so focused on dancing—a part of the job he loathed—that he never even bothered to start a conversation with you. He came into contact with so many attractive people that they all seemed to blend together.

That was, until he watched you slam back two shots of bottom-shelf whiskey, one right after the other. And then suddenly, you went from being a background character to a Real Person.

That night, you’d appeared in his fantasies as he was getting himself off. And many nights since. He thought about how you’d feel sheathed around him. How you would taste. What your moans would sound like. How your nipples would feel in his mouth. He thought about your body as if it were his own personal playground, and everything he wanted to do to it.

But as great as his fantasies were, they were nothing compared to you now.

You whined again as he pushed further into you, pussy sucking him in, swallowing him whole. You looked so innocent beneath him. Soft and supple and absolutely breathtaking. He couldn’t help himself from wrapping a hand around your throat. As soon as he did, you moaned and your eyes rolled back into your head.

“You like that?” he breathed, hoping he sounded sexy, but it was an honest question. Did you want him to choke you?

“Yes,” you moaned again, nodding enthusiastically.

He began slow, still sliding in and out of you ever so gently, making sure his grip on your throat wasn’t too tight. Your breath hitched as he moved. God, he fucking needed you. Needed to draw every gasp and moan out of you that he could. Needed to scratch and bite and absolutely ruin you.

“Yoongi?” Your voice came out high and needy and it just about broke him.

“Yeah baby?”

God, he’d never get over the way you sigh his name.

“I need more.”

Anything for you.

He sped up his movements, gripping your throat tighter as he went. Fuck, you were going to be the death of him.

_________

“She’s a liar!” Jungkook half-sobbed into Taehyung’s shoulder while the older man soothed him. They were back in Taehyung’s room, empty bowls of spicy noodles long forgotten. “She lied about everything! About wanting to focus on her career and not get distracted. About nothing going on between her and Yoongi. And then she goes off with him!”

He put extra emphasis on ‘him,’ as if he’d been using a slur.

“Jungkook, man, you’ve got to calm down, okay? You’re assuming a lot of things right now. We don’t know anything for sure until we’ve talked to them. So why don’t you get some rest and we’ll figure it out in the morning?”

“How can I sleep when all I can think about is what they’re doing?”

“Come on, man,” Taehyung pleaded. “Please, just stop thinking about it and go to bed. I am begging you. Nothing good is going to come out of staying angry all night. We have a performance tomorrow.”

Jungkook inhaled and exhaled through his nose for a few minutes before finally sighing and dropping his shoulders.

“You’re right,” he said at last. “I think I’m gonna go to my room.”

“I’ll walk you there.”

“No, it’s okay. I’ll be fine,” Jungkook reassured him.

“Promise? You’ll text if you need anything?”

“Promise.”

Jungkook sighed and left Taehyung’s room, fully intending to sleep as long as he possibly could. He was coming down off the liquor now and knew he was going to be in for a massive hangover tomorrow, as well as a lecture from Namjoon about binge drinking. But he could at least get some rest before he had to face the next day.

He slumped forward, trudging the short distance between Taehyung’s room and his when he heard it and his heart stopped.

He’d recognize that moan anywhere. He paused, listening for it again, this time pressing his ear to the door to see if he may have been imagining things.

Though it was muffled, it was unmistakably yours. He’d heard it on more than one occasion. He could practically see you under him, making those exact sounds. Those were your ‘fuck me harder’ moans.

He double-checked the room number to confirm. Yoongi’s room.

All the rage he’d worked so hard to suppress over the last hour flared up in seconds. You were unbelievable. After all that talk about wanting to focus on your career? Kicking him out after he fucking poured his heart out to you? This was a whole new level of betrayal.

Jungkook snapped.

“Yoongi! Open this fucking door right now!” he shouted, fist pounding as hard as it could against the solid wood. “Yoongi! I know you’re in there! At least look me in the face like a man while you stab me in the back!”

His fists never let up. Within seconds, several doors flew open. Hoseok’s was the first. He tried to pry Jungkook away, but the younger man easily overpowered him.

“Namjoon!” he called.

Almost instantly Namjoon was there, along with Taehyung and Jin. Together, the four of them were able to pull him away from the door.

“You fucking coward! You liar!” he shouted, this time half-sobbing.

“Get him to my room,” Namjoon directed the other members. “I’ll calm him down.”

"She's a liar," he sobbed once again. It came out quieter and more defeated. "She lied."

"I know, buddy. I know," Namjoon soothed as he dragged his friend towards his room.

Jungkook's sobs continued to echo down the hallway as he was dragged off. ________

“Yoongi! Open this fucking door right now!”

“Shit!” you whispered. The loud rapping on the door from Jungkook’s fists caused you to bolt upright, almost knocking face-first into Yoongi.

“I think he found out,” Yoongi said grimly, still holding on tight to you.

You trembled. You could hear the anguish in Jungkook’s voice. He sounded drunk. It was almost too much for you.

“Hey,” Yoongi said, pulling your chin towards him. “Eyes on me, okay? Stay with me.”

You nodded, trying to tune out the yelling coming from the other side of the door, but it was practically impossible.

“You fucking coward! You liar!” you heard Jungkook’s muffled shouts and it took everything in you to ignore him. You could tell he was talking to you directly and your heart shattered in real time.

“There’s nothing we can do about it now, okay? We will deal with it tomorrow. Tonight is for us, remember?”

You nodded, but couldn’t help the tears welling up behind your eyes.

“Shhh,” he soothed. “Stay with me, babygirl. I’ve got you.”

You paused your movements, Yoongi slowed his rhythm inside of you.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you said, kissing the palm of his hand that rested on your cheek.

“Want me to keep going?”

“Yeah.”

He picked up his pace once again. You fought to stay in the moment and not let what was going on outside distract you.

“Yoongi?” you asked.

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me?”

This was the most vulnerable you’d been since that night back in LA with Jungkook, when you asked him to kiss you. And for half a second, you worried Yoongi would deny you the way Jungkook had.

But half a second was all Yoongi needed before he captured your lips in his.

You briefly registered the sounds of Jungkook being led to another room by what sounded like Namjoon, but after that, all you could focus on was the way Yoongi glided his tongue along your bottom lip, and you melted into it.

Yoongi was right. There wasn’t anything you could do about it now. Tonight was for you, and you were going to make it count. You did your best to stuff Jungkook to the back of your mind and concentrate solely on what was taking place right now.

It suddenly registered that this was the first time you and Yoongi had kissed. For all the teasing and touching you’d done, you’d somehow glossed over this bit of intimacy entirely.

You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck to deepen the kiss. He tasted like whiskey and cigarettes. Harsher than you were used to, but not in a way you minded. His mouth moved in tandem with yours and you were content to let him take the lead, because you wanted nothing more than to drown in him.

He nipped at your bottom lip and you opened for him, granting his tongue entrance. He licked along the roof of your mouth, meeting your tongue with his.

At the same time, his thumb traveled down to draw circles over your clit. He continued to thrust into you, and between his hands, his cock, and his mouth, you were in full sensory heaven, unable to form a single thought.

He sucked your bottom lip into his mouth, scraping over it with his teeth before capturing your lips in another wet, open-mouthed kiss, and you were very quickly overcome with such gratitude for his presence in your life. What you did to deserve him right now, you had absolutely no idea, but you wanted to do everything you possibly could to cherish him in that moment.

The kiss became less coordinated as his movements sped up, sometimes consisting of your lips connecting for a period of time while you both focused on the sensations happening elsewhere, and sometimes devolving into the two of you licking and sucking and biting any flesh you came into contact with.

Your hands roamed all over his body, searching for anything you could grab hold of. His speed continued to gain momentum, and you couldn’t help but scrape your nails down his back as he fucked himself into you. He moaned into your mouth, voice rough and gravelly and hollow.

His hands came to rest once again on your neck, using it as leverage to pull himself in deeper. He pulled back from the kiss to look at you, his eyes dark, wild, and half-focused on something you suspected wasn't even in the room. His hands pulsed around your throat, wanting to squeeze tighter, but not wanting to hurt you, while his movements grew sloppy.

Yoongi was fighting to stay in control, afraid of what he might do if he gave in to his most primal urges. You didn't want him to hold back. You wanted to see him at his most stripped down and vulnerable. You covered his hands with yours and squeezed them tighter around you.

He furrowed his brow in question, unable to form coherent thoughts but needing to make sure it was okay. You nodded, squeezing your hands even tighter over his.

It did not take him long to catch on. His movements sped up and his grip around your throat tightened. He gritted his teeth, pouring all his anger and bitterness into fucking you. You inclined your head to give him more room and smiled to yourself, relishing in the Min Yoongi you were receiving. This was Min Yoongi in his rawest form. Furious. Rough. Unrestrained. Empowered. He shared with you the very core of his being and you bathed yourself in it, needing it to consume you.

He fucked into you with all the speed and power he could muster, slamming over and over again with uncontained rage at everything he’d been forced to put up with for nearly a decade. All the broken promises and forced isolation. All the hours spent in meetings and learning dances and doing everything but what he truly wanted to do.

And in turn, you gave him everything, etching all your disappointment and frustration and regret into his back with your fingernails. Each mark you left was a story of a time you’d been failed by the people who were supposed to show up for you. Times you’d failed to show up for yourself. Times you’d failed to show up for the people you loved. You carved them into his skin with as much force as you could muster, sure you’d made him bleed.

“Why?” he growled through gritted teeth. It was low, barely audible, and you didn’t know the answer, but you nodded. You wanted to answer him. Tell him you didn’t know why either of you were going through what you were going through, but you could barely get anything past the vice-like grip he had on your throat.

“Why?” he asked again, this time voice a little more shaky, laced with pent-up frustration and tinged with sadness.

You stared into his eyes, at that point they were far past feral. Almost unhinged. You shook your head. You didn’t know why, but you knew how it made him feel. And that was enough.

Yoongi came with a strangled sob. As soon as he let go of your throat, the increase in oxygen and blood flow sent you directly into your climax. You rode out the rest of your high together, movements slowing as you came down.

Yoongi was shaking. At first you thought it was overstimulation until you heard the soft sobs coming from him. You wrapped him up in your arms as he collapsed onto you, sobbing into your shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m so sorry.”

“Shhh,” you soothed. “Don’t be.”

“I don’t know why this is happening,” he whispered into you. “I’ve never done this before.”

“Probably just a big release of emotion. It’s happened to me before. Don’t stress about it.”

“It’s fucking embarrassing,” he said, though the tears didn’t slow at all.

“Let it out,” you said, stroking his back. “You probably need it.”

It was at that moment you felt your own emotions start to well up. What was going to happen to you after tonight? Would you still have a job to go to in the morning? If word had gotten back to the label, you might have a letter of termination in your inbox at that very moment.

You allowed yourself to feel it. Yoongi was the only safe space you had at the moment, and he wasn’t in any position to judge you for your emotions.

You and Yoongi held each other while you cried, each feeling separate emotions, but side-by-side. And when the crying stopped, you went to the bathroom and finished the rest of the joint. By that time, the crying had worn off, and you were left with a strange happy relaxation at having finally released everything that had been building up. Periodically, one of you would burst out into giggles over the course of events that had taken place that night, causing the other to erupt into laughter as well.

“I don’t know, man. That’s never happened to me before.” Yoongi kept repeating.

“It’s only happened to me once. I looked it up afterwards and apparently emotional flooding is normal after sex. Elevated hormones or something like that.”

“If you say so. Didn’t feel very normal to me. Felt good though.”

“Yeah, well guys aren’t as used to expressing emotions as we are.”

“Fair enough,” he said. “Usually, I express mine through music.”

“Hard to do when music’s the thing you’re disappointed about.”

“Don’t remind me,” he said. “Hey, by the way. Um, that? Was fucking incredible. No wonder everyone was fighting over you.”

“Stop,” you groaned, waving your hand in protest. “I don’t want to think about that.” He laughed and caught your hand in his.

“Okay. We won’t talk about anyone else. But can we talk about the fact that my shirt is now stained with blood because of your damn nails?”

“Um, what about the bruises on my neck? Those can’t be covered up so easily.”

“You didn’t seem to mind at the time,” he said, voice velvety smooth.

“Still don’t.”

“Is that so?” he asked, wrapping his arm around you and plucking the joint from your hand. “Seriously though,” he paused to take a drag. “That was incredible. Thank you.”

The tenderness in his voice caught you by surprise, but it was welcome. He looked you over once before taking another drag and bringing his lips to yours. He nipped on your bottom lip as a sign to open your mouth, and when you did, he exhaled the smoke, allowing you to inhale the drag he’d taken, before he continued kissing you. It was a surprisingly intimate act.

You finally broke apart to exhale, barely any smoke coming out, most of the drag having been spent between the two of you.

“Thank you,” you countered, eyes still closed, savoring the leftover taste of his lips. You couldn’t help but smile stupidly. “That was something else. I’m going to be fantasizing about that for months.”

“Doesn’t have to be a fantasy,” he said.

You laughed. “I doubt we’ll have that much pent-up anger to get out for a while.”

“What do you mean? There are tons of things to get angry about. Like how nosy Hoseok is.”

“Or how I might not have a job after today.”

The energy died a bit with that comment.

“You’re really stressed about that, huh?” he asked, rubbing your shoulder with his thumb and offering you the last hit of the joint before it was totally spent. You took it with gratitude.

“I don’t see how I’m keeping my job after this. Not after the spectacle Jungkook made.”

“You know whatever happens, I’m here for you, right? We’ll get through this together.”

“I know,” you said, standing and stretching. It was nearing sunrise by that point. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, Yoongi.”

You crawled back into bed, kissing lazily until neither one of you could keep your eyes open. You fell asleep listening to his heartbeat, chest rising and falling under you as he stroked your hair, and you wondered if this was the last moment of peace you’d see for a long time. You hoped it’d be worth it.

[aikoiya]

LoZ: LU - Alcohol Appreciators

A post had me thinking: What sorts of alcoholic beverages would the various Links enjoy?

Of course, the one who posted it is evidently a bitch who can't handle the fact that I have a more than basic sense of style or that I have differing opinions than them & decided to go looking through my blog & pick out random bits & pieces of comments then construed them into meaning something that they don't (specifically that I'm a bigot, evidently), so here I am, making a post of my own. Seriously, ya'll. Don't be that asshole. You don't like something about me, then just block me. No need to be a dick about it.

Anyway:

Sky = ???

Four = Cocktails.

Rhythm = ???

Time = Bourbon & especially Chateau Romani (which I think is a milk & bourbon cocktail). (I hc that he came home & spent a long-ass time trying to figure out how to make it because it was really good. It'd also be cool if this was how him & Malon first started to really get to know each other. After they succeeded, it became a local favorite in pubs.)

Legend = Spirytus. (Part of me wanted to say Pink Nipples as a joke, but nah. Dude's been in 4 games. All of which took place in a post-apocolyptic Hyrule where Ganon won against Time & on top of that, he lost his literal dream girl. Also probably one of the most well-traveled of the Links. Respect, man. Guy probably needs this as much as Time likely does.)

Hyrule = Fae Wine. (Evidently, if a human drinks this, they'll be able to see the fae. However, if a fae then drinks from the same goblet, that human will see fae forever. So, I kinda wanna see that happen in a fic or something.)

Twilight = Moonshine or whiskey.

Quatro (FSA) = Cocktails.

Wind = Grog or rum.

Spirit = Gin. (He totally has one of those little gin bottles tucked away in his conducter's coat.)

Warriors = Mead.

Wild & Age = Cooking wines. (It's the most readily available spirit for him, being a cook. Also, he's a doof & a Cauldron Goblin.)

If anyone has ideas for Sky & Rhythm's fave imbibements, feel free to put them & your reasoning in the comments or reblogs.

LoZ Linked Universe Masterlist

[korrasamibottles]

Long tag game!! Thanks @nova-leaf @lilrobinbird for tagging me💖

How many tumblr accounts have you had before this one?

Just one! I made it in 2012 to look at Walking Dead and Supernatural gifs and eventually it just turned into a personal blog. I met two of my best friends there!! Unfortunately I'm locked out of it for now because I decided to be a responsible internet enjoyer and changed all my passwords and I uhh. I can't remember what I changed it to. And the email I used to sign up 12 years ago is long dead. So that blog might be gone forever. Life is a highway I'm gonna ride it all night long etc. etc.

How long have you been in fandom?

I had really intense Supernatural and MCU phases back in the day, and binged TLOK and ATLA in 2015 after the Korra finale (I watched Korra first and then atla, and I maintain that's the best way to do it😌) but I never really participated in the fandom, like I never talked to anyone or made anything. So I'm gonna say I've been in fandom since summer 2023 when I made this blog to post my tlok fic (couldn't post it on my old one. My face is/was all over it. You understand.) Everyone I've interacted with here is like. Shockingly nice. Idk why I expected to be beaten with hammers but umm it didn't happen so thank you all for that💖

Your favorite trope in fiction?

AND THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED!!!!! Also rivals coming together to fight a common enemy and then maybe coming together in a different way.....? That's good too.

Your favorite random fact?

There are vast, delicate fungal networks in the earth beneath our feet right now as we speak :) They wrap around tree roots and spread far and wide, connecting multiple trees with each other and allowing them to share water and nutrients. This is especially helpful for saplings, which often aren't able to get enough sunlight to make their own sugars. The fungal network helps ensure the survival of young trees, and in exchange it gets a share in the nutrients being passed between the trees!!!

Your favourite game or kind of game?

Saw trap.

A place you’d like to visit? (If carbon emissions, logistics and money weren’t in question)

Oh god literally anywhere. I want to get marinated in every culture and environment I think that would blow my mind in the best way. I do want to make it to Italy specifically at some point in my life because apparently I have cousins there? But then again what if they're weird and I don't actually want to meet them.....

An animal you’re irrationally afraid of?

I can't really think of any? As a kid I was terrified of big dogs, but that fear is like 99% gone now. Sometimes other people have their dogs off leash in the woods and I gotta say. I Do Not Like It when they come running up snarling barking jumping with their hair raised at me. But the vast majority of dogs are I encounter are nice, and when they aren't I just try to ignore them and keep walking lol.

What’s your favourite season?

Autumn 10000% and then winter. Then spring. Then summer. I hate being hot.

A smell that brings you nice memories?

So maybe this is weird but I really like the way horses smell? I was a farm girl growing up and always loved horses....a horse bit the top of my head once...a different horse broke my arm......still love them.

(If you’re ok talking about food. If not, delete this part) What’s your favorite food from where you were born? And what’s your favorite food from some place else?

My mom's Italian so it was all pasta all the time growing up...lasagna😭 Also chicken cacciatore but the pasta isn't the main event there. But yeah. Pasta tomato garlic basil.....I'm there babiee.

I'm also obsessed with Indian food and there's a place near me that has a vegetable korma that makes me cry.

What’s your favorite drink (if you drink alcohol, alcoholic and non-alcoholic)?

I don't drink alcohol anymore but I loooooooved rum & coke. Also hard cider.

As for regular drinks. I am 75% fruit juice by volume at all times.

Do you give your pets random table scraps?

My cat is a huge freak who turns her nose up at human food like she's literally too good for it. Sometimes I'll offer her a piece of cheese and she'll lick it, but that's it.

I don't know who has and hasn't been tagged already so if you want to do this. Do it🫵

[masterdetectivexx]

Hello Master Detective, what do you think of Files 1113-1115?

File 1113-1115 Review

This case (File 1113-1115) was a case that I could safely say was one of the best DC cases I have ever read.

For starters, it had a very unique story narrative, where it put Iori Muga on the center front as the protagonist "detective" of this case, while sidelining the actual main character (Conan) for majority of it (especially at the start). It was to me an extremely appreciated amount of spotlight and deep-dive into Muga's character, that Gosho has been hyping up so much since his introduction (through Animal Crossing hints). We got to get into his head and see his true level and capabilities as a detective, that was compared to Furuya's by Muga's former classmate, Kazami Yuya (File 1115).

This level of competence was obviously as I have been expecting (as someone who has been suspecting Iori Muga to be the true identity behind the disguises of Rum, the no.2 of the BO that earned the awe of Kudo Yusaku).

The biggest highlight of this whole case however goes to the awaited and thoroughly developed relationship between Muga and Momiji, where we learned how they met and why Muga decided to quit the Public Security and become Momiji's butler (File 1114).

It was such a wholesomely depicted encounter in Muga's life, that was teased to have been depressing when he worked undercover as "Sakakibara" (File 1090).

Iori Muga, who was officially revealed to have been a Public Security officer of the NPA, was tasked 3 years ago to secure the summer villa of the former prime minister (FPM), who was revealed to be Ōoka Momiji's grandpa, and by chance encountered thugs that gave him a large cut on his right arm (File 1114).

It was then revealed that the thugs, who had a grudge against FPM Ōoka, followed the FPM's car that was actually occupied by Momiji, who was on her way to check out the villa and who eventually ended up hiding in the storage floor where she coincidentally was encountered by wounded Muga.

This then lead to the heartfelt scene, where the hardened and semi-jaded Muga, who was used to tough out all the hardships that came with his work, get treated and taken care of with kindness for a change by the most unexpected seemingly weak person he was supposed to protect. Momiji also added that beautiful reversed proverb ("even the smaller can serve as the bigger") to further justify her actions, which forever changed Muga's viewpoint in his life.

This meaningful scene lead to Muga realizing a more healing path for himself, where he serves as kind-hearted Momiji's butler (File 1115). This is evident just from how much Momiji meant for Muga as a hostage, for the thugs to use to manipulate him with, through out this case, and how he was ready to literally sacrifice his life to protect her by taking a knife for her (File 1115).

All of this masterfully written scenes of their relationship was topped off with not only Muga also in return being protected by the Hyakunin isshu deck that took the stabbing, as if to symbolize Momiji's love/passion keeping him alive, but also everything coming full circle with Momiji repeating her same beautiful reversed proverb (that she doesn't realize meant so much for him).

This case made Iori Muga instantly rise for me as a favorite on par with Momiji, if not beyond (if things continues as great as this). We got a lot of fanservice action-scenes and cute relationship dynamics between Muga & Momiji that really satisfied all my expectations.

Their Master-Butler relationship is definitely among the best of this whole series after this case, and I cannot wait to see where Muga's character development is gonna go from here on.

As for the other major scene of this case, we officially got the scene that Gosho hyped up was coming in Let's Talk Day 2023 between Amuro and a certain big figure... and it was revealed to be the mysterious Falcon Elder, that was recently introduced in File 1102.

The Falcon elder finally got some lines, and he ordered Amuro through a phone, that was left in the train that Amuro entered, to investigate Edogawa Conan (File 1115).

This scene was further meant to push the narrative that someone dangerous (potentially a BO/Boss figure) has set their eyes on Conan, since this was following the previous scene where the Falcon Elder cracked the phone with Conan & Jirokichi's face on it seemingly out of anger (File 1102).

This is however clearly setup to be one of Gosho's classic misleads, and it is at this point as good as confirmed that the Falcon Elder is rather FPM Ōoka (Momiji's grandpa). There are good amounts of hints from this case alone that supports this.

For starters, this case overall focused a lot on Momiji's grandfather and his power as FPM, which is conveniently set up right before the resolution where the Falcon elder reappears. This is similar to how the previous mysterious elder ("Vader"), who is most likely Haneda Yasuharu (Kohji's father), showed up in the resolution (File 1096) just after Mary referenced the helpful father-friend benefactor (Kohji's father) who has been funding her and Masumi's livelihood (File 1095).

Secondly, Rei went to the train platform casually with Kazami (his public security coworker), as if his business wasn't with someone he would hide his true affiliations from (like the black organization). This basically debunks that the Falcon Elder is a member of the BO. On the other hand, it fits perfectly with that he was meeting with FPM Ōoka, who was using his connections with the Public Security (as confirmed in File 1088 & 1114) to assign one of their agents a personal task for his benefit.

Lastly, the train car (13) that Rei entered was empty and the Falcon elder was actually waiting in a second train next to it with his phone ready to call a phone left there for Rei. This phone was left in the exact same train car 13 that the Osaka & Ōoka duo came out of. The fact that the train car, with the drop-off phone, Rei entered was the same train car that the whole case was spent on with the Ōoka duo is more supporting clues to the Falcon elder being FPM Ōoka, who had Muga/Momiji drop off the phone in that train car for the assigned agent from Public Security to later find.

As for what FPM Ōoka is planning with his investigation on Edogawa Conan, I'm leaning towards it being tied to what I previously speculated regarding why he cracked his Jirokichi-Conan-displaying phone out of anger... that it's related to his rivalry with the Suzuki conglomorate (which Gosho confirmed was slightly richer than the Ōoka Group). Since Jirokichi has been profitting on Conan's "kid killer" title and boosted his publicity in the news because of it, it would make sense for a bitter rival of his to go after his assets/allies and in any shape or form to try to eliminate them (for example by bribary). With that in mind, FPM Ōoka could be trying to gain as much information on "kid killer" Edogawa Conan as possible to figure out his weakness, that he can exploit for his benefit instead.

Apart from that, there were very nice spotlights put on Heiji, Kazuha and Momiji, and they all felt like they showcased their own strengths, which was also another cherry on top to this whole case.

It was also nice to get a Conan and Muga team-up for the first time. This part of the case is something I could see carrying more weight/consequence in the plot down the line, especially if Muga ends up being the one Conan should've been hiding his capabilities from (as he has been doing with Wakita). It would also be quite a comedic irony that Conan is rather trying to earn Muga's praise instead (File 1115).

When it comes to where the story is currently heading, it seems like Gosho is settting up a big romance case, since he foreshadowed that Ran was looking into scenic spots and that Ran was planning to talk about something important with Kazuha (File 1113).

It's possible that Gosho could be setting up a ShinRan romance plot, where Ran could be planning some kind of event, like a double-date or/and a birthday celebration (since Ran is the one who invited Kazuha and was looking into scenic places).

Gosho also foreshadowed a potential Hyakunin Isshu competition case involving Momiji, that could be following this current shinkansen threat case, which could be the setting for an upcoming Heizuha romance plot (File 1113).

Considering that we have finally arrived at Volume 105 (another 5 volumes since the last big Rum development), the climax of Rum arc could be right around the corner following the 5-volume pattern. If we are getting a long Heizuha + ShinRan romance case, then it's possible that we could be intertwining it all with the main plot (since a ShinRan date could involve Shinichi's physical reappearance for Rum to discover and target) and transition it into a big Rum climax case that finishes off the whole Rum plot in the remaining 9 chapters of volume 105 (File 1116-1124).

Volume 105 keyhole is also most likely gonna finally feature Iori Muga after this recent case (which would be very timely if it's also the volume that contains the Rum climax and if it reveals that Muga indeed was the main antagonist of this arc all along).

[what-gs-watching]

"It's the things we love most that destroy us."

The other night, I did the last live session for my career bootcamp, and I decided I was gonna take yesterday to myself and just chill out. 

Which led to me seeing an early movie. I honestly enjoy going to the movies by myself, sitting in a mostly empty theater and just getting lost in whatever is going on for a while. I’ve been meaning to go since this ‘hiatus’ started and there hadn’t really been anything enticing enough, but finally I gave in, and went to see

The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes. 

….Fuck, y’all. I came home and I felt a lot of WAYS about a LOT of things.

I read all of the original books while the movies were coming out. They were lent to me by one of my forever best friend slash favorite coworker - this dude was NOT the type of person to ever, ever read the Hunger Games but he did, and we got into the habit of swapping books and I ran through all of them. It was only fair, I’d made him read The Rum Diaries.

I love dystopian shit. I really do. I think most of us are fascinated with the idea of society breaking down. And also, how much worse it could actually be than it is now. That’s why I loved The Last of Us and Handmaid’s Tale and a million other things. It’s a curiosity. And a comfort, kind of.  Like, things are fucked, but look how much more fucked they could be, aren’t you kind of glad, now? 

So of course I was all in on a villain origin story for The Hunger Games. Who wouldn’t be? 

I’m not really sure what I was expecting. I haven’t read the book yet, I’m so behind on actual reading (has fanfic taken over my life? Yes) but holy HELL. Like, they made this movie and they put it out and they were like “people are terrible, here’s a wonderful example of that. Hope you can stomach it.”

Wherein, a young Coriolanus Snow  tries to mentor a tribute in the 10th annual Hunger Games (whose popularity is waning)  to victory so he can get some desperately needed money for his family and shit spirals incredibly out of control. 

Heartstrings are definitely pulled for Corio, I can’t deny it. He lives with his grandmother and his cousin and their family used to be powerful but his mother died in childbirth and his father was murdered during the rebellion and they show him and the cousin almost starving during that time and I get it. It’s unfortunate. But he gets into the academy and he sees his opportunity to finally get his family back to better footing, and that’s commendable.

He does some dubious shit in the beginning to help his standing - like making suggestions on how they can make the Games more popular again. Suggesting people need to get attached to the tributes, so they’ll be invested in their ultimate fates. That’s some psychological warfare. But also, it makes perfect sense. And it’s so gross. 

Then he gets attached to his tribute, Lucy Gray, and he’s determined to help her live, and of course it’s because if his tribute wins then he’ll supposedly get some prize money, but it also seems like cares about her. Along the way, his friendship with Sejanus, another academy student who is originally from district 2, and who is rightfully absolutely disgusted with the games, grows. Eventually, Corio cheats to help Lucy, even though he’s been explicitly told that cheating will come with terrible consequences. 

And so like, I’m with it so far. You gotta do some unsavory things to survive, we all do, it’s human nature. And that’s really the entire point of the movie but this motherfucker eventually takes it too far.  But he also helps Sejanus when he goes into the arena to try and protest what the fuck is going on, and so it’s like, a balancing act. 

Lucy Gray eventually wins the Hunger Games. I’m not gonna go into how fucked up all the death scenes during the Games are. Or how horrible the one girl is, leading a pack. There’s a lot of ruthlessness but also tenderness and it’s just as terrible  as all of the other Games are, with a lot less finesse. 

Anyway, after she wins, Snow is obviously punished and forced into being a peacekeeper in the districts, and he weasels his way to 12 where he knows Lucy is. And surprise! They fall in love. I am VERY curious to know how he gets away with running off with her all the time, that dude is supposed to be part of the military that shit should not be possible, but whatever. 

Turns out, Sejanus follows Crio to 12 too, and that’s sweet. Sejanus really thinks they’ve got a bond. And maybe they do. But he’s dealing with a fucking psychopath and he doesn’t know it. 

So sweet little Sejanus sees injustices in the district and he wants to help so he starts cavorting with rebels because of course he does, he’s the good guy in this fucking story, and Snow doesn’t approve but he’s also caught up in Lucy Gray and trying to figure out a way to get back to the capital, apparently.

And then it all comes to a head when he follows Sujanus to a secret rebel meeting and Snow ends up killing one of the dudes involved, and then the mayor’s daughter dies too, and tells Lucy and Sujanas no one can know about any of this obviously, and another guy takes the guns that were used and hides them.

The next day the Peacekeepers are obviously intent on finding the guns and hanging the killers. There’s some searching, and then they find one of the rebels involved. THEN we cut to two guys up in the noose, Corio standing guard like a good little keeper, and then they’re pulling SEJANUS up to the platform too and he’s crying for Snow to help him and he just watches and this poor kiddo is unceremoniously snapped at the neck. 

Afterward, Snow makes a plan to run away with Lucy Gray and so they go. Like, he must love her if he’s going to try and escape Panem with her forever? Like, he must be abandoning his family and going for it? He’s abandoning his chance to be sent to 2 for officer training as well, his way back into property society. So he must mean it? 

But when they stop at a cabin to get out of the rain, he discovers the guns they’d used in the murders. And he realizes he can get rid of them for good, and maybe he doesn’t have to escape after all. And Lucy can see the gears working in his mind and she knows he’s already lied to her because he let it slip that he’s killed 3 people and she was like ‘who was the 3rd?’ and I’m thinking the same thing too. And he lies about it. 

So she lies too, says she’s going out to forage some food and when he goes after her, he finds the scarf he gave her on the ground and when he picks it up, a snake she’d planted there bites him. And he loses his shit. He’s carrying the gun he used to kill that rebel and he’s screaming and when he catches a glimpse of her, he shoots. He wants to kill her, she’s a loose end now, just like that. 

Maybe she got away. We never really know. But honestly, in my mind, he got a good bite out of her and she eventually dies. Because it would make sense this asshole ruthlessly kills the one person he worked so hard to help survive, the one person who loved him, just out of self preservation. 

Afterwards, he goes back to 12 and finds out he’s being sent back to the capital. And we need to give ALL the kudos to Viola Davis for her portrayal of Gaul, who was the head gamemaster, and was absolutely out of her everloving mind. She’d been pushing Snow behind the scenes throughout, likely because one fucked up person can recognize another fucked up person with potential. 

So he meets with her, and we find out that he’d slipped information to her about Sejanus’s activities, and that’s why he was strung up. She wants him to attend university and become her protege. And he’s all about it. Sejanus’s family is going to pay his way because he was such a good friend and tried to do right by their kid (jesus christ y’all) and tada! Just like that, his family is restored to the status they expect and they have nice things now and everything is tickety-boo. 

At the end, he meets with Highbottom, the academy’s dean, who has been absolutely not a fan of Snow throughout his exploits. He’d been determined to keep the kid down, and at first you’re like ‘yo what’s your deal?’ but we come to find out that Highbottom had inadvertently invented the Hunger Games as a thought experiment, sharing it with his best friend, Snow’s father. Who took it, and had it implemented. And Highbottom’s been trying to stop it ever since. No wonder he wanted to get rid of Snow. 

Joke’s on him though, he’s hooked up morphling and after Snow leaves, he takes one of the viles that Snow had dumped on his desk, part of Sejanus’s personal effects, and immediately dies. Everyone that could of stopped him, everyone that could have been even vaguely a threat, gone.

And all of this, for what? Power and money? Security, I guess in some twisted way? Because he felt threatened? Did what happened to him turn him into this, or did what happened to him just show him he’s always been this way? 

I wanted a villain origin story and I got it. And I kind of hated it. Because they had me in the first half. Because maybe we all have the propensity to become something so horrific if we’re thrust into just the exactly right set of circumstances. I mean, maybe we don’t, but we could, and I don’t think anyone ever really wants to find out. 

Don’t make me look too close at humanity. That way lies madness. 

The point is: I probably did not need to feel all of that right now. But it was good in a way that makes you angry. And sometimes, life’s just like that. Sometimes snow lands on top. 

Fucking dystopian futures...

[epersonae]

five fic friday

Man with a Plan (T, 3400) by @livelydiver - hurt/comfort reunion fic, with Stede being just a little bit insane in the best way.

Young, Dumb, and Full of Rum (E, 10K) by @zombee - modern AU in which Ed is basically a burnt out Jimmy Buffet. Maybe one of my favorite modern AU meet-cutes, plus Pete being extremely Like That.

forever is our today (who waits forever anyway) (T, 5650) by @xoxoemynn - a little bit fairy tale, a little bit time loop, mythology but also modern AU.

and makes one little room an everywhere (G, 1150) by @triflesandparsnips - just a lovely little piece, Stede's love of John Donne and a quick sketch of a reunion. makes me want to read more poetry!

Blow the Man Down (M, 14K WIP) by @javiddenkins (I GUESS) - I thought about making this a bonus selection, because it's a WIP and I don't really know where it's going, because it links to Twitter without screenshots or anything (altho so far it's pretty readable even w/out tweets), and because of the whole Javid Denkins weirdness. I'll say two things, tho: this makes me quite certain that the tumblr puzzle cryptid is NOT Real Human Person David Jenkins, and also? it's good writing, dammit.

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