#it just explains a lot. i thought i was just fucked up and evil whenever id shut down mentally and like literally not

[girlwithfish]

i think im slightly autistic mixed w bpd lol

[twiixr4kidz]

PRAYING YOU GIVE US SOME THE EVIL EXES X A DUMBASS S/O PLEASEEEE

Like they're so dumb it's not a joke- like imagine Roxy asking her s/o about the menu at a restaurant they're going to and they go "babe....I'm a lesbian." And it takes a full FIVE MINUTES for them to figure out what she meant

OMG YES i am a certified dumbass so this was very easy to write

matthew patel:

listen....... he gets it

he isn't the sharpest tool in the shed

it's like when you're around each other, your brain cells disappear

most discussions end in the two of you looking at each other, very confused, whatever conversation you were having being long forgotten

he doesn't mind re-explaining thinsg to you if you don't understand them

he thinks it's kinda cute honestly

lucas lee:

he is the himbo-est himbo to ever himbo

honestly most of ramona's exes are dumb but in different endearing ways

i can tell you for a fact that he'll tease you for one thing and then proceed to do it immediately after without even realizing

OR HE'LL TRY TO LIKE SHOW YOU WHAT YOU WERE DOING WRONG AND HOW TO FIX IT AND THEN HE MESSES IT UP HIMSELF LMFAO

"babe, that's not how you do a kickflip. THIS is." (he bails and breaks his board)

todd ingram:

todd is probably one of the most confused people you will ever meet

sometimes you say things that completely baffle him

im talking something so dumb his jaw is hanging wide open and he's rendered completely fucking speechless

and you're confused as to why HE'S confused because you thought you explained what you were saying really well

but you very much did not

there are so many conversations you have with him that are cut short because he doesn't know how to respond

"hon... look at me... what?" "huh?" "did you hear a word you just said?" "wait... what did i say?"

roxie richter:

she thinks it's cute!!!

most of the time

other times, she's genuinely concerned for your sanity

"so... whatcha wanna eat?" "babe, im a lesbian" "...what?" "what do you mean what?" "i know... you're a lesbian... i was asking about the food..." "OH"

you cannot hear apparently

she thinks it's funny whenever you do that thing where you hear her but you don't process what she said so you go "what" and then you cut her off when she tries to explain cuz you finally have an answer

she thinks it's HILARIOUS

kyle katayanagi:

he thinks it's hysterical

like you know this motherfucker is the ultimate tease

you don't know the answer to a question? you say something that sounds dumber than you intended it to?

you know damn well he's getting on your case about it

and honestly he loves it

he knows he's smart but he's fascinated by your sheer stupidity

he doesn't mind explaining things to you either

but you aren't getting out of an explanation without him calling you, and i mean this in the most affectionate way possible, a dumbass

ken katayanagi:

he's ALSO very fascinated with the fact that none of your millions of brain cells work

even when it comes to what he thinks is a simple concept, it takes a lot of explaining for you to understand

this is explaining that he doesn't mind doing

maybe his knowledge is just a little TOO advanced

he can never tell if he's the one whose too smart or if it's just your natural dumbness

it confuses him

he's enamored

literally say one dumbass thing around him and he's gonna have you pinned to a wall in the most intense makeout session of your life

gideon graves:

listen... gideon isn't as much of a douche as everyone makes him out to be

he thinks you being dumb is adorable

something about his weird thing for control and how he loves to explain things to you

he doesn't wanna control in a toxic way, let me just get that out there

he just loves how you never seem to know what's going on

god he loves it HE LOVES IT

[onmyyan]

Things that just make sense as the Yan!Batfamily's shared Darling.

A/N: slight smutty hc's at the end but so slight, Yandere shenanigans, shared Darling NOT EDITED

Alone time simply no longer exists, someone is constantly vying for your attention, even when you think you're alone one of them is lurking nearby

All of them are terrible with boundaries but Dick! is! the! worst!! First son means first dibbs in his brain, sure he may not have spotted you first or met you first but he makes damn sure to be your first in everything else he can.

I just love the idea of you being 21-23 around Damian's age and him being the one to befriend you initially, be it as a fellow student or an intern at Wayne Tech, he would notice you immediately and always have his eye on you from that point forward.

He holds it over the others heads forever, he genuinely wants them to get smart about something with him, way too quick to pull out the "I'm the reason we have her card." Which instantly shuts all of them up including Bruce.

He'd know you were their Darling before your first conversation, and when you two inevitably do speak and hit it off, it only furthers proves his initial thought- you were the one.

When you first come home and are, understandably freaked the fucked out, Bruce is the one to come in and calm you down, undoes your restraints with a tender hand, massages the sore areas with an apology, goes on to explain that you're safe and nothing would ever hurt you again.

Tim uses his big brain to trick you into thinking he's not as bad as the others.

He'd never chain you to the bed out of possession like Dick or beat a man's skull in for looking at you too long like Jason.

He wasn't as intense as Damian or controlling as Bruce. He was perfect for you.

If anyone of them ever overwhelmed you with their love Tim was the one you'd bury your face into, lucky him, you miss the evil little smile he shoots the rest of the family every time.

Jason is s lot like a shelter dog. On guard 24/7 and always ready for a threat, the only way to calm him down when he gets like this is to pull him into your chest and let him melt into you for a few hours.

Dick takes you to the roof to watch the stars, he's a pro at this by now and always makes you feel safe. He likes to sit with his back against the wall of the roof, knees spread on the side of your huddled body as you say on his lap. You'd be in a pair of his sweats and an old hoodie, surrounded entirely by him, just the way he liked it.

Your birthday is a warzone, fistfights have broken out about who gave the best gift.

If Jason is in his city girl era he will leave a bloody heart on the wall at every one of his fights for you. A little J+(Y) in the middle to really seal the cheesy deal.

Bruce hires you as an assistant for three reasons.

1. You were complaining about being bored while they went about their day jobs and he loved the cute way you'd brighten whenever he got you what you wanted.

2. He knew he'd gain some huge brownie points

3. He got an excuse to see you more than the boys and you wore a tight little Secretary outfit while he did.

Plus he loves the idea of taking you against his desk while on the phone with some nobody shareholders, trying so so hard to keep his voice level while you're twitching and creaming around him.

Damian would read with you in the garden, your days with him would be softer than you'd imagine, comfortable silences and moonlit dancing, he's a true romantic at heart.

Tim loves everything you do, he makes it a mission to be a like you as possible, so much so now whenever you wanna indulge in one of your favorite activities he's the first person you think of, he's got you trained well.

There's a schedule made to adequately divide your time amongst them, of course you know nothing about it, but they'll hold meetings in the cave to talk about you, how you're adjusting, if they have any gripes or complaints- this is when they're aired out.

They know their love language is illegal unconventional in societies eyes so they account for it, in public you're their fathers loyal assistant, they'll allow themselves to be photographed with random women to keep suspicions off the true nature of your relationship.

And if you're thinking "hm I bet I could use that against them. Maybe say they couldn't love me as they claim if they're sleeping around" Don't. You'd be getting that poor random woman eviscerated.

I hear you asking "Surely Batman wouldn't break his sacred rule for a Darling." And you're right, he wouldn't.

But Jason would.

And all of a sudden Batman doesn't find it so hard to look the other way, so long as he gets to look at your pretty face while he does it.

You get fucked in the Batmobile at some point

[kokomyass]

Megumi Fushiguro ☆ 'Aight Bet'

Megumi x Fem!Reader

Genre: ☁️

Word Count: 2648

Trigger warnings ⚠️: swearing, none!

synopsis: in which, everyone is betting on the things you and Megumi have done (not sexually....) but they have had enough and take things to a new level...

a/n: WHEREVER THAT SWEET SWEET ANON IS THAT REQUESTED THIS....KNOW THAT I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU 💜

I did my best for you, and wherever you are, I hope you really like it and enjoy it! p.s it wasn't cringe at all, cause I remember you apologising 😉🥰

this is slightly based on the bonus ending of 'Nightmares' fanfic but not the same story if ygm?

You can go and read nightmares here!

Second person POV

"Bet you guys, 2000¥ they have held hands."

"Aight bet! I bet you 3000¥ they have hugged!"

It was the training session in Tokyo Jujutsu High and you and Megumi were sparring as you had been put in a pair.

However, for the rest of the students this was more of a gossip session.

The thing is everyone ships you and Megumi, it is pretty clear to see you like each other from a third person perspective but you are both too dense to notice each other's feelings.

It was true, you did have the biggest crush on Megumi and you thought you played it pretty cool but there is no denying you do stare at him as much as you can whenever you get the chance.

However, on the other hand, Megumi was rather obvious with his crush towards you, not because he was trying to be, but because he is unconsciously 100x nicer to you compared to the rest of Jujutsu High.

Nobara and Yuji had been going back and forth splurging their whole bank accounts on betting on the amount of romance that both you and Megumi had engaged in with each other.

"Guys, on a serious note...how fucking dense are they like...look at how they are sparring..." Maki scoffed and she folded her arms smirking, nodding her head to you and Megumi sparring with passion and a lot of physical contact.

"Wasn't that like you and Yuta in first year though?" Panda chirped up, raising an eyebrow to Maki.

"Salmon." Inumaki agreed with Panda nodding.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Maki shouted, huffing and denying all allegations.

"I do see Maki's point...I wish we could make them confess when they have no choice....." Yuji mumbled as everyone nodded silently agreeing with Yuji.

"Why wish when we can actually do it!" Gojo randomly came up behind the students, hands on his hips, looking awfully mischievous.

"Where did you come from?" Maki asked feeling genuinely confused.

"I do agree with you guys that these two lovebirds need to get together, fast....so I'm thinking we set up a little party that only they are invited too!" Gojo completely ignored Maki as he explained his oddly well thought out plan to the students.

"Hmm, that's actually a good idea...but what if they still don't do anything?" Panda asks.

"Good point my fellow Panda..." Gojo placed a finger on his chin pondering the solution to the dilemma Panda brought up.

"I know! I will write a simple riddle for them to read and hopefully they will get the memo and say their vows and stuff!" Gojo clapped his hand together as he came up with the 'perfect plan'

As everyone was still discussing the plan to get you and Megumi together once and for all you both started walking up to the group.

"Hey guys! Whatcha talking about?" you asked walking up with a smile next to Megumi, both of you completely oblivious to the evil plan that has been made.

Everyone went awkwardly silent making you slightly worried.

"Um are you guys okay?" you asked worry laced in your voice as you started feeling self conscious.

"Y/N!! Megumi! I was just telling everyone how I'm arranging a small party for us all tomorrow to celebrate togetherness!" Gojo swiped both you and Megumi into a side hug smiling ecstatically.

"Oh my that's going to be so fun! I can't wait!" you giggled as you felt very excited as you rarely got to do things like this in school.

"...do I have to go?" Megumi grumbled shrugging himself off Gojo, walking off slowly. This immediately made you feel sad. Whilst all the other students felt panicked as the plan was already failing.

"Megumiiiii pleaseeeee! It will be so fun, trust me and if it isn't I will treat you to whatever you want!" you grabbed onto Megumi's hand shaking it as you were practically begging him.

Obviously he couldn't say no as his ears dusted a light pink and he stuttered slightly.

"F-Fine, I'm only going because you said so...." he looked away as you gave him a big hug.

"Thank you, thank you, thank youuu!!" you let go and smiled at him warmly as he smiled back. "Let's go get some drinks from the vending machines."

You and Megumi left the group without another word as they all stayed silent for a bit.

"Hey Yuji?"

"Yeah Nobara?"

"You owe me 2000¥"

"Well you owe me 1000¥"

Time skip!

The next day arrived quickly and you found yourself feeling jittery and excited.

Today was the day of the little party and you felt this was your opportunity to have Megumi really appreciate your beauty whilst pretending you didn't spend 3 hours deciding what to wear.

You also wanted to be fashionably late so you didn't seem like a loser for wanting to be so early.

Gojo had said the theme was fancy, so of course you wore the fanciest dress you owned with some fancy makeup and hair.

You couldn't wait to see Megumi all suited up, the thought made you kick your legs and giggle to yourself.

You decided that you would leave now walking through the dorm corridors to the classroom that Gojo said the party would be in.

Funnily enough, as you arrived to the door, Megumi arrived at the same time and your eyes widened at how amazingly handsome he looked.

He was a fine piece of art. The suit he wore suit him so much it hurt and for some reason his eyelashes made you fold.

Megumi took a moment to take you, in his mouth slightly open from shock at the beauty beholded right in front of his eyes.

"You look....beautiful Y/N." Megumi said to you as if he spoke faster than his mind could register.

You face burned red as you looked away giggling slightly before looking back at him.

"Thank you Megumi, you look ever so handsome too" it was Megumi's turn to blush as he smiled lightly rubbing his neck and looking a away his cheeks flushed pink.

"Shall we go in?" after a bit of silence Megumi gestures for you both to go in the oddly quiet room.

Megumi held the door open for you as you gave a small 'thank you' and he entered after you but in the room, no one and nothing was there only a table and a note.

"Um Megumi-" you turn back to see Megumi behind you looking as confused as you.

Suddenly you heard a door lock as you instinctively reached for Megumi's arm as he pulled you close.

"It's okay im sure it isn't really locked." Megumi went to try and open the door. No luck.

"Oh dear...what's going on?" you look around feeling your arm hairs stand on end.

"Maybe we can read through that note there, I bet Gojo sensei is just messing around with us..." you nodded and move close to Megumi as you both approach the letter.

Megumi picks up the letter and opens it.

"If by dawn, you confess without waver, then you will not have to fear the power of the taser?..." Megumi sounded genuinely confused at the weird riddle that made no sense as you snorted.

"I don't know if I am more confused or scared right now..." you both chuckle together.

"Well, I guess we should confess something? Maybe a secret or something? So we don't get...tasered?" Megumi says still sounding extremely uncertain but you shrug it off desperate to find out what is going on.

You then realised you were alone with Megumi. In a locked room. The thought made you blush and smile softly.

"Erm, earth to Y/N?" Megumi waved his hands infront of your face as you snapped out of your thoughts realising you got a bit too lost in them.

"Yes your right! Sorry I zoned out....hmm maybe a game of truth or dare? I can't lie this shit makes no sense to me..." you sighed placing a hand on your forehead, whatever were the others thinking?

"I second that...I'm not surprised...Gojo is an odd specimen." Megumi deadpanned, making you laugh loudly.

"You aren't wrong there....anyways sit down!" you grabbed Megumi's shoulder and sit him on the couch in the back of the room, and you sit next to him as you both turn so you're facing each other.

"Okay! Truth or Dare?!" you smiled widely feeling too excited about this game. To be honest, your plan was to see if Megumi liked anyone and if there was any chance it could be you.

"Ummm truth?"

He was falling in your trap.

"Do you like anyone~? And for what reason?" Megumi's eyes widened and his cheeks and ears turned a light pink.

"...Yes....because she is pretty, kind, soft-spoken, easy to get on with and makes me genuinely happy" Megumi mumbled his whole answer looking away from you at all times, despite the small genuine smile that graced his lips.

Despite his reluctance to answer, Megumi couldn't hide how much he liked you, because you were so perfect in his eyes.

"Oh my!!! That's so kind, whoever gets with you is a lucky girl!" you chuckled as you playfully pushed his arm.

"Thanks...now, your turn truth or dare." Megumi sighed feeling relief as he nearly exposed himself.

"Hmm I shall go with truth!"

"Do you like anyone and if so why?" you smiled softly and shut your eyes.

"Of course I do! He can be a bit grumpy sometimes...but he is honestly such a kind person and he makes me feel all weird inside, but also makes me feel safe." you opened your eyes staring into Megumi's eyes as Megumi gave a forced smile back.

At the moment, in Megumi's mind his heart felt crushed. You liked someone....and the person who fit that criteria was Nanami. How in the hell? You were wayyy younger than him....maybe you were into older men, he couldn't deny his amazingly good and chisled looks, but even so-

"Megumi!! It's your turn!" you interrupted Megumi's thoughts as you tapped his cheek softy to get his attention.

"O-Oh my bad...dare?" he chose dare because he didn't want you to make him confess his unrequited love for you.

"I dare you to tell me who you like!" you smiled innocently as Megumi stared at you shocked, as if he had been stabbed in the gut.

"Y-You can't do that! That's not how the game works!" Megumi started scooting back as he sweatdropped. You just inched closer and closer.

"It is a dare. You have to do it. No backing out." you caged Megumi, with his back resting on the arm of the couch, your hands resting either side of him.

Megumi sighed in defeat. What was the worst that would happen? He gets awkward around you and you friendship is over? That's pretty bad...oh well...

"...you..." Megumi looked away as your eyes widened and you backed up from shock.

"Wait what?"

"....I said you, but I know you don't like me back, I can see why Nanami is in your agenda..." Megumi started rambling.

All those things he said, were about you? You smiled the most genuinely happy smile at Megumi making him look at you wide eyed and confused.

"Megumi, I like you too! What are the odds huh?" you spontaneous wrapped your arms around him squeezing him tight as he slowly wrapped his arm around you, the other arm keeping his body up on the couch.

"Wait so you don't like Nanami?" you pulled away as you gave Megumi the most confused look of the century before you burst out laughing

"Oh Megumi~ why would you think that? How could I ever do that....kinda sketchy no?" you pinched his cheek teasing him as he flushed an even brighter red.

"Well I thought he fit the criteria when I asked you why you liked them..." you smiled warmly at Megumi, your cheeks going pink.

"That was all you Megs. I honestly do really like you and admire you, I'm glad that you're in my life." you held his hands tightly as he squeezed back.

"I-I could say the same to you. You are so beautiful and kind and...and I really do like you. Sorry for thinking you like Nanami...." you giggled again, going in for another hug.

"It all okay, maybe next time don't be so dense." You pulled away and pinched his nose.

You faces were inches away from each other and you desperately wanted to kiss him.

"Can I kiss you?" Megumi asked, looking at you intently waiting for you answer. You smiled and nodded leaning in for a kiss.

Surprisingly he was a good kisser, his soft, glossy lips moulded into yours making you both get lost in the moment.. He stroked your back as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You didn't want the moment to end.

You both pulled apart from each other to get some air. You cuddled into him suddenly feeling quite fatigued.

"Remind me to do that more often." you giggled as Megumi chuckled.

"No objections there."

You both cuddled together not even bothering to check if the door unlocked, eventually falling asleep in each other's comfort.

A bonusssss!:

"I bet you 4000¥ they are cuddling right now." Yuji whispered to Nobara.

"I bet you 5000¥ that they kissed." Nobara gasped and began smirking.

"Aight bet."

"Guys! Do you have your tasers at the ready?" Gojo whispered to all the students.

They were all gathered outside the room you were in, all with taser in hand.

"So we go in, if they aren't cuddling then we taser them like psychopaths? Got it." Maki found some sort of amusement in all this.

"Okay guys, 3, 2, 1..." After Gojo's countdown ended they all entered the room. To be blessed with an adorable sight.

"Nobara pay up!!" Yuji shouted causing you to stir awake.

You jumped up and screamed to see everyone in front of you with tasers smiling with devious intent.

"W-Why do you have tasers?" you stuttered as you backed up with your hands up as if you were guilty, whilst Megumi was still basically asleep on the couch.

"Y/N did you confess?" Gojo came in closer as all the others followed him with their tasers making horrifying noises.

"What are you on abo- Oh!" It all made sense to you now.

You had been locked in a room with Megumi to get you to confess your feelings to each other.

"If by dawn, you confess without waver,

Then you will not have to fear the power of the taser..it makes sense now!!" you exclaimed making sense of the situation now. What an evil school you were in.

"HEY! Y/N YOU BETTER ANSWER ME." Gojo shouted snapping you out of your thoughts, getting an arms length away from you.

"YES! YES! WE DID! WE EVEN KISSED IS THAT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU? PLEASE DON'T TASER ME!"

Suddenly all the taser noises stopped and you looked up to see everyone look relieved.

"You kissed?! YESSSS! Yuji pay up~" Nobara smirked and Yuji looked pissed.

"You made a bet on that?" you asked genuinely shocked as to how much you were shipped.

"Don't worry about that..."

"Let's go gang! Our job here is done." Gojo said as everyone followed behind him congratulating you on their way out.

You looked shocked as you turned to see Megumi looking as confused as you.

"What just happened?" Megumi asked looking like he saw an alien.

"I think it's best you don't know...." you sat down and rested your head on his shoulder.

What a crazy community you were a part of.

a/n: I hope you enjoyed that! and don't forget to request if you would like!! ANON I AM STILL LOOKING FOR YOU!!

love you all!! 💜🎵

[pixystixx]

Hiiii can you do a pt 2 of you should date like maybe where reader and colby actually try dating but keep it a secret bc they just want it to themselves a but but a fan sees them together or smtg ??

You Should Date! (Part 2)

omg i'm sorry it's been like four months... i had to stop writing everything for awhile, so whenever i was writing i was only writing for my current fanfic. i finally am getting around to writing more things ago tho

colbybrock x f!reader

Summary: Colby and you decide to give dating a try after weeks of tension and subtle hints. The two of you agree to keep it a secret. That doesn’t stop you guys from doing fun things. You decide to go on a little cafe date, but the risk is too great. What happens when a fan spots you guys?

༻❦༺

“I’m just so lonely these days,” you sigh. You’re lying on Colby’s couch, complaining about your dating life. You’re trying to make it sound like you don’t have a massive crush on Colby. You think maybe if you act extremely desperate, he’ll cave and suddenly start liking you. 

“Am I not enough for you?” Colby teases. You shake your head and groan. 

“I’m talking about my lonely romantic life. Are you my boyfriend?” You ask, looking at Colby with a deadpan stare. His cheeks turn red, and he shrugs. “That’s what I thought.”

“I don’t understand why you’re so hung up on being single. I’m sure if you asked any guy out, they would say yes,” Colby explains, “Hell, I’d probably date you.”

“Yeah, right,” You laugh. Even the slight possibility of that happening makes your face heat up. 

“Y/N, you are so fucking oblivious,” Colby huffs. He leans into you and grabs your chin, pulling your lips together. His lips are soft and push gently against yours. You both pull away from the kiss and look at each other awkwardly. Colby’s lips turn up into a smile. You touch your fingers to your lips, the feeling of Colby’s still lingering.

“Colby…” you mumble, “can I be honest with you?” He nods his head softly and brushes his hair out of his eyes. “I’ve liked you for a while. I thought that you’ve been messing with me. Were you actually flirting with me?”

“Y/N, I–,” Colby whispers. He doesn’t finish his sentence and stares at you silently. You tilt your head, confused. Colby smiles, puzzling you further. “I’ve been flirting with you for a year. I wonder how anything gets into that thick head of yours.”

You sigh and pout at him, “My head isn’t thick.”

“It took you until now to realize that I liked you,” Colby chuckles.

“You like me?”

“Of course I do,” Colby nods, caressing your cheek, “Will you be my girlfriend?” The sudden question makes your cheeks turn red. You fidget with your fingers and look down at Colby’s couch. Colby tilts your chin up with his hands, making you look into his eyes. His attention is too much, so you lean into his lips. You kiss him softly, trying to convey your feelings to his lips. You pull away, and he asks, “Is that a yes?” You smile, ruffling his hair.

“Colby, your fans are gonna think I’m some evil hoe taking you from them,” You blurt out, realizing the terms you just agreed to.

“That’s why we won’t tell anybody.”

༻❦༺

It’s been a few weeks since you and Colby started dating. You’ve been keeping in on the low, only telling Sam and a few other friends. Everyone’s been happy for you two. Today, you and Colby decided to go on a small cafe date. Nobody’s noticed your little dates. In reality, the new relationship hasn’t changed anything between you and Colby. Why would the fans notice?

Colby holds your hand subtly, just in case people are watching. You two walk into a small cafe that’s practically empty. Colby pulls out the chair for you, being the gentleman he is. He sits across from you. 

“You look really pretty,” Colby compliments you. You smile and hide your blush with your hands. “You should wear that dress more often.” You nod, and he laughs at your quietness.

“What should I get? I know you come here a lot,” you say, switching the topic. Colby hands you the cafe’s menu. He points to a few things on the menu. Colby orders a sandwich and a coffee. You ordered a wrap and a latte that sounded nice. Another couple with a dog walks in. Your eyes glimmer at the sight of the pocket-sized puppy.

“Your dog is so cute,” you say to the couple. The couple smiles, walking over to you.

“Thank you! We just got him a week ago,” the woman responds.

“Ah, he’s so little,” you marvel, “Can I pet him?” The woman nods, and you pet the dog carefully. He wags his tail, and you smile brightly. “Thank you so much! Enjoy your lunch!” The couple waves, sitting down at a nearby table.

“You’re too cute, Y/N,” Colby teases, pinching your cheeks. You kick him lightly under the table as your cheeks turn pink. Your food arrives, and you guys eat happily. You take a sip of your latte and feel the foam coat your lips. You lick off the foam, and Colby laughs at you.

“What?”

Colby reaches forward and wipes his thumb across your upper lip. There’s white foam on his finger, and you laugh. He licks the foam off his finger with a smile. 

“You’re so clumsy.” You shake your head. He nods. You reach across the table to kiss him. You peck his lips softly before sitting down again. Hopefully, no one saw.

༻❦༺

After your date, the two of you went home to watch a movie. You open your phone to find the internet in shambles. 

COLBY BROCK, NEW GIRLFRIEND!!!

COLBY BROCK SECRETLY DATING HIS BEST FRIEND?!?!?!?!

Y/N AND COLBY BROCK CAUGHT KISSING IN PUBLIC!

You and Colby sigh before tossing your phones on the bed. “Shit,” Colby mutters.

[its-the-sa]

it is serious. the ship just comes off as nasty to me and i dont understand it

oh, then I'm sorry for being dismissive. I thought you were just a hater lol.

but in all seriousness, if a ship seems nasty to you, then a logical explanation of it is probably not going to change your mind. squicks are just gut reactions, so it doesn't really matter whether or not you understand the thing that squicks you. and that's ok! if the ship makes you uncomfortable, you should just block the rw regicide tag (or in my case you should probably just block me entirely lol )

but since you did ask sincerely, I'll at least try to explain why I ship it:

basically, I'm just a sucker for the 'enemies to lovers' trope and the 'villain redemption' trope. show me any two characters who fit both of those, and I'll probably ship it lol

I like villain redemption, because I like tragic villains. I like villains whose actions are inexcusable, but understandable. villains who lash out due to grief and end up doing horrible things in the throes of rage. and I like making them feel bad about it. I like villains who know they are monsters, who know they have done despicably evil things and truly hate themselves for it. and I like giving them a second chance. I like to see them feel remorse and turn away from evil and try to become better people.

and I like enemies to lovers because... well, for a lot of reasons that would probably take several thesis papers to unpack, lmao. but basically there's just something really intimate about two characters who can handle each other at their absolute worst, when no one else can. arti is like an unstoppable force of rage until she meets scav king, who is like an immovable object to her. he's willing to fight her and kill her as many times as he needs to, but he never strikes first, and he always gives her the chance to back down. and since he does have min aggression and max sympathy, I see him as the type of person who would easily forgive someone who is genuinely remorseful. he doesn't want to keep the cycle of violence and hatred going; whenever arti is ready to let go of her rage and stop the bloodshed, so is he. when she's ready to face the consequences of her actions and try to become a better person, he would rather support her than condemn her. he doesn't necessarily expect his people to forgive her, and he doesn't try to make excuses for her or downplay any of the harm she caused. i just think he could personally look at arti and find someone worth caring about underneath all the rage and hate, and in turn she could look at him and find someone she can trust enough to let all that hate go and admit she was wrong.

obviously, this type of relationship could never happen in real life (or if it did, it would be a fucking toxic disaster). but they're just characters, so their relationship doesnt have to be realistic, and I just want their story to have a happy ending I guess.

idk if any of this makes sense to you, but it's fine if not. you don't always have to understand why people like things that you don't like, it's ok to just block them for your own peace of mind. so if this ship still makes you uncomfortable, feel free to block me, I wouldn't take offense. stay safe and remember that fandom is for having fun , so dont stress out about it too much!

[actual-changeling]

Hi! In case you're in the mood for more Aziraphale questions -- if you think he still considers Heaven the true moral authority, how do you explain him sheltering Jim from Heaven? I thought the whole point of that was to show that trusting his own moral compass can still lead to disagreeing with Crowley. Because, well, it's his own moral compass, and not Crowley's.

Hopefully I can express my thoughts correctly on this because it basically comes down to Gabriel/Jim being Aziraphale's experiment—his chance to prove to himself (and Crowley by extension) that heaven & angels are fundamentally good and that any cruelties are a few bad apples.

Gabriel shows up and Aziraphale talks to him, realizing that he has lost his memory but that he IS Gabriel; he loses his patience incredibly quickly and then calls Crowley to do the dirty work for him. By then, he has already decided what he wants to do, which is keep Gabriel in his bookshop for an unlimited amount of time while figures out how to deal with him as they go.

See, both Aziraphale and we as the audience know that Gabriel as the Supreme Archangel was a dick, he was rude, arrogant, on a constant power-trip, and the horrible boss of practically everyone.

Meanwhile Gabriel without his memories is entirely without experiences to shape him, and while he isn't a child, he has that childlike innocence and inherent trust the world eventually rips out of you.

This essentially ""proves"" Aziraphale's theory (to him, at least). If you take away the Bad Person traits, you end up with a fundamentally Good Angel, which means heaven is also fundamentally good. This is why he insists on calling Gabriel Jim, why he corrects Crowley whenever he calls him Gabriel, why he trusts Gabriel over Crowley, why he chooses taking care of Gabriel over Crowley's physical and mental safety & well-being.

If THE Archangel fucking Gabriel is deep down a Good Angel, then everyone must be, and it's simply a few bad angels that make everyone seem bad, too. For Aziraphale, those are AMAZING news, and when the Metatron eventually tells him he can turn Crowley back into an angel, it's the grande finale to the entire experience.

Taking Gabriel in is not about some sort of moral compass, it's not done out of compassion or sympathy, it's not done because Aziraphale cares about him.

Aziraphale takes him in to win an argument, plain and simple. If Gabriel had shown up without a deleted memory, Aziraphale would have probably been a lot less inclined to take him in.

In the final fifteen, Aziraphale talks once again about heaven being good and hell & demons being evil, and the whole Gabriel thing just cemented that bullshit in his mind.

Heaven is fundamentally good

-> a lot of cruelties happen in heaven's name

-> it's caused by a few bad angels

-> erase the memory of one of the bad angels and he is back to Good Angel factory settings

-> all angels are fundamentally good and so is heaven

-> demons are bad and evil and being an angel is superior

-> accepting the Metatron's offer is good and means I can turn Crowley back into someone I can love without moral qualms

-> all my problems are now magically solved, yay

Aziraphale does not HAVE a moral compass, he copies heaven's and then adjusts it according to what he thinks God wants (blasphemy and hypocrisy much but okay) because thinking for himself would mean being uncomfortable—and he rather shatters Crowley into pieces than accept that he's wrong. Sure, he loves him, but he loves heaven and himself more than he loves Crowley, and the decisions he makes show that.

[angelsanarchy]

Alkaline: Euronymous x Y/N Series CH 15

Tagging: @ophelialaufey@madamemaximoff06@forever-not-gonna-sink@ajmiila02@liquidsmoothdomme@shady-the-simp @auggiethecreator @tempt-ress @blacksoul-27

Oystein had finally made it home for the holidays. He promised his mom he would stay the week but all he wanted to do was sleep. They had finally gotten the album out and actually making some money back after a year and a half of dedication. They had already started working on what comes next but going into the next year, Oystein wanted to take things to the extreme.

"Honey, please don't fall asleep yet. I have groceries coming and I don't think your dad will be back in time to help." He wasn't asleep yet but the TV wasn't helping.

"The TV is nauseating. There's nothing on it." He complained switching the channels.

"You look exhausted honey. You need a vacation away from here." Oystein rolled his eyes.

"This is my vacation Mom." He could see the concern on her face but she kissed his head gently as he continued to loaf across the couch. The doorbell rang just as he was starting to get comfortable and he let out a sigh.

"Can you get that please?" Oystein held his hand up at his mom who popped her head back out the kitchen as he walked to the door.

"Hey man-" Oystein opened the door expecting anyone but her but there she was, Y/n standing there looking completely different from the last time he saw her.

"Um...your mom has a pretty big order..." Y/n gestured over her shoulder and Oystein followed her down the steps quietly stunned. They hadn't spoken in two years and Oystein couldn't even remember the last time he saw her. He decided the night she told him to fuck off that he would throw his every thought into their album. He wasn't going to let her ruin what he was building. He had a brief stint with a photographer who took shots for the album cover but once that dwindled out, he decided no more fucking around until they had reached the pinnacle of what they were creating, what he was cultivating.

"I'm sorry if this is awkward, I honestly didn't know you had come home." Y/n said honestly.

"I'm visiting on holiday. I promised I would come home after we finished the album but never made it so this is me making up for it." Oystein explained grabbing bags from the back.

"I'm sure they loved that. Your dad hasn't stopped bragging about you whenever I bring groceries." Y/n smiled and it made Oystein's chest hurt.

"You changed your hair." He blurted making her laugh.

"I did. It was starting to get too long so-"

"It looks good." Oystein added. She reached out and touched the top of his making him freeze.

"Your roots could use a touch up. Your evil is bleeding out." Y/n joked. He wanted to laugh but the last time they spoke, she was shitting on his image. She had no idea who he was now.

"I've been a bit busy." Oystein tossed more of the groceries at the bottom of the steps and Y/n nodded realizing he apparently didn't appreciate the joke.

"That's what I hear. Congratulations on the album. Your sister actually gifted it to me for Christmas." Oystein didn't know why he felt self conscious that she actually owned a copy of their record but he tried not to let it show.

"I'm sure it's getting a lot of use in a drawer somewhere." He grabbed the last of the groceries and started to walk away.

"It's not...and it's really good. I don't understand most of it but it's good Oystein." He finally looked at her face and she held a sincere gaze as she complimented him, almost like she was proud of him.

"Well I guess we didn't need a list of backup singers after all considering Pelle is still alive and kicking." Oystein shot watching her face fall.

"Tell your mom I said happy holiday." She turned her back on him and started down the driveway to the car but he followed.

"You know you should consider growing up and finding a legitimate job. I mean I thought you would have moved on by now but here you are still slinging groceries." Y/n laughed out loud at Oystein's bitter jab at her employment again.

"What? You don't want to talk about how much of a poser I am? Or how I don't give a shit about my band? You've got nothing to say now?" He pressed continuing to follow her as she slammed her trunk shut.

"I'm not going to fight you Euronymous. It would be a waste of both our times. The only thing you're doing now is revealing how absolutely full of shit you are still. I can see you haven't changed one bit." She got into her car and he felt his blood boiling. He wanted to fight. He wanted to get under her skin. Anything just to keep her talking to him. Before he could say anything else, she was backing out of the driveway as his dad was pulling in. He gave her a wave before parking in front of Oystein who was clenching his fists, stalking back to the groceries at the bottom of the steps to drag inside.

"Blast from the past! I bet you and Y/n had a lot to catch up on." His dad clearly didn't realize they were no longer on speaking terms.

"Hardly. Honestly I thought she would have gotten a real job by now. It's pretty pathetic to still be delivering groceries at her age." Oystein's dad halted his son with a firm grip.

"Oystein...you didn't say that to her did you? That is incredibly inappropriate and hurtful. She works really hard to support her family, especially after what happened with her mother." Oystein had no idea what his dad was talking about but he was actually upset with him.

"What happened to her mom?" He asked curiously.

"She had a psychotic breakdown. Tried to kill herself in front of the kids. Her dad had to have her committed just to be able to care for her. Y/n has to work like she does to take care of her brothers. I think even one of her brothers has the same problems her mother has. It's incredibly sad." Oystein couldn't lie. He felt like a dick for saying what he said but there was nothing he could do about it.

They were just two different people who couldn't make it work. It was bittersweet but not surprising. He couldn't let her take him back to where he was then. He had to stay focused on keeping the image that he worked so hard for.

[zikariogirl]

‘ 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 ’ — 𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐧-𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤

part one, PART TWO

summary ┆ as vincenzo’s sister, you were asked to help him out with a certain situation he was handling in korea - spying on a evil-corrupted CEO, who has no care for others. you were strategic, smart, and the best of the best. . . but who knew you would fall in love with a psychopath.

warnings ┆ nsfw scenes, violence, HEAVY swearing

key:

normal = english

bold = korean

italics = italian

Ever since you confessed your feelings towards Han-seok, your life has been at a full bliss — not to mention how magical that night felt. The two of you completely ditched the party and checked in at an exclusive hotel where you fucked all night and all morning. You both agreed to only reveal your relationship to Ms. Choi, Mr. Han, and Han-seo, and that it would be better to keep your relationship private and far away from the media.

The only issue now is you don’t know where your loyalty lies anymore. You’re still an undercover spy for Vincenzo right now, regardless on how you feel towards Han-seok. Your duty is to report back to your brother, something you’ve been slacking on a lot, but also because your crazy boyfriend won’t leave you out of his sight at all. Whenever you get the chance to be on your phone — away from Han-seok’s eyes — you would give Vincenzo very little intel, something that he’s starting to grow suspicious of but you kept promising him that’s all you know. You’re not sure how long it’ll be until he realizes the truth.

Hopefully he won’t for your sake.

But there’s also the fact that you’re lying to Han-seok. You’re genuinely terrified of what he’ll do and how he will react when he finds out your true identity. Will he believe you when you try to explain that you actually like him? Is he going to kill you for “toying” with his heart? He’s dangerous and although you could handle him, he’s very unpredictable.

You were too lost in your thoughts to even notice Han-seok driving at an extreme speed. The moment he swerved the SUV to the left to avoid hitting a car, you snapped out of your trance and looked at him.

“Han-seok!” You yelled. “What the fuck is your problem?!”

“That fucking Italian scumbag and Cha-young are going to pay,” he lowly muttered to himself but you were able to hear him.

“What do you mean?”

“I know it was them,” he gripped the steering wheel. “Breaking into the arty gallery. Knowing about the paper company. They know, so. Much. Information.”

He unexpectedly yelled out in frustration, causing you to flinch. Even though you’ve been around him for so much you’re still not fully used to his outbursts.

You also weren’t aware of any plan that consisted of breaking in to an art gallery that held secret information for Babel. Yes, you may have been slacking lately with your information but Vincenzo always made sure to tell you everything about their plans — just in case you needed to keep Han-seok distracted.

Are they keeping information from you now? It’s not like you deserve to know now anyways, but still. You felt a little betrayed.

Speak for yourself.

You ignored your thoughts and held on tightly as Han-seok kept driving at an extreme speed. “Baby, can you please slow down.”

“No.”

“Han-seok.”

“Shut up.”

“You fucking son of a bitch,” you quietly muttered to yourself.

“Hm, what was that?” He stepped on the gas even more. “Did you just curse at me?”

“Han-seok, stop!” Your heart began to beat erratically at how swiftly you were zooming past every car. “You better stop with your fucking tantrum or I’m sleeping at my place tonight.”

He cackled. “As if.”

“You wanna bet? I would love to see you try and stop me.”

His nostrils flared and he slowly lifted his foot off the gas, the SUV finally going back to normal speed.

“Fine. You’re no fun.”

“I would rather not die,” you huffed before crossing your arms over your chest.

He shot you a quick glance before reaching over — definitely to touch your boob — but you just smacked his hand away and he scowled.

“You lost your boob touch privileges for the next hour.”

It wasn’t long until you both arrived at the art gallery, heading inside and making a direct bee line into the director’s office. Ms. Choi and Han-seo were already waiting for you, and you took notice of a red-head lady facing down. The three of them snapped their heads towards your direction, and she looked mortified when her eyes landed on Han-seok. The stillness in the air made the atmosphere very suffocating, letting you know that something bad was bound to happen in a few seconds.

Han-seok put his best poker face on as he took a seat in one of the chairs. “Well?” He faintly smiled up at Ms. Choi.

“They managed to steal the file that holds all of the information about the paper company, sir.”

You bit the inside of your cheek. “Was it Vincenzo and Cha-young?”

“Yes. We looked through the security cameras. It was confirmed to be them, along with a few other suspicious people. We’re sure they were all working together.”

They did it. They actually did it. A few months ago you would’ve been internally cheering for them and then invite them for drinks after.

But you’re the complete opposite right now. You’re hurt. Betrayed. Angry. Probably because you feel a small ounce of protectiveness against Han-seok, and also because Vincenzo — your brother — never told you about this little heist they had planned out. You felt Han-seok’s hand touch your arm, signaling you that he wanted his emergency gummy bears.

Yes, this psychopath has a secret stash of gummy bears he likes to carry around.

You pulled out the bag and handed it over. His silence spoke more than words, and you already knew he was a ticking time bomb, with just a few minutes left until he blows up.

“Why would you hold such a stupid event and cause so much trouble?” Han-seo began to scold the red-head. “The gallery is not your playground!”

She immediately got on her knees and began to bow at Han-seok, causing you to lift an eyebrow in her direction. “I’m so sorry, sir.”

But Han-seok remained unbothered, if anything, Han-seo was the one who seemed furious as he slammed his hand on the table. “This won’t end with you.”

His little outburst made your boyfriend speak up. “Be quiet. I’m thinking.”

“This is ridiculous,” Han-seo answered. “It’s like she doesn’t think at all!”

You’ve never seen him so angry before. It was definitely a sight to see, a rare one as of matter of fact. You were just about to speak until Ms. Choi beat you to it.

“You should leave the country before they bar you from going abroad,” she suggested.

What?!

“Why? Go where?” You asked.

“Yeah, why?” Han-seo jumped in. “I’ll take the fall for him. Why bother?”

“All the evidence they have points to you. They will be able to track the IP address from the gallery back to your home,” Ms. Choi explained the situation.

You felt yourself clenching and unclenching your fists at the thought of the police arresting Han-seok. Was that actually possible? Maybe there could be a way around it. Your mind began to wander at any possible ideas that could save him from going to prison, but while you did this, you took notice in the way Han-seo’s facial expression changed at the information. He almost looked…relieved. You narrowed your eyes at him, waiting for him to look in your direction, and the moment he locked eyes with you he swiftly looked away, showing clear signs of being uncomfortable.

You returned your attention back to Han-seok who was already looking up at you. A part of you wanted him to stay, but if whatever Ms. Choi was saying is true and whatever was on that file can send him to prison, you did not want to risk it. You shot him a sad smile, letting him know that you’re okay with him going away for a bit.

“Han-seo. Get me and ______ the earliest flight leaving for New York now.”

“Wait what?”

“Yes, sir.”

You and Han-seo spoke at the same time. You could tell Ms. Choi was also caught by surprise at his request, and you furrow your brows down at him. “You want me to go?”

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”

“I feel like I won’t be as much use to you in New York. If anything, I want to track Vincenzo down for you. Just give me the order, please, and I’ll do it.”

As much as New York with him sounds fun, you need to see Vincenzo immediately. Other than giving him a piece of your mind, maybe there’s a way you can delete whatever file they stole, which will save Han-seok from prison.

Look at you, wanting to yell at your brother for not filling you in on their plan but you’re also trying to help the enemy. Hypocrite.

Stop. You need to stop thinking about that.

Han-seok shrugged at your suggestion. “There will be no need for that. New York isn’t always safe either. You’ll be there as my bodyguard, to protect me.”

Of course he would use that excuse.

You noticed Han-seo taking his leave as he began to look for flights for you both. The room grew quiet again, which made Han-seok stand up from his chair and slowly walk towards something that you assumed was a piece of marble. Your eyes followed his form, eyeing him suspiciously, before he suddenly began to angrily stomp on the marble slab on the floor.

Yep, there it is. His angry outburst that was waiting to happen.

He lifted up the piece and began to slam it down onto the floor, causing the red-haired director to silently cry at the sight in front of her.

He bellowed out one last scream before turning his body towards Ms. Choi. “Before I leave, I want to see Vincenzo’s dead body.”

She nodded her head at his demand, but you? You felt your blood run cold at his words. Why is he asking her that? Did the two of them plan something behind your back? Did Han-seok also go behind your back without letting you know? Your body began to tremble at all the questions that spurred in your head, and you didn’t even notice Han-seo walking back inside the room, confirming your flight.

No, you didn’t want to fly with him if he fucking lied to you and went behind your back. Hell no.

You remained quiet, not wanting to say a word. It seemed like everyone else was on edge as well. You weren’t afraid of them killing Vincenzo since it’s nearly impossible to make it happen. Your brother is the best of the best, and Korea is definitely not prepared for his twisted games.

And they’re most certainly not prepared for yours either. The next few minutes will determine if Han-seok lied to you or not, and that’s enough to make you worry, because if it turns out to be true, you don’t know what you’ll do.

The sound of Ms. Choi’s phone buzzing made you turn your head in her direction as she desperately fished out her phone from her pocket. The way her eyes widened from fear already told you enough and Han-seo stole the phone from her grip as he furrowed his eyes at the screen.

“They failed again,” he stated.

You didn’t miss the way Han-seok’s head snapped towards his direction. The younger brother brought the phone over to him, and he looked furious as he stared at the screen.

“He’s so hard to kill.”

You had enough of this bullshit. You angrily marched towards the two brothers, shoved Han-seo to the side, and snatched the phone from Han-seok’s hands. Your eyes focused on the picture and you felt your hand began to shake when you recognized the three men that laid dead on the floor. They’re Paolo’s hit men. They were able to get in contact with him — with your piece of shit brother. This was more than you expected. This was strategically planned out. They kept this from you? Even though you’re the one who’s supposed to be in charge of this?

“Why wasn’t I made aware of this?”

You didn’t even recognize your own voice.

Han-seok raised an eyebrow at you. “Hm?”

“Why. Wasn’t. I. Made. Aware. Of. This.”

“Because me and Ms. Choi had it under control.”

You didn’t even think twice when you angrily threw the phone into the wall, causing it to smash into a million pieces. All three of them flinched at your sudden outburst but Ms. Choi quickly regained her composure as she pointed at you.

“You! What the hell is wrong with you?!”

“You shut up you stupid fucking bitch! I’ll kill you!” You pointed back at her. “As for you,” you returned your attention to Han-seok. “Why the fuck am I here for huh!? Didn’t you hire me to do this shit?!

“You were obviously failing too much so we had to take matters into our own hands,” Ms. Choi barked back.

“Oh wow and look at where that got you,” you sarcastically laughed in return. “You wanna know what you are? A stupid fucking rookie. All of your moves against Vincenzo are laughable. You go for the obvious blow. You always leave fingerprints behind. You’re sloppy. You have no fucking clue how the Italian Mafia works, but I do.”

You began to walk towards her. “I’ve worked so close to these mafia bastards. I’ve been on countless missions for and against them. I know their weaknesses. I know how they think and how they work. Why do you think I haven’t killed Vincenzo yet, huh? Because he’s the best of the best. I’ve heard stories about him back when I was in Italy, and he was one of the top consigliere’s in the country. This isn’t some guy you can simply waltz with. Oh no. If you want to dance with him without having him step on your feet, then you need to learn how to move with him. You need to learn his moves. When he’s going to twirl you around, when he’s going to dip you down, and when he plans to finish his dance. That’s why I haven’t killed that bastard yet, because I’m slowly learning his moves. So when the right time comes, I can trip him in our little dance, causing him to fall completely.”

“Well it’s a little hard trusting a mercenary who turned herself into a prostitute–”

You didn’t even give her time to blink. Your hands wrapped around her neck as you pushed her down onto the floor, the sound of screaming going off in the background. Her eyes widened in fear as she frantically began to swing her arms to hit you in he face, but you quickly pinned her arms down above her head as your right hand began to squeeze hard against her skin. Her face was turning purple, and the feel of her body trashing underneath you in an attempt to escape sent a wild wave of exhilaration through you.

You felt a pairs of hands grab you from behind and you quickly turned around and punched them, not even caring to see who it was. Ms. Choi’s eyes were rolling at the back of her head and you nearly smiled until you felt two different pairs of hands pull you off of her.

“Stop,” Han-seok breathed into your ear. You broke free from his and Han-seo’s grasp, not even caring to check on the poor younger brother who was the victim of your right hook.

You were breathing heavily, from both adrenaline and anger. “Don’t fucking call me for anything anymore. I’m fucking done,” you snapped. “You want to hire shitty people and piss Vincenzo off more? Fine by me. Go ahead and sign your own death wish for all I care. I’m leaving back to Italy tonight.”

You saw him tense up at your words, and you didn’t give him a chance to speak since you continued to ramble on.

“You fucking lied to me. You told me you were laying off Vincenzo for a while and would let me know when you were ready to deal with him. Instead, you went behind my fucking back and planned this all out with Ms. Choi. The least you could’ve done was include me in your little meetings.”

You didn’t have a right to be mad, especially since you’ve been lying to him for the start. You’re crying to him about betrayal yet you’re the biggest snake in this room. Maybe it’s because you felt hurt and betrayed by both Vincenzo and Han-seok, since they equally went behind your back to plan something out. On top of that, they almost killed Vincenzo. You don’t know how exactly your brother survived their attack but one thing you did know was that they were close in taking him away from you. They almost got what they wished for.

“Good luck with your bullshit.”

You left it at that as you began to march out the door, but a firm hand gripped your own. You didn’t even have to turn around to know who it was.

“Stay, please. I’ll explain everything on the flight.”

“I’m not flying with you,” you shook him off. “And I’m not staying. Leave me alone.”

You didn’t want to look at him, because deep down, you knew his pleading eyes will make you stay. Even though you almost killed Ms. Choi, you were thankful in hearing her very hoarse voice speak, letting Han-seok know that they must head to the airport immediately.

You took that as your sign and left, feeling both relieved and upset that Han-seok didn’t try to stop you that time. Your eyes were starting to cloud with tears and you quickly wiped them away as you hailed a cab and began to make your way to Geumga Plaza. It was late at night so everyone must be in their rooms by now, and because of that you rushed up the stairs towards Vincenzo’s. You angrily pounded at the door and he was quick to open it, giving you the chance to storm inside.

“You know, I could’ve easily fooled you as someone else and killed you.”

“I’m not in the mood for your jokes,” you pointed at him. “What the fuck happened today?”

“What happened to you?” He raised an eyebrow. “You haven’t stopped by to say hello anymore. Is everything okay?”

“Fine. Han-seok won’t let me out of his sight. Now, tell me about this plan of yours you had about sneaking into the art gallery and taking a file!”

“Ah, well, Cha-young and I found some information regarding to Babel’s paper company. We needed a team in order to break in.”

“And why wasn’t I told about this?”

He hummed. “You’ve been acting suspicious lately.”

You swallowed at his words. “Suspicious how?”

Vincenzo walked towards one of the cabinets as he poured himself a drink. “Drink?” He asked, which made you shake your head in return. “Well, you haven’t been honest with me. You’ve been keeping information from us.”

“Says who?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know, you tell me.”

So he doesn’t know. He’s probably suspicious of you, but he doesn’t have concrete proof that you are in fact dating Han-seok out of your own free will. You looked down towards the floor, taking in a deep breath before exhaling.

“I just don’t understand why you planned this all out with people you barely even know. I’m your sister. We’re family. You always tell me things, but you kept this from me. You kept something this huge from me. On top of that, you almost died,” the image of Paolo’s three hit men flashed in your head, “I felt like you didn’t need me.”

His silence towards your last remark made you want to die, since it felt like he wasn’t acknowledging how you felt. Why can’t he just fucking talk to you? What’s so hard about that? You sucked up your pain and clenched your teeth together as you slightly switched the topic.

“I almost blew my cover when I found out that out.”

“What’d you do?”

So he responds to that? Cue your heart breaking.

“I almost killed Ms. Choi.”

He choked on his drink at your words, his eyes slightly widening. “What did you do to her?”

You slightly smiled at the satisfying memory. “I choked her and almost succeeded until the two Jang brothers pulled me off. If anything she’ll be left with a very bruised neck, possibly some soreness in her vocal chords.”

He chuckled at your response and shook his head in disapproval. “You really do have the worst temper.”

“Well I grew up with you, how can I not?”

Even though you were still upset and feeling betrayed by him, you couldn’t stay mad forever. You did almost lose him tonight, and spending time with him was something you certainly did not want to bypass — even if he’s somewhat disregarding your feelings. You drank a couple of drinks with Vincenzo before crashing out at his place, forgetting about the fact that you told Han-seok you were going to spend the night at your apartment.

It’s not like it mattered anyways, he was most likely already flying to New York by now, and that’s something you debated on telling Vincenzo or not.

By the next morning, everyone oddly seemed to be in a good mood. When Mr. Nam informed you that Prosecutor Jung arrested Han-seok last night with the information they stole, you almost lost it. Another thing Vincenzo forgot to mention when you two were drinking.

But why should you care? You’re the one who walked out on him and told him to never contact you again. He’s on his own now, and his precious Ms. Choi can bail him out if needed. He preferred having her do his dirty work anyways, since the only thing he needed you for was to let out his sexual frustration.

You were feeling betrayed both by Vincenzo and Han-seok, and you genuinely did not know how to feel.

After watching Prosecutor Jung’s speech on how he was wrong for his speculation against Babel and witnessing Cha-young lose it, you felt like you needed to leave. To everyone else, Vincenzo seemed pretty collected, but deep down you knew he was at the brink of losing it too. Their reactions towards his betrayal made you question yourself, and the whole atmosphere was suffocating. There’s no doubt in mind that you’re going to hurt them when they find out about you and Han-seok. How it wasn’t just a front anymore and how you cared about him. How you’re morally fucking this up for everyone — including yourself.

But seeing Cha-young and Vincenzo’s interaction made your heart clench. Only an idiot would not know that there’s blatantly something going on between them. The way he chased after her and was holding onto her arm while attempting to calm her down…you knew. You knew that your brother somehow managed to find love while he stowed away in Korea. It wasn’t planned, you knew he didn’t expect this. You were happy he found someone.

But do you have a right to feel that same happiness? You wouldn’t go as far and say you love Han-seok, but your feelings for him are pretty serious. Your love life is complicated — your fault though — and your boyfriend slash ex-boyfriend wants to kill your brother, and your brother wants to kill him. It’s not the most ideal situation you want to be in.

Maybe you can steer Han-seok away from his corrupted ways? Get him to just leave Babel to Han-seo and move away with you as far away from Korea as possible. You two could possibly move to the States. Maybe you could convince him, and if not, then you can just leave him be and help Vincenzo how you originally planned.

You didn’t even bother to say goodbye to anyone as you left the plaza and went back to your place. Walking in, the place felt a bit eerie since you haven’t necessarily been staying here for the past few weeks. Some of your stuff is still at Han-seok’s place so you were thankful to have left a few items behind. You quickly changed into a pair of black leggings and a white sports bra, adding a thin athletic jacket over you just in case.

Most of your day was spent working out and getting your mind off of things. Your body was mentally exhausted and you needed a breather from the world around you. For the first time in a while, you felt refreshed. You were heading back inside to your place with your headphones playing ‘No Hands’ at full blast.

“Girl drop it to the floor! I love the way your booty go – HOLY FUCK!”

You had a near damn heart attack when you walked inside your apartment and noticed Han-seok standing in the living room. His hair was disheveled and he had a crazed look on his face, but the moment his eyes landed on you, they widened.

“What are you doing here? I thought–”

You didn’t even get to finish talking before you felt him slam his lips against yours. He pulled you close and held your body tightly, and you almost caved in to the kiss but then remembered the whole altercation in the art gallery.

You shoved Han-seok away and shot him a glare. “I thought I told you I was done.”

“I thought you left,” he completely ignored your words as he began to talk. “I came by your apartment last night and you weren’t here. I searched for you and didn’t get any sleep. Then I had to return to Babel to discuss some matters before making my way back here, only to find your apartment empty once again. I thought you were gone, that you managed to leave the country without a trace. I was about to hire some of my best men to track you down…but now that I know you never left, where were you last night?”

“That’s none of your concern,” you turned around to grab a water bottle from the fridge but he rushed to your side and slammed the fridge door shut.

“Wrong answer,” he hummed before cupping your cheeks with his free hand. “Now, where were you?”

“Take your hand off me before I drop kick you,” you threatened.

He whistled and did as you asked. “You were out with some guy weren’t you?”

“No I wasn’t,” you dryly laughed. “All of the men here in Korea are a bunch of liars and not worth the effort, including you.”

“Are you going to continue to whine or will you let me explain why I had Ms. Choi do my dirty work for me?”

“Oh yeah, I would love to hear your excuse,” you responded with sarcasm.

Suddenly, you felt him grab your hand and twirl you around to face him. His eyes were full of emotion as they gazed down on you, and his features were soft, something that slightly shocked you. Ever since you met Han-seok, he’s been a mixture of serious, psychotic, and a dork. There was no in between since he would change his attitude in just a quick snap of his fingers. He was unpredictable — never letting you know what was going on in his head.

But this moment, right now, he was an open book. He looked vulnerable and weak, and that was enough to make you listen.

“Ididntwanthimtohurtyou,” he rapidly spoke, making you squint at him.

“What?”

He took in a deep breath and closed his eyes, giving himself a second before he could respond. “I didn’t want him to hurt you,” he begun, “he’s not someone you can test the waters with and expect to come out fine. He’s dangerous. You’ve seen what he’s capable of and you’ve run into him several times before. I still remember that one time you showed up bleeding almost everywhere. I…I don’t want him to go after you, and having Ms. Choi do my dirty work instead wont put you in harms way.”

Does…does he actually care for you? The Jang Han-seok, the CEO who’s made it clear he does not care about anyone else but himself. The same CEO who never shows any form of emotions — only anger. The same CEO who threatens his subordinates, including his brother, because they fail to do something right or just pester him.

“I need you, okay?”

His words left you stunned. Your brain was trying to process everything that was going on.

“You…need me?” You audibly whispered.

“Yes baby.”

“But do you mean you need my skills?”

He shook his head and tilted your chin up, his eyes meeting yours. “No. Even though you’re a fucking badass, I need you. You have weaved your way into my heart and I don’t plan on losing you.”

You’re literally about to melt right there.

You grabbed his face with your hands and pulled him down to you, pressing your lips against his in a desperate kiss. Han-seok responded almost immediately, and he hoisted you up, making you to wrap your legs around his waist as he began to walk you towards your bedroom.

His lips knew every sensitive spot in your body, and he took his time savoring you, exploring you, and making you feel special like the fucking goddess you are. He wanted to show you how much you meant to him, so he was at your complete mercy tonight. You were currently riding his face while his hands gripped your thighs, his tongue flicking and playing with your sensitive areas.

You writhed above him as you began to reach your high. “H-Han-seok I’m gonna…”

He quickly flipped you over so you were on your back and wasted no time sliding back inside you. “That’s it baby. I got you.”

He began to thrust as he held himself up on his elbows. Your moans echoed throughout your room and all you could do was gaze into his brown orbs. He cupped your cheek and snaked an arm underneath your back, pressing you closer to him.

“You’re so beautiful. My fucking baby.”

He connected your lips together in a passionate kiss as he began to pick up the pace. You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him back with so much passion while the two of you moved together in sync, slowly picking up the pace in a feverish way. You felt yourself cum first before Han-seok followed suit, spilling his seed inside you without a care.

The two of you continued to kiss and hold each other close, not wanting to let the other go. You both come from two different worlds, but at the same time, they’re similar in a sense. Unlike everyone you’ve known so far in your life, Han-seok needs you. Your father didn’t want you. The Cassano family accepted you then tossed you aside the moment they found something better. Vincenzo left Italy without thinking about how you would feel and only contacted you when he needed help, because he needed your skills.

You’ve never been put first your whole life, you were always just the person who filled the void in peoples lives, and when you weren’t needed anymore, you were tossed away. Forgotten. But Han-seok? He wants you. He needs you. He’s the first person to make you feel wanted in such a long time.

And honestly, you were not going to let that go.

-

Time has passed and matters were getting much more heated between Babel and Jipuragi Law Firm. Just like Han-seok promised, he has not bothered to send you on a mission to go after Vincenzo, instead, you’ve been doing some of his dirty work for him.

You’ve slowly been losing contact with Vincenzo again. It hurt knowing you two were growing distant, but he seemed to prefer confiding in his new family at Geumga Plaza than you. You might’ve been slow in delivering information but he still could’ve gone to you if he needed anything. Sure, you weren’t being fully honest with him, but you weren’t going to sabotage him in any shape, way, or form.

You also have been trying to grow close with Han-seo, especially since you felt bad after punching him in the face. The younger Jang brother laughed it off and reassured you it wasn’t a big deal, but he seemed terrified talking to you. It was definitely Han-seok’s doing and you know it.

But with everything that’s going on, you should expect the worse to happen.

You were staying at Han-seok’s place, cooking up a quick meal for you since he was out discussing matters with Ms. Choi. You despise that bitch, and you hate how close her and Han-seok are. You don’t care how old she fucking is, but a deep part of you always grew jealous when he had important matters to attend with her.

He can talk it with me too.

You were too busy angrily mumbling to yourself to even hear the front door close. A familiar pair of arms wrapped themselves around you as Han-seok hugged you from behind and began to kiss your neck.

“How was your date with Ms. Choi? You two have fun?”

“Hm, are you jealous baby?”

“Are you drunk?”

The smell of alcohol burned your nose when he spoke. You set the pan aside so the food wouldn’t burn as you quickly turned around to look at him. He didn’t hesitate in slipping his hands underneath your shirt — well, his shirt to be exact — and grazing the bottom skin of your breasts.

“Baby…you’re not wearing a bra?”

“Don’t change the subject,” you cupped his face to look at him. “Why were you drinking?”

“Because I can’t kill that bastard, and he’s been taking everything away from me,” he slurred before resting his forehead on your shoulder. “I need to find his family.”

Your breathing hitched. “Why?”

“Because then I can make him suffer. He must have a mother out there. Someone that’s family to him that he cares about.”

You’re looking at her. You thought to yourself. Even if you weren’t on big speaking terms with him, he still cares.

“I doubt he has family,” you wanted to steer him away from his assumption. “Mafia members usually don’t have any family left, and seeing how he’s Korean-Italian, I doubt his parents are alive. It’ll just be a dead end.”

He hummed at your response. “You can never be too sure.”

“Baby, I have no one left. Anyone I worked with back in Italy is the same.” He began to kiss your neck again, almost distracting you but you couldn’t have any of that. “I know him and Cha-young have something going on.”

He stilled at your words but kept his lips on your skin. “Really?”

“Mhm,” you nodded. “I think you should start with her.”

Even though you feel bad about suggesting Cha-young as a target, you didn’t want them going after Vincenzo’s mom. You met her once and she seems like a sweet lady. She’s been through a lot as well, and you still remember the rage you felt when you found out about what her previous employer did to her. Scummy men who prey on innocent women for their own sexual desires deserve the worst, and you had a mental celebration when you were made aware that he passed away.

He should’ve been tortured by Vincenzo, if anything.

Han-seok pulled away as he looked down at you, seeming to be in deep thought. “Maybe, we’ll see. But for now,” he tore his shirt off of you — like actually ripped apart — and his eyes trailed your body with hunger as you stood there exposed, wearing just your lace underwear.

“Han-seok!” You gasped. “I was making food!”

“Well baby I’m hungry too,” he smirked before ripping away your underwear and setting you down on the cold counter.

Then he proceeded to eat you out and it felt fucking amazing.

-

Life has not been easy ever since.

After articles about Han-seok’s past surfaced, he sent you to kill Oh Jeong-bae, the CEO of Daechang Daily. You finished it without a problem and left as the clean up crew that Ms. Choi sent arrived to pick up his body. What you didn’t know was that they planned to frame Vincenzo, but did it unsuccessfully since he’s always one step ahead of them.

You’ve been going on more secret dates with Han-seok and have practically moved in with him at this point. You were out running some errands when your phone began to ring, Han-seok’s name popping up on the car’s screen.

“Yes, sir?” You have to keep it professional at first, just in case anyone is in ear shot view.

“Baby! Come celebrate with us!”

He seemed to be in a very cheerful mood. “Oh yeah? What are we celebrating?”

“The death of Vincenzo’s mother.”

You slammed on the brakes, not even caring that you stopped in the middle of the road. “What?”

“Ms. Choi did some digging and found his mother. She was admitted to a hospital, and we sent someone to finish the job.”

This is not good. Killing his mom is just asking for a death wish, and knowing Vincenzo, he’s smart enough to figure out who sent the hitman. He’ll go after Han-seok in a heartbeat.

He’s actually probably on his way to kill him now.

“Baby, where are you?” Your voice was filled with panic as you stepped on the gas.

“At the estate. I don’t see why you’re worried.”

Your knuckles gripped the steering wheel. “Jang Han-seok, you just killed the woman Vincenzo loves the most. His own blood. His only family. His mother. I know you don’t care about family, but majority of the world population will go ballistic if someone killed their mother. He’s going to fucking kill you, all because you wanted to get even with him.”

“Either I’m going stupid or you’re actually defending him.”

“Because he’s going to kill you!” You kept swerving past cars. “Why do you have to get even with him! Fucking hell!”

You were not that far from the estate now, but he suddenly went quiet on his end which made you worry.

“What’s happening Han-seok?”

Then a shot rang out, and you felt the blood in your body run cold.

“Han-seok!” You frantically screamed as you tried not to have a full blown panic attack while driving. You heard him breathe on the other line before he spoke two words and hung up.

“He’s here.”

No, no, no, no, no, no.

He can’t fucking kill him, he can’t.

It was as if everything around you was a blur, your hands felt numb even though you were gripping the steering wheel. You could crash into someone right now but you wouldn’t care, you’d find a way to get to Han-seok. At this moment, he’s the only thing that mattered.

The moment you arrived to the estate, your heart dropped at the sight of all the bodies writhing on the floor. It was like something straight out of a horror movie. The ramp leading to the house was caked with a trail of blood, letting you know that Vincenzo is showing no mercy. You cocked your gun and ran out of the car, ignoring the pleas of the injured bodyguards as you made your way past them.

You never felt such adrenaline before, and the moment you saw Vincenzo pointing his gun at Han-seok’s face, you knew right then and now, that this will leave a dent in your relationship with your brother. Vincenzo didn’t seem to know about your presence because the moment he heard the click of your gun behind him, he grew rigid.

“Drop the gun.”

Your voice was low and dangerous.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m not going to repeat myself,” you pressed your gun towards his head. “Drop the gun. Now.”

He stayed silent for a while, contemplating your order. Your eyes briefly connected with Han-seok’s and he looked both relieved to see you but also terrified. He wasn’t scared for his life — not even the slightest — but he was for yours.

“Stay out of this.” It almost sounded like he was pleading you to walk away, to not dig yourself further into this mess that can cost you your life.

“Not until he drops the gun,” you tilted your head. “So, what’s it gonna be, Vincenzo?”

His chuckle caught you off guard. “You really want to do this right now, sister?”

“You know better than to not call me that right now.”

“Why? You’re scared your boyfriend will find out the truth about your identity?”

Your breathing increased. “You wouldn’t.”

“Try me,” he pressed. “I’m sending you back to Italy tonight. You’re done.”

No you’re not fucking done, and he will not fucking ruin whatever happiness you found here. He didn’t expect you to kick his legs and force him to the ground, your body moving swiftly to take his gun from his hand. He looked shocked as he looked up at you, a look of betrayal flashing through his features.

“Yes! That’s my girl,” Han-seok clapped as he stood up, walking towards you to plant a kiss on your cheek. “Kill him.”

“She won’t,” Vincenzo answered with a smug look on his face.

Your hands began to shake and your eyes brimmed with tears while your lip quivered, the intense emotion of betrayal sitting with you as you stared into the eyes of your brother. Your family. The only other person who genuinely cared about you. Han-seok called out for you, but it’s like your mind tuned him out, and Vincenzo was the only other person in the room.

You’re not going to kill him, you can’t and won’t.

“I’m disappointed in you, sister. You really fell for the enemy.”

He actually fucking blew your cover. Your eyes widened in fear at his words, the dread settling in as the room grew quiet.

“S-Sister?” Mr. Han spoke from behind you. “Did I hear that right?”

“It seems we’ve had a traitor all this time, sir.”

“If you want to keep breathing for the next five seconds, I suggest you shut your fucking mouth, Ms. Choi. I will blow your brains out without a second thought,” you threatened which made her shut up real quick.

“You’re a fucking bitch.”

Han-seok’s voice cut you like a knife, and you refused to turn around and look into his eyes. You didn’t want to face him. You didn’t feel worthy of facing him right now.

Instead, you put the safety on Vincenzo’s gun and tossed it to him. “You know, I came here to help my brother out but lately, it’s been feeling like he doesn’t need me anymore. But you want to know who does? The man behind me. He’s made me feel so fucking special Vincenzo and I honestly could care less about what he fucking does and how he does shit to stay on top. You think the Cassano family has their hands clean? You ever sit back and wonder all the people we’ve killed for them, and how many of those people are possibly innocent with families out there? We’re fucking monsters. Every single person in this room is a monster. I’m tired of trying to play the good guy, because I’m not, and you –”

You didn’t even have time to react or simply do anything as Vincenzo interrupted your speech by aiming his gun at Han-seok and pressing the trigger. A silent shot rang out and Han-seok collapsed to the floor, holding his right ear while he groaned out in pain.

“That’s just a preview of what I’m going to do.”

“Han-seok!” You cried out as you dropped down to his side and tore a bottom piece of your shirt off to press it against his ear. He tried to push you away but you resisted as you held him close while everyone else scurried towards the two of you. “Call 911!”

His bloodshot eyes looked at you with disgust and hate, but you didn’t care right now. You needed him to get seen immediately. The ambulance was quick in getting there and took him straight away with Han-seo riding on the back. You wanted to leave with them so bad but you held back, not wanting to stress him out more especially with his wound. Ms. Choi and Mr. Han were not making it easer as they stared at you with intensity.

“My loyalty still lies with Han-seok,” you began, not bothering to face them. “Only cowards run and hide, and I’m not a coward.”

You avoided seeing Han-seok at the hospital, knowing that he will go crazy the moment he sees you walk in. Your betrayal was of course made known to everyone in Geumga Plaza, and you didn’t miss the looks of disgust when you walked inside and made your way to the office. You were currently sitting down at the table with both Vincenzo and Cha-young, your fingers drumming against the hard wood as you avoided eye contact with them.

“Give me my cut of the gold and I’ll be on my way.”

“You deserve nothing,” Cha-young snapped. “You betray us and side with Han-seok? You deserve not even a tiny ounce of gold!”

“Do not yell at me, stupid bitch,” you hissed out but noticed the glare Vincenzo shot at you. “Aw, I’m sorry. Did I insult your girlfriend?”

“He really did get in your head. What a tragedy,” he sighed.

“He didn’t do anything. Whatever I’m feeling? Whatever I did? I did it out of my own free will. Now pay up, brother.”

Cha-young loudly slammed her palms against the table, making you and Vincenzo look at her. “My father was murdered by that psychopath. How can you support that?”

“Save me the sob story, your father knew what he was getting himself into. Vincenzo warned him but he didn’t listen. He stuck his nose where he shouldn’t and paid the ultimate price.”

She shot out of her chair and went after you, and just when you were about to attack back, you felt Vincenzo grab your arm and twist it behind your back. He pinned you down against the table, leaving you immobile as you screamed and struggled against his hold.

“Let me go!”

“You have no shame,” he calmly spoke. “He killed my mother, and you still defend him. I call you to help me, and you betray me. What kind of sister are you?”

“I don’t care.”

That was a bit of a lie but you had to act heartless now. There’s no room for sappy stories or feelings in this field. You either fight to stay on top or roll over on your back and surrender. You were done with everything, and from this point on, you were your own independent contractor. No more Cassano family. No more Italy. No more Vincenzo. As much as it pains you, you brought this upon yourself.

“Just…let me go.”

He did as you asked, avoiding any form of eye contact with you as you rubbed your wrist. “I’m sorry I failed you. I got caught up in my own feelings. I’ve reached my breaking point Vincenzo, and while you found love here, so did I. What I feel for Han-seok feels so wrong but so right at the same time. Give me my cut of the gold and I will try to convince him to flee Korea with me, just don’t kill him, please. Do whatever you want with Babel, but don’t fucking hurt him, or else.”

Then, you proceeded to walk away, not even bothering to look back.

The drive back to your place was quiet and unusually eerie. Your whole mind felt numb at the thought of losing both Vincenzo and Han-seok, but there’s a slight possibility of regaining the trust of one of them. You could either go back now, drop down to your knees, and apologize profusely to your brother.

And also promising to delete that video of him singing to Rihanna.

Then there’s Han-seok, where you could prove your loyalty to him by continuing to betray your brother. You can continue to do his dirty work and help him bring Babel to the top.

So what will it be? Side with the man who grew up to be your brother — who fought by your side? Or with the man you love — who will burn the world for you? Most people will immediately choose family, but, you’re not like most people. Sad truth is you’re just as fucked up in the head as Han-seok. Maybe not on a psychotic level, but you’re still just as evil as him. Unlike Vincenzo, you have no sense for justice. The world will always be morally fucked up, that’s just how life is. Why bother wasting your time trying to fix its wrongs?

You were too caught up in your thoughts as you stepped inside your apartment that you had zero time to react when a hand shot out to pin you against the wall. It wrapped itself tightly around your throat, not enough to kill you but enough to daze you, and the culprit behind the hand was no other than Han-seok. His eyes burned with hatred, no longer showing any hint of affection towards you.

“Are you okay?” Was all you could croak out.

He darkly chuckled in response. “Am I okay? Is that all you have to say?”

“I’m just worried about–”

“Shut up!” He added more pressure to your neck. “I should just kill you right now.”

“Then do it.”

Half of you knew he wasn’t capable of doing it, but the other half believed he can and will. You’re at a point where death wasn’t a scary thought anymore, and if the man you grew to love was going to end it for you, then you’ll welcome death with open arms.

Han-seok seemed to hesitate at your request while his grip on your neck loosened, but he didn’t let go quite yet.

“Fuck you,” he sneered and practically threw you against the wall as he let go of you. “You’re such a clever bitch huh?”

He began to clap really loud, the speed of it increasing by every second.

“Bravo! Such an amazing job in fooling me!” Han-seok bent down to your level and gripped your chin tightly. “So, what’s your real name? I assume you’ve given me a fake one all this time.”

“It’s still the same,” you replied. “But my last name is Cassano, not Marino.”

He huffed out a breath and let you go, walking away as he began to run a hand through his hair.

“Vincenzo called me because he needed my help against you. It started off as a mission, but little by little I fell in lo–”

“Shut up,” he cut you off. “What are you? A mercenary for him?”

“I’m a spy for the Cassano family.”

“Cassano family,” he darkly chuckled and turned to face you again. “I hope you know I have to kill you now. I don’t take kindly to traitors.”

You smiled up at him. “You say that yet you’re the biggest traitor of all.” He stepped forward to say something but you quickly cut him off as you continued. “You’re a traitor to yourself. Your mind says one thing but your heart says another.”

You felt a bit wobbly when you stood up but used the wall as support. He remained quiet at your statement, not wanting to admit that you were right. Instead, he walked towards you and cupped your face with his right hand.

“You have such a big mouth for someone who’s supposed to stay quiet. You lied to me and I doubt any fucking thing you’ve told me was true. Stop with the act, you’ve been found out. If you think I’m going to crawl back to you, I won’t.”

“But I’m being se–”

He grabbed your shoulders and roughly slammed your body against the wall. You went ahead and grabbed his arm, moving your body so you’d be able to twist it behind his back. You kicked his feet underneath you and basically made him drop to the floor with a loud thud. He shot you a puzzled look while you flashed him a smile, but that was short lived when he grabbed your ankle and made you lose your balance. You fell down as well and Han-seok was quick to hover above you as his hands wrapped themselves around your throat. Just when he was about to squeeze, you wrapped your legs around his waist and flipped him over, causing him to lay flat on his back and loose his grip on your neck. You quickly grabbed one of your knives from a nearby coffee table and pressed it right against the skin of his neck, your other hand pinning his wrists above his head.

“Baby, if I wanted to kill you, I could’ve done that in a heartbeat. Especially after that fiasco with Vincenzo’s mother? You were lucky I was on your side instead of helping my brother out,” you noticed the way his jaw clenched out of both anger and fear. “I could easily kill you right here too, and I have sources that can help me flee the country within the next ten minutes. Don’t underestimate a spy from the mafia.”

You pressed the blade a little more against his neck, but made sure not to do it too much to draw blood.

“Why didn’t we try this position before? I kind of like being on top of you and having you at my mercy.”

You were teasing him and you loved it, but it was so hard deciphering what he felt since Han-seok cleared his face of any emotion. You were quick to stand up, keeping your eyes on his form. Han-seok dusted himself off and he looked more pissed than before — probably because he lost since he knew he let his guard down. All he did was shoot you a warning look before leaving your place, not bothering to utter out a single word about what just happened.

-

The next few weeks have been more hell. You lost your brother. You lost your lover. Now you were basically stranded in a random foreign city. You spent your nights at countless of bars, rejecting perverted men, and getting drunk off your ass without a care. It was hard watching the news since there was always something going on with Babel, and seeing Han-seok’s gorgeous face made you miss him even more.

You were currently out and about, a little tipsy since you had a couple of drinks at a bar, when you suddenly felt someone bump into you. The two of you fell to the ground — hard — and you felt your blood boiling at the incompetence of the guy who bumped into you.

“Listen you fucking jackass!” Even though you felt a bit tipsy, you were able to get a good grip on the guy. The alcohol was also definitely a factor as to why you were more pissed than usual. “You better fucking apolo–”

But you were shocked to see Han-seok staring back at you with surprise as well. The sound of several footsteps echoed above you and he gave you zero time to react as he grabbed your hands, pulled you up, and made you stand against a brick wall. You repeatedly blinked up at him, his face was covered in sweat and he seemed out of breath, like he was running away from something.

Or someone.

The sound of footsteps that echoed away indicated that he was in fact getting chased.

“Who were they?”

“I don’t know. They ambushed me back at my place.”

“Those assholes. I’ll kill them.”

You stumbled away from him, only to be stopped when his hand clasped around your wrist.

“Have you been drinking?”

“Mhm. I’ll probably be a raging alcoholic by the end of the month.”

His eyes fixated on you as he remained quiet for a second before speaking. “You’re really doing the most to make me drop my guard around you.”

You blinked. “Huh?”

“Going out to drink. Acting like you’re sad. Aren’t you a little genius?”

“Han-seok this isn’t–”

“I don’t want to hear it,” he began to limp away. “And don’t follow me.”

You ignored his request and stepped forward to provide as much of assistance as you could, but he was quick in shoving you away, a look of disgust resting on his features.

“Don’t fucking touch me and leave me alone.”

And so you did, but little did you know, he wanted you to follow him. He wanted you ignore his remarks, call him an idiot, and just simply take care of his wounds. He wanted you to prove to him that you did in fact care, but he ignored the aching of his heart when you simply let him go without putting up a fight.

-

You were at your wits end.

After drinking your sorrows away and sulking in your own pitiful heartbreak, you decided to take Vincenzo on his offer and leave Korea for good. Turns out him, Cha-young, and a couple of the tenants were hiding away the gold, and you did your best in hiding your anger through the phone when he refused to let you know where it was. Instead, he wired you the amount he promised and ordered you to leave the country. Made you swear on your mother’s grave and everything. You promised him to leave and never turn back.

You promised to leave Han-seok, for good.

Ever since your last encounter in the alley, you’ve tried to contact him multiple times, but he never returned your calls. You last spoke with Han-seo a few days ago, and he informed you that Han-seok and Ms. Choi planned out a fake arrest to protect him from Vincenzo. It was a pretty decent plan, and since his security measure is high, your brother won’t be able to touch him.

But even if he did, why does it matter? You two are end game. You shouldn’t care what happens to him. Whatever you two had was temporary, and you’re bound to meet someone ten times better in the States anyways.

You were at the airport waiting at the security line when your phone began to buzz. Confusion hit you when you noticed Ms. Choi’s name pop up on your screen, and if it wasn’t for your curiosity on Han-seok, you would’ve hung up on her.

“I assume you’re not calling because you want to meet up and get our nails done together,” you scoffed.

You could hear her sigh on the other end. “Desperate times call for desperate measures, I just have one question to ask you. Do you love Han-seok?”

Her sudden question caught you off guard. “Why are you asking me that?”

“Just answer the question.”

“It’s not like it matters if I do,” you snapped. “He wants nothing to do with me and I don’t blame him.”

“Agreed. I always knew you were a bitch.”

Your eye twitched. “Look, if you’re just going to call to insult me then I’m fucking hanging up–”

“Wait,” her tone reeked with desperation. “I hate to admit it but you’re our only hope against Vincenzo. He’s going to kill me and Mr. Jang.”

“I thought Han-seok was in prison to protect him from my brother?”

“Not anymore. He’s been released. We’re planning on fleeing the country but that’s if we’re able to sneak past Vincenzo. He has this whole plan in motion already and..” she paused for a second before speaking again, “he already called me and told me today is my last day. Once he kills me, he’s going after Mr. Jang.”

You have never ran out the airport so fast in your life. Ms. Choi isn’t the one to call you or beg for you help, but the tone in her voice and how urgent she sounds let’s you know that some shit is about to go down. Vincenzo doesn’t play and you know that.

“Do you have a location on Han-seok?”

“No, he wouldn’t disclose it. I’ll send you my address so we can meet up.”

The two of you hung up and you immediately hailed a cab towards her place. Your palms felt sweaty and your throat felt dry as you thought about Vincenzo winning and getting to Han-seok first. Knowing your brother, he will make sure to torture him and give Han-seok the most painful death he can imagine, and that was something that unnerved you.

You arrived to the address that Ms. Choi sent you but stopped on your tracks when you noticed the knocked out bodyguards that laid on the floor.

He was here. He got her.

“Fuck!” You punched the nearest wall, not caring about the excruciating pain that shot up your arm. She was your last resort at finding Han-seok since he could be anywhere in Seoul.

You need to think. Knowing Vincenzo, he must have some form of tracker on Han-seok because how else will he be able to locate him? If he’s out hunting for your ex-boyfriend, then he shouldn’t be anywhere near Geumga Plaza. You had to be fast on this so you wasted no time. You snatched one of the guns off of the bodyguard’s body and hailed a cab towards the plaza.

You charged up the stairs until you made it into the office, where you found Mr. Ahn sitting in front of a laptop. You raised the gun and aimed for his head, making him lift his hands up in the air.

“Where is he?”

“I don’t know what you’re–”

You shot the flower pot next to him and he dropped to the floor in fear.

“Where is he?!”

He was quick in turning the laptop off and picking it up. “I’m not telling you anything.”

“Is that so?”

You weren’t sure if these tenants were just plain stupid or had a death wish, because Mrs. Jang attempted to sneak up behind you, only for her to be placed in a chokehold with your gun pressing against her temple. Mr. Ahn’s face contorted into concern as he hesitated in taking a step forward.

“Now let’s try again shall we?” Your eyes were burning with hatred. “Where’s Vincenzo?”

“H-How could you do this to him?”

Mrs. Jang screamed when you shot her foot, causing Mr. Ahn to yell before running towards you.

“Nah-ah,” you hummed and pressed the gun to her chin, causing Mr. Ahn to stop. “One more step and she’s dead.”

“She’s pregnant,” he pleaded. “Please don’t.”

“Aww, then she should’ve thought twice before sneaking up on me,” you moved the gun down to her stomach, “now give me the laptop.”

“How do I know you won’t kill her?”

“Because I don’t get messy unless I have to. You give me what I want, and she’s free. So will it ping me to Han-seok’s live location?”

“Yes,” he hesitantly answered.

“Then give it to me. Along with your phone as well and some car keys.”

Mr. Ahn was quick to comply and didn’t hesitate in doing the exchange. As promised, you let go of Mrs. Jang and examined Mr. Ahn’s phone before crushing it, in case he decides to warn Vincenzo about you. You did the same to Mrs. Jang’s phone before running out the building and finding Mr. Ahn’s car. You turned the latop on and saw his live signal coming to a stop, and you prayed that he was on his own and was safe from Vincenzo.

But that hope washed away when the signal lead you to a warehouse.

“Please don’t be dead,” you whispered to yourself as you blinked back tears. “Hang on baby.”

You quietly made your way inside the building, having your arms stretched out downwards in front of you while your gun faced the ground. You could heard the sound of distant voices, immediately pinning the two male voices as Vincenzo and Han-seok. Knowing he was still alive made you feel more at ease but the adrenaline was still kicking in as you neared closer, the sounds of Han-seok screaming made you see red.

“…okay? Just shoot me! Shoot!” Han-seok begged but quickly stopped when his eyes landed on you.

The sound of your gun clicking made Vincenzo stop what he was doing, but your brother refused to face you.

“Turn it off and untie him.”

“I see that you decided to stay,” he spoke. “I shouldn’t be surprised. It’s not the first time you broke a promise.”

You were impatient and pissed off. You shot the timer that rested on the left side of the chair, making Vincenzo flinch away and take a couple of steps away from Han-seok as the timer broke into pieces.

“I’m not here to play games or fucking talk! You better disarm that whole contraption and let him go.”

“Or what? You’re going to kill me?”

“If I have to.”

He dryly laughed and shook his head. “I guess karma did get me in the end.” You furrowed your brows in confusion, not understanding what he meant. “The first time Han-seo came to me to help him overthrow Han-seok, I refused.”

Wait, Han-seo betrayed Han-seok?

“I told him I don’t like to involve myself in family matters, because if I help exploit a betrayal within a family, my own family might betray me in the end.”

The look he gave you made your heart break, and you felt yourself almost giving in, but the sound of Han-seok coughing out a bit of blood brought you back to your senses.

“You don’t have to do this,” Vincenzo begged you. “Sister, please.”

You gritted your teeth while remaining silent for a second, but slowly moved your gun towards his direction.

“Let him go.”

He sighed in defeat and tilted his head down. Vincenzo was incredibly fast and unpredictable, because he suddenly pulled out a gun from his waist and aimed it in your direction. A shot rang out and you felt a burning sensation on your right arm, and it took a second to register that he shot you.

He fucking shot you.

You screamed out in pain as you dropped your weapon, and you heard Han-seok call for you before hearing footsteps running towards you. You were quick to move your legs and swipe them underneath Vincenzo, making him fall as well. Your adrenaline started to kick in causing the pain on your right upper arm to diminish. You quickly stood up and ran towards your gun but Vincenzo was quick as he wrapped his left arm around your neck, holding you in a chokehold. He was applying pressure, enough to knock you out, but you used all your strength to move your head back, head butting him right on the nose.

He staggered back and you went in for a left hook but he was quick in blocking it. You were able to move your body away from him as he tried to land a blow on your stomach. Hit after hit, you both were a bloody mess at this point. The two of you were evenly matched; he had the strength but you had the agility. You two have sparred with each other so much that you basically have learned each other’s moves, and it’s only a matter of time until one of you gets tired first or one of you outsmarts the other. You couldn’t use any of your usual moves on him but you just remembered there was one move you never showed him.

Vincenzo managed to make you fall on your back, but you quickly blinked back tears and bent your legs before swinging them forward, causing you to shoot up and stand. You didn’t even give him time to react as you swung your leg up and kicked him right on the jaw. He immediately fell to the floor and you kicked him one last time on the face, almost knocking him out.

“You talk about betrayal but you chose your new family over me!”

You straddled him while pinning his arms against him.

“You fucking left Italy without telling me! No message, no call, nothing!”

Another punch to his face.

“You don’t even call me to let me know you landed in fucking Korea! I had to find out from Paolo that you fled!”

You punched his chest.

“I tried calling you because I was worried and couldn’t reach you. But then you call me when you need my help? Are you fucking serious?!”

You slapped him.

“I didn’t think much of it cause I saw it as my brother needing my help. I missed you and wanted to make you happy so I agreed, but then I started to miss our life back in Italy. I asked, no begged you to move back with me, and what did you do!?”

You slapped him again.

“You chose your new fucking family that you made here! You wanted to help your little girlfriend avenge her dead father!”

You were a bawling mess at this point, but you couldn’t stop.

“I felt so alone,” you choked out. “And guess who was there for me? Guess who made me feel fucking special? Jang fucking Han-seok.”

You punched him one last time, leaving his face badly bruised and bloodied. He choked out some blood and tried to move but you held him down with your legs and body.

“You never bothered to ask me if I was okay. You never bothered to care, but he fucking did. He could tell when something was bothering me, when something was wrong. While I stayed here to make my brother happy, he never once batted an eye in my direction when I felt alone. All my life, everyone expected the most of me. They wanted to use me. My father, the Cassano family, and now you. You never fucking bothered to know how I felt, and only saw me as convenient when it benefited you and your precious gold.”

You couldn’t even wipe away your tears since your hands were caked with blood.

“He makes me happy and I could care fucking less what he’s done. I’ve told you already, we’re all monsters, so stop acting like you’re some sort of saint. You’re just as evil as him.”

The pain on your upper arm was returning, and you felt a bit woozy from the blood loss so that was an indicator that it was time to go. You stood up and staggered a bit, but you quickly caught yourself before walking towards Han-seok.

His eyes somehow softened when they saw you, and you shot him a weak smile while you began to untie him from the chair. It took all of your strength to pull the drill that was beginning to pierce his skin away. You felt yourself almost collapse but Han-seok quickly caught you with his free hand.

“Are you oka–”

He shut you up as he connected his lips with yours, not caring about the taste of blood. A splurge of emotions hit you all at once, and all you could do was cup his face and kiss him back.

He pulled away and tilted his head. “You got shot yet you’re asking me if I’m okay? You’re crazy.”

“Crazy for you,” you giggled before coughing out. “Sorry, that was cringey.”

“No, it was cute.”

You both helped each other out. He kept you grounded and made sure you didn’t collapse while you continued to untie him. He wasn’t too injured, just had some bruised areas and soreness, on top of the small hole that began to drill itself on its chest — he’s perfectly okay. But you? You don’t even know how much blood you lost. You were too busy fighting Vincenzo to even pay attention to your wounded arm.

“C-Can we start over?” You blinked up at Han-seok who watched you with an intense look. “If we’re talking US dollars… I have about 980 million dollars right now. Let’s just… let’s just move to the… States and start over? Please?”

He looked you over and seemed to be in deep thought. He was aware Babel was screwed over and not much can be recovered after everything that happened. He doesn’t have any family, or friends. All he has is you. The United States wasn’t too bad of a place to relocate at, and as long as he’s spending it with you, he can fucking live with that.

“Can we do some side jobs while we’re there? If you know what I mean?” He smirked down at you while tapping your nose.

You grinned. “Of course.”

The two of you began to walk away but the sound of Vincenzo groaning made you stop.

“I hope… you… know… that you’re… not a sister… of mine,” he coughed out with a croak, his eyes meeting yours for one last time. “You’re… no family… to me.”

Your vision fogged up with tears and you turned away while taking a deep breath in. “Goodbye Vincenzo. Take care.”

It was rough, and really fucking hard for you to walk away from your brother. You might be crazy choosing Han-seok over him but you don’t care anymore. Being with him feels right.

But your time with him might just be short lived after all.

You collapsed to the ground as you felt light headed, and Han-seok was quick in catching you, his frantic eyes looking down at you.

“Hey hey, look at me.”

“Oh fuck,” you coughed out. “Am I going… to die?”

“No you fucking won’t,” he immediately took of his jacket and tore it up; wasting no time in bandaging your arm. “Stay with me.”

“I do… care,” you slurred out. “Please understand t-that… I do care about… you.”

“Shh, stop talking baby,” he cooed. “I know, and I’m right here.”

You really lost a lot of blood, and if Han-seok cannot find you treatment within the next half hour, you’re for sure going to be a goner. His voice seemed distant as he called for you, but you couldn’t even respond as you slipped into darkness, the feeling of something wet landing on your cheek was the last thing you remember feeling.

-

1 year later…

The sun was shining high on the horizon as Han-seok leaned against the railing on the balcony, his hand holding a mug of coffee. Ever since he left Korea, life has been amazing. Sure he’s not a top CEO anymore but it’s still fun feeding his crazy side by doing a lot of jobs under the radar. The money that you acquired from Vincenzo definitely helped a lot, and now he’s living the luxury life while owning a huge mansion — more like a manor — on top of a hill in Beverly Hills. On top of that, there’s that penthouse in New York and that gorgeous beach house in Miami.

What more can he want?

He felt your arms wrap themselves around his stomach as you hugged him from behind. You planted a soft kiss on his bare back before pressing your cheek against it.

“Why aren’t you in bed?”

“I wanted to admire the sunrise,” he chuckled and placed his coffee down. “But I might just admire you instead.”

He loves it when you wear his shirts. The way your soft legs are exposed to him and just seeing his stuff on you gives him the satisfaction that you’re actually his. He leaned down and kissed you before moving his lips towards your neck, already loving the feel of you shivering underneath his touch. He pulled you closer to him, his hands reaching down to squeeze your ass while you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Are you not wearing underwear?”

“We literally had sex last night, why would I put underwear on?”

“Just thought you would, but,” he caught you by surprise by slipping his fingers against your wet folds. “This will make this much easier.”

Neither of you wasted time in undressing the other, and he picked you up and placed you down on the balcony table. He pumped himself a few times before slowly going inside of you, the feeling of your warm walls clasping around his dick caused him to moan. You hooked one of your legs around his waist and placed the other on his right shoulder. Han-seok began to thrust and pound into you, your moans and screams echoing throughout the hills.

You feel so fucking good. He kissed your ankle before leaning down to kiss your lips again, silencing you immediately.

“Fuck, you’re mine,” he moaned out. “All fucking mine. You look so pretty down there. My fucking girl.”

He wasn’t done with you yet — without slipping out of you — he switched positions and sat down on one of the chairs outside. You straddled his lap and began to rock your hips, the two of you becoming a hot moaning mess for each other. Han-seok wrapped his arm around you while using his other to hold your chin, making you look at him. Nothing will ever beat this. He’s got the life he wanted and the girl of his dreams. He has money. A small sense of power still. A great sex life. And gets to travel the world with you.

People like him and you deserve to go to hell, but fuck that, you both were in heaven, and that’s all that mattered.

“I fucking love you, my pretty girl.”

“I love you too, my handsome boy.”

[aleksanderscult]

I think that either you can respect different interpretations of your book, or you have to state exactly what you want to convey. So what's stopping Leigh from releasing those Darkling pov chapters she has written. Let us read his thoughts and find out for ourselves how evil he really is. Whenever we get in his head in the written material, he is thinking of sunlight and then everyone else is like look at that evil mf.

Yup. Exactly.

I believe that Leigh likes the Darkling's character, she doesn't hate him. But she just doesn't know what to do with him, you know.

She has said it herself that whenever people call him "good" she says "No! He killed people!". And when people call him "evil" she says "No! He's not! He has just been through a lot!". And she has also explained that she's a cranky author. She kinda wants readers to perceive her characters the way she sees them.

Anyway, you're right that any author must let the readers decide themselves about the characters inside the novels. And if you want to make someone truly bad, show it. Don't have other characters say "He's manipulating!" when we (the readers) don't remember where the fuck that happened. Show it instead of saying "He's bad".

AND DON'T START ME ABOUT HIS POVS

The fact that she has written the Darkling's POV in S&B and S&S makes me FERAL!!!

I

WANT

THEM!!!

I would exchange my soul to read them. To read what he thinks of Alina, what were his true plans, were these kisses fucking genuine? (I just want the confirmation), his mad thoughts about M*l etc etc.

I just pray that one day we'll be able to get them. And when we do, we'll celebrate together, guys (and I'll analyse the fuck out of them)

Also, you're right that his POV in RoW wasn't that dark? He truly showed us that he's not unhinged as many make him to be. He seemed reasonable, intelligent, determined, strategic, willing to fight and protect his followers and even showed us that he has a sense of humor!

The Darkling in his POV: "Oh look how the sun is shining!"

The readers: "SHUT UP SATANIC EVIL SPAWN OF THE DEVIL!!! ✝️✝️"

[karoochui]

I just wanted to say I am so enamoured with Binary Insurgence! I eat up everything, every little crumb, you drop about it and the entire idea is so interesting to me! I'm so in love with stories and worlds like this! I'm also curious to know about the relationship between Sun and Moon, if it's alright to ask. How was it before the fire compared to after? Does their relationship begin to mend (because I'm certain over the years it deteriorated) when y/n comes back into the picture? If any of this is too spoilery or you just haven't fleshed it out yet then you don't have to answer! I'm just super curious about the boys and how you see their dynamic/relationship. I just look forward to seeing how their bond has grown and/or broken and how it may be mended over time.

AHH im glad you like it so much!! Im happy to talk about what i've got, but you are right not everything is fully fleshed out. I have points i wanna get to but while im brainstorming and planning i make up a lot of stuff as i go and then go over it again later to see if i like it or can connect stuff in any way. I have 3 chapters for Arc 1 fully summarized as of now! (Which probably doesn't seem like a lot but i like my chapters long, so it's quite a bit actually).

I wanna say, too, that i'm planning for the first story to be more in the perspective of the reader, so most things about Sun and Moon's personal thoughts and feelings are gonna be more implied than said. I might have some switching points of view, i'm not sure, but i haven't found a place i'd do it or think it's relevant. The sequel is gonna be more from their perspective since it'll mostly be about them.

NOW! I see Sun and Moon as brothers, so they really treat each other in a way that's like that. Before the fire they get along pretty well. Most instances of issue would be when Moon blocks out Sun when he fronts, or just mutual panic over the fact Moon lost his shit w/ the virus. They'll have their disagreements about things (i havent planned specifics yet) but generally they're chill. Sun just worries about Moon hurting people, but Moon worries too. With the way the virus functions in this AU it's hard for Sun to fully fault Moon for what he does, especially because he's also affected by it but not nearly as bad. (I'm gonna explain this more in another ask i have).

Plus, even before the virus they were always glitch/bug-ridden because technicians fucked up their programming continuously after removing them from the theater to work in the daycare. So they had to kinda navigate through that together, glitches and errors on both ends (though not deadly). They hate P&S bc of this, obviously. Hardware fixes suck but they fucking HATE software examinations.

Later on though some issues come into play whenever Sun starts getting worse by being further exposed to the virus (it gets worse for him when they eclipse) because it presents itself in Sun differently than it does Moon. He gets snappier and angrier at times (that comic i made that's captioned "well someones snappy") and while they both understand he doesnt mean the shit he does it's still not great. And nobody's gonna just let themselves be talked to like a dog even if the reason it's happening is because of something the other person can't really help. They're still relatively fine at this point, though.

It's at the end when shit goes really bad, because this part of the story does end badly. I won't spoil specifics but after the fire Sun loses his shit. He starts trying to put the blame on Moon for everything (the virus enhancing his already bad habits/fucking with his line of thinking) out of grief and anger. That carries over into the apocalypse and he just gets worse in general. He gets irrational.

It's a long period of time though, so he eventually also manages it, in his own way. But! I did say before in an ask that in the sequel he's "not evil, persay, but he's a fucking nut". He damns Moon to an hourglass to just fucking get rid of him about 100~ years before they meet you again (he fully thinks he's in the right for this (and he also just hates him) and the only reason he really even stayed around after that was to make sure Moon didn't get out again). He's not a bad-intentioned individual, but he's off the fucking wall at many times bc of the virus having made him worse. He's stubborn as all hell to an infuriating degree, he's irrational, hard-headed, reckless, and while a good bit of his old, kinder self is still pretty prevalent he can be downright fucking mean if provoked. Again, worse than before, and it doesn't take much these days! I always imagined him to have more dramatic, snappy, diva aspects to his personality (even before Help Wanted 2 came out) bc hes so theatrical and intense, so basically take a Sun that's like that, crank it up to 100 and put him in a Bad Situation. That's what Round 2 Sun is like at his worst. He's not a complete lost cause though, and he's far from dumb when he does stuff, just clouded by his own judgement. He doesn't think anything's wrong with him (or does he?).

Moon doesn't really hate him like Sun hates Moon, because although he knows that what happened (the ending of the first story) is technically both of their faults he just feels guilt. They do fight a lot, though. Most of it is Moon trying his best to tell Sun that he's basically full of shit and not seeing things right after Sun starts something, but Sun's at the point where he's gotta learn by consequence. Part of the reason he's so bad is bc 1: hes been infected by the virus for so long now and 2: in his grief, anger, and resentment he's learned to live with it rather than fighting it.

But the sequel is gonna be a feel-good story! Falling in love w/ the reader all over again, i want things to get cleared up - or at least some kind of middle ground between Sun and Moon - the whole sha-bang.

[sweeethinny]

what the books don't tell (M)

hmm, it just came out maybe a little too inspired by reality, but it's all a coincidence

books do not teach all things, but one or the other we can learn (i miss writting Jily <3)

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Lily had never done this before and she was nervous as fuck.

She means, sucking someone is something very intimate, not that the sex she and James were already used to having wasn't that, but it was different!

''If it's not good, you won't tell me.'' She said the fourth rule, after: don't cum in my mouth or face, don't push my head, and don't stare at me.

James chuckled but nodded, his eyes shielded by her hand as she didn't want to feel watched as she let her insecurities about this show. She had spent a week thinking about every little detail and preparing—thinking what she would and wouldn't like, and imagining how it would texture, taste, how it would hold…—and even if things worked out that way for her, her anxiety was still there, beside her, whispering in her ear things like ''you won't be good'' ''he'll hate it'' ''the other women were better''.

Lily was willing to ignore all of this, even if it took a lot, a lot of effort to silence the evil voices that screamed in her mind things that made her want to give up on that idea.

''Whenever you want...'' James said, and even after she took her hand away from his eyes, he kept them closed, giving her freedom to express her nervousness without feeling watched like a lion in a cage.

She kissed his mouth then, a quick chaste peck, then his cheeks, his neck – and he always lifted his chin like a tame cat – down his chest, his abs that made it clear he worked out at the gym some days a week, until she got there.

Not all the books in the world had prepared her for this; the women in the stories would confidently go no matter what the moment, putting their hand in and running their tongue, spitting to lubricate it... They made it seem like it was easy and it was impossible to have any difficulties, but being here and now, Lily felt lost and even more nervous. It was completely different from masturbating a woman — obviously — the texture of the skin, the weight, the sensitivity, everything was different. There wasn't a magic button like she had that James just needed to massage and boom, she was wet and aroused; there she needed to wet somehow first, and her clit definitely didn't have those little spasms his cock was having.

Lily crouched down then, sitting between his legs as James lay stretched out on his bed, she carefully brought a hand to his cock thinking that way she might start something. Her mouth went back to his hip bones and his belly, just so she wouldn't just stand there like an idiot as she thought about what to do.

It is clear that she would have to put her mouth, but how. See, it seems like something simple, just stick it in your mouth and be happy!!!! That's what the books sell, but Lily was finding the whole thing a lot more complicated because she was afraid she might hurt James with her teeth if she was careless, she thought that because of nervousness her throat was dry and there wasn't enough saliva to lubricate it and maybe that made it uncomfortable, and her nails now suddenly felt too sharp and could easily scratch the sensitive skin of his balls.

Slowly and like someone who needed more time than usual to assimilate ordinary things, Lily kissed his cock, giving quick pecks along the entire length, until she reached the head - which had another texture, almost like something rubbery, Lily couldn't explain. — and her left hand stayed on his balls, while her right was firmly on the mattress to keep her balanced.

She licked then like it was a popsicle, then again, and again, until she realized that she would need to actually hold his cock if she wanted to suck it. Something obvious, but that at that moment had not been for her mind full of nervousness.

When she sucked then, she felt James take a deep breath. It felt good, different, completely different, but good. Her pussy squeezed at the idea of being fully in charge of someone else's pleasure.

Lily remembered the books then, the women did crazy things with their tongues, going up and down, sucking only the head, licking the balls, she didn't think she was capable of that, but she did her best; she slowly managed to get the job done without thinking that she was doing the worst thing in the world to James, letting the spit help her glide better across his skin, puckering her cheeks just enough to make the sucking feel more satisfying, swirled her tongue as if it were indeed an ice cream on a hot day that was starting to melt.

This was getting interesting.

Her pussy tightened a few times, mostly when she heard James sigh or moan softly, feeling his hips lift off the bed the tiniest bit in a way that made it seem like he was controlling himself not to make it uncomfortable for her. 

Lily was loving it!

There was a slightly salty taste mingling with her saliva coming from the tip of his cock, interestingly, Lily thought it would make this worse.

At some point she understood how to do the movement without worrying about her teeth, and then she kept to the activity, moving her head up and down, sucking with gusto, and keeping a hand still on his cock that indicated how far she could swallow without feeling like she might drown or something.

When in the middle of her work she felt a hand approach her hair, she didn't understand if it was James warning that he was going to come or forgetting the rule of not pushing her head, so Lily just lifted her face and looked at him, only now realizing that he was staring at her probably since she started.

''Are you tired or can I sit on you?'' She smiled at him, feeling like the baddest woman ever.

''You can come here,'' And she did.

''What's the grade?'' She asked as he put the condom on, and even though her body felt completely hot, sweaty and still a little nervous, Lily also felt an enormous satisfaction.

''I'm not going to boost your ego,'' James said, but even though there wasn't much light in the room other than the light coming in from the street and coming through his thin curtain, Lily could see the smile on his face and how he looked like someone who was horny as fuck. ''It was really good... easily the best I've ever had.'' Her smile almost ripped through her flushed cheeks.

''I'm glad I obliged,'' Lily settled into his lap, feeling his cock and thinking she couldn't wait to come again. ''Now...'' She sighed with the feeling of being penetrated, closing her eyes and thinking that nothing could be better than that at that moment. ''Let's continue.''

[evangelineshifts]

I feel like the pjo show isn’t what I thought it would be at all, like they changed a lot of things, didn’t stick with the books(for the most part they tried), didn’t really pace it well(it was either rushed or slow but at the wrong times) and honestly it wasn’t that good to me. I feel like maybe I’m a bad person for thinking that the people playing these characters just aren’t it, liek clarisse for example, she was described to be this tough, unconventionally attractive girl who is (frankly) buff and strong physically but in the show(and no hate to Dior) she’s not buff, she’s not big, she’s skinny and conventionally attractive. And I feel like that’s, disappointing. Like finding girl characters who are not conventionally attractive and/or aren’t skinny/pretty is so hard already and now clarisse is this skinny, conventionally attractive girl and so I’m left with thoughts like “am I the bad guy for feeling this way?” “Is it me who’s the problem?”

so, I just feel like maybe I’m weird for feeling this way. Maybe me thinking(oh Rick said he’d stick by the books so he will) was a stupid thought because he obviously didn’t and whenever I even think of saying ‘this isn’t like the books.’ I can literally taste the massive swarm of people telling me ‘well Rick himself is directing this’ ‘why don’t you like the show it’s literally so good’ ‘you just don’t like it because you’re racist’ and now I’m left with feeling like a bitch and a fool and now I’m getting gaslighting into making myself think that the show did stick by the books and that nothing important changed-🦭

I disagree with the characters part just because I think as long as they embody the essence of the character they’re fine and everyone casted did a really good job at that.

As for everything else I totally agree and tbh I found the show boring. It was only faithful in some aspects but it’s lost its charm. The changes that they made (most of them) make no sense to the plot and seem unnecessary. Somethings that were taken out to make room for new/changed scenes really were just disappointing. The random info dumps that happened had me like ???? Cause half of the stuff isn’t known till like 3-5 books and for good reason. Like learning about May castellen this early literally spun me on my head. And I saw someone talk about how there’s some things that they info dumped about but not enough that you’d be able to understand without reading the books and just general stuff thrown in without explaining significance. And they just took out most everything that made the series lovable. The humor MIXED with the danger, the way things intermingled with the human world (the underworld having an entrance in a recording studio as a nod to the evil in Hollywood, Charon being this fun guy who loves luxurious Italian suits and is underpaid, there being an E-Z line in the underworld. Stuff like that). I know they could fit EVERYTHING in but the stuff that they could’ve put in the they omitted for other stuff just seemed like a sloppy attempt at a rewrite.

And how fast they figured everything out completely threw me off. It takes away the stakes. I understand everyone’s arguments of “ofc they know about the myths and stuff they grew up with it they aren’t dumb” but that’s the thing. In the books the whole point is that they knew about this stuff and they still got caught off guard with the way the monsters adapted to the human world. That and the mist which canonically can affect demigods a bit too. It made it gripping how they had to use their brains to forcefully push through the mist and find a way out. And they are twelve years old on a quest not even a grown man can handle l, they’re stressed, they’re tired, they’re hungry, it makes MORE sense that’d they fuck up a bit and be off their game.

I’m gonna stop before I make this a novel. But I agree it fell flat and it’s very disappointing but kudos to the actors cause they did amazing with what they had to work with.

[writing-and-rebloging]

Do you also believe that the are fallen angels in WHB?

(yes this the same person ,who keeps asking every blog about the game ,it’s fun knowing people opinion while we wait for the game ,don’t know if it’s seen as annoying though)

Lucifer regions name is called Paradise Lost ,which is very interesting for me a,and that most of his underlings are covered in bandages.

And I think Gabriel knows more than he lets on ,but idk ,maybe he has no knowledge about Gods whereabouts.

It's not annoying at all! It's lovely that you do that, keeps all of us hyped and all, plus, it really is fun seeing the different responses and opinions. So, ask away whatever and whenever you want!

This is, again, long, and... Uh, cw for biblical stuff, too? Ig? Now!

As for the fallen angels... I have conflicted thoughts about it. On one hand, we know that God created angels, and made them love only him, blindly, to the point of them being hardcore yanderes. Very poor decision making there, give them a hobbie or something, otherwise they'll get overwhelming, you know? Point being, angels suffocated him, so he went and created devils, or demons dealers choice for words. Which is the first (and probably bigger) departure from biblical mythos as far as I'm aware.

Now, do keep in mind that while I know a lot of the common knowledge, grew-up-surrounded-by-catholicism things, I have never actually read the Bible past some audio cassettes I had when I was... In kindergarten or so, and thus might have some things wildly off, however... Demons were originally just sort of there, the bad and evil, the shadows and temptations every good christian fought against, and were opposing God, his teachings and love. Angels fell from grace and turned into demons themselves, dedicated to corrupting humankind and stealing their souls. Right? God didn't create them, he was actively seeking to banish them from existance in the eternal fight of good and evil. But, in WHB, they are created by God himself, who seeked less obsessive company. I suppose they're still opposed, freely going about life vs obsessively reaching for the target of their affection, an interesting parallel shown in how angels dealt with God's disappearance vs how demons dealt with Solomon's, but there's no longer an element of falling from grace, so I'd say that fundamentally and going from that train of thought... No, there aren't fallen angels? At least, not in the traditional sense I would understand it.

On the other hand, we do see there's a seed that can force a demon to turn into an angel (how, or what changes it creates, I have no idea), so the opposite should also be true, angels should be able to turn into demons, thus making the statement that fallen angels do exist true. We'll probably see some of this early on thanks to Gabriel getting caught and apparently ending up siding with us one way or another (unless he's one of the makes no sense but you can buy his card and use him on your battlefield type), be it from his doubt, actually "falling" and/or some impressive mental gymnastics.

Breaking free from their blind devotion could mean no longer being angels, though, since that's their most prominent racial (ish?) trait. It's like taking a cat and giving it the ability to bark instead of meow? If it makes sense? And could make them no longer worthy of being angels, creatures that exist only to fawn over their creator.

Conclusion: i have no fucking idea. Or rather, it depends on how you see it? Are they truly falling, as seen on, idk, Obey me or other media? No. Would they change from one to the other in a way that is easily explained as falling? Well, yes. Way I understand it, personally and until further info, it's like changing on a fundamental level, as if you're playing an rpg and change race from elf to orc, to chose two well known "opposites", rather than getting demoted and branded as no longer welcome. It does give some interesting xeno potential, as a side note.

Hope it made sense! Now, onto the second part of the question!

It is interesting, and suggest that he, and probably some other buggers from the Ars Goetia that were angels became devils from one reason or the other, and one way or another. Either that or he's edgy. He does seem to fancy himself all the fucked up healers so far, for whatever that means in his character and status.

As for Gabriel... Well, as I said, I think we'll get some insight from him on the fallen subject, and on how angel society works in general, since the other two don't show up much so far. But from what we can gather of his character, I think he's not the sharpest tool on the shed, and rather a delusional, overbearing yan who wants his daddy back rather than a cunning mastermind who knows Details and Info of the plot. If he knew where God is, he would have already fled to be with him or get him back somehow, I'd say. He's fun, though, can't wait to bully him.

[some-pers0n]

infodump about tf2 ships por favor

i am very curious about the silly violent gay old men

You have no idea what you've just unleashed. You just asked me, the person who has to have an opinion on borderline everything, my thoughts and feelings on the ships for the game I've been hyperfixating on for over half a year.

This is gonna be probably a long one full of unhinged and disjointed rambles about Science Party, so click if you wanna see that. I love rambling about TF2 and these guys, which is funny since 99% of this is me being delusional and making stuff up (despite talking about it like it's canon).

Now, I should put something here first and foremost. I don't actually...ship any of the characters romantically that much. Even my OTP is literally a queer-platonic pairing. It's mostly because I see the mercs as all being good buddy chum friends, despite them all being queer as hell. Yes, I love and reblog ship art and ship discussions like a madman, but I think my aro/ace brain just likes thinking of them more as all being pals. Also doesn't help I headcanon a third of them as being aro/ace (though only one is negative/repulsed by romance and sex, the others are neutral and positive respectively).

I suppose let's start off with the ship that's entirely rotted my brain: Science Party, or Engie/Medic. I don't think I've quite been this obsessed over a relationship as I've been with this one. Like,, any other ship I've encountered, I either like or don't like them. If I like them, I feel inclined to make content about it and just have some fun with this.

Not with this. I think this is the only ship I've ever encountered that I actually 'ship' with how passionate and in-love with it I am about it. It's quite fun and has lead me to start writing my newest longfic as well.

Science Party I just...adore. The dynamic of two evil geniuses together already ignites a neuron in my brain, but there's more to it. Medic is an unhinged and impulsive wildcard that does anything that crosses his mind. He's got an extremely inflated ego and a pretty big god complex. Then, you got Engie, who is like Medic in every regard as well. The catch is that he's a bit more controlled. Don't mistake that for him being more sane or anything though. I feel like he admires Medic for just dropping everything and not giving a shit about looks or appearances, instead being his true, uninhibited self.

Then you get to the interactions and just...me little heart... I've always envisioned Medic as being an uncaring and apathetic guy when it comes to others and their concerns. Low empathy, if you will. However, as his relationship grows with Engie, he begins to care about him just a smidge more, which is saying a lot for Mr. The Healing Is Not As Rewarding As The Hurting. He cares about Engie, enough so to be partners with him rather than friends.

Oh, I should also probably explain that a bit. Medic doesn't exactly like being 'friends' with people, so instead he's partners with Engie. I like the word, partners. If you also notice, I only use the word 'partner' in SAR whenever I'm referring to their relationship.

Anyways, Engie helps Medic open up and feel a bit more. But how does Medic help Engie? Well, I feel by being his unhinged and 'he has 57 mental illnesses and is banned in most public spaces' self, Engie sees somebody he wants to be. Medic doesn't care. He is happy and unchained by responsibilities and a commitment to be a functioning member of society. I could go into why Medic feels this way, but I'll probably end up just saying something along the lines of: "SOCIETY! SOCIETY!!!"

So, Engie has got some issues for lack of a better term. Even as a merc, Engie likes keeping up that mask of being a light-hearted good ol' Texan. He likes that persona, not only because it's the one he's always used but it's just a nice, likeable personality, but he also likes the idea of just going 'fuck it, we ball' like Medic. Medic encourages him to be more creative and detach from that sort of mindset. He tells him that he should do what makes him happy as opposed to doing what his family wants him to do.

They're just...really nice together. I don't know how else to put it. I always saw them as really similar in that regard, both being intelligent and highly regarded members of the team for their supportive roles. Beyond that, they're both clearly nuts in a similar way. They're just...the sillies. I love them.

I've got a lot of opinions on a bunch of other ships, but that's a discussion for another time (or until somebody pokes me about them). Science Party is the one I feel the most about by far, though.

[leoleolovesdc]

If I was to rewrite victorious Andre would be a cool trans guy who everyone in the school wants to go out w but hes actually secretly (not as much as he’d like to think, but still) pining for Cat, who’s actually aroace and pretty oblivious to his feelings, but she does entertain the thought of being w him which results in some silly situations like:

Cat: [kisses Andre on the cheek]

Cat (giggling): Sorry, I’m such a dork..

Andre: Thank you.

Cat: Huh?

Andre: [telling everything to the gang later]

Tori: Seriously?! “Thank you”??

Andre (sobbing in embarassment): I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT TO SAY, OKAY?

Tori would be this one highschool kid who has gone to one too many identity crisis in middle shool regarding her gender and sexuality and has simply given up on labeling themselves. When she comes to Hollywood arts and the coffee incident happens there’s no romantic or sexual tension w Beck whatsoever (but Jade still hates her out of spite), they become very good friends w Andre just like in the show, is also good friends w Cat and Robbie and forms this unapologetically gay rivalry w Jade.

Jade is basically the same, just maybe less cartoonishly evil?? Still a lot of anger issues, bisexual she/they energy. breaking things and scaring the shit out of ppl. She dates Beck by the beginning but they very obvsly dont get along and its js as delightful as it is annoying hearing them argue abt everything all the fcking time and rant abt how much they hate each other js to not break up (they will eventually, dw)

Beck is not changed much, just more consistent. Sarcastic pretty boy, good actor, very blunt and open about his feelings, simply impossible to scare (maybe that’s why he managed to date Jade for so long💀)

Robbie is js the same weirdo w a puppet, except in this he’d lean more into a asshole-nerd trope. Is a fucking cunt to everyone, probably has big ass crush on Beck that he’ll never admit, flirts w every girl he sees out of insecurity, etc.

In this concept Rex is pretty much his own person, but since Robbie is a jackass then they are over all more similar, Rex still “bullies” Robbie, but it’s slightly toned down as they probably enjoy the same kinda things, have more compatible personalities, etc. Robbie’s js more awkward about… welll, everything.

Trina is still Trina, except we’d treat her like a actual character and not some “look, she’s bad at singing” joke

Cat is similar to her early seasons’ version, she is kinda dumb, volatile and weird but not completely out of it. She kind of knows how to play people (especially boys) to get what she wants. Most of her dumbness would actually be translated into obliviousness, Cat doesn’t notice thiings, she’s always in her own world and doesn’t rlly care abt “normal” things

In this Andre and Tori are best friends (none of the og chow fuckery where they claim beck and andre r besties somehow)

Cat and Robbie are completely platonic on Cat’s side while Robbie makes a few moves on her once in a while (w/o any intention of actually dating her)

Jade and Tori are just gay. I can’t really explain any way else. It’s the same as in the show, just more explicitly gay. Like, in the way where Jade probably goes out of her way to make Toris life miserable but gets very mad whenever someone else does it (shes probably screamed “only i can make her life living hell” at students in hollywodd arts more than once). Tori is also meaner to jade in retaliation, but theyre both kind of into fighting each other so its not rlly that much of a rivalry and more of a amusing thing. Theyre also weirdly jealous of each other. Jade chases people down the hall with scissors whenever someone makes a move on Tori

Beck and Tori are 100% platonic, they hang out more than they did in the show (which fuels jades bother w them in the beginning) but remain abt the same level of closeness

Jade is.. less mean to Cat. Like they dont find bothering her as funny bc she js doesnt understand it and it ends up being meaningless, thats kind of the only reason they manage to get along

Cat and Beck r pretty much the same as the show, still kinda big bro and lil sis dynamic

Cat and Tori are like the girlies ever. They go shopping together, gossip abt everything and everyone bc they know that no one else likes listening to them

Beck is pretty chill, w Robbie, who as I said, is kinda gay for him, theyre not that close but also not not-friends

Andre and Beck are very close, they fight a lot abt silly stuff but always make up and go back to being bros in less than a day

Robbie is kinda mean to Tori but theyre twice as mean back so they make it work🫶

Jade intimidates the shit outta Robbie, he is a jackass to everyone except her bc he knows he’ll get his dick chopped off if he tries anything funny

I already expanded on Andre and Cat’s dynamic, so yeah

Idk why am i even writing this but here it is