#i can hear ppl whispering across the building

[verved]

Ok I wake up feeling like I'll be OK for the day but then like 2 hours into my shift I keep getting overstimulated idrk what to do about it.

I work in a fucking library where it's p damn quiet already so.

[xosannie]

Ateez members that would praise or degrade you

☆genre: smut (ot8xreader)

☆word count: 1k+

☆warnings: degrading and praise (obvi), dirty talk, oral (m receiving), just a teeny little bit of biting, exhibition (through the phone), slight bondage, orgasm denial, use of sex toys, aggressive, “fucked to mush”, hair pulling, fingering, titties get sucked a bit. (Let me know if I missed any)

☆MDNI 18+ only! If these kinds of thing make you uncomfy just leave plz. Otherwise, enjoy you horny ppl :3

Praising:

Seonghwa

Seonghwa sat in his chair as you’re sucking his dick, kneeling under his desk. He caresses your hair, looking down at you, his attention—that was once on the Legos he was building, now watching the way you slowly take his length in your mouth. You look up at him with wide eyes, taking him deeper down your throat. You pull off panting loudly and stroke him faster to catch your breath. You kiss his tip before taking him back in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down. His brows furrowed as soft moans escaped his lips. He instinctively bucks his hips as he locks eyes with you.

“That’s a good girl, there you go. You’re taking my dick so well, fuck you make me feel so good, sweetheart. Keep going.”

Yeosang

Yeosang hovers over you, his arms flexing as he supports his weight on his elbows. He fucks you with slow and deep thrusts, leaning down to kiss you softly yet passionately. With every hard thrust, the bed rocks, and hits the wall. He kisses down to your neck, sucking and biting ever so gently just to soothe the slight pain with his tongue. You whimper softly at the feeling of his mouth, and you moan his name as he gives another deep thrust. Your hands entangle in his hair as you hold him impossibly closer, wrapping your arms around his toned body. He nibbled at your earlobe before softly whispering with his gentle yet deep voice.

“You make such pretty noises, baby, keep moaning for me I want to hear you. I love fucking you so much, you’re perfect.”

Jongho

You were on FaceTime with Jongho, missing the man who was halfway across the world due to his tour. You propped your phone against a pile of pillows, legs spread wide, fingering yourself while Jongho watched through the screen. You look away, feeling slightly embarrassed being the only one naked as Jongho watched fully clothed. Even though he wasn’t there in real life, you can still feel the way he stared at you intently, which made you dripping wet even more. Jongho groans as he hears the noises of your fingers moving in and out of your wet pussy. He started to palm himself through his pants, breath growing more labored the more he watched you, wishing he could jump through the screen this very moment.

"Fuck, you look so beautiful, baby. Look at you, you’re doing such a good job fucking you’re pretty pussy. God, I wish I was the one making you feel that good.”

Degrading

Hongjoong

You were on your knees, a vibrator stuffed in your pussy and your hands were tied behind your back. You sat there trembling, begging desperately for release that Hongjoong had been denying you for what seemed like forever. He watched with amusement, sitting in front of you at the edge of his bed. His arms and legs crossed, as he gripped the controller to the toy. He could tell you were close to release again by the way your hips started rocking and your moans became more high-pitched. He smiles wide, waiting for you to get on the very edge, and right before you cum he turned the toy off with the controller. You whine desperately, on the verge of tears, body squirming as you look up at him with pleading eyes. He smirked down at you, laughing at your desperation.

"Aw, look at you, you look so pathetic, begging for me to let you cum. I bet you were really close this time, weren’t you? Well, that’s too bad, now take that toy, naughty girls like you don’t deserve my dick.”

Mingi

Mingi pinned your legs against your chest, drilling his dick in you as you lay there and took it. You moan his name loudly, eyes rolling in the back of your head. He grunts as he feels the way your pussy clenched down on his length. His thrusts were so hard and fast your brain turned to mush, the only thing you can think of was Mingi and his big dick. He throws his head back, moaning out loud, his grip on your thighs so harsh you were sure there would be bruises the next morning. He twitched inside you at the way you looked so fucked, mouth agape with a bit of drool rolling down your chin. Your hair was a mess as black streaks ran down your face, tears ruining your pretty mascara and eyeliner you had on earlier.

“Fuck, take my dick you slut, you love it, don’t you? I know you do, you’re clenching down on me so hard as if you’re afraid I’ll pull out, fucking cock slut.”

Wooyoung

Wooyoung had you bent over the kitchen counter, you reached behind, grabbing his hips, wanting to feel him deeper. He was in the middle of cooking dinner, but you decided to come in and tease him, wearing an apron and nothing else. When he saw you, his jaw practically dropped, as you would sway your hips teasingly, bending over and exposing yourself to “pick something up.” He snapped, and now here he was thrusting his now-hard dick into you, giving you what you came in the kitchen for. He gripped your hip with one hand and ran his fingers in your hair with the other, tugging at the strands, making you moan louder. He pulled your head back and leaned in while thrusting deep into your aching pussy, whispering in your ear.

“You really want my attention that bad? We already fucked this morning, but you’re such a fucking whore you need to come in here practically naked so I can give you my dick again. Such a needy little bitch.”

Praising and degrading

(My personal fav)

Yunho

You guys were in the middle of a movie night, but you grew too needy when you watched the way Yunho’s hand ran up and down your thigh. Now you were lying back on the couch, legs spread open in front of Yunho as he hovered over to you. His fingers slowly moving in and out of your dripping cunt while simultaneously pressing down on your clit with his thumb. His fingers were so long they filled you up just nicely. You reached over to grab his arm for support as you moan his name softly. He had to pin your thigh down to prevent your trembling legs from closing shut on him.

"Aw, baby, you’re so pretty like this, taking my fingers like the good slut you are. You’re so needy we can’t even watch a movie without you getting horny. That’s okay though, take my fingers, baby.”

San

San moaned loudly, resting his head against the headboard as you bounced on his length at a fast speed, riding him. He gripped your hips, guiding you up and down, his biceps flexing with every movement and a slight sheen of sweat forming on his skin. You held onto his broad shoulders, throwing your head back and moaning loudly. San bites his lip as he watches the way your tits bounce in his face. His hands ran up your body to grasp your breasts, leaning forward to take one in his mouth. You gasp and hold his head against you, loving the feeling of his tongue massaging your nipple. He moans against your skin when you clench around him, getting closer to your high.

“There you go, baby, you ride me so well. Cum on my dick like the pretty cockslut you are. Fuck, you deserve it, this slutty pussy deserves to cum.

Thank you for reading I hope you enjoyed :p Let me know if I should write more stuff like this. Feel free to give recs on what you want to see next.

[duskholland]

Okay but, Dom!tom making you ride him reverse cowgirl while he’s on a phone call meeting, and harrison being like what’s that slapping noise? And Tom being like I’m fucking my girl rn because he knows how SHY YOU ARE but he knows you get wet at ppl knowing and him being like the view I have rn mate, and Harrison just being like you’re the worst. He’d love tormenting you but also would reward you for still riding him like a champ during his work call 😏

fuck... I would lose my mind. I definitely had mob!tom in mind when I wrote this, but if you squint, it also works with normal tom. nsfw - 18+ only!!! extended warnings beneath the cut...

extended warnings: thigh riding, elements of exhibitionism, unprotected sex (please practise safe sex!!)

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“There you go, darling. Making a nice wet spot on my leg, aren’t you?”

A strangled whine travels up your throat, and you moan softly as you nod against Tom’s shoulder. Your breaths come out in short pants, arcs of fiery pleasure travelling up your spine from the point at which your soaked, throbbing cunt presses to Tom’s leg. He’s had you grinding against his thigh for what feels like forever, teasing your neck with rough kisses as his hands guide your hips. 

“Tell me how badly you want it,” he murmurs, lips by your ear. Shivers pass down your spine as his husky tone travels straight to your clit, and you feel your hole clenching around nothing. “Tell me how badly you want to feel my cock.”

You bite at your lip, pushing your forehead further against his shoulder as you try to keep your composure. 

“Bad, Tom. Really, really bad.” This hadn’t been your intention when you’d walked into his office, smirking quietly. You’d expected Tom to take you over his desk, or unravel you with three fingers buried in your heat. You hadn’t expected him to hold you on the edge, passing your soaked heat over his thigh, over and over until you’re practically blubbering from the stimulation. He’s enjoying it - enjoying the whimpers and the moans and the slick that coats his thigh - you know he is. Tom thrives off reducing you to this almost feral state of existence. “Please let me feel you.”

Swallowing back the lump in your throat, you pull your face away from his shoulder and blink up at him, desperation in your eyes. Tom seems to melt, his pupils expanding and his jaw slackening as he takes stock of the flush to your face and the way you’re practically begging him with your eyes to indulge you. 

“Mmm, well, because you asked so nicely…” His heavy hands push at your hips, moving you out of the way so he can reach down, play around with his belt, and then carefully pull free his cock. You lick your lips at the sight of his member, flushed and weepy, but as you reach out to touch, Tom bats away your hand. “No, darling,” he murmurs. One of his hands smooths over your cheek, thumb resting over your lower lip. You let your tongue slip out, wrapping around the tip of his finger before drawing it back into your mouth. As you suck on his finger, Tom curses. “Such a fucking minx, aren’t you?” He muses. “Look so fucking innocent, don’t you? Hmm? You walk around like you’re an angel, but both of us know that’s a lie.” He pulls his thumb from your mouth and lets his palm fall over the curve of your ass, causing you to jolt. 

“Tom,” you whine, grinding back against his thigh. Now you’ve seen his length, all flushed and full like that, you know there’s nothing you need more than to feel him plugging you to the hilt. “Please.”

Tom smirks at you, brown eyes glinting darkly. Both of his hands pull at your ass roughly, causing you to whimper. 

“Turn around, love,” he asks, already helping you with his hands. “Want to watch you fuck yourself on my cock from behind.”

A flush travels through you as you turn in his lap and back up, whimpering when you feel his hard cock, stiff between your swollen pussy lips. You sit up straighter, feeling Tom’s mouth ghosts over your shoulder as his hand slips between your thighs, guiding his cock until you feel his head, hot and wet, stiff at your entrance 

“Gonna ride me, angel?” He asks, voice gruff. He nibbles at your neck until you whine. “Don’t want you to stop until you’ve cum, yeah?” 

You nod, almost delirious with want. “Yes, yes,” you murmur, biting back the desire to buckle down. You need to wait for his command. “Please, Tom.”

“Go ahead.”

A loud whine rattles past your lips as you finally let yourself down onto his cock, Tom’s hands firm as they shift to your hips to guide you. He’s big - so big that it makes you whimper as you slowly start to ride him, enjoying every pleasurable sensation as you feel his cock rock against your hot centre. You reach out to hold the edge of his desk, the glass cold against your clammy skin as you use it as an anchor, keeping you in place as you start to lose yourself in the feeling. 

“Doing so well for me, sweetheart,” comes Tom’s voice, raspy and thick with accent. Every now and again, he ruts his hips up to meet your pelvis, and you groan loudly as his tip knocks up against your sensitive g-spot. “Look so fucking good like this, fucking yourself on my cock. Wish I could look at this forever.” He drops his hand over the curve of your ass again and you whimper, feeling a tightness forming in the pit of your stomach. 

You move in sync for a while, your pants and the sound of slapping skin filling the office. Tom’s giving with his praise, soothing you with his low uttered sentiments, praising you for the way you’re making him feel, urging you to go faster, rougher, to push the both of you over the edge. You’re lost in it, gasping and biting at your lip, pressing yourself closer to heaven with each rotation of your hips. 

You’re so lost in it that you don’t hear Tom’s phone ringing, not even aware of it until you see him reach out and grab the device on the desk. One of his hands shifts to your lower back. 

“Keep going, love,” he mutters, voice tight. “Don’t fucking stop.” Your jaw drops as you realise what he’s doing, but before you can question him, Tom answers his phone. “Haz? What’s up?”

For a moment you considering stopping, embarrassment churning alongside your arousal as you contemplate the thought of Tom’s friend hearing something obscene down the line, but then Tom angles his hips up to meet you, and the sensation of his tip brushing against you so deeply makes your mind go numb. So, you grip the table harder and continue, your orgasm only drifting nearer as you hear Tom carry his conversation with Harrison, his voice tight and rushed. 

“Aye, yeah. The papers are a mess, you’ll need to look at them tomorrow. Hey, wait a second bro, yeah, just-“

You can’t see what he’s doing, and for a moment, you think Tom’s disconnected, but then he reaches out and puts the phone on the desk, the screen bright and showing the call. 

“-Right, keep going. Just put you on speaker.”

Tom’s hands return to your hips, and immediately you turn around, an ache building in your neck as you glare at him. He raises his eyebrows, fingers squeezing at your flesh as he gives you a look as if to say go on. 

“Yeah, so, as I was saying, I think I’ll come around in a couple hours to get the scans-“

You grit your teeth, trying to drown out the sound of Harrison’s static voice as your thoughts travel back to the matter at hand. You’re so wet - you feel your arousal dripping down Tom’s cock as you continue to ride him, a sweat breaking out across your forehead. Somehow you manage to reduce your moans to laboured breaths, and for a few minutes, Tom keeps up conversation, Harrison seeming none the wiser. But it all falls apart when Tom tilts you to the side and the position shifts, your eyelids fluttering shut as the angle brings him in deeper - at the expense of a few very loud sounds of skin against skin. 

“-What’s that noise? Sounds like slapping?”

Tom keeps his hands on your hips, urging you on as you bite back a whimper. 

“I’m fucking my girl,” Tom replies, easily. You bite back a gasp, and you’d have looked around at him if he didn’t distract you by weaving a hand between your legs to play with your clit. The added stimulation adds to your desperation, and the fact that Harrison knows you’re getting railed makes your cunt clench. 

“Fucking hell,” Harrison mutters. 

“I have the best view right now, mate,” Tom adds. “You should see her.” 

You let go of the desk, sitting up and pressing your back against Tom’s front, your breathing heavy as you feel your climax linger. As you continue to move up and down, his lips work across your shoulder, biting at your skin as you hold back your whimpers. Tom’s lips travel up to your ear, and he adds, softly, 

“I can feel how wet you just got. I know you fucking love the thought of Haz hearing us. I know how close you are too, darling. You want to cum, don’t you? You want to cum, with Harrison on the line? Let him hear those pretty little screams, hmm?” 

You find yourself nodding, squirming in Tom’s lap as his calloused fingers play with your clit. 

“Please,” you whisper, eyes screwed shut. 

“Do it,” Tom mutters. “‘Cos I’m about to blow it, love, and I want to feel you cumming around me as I fill you up.”

Your eyes roll back as you finally tip over the edge, your orgasm sweeping over you in large, warming waves. Tom’s hands are slippery on your sides, wet with hot sweat, and he bites at your shoulder as he follows suit, cumming with a low groan. You feel his cock pulse, painting your walls with his seed, and together you unravel. 

It’s all pants and lazy open-mouthed kisses as you twist in his arms, still attached at your centre. You hold the back of his head with shaking fingers, kissing him roughly until Tom’s hand moves away from your clit. 

“Fuck,” you mutter, pushing your forehead to his. After a moment, you pull back and look at the desk, nervous until you realise his phone screen has gone blank. You reach out for Tom’s phone, grabbing it and turning it on curiously. 

Harrison: you’re ridiculous.

“What does it say?” Tom asks, pecking your cheek. You repeat the message, and he grins, eyes dancing with amusement. “He loves it really,” he says, before wiggling his eyebrows. “You do too, don’t you?”

You shrug, licking your lips. “Maybe.”

Tom chases your lips with his mouth, inflamed and warm. “Did well for me, though,” he says, eyes glinting. He kisses you again, hand shifting back towards your clit. “I think I should reward you for taking me so well, don’t you?”

You nod, a smirk biting at your lips. “Go ahead.”

[floralseokjin]

— crystallised 08 (m) final

crystallised /ˈkrɪst(ə)lʌɪz/ (verb) make or become definite and clear 

Six weeks, that’s all it takes to forget about the threesome you shared with your boyfriend, Yoongi, and your past... fuck buddy, Seokjin. After all, it’s no big deal. Yoongi and you are doing better than ever, there’s no reason to regret such a night shared. That is until you hear some gossip in the library one day, and then slowly, little by little, everything starts to fall apart... Can you begin to make sense out of all this confusion, or is it too late? 

pairing; kim seokjin x reader  genre/warnings; light angst, smut; we have d in v ppl!!!! fluffy romance, the L word gets thrown around a lot, A HAPPY ENDING  words; 7,473

sequel to; memoirs of a mistake and lostmyhead

chapters; 01 ⤑ 02 ⤑ 03 ⤑ 04 ⤑ 05 ⤑ 06 ⤑ 07⤑ 08 ✓

listen to;  i.f.l.y 

author’s note; here she is 😭the final chapter. My babies have come so far and I love them very very much! Thank you for following and sending this series lots of love.  Hope you enjoy!!!! 💖

The next few days dragged by. Feeling hopeless and sorry for yourself. Seokjin didn’t want to talk to you. You’d tried calling him as soon as you’d woken up the morning after Hoseok’s birthday party. It just kept ringing and ringing. Going to answerphone. In the end you’d grown impatient, bombarding him with texts. He did reply after a while, but it wasn’t what you wanted to hear. 

You (10:08am)  Seokjin please pick up  Can’t we talk?  I’m so sorry about last night 

Seokjin (10:27am)  I just need some space for a while  I’m sorry 

You (10:27am)  Okay. Please just tell me when you’re ready and we’ll talk ok?

It was silly, but the only thing that softened the blow was his apology. You mean, he couldn’t be angry at you or hate you if he’d said sorry, surely? But regardless, it didn’t make it any easier. With each passing day you were losing hope. Getting restless. If you didn’t talk soon you were scared that would just be it. Time would pass and things would end. Your relationship would end. Just before it’d even started. 

You kept repeating what Lina – and Yoongi, had told you: An argument didn’t mean the end of a relationship. You couldn’t give up. Not when the thought of losing Seokjin killed you, but exactly how long was this space he needed going to take? You just wanted to understand what was going on his head. To apologise for all the things you’d handled wrongly and to just talk. You really wanted to talk to him and see him. Just see him. You missed him so much. 

By Tuesday Lina was over it. Practically forcing you to just go to Seokjin and sort it out already. She was sick of seeing you so miserable, knew for a fact Jin was just the same. Miserable without one another. You told her you couldn’t. Not when it was his decision. Take some initiative. Those were her words. If you wanted everything to be alright then you had to fight. 

So here you were the next day, loitering outside his 3pm class, waiting for him to be done. You figured being in a public place would ease your nerves a little. Wrong. Your heart was still pounding. You were still breaking out into a cold sweat when the doors opened and the class started to disperse… 

You spotted him before he spotted you. He was talking to a friend from his class. Dressed in all black. Looked effortlessly good. Like usual. You almost had second thoughts, but Lina’s advice echoed in the back of your mind, getting louder. You weren’t a coward anymore. You wouldn’t run away. 

“Seokjin!” His head turned in the direction of his name, recognising your voice. You waved at him, about five feet away. He stopped in his tracks, contemplating what to do next. If he walked off you wouldn’t know what to do. Thankfully he stepped closer, turning back only to say goodbye to the guy he was with. You held your breath until he was right in front of you, knowing you needed to actually speak words out loud instead of just thinking them in your head. 

You smiled slightly. “Hey. I thought we could walk together?” 

“I have work.” He definitely didn’t sound angry, so you took that as a positive. 

“I know. I’ll walk with you.” You knew his schedule well. If he knew yours too, he’d know you only had one class on a Wednesday. It finished at 12pm. 

He didn’t say anything though, so you just started following him. Out of the building and down the path that led to the main road. The gym was on your way back home. You’d thought it all through. Apart from the talking bit. You walked in silence for a good few minutes. Over half the journey, until he was the one who broke it. 

“Sorry I haven’t messaged you yet. I was just…” He spoke quietly. Sounding awkward. Maybe even guilty. 

It’s okay,” you reassured. He looked over at you in surprise. “I was thinking maybe we could talk a little now?” 

He looked back at the floor, murmuring your name. “I’m not really in the right headspace right now. Like I said, I have work, and well,” he paused, glancing your way again. “Do you really think everything can be said in under five minutes?” 

It was you who looked at the floor then. “No I don’t.” You shook your head. “I just wanted to see you.” 

Seokjin didn’t reply, but he moved closer, his arm brushing against yours as you walked. It soothed your heart a little. Told you maybe everything would be okay. You could see the gym in the near distance. Damn you both for walking so fast. 

“I feel really shitty for leaving you alone and storming off.” This time he definitely sounded guilty. Embarrassed. 

“It’s fine,” you answered. “I got an uber. I was home before 12.” Tucked up in bed, quietly crying yourself to sleep. You left that bit out though. 

“Still though. I’m really sorry.” You smiled in response. Building now seriously close. In no time at all you were stood outside it. “I’ll, um,” Seokjin began, itching the side of his face. “I’ll call you when I’m home?” 

Your eyes widened a little in surprise. More hopeful now than ever. “Only if you want to.” 

He nodded. His eyes were a little sad. Didn’t have their usual twinkle to them. You really wanted to hug him but chose against it. Things still weren’t okay, but you wouldn’t lose that hope. He smiled softly, voice just the same. “See you.” 

.

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You pushed yourself up from the wall you’d been leaning against when you saw Seokjin through the glass doors, his shift over. It was four hours later. Right now you should’ve been at home waiting for his phone call, and you’d had every intention of doing just that, but you were serious this time. You wouldn’t let this relationship die. He needed to see that. To hear it in person. 

You walked over to him, smiling shyly. He looked vaguely puzzled. “Me again.” 

He closed the gap between you, backpack slung over his shoulder. “You haven’t been out here this whole time, have you?” 

You couldn’t help but let out a little laugh. “No, I came back. I kinda memorised your schedule a while back,” you admitted awkwardly. His expression softened, as if touched. You carried on. “I thought instead of talking on the phone we could talk in person.” This time it wasn’t a question. 

Seokjin nodded slightly. “Sounds like a good idea.” Your heart finally settled in relief. “I–Wanna come over my place? I need to shower and beats talking out here in the cold.” 

“Thanks.” Gratitude your way of saying yes. “I have my car.” You’d brought it just in case. Somewhere private to talk if he didn’t want you to come home with him. Didn’t want to come home with you.  

The ride was made in silence. Not that you minded. You figured small talk wasn’t the way to go, and besides, the journey wasn’t too long. Just being close to him was what mattered. Was enough for those few minutes. 

Sandeul turned his head from the couch when he heard the door open, speaking before he’d really caught a glance. “Hey, man. You feeling alrig–Oh.” She stopped short when he saw you, saying your name as almost a way of realisation before he greeted you. “Hey. I didn’t know you were coming over.” 

You put a smile on your face, totally understanding he knew pretty much everything, if not everything. “Hi, Sandeul.” 

He smiled back, looking over at Seokjin next to you. “I can go to my room?” 

God. Seriously, how awkward. Seokjin shook his head. “No, it’s fine. I need to shower so we’ll go to mine. Speak later.” You followed him as he made across the room, stepping inside his bedroom when he motioned for you to go first.  

Whilst Seokjin was in the shower you had a lot of time to plan what you were going to say. Seokjin’s room always smelt nice and was always cosy. Just being here made you feel more at ease, but you guessed that was because you’d missed him so much. A few days ago you’d thought you’d never be in his bedroom again. You prayed this wasn’t the last time. 

You knew he was out of the shower when you heard whispering. You couldn’t make it out but you could definitely hear it. Boys were never exactly subtle. However you pretended like you hadn’t once Seokjin pushed the door open and slid back inside. His hair was still damp and he combed his fingers through it in an attempt to tame the spikes that had appeared where he’d rubbed the towel over it. He was dressed in black sweats and a grey and maroon striped top, which you’d never seen before. It was evil. Stuck to him like an extra layer of skin. 

You stayed perched on the edge of the bed. It seemed wrong to make yourself comfy, yet too awkward to sit in his desk chair. He smiled at you softly and sat down next to you. There was a moment of silence, one you took to psych yourself up. You had everything you wanted to say planned, all you had to do was open your mouth. But he beat you to it. 

“I’m sorry.” 

You looked at him in surprise. He looked absolutely beside himself. Jittery, apologetic and totally sincere. “What are you sorry for? I’m the one that should be apologising!” 

He shook his head quickly, refuting you immediately. “I’m the one who was acting all irrational and stormed off.” 

“I shouldn’t have spoken to Yoongi. I’m sorry you had to hear all that. It was beyond insensitive of me.” 

“I overreacted.” 

You took a deep breath. You were both going around in circles. How could you apologise if he wasn’t letting you. But then you guessed he probably felt the same. “I don’t think you did.” You said softly. Maybe nobody needed to apologise. Maybe you just needed to talk through the misunderstandings. “I just… I don’t understand what you meant when you said all that stuff.” 

He knew exactly what you were on about. The argument here. The things that had come out of his mouth at the party. “That’s what’s wrong. With me. With us.” 

He didn’t know how to continue so bravely you did so for him. You didn’t want to assume anything, but at this point it was obvious. “You don’t think you’re good enough?” He stayed silent but the look in his eyes said a thousand words. You scoffed in frustration. “That’s bullshit, Seokjin!” You weren’t mad at him. Just mad he felt that way. “Who am I? A nobody.” Of course he was good enough for you. He was perfect for you. “If you’re not good enough for me then I’m not good enough for you.” 

He opened his mouth to argue but you didn’t let him. “If we’re both not good enough for one another then it cancels out and means we’re perfect for one another.” 

“I don’t think it works like that.” But he did laugh a little. It was mostly silent, but you saw the curl of his mouth. It was enough. 

You reached for his hand, shuffling closer to him. “Of course it does. I’m not going to let go. I’m going to fight for us.” You squeezed his fingers. “It’s taken us so long to get here, we’re not throwing it away.” This was how you handled conflict. You felt oddly at ease. Mature and proud of yourself.  

“I don’t want us to throw it away.” Warmth flowed through your body when you felt him lace your fingers together. “I thought you’d be super mad after that party mess. Thought you’d hate me and want to end things, so I hid away and pretended like nothing was happening.” He explained. “If I could get through those months without you last year I could do it again. Only I couldn’t.” He looked at you, eyes still sad. “I knew I had to confront my fears and hold onto us, even if it meant begging you for a second chance. I really was going to call you tonight. Even before you turned up outside class.” 

Processing everything he’d said you breathed a laugh, nestling in a little closer. Your free hand lightly pressed into his chest.  “I could never hate you. Especially for you speaking your mind and I don’t know, confiding in me?” That’s what he’d done outside the party. How could you be mad when he’d confessed so many troubles to you. 

“It was more like yelling at you. Telling you what you should think.” He was still a little stubborn. Needed to see the truth. 

“Well, I don’t think any of those things,” you replied matter of factly. “Seokjin, you’re honestly the most kindest, caring, sweetest guy I’ve ever known.” You shook your head and corrected yourself. “Person, even.”

He shook his head, sliding his hand from yours to pull away in some sort of embarrassment.  “No, listen,” you insisted, latching onto him again. He dropped his head but you cupped his cheek, eager for him to look at you. He did so reluctantly, but your felt his hand lightly hold your waist, keeping you near. “I’m going to compliment you because you need to hear it. You deserve it. You’re the best.” You smiled. “No one gets me like you do. No one makes me laugh like you do. Feel so at ease. You just make me so happy.” 

Seokjin watched you intently, softening from your words. “Always have. Just now… I get to say these things. Or I should do, no matter how cheesy I think they are.” You should’ve said them a long time ago. “These… insecurities you have, I can’t stop them, but I can help you see who you are.” He needed to realise it was all in his head. He deserved you, like you deserved him. You cupped his other cheek, moving closer. “Who you are to me, and your friends, and your family.” 

You were so close to his mouth. You couldn’t help it. Had to kiss him. His lips were warm and soft. It felt like an age since you’d felt them. He gently kissed you back. A split second. Before pulling away. His hand moved up your side and he squeezed. “I’m sorry.” He pressed his forehead to yours. You let your breaths match up. “My head was a mess, I took it out on you.” He paused. “I’ve just been feeling… I thought us getting together would make all these things go away. Especially after I asked you to be my girlfriend.” 

“You can’t help it.” You whispered. But hearing that broke your heart a little. 

He chuckled sadly. “I know, but it’s stupid.” He moved his hands to your face, holding you. “You want me.” He kissed your lips. You closed your eyes. “I know you do, but it’s just hard to understand sometimes.” 

It was ironic. Before you had began something serious with one another, when you were with Yoongi, and before that even, deep down, even though you didn’t realise it, the reason you couldn’t admit your feelings for Seokjin was because of your insecurities regarding him. He couldn’t like you like that. Didn’t want to. It was just sex. It had taken you a while to overcome that, but ever since you’d admitted your feelings, poof, every apprehension had gone. Everything had been perfect. In your mind. Seokjin’s insecurities were only just starting. 

He pulled away, making some distance between you and cleared his throat a little awkwardly. “I hate to say this, but I’ve been jealous of Yoongi for so long. I know it’s stupid of me, childish, but…” He scoffed to himself. “Hearing you speak to him. It was like I was listening in on something I could never be a part of. And not because of what you were saying, not really. I knew you were only saying all that because of me, and the doubts I’d just put into your head. It just hurt because he listened so well, knows you so well and you wanted his advice.” He looked across at you. You knew admitting all this was hard for him.  “You wanted him to help and give you answers because I couldn’t.” 

Now you felt beyond sad. His reaction outside the party was one of frustration. So many mixed and pent up feelings. “I just wanted to talk to someone because I couldn’t talk to you. I’m sorry I acted so childishly when we could’ve just talked it out but I–I…” You were here now, talking. That was the main thing. “I shouldn’t have spoken to him about us. It was wrong of me. I know that, and I’m sorry. But…” You reached for his hands clutched at his lap, holding them as you continued. “There’s no need to be jealous of him. It’s natural I know, given the circumstances and I understand.” Hell, you were jealous of people you shouldn’t really be jealous of either, but you were human. You couldn’t control your emotions no matter how irrational. However you could help ease his. “Me and Yoongi… there’s nothing to worry about.” 

You had no feelings for him. All your heart knew and wanted was Seokjin. 

“I know.” He sighed, softly tracing patterns on the back of your hand with his fingers. Gaze locked there. “I know. It’ll pass. I just let everything get on top of me.” 

“W-were you upset because it was Namjoon’s room too?” You hesitated before asking the question, torn about bringing it up, but knowing deep down you needed to. The threesome was another issue, and you wanted to know his true feelings on it. Being in Namjoon’s room again like that has shaken you up too. 

Seokjin looked at you, nodding his head slightly. “Yes. Reminded me of…” He entwined your hands, holding on tight. Almost like he was determined to continue. “I really don’t look at you any different because of that night. Honest.” Even though this talk had begun to make you see that, the relief you felt hearing those words was a huge weight lifted from your shoulders. 

You guessed a lot of your insecurities had lied with that night. Maybe deep down you were still dealing with them. Why you’d come to such a conclusion the other night. Scared Seokjin regretted everything. Scared it had cursed your relationship before it had even started. 

“What I said about the threesome, I meant like my own insecurities regarding it.” 

“I understand.” 

“You do?” He looked relieved as you nodded. “That was the last time we had sex and… I don’t want to say I regret it, because it happened and I can’t change it.” He was struggling to express himself. You gave him time, waiting patiently. He didn’t stop holding your hand. “I don’t want to change it. That would mean you feeling bad about yourself and I don’t want that. You have nothing to feel bad about. I just hate that I even thought to do something like that.” He ducked his head in shame. “I’ve said before why I feel like that, but it just won’t stop playing on my mind.” He sighed, struggling. “That night felt like I was in competition with him and that’s not how wanted to ever treat you.” 

“I don’t see it like that. I know I can’t tell you how to feel but I really don’t judge you when it comes to that night.” He needed to know that. You shuffled closer, wanting him to know you were there for him and you understood. 

He looked up, smiling softly. “Thank you. I really don’t feel differently about you. Never have, never will.” You felt silly knowing you’d ever come to that conclusion. “It’s me I feel different about. I acted out of jealousy. My ego was bruised and I just… I hate myself whenever I think about it.” 

“Well you shouldn’t.” You wrapped your arm around his shoulders. You couldn’t bear to hear him say such a thing. “It was a decision made by all three of us. You don’t need to hate yourself, Seokjin.” You didn’t blame him. There was nothing to blame him for. You let your face fall into the crook of his neck slightly, kissing the skin. “I don’t want you to. I won’t let you.” 

He pulled his arm from between your bodies, draping it over your shoulder and you let yours fall from his, letting him hold you. “I’m trying not to.” He murmured, before finding your mouth to kiss. “I think now that you know the truth it’ll start getting better.” 

You smiled. “A problem shared is a problem halved, right?” He’d told you that numerous times. When you were hooking up, stressed with schoolwork. Caring as always. 

“Right,” he smiled back before kissing you again. When he pulled away he rubbed your noses together. “Thanks for saying such nice things about me earlier.” 

You laughed. “It’s okay, you can return the favour some other time.” 

He smiled, eyes now shining like you were familiar with, and cupped your face, turning your head gently to face him. “You make me so happy. I know me being a dramatic little bitch doesn’t show it, but well… You’re the girl of my dreams and I’m so glad I’ve been given a chance with you. Well,” he paused, “multiple chances.” He chuckled, glancing away. “Sorry I keep messing it up.” 

You shook your head, reaching for him, hands brushing against his chest. “You haven’t messed anything up.” 

He didn’t listen, making a little distance again. “I’ve been trying so hard to make things perfect.” He looked briefly at you. “That was true. About me wanting our second first time to be perfect. I just overthought it so much I didn’t know how to initiate it in the end, and when you did, I panicked. Thought I was doing this whole relationship thing all wrong.” 

That made sense. Why he was hellbent on taking things slow. Why it took a while for him to ask you to be his girlfriend. The overthinking caused delays. Caused self doubt and worry. If only you’d realised. 

You sighed softly. “I’m sorry if it felt like I was rushing you or being selfish.” 

“You weren’t,” he shook his head. “I just got scared.” He turned a little bashful then. “You’re my first serious relationship. Well, my first one altogether. I just wanted everything to be perfect.” 

Perfect. That word. Didn’t he already see it? 

You took his hand. “It’s already perfect.” You smiled when he looked at you. “I’m sorry I never told you. I thought it so many times.” In your head you thought you’d done so already. Maybe you had, he just couldn’t believe it. “You’re my perfect. Perfect for me. The only one I want. The only one I’ve wanted for a long, long time. Even if it took me a little while to realise it.” 

He looked a little guilty then, remembering part of your argument. “I’m sorry about that too. It just came out before I could stop it. I don’t hold that against you. How could I? I was just frustrated you didn’t believe I wanted you.” 

You believed him. He wanted you. When you kissed him next it was to give him everything you had. You clung to him and in turn he held you tight, but your mouths moved sweet and slow. It felt new all over again. 

“Not having sex was supposed to make things simpler not harder, but of course I was wrong,” he laughed after he pulled away. “I gave myself blue balls for no reason.” 

“Jinn,” you whined, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face in his chest. 

“What?” He played clueless. 

“Nothing.” You pulled away, rolling your eyes playfully. “If it’s something, I have come to admire your terrific strength. But, you did give me major blue balls too, so you should probably say sorry.” 

He hummed aloud, pretending to think. “I don’t think it’s called that for women.”

You whacked his shoulder. “Shut up.” 

“What?!” He sounded amusingly affronted. Nothing a hug couldn’t solve. 

You moulded yourself to his body, holding tight. He wrapped his arms around  your middle, kissing the top of your head. “We’re okay?” You murmured. It was pretty obvious, but verbal confirmation would be nice. 

“We’re okay.” He softly inhaled the scent of your hair. “I’m going to try and not let my insecurities get the better of me, because they’re not real.” 

You moved to smile up at him. “No, they’re not, but it’s fine. Next time you feel down, tell me.” 

He smiled back, kissing your lips. “I want to tell you everything.” 

“That’s funny, because I want to tell you everything too.” 

He laughed. “Okay. Can we start now?”

Narrowing your eyes, you felt suspicious. What was he after? “…We can. ” 

“Tell me if you already thought I was hot before we hooked up that first time.” 

Idiot. 

“Hm. Is that really important?”

“Very,” he punctuated with a kiss to your nose.

You spent the next couple of hours reminiscing. It was funny, you’d done this once before, but it wasn’t something you could ever get bored of. Thinking about where you’d grown from. Trying to pinpoint the exact moment you’d fallen for one another. It was fun. It made you happy. Sometimes nostalgia was your best friend. 

You’d been lying down for a while, natural progression, when Seokjin started to yawn. Hand up to his mouth trying to stifle it. “You’re tired,” you stated, lifting your head from where it had been resting on his chest. 

“Mm. I haven’t really gotten much sleep these past few nights.” 

The same had been for you too, but maybe you were still a little buzzed to start drifting off right now. You couldn’t force him to stay awake though. Not when his eyes were near closing. You tapped his chest. “Go to sleep.” 

He grumbled but didn’t fight. “Stay over?” 

“Okay.” It took you not even a millisecond to think of an answer. Nor did it take you even five minutes to change into one of his t-shirts. Before joining Seokjin in bed though, there was one thing you needed to do. “I’ll be back soon. Need to pee.” You whispered. He hummed in response. Poor guy was already half asleep. 

He was fully asleep when you came back, curled up on his side. You turned off the light and crept under the covers quietly, moving close and wrapping your arm around his body. You closed your eyes, wanting to sleep too but still a little wired. It was only about a minute later when Seokjin began to shuffle. 

“I wanna spoon you instead,” he more or less whined, twisting out of your grip. There was nothing wrong with that. You turned around immediately, grinning when he wrapped his arm around you, enveloping you in warmth. He laced your fingers together, tangled your legs, and kissed the back of your head. 

He attempted to move your hair out of the way with his nose, trying to find the skin of your neck to kiss too. Realising it was a little difficult he unclasped your hands and moved the strands down your back. He kissed the skin slowly. Sucking softly, sending light shivers up your spine. His hand rubbed and caressed your side, pulling you closer to his chest. 

“I thought you were tired?” You murmured, keening into his touch. 

He hummed into you, kissing across your cheek. “I power napped while you were in the bathroom.” 

You giggled, turning your head to reach his mouth. His tongue parted your lips before they could even touch, and it wasn’t long before you were on your back, his body pressed firmly into yours. You let your hands explore; up his back, over his shoulders and down his arms, gripping onto the hard muscle under that cruelly tight fitting top. Seokjin liked that. You feeling him up. Liked it when you moaned into his mouth. Against his tongue.  

He grew hard pretty quickly. You could feel it digging into your thighs as he rutted against you. Mouth now on your throat, his breathing getting heavier. “I think this is the perfect moment.” His mouth was wet, words trembling slightly. Arousal. Nerves. Probably both. 

There was silence as his words settled, just the noises of his kisses against your neck filling the air. He wasn’t letting up. You clutched at his face, lifting him up so you could feel his mouth on yours. “I think so too.” 

That was all he needed to hear. He picked up the pace, your mouths furious, gripping your hips as you spread your legs, one bent at the knee to roll into him more. You moaned in sheer longing when his hands pushed up the t-shirt. Hot fingers grabbing at your equally as hot skin. He was seconds away from tearing it off you when he stopped abruptly, pulling away slightly. 

It was dark in his room. Your eyes were slow to adjust. Too busy closed in pleasure. So you were confused, unable to read his face. Unsure what was wrong. “S-seokjin…?” 

There was a beat of silence and then– “I love you.”

You froze. Heart not beating anymore, you were sure of it. “What?” You were so flabbergasted it was all you could think to say. Surely you were hearing things. “Jin?” You were eager for confirmation. Sick of only seeing dark. Why was it dark at a moment like this? You wanted to see his face. Wanted to see his mouth when he said those three little words. “One minute–” you moved under him, stretching your body to reach the lamp on his nightstand. If you could just get some light. 

“Oh.” As you clicked it on the brightness blinded you. You blinked a few times, but still determined you stared straight at him. “What did you say?” 

He didn’t hesitate. “I love you. I’m in love with you.” You were speechless. “It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way yet. I don’t mind. I can wait—

“Of course I feel the same.” You reached out for him, wanting him close. 

“What?” It was his turn to sound baffled. 

“I love you too.” You kissed him, before laughing. “Of course I do.” 

“Really?” 

“Yes!” Did he want you to shout it from the rooftops? You would. You loved him. So much. Had for a while, you were sure of it. You were just… too scared? Oblivious? Who knew. But it didn’t matter anymore. There was a time when you’d been obsessed with idea of love, wondering when and how it would happen. You realised now the best kind was the love that had always been there. Slowly waiting for a chance to reveal itself. A quiet love. A subtle love. A true love. The love you had for Seokjin. 

“Yes,” you murmured against his lips. “I love you.”

You broke apart as he sighed in relief. “Thank fuck for that. I’ve wanted to tell you for so long but I was scared it would be too early.” You could tell he was nervous about it, his hands trembling. “I think that’s what was playing on my mind too–” He stopped himself, shaking his head. “Fuck it. I don’t care anymore. I have nothing to worry about.” He smiled at you, caressing your cheek and hair. “I’ve loved you for a really long time.” 

All you could do was smile back. So happy perhaps you could cry. You wouldn’t, but you could. You kissed the side of his thumb. “Then it would never be too early.” You think he understood the same went for you. You’d loved him for a while. 

He got you out of that t-shirt very quickly after that. Mouth on your chest, down your cleavage, wrapped around your nipples… Your breath was shaky as he hooked his fingers into your underwear. “Goddd.” 

He hesitated before he dragged them down. “Can I show you how much I love you?” 

“Please.” Your voice was a whisper. Couldn’t trust it otherwise. “Please.” Your underwear was already hanging from your ankle. You kicked them off.  

He looked down your body with a groan. He was a little impatient. A little frustrated. There was so much he wanted to do with your body, but he also just really wanted to be inside you. You could tell by the look in his eyes. You tugged at his sweatpants, helping him out. He was naked waist down immediately. Still in that evil top though. You ran your hands over his chest and down, fingertips brushing against his abs. “I kinda want you to keep this on. You look so good.” 

“I can if you want.” He offered, eyes wide in surprise. 

You contemplated for a moment before shaking your head. “No. Naked is better.” You wanted to feel his body against yours. It had been so long. 

All clothing now on the floor, he crawled over your body, feeling any part he could reach, mouth chasing yours. He brought a hand between your legs, realising how aroused you were already and groaned. He rubbed a little at your entrance but didn’t push inside. It was beyond frustrating, but you guessed he had other ideas.  

“Should I get a condom?” 

You giggled. “No, silly.” You were still on birth control, and if he wasn’t coming inside you, then what was the point? You cupped his face, kissing him sweetly and smiled. “You’re the best. I love you.” 

Before he could think of saying it back, you’d flipped him on his back. Not that he put up much of a fight. You straddled him. “Ughh,” he groaned again, snapping his hands on your hips. You grinded against him a few times , getting wetter and wetter, before taking his—perfectly hard—dick in your fist. You squeezed, then began to run your palm over him, right against the head as you angled him inside your entrance. He moaned this time, ever so slightly bucking up. “You wanna end me.”

Wrong. That wasn’t your intention at all. You wanted to give him all the pleasure in the world. You pushed down, over the first inch of his dick and kept on going. Only it was a bit of a struggle. You got about halfway when you had to pull off him and try again. 

Seokjin sat up easily, kissing you as he lightly teased you. “What’s up? Struggling?” By the smirk on his face you could tell he was loving it. Okay, Mr. Big Dick, calm down. “You can’t have forgotten…” 

“I haven’t.” You insisted, determined this time. You pushed down. “I just–mmph.” God. He felt so big inside you. Stuffed full and he wasn’t even all the way in. You bit down on your lip  and took a deep breath, pushing one last time, feeling him drag inside of you. You moaned loudly when he bottomed out. “Oh.” 

“Fuckkk.” Seokjin hissed, holding you tight. “Oh fuck.” Your wet warmth was too much to handle. Sensation something he’d missed so much. 

You slowly began to move, back and forth, getting used to him again. It was amazing. Even just this simply, but of course, as your pleasure rose, so did your need. “Lay down,” you requested, wanting him to just enjoy the ride. Quite literally. 

Sweaty thighs, ragged breaths, a squeaking mattress. It was just like the old times. Only this time there was a difference. Love. A love acknowledged and embraced. 

“Slow down.” Seokjin sounded fucked out already. Murmuring your name before sitting up again. He clung to your hips, trying to still your rhythm as you continued riding him. Riding the pleasure. “Baby. Please.” Despite near begging he wasn’t really doing much else to stop you. Mouth on your neck as he spoke. “Stoppp. I don’t want to cum yet.” 

“Why?” Honestly you didn’t give a damn if he came. You just wanted to make him feel good. 

“It hasn’t even been five minutes.” You could hear the pout in his voice. “Let me fuck you some more. Please. I just need a breather.” 

“Fine.” But you weren’t annoyed. How could you be when he whispered such casual filth? And how could you when he got you on your back, spread your legs and kissed between them. 

“Wanna make you moan,” he breathed against your core, lips already sticky. “Wanna make you cum.” 

It didn’t take long. He soon had you holding your breath and arching your back. Coming easily. Like he was showing off how well he knew your body. Cupping your ass as he pulled away, he kissed his way up your body. His dick still hard bobbed between your thighs, and of course he couldn’t take it. Had been a wonder how he’d slipped out of your warmth in the first place. 

He knelt up, adjusting himself between your legs. “You okay to carry on?” 

“Yes,” you murmured, almost dreamlike. “One hundred percent yes.” 

He took his time, revelling in the pleasure almost. Dipping inside of you and slowly pulling out until you couldn’t take it anymore. “Don’t tease,” you whined, brushing your hand down his chest. He listened. 

Only then he laid over you, lodging himself inside. As deep as he could get. Not wanting to leave your warmth. Soft and wet and to die for. He choked a little. “I could stay like this forever.” 

“Mm. I’m sure we can work with it,” you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. He began to thrust and that’s when you lost it. Moaning loudly. “Seokjin—!”

He thrust harder, spurred on. “Mm. Say my name again.” You did. “You can be a little louder, y’know?” 

“But Sandeul.” It was late now. The guy was probably in his bedroom next to this trying to sleep. 

Seokjin chuckled. “When did that ever stop us?” You blushed at past memories, pushing at his shoulder. “You’re embarrassed. Cute.” He ducked his head and kissed you. “He won’t care. He’ll be happy for us.” 

You rolled your eyes. Why yes, Seokjin’s best friend loved hearing him have sex. “You’re an idiot.” 

“An idiot you’re in love with,” he countered. 

Damn. He was going to use that against you every time now, wasn’t he? What had you gotten yourself into? You were about to say just that, to tease him, but he was fucking into you so fast now you pretty much choked on your words. He kneeled up a little, wrapping your legs around his waist and concentrated again on getting deeper and deeper. Hard, determined thrusts that became addictive and knocked the wind out of you. Well, until it felt like his dick was stabbing your insides. 

You pushed at his shoulder, wincing in pain and twisted your hips, stopping his next thrust from getting as far. He noticed straight away and pulled out of you, a little worried. “You okay?” 

“Your dick’s too big,” you whined, getting a little ticklish when he started peppering your cheek in kisses, chuckling lowly now that he knew you were okay. 

“See? You’ve forgotten,” he teased, tugging your earlobe between his lips. You wriggled, even more so when you felt his hand between your legs. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you used to it again…” He fell back on his side, essentially spooning you as the pad of his index finger dragged against your clit. “So wet,” he whispered in your ear, spreading your arousal around your core casually. He circled his hips into you, erection sticky between your ass. He groaned. “You’ve got me so hard. Can we go again?” 

“Yeah.” That was a certain yes. This time you weren’t stopping until he came. 

He gripped your ass, lifting one cheek up a little so he could find your entrance and push inside. Which proved fatal. “Oh shit,” he grunted, grabbing at the flesh like he was hungry. “Bad idea.” 

“I guess you’ve forgotten the power of my ass.” You wriggled it about just for emphasis and he groaned. 

“Impossible.” He lightly spanked it, sending you squealing but he held you tight. “It’s been plaguing my nightmares for months and months.”  

“Nightmares?!” You shrieked, but at that exact moment he pushed inside, slowly, indulging on every second. 

“You know what I mean.” His breath was hot in your ear and then his tongue curled inside the shell, sending you all a shiver.  

You really wanted to cum again. You wanted to cum with his dick inside you. Feel the warmth trickle into your veins and turn your limbs to jello. You were greedy. Greedy for the pleasure he gave you. The pleasure you’d been without for a long, long time. You quickly pushed your hand between your legs, where his hand been not minutes before, chasing your high quickly. 

Seokjin’s thrusts faltered when he noticed. Voice tight. “God. I missed you. God. I love you.” Nice to see he was still so easily ruined by the slightest of things. 

“Who’s God?” You joked, but rolled a little onto your back, arm reaching to hold his face. Your mouths met in a rush. The kiss messy. “I love you. Missed you.” 

“Yeah?” He panted. He was close. You knew it. Would never forget. “How much?” 

“You know how much.” You worked your fingers faster, just the sheer anticipation of Seokjin coming – inside of you at that, tipping you over the edge. By the time you’d finished your sentence, it was done. Body stiffening, insides tightening around his dick. “So much.”  

And that was it. Seokjin didn’t stand a chance. “I’m gonna cum,” he rushed, sounding almost panicked. Like it had washed over him all of a sudden. 

You moaned, gripping his arm, attempting to roll him on top of you. “Like this. Wanna feel you. See your face.” 

He listened. Body crushing yours as he thrust at an erratic pace. You wrapped your arms around him. Your legs too. Moulding your body to his as you watched his face, expression contorting with pleasure as he came. You moaned when he did, feeling his entire body stiffen, but so overcome he buried his face into the crook of your neck, riding it out with shaky exhales. 

It took a few moments for him to come to. For you both to come to, and you peeled away from one another as he lifted his head. It was an odd sensation. You wanted him back again. 

“I’ve gone dizzy,” he murmured, voice frail. “Shit. So fucking dizzy.” 

You giggled. He sure did look a little frazzled. Hair a mess, beads of sweat across his forehead. Nothing beat a sex workout. You thought he would agree. You kissed him, taking your time. “I love you.” 

“I love you too.” He smiled, eyes a little glassy. He ran his hands down your sides as he knelt up. You copied him, sitting up against the headboard. You sighed and ran your fingers through your hair. You thought you needed a shower. “Twenty minutes and I can go again. Maybe ten.” He informed you. Alright. Maybe the shower could wait… 

You laughed, taking one of his hands. “Okay, okay, don’t wear yourself out straight away.” 

He looked at you as if you’d forgotten something. “We’ve got like over a month of sex to catch up with. Well, technically, even more. But we might die if we try for that.” 

“Jesus Christ,” you exclaimed. “I’ve created a monster.” 

A vibration on his nightstand interrupted you. His phone. It must’ve been hanging off the edge because it fell to the floor. As Seokjin picked it up and opened his messages, you checked behind his shoulder. Mario was still facing the wall, thank god. He didn’t need to see all that, or what was surely about to come. A chuckle from Seokjin caught your attention and you glanced at him. He was looking at his phone. “What?” 

You leaned forward when he flipped the screen your way and skimmed the messages from none other than Sandeul. “Oh, God.” You muttered as you read, embarrassment back and shame tinging your cheeks. 

Sandeul (00:36am)  I hear you made up then 

Seokjin (00:36am)  🤗🤗

Sandeul (00:37am)  I’m sure I have earplugs somewhere.. Have fun! 

Written 2019-20. Reworked/Edited 2020 Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2020

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session 15 notes

Ok true crime as in my new addiction is true crime podcasts specifically about serial killers

Back to the session

 After getting a bit of a reality check from durnan about the supposed strength and power of the xanathar guild…

Protected our home w glyphs of warding

Last day of our contract

Spell is set to fade soon

Asyna is feeding ot

Ot looks at asyna like he's a cornered animal

"ot here's some meat"

Why is krystal roasting me about my lover

He wants poison

Ot is calling his jailers idiotic

Oh no aerana might be spilling beans

I really shouldn't be allowed to play games

Because I will always turn to the chaotic evil character

Aerana isn't giving anything up

Theo tells us about the plumbers who came over last night

Aerana is going to typ, rest of party is staking out house

Shifts to watch ot, adam takes front, asyna tower lookout (it's foggy tho so perception check at disadvantage, 9; city looks a little eerie in the fog)

Cel puts immovable rod across cellar door

Ot is suspicious whenever cel comes in

"you cannot fool me xanathar"

Cel making theo a new cloak

Ot asks cel when he'll turn him into dust

The xanathar can turn ppl into dust

Flare ?

Is flare the brain boy ?

I don't like the energy we've created around the word "enlightenment"

Cel rolls 18 insight check

Ot doesn't think cel is cel

Cel is gonna just vibe witth him

"WHEN U SLAY ME I WILL THINK NOTHING BUT HATEFUL THOUGHTS"

Sorry didn't mean caps but too lazy to fix

Everyone else

Adam in front hissing at neighbors and cats, 7

Hears pavement scuffle, someone approaches and reddish gtray beard person w non-descript gray cloak approaches; trench

Doesn't remember cellar and plumbers guild coming by night before

Trench says he can help

Help get bar open

Used to drink there a lot

Gets parchment and quill with ink

Rolls insight to see if bar was only thing he wasd interested in, 13, trench seems v interested

Works in surveillance, protection

Gives him cel and theo's name "5 copper please"

Gets 5

Adam picks his nose

Theo patrols entrances

13 for perception

Overlaps path w adam's

Aerana to typ

Afternoon when there

Similar pattern to those there; frequent patrons

"if I'm making up words, it's not really hitler"

8 perception

Place feels open, not as packed as it usually is

Still feel sensation of cold from the well

Wizard w pointy red hat a regular

You see goliath wizard talking to a dwarven woman

Aerana sees an elven man (bard) w "ugliest guy you've seen in your goddamn life" dom says but only after we point out he looks like legolas, tuning a lute

Sense you've seen him before

The wellllllllllllllllll

It is better told by a bard

Some patrons old and strange, others just like to drink

But ritual in the storytelling

Durnan built

Gwyliam

Talking in elvish

Place formerly not too populated

But one of durnan's ancestors came over to build upon it and discovered the well

Network of tunnels underneath

20 for history check

Familiar with some of what he's saying

Parents would throw you into the undermountain if you were bad

Undermountain = stirs weird memory in your head

Being told as a child stories of undermountain

Deep dark fearsome place

Mt waterdeep wizard came here once named hallister the black cloak

Hallister - ppl don't know where he was from / if he was real but legendary

Brought apprentices trained in magical arts

Tunneled on peak of mt waterdeep

Legend of undermountain could not be verified as truth

Durnan's ancestor came to typ

Climbed into well

"I wouldn't bring this up around him" - doesn't talk abt

When ancestor returned was fabulously rich

Split money with best friend

Built typ

Occasionally engages in ritual of going

No one truly knows what lies in undermountain but there's something there bc some return but most do not

"it might just be the sewer" - "but don't tell anyone I said that"

Differing renditions

Some say durnan was the one with magical powers and killed everyone in there, or more nuanced speaking only of tragedy of those who return who come back fearful or returning with smaller parties; others talk more of hallister and argue over his life; every night a different story

Ask if he knows anyone who's come back

Gestures to half-orc in corner playing variation of solitaire; great celebration when he returned, he came back with riches

He is a regular

21 history check

Undermountain

Familiar name

"Deepest dungeon of them all"

When sewers were built many passages abandoned bc other halls + passages found, many teams from cellars and plumbers guild died during construction of the sewers

Prisoners often thrown into "undermountain"

Says even tho he's here most days there's still stuff he doesn't understand about it; new community reforged every night

At some point durnan talking to wizard and having a conversation which is odd ? Eventually wizard looks at aerana (old man) skinny pointy red hat

Wizard squinting at aerana then turns back to conversation

Try talking to half-orc

Interesting plated beard almost like that on dwarves wrt ornamentation; jewelry running through it

Wiry half-orc

Not skinny but muscled

Weird tattoos covering one side of his face looking like they change a little bit

Balanced a little precariously

Ask if he wants to play a two-person card game bc he's playing solitaire

Ask for his favorite game, Skipper (slapjack)

Dexterity check

5, 20, 10

First round you lose, his fingers have strange looking rings beautiful but rough-worn bands of steel or other heavy metal

Second you win

Third round he takes

"say not many people can beat me in that game"

"luck favors the bold"

In the well

Hell but now look at him can gamble all he wants

City of balder's gate

Large city rough place to grow up

Turned into rough child living on streets

Says his name is Sand

Balder's gate warlords make life difficult so he decided to leave

Was found in youth by someone who turned his anger into smth holy

Ran into thieves and plunderers of forgotten relics, became brother and sister and decided to take on deepest dungeon of them all

Horrible things - asks if you've heard the song

The yawning portal song

Not many people know the full tale

Was taught to be skeptical (it's in his nature or maybe his name)

Not sure how long he was in there or didn't know when he was in there

No light

Tunnels are confusing and without it would've been lost; found room with throne with snakes for arms

Great hallway with ancient trap

Living things also in there; all manner of beasts and creatures; ppl don't come back bc of those

Killed goblins down there but after the things he's seen and after the things he'd had to do could've gone with killing a few more goblins

Advice ? Some will sell maps of what they found or what they think they've seen; anyone can tell u abt beasts down there

Durnan wouldn't lower us down

Durnan doesn’t send ppl to their deaths

Durnan lowers people he deems worthy

Strong brave smart fast bold enough or some combo

But even then not everyone comes back

It's a place of death

Not buying him lunch lmao

Has broken into dangerous old elf dungeons like in the ones up north and would do it again if he could unsee some of the things he saw down in the well

A place of death but things move in the shadows w tombs down there and tunnels for miles hallways great and tall, treasures, beasts keeping it for themselves

Ask about tattoos

Gift from master

The person who saved him in balder's gate

Steeped in magic of shadows

Powerful bc he is strong but qi is stronger still

Aerana gets back home but starts to rain heavily

Ppl still patrolling

Adam

Sees drow ? W purple colored eyes silver-ish hair hiding weapons under his cloak steps up and says "pardon me" and asks if adam's seen a cat

Large cat - would've know if saw it

Adam sends drow to trench

Adam gives him good up and down look, can he see weapons ? Carrying two cinotaurs ??? Sinotaur ???? Adam rolls insight for cat

14, seems like he's talking abt a cat

Heads off to trench

Asyna in watchtower guessing ppl's names

Cel and theo switch

Theo says hi to ot, ot curled up in corner

Whispers "hey ot what's up"

Says he should've gone with his gut on the day theo arrived

"dark elegance" "the way you glided into the room" - ot on theo

Ot says he knows how the xanathar pays theo

"I guess seeing you was a realization of my deepest fear" a fear he couldn't name or place or knew he had but out of the darkness theo stepped forward

"I'm curious . How long do you leave your victims like this"

Ot starts to cry and says he would beg her to keep him in this place

"this voice you're using I find it sweet"

"I just don't want to wake up before the end"

Theo is gonna get him food

"the poor dead tiefling told me yesterday"

7 insight

Theo does not know what's happening

Says the water theo gives him looks real

Looks at the wall drinks some water

"and it tastes real"

We kinda fucked ot up LMAO OOPS

"I know that you don’t have a heart… but if there's any chance that anything I've ever said or thought about you could take root in your soul"

Theo says she'll consider his request

Sits there for a half hour then asks if that's her real name

"nithlur" or smth like that

Nihloor

"where'd you hear that"

In his head lmao

What if this is like

A tapeworm

In his head

"what does knowledge taste like"

Asks if it's a feeling or a thought

Theo says it's a feeling

Ot says whatever knowledge is it's valuable to the right thing

Wonders if he can take a nap

Gonna take a nap

Adam forgot he made ott think he was dead

Aerana is taking over for theo

Adam takes first watch

Perception check, 22

Raining ohp so at disadvantage gotta do it again

New roll, 12

Rain is still falling

Hears a weird noise coming from outside the house

Uses thaumaturgy to boom voice saying "wake up"

Everyone sleeping wakes up

Goes toward sound

Hears weird growling noise

Goes semi-toward noise w pyrotechnics prepared; darkvision does he see anything

Sees shape

It's not the cat

Unfamiliar, looks like it's flying but more like it's floating

Bobbing up and down in air

Creature w large glassy eye and sagging mouth w lots of sharp teeth

Sticking out from form are eyes attached to a slug protruding off it w glassy eyes hanging off it

Intense stench making icky moaning noise

Adam shits his pants

It's big

The size of its mouth is human size

I've been listening to serial killer podcasts all day

[thebrightsun]

Heyo, i love love love love your writing!! Do you think you could do one with the Quote: the world is unfair, keep it locked out there (That's from one of the songs in heathers: the musical) For prinxiety please?? I would love you soooo much! And congrats to your followers!

((how many followers did I have when I had ppl give me quote prompts?,,,, it’s been too long,,,))

((thank you to @abi-is-personal and @i-love-bats for helping me to beta this oneshot!))

Pairing: Implied Prinxiety, Implied Roceit

TW: Violence. Implied Abusive Relationship. Blood. Let me know if there’s more and if I need to tag

Dust danced in the air, twisting with the blood and garbage that wafted from the alley. A dim streetlight loomed over from the far end of the street. Roman curled up next to the trashcan and hid in the shadow, shaking like a leaf despite the hot evening air. He covered his mouth with his bloodstained hand, not trusting himself to stay quiet. He couldn’t be found again… What he hoped was dishwasher detergent slowly climbed up his fancy outfit, and the poor prince was growing more and more uncomfortable as his clothes became increasingly soiled.

Then he heard something. Footsteps. Roman froze: he was far too familiar with those steady footsteps. He found him. He always did. Of course, he did. The prince teared up as the other slowly approached.

A pair of shiny leather shoes stopped in front of his hiding spot. The air was painfully still. “Well, well, well, is this what our naughty little prince has chosen as his new home?” The figure in front of him hissed, venom lacing his tone. It felt as if the world slowed down around them as Deceit kneeled in front of Roman. He tilted the prince’s chin to look into his unforgiving eyes, his scaly face reflected the cold light of the streetlamp.

Roman whimpered, weakly trying to pull back from the other’s hand. He already felt bruises forming under the tight fingers holding him in place. “Leave… Leave me alone…” he tried to sound brave—like how he had talked to the snake before—but his voice was barely a whisper.

“Pathetic,” Deceit snarled, his free hand curling into a fist. He swung suddenly, his fist slammed into the bridge of Roman’s nose. His blood splattered against the wall he was trying to cower against. Instinctively, Roman curled up even more, trying to protect himself from another blow. He tasted copper on his tongue when he licked his lips.

Deceit glared down coldly at Roman, his fist itching for a few more punches. How dare his pet run away from him?! Fire raged in his blood and boiled over until he only saw red. He grabbed the other by the collar and hauled him to his feet. The prince’s once pristine white outfit was already stained by dirt and grime from the garbage, the fresh blood mixed with both. “I guess I’ll have to teach you another lesson, huh?” He pinned Roman against the wall and snarled in his ear.

Roman cried out when his back collided with the wall, feeling the barely closed wounds on his back open again. He shook his head to clear his blurred vision and tried to pull himself off the ground, but he couldn’t free himself from Deceit’s grip. The other slammed his fist into Roman’s ribs. Pain tore across his torso as he took in a sharp breath. Before he could react, Deceit’s fist pounded his already beaten body, striking everywhere he could reach. His head swam in the dim light as darkness crept into the corners of his vision, he battled to stay awake. He wanted to live.

Suddenly, he was dropped. Roman winced weakly, feeling the pain pulsing from almost everywhere in his body. He thought heard someone fighting. He thought. He wasn’t sure anymore. There was too much happening, it felt like a light show from hell.

It was only a moment. Or maybe it was an eternity.

But slowly, the world fell back into place, and everything returned to the quietness of night. Roman remained curled up, not wanting to get hurt more than he already was. He hoped he was alone, he prayed he was alone. If Deceit left, he could be free.

“Roman?” A soft voice broke the silence in the alley, “it’s Virgil, can you hear me?” Roman felt a gentle hand landed on his shoulder, he jumped a little, expecting more pain.

Virgil forced his voice to stop shaking as he crouched in front of the fragile prince. The scene in front of him shattered his heart. His prince. His wonderful, brave, brilliant prince. His prince who once never feared a gentle touch, just flinched from fear under his hand. Virgil took another deep breath.

It was going to be okay. He saved him. And he would help him heal. He would help build his prince back up, just like he once did for him.

Roman lifted his from his arms to see his rescuer. It was Virgil. Virgil would never hurt him. He relaxed a little under the other’s touch, “Virge?” His throat burned from the incoming tears. The other smiled sadly and gently cradled him in his arm, almost like a parent hugging their child.

“It’s me, Ro,” Virgil mumbled, “can you stand? We need to get you fixed up.” He carefully wrapped an arm around Roman’s waist to support him. He frowned when he felt the prince’s ribs through his clothes; how did he get so thin? Virgil shook off his panicked thoughts while he helped the other hobble back to his home. Far from Deceit.

Roman was mostly silent as Virgil tended to his wounds. He winced slightly when the other touched one of the bruises or a too sensitive scratch, but otherwise he remained unresponsive. He was so exhausted, as if a thousand dragon-witches were dragging him down to the depths of hell.

“I don’t think anything is broken,” Virgil mused aloud, glancing up to Roman for a response, but he looked like he was in a trance: his eyes were distant and glazed over. Virgil coaxed a response by ever-so-gently tapping his shoulder and explained that he needed to get some rest. Roman nodded and followed the other to the bedroom he was almost too familiar with. It had been a long time since he was here, nothing really changed. It was good. Roman didn’t like change anymore.

Virgil led his prince to his bed, helping him lay down comfortably before curling up next to him. Not quite cuddling but close. He pulled up the comforter and gently tugged the other in, noticing he was still not fully present. “Just rest, Ro,” Virgil hummed quietly, feeling his throat closing. He softly cooed sweet reassurances to him, holding him closer when harsh sobs tumbled from Roman’s lips, “shh… just breathe for me, alright? Just breathe for me. You’re safe now. I’m here, I’m right here.”

And just like that, he held his prince close until the cries faded, and the tears dried. When silence fell upon the room, Virgil looked down at him. Roman was sniffling very quietly, his hands clung to the fabric of his savior’s hoodie, his head pressed against his chest, and their legs tangled. His ear was against his heart, listening carefully—as if he was making sure Virgil was real and he was truly safe. After a while, he relaxed, and his eyes closed.

“It’ll be okay now,” Virgil whispered, placing a gentle kiss on the prince’s forehead as he nodded off, “I’ll keep you safe.”

[asgardianfloozy-blog]

[Untitled] : Loki x Female Reader ⚡️ Smut ⚡️ Teaser

Summary: The Grand Master is tired of you sneaking around Sakaar without his permission or understanding of what you’re doing. Since you refuse to explain yourself, he’s sure he knows just how -or who- can get you to talk.

Warning: NSFW, smut, multiple orgasms... y’know how it is.

...

Your contemplation is interrupted as the invisible walls of your cell dim to a dark, cloudy gray and a figure appears as if through a mist. Interesting. You stretch your legs out in front of you, crossing them at your ankles, reclining for the next act about to unfold before you. Just a few feet ahead stands a vision in black and green, of alabaster skin, raven hair and a smirk nearly as enigmatic as your own. A vision of dark to light, stark and alluring. Interesting indeed.

He takes one step toward you and stops, breathing in a sigh punctuated by a playfully sinister laugh, echoing from the depths of his belly and hanging seductively in the air. He watches as gooseflesh erects like falling dominoes, trailing rapidly along your arms. He tilts his head and coos, “Right on schedule.”

You sit up slightly, raising your eyes to meet his and he smiles. “I’ve always had the ability to disarm even the most resolute of beings. But do tell me, pet: what is a striking young vixen such as yourself doing in a place like this?” You fight the urge to snicker and lose, a grin peels across your face. You retort, “Ah, Loki, Prince of Asgard. Flattery may get you all you desire back home, but I’m rather well versed in what you do.”

He takes another step forward, stopping at the pushback from the tip of his boot prodding the sole of yours. The thought of him being close enough to touch you begins to distract you from your trademarked stoicism. Better tread lightly. Don’t get cocky. Don’t lose your wits now. Don’t let him in your head.

...

Notes: I’m still deciding on a title and will post the rest of this (my first!) one-shot in the coming days, after the suspense builds a bit more. Things are that much more satisfying after you’re left wanting, right?

...And I just want to hear you say you want it.

;)

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Tagging everyone that interacted with my first post/mentioned interest in reading/ppl whose work I ADORE ❤️⚡️

@geekylaura3 , @little-moonbeam-666 , @marvelousdaydreams , @myattemptatfanfic , @sunflqweroses , @makesomebitcheskneel , @cherry-will-regret-this , @i-will-always-kneel-for-smut 💗❄️ @millie67 , @yzssie , @lokis-dirty-whispers , @lokispettigerr , @loki-smut-fanifics , @lokixreader , @lokihiddleston , @sleepless-nights-with-your-king

[ventrue-rosary]

33. This is gonna hurt. (bonus points if you make the two ppl partners :3 helping one another)

Thanks nonny! Autumn is my own, Kevir belongs to @theasexualityfandomI 

This one’s been sitting in my inbox for a while so have it in all it’s undrafted mediocrity 

Ko-Fi

Since that damn fireball Autumn had felt everything far too much. The pain, the loneliness, the guilt–it all piled up until it suffocated her, stealing her breath yet not having the mercy to kill her. She remained in the land of the living, dragging herself from day to day as the agony only worsened with each new morning without Winter, and with the words of her mother’s cruelty driving a dagger closer to her heart, inch by inch. Autumn wanted to feel something, anything else. 

Waterdeep fell victim to a hard winter, driving most people to seek the comfort of crackling hearths and bellyfulls of cheap ale, particularly at evening when even the water froze over. 

It is still a foolish thing to wander through the most dangerous areas of Waterdeep at this time of night, when only the vilest scums braved the cold winds in hopes of finding easy prey. Autumn normally is a far cry from easy prey. But without her weapons or a general regard for her safety, tonight’s a different story. 

Autumn walks without an exact destination in mind, winding through the streets and alleys, letting the cold night air burn her lungs and clear her mind, as much as possible as the sound of drunken voices and music stream from the various taverns and inns. She finds herself drawn to the a particularly raucous one, named The Weighed Anchor. From the open door pours out the orange light from the hearth and the many, many torches and candles lighting the interior. People laugh, talk and cheer, washing away the days worries with celebration. She wonders how many tankards it takes to reach such levels of elation. 

She steps inside, enjoying the rush of warm air, which caves to a small knot of anxiety as many eyes fix on her. Though small in stature, her wings and horns always draw attention. People part for her with nudges, whispers and more than a few snickers. She feels the swell of anger that simmers beneath her skin as she makes her way to the bar.

The barkeeper, a stout hardy human wearing a sleeveless shirt to reveal his heavily scarred, muscled arms to the world takes one look at her and snorts.

‘Think you’re in the wrong place, sweetheart. Castle district is that way.’ He points with the filthy rag he is using to attempt to clean the glasses. 

‘I didn’t come here expecting honeyed wine and polite company,’ she responds, hopping onto a bar stool. 

‘What are you here for?’

‘Looking to forget my troubles.’

He grins, revealing several missing and chipped teeth. ‘You’ve come to the right place.’

Autumn hardly every touches mugs of cheap ale. But tonight she chases them down one after the other, bearing with the grim taste as she looks to the bottom of her tankards for even just a shred of happiness that continues to elude her, but the more the collection of mugs grow, the less cohesive her mind is, and that helps. She finds her mind unable to really focus on anything other than how her vision has doubled and everything around her seems a might shinier. It hits her that now is the time to return home.

Autumn slips off the bar-stool–quite literally, falling face-first into the back of a burly human nearly twice her height and girth, spilling his mug of ale all over his and his friends’ front.

‘Oi, watch it,’ he growls.

Autumn mumbles a slurred apology as she sets out for the door when a meaty hand clamps over her shoulder.

‘What did you just say to me, freak?’

Autumn shakes his hand off. ‘That I was sorry, but I take it back because you’re, quite frankly, a jack-ass.’

His snickering drinking buddies quiet with one withering glare before he sets his sights back on Autumn, rolling up his sleeves to reveal impossibly large forearms bursting with veins and muscles.

‘Someone needs to teach you some manners, little bitch.’

Her irritation grows. ‘Look, I’ve had an unfortunate few days. Do yourself the favour of removing yourself from my company before you regret it.’

He breaks out in guffaws of laughter, clearly unimpressed. 

‘You’re cute, I’ll give you that. I’m still gonna smash in that pretty face of yours.’

Autumn swings first, before he even finishes his sentence. Her alcohol-addled mind misjudges the distance and her first comes up a few inches short. He grabs her wrist, pulling her forward into the knee waiting to slam into her abdomen. It forces a cough from her lips as the air is forcibly knocked out of her. An elbow right in the centre of her spine drives her to the ground, dizzy and nauseated.

‘Hey, no rough-housing in my bar! Take it outside.’

‘If you insist.’ His expression sounds rather smug as she physically lists her from the ground, carrying her through the parting crowd of spectators. Through pain-squinted eyes Autumn sees them cheer, pump their fists in the air or raise their flagons, yet none step in to help, or look even a fraction concerned.

His boot kicks open the door, and with a roar he hoists Autumn above his head before hurling her forward. She raises her wings to try and catch herself midair and swing herself back to attack–big mistake. The momentum of the throw right in the direction of the blowing wind sends her careening into the side of a building rather than a harmless slide down the alleyway, her wings still outstretched. They strike against hard brick and mortar first with a series of sickening cracks that prelude the burst f agony spiderwebbing across her wings and spine. She can’t even scream through the pain, just breathless gasps as the pain continues its merciless onslaught. She crumples onto the ground, rolling on her front to take the weight from her broken wings. 

A series of feet and fists strike her like hammers, but she barely feels the initial impacts over the throbbing back pain, but it is enough for her mind to mercifully shut down.

‘…jy? Dajy!’ A voice calls her to consciousness, but with the spreading soreness across her entire form, she wishes they wouldn’t.

She groans, and tries to roll onto her back from habit–then quickly returns to her side with a cry. Her eyes flutter open, feeling the sting of the cold morning air. Kevir hovers over her, his face managing a weak smile when their eyes meet.

‘Dajy..I was so worried. You were missing all night.’ His fingers trail lightly over her arm, her shoulder, just stopping shy of her wing joint, where her wings both lay pathetic and broken. His expression forms into a snarl. ‘Who did this to you?’

Autumn tries to recall faces, but she can;t. Just muscled arms and mocking laughter. She swallows thickly, her mouth tasting thoroughly awful and dry as carpet. ‘I–I don’t know. Dock ward scum.’

‘If I ever find out who, so help me god…’ Kevir gently encourages her in a sitting position. ‘Can you stand? We should get you home.’

She meekly nods, and with Kevir’s help finds her feet. Her head swims and spins, pounding like a blacksmith’s hammer on an anvil. She lulls against him for support with a dazed moan. She half expects a witty joke accompanied by an easy grin, but he merely winds an arm around her waist and helps her on the long walk back to their manor.

Due to the early hour, they are the only two awake–a small mercy she is thankful for. Kevir sets her down on a chair close to the dying embers of the fire.

‘I need to set the bones before I heal you. I won’t lie, dajy, this is gonna hurt.’

He steps behind her. Autumn’s hands grip the sides of the chairs tightly in preparation.The wood nearly buckles under her grip as he forces the bones of her ings into their proper position. She hears him whisper words of encouragement and affection, yet they are lost behind her howl.

A warm sensation eases the pain as he uses healing magic to mend her injuries, and she softly sighs in utter relief.

‘Thank you, dajy,’ she whispers softly, nearly collapsing back into the chair, her head lolling to rest on the back of it. Kevir comes to stand in front of her, placing a soft kiss on her brow.

‘Of course.’

Footsteps announce the arrival of a sleep-dishevelled Gar as he fixes them both with a half-amused, half-exasperated look. ‘Guys, I’m thrilled for you and all but if you could practice you’re kinky, noisy sex out of ear-shot of the rest of us, that would be great.’

[crowned-ladybug]

I was gonna just reblog my post from last night with this but then it turned into a half-assed, not really good 1.4k word fic. So imma just drop it under the cut here

(In other words, Rivals AU Marvin has pet names he only ever calls ppl when something is very, very wrong. And here’s an example for that)

Warning for potential character death or how do you say it nicely.

Jackie and Marvin are out on a mission again, trying to track down Anti, that elusive little shit. It’s kinda hard to do when you have some damn dedicated monsters chasing you, too. So they do the stupid thing every horror movie protagonist does - they split up. They need to cover more ground and split the attention of their pursuers. Not having to constantly stay near each other might make them faster, too.

They talk through dollar store walkie-talkies that Marvin had enchanted to be a little bit more than just “barely functional”. They all wish they had a decent tech guy on the team.

Of course splitting up wasn’t a good idea. Marvin takes a wrong turn somehow and runs into a dead end, and he’s cornered. No windows to jump through, no fences to climb. He’d be shot out of the sky the moment he tried to fly. There’s nothing but solid walls and a tight group of monsters closing in on him, and his frozen mind high on adrenaline that might just not let him teleport at all.

But teleporting is his only option, and so teleport he will. Maybe. Possibly. And if it doesn’t work, he might as well make it count for more than just weakly falling into the hands of the enemy.

His gaze never leaves the slowly approaching pack of monsters, clearly sure that they’ve already won, as he raises the walkie-talkie to his mouth and presses down the button on its side. “Hey, Jackie,” he says, and he tries not to think about how, if things don’t go his way, this could be the last time he says that name out loud. “Sup?”

Jackie sounds downright cheery when he responds. Marvin is glad. He loves hearing he’s happy. “I’m all good! No sign of Anti yet, but I think I managed to lose most of these assholes,” he sounds a little out of breath, but otherwise he doesn’t seem to be lying about being okay. Good. “I pushed two into a pool and they just exploded! I think they might not be great fans of swimming.”

There’s an odd tension building inside Marvin. There’s a lump growing in his throat, but he swallows it and talks over it. His hands feel numb. “That’s great, sweetheart.”

Jackie feels like his heart stops then and there. Sweetheart. He recognises that word, it’s like an alarm blaring in his ears. Marvin never calls him “sweetheart” unless something is very, very wrong. And in their current situation...very, very wrong could mean the worst.

“Marv-...”

“I love you.”

The walkie-talkie clatters on the ground, but the noise is drowned out by Jackie’s terrified screams coming through the cheap speaker, distorted and too high-pitched. Marvin is already running towards the monsters cornering him - either a great, heroic act, or his demise. Or both.

He discharges his magic in an explosion of fire and lightning and deadly power, and he desperately grasps for that feeling of being nowhere that means he’s teleporting. That his plan ended with the less unfortunate alternative.

From somehow still only a couple streets away, Jackie hears the crash all too clearly.

Jackie’s legs feel weak as he takes off towards the slowly ascending cloud of smoke that’s left after the explosion. God, please let it be not the only thing left. Please.

Rationally, he knows that an explosion of that magnitude, a discharge of magic with so much power could never leave someone right in the middle of it intact. But his heart hopes. And he’s always been one to listen to his heart.

He stops dead in his tracks when he feels something - the faintest static in the air that he’s learned to pick out from all of his other senses. It means someone has teleported near him. Part of him knows he shouldn’t hope, that his high-strung senses could easily be mistaken or that it might just as well be Anti coming to kill him. But he still hopes.

His knees almost give out as he turns around, searching. And even though he feels like he’s about to pass out and the world around him is blurry seen through his tears, he instantly recognises the figure standing near the end of the roof he’s been running across, clad in the pitiful, singed remains of some fancy outfit, swaying slightly with exhaustion.

His shout of pain and relief only makes it out as a weak sob.

He crashes into Marvin, and poor guy would just fall right over were Jackie not already holding him so tight. He finally starts crying properly, with gross, loud sobs that sound almost like muffled screams, his face pressing into Marvin’s shoulder, not caring that he can barely breathe. He doesn’t have time to care about air right now.

Marvin is shaking. His adrenaline rush has worn off, and the realisation that he almost died is slowly setting in. It’s terrifying. More terrifying than running at a pack of monsters with all his magic at the ready, with the possibility that he might go down with them. Because then he didn’t have time to think, and now he does.

He finally starts crying. It starts with a high whine in the back of his throat, and once it does, it just doesn’t seem to want to end. He would collapse and curl in on himself were it not for Jackie holding him up with ease, and so he just holds onto him like he’s his lifeline. He wants to tell Jackie that he’s sorry for scaring him, he’s so sorry, he wants to swear that he didn’t want to hurt him, that he loves him so much. He’s scared, so scared, he wasn’t as scared as he should have been back there and he’s sure as Hell making up for it now. He just wants to go home.

He extends a bit of what little magic he still has to hang onto Jackie’s vitals – his fast heartbeat, his erratic but slowly calming breathing, a steady stream of input that reads alive. It helps calm him down.

Jackie is the one calm enough to talk first. His painfully tight grip on Marvin loosens to be, well, not as painful. He’s still crying, tiny hiccups shake his shoulders every now and again, and Marvin can feel the wetness of his tears against his neck when Jackie turns his head.

“It’s okay,” his lips brush against the skin of Marvin neck as he talks, and normally Marvin would laugh. Not this time. No matter how soft and sweet his words are, they seem to have the opposite effect than intended, because Marvin’s whining sobs don’t cease and his arms only tighten around him. “We’re okay.”

They really aren’t, though.

But eventually, through Jackie’s steady stream of reassurance and “I love you”s and his fingers tracing infinite patterns into his back, Marvin runs out of tears to cry. He’s left with nothing but a headache, a dull pain in his chest, and seemingly never-ending hiccups. He looks like as much of a mess as he’s feeling – his clothes singed, burns and scratches lining his skin, his hair completely loose and dangling around his face in annoying, messy strands.

And Jackie still looks at him like he’s the greatest treasure in the world, the greatest treasure he’d almost just lost.

“C’mon, we should go home,” he whispers gently, waiting patiently until Marvin lets him leave his embrace on his own. “Anti can wait.”

Marvin nods, feeling numb and strange, but then he shakes his head to another thought. “I’m sorry...”

Those are the first words he’s managed to say since the explosion, and Jackie feels like he might just start crying again. He’s still holding one of Marvin’s hands, and now he raises it to his lips to kiss his knuckles. “I don’t know what happened or why, but I trust you. Whatever made you do what you did, we can talk about it later. You don’t have to apologise,” he takes a step back and gives Marvin’s hand a gentle tug. “Come on. Let’s go home.”

And they do. Shakily and leaning onto each other, tired senses still sharp searching for danger, but stopping every once in a while to hug each other properly or share a few kisses, they do.

[sunnysidewrites]

Wolf!Woozi

Requested by anon: OKAY SO IVE READ YOUR WOLF AUS AND I DESPERATELY NEED A WOOZI WOLF AU PLEASE I LOVE YOUR WRITINGS SO MUCH ASDFGHJKL 💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘

Requested by @missspookyskeleton: I'M GONNA REQUEST IF YOU'RE TAKING REQUESTS BUT TAKE YOUR TIME HONEY *slams hands on a table that randomly appeared, grabs the mic that also magiclcally appeared and breath in really loudly (ew gross)* wolf!woozi PLEASE THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE YOUR BLOG THERE'S NOT ENOUGH WOOZI OKAY BYE

okay this turned out alMOST AS LONG AS WOLF!WONWOO AND IM SCREAMING BC THAT WAS SUPER LONG SO??? GET READY TO READ A LONG SCENARIO AGAIN Y IKE S but anyways this is what yall have been waiting for since last month whOOPS IM SORRY!! here it is happy reading my children!!! <33333

warnings: this is a piece of garbage like wolf!wonwoo, brief mentions of gore but its barely anything bc i dont like gore/horror, mentions of violence, lots of flashbacks whOOPS, lots of vanilla ice cream!!!

His eyes are trained on his opponent sitting directly across from him

“Your move,” his voice drops an octave, a slight edge detected in it

The other man’s hands remain clasped in his lap until he slowly stretches one out

His eyes follow the man’s hands with bated breath as he grasps the smooth marbles in his fist

“No, no…. nO!!”

“hA I WIN AGAIN”

“GODDAMMIT,” he frustratingly runs his fingers in his blonde locks

“You guys really need to chill,,,,, it’s just mancala,” Seungcheol calls over his shoulder in the back of the room as he reads the papers

“Okay grandpa,,,, you’re no fun,” Jeonghan retorts, a sly grin on his face, “and don’t be so pouty, Jihoon”

“Whatever,” Jihoon mumbles as he and Jeonghan put away the board in its box, “there’s not much we can do if we’re in this dump so might as well do something a little less boring, like reading the news”

“Hey! I’m scouting for updates on our pack, you ungrateful punk. Need I remind you guys why we’re here in the first place?”

“To protect us from the hunters and keep a low profile,” everyone chorused

“Huh. Nice to know you punks are listening,” Seungcheol clucks his tongue and resumes scanning the pages

“Anyways, Jihoon and Wonwoo are gonna be the ones to restock our food supply today. You know the drill”

“Ugh fine,,,,,” Jihoon grabbed his coat on the rack while Wonwoo set aside his latest novel on the table

After securely placing a beanie all the way to their ears with a hoodie on top of it, they set out

“We look ridiculous,” Jihoon sighs

“C’mon, we have to do it,,,, and plus we can use the cold weather as an excuse,” Wonwoo reminds him

Jihoon merely shrugs and darts his eyes around the store as they round the corner, “let’s just get the stuff and leave”

When jihoon and wonwoo are lined up in the checkout aisle, jihoon suddenly hears a small gasp

“Oh my god. You got the last vanilla tub,,,,”

He turns around and sees someone pouting, pointing at the ice cream on the conveyor belt

His initial thoughts were wow. How cute -- wait we really need to lEAVE

Jihoon: *sigh* do you want it?

And your eyes liGHT UP LIKE RECEIVING A GIFT ON CHRISTMAS DAY

“But… you’re literally just about to buy it….”

“It’s fine, you’re the one who wants it more out of the both of us” he says as he screams internally

“I feel bad though,,,, ahh just forget I said anything,,,,”

Too late, he’s already thrusted it in your hands

By this time Wonwoo is looking at him expectantly with an eyebrow raised, the groceries in his hands already

He sighs again and blurts out, “if you really feel bad just take it and don’t say another word.”

He grabs the other grocery bags and leaves you staring at the tub

Hm, hoodie boy sure is grumpy, you note as the cashier scans your items

Jihoon and Wonwoo arrive back at the rundown storage warehouse lmao i know how cliche???

“Here’s your feast,” jihoon says, dropping the bags on the table

Everyone scrambles to snatch a bag of chips or the assorted candy

Joshua and vernon are like,,,, where’s the vanilla ice cream

“Jihoon gave it to some other person,” Wonwoo nonchalantly mentioned as he put the other dairy and red meat products in the fridge

Everyone freezes and stares at Jihoon

“He gave up… vanilla ice cream?”

Jeonghan is like um what jihoon being generous??? And sharing vanilla ice cream out of all things???? What happened to him

“Stop making such a big deal,” Jihoon says, exasperated as he situates himself in front of the bookshelf, “seemed like they wanted it a lot more so I just let them”

Seungcheol clears his throat and tells everyone to go back to what they were doing

He quietly approaches Jihoon and stands next to him to also “browse” the shelf

“You know why the guys are like that, Jihoon…. You know better than anyone else,” his voice drops to a barely audible whisper

Jihoon drops his eyes briefly and slightly nods, “I know… I know.”

Seungcheol sadly smiles at him and claps his shoulder, “We’re just looking out for you. That’s all we do around here, so don’t get too riled up by their antics. They have good intentions. We’re just worried about you.” He lightly pats his shoulder and leaves

Jihoon grabs a random book and settles on an old leather couch fully knowing he’s not gonna read a word of the novel he’s opened up

All he can do is try not to think about Vanilla Tub Stranger

And brush off the uneasy stir of his stomach every time he does

You go to the supermarket weekly in hopes of meeting Jihoon along the way again

And little do you know he starts to volunteer getting the food more

The guys: we see u jihoon

Jihoon: what i just wanted to,,,, get some cheese

“We’re eating steak though???”

“Shut up mingyu i’m not making you that grilled cheese then”

“???? i make those for you while you stand there and complain”

But alas!!! You guys don’t meet anymore :(((

You end up going at different times than him but it's sO CLOSE YET SO FAR

Like an hour after he leaves you enter smh

But you notice that every time you go to the ice cream aisle, there’s always one vanilla tub,,,, coincidentally,,,,

Jesus christ how many vanilla tubs do ppl buy in this au

And you can’t help but to smile to yourself

One day as you’re walking down the street you spot a familiar blonde haired boy

!!!!! it’s hoodie boy!!!!

You’re nearing each other and you smile really widely and put up your hand to wave at him

But he simply ignores you and strides right past

You’re like,,,, what,,,,, did he not remember me?

You turn around and tug on his arm

“Hey you’re hoodie boy from the supermarket right?”

He still avoids eye contact and remains stiff as cardboard

“,,,,I don’t know what you’re talking about”

“You offered me your vanilla ice cream??”

“Must have been someone else; doesn’t ring a bell,” he coldly shakes you off and stalks off

You stare at him until his back disappears around the corner of the street and you’re a deflated lil puppy :(((

Jihoon is hiding behind the nearest building, his balled up fist on the wall

“This is for the best,,, this is for the best for the both of us,” he keeps repeating

The slight worry your voice hinted, the anxious look in your eyes,,,,

It was too familiar

Jihoon only shook his head and continued on his way

He was using that day to clear his mind since there wasn’t anything really major happening

Plus he kept thinking about you

It was well into nighttime and he decided to take a detour back home

You had to run to the supermarket really quickly for a last minute meal

You ran out of ramen packs and needed to hit up the closest store

You were skeptical of going out late at night without another buddy with you but you really needed food and had to continue studying asap

“It’ll just be for a little while,” you calm yourself as you’re grabbing your coat and keys

You successfully go to the convenience store a few blocks down and you’re on your way back when the hairs all over your body start tingling

You turn around but you don’t see anyone and you’re just like,,, yI KE S and start power walking

You’re walking a little inward where a good amount of trees surround you but you can still see the city on your left

You still have one or two more blocks left when someone drAGS YOU to the side and pins you against the closest tree trunk

“You won’t scream if you know what’s good for you”

You’re just frozen in shock and terror, your arms held on top of your head and your breath hitched in your throat

The man lets out a low chuckle at your fear

“Don’t be scared… it’s just protocol,” his deep voice sends shivers up your spine as he traces your face and neck with his hand

You just want to punch this jerk and use your pepper spray but he has too much of a strong grip on you

You lift your leg to knee him but he easily stops it with a hand

“Ah ah, don’t hurt the goods,” he laughs disturbingly similar to shattered glass

You turn your head and bite down the arm that’s pinning your arms and now he’s like ok looks like we’re gonna have to do this the hard way

“You just won’t stay still, will you? This should do the trick,” he menacingly cackles as he pulls out a blue fluid glowing in a syringe

He jams his arm up your neck so you don’t easily escape and to stop whatever screams that may escape

Your eyes widen and you’re about to blindly kick his legs when the syringe gets dangerously closer to your neck

“Just… hold… still!” He presses you more against the wall as you squirm more under his touch

You can feel the needle on your skin and he’s about to push the plunger but one second your oxygen circulation is cut off and the next you hear a grunt

You can only look down at your feet where the predator is now at, holding his side

A boy is bent over the body and spits out, “still taking orders from that crap boss you have?”

“Jihoon… We meet again.”

“Like the first time wasn’t enough. Looks like you never learn from your mistakes”

“That girl didn’t have a chance anyways. Now look at where she is now,” he sneers

You see the boy’s frame tense up and his hands balling up

“Guess we’ll just have to pick up where we left off,” the boy smirks

And right before your eyes he goes from a two legged human to a wOLF ON ALL FOURS

And the man does the same thing and you’RE LIKE W HA T THE

You can’t tell who launches at who first but you’re just like o KA Y I GO TT A JET AND STUDY BYE

You’re sprinting across the dirt when one of them stops in your way and you can’t tell which one it is

He’s growling at you, his eyes gleaming in bloodlust that would match his red coat if his eyes could change color

You back away and you turn in a different direction but the other one is there too and you’re like oH JESUS CHRIST COME ON

The first one tries lunging at you but the other one tackles him first

“At each other’s throats” has never been so literal,,,, and gory yikes

The fight just continues on like that for what seems like half an hour but is probably just ten more minutes

Every time you turn to escape someone is always stOPPING YOU AND YOU’RE LIKE P L S OH MY GOD

“sTOP BLOCKING  MY WAY AND CONTINUE FIGHTING EACH OTHER I HAVE TO STUDY”

You hear one of them snort and you’re like um excuse u. I have ramen and i’m not afraid to thROW IT AT YOU

The one with the light brown fur is lowkey rolling his eyes at you

“Ok well if y’all are done fighting i gotta get home lmao so can you like,,,,, move”

Both of them revert back to their human form heavily panting

Bruises and scratches scatter all over their bodies with some black eyes and swollen cut lips

“F...fine… you’re not even worth it,” the man mutters and struggles to get up

It takes him a while to leave and you tentatively crouch down next to the blonde boy

“Okay i have absolutely no clue what just happened but,,,, thank you”

He coughs on his side as he weakly responds, “just go home. You weren’t supposed to see any of that, and now you might even be more in danger”

“.....hoodie boy?” you’re taken aback as the guy who so generously gave you up his dessert is now beaten up on the ground

“.....Go. Home.”

“But your wounds,,,,”

“We heal fast.” And sure enough you can see the majority of his scrapes and scratches slowly disappearing

“You at least owe me a good explanation to what just happened back there”

“Don’t worry about it. Go home. Now. And that’s not a suggestion”

“Just tell me--”

“I can’t have you ending up like her!”

And his tone just leaves you speechless

The amount of emotion that surged in just those words,,,,,

“I can’t…. Let that happen to you….” he says much softer

After a moment of silence, he continues

“He turned her into a wolf,,,, and brainwashed her into entering his pack. Once she had done all the orders, they disposed of her. Drained out all of her blood for their own meal and discarded her body in front of my pack’s doorstep.”

“But she was your,” you pause and try to grasp for the proper term, “love and i’m just,,,, someone who you gave ice cream to. Why are you so concerned?”

“,,,,,You’re Y/N, right?”

You’re like ??? how did you know

“You helped us out a lot. Donating food, blankets, utensils,,,, you were also the person who made us that special soup when all of us fell ill to the virus, right?”

You’re racking your brain bc you don’t remember doing that at all

But then you’re like,,,, wait a minute

“Hey, y/n, can you make that soup of yours?” Your family friend asked you, “I know a bunch of people who got sick and the cure for it needs a lot of ginger, which you incorporate so nicely without making it overbearing”

“The same guys are in refugee right now,,,, they’re just all over the place trying to seek shelter.” “Oh, they can have a couple of spare blankets I have and some plates and bowls.” “But,,,, you’re living here by yourself,,,,” “No biggie, I don’t even use half of these!” You say as you’re already dumping 4 blankets in her arms and packing a good chunk of your utensils in a bag. “Plus, you needed someone to do something, so you came to me, right?”

She only smiles to herself. “It’s no wonder he’s so smitten by you…”

“You were a part of that group?”

By now he’s healed considerably and begins sitting up and leans against the trunk

“She would always tell me to look out for you when she was unable to because of her work”

“Did you scare off those kids who picked on me?”

“Correct”

“Did you drop off my USB in the office that one time I had a presentation and forgot it?”

“That’s right”

“Did you coincidentally buy those shoes I told her I’ve always wanted?”

“U-um…. No. Okay maybe”

You laugh in spite of yourself

“Guess I finally see you as a woman now”

You stiffen at the familiarity of those words

“Jihoon, when will you see me as more than just a little sister?” you pout

“I don’t know shortie, maybe when you can take care of me?” he ruffles your hair

“Just wait until I’m able to buy a house and have a lot of money!”

He laughs and shakes his head, “we’ll see, shortie ;)”

It only hits you now that this is the same jihoon who you lost in touch after all of these years, the one who was always in the back of your mind

Wow he glowed tf up

“That…. That was when we were little kids”

“Yeah,,,, i never would have admitted it but i liked you, lopsided pigtails and all”

You notice the past tense and you look down

“....Liked? But you just said….”

“That’s right, liked.” He gently reaches out to grab ahold of your face

“Because i realized that,,,,,, i might be in love”

As you stare in his resolute eyes, you’re suddenly getting a wave of nostalgia

The same eyes who would only look at you jokingly to tease your choice of clothes

Or how you couldn’t tie your shoelaces

They’re now looking back at you with newfound feelings

Or maybe they’ve always been there

“I pretended to not recognize you because well,,,, i didn’t want you to be caught in this but looks like it’s a little too late for that. And you’re wrong”

You cock your head to the side, “about what?”

“You called her my love. If she was really my love, I wouldn’t do this”

And you’re like do what--

And he seals his words wITH A K I SS

IM SCREAMING

You’re like O H W HAT IS HAP PENI NG

But you realize that this is literally what you have been waiting for all your life

You’re kissing him back fervently, your hands gripped tightly on his shoulders to reassure yourself he is not a dream and he’s actually real and this is actually happening wo w o h go d

You’re both panting when you break away

“Wait but who’s the shORTIE NOW”

“shUT UP,” he pouts and pulls you in agAIN

[otakurandomness]

ah kay refined a draft bit, i showed it to my writing class and a lot of ppl really liked it xD

i was so surprised they did and it was the first time i showed something i worked hard on, and a lot of ppl like it, it was a great feeling, and i was kind embarrassed and couldnt stop smiling all day lol xD anyway here it is if anyone wants to read it 

Do you hear voices? Do you hear them whisper? Like me? No? I wonder... Hey, tell me... what makes for a great story? Does one need be a genius to make a masterpiece? Do masterpieces need to be hanged upon a wall? Do walls need to be built to separate space? Space… I wonder...Space…Us...It all starts to make sense...doesn’t it? Ah you’ll understand won’t you, in time you’ll understand, you’re still reading after all, right? I only ask that you read carefully, you might just miss something.

♛|♙♟|♕

“Hannah? Hannah Rodriguez?” I hear a woman calling my name. “Yes?” “You’re assigned to John Mcallen, here’s his file, he’s in room 715, up the elevator down the left corridor.” I smile and joke “Thank you, I’ll try not to get to lost.” She hands me the file and asks “Ah, new here?” “Kinda, I’ve been working mostly in the PTSD and Substance abuse sections in the left ward, I haven’t worked here yet, I just got transferred.” She looks at me, pauses to think for a moment and says “Well, it’ll take some getting used to...schizophrenia can be very unpredictable, and very different than what you’ve dealt with so far, I’m sure you’ll find your way around though, we all do.” I nod, start to turn and walk toward the elevator “I understand, and thanks again, I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

I go up to the 7th floor, and take that left, I can’t help but notice how different this building looks compared to the other one, it’s a lot older since it been around since the 1880s and with it’s new remodeling, it strangely looks home like. I walk down the hall skimming his file, I see the words, Temperamental; Unpredictable; prone to repeated active episodes. The numbers 715 finally come up, I try to prepare the best I can, shake out the nerves and start to knock.

“Mr.Mcallen? I’m Hannah, I’ll be your new nurse, would it be okay if I come in?”

Some sounds of frantic shuffling, of moving things about are heard within the room and after a short while, a man with a panicked yet polite tone in his voice, finally replies “Ah yes Hannah Rodriguez,  yes, yes, come in, come in, please make yourself at home.”

I used my staff key to unlock the door, and step slowly in the room, so to not startle him “Hi, Mr. Mcallen, I hope we can get along, I’ll be here if you ever need anything”

“Yes, t-thank you” He says softly while fidgeting, moving his head about and rubbing his hands together. Looking at him, he seems about 50 with his mostly gray but occasional black strands of hair and a long salt and pepper beard; he seems as tall as me, but he’s hunching and his head keeps looking down. I look at his file again, words that caught my eye were Hears voices, Obstructed sense of reality, and Episodes triggered by delusions of “The End”  perplexed I ask him “Hey do you mind if we talk for a bit? So we can get to know each other.”

“Oh, no, no, no, I-I don’t mind, I already know so much about you, it’s only fair.” he say  while elaborately gesturing me to a chair next to the tv.

“Oh, have they told you about me before I came?” “They who?” he asks, eyes widen “Which they?” I worry he’ll get upset if I push any farther, so I try to change the subject “So, it says here-” “Ms. Rodriquez? It’s time to distribute the medication, could you come help?” It’s the woman from before, “Yeah, I’ll be right there. Okay we’ll talk some other time Mr. Mcallen”

♛|♙♟|♕

Do you know what is real? I don’t. I’ve been told nothing is. The voices...I wonder...What is one’s destiny? Does destiny mean fate? Is all things predetermined? Predetermined to be as they are, even if all is not real? Tell me are stories real? Do you believe in stories? Are you still reading? Listen, there are voices here, if there are none there then...I wonder...what makes for a great story? One, another could believe? Or one, another could never determine? Are you still reading? Still following along? Good, I hope you enjoy, here’s the next part.

♛|♙♟|♕

“Hey, Hannah do you hears voices?” John asks me while looking out the window lost in thought. I pause for a moment from folding clothes and sheets. “Sometimes, just my own though, sometimes all talking at once, it happens when I get overwhelmed and can’t think straight.”

“What do they say?” John asks “All kinds of things, my worries, my dreams, my fears, that of kind thing.” He looks, staring off mindlessly, solemnly, almost in a trance. “How about you, John?, do you hear voices?”

“Yes, yes, I do...” he answers as he puts his hand over the glass, tracing the rains drops on the window

“What do they say?” There’s a long silence where only the ambiance of rain and thunder conversate.

“They talk about The End. They talk about how it’s almost time. They said you coming, meant The End.” His tone being so calm and matter-of-fact, it took me aback. His posture and speech being so uncharacteristically composed, gave me for some reason a slight feeling of dread, for some reason I believe him.

On break I search through his file again. I find out that he was a physics professor at Yale; His symptoms didn’t show until he was in his early 40s...that’s uncommon, for males, usually the illness manifests in their early 20’s, I’m sure though that doesn’t mean anything. I read more thoroughly this time and come across the section where his therapist leaves notes.

A year go: Delusions of hearing other people's thoughts; 6 months ago: Has a fragile perception of the world, and in turn believe it will End, 2 months ago: Hallucinations becoming more frequent, has become more nervous and paranoid. I don’t understand...maybe I need to talk to him again, that’s the only way to know what he truly meant.

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I walk in the next day, I think about what he said; I don't know why but it shook me, what’s the end? Why does me coming here...mean the end? There must be at it’s core a truth within those delusions, some kind of logic it to it… there must be.

Knock Knock “Morning John, mind if I come in to chat for a bit?”

He looks at me with clarity and says “You’ve come to know the truth, haven’t you?” I lost my footing and balance for a bit, perplexed I stumble over my words. “I-I…”

“You can tell too right? You can feel the end.You may not hear it but you can feel it. I know that feeling”

I don't know what to say, so I say nothing, I listen to him speak. “Your Hannah Rodriguez, you’re 26, your favorite color is gold, you broke your leg playing volleyball in the middle school, your parents were hard workers, they were poor but they loved you and did everything they could to make sure you went to college. They died two years ago.”

“How….” I whispered holding back tears..how did he know all that..

“Hannah, I’m sorry but I think it’s time for The End soon….We...were never really real to begin with...aint that right?”

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What makes for a great story? A great author? A great character? How do you know what is real? How do you know if what you are and what you do is all predetermined...I wonder...what will happen to me now...after this end...where do you go after this? Where do you we all go? An After life? To a new Once upon a time?I don’t know...I wonder...was it worth reading? Did you read it all the way through? Hope you did, I hope you got through it to The End. Goodbye and until next time reader, incase you choose to read it again, you might need too I bet this one was a confusing one wasn’t it?

By Breana S.

[notsoguiltykpop]

Of Books and Dirty Cash pt 9

Please read part 1, part 2,  part 3 , part 4 , part 5 , part 6 , part 7 and part 8 so this will make sense

Librarian/gangster!Au

Yoongi x Reader

Before you moved to live on campus for college, you had never heard of a librarian who had a reputation for yelling. But not only does Min Yoongi yell, he’s also dangerous, and part of something much, much darker. When curiosity gets the better of you, you end up involved in much more than you bargained for.

You can also read part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18

You were half shoved into the backseat of the car, sandwiched between two men.

“I don’t understand, there must be some kind of misunderstanding…” You said, but your voice sounded far away. You reminded yourself to breath as your vision swam. The last thing you needed right now was to pass out.

“Sorry love, but there’s no misunderstanding.” The man on your left said, holding up a piece of fabric. “You’re best bet is just to cooperate.”

“Jackson, she’s a hostage. Stop trying to make her comfortable.” The man on your right, (who was also the man who had walked you to the car) snapped. Jackson didn’t respond, just tied the blindfold over your eyes.

“I don’t think I should have to remind you of this,” The one on your right sighed. “But if you try anything—and I mean anything—you’ll be dead before you can regret it.”

The rest of the drive passed mostly in silence. You could hear other muffled voices in the car, but couldn’t quite make anything they said out. You were then escorted out of the car and into some kind of building. After being pushed into a chair, your hands were tied behind your back.

“Please, just tell me what’s going on…” You whispered, and felt the cold metal of a gun being pressed against your temple.

“You’re not the one who gets to ask questions.” You recognized the voice from the car, and from somewhere else…

“Quit being over dramatic, Mark.” You recognized this voice as Jacksons.

“Marcus?” You said before you could stop yourself.

“No one calls me that anymore! It’s Mark now.” The gun was pushed harder against your head before being pulled away completely.

“You know if you kill her now, all of this will be for nothing.” The blindfold was suddenly pulled from your head and you blinked at the harsh light.

“Is this all because of what happened last week?” You asked Mark. The room you sat in was nicer than what you had initially expected. In the movies, hostages were always held in warehouses or dank basements, but you were sitting in what appeared to be someone’s office.

“You’re here because you’re leverage.” Jackson offered, leaning against the desk. “We call Min Yoongi and give him a price, and granted that he pays us what we tell him to, you go back to… Whatever it is that you do. Simple.”

“Will you stop talking to her?” Mark snapped. Jackson just stuck his tongue out at him. “That’s only if he pays.” Mark added. “If he doesn’t…” He made a slicing motion across his throat.

You felt your heart sink. Yoongi was a good person, but that didn’t mean he had money to pay these people. Even if he did, that didn’t mean that he would pay it. Why did everyone think there was more to yours and Yoongi’s relationship than there was?

“I think you’ve made a mistake.” You said. “You’ve kidnapped the wrong person, Yoongi and I just work together…” Telling them this wasn’t going to help you, you knew. But you could feel a panic attack creeping in, and were desperately searching for a way out.

“I already told you, there hasn’t been a mistake.” Mark said. “I saw you two. I saw how quickly Yoongi was to step in. He doesn’t do that for just anyone.”

“You must not know him very well.” You muttered.

The door to the office burst open, and three other men walked into the room.

“Why isn’t she blindfolded?” The man in the front demanded.

“Because it’s stupid.” Jackson said, then quickly explained. “Yoongi’s already going to know who we are, so it doesn’t make any difference. Stop looking at me like that Jaebum, you’re making me feel bad.”

“Don’t get too comfortable.” Jaebum said to you. “One way or another, you’re not going to be here for long.”

His voice sounded muffled though, as if you were hearing it through a door. You tried to focus your eyes, but it was getting increasingly difficult. You were hyperventilating, and despite your attempts to even your breathing it was getting worse.

“Hey, what’s wrong with her?” Mark said, and it was the last thing you heard before losing consciousness.

“I think she’s waking up.” You blinked groggily at the shape that had spoken, and it gradually started to look more like a young man.

“Get out of her face, Bambam.” Jackson said. “Jaebum, are you going to call or what?”

The man he addressed rolled his eyes. “Yes, for god’s sake Jackson, calm down.”

“Just for the record, I have been against this from the start.” Bambam said. “If we all end up dead, no one can say I didn’t warn them.”

“If we all end up dead, no one will say anything because we’ll be dead, Bambam.” Jaebum pointed out, before pressing dial on a phone and holding it up to his ear. It took you a second to recognize the phone as the new one you had gotten just a few days prior.

The room fell deathly silent, and you tried to free your arms from their restraints.

“Hey kid, you’re late for your shift.” You heard Yoongi’s voice from the other end of the phone.

“Actually,” Jaebum said. “This is Jaebum, I’m just borrowing her phone. Long time no see, Yoongi. You and I have a lot to discuss.”

“What the hell are you up to, Jaebum?” Even though Yoongi’s voice was faint, you could hear the anger in it. “She’s a civilian. This is breaking all kinds of rules, and you know it—“

“No, it’s not. I know you’ve been gone for a while, so allow me to refresh your memory. Once a civilian has been involved with the Mafia, they are no longer considered a civilian. Therefore, no rules have been broken.”

Yoongi said something you couldn’t hear, and Jeabum laughed. “Obviously, just working with you wouldn’t be enough. But going to your brother’s house? Having coffee with Jungkook? And then there was that time you very clearly told Mark and Youngjae not to point a gun at her… Seems pretty involved to me.”

You felt sick to your stomach. Jungkook had been right, you should have backed off while you had the chance. Now, you weren’t the only one who was going to suffer.

“He wants to talk to you.” Jaebum smirked, holding the phone against your ear.

“I’m so sorry,” You half sobbed into the phone. “Yoongi, I’m so sorry, I never meant—“

“Quit apologizing for things that aren’t your fault. Are you okay?”

The phone was gone before you could answer, Jaebum turning his back to you. “Now, let’s talk prices. I don’t just want the recent shipment of guns and ammo, I want turf.”

You could faintly hear Yoongi cussing him out, and you saw Jaebums shoulders stiffen. “Maybe you don’t know how serious I am.” Jaebum said, before turning on his heels and walking back over to you. He backhanded you across the face, and you could feel your lip bleeding. The slap resounded around the room, and you were sure Yoongi heard it on the other side. “Now, why don’t you think very carefully before you say anything else.”

A/N Wow I’ve been gone for too long! I’ve been sick and my brain hasn’t been in writing mode at all. But I hope this chapter makes up for it! It kind of ended up being a got7 chapter, but oh well. Also I felt kind of bad about making Got7 bad guys like?? They’re the nicest people ever?? And Jaebum would never hurt anyone?? But I needed someone to be the enemy, and I figured I’d use them instead of random ppl. Yoongi (along with Namjoon and Hoseok!)  will be back in the next part!! Hope you liked it, and thank you for reading! Let me know what you think <3

[renaer-is-allegedly-hot]

session 10 notes

oh wow yeah the layout of these will just forever be trash now bc it’s a lot of formatting work like a LOT sorry

• Presentation prep

○ Jacob is doing a tier list of every smash character in the world ever

• Apparently picchu was really busted

○ Idk who picchu is tho

○ Peechoo

○ I think it's picchu bc I think I've seen that before

• Are waterbenders ghostbusters

• R we starting

A few my little pony quizzes real quick

• When we last left off

• We were using medallions or whatever to search for stuff

• Broke into the city of the dead

• Were ambushed but interrogated one of them after killing the others

• Adam convinced that one that we chucked the stone

• We let him live but adam took his pants

• Not midnight but it's raining a lot

What are we doing

• As we leave the graveyard adam is getting chains out of george bush and putting it back on the gate

• Nvm we're just gonna follow naya

• Put chains back on 

• Squelching through mud

• Make way back w little trouble

○ We were able to set up the stuff?

○ Looks like some ppl r patrolling

○ Still hard to see bc rainy so we haven't been noticed

• Keep following naya

• Make way out safely

• Naya varies the pace every now and then

• Rain dies off later in the night

• Start approaching poorer area of the trade ward; fewer shops and businesses, more poorer housing

• Naya looks like she's leading us towards a windmill in the distance

• Just a towering windmill

• Not much wind so not spinning

• Cel makes perception check at disadvantage, can't see anything

• Naya runs up and stops in front of the windmill then vanishes

○ The second time we used naya's scry power? Maybe? Nvm?

• Does ur wifi ever poop itself

○ Nice

○ Ok I'll just keep sitting here ig

• Ok we're in a dark room and can't hear any sounds of a bloodbath

• There's a door

• Adam puts his ear to see if he can see anything, perception check

○ 8

• Door is solid wood

• Adam opens ground floor door

○ There r two doors

§ One on the side and one on the top

§ Ok we're in the windmill

• Cel pulls out lantern

• Adam opens door and sees a lot of people who look like they're sleeping on the floor

○ 5ish

○ Look like squatters

• Adam rolls 22 perception to see if he recognizes anyone, no one looks familiar

• Sneak by them ? Try to ?

• Adam can see another door that goes further in

• Adam snaps tiny flame on finger and rest of us follow the flame

• We walk over to next door

• Not locked

• Quietly go through

• Asyna is going to stay in the first room w ppl to watch them

○ In case they wake up / as guard

○ "hehe . Shillelagh"

○ "whack 'em with your 'forget-me' stick"

• Proposition for asyna to pretend she's sleeping

• Enter next room, just as dark as other

○ A few doors leading to left and right in front of us

○ In distance can see more people sleeping but only two

○ Looks empty

○ Lights lantern

• Adam pokes head through closest door

○ There's just more people

○ Strategy to burn entire building will not work

○ Cel can't tell if anyone looks like they're armed

• Do I want banana bread

• Going to peek into all the rooms

• Every room marked w2 has ppl sleeping

• What's happening in w3

• "so I look outside bc I heard somebody blasting despacito… there's a pickup truck towing a boat and there's a bunch of teenagers on it raving" - dom, 2020

• W3 is a wc a water closet as in a bathroom

• W4 is a closet w some cleaning stuff and grains

• Some ppl have woken up but they don't bother to like really watch us suspiciously

• Upstairs we go

• Three doors leading out of the room but also a large millstone in the center of the room

• Under debris, soaking wet from a hole in the ceiling

• Adam tries to move debris

• Cel rolls 15 perception, can't hear anything

○ Adam rolls nat1 and the stone resists adam's efforts

○ Technically a 0

• What's behind door w6

○ Caved in sections

○ Floor littered w bird droppings

○ Adam investigates "that's a 12 for eggs dominic"

○ There are eggs but they are fertilized eggs

○ Adam has to b careful

§ Gently picks up pigeon egg

§ "I have a plan if combat starts"

§ Adam is now carrying a pigeon egg

• What's in w8?

○ W7 first

○ W7 is locked

○ Adam tries the key; theo makes perception check first

§ Nat1 so can't hear anything

§ Adam tries the key

□ "I'm gonna stick that key into the lockhole"

□ It doesn't fit

§ 14, can't unlock

§ Aerana tries, 22

§ Lock clicks open

§ Cel peers inside

□ There's an open window, the room is cold

□ There's a door leading into a separate room

□ Armoire

□ Also two human males holding shovels

□ "congratulations - you're free" - adam

□ "what the hell r u on about"

□ "we unlocked your door that was previously locked presumably from the outside but now the door's open and you can walk through it"

□ "we locked it on purpose"

□ "none of ur business how we do ours what do you want"

□ "why did you lock yourself in here"

□ "bc this is our apartment"

□ Smth abt a rock

□ A tiny boulder ?

□ Rolls 20 for insight

□ Guy had a flash of recognition but he doesn't have it

® But what r they wearing

® Indiscrete, utilitarian clothes

® "can we search your room or will you tell us all you know"

® "is that a thweat"

® "a thweat? O thorry sorry a threat"

® Adam rolls for intimidation

◊ 9

□ "we could just lasso them"

□ "how much health do they have combined"

□ "ok so you guys aren't gonna tell us anything"

□ As adam turns around to leave he casts sleep

® 5d8 

◊ "is their combined health equal or less than 22"

◊ "together they had 8"

□ Asyna moseys on upstairs

• I try so hard

○ And then things like this happen to me

○ It's fine, I say, albeit wholly unconvinced

○ Wow ok it really b like this

• Adam makes investigation check for anything in the bed

○ 18

○ There's a cut in the side of the bed w a bag of coins

○ "we shouldn't rob these people"

○ Apparently it's not a lot so we leave it

• Going to check other room

○ W8

§ Try to open door but immediately hit smth blocking it

§ Aerana and cel try opening the door

□ 14 strength check; doesn't budge

□ Peeking inside can make out a lot of heavy stones

□ 3 in gap

□ "so we can't fit through it . But a much smaller animal could probably fit through it"

○ Would b asyna's second wildshape

§ Investigate room wd40 but it's w4b

○ Asyna and cel r gonna go to w4b

○ Adam sticks arm through crack

§ Adam gets sense roof has collapsed

§ Feels beam of wood blocking door

○ Dom thinks we're too weak to hammer the door

○ Cel goes first

§ Dexterity save

□ 19

□ 2 damage; steps inside side closet and floor collapses

□ Falls down into w4a on first floor

□ Picks self up and goes back upstairs

○ Gonna try n shimmy over, 10 for acrobatics

§ Starts making way over then falls; dex save 11

§ 2 damage again

§ "uh hearing cel fall from the second floor twice , I come out"

□ Cel is gonna try and jump to w6

□ Adam gets crowbar from cel

§ Adam uses mage hand to open the door

□ Cel can just see a bunch of pigeon nests in w6

□ Cel jumps into w6

□ More pigeons

® Investigates; 20

◊ Finds the odd shiny thing a crow might've brought in; for the most part looks like a bird's dwelling

◊ Some fish bones in one of the nests

◊ Nature check, 5; can't tell what kind of nest

◊ They look like pigeon eggs tho

◊ Whisper yells to asyna "pet pigeon ?!"

◊ "are you gonna throw it?"

◊ "let me just tell you guys right now . You have more than one chance"

◊ Both have to make dexterity checks

◊ There are at least 5 eggs

◊ Cel rolls 22, asyna rolls 16

◊ The egg made it across successfully

◊ Cel just jumps back

○ Adam lightly pats down the two sleeping dudes

§ Some money, small utility knife

§ Gonna crowbar w8; strength check w advantage

§ Adam tries using the crowbar on the hinges, 8

§ Warhammer ? 15

□ 11 damage

□ "ok. Bonk"

□ "screws were invented in the first century so there WERE screws in the renaissance"

® Oil the door, adam tries to pop out the bolt with a dagger

® Two 4s

□ The people we cast sleep on are still asleep

○ Nat20 for athletics check to go onto the roo

§ You go to top of the windmill

§ Drop down into the room

□ Huge collapse of stones from the ceiling, beam of wood propped up against the door

□ Nat20

® Positive there is nothing in the room, just ceiling debris

○ "I'm gonna give their hands a little bondage"

§ "and then jerry seinfeld walks in like 'what's the deal with airplane food'"

§ Adam shakes the more serious-looking guy awake

§ Takes out key and asks if he's seen it

□ Wakes up and says "wot"

□ Other guy wakes up and is flailing

□ Cel rolls athletics check to tie him up

® 14, is able to tie him up

□ Looks at it and says it's his

□ "what's it for?"

□ "none of your business"

□ "you guys have a hobby of graverobbing?"

□ Adam says he's with the citywatch

® Deception check at disadvantage

® 9

® "yeah we're from the watch . Watch your back"

□ "why were u in the mausoleum"

® Jacob makes intimidation check w advantage

◊ 16, more serious one says "well u know we don't normally do that sort of thing"

◊ "we was paid to do it"

◊ "by whom"

◊ Lorsa morclav

} Losser mirklav paid them

– Asdjdmaf nice

® "what's the key for"

® "it's private"

® "can you make it public? For money ?"

® "45" adam puts knife closer to throat "I'm guessing that's a no" "I'm guessing that's a less please"

◊ Asks if we've played the dnd equivalent of poker

} Adam says he wants names first

} Younger one is urlaster

} Older one is volkarr

□ Threaten to bludgeon toes

® "how connected r u to ur toes"

® "rather intimately"

§ Says he buried his treasure

□ 10 to hit, slams ground

® Adam asks to see where loser mirklav is

◊ Southern ward

◊ By a bunch of apartments

◊ Half elf guy - cellar street ?

◊ Lives in an apartment

◊ "wig shop"

◊ "a weed shop"

◊ "a wIG shop"

§ "did u guys steal anything else from the tomb"

□ "we was hired to steal bones"

□ "losser's a necromancer"

□ Did they pick up a stone ?

® Losser saw a really thicc rat

® Losser kills the rat but it just vanishes, leaving the stone

® Losser took the stone

◊ Insight check, 8; can't tell if he's telling the truth

} "u guys broke into the tomb of a noble family for a necromancer for how much gold"

} 10 gold

} "we're keeping the key"

} "is loser the type of person that stays up at night"

} "well he's a mostly nocturnal fella"

} "yeah he likes his beauty rest during the day"

} "he's a strange little fellow"

§ "how badly do you want this key back"

□ "that's my life savings I want it back"

□ "what does losser look like ?"

□ Halfling fellow w long gray ponytail, he's wrinkly and smelly

® Is it bad that every time I hear the word necromancer I think necrophilia not necromancy

® "yeah I'm licking your life savings right now buddy"

◊ Adam fake swallows

} Performance check, 8

} "you're the worst actor I've ever seen"

} Actually swallows it

} "oh fuck"

} Key is made out of rusty iron

} "alright . Bye"

◊ "do you want your key back within 1-2 business days"

} "why don't you just puke it out"

} "I don't want to"

} "you guys keep quiet, I'll return the key to you in 1-2 business days"

} "that's disgusting"

} "alright . Bye"

– We’re leaving them tied up 

– "wow we're being judged" - marguerite, 2020

– We take their shovel

– "say what was your name"

– "reginald"

– "deception"

w Rolls a 20 total

w "that's shilanda shilanda brilanda and tiffany"

w Nat1

® "it might come out less rusty than it was before"

◊ "hey dom when should I roll for that poison"

§ Cel takes knife, toss the shovels

□ Barricade door ?

○ Going back to mirt's to rest ?

§ Go back to mirt's

§ Fog has settled in over streets, early early morning

§ Make it back no problem

§ Past midnight

□ Rest with watches

□ During adam's watch reads book

® Investigation check, 20

® Details house growlund and their lineage

◊ It's a genealogical book

} A lot of the pages are blank bc it's continuously added to

} At some point it's described that some of the children were born with tails

– "I look at my tail . Then look back at the page"

– But then those tails were amputated

} Any inbreeding ?

– Investigation check, 13

– There was inbreeding

□ Cel keeps pigeon egg warm

§ Morning arrives, daytime mostly spent in fog until noon

□ 8 a.m.-ish

□ "do I have to uh use the bathroom dominic"

□ "is there any key"

□ "oh I thought you were talking about real life"

® "does the key come out"

® "oh my god no it does not"

® "this is a great disaster"

◊ "it was a large key"

◊ "then how did I swallow it?!"

◊ "oh god whatever"

◊ Key was small enough for adam to swallow without choking

} I didn't say this but I thought it: what if he had practice tho

• Renaer is up

○ Cel grabs asyna and adam to go ask renaer to watch their pigeon egg babies

○ He is incredibly confused but he affirms he won't eat them

○ "ey what's poppin mirt"

○ "how's it going"

○ "groot is chunky" - aerana?

○ "groot is the best kind of chunky" - cel

○ "mirt, I'll buy you a wig" - adam

○ "make it purple"

§ Purple like …. : - D ahahahahahahahahahhahahhahahhahaAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAA

• We bust our way down to cellar street

○ Southern ward is the one where a lot of ppl move to from foreign lands

§ Eclectic

§ We find a small shop w some wigs in the front

○ There's a young half-elf woman running front desk

○ Headstands w wigs in the front, some r purple

○ Adam walks up to the half-elf woman asking for a special order w loser

○ "sorry we don't have anyone by that name"

○ "losser?"

○ Adam wants a private meeting to place an order

§ Insight

□ 16, she looks surprised n confused

○ There was not an apartment above the store

§ This corner is mostly businesses

□ Nat20 wisdom saving throw

® She is uncharmed

○ Has gray hair, smells like an excessive amount of lavender, 

§ Says his name is val

□ Mirklav backwards

○ "is your boss here right now"

○ Lets himself in sometimes to say hi and to check in like once a month but he has a key

§ "how do you know him"

§ "uh do u remember how I said I was throwing a bar mitzvah ? He's invited"

□ 15 deception, works

□ She goes to the back

○ Nothing suspicious looking in the shop aside from the normal weirdness you'd expect from a wig shop bc it's just head mannequins

○ An elf walks in

§ "hey . Yo"

§ He nods

§ Doesn't necessarily look like he needs a wig

§ Wearing a tricorner hat like gwash

□ Makes idle conversation

□ "interesting things happening in the city, eh?"

® Heard abt the house that got blown up

® "oo . What's the juice ? What's the juicy gossip my guy"

® They say some kind of explosion

® Says he's more into politics

◊ "of course he is"

® "well I concern myself w the affairs of princes and princesses"

◊ Talks abt making deliveries

® "well many of them r comfortable . Of late I was able to make a v special acquaintance who essentially helped me w smth I needed doing"

◊ "I'm adam nice to meet you . Is it impossible to explain or "

◊ What's this guy's name tho

◊ Says he's good at making ppl happy or sad ???

◊ "you're like a performer"

◊ "do smth for us"

} He lost his silver handkerchief

– Can turn silver into gold, flicks it

– Admits puppetry is not his particular area of expertise

w Name is Jamboreal

w Nat20 insight check

w Looks different but it's the other guy

w Oh it's the guy the disguise guy your handkerchief bruh you really forgot about your own doings n stuff

w AHAHAHHA I SEE IT NOW OOPS wow I was really off

• Clerk lady comes back in

○ Brings back note of smth

§ We'll just sneak back later at night ig

§ Adam gives her a gold and says he'll take her purplest wig

□ Brings out a fluffy purple toupee

○ Wig shop closes around dusk

○ "do you want this wrapped"

○ "do you want to come to my bar mitzvah ? I'm turning 14"

○ Jamboreal is haggling a price down

§ Concept: take asyna to the zoo

□ Adam runs intelligence check for a 

□ Uh are we going to the zoo ? We're going to the zoo

□ There's a bunch of animals

Pause; next time we’re going to the zoo

[martyfarted]

comment no.1 (2016 edition)

by Gil Scott-Heron

edited for 2016 by @martyfarted

the time is in the street u know

us living as we do, upside down

n the new word to have is “revolution”

  ppl don’t even want to hear the preacher’s spill or spiel

bc god’s hole card has been throroughly punched

n america is now blood n tears instead of milk n honey

  the youngsters who were programmed to continue fucking up

woke up one night

digging paul revere n nat turner as the good guys

 america’s been stripped for bed n we have not all yet closed our eyes

the signs of truth

were tattooed across our often-entered vaginas

  america was a bastard

  the illegitimate daughter of a mother country

whose legs were then spread around the world

n a rapist known as freedom

free-DOOM

  democracy, liberty, n justice

were revolutionary codenames

that preceded

  the bubbling bubbling bubbling bubbling

in the mother country’s crotch

n behold a baby girl was born

  nurtured by slaveholders n whitey racists

it grew

n grew

n grew

  screwing indiscriminately

(like mother like daughter)

everything unplagued by her madame mother

  the present mocks us

good ppl w keen memories set fire to the bastards

who ask us in a whisper to melt n integrate

  young

very young

teeny-bopping revolt-on-weekend young

dig by proxy

  what a mental asskicking they receive

thru institutionalized everything

  they seek to hide their connection to the world’s prostitute

alienating themselves from everything

except dirt n money

w long hair, grime, n dope

to camo-hide the the things that cannot b hidden

  they become runaway children

to walk the streets downtown

w everyday ppl sitting on the curb crying

bc we know that they will go back home w a clear conscious n a college degree

  he wonders why i tell him

that america’s revolution will not b the melting pot

but the toilet bowl

  he is fighting for legalized smoke,

a lower voting age,

less lip from his generation gap,

n fucking in the street

  what is my parallel to that?

  all i want is a good home

n a wife

n a children

n some food to feed them every night

 u silly chipe motherfucker

ur great graddaddy tied a ball n chain to our balls

n made us run thru a cotton field

while we lived in an unflushable toilet bowl

n u want us to overthrow what?

  the only truth that can b delivered to 4-year revolutionary:

fuck up what u can

in the name of donald drumpf, mike pence, n steve bannon

  leave brother kendrick n brother kanye alone pls

after all is said n done

build a new route to china if they’ll have u

 who will survive in america?

who will survive in america?

who will survive in america?

  who will survive in america?