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Devil with the Mint Hair 🍃 3: Pretty good

His pull out game is strong but your hatred for him is stronger.

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🍃 Yoongi x Female Reader

🍃 word count: 7.7k

🍃 enemies to fuck buddies, brother’s best friend, explicit smut, nsfw, 18+

🍃 warnings: alcohol consumption (mc is tipsy); talk of hiring sex workers; mention of masturbation with sex toys; mention of Yoongi fucking Jimin; use of "baby girl" & "submissive little fuck doll"; mc is a brat; dirty talk and filthy smut (safe word establishment; mc does not get undressed; hair gripping - no description of hair style or length; being handled roughly - pushed around, gripped by head and throat; face slapping; rough, messy blow job & face fucking; a lot of drool; spitting; rough sex; pussy slapping; cunnilingus, fingering, & ass eating; multiple orgasms; overstimulation); they do not kiss once; post-nut regret; possibly catching a feeling??? (lol, as if.)

🍃 note: this scene takes place in America and there is a brief interaction with a bartender but i didn't specify what language anyone is speaking or where these characters live because it seems very unimportant for a fic like this lol. i know nobody is here for the scraps of plot.

🍃 beta read by @neoneunnajimin

🍃 posted oct. 2023 | read on ao3

The summer sun is hot and oppressive, and you sit under the awning of a poolside bar, hair dripping from taking a swim, with a towel around your hips, waiting impatiently for the bartender to return with a blended margarita – desperate for the inevitable brain freeze, if it means you get to cool down.

Why your brother chose to celebrate his September birthday in Las Vegas, of all places, is beyond you, and you try your hardest not to melt against the high bar chair and its tiny little wooden seat back. You only agreed to come because he is your brother, and you would never miss his birthday for the world.

And you assumed that he and the guys would be so busy gambling and going to strip clubs – and whatever else men in their twenties do – that you would not get stuck running into a certain someone too much, despite foolishly agreeing to meet up, should the possibility arise. And you were right, for the most part.

Night one consisted of dinner and drinks, and then the guys went off to various casinos on the strip to test their luck. You meandered through your hotel's casino, cradling a drink while taking in all the sights and sounds, ultimately becoming both underwhelmed and overwhelmed, and retiring to your room to sink into the jacuzzi tub.

The following day, the guys slept in late while you went to breakfast, and then you joined them for some day drinking and a walk along the strip. And although your sworn enemy did make an appearance each time, with your brother around, he barely acknowledged your presence – something that you have found to be both a relief and somewhat infuriating.

He has also been preoccupied with a pretty boy with bright orange hair named Jimin, and you find yourself wondering, whenever you see him, whether he is the hookup your enemy mentioned to you over text.

Not that you want that devil to acknowledge you, nor do you want to care about who he fucks – after the stunt he pulled the last time you saw him, you find it impossible to look him in the eyes for more than a few seconds. But it still feels strange to be ignored by someone who made you cum so hard – a thought that makes you cringe.

You surmise that the guys had a long night at the strip club because it is almost noon, and you have not heard from your brother. Today has been set aside as a sleep-in-and-recharge day, anyway, so you have no plans until dinner, which is how you came to be at the large outdoor pool, perched at the bar without the expectation of running into anyone. Perhaps you should have rethought your plan and gone to someone else's expansive outdoor pool, but now is not the time for weighing the could-have-beens.

Once the bright blue drink in a tall, curvy glass is set before you, you sit high in your seat, smiling as you take hold of the chilled glass and wrap your lips around the neon pink straw, sucking in the ice-cold concoction that sends a shiver down your spine with a flavor that you can only describe as boozy blue.

"God, that's good," you mutter to yourself, rolling your eyes back with joy and lolling your head as a frigid rush works its way through your body, aided by your damp bathing suit.

"Damn," a familiar voice rasps from behind, making you jump, "what do they put in those things?"

You don't need to turn to see that Yoongi has sat to your right, but you do, quickly taking in his naked torso and black swim shorts before turning your attention back to your drink, putting the straw between your lips and noting that he is dressed to swim but still dry.

As much as you try to ignore his presence, you can feel Yoongi's eyes on you, and you do your best to ignore the way your skin has broken into goosebumps and your face warms. You do not like him, and you hate how your body responds to his presence.

Yoongi drawls a petulant, "Wow, not even gonna say hi to me, huh?"

You roll your eyes, take a deep, chilling sip of blue, and turn your attention toward him, doing your best to appear wholly inconvenienced. Then, with wide, incredulous eyes and a fake smile, you say, "Hi, Yoongi," as sarcastically as possible.

Yoongi snickers, then opens his mouth to retaliate, but the bartender returns and asks if he would like something, forcing his attention away as he points to your drink and says, "I'll have whatever that is."

The bartender cheerily says, "Blue raspberry margarita, coming right up!" and walks off.

Yoongi turns his attention back to you to mutter, "Sounds mildly horrifying; I can't wait," with a grin.

Feeling annoyed and disinterested in whatever this man is playing at, you blurt, "Why are you here, Yoongi?"

"My best friend's birthday," Yoongi responds, running a hand through his short, mint-green hair, and sounding bored. "Why else?"

You sigh and roll your eyes, then focus on stabbing the pink straw into your blue drink. "I mean here, sitting next to me. There are other bars out here, and hundreds more along the strip. Shouldn’t you be preoccupied by that orange-haired guy who clings to you, instead?”

When Yoongi asks, "Why wouldn't I want to be here, sitting next to you?” his voice is much lower and much closer than you expect, and you flinch, turning your sights back to him.

Yoongi leans on the bar top, elbow only inches away, and his gaze is piercing. Only a small floral bikini top covers your upper half, and your leg sticks out from the slit in your towel enough that when Yoongi's gaze roves slowly and hungrily over your body, you feel exposed. Anxiety crashes through you, but so does arousal, and you clear your throat and take another frozen sip.

“And anyway,” Yoongi continues the moment you turn away, “Jimin is still asleep, and likely will be for several more hours.”

The bartender returns and sets Yoongi's drink before him, and you watch from the corner of your eye as his nimble, long fingers delicately cradle the glass and slide it toward himself. He sits forward, takes a sip, and then grumbles out something unintelligible under the sound of your pounding heart.

"Hmm?" you ask, turning your attention to him.

"Not as orgasmic as you made it seem, but not too bad."

With another roll of your eyes, you mutter, "You are so annoying."

Truth be told, sitting out here with Yoongi is not as bad as you would have thought. Perhaps it is because he is holding back from leaning too far into your personal space and wearing you down – likely because the two of you are surrounded by others, and there is a slight chance that your brother or one of the other guys could come find the two of you. Or, perhaps the dry Vegas heat is making you too worn out both physically and emotionally to care.

Yoongi hums, and you turn your attention toward him without fully looking at him, continuing to suck at your melting drink. One thing you will give Vegas credit for is even these shitty slushies are potent enough that you are already feeling a little tipsy.

"You seem calm today," Yoongi muses. "Did you also bring back an escort last night? Get the stress fucked out of you?"

Everything Yoongi says hits you like several small trucks, and you open and close your mouth, attempting to begin several sentences but feeling at a loss for which detail to hone in on. Finally, you settle on the most obvious bit and ask, "Escort? What?"

Yoongi laughs, and it sounds almost mocking and sardonic, so you look at him, finding him chewing on his bright yellow straw with a lopsided smile. "Why do you think the guys are so worn out? I've been keeping them busy."

"You've…what?"

Another laugh, but this one comes from the guts, deep and amused. "What? We're in Vegas, baby girl! Gotta make sure to give the guys the full experience."

"You're lying," you mutter, straw wedged between your teeth, doing your best not to respond to the sound of him calling you baby girl out loud.

Has Yoongi really been hiring sex workers to stay with the guys? All the while you've been using a vibrator and feeling too small in your gigantic suite. You have nothing against the notion of sex work, but knowing that your brother…a violent shudder runs through you as you attempt to shut out the thought.

"Ha, come on, do you really think I would lie about something like this? We found a fun little club not too far from here, and the guys took a liking to some of the dancers. Once we found out the girls can be rented for the night, that was that."

"Wow," is all you can mutter, because what else do you add? Must be nice? Thanks for the invite? Nothing feels appropriate. And anyway, what if Yoongi is lying?

"And what's the name of your favorite girl?" you ask, attempting to play it cool, taking another deep sip of blue before turning your eyes to Yoongi, whose gaze is firm.

The way he regards you is unyielding, and you squirm in your seat, finding it hard to hold eye contact. Somehow this is the most civil conversation you have ever had with Yoongi in person, and you find yourself nearly charmed by his presence. That is, until you recall how he showed up at your door knowing full well that your brother was not home so he could smoke you out and pressure you into rough sex on your bedroom floor, of all fucking places.

And you almost break the spell and let your anger rise, feeling the sudden urge to chug back your drink and get the fuck away from this demon. But you cannot deny the way he made you feel, and you would be lying if you said you would not want to feel it again, especially after agreeing to hook up if the opportunity presented itself. It seems as if it has, in fact, done just that.

Although you are at war with your thoughts and not fully set on running off, you do slurp more than half of the remnants of your drink, which goes down easy now that it has more or less melted into a boozy syrup.

"Well?" you challenge, curious what kinds of escorts Yoongi has been bringing back to his room. You wonder if they like it just as rough as you do.

Yoongi tongues the inside of his mouth, then chuckles. "Nah, I haven't been partaking. Only supplying."

At this, you roll your eyes, once more. Why is Yoongi suddenly acting like a prude? "Sure, okay," you say incredulously.

"I'm serious!" Yoongi insists, making you laugh more.

"There's nothing wrong with hiring sex workers, Yoongi," you say with raised eyebrows, almost defensively.

"I fucking know that," he bites back, "I'm the one hiring them!"

"Okay, then—"

"Why would I need to hire someone? You're right down the hall."

Now you know he is fucking with you, and you hate to admit it, but it makes you annoyed – a little upset, even. If Yoongi has been preoccupying the guys, why hasn’t he shown up at your door? He must be messing with you.

"Shut the fuck up," you grit with your straw between your teeth before sucking the rest of your drink back. The straw gurgles loudly against the bottom of the glass as you angrily seek every last drop of tequila and blue.

"I'm serious," Yoongi responds, close.

When you regard him, he looks serious, but you are certain that he must be toying with you, and you begin to slide from the tall chair to the ground, stretching your toes to meet the rough gunite while your shifting weight makes the chair scrape loudly backward.

There is laughter in Yoongi's voice when he asks, "Wait, where are you going?"

You sigh and stare at Yoongi's half-empty drink rather than at himself, contemplating how much you even want to reveal. You do not have feelings for him, for one thing, but you are also not sure whether he has just been messing with you and lying about wanting to hook up again. It almost feels like you are the butt of some joke.

"I'm not going to sit here and be made fun of," you say, pointedly not meeting his gaze before you turn to walk back into the hotel.

"Wait," Yoongi says, and before you have a chance to register the word, his hand is on your arm, tugging you back. "There has definitely been a misunderstanding."

You are surprised to find that Yoongi is standing, and now that you are on your feet, the alcohol hits you at once, spinning you somewhat off your axis as you twist out of Yoongi's hold and frown at his eager expression. You stumble slightly back on flip-flopped feet and straighten out, giving him your best glare.

"Look, I'm not interested in your games, okay? I know you enjoy being an asshole for fun, so cut the shit, Yoongi."

Yoongi actually looks a bit upset before he schools his features and scoffs, taking a step back and reaching for his drink. He shrugs, then mutters, "Fine, be a fucking brat."

The whiplash is astounding, and you stand your ground while trying to figure out just what the fuck is going on. Yoongi sucks his cheeks in to finish the last of his tequila syrup, then he walks past you with an air of nonchalance that makes you turn on your toes and follow him in a huff. You were going to have the last word; who does he think he is?

As the two of you approach the open door of the hotel, Yoongi turns to glance over his shoulder and scoffs. "What? Tagging along so you can bitch at me in the elevator?"

"Oh, fuck off," you respond louder than necessary now that the two of you are in the crowded carpeted hallway and the raucous sounds of the pool are quieted behind concrete and glass. "I'm going back to my room."

"Sure you don't want to come back to mine?" Yoongi asks over his shoulder as you round a corner into a nearly empty hallway, walking deeper into the hotel.

"What?" you all but shout.

"Oh, come on," he laughs, turning to walk backward just long enough to say, "I saw how jealous you got over the prospect of me fucking someone else, despite knowing full well that I do fuck someone else, regularly. Regardless, the guys are all asleep, which means an opportunity has presented itself."

"I was not—" you begin as his gaze rakes down your body, and he turns back around.

"Admit it," Yoongi drawls, taking a corner to the left into a small elevator lobby with eight gold doors. He presses a call button, then turns to fully face you. "You can't get me out of your head, can you? I've been watching you sneak glances all weekend, baby girl; you're a terrible actor."

How can one man be so exasperating? As you wait for one of the elevators to get close, you stare up at the lights above the nearest one, hoping that by some chance two of them open so that you are not stuck in a compact square carriage with him.

But as one of the elevators behind you dings, and not a single person joins you inside, you realize all too soon that you are trapped with him, and only him. Yoongi steps in first and holds his hand in front of the door to keep it from closing, and you slide into the small space and step into the furthest corner from him, staring at the gold doors as they close, then watching in the peripheral as Yoongi hits the number 32 – the floor you both stay on.

"So?" Yoongi drawls, causing your entire body to break out in goosebumps – though you reason it is likely from your bathing suit still being damp and has nothing to do with that demon's deep, inviting voice.

"So, what?" you bite back, staring up at the little screen above the button panel that flashes with which floor it passes.

"You gonna come to my room and let us both have what we want, or what? Nice and rough, just like you asked for.”

With a scoff, you cross your arms over your chest, attempting to find warmth and to cover how hard your nipples are under your bathing suit top. Yoongi steps closer, and in this enclosed space, you can smell hints of musk and cologne, and maybe something sweet, like a lingering trace of shampoo or a body wash.

"Or maybe we should go to yours," he suggests, deep and quiet. "Your room is further from the others…don't need any of them hearing you screaming my name while I tame the brat out of you."

"You are insufferable," you grit under your breath, though your words do not sound as firm as you would like.

Yoongi hums and steps impossibly closer, then says, "I know you can't stop thinking about me, baby girl. Just give in."

As soon as the elevator dings and the gold doors slide open, he side steps far away from you, giving you space to exit and begin the hurried trek toward your room. From the elevator lobby, yours is to the left and down a little, whereas the group of rooms the guys are staying in are just off to the right. If you did let Yoongi fuck you – which you are not – doing so in your room would be the wiser of the two choices.

You round the corner to the left and walk quickly down to your door. To your chagrin, Yoongi's flip flops smack behind you, and you sigh and let your head droop back, feeling too tipsy and maybe a little too horny to be allowing him to come to your room. You reach your door and fish your key from where it's wedged between your towel and hip, then turn and scowl, looking over Yoongi's shoulder to make sure nobody else is in the hallway to see the two of you together.

"Go back to your room, Yoongi," you say. Your heart pounds the closer he gets, and you do your best to keep your eyes on his face, but he is shirtless, and he looks really good with his lean but defined muscles on display.

"Is that really what you want?" he asks, stopping a foot away and leaning into the wall.

"Yes!" you whisper-yell, insistent. You glance over his shoulder once more, then say, "The last thing I want is to get caught with you."

Yoongi's face brightens, and you know in an instant that you have fucked up. "Oh, so you do want me to fuck your brains out, but you're worried about getting caught?"

"That's not—"

Yoongi raises an eyebrow and does not wait for you to finish your sentence, drawling, "I think it is. You already said as much over text."

Although your hand is lifted halfway to the key scanner, it is too far for it to detect the key and allow you entrance. You raise your eyebrows and use the hand holding the key to wave him off, muttering, "Shoo! Get the fuck out of here. I don't want to be seen with you."

Yoongi tongues the inside of his cheek, grabs your hand, and forces you to hold the key against the scanner, then reaches with his other hand to open the door and shove the two of you inside. Everything happens in a flash, and you barely have a chance to get your bearings, muttering, "Yoongi, what the f—" as you are ushered into the entrance of your hotel room, and Yoongi is closing the door behind the two of you.

"Nobody can see us in here," Yoongi says as he steps out of his sandals and walks into your room, adding, "problem solved," over his shoulder.

Your hotel room is fairly tidy, with only a few small sprawling piles of clothing and beauty products here and there. But you definitely left a dildo and vibrator lying tangled in the sheets of the bed from toying yourself last night, and you kick out of your sandals and scurry over to the bed, hoping to get to them before Yoongi sees them, finding him holding the small purple bullet vibrator between his fingers.

"Naughty girl," Yoongi teases when you come into view, and you can hear him clicking on the power button multiple times to make the buzzing louder and stronger.

"Put that down," you insist, closing the space between the two of you and reaching for it.

"Let me use this on you," Yoongi mutters, dropping his arm down and brushing the vibrating toy over your thigh, right in between the slit of the towel.

"Yoongi!" you yelp, hopping backward and reaching for his arm, but Yoongi just grins and holds the toy behind his back, flexing his arm as you attempt to yank on it.

"Please," Yoongi asks softly, flashing a lopsided smile, and you shove at his chest and walk away, determined to put space between the two of you.

Given how fast Yoongi can make you cum, the prospect of him fucking you while using your toy does excite you, but it also worries you. This man would turn you into a pile of mush in no time. Luckily, he turns the toy off and tosses it back onto your bed, toward the pillows.

“We need to establish boundaries,” you say, walking over to a long mirror near the front entrance of the room to check your reflection. Although you appear tired from a combination of tipsiness, heat, and genuine exhaustion, you look good enough to let this demon perceive you.

When you turn back to Yoongi, he is sitting on the corner of your bed, arms relaxed at his sides, waiting for you to continue.

“Things like hitting, spitting, and hair-pulling are fine, but I get to tell you to stop if it becomes too much.”

“We’ll establish a safe word,” Yoongi says.

A thrill rushes over you as you consider what your safe word could be, and you formulate an idea, unable to hold back from grinning. Yoongi must take notice, because he sits higher, raising his eyebrows curiously.

“The guy with the orange hair,” you say, approaching Yoongi, whose eyes widen as you speak, “is he your regular hookup?”

Yoongi smiles sharply, then nods his head slightly as he says, “He is.”

“And he knows you plan to fuck me? Or are you doing it behind his back?”

Yoongi’s smile turns wide and playful. “He knows.”

“Hmm,” you respond, stepping close enough that he could reach out and touch you. “My safe word is Jimin.”

Yoongi tongues the inside of his cheek, then sits back, placing his palms against the white comforter on the bed. “Really?”

You chuckle as you nod and say, “Yup.”

“You’re going to scream Jimin’s name if you want me to slow down or stop?”

“Correct.”

Yoongi laughs, clearly amused, then he nods and says, “Alright. Works for me. Any other boundaries? Things you’re not into?”

Truthfully, at this moment, there is nothing you can think of. So you shrug and say, “Nothing as of now…but I’ll tell you if that changes.”

“You’ll moan my hookup’s name if you change your mind,” Yoongi mutters with a smirk.

“Yup.”

Yoongi rolls his shoulders and then sits up straight before slowly beginning to stand. You take a step back, feeling nervousness sink in over the fact that this is really happening, especially with the way Yoongi stands tall with his shoulders square and his expression flat.

“Repeat your safe word for me,” Yoongi commands.

“Jimin,” you respond, much softer than intended.

The corner of Yoongi’s mouth rises for a split second, then he squints as if he is disgusted by what he sees. Instinctively, you take another step back.

Yoongi is quick as a serpent, hand snapping up to grip onto your jaw and make you gasp – startling you.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks in a sharp snarl.

Although you move your lips, all you are able to mutter is vowels, unsure what to say.

“You’re mine, baby girl. You don’t so much as move unless I command it.”

Although you are aware that your safe word negates his statement, your heart thrums heavily behind your ribs at the idea of being at Yoongi’s mercy. You told him you wanted it rough – wanted it to hurt – and now that you stand before him, trepidation sinks deep.

Yoongi continues to grip firmly to your chin while his free hand rips the towel from around your hips and chucks it to the side, making you gasp and flinch. The bikini you wear is small and still a bit damp, and you shiver as the air hits your bare thighs and tummy. Your breaths are heavy, causing a quick rise and fall of your chest, and you already feel a bit dazed from being handled his way.

“Look at you,” Yoongi growls with a sharp, hungry gaze, lips upturned. “You can talk all the shit you want about how much you hate me, but I can see the way you want me, baby girl."

His grasp on your jaw is firm, and when he begins to pull his arm back, toward the bed, you step with him, moving slowly as his body rotates. Yoongi smirks razor-sharp, eyes burning with excitement, and you hate how absolutely right he is. You want him real bad.

"Wanna choke on my cock while sitting on the bed, or down on your knees?" Yoongi asks, leaning nice and close, wafting warm, sugar-sweet breath into your face.

"On the bed," you mutter, voice hoarse and weak.

Yoongi grips your jaw ever so slightly, then pushes you down into the bed, causing you to gasp and scramble as you keep from sliding off the edge, hands gripping onto the white comforter.

"Not eager to get back onto the floor with me?" he chides, but all you can do is stare upward as he looms over you, fingers working the velcro fly of his black swim shorts.

Yoongi wastes no time pushing his shorts to the floor, revealing a half-hard and inviting cock. Last time, you hardly got a good look at him, but this time, it is all you see as Yoongi grips onto the back of your hair and yanks you forward, practically shoving himself against your lips.

"Don't be shy, baby girl," Yoongi groans, using his other hand to gently squeeze your throat. You look up at Yoongi without tilting your head, greeted by a dark stare that gives you chills as he adds, "Let's see what that pretty, bratty fucking mouth of yours can do."

With a deep, fortifying breath, you sit high on the bed, hands still gripping the comforter, and you run your tongue over the shaft, just below his cockhead. His skin is smooth with a faint soapy smell, and you let your eyes flutter as your lips close over the head, wetting the skin.

"We don't have all fucking day," Yoongi practically growls as he presses your head close to his pelvis.

With a snarl, you glance up through your lashes, saying, "We quite literally do have all day," lips still pressed against him. In a show of brattiness, you add, "So do you want it, or are you going to keep being an asshole?"

Yoongi releases the hand on your hair and slaps you against the cheek. It is not hard enough to sting, but it is enough to make you gasp, eyes wide as you let the slight tingle settle over your skin. Although you would ordinarily be ready to fight a man for slapping you, in this setting, it excites you – makes you want to act like even more of a pain in his ass.

"Too far?" Yoongi asks, expression still hard but with a hint of softness hiding around the edges.

If this were anyone else, you would bat your lashes and tell him you liked it – that it felt exciting enough to set a spark in you that is threatening to light a proper fire. But this is Yoongi, so you scoff and say, "I didn't call my safe word, did I?"

Yoongi chuckles in response with the edge of his mouth tugging into a sharp sneer. Then he slaps you again, this time hard enough to sting, and he grips your throat and tugs you against him, forcing your forehead to crash against his tummy while the head of his cock presses into your lips and teeth.

"Suck my fucking dick or I'm leaving," he commands.

With a roll of your eyes, you grumble, "So moody."

You can hear the beginning of a response, but you open wide and swallow Yoongi as far as you can take him, letting the tip lightly touch your throat. Yoongi groans, tightening his grip on your neck before relaxing it while the other firmly grabs the back of your head.

Without warning, Yoongi bucks his hips, thrusting deep. You gag, but not badly enough to have to pull off, swallowing the feeling while he pulls back and thrusts forward again. And again, pulling out, slamming deep, and pulling out, clearly not setting a rhythm so much as testing your limits.

You lift your hands and settle them on his hips, surprised by how soft his skin feels beneath your fingertips, and when he pulls back again, you take in a deep enough breath through your nose. Although Yoongi is forceful, his grip on you is loose – a small mercy considering you are already drooling and beginning to cry.

"Damn, baby girl, your throat feels amazing," Yoongi rasps, voice coming out surprisingly desperate.

As he sets a pace, you settle into the pattern of breathing in time with his thrusts, and Yoongi continues to hold onto your head and neck while he fucks your face. Although you have given a sloppy blow job or two in the past, this is the first time you have allowed someone to be in control.

Tears catch in your eyelashes and fall, and you glance up, watching as Yoongi grits his teeth and knits his brow, clearly holding himself back from losing some semblance of control – whether it is the urge to fuck harder or to cum already, you can only presume.

When his eyes meet yours, he moans, allowing his eyelids to flutter, causing your strong foundation of hating his fucking guts to crumble just a little. Yoongi looks sexy while falling apart, sweat glistening on his shoulders and chest, which rise and fall with each breath he takes.

"You have no idea how fucking good this feels," Yoongi mutters, hissing as his cock presses in nice and deep, causing thick drool to build.

The sounds that come from you are wet and pornographic, forced from your throat. You attempt to hum in response to his praise, but the sound is garbled and lost. Not that he needs to hear your sweet utterances, anyway; what would that do for his ego?

When Yoongi pulls all the way out, it surprises you. You lurch slightly, your mouth following the movement while your lungs attempt to adjust to a full intake of air. Yoongi moves his hand from the back of your head and slaps you across the cheek, making you whimper.

Drool coats your lips and chin, tears streak down your cheeks, and the way Yoongi looks down at you is practically reverent. You wonder what he could possibly be thinking – Min Yoongi does not look at you like that.

Thankfully, in a blink, the expression is gone, replaced by something much sharper. Yoongi reaches down and yanks at your swim top, forcing your breasts to spill in a jerking motion. Too stunned to respond, you sit while Yoongi roughly palms at your chest, calloused hands against soft, sensitive skin.

Yoongi squeezes and slaps your breasts, giving your nipples a pinch with one alternating hand while he continues holding you firmly by the throat. You do your best not to react too loudly, huffing and sighing without moaning; you want Yoongi to really work to get a reaction out of you. With how cocky he is, you expect he will have no trouble doing so.

Without warning, Yoongi shoves you onto your back, fully releasing you, and sending you crashing against the comforter. You scramble, legs spreading as you lift one in an attempt to get into any position that might be useful, but Yoongi bends and grabs your ass, yanking it off the edge of the bed and pressing in a way that lifts your hips slightly, causing your legs to flail and spread. He yanks your swimsuit bottom to the side, bends just enough to spit on you, and then he rubs the tip of his dick against the spit, over your clit and labia before he spears you nice and deep.

The stretch makes you cry out and squeeze your eyes tight, gripping the comforter and attempting to find a position to hold your legs. Yoongi presses and slightly twists you so that one leg is bent and somewhat hanging downward and the other is lifted high in the air, and he sets a brutal pace, fucking you hard and deep before you can wrap your head around anything.

"Holy fuck!" you scream, pleasure-pain so intense, you struggle to breathe.

"So tight," Yoongi moans, pressing his weight into you even more, making your leg muscles burn and ache.

All you can do is lay and take what Yoongi gives you, doing your best to relax your muscles while he fucks you harder and better than anyone has before. You said you wanted it rough, and you are not disappointed. With each deep thrust, you chase your high quickly.

Yoongi reaches with one hand and roughly rubs over your clit, giving your pussy gentle slaps that send you hurtling over the edge. Your moans turn into sobs, back bowing from the bed as you build and build and then crash.

"That's it, baby girl," Yoongi grits, fingers working your clit in more practiced movements. "Show me how fast I can make you cum."

"Sh-sh-shut up," you grumble, head digging back into the comforter. Orgasm washes over you, threatening to drown you in its undertow, and you sob and moan, hands tensing and releasing as your legs tremble at their awkward angles.

Yoongi pulls all the way out before you finish, shoving your legs down and forcing you to roll over. You move in a haphazard tangle of limbs, your body both shimmering from its high and feeling unfulfilled.

As you get onto your stomach, you drag-crawl up the bed just enough to prevent your knees from hanging uncomfortably, glad when the bed dips and Yoongi follows you. Both hands grip your ass cheeks, pulling the material of your bathing suit and causing the fabric to dig into your skin.

Yoongi slides back in and presses his hands firmly on your ass and lower back, pinning you down while his thrusts make the mattress bounce. You feel dizzy as Yoongi fucks you deep, and when he moves his hands to anchor beside your hips, you bounce even harder.

One hand presses down on the side of your head and pushes your face into the mattress, and although it does not hurt, the pressure is enough to make you feel almost floaty and perfectly used. You are so close to cuming again, and when Yoongi leans low, warm breath ghosting over your face, you close your eyes.

"This rough enough for you?" he asks, voice raspy and enticing.

You practically scream yes and divulge just how good he makes you feel – how you will likely never be fucked this good by anyone else. But you choose to hold onto the praise for another day.

"It's pretty good," you manage to mutter between unrelenting slaps of skin against skin.

Yoongi scoffs. "Pretty good," he grits, mostly to himself.

Then he spits on the side of your mouth, causing you to scowl. Yoongi removes the hand from your head and rubs his fingers over the saliva, smearing it over your lips and cheek while his hips continue their attack.

"You look so good, all messy," he says with a playful tone. "Nothing but a submissive little fuck doll for me to use as I please."

Yoongi sits up, grips you by the hips, and speeds his pace, causing every muscle in your body to fight between wanting to tense and relax. You chase your next high and breakneck speeds, babbling nonsense as Yoongi uses you just as promised.

You nearly cum just as Yoongi pulls out and releases his hold. With an impatient, frustrated groan, you bury your face into the blanket while Yoongi's weight shifts and reaches under you to grab your hips. Hot breath follows a warm wet tongue against your pussy, and you moan loud and eager, doing your best to pop your ass out and give him as much access to you as possible as a new rush of pleasure takes hold.

Yoongi buries his face into you and puts his whole jaw into devouring your cunt, lips and tongue working you over in broad, sloppy movements. Remnants of the high you were chasing before build quickly. And when his tongue moves to your asshole and he plunges two fingers into your pussy, thumb rubbing over your clit, the dam breaks.

Gripping the comforter, you squeal and moan, feeling wave after intense wave flow through you. Yoongi hums and groans as he tongue fucks your ass, fingers and thumb rubbing over your sweet spots. As soon as your high dissipates, you feel another racing to take its place.

This time, when he pulls away before you can cum, you feel relief. You do your best to relax and catch your breath, feeling your entire body tremble and sink into the mattress.

"Already going limp on me," Yoongi teases, pressing into your hips to make you roll around to your back again.

“Making me dizzy,” you complain as you flop over, legs spreading uselessly, plopping down to the mattress.

Your bathing suit top is even more askew, breasts hanging past the thin cups that have shifted, but you do not care. This is exactly how you wanted to be fucked – rushed, rough, and without any preamble or romance.

“You like it when I play with your ass,” Yoongi teases, lips pulled into an obnoxious smirk.

“Shut up,” you complain, rolling your heavy, tired eyes.

Yoongi spreads your thighs with both palms and spits with enough force onto your clit that it makes you flinch. One hand stays pressed into your thigh while the other pumps and lines up his cock.

How it still feels so incredible when he spears you open is a mystery; your body should be used to it by now, but instead, the stretch feels overwhelming, making you moan and arc off the comforter.

“Should let Jimin and I double penetrate you,” Yoongi grits between his teeth as he pulls back and slams forward.

“Oh my god!” you scream as Yoongi grips your hips and drives his cock into you so hard, your body trembles and jiggles with each perfect punch of his hips.

Although the prospect of actually meeting Jimin does interest you, and it does feel good when Yoongi plays with your ass, double penetration – specifically anal sex – is not something you are ready for. But you are unable to voice your trepidation at the moment, mouth only capable of sputtering nonsense between sobs and moans, which you are no longer capable of holding back.

Yoongi leans, deepening his thrusts, and he slots two fingers into your mouth, pressing on your tongue and forcing you to drool. His fingers taste like you, heady and ever so slightly tangy, and he grips onto your jaw nice and tight while each drag of his cock threatens to send you into a new dimension of existence.

Your eyes flutter, and you wonder if it is possible for your soul to slip from your body. You feel tingly and elevated into clouds – like nothing in the world exists but the two of you tangled in this sardonic dance.

"Fuck, I won't last much longer," Yoongi groans, and you practically thank the heavens.

At this rate, if Yoongi does not cum soon, you might risk actually wanting to see him more often. You might find yourself thinking about him while he is away, and, god forbid, wanting to invite him over to do this again.

"Can I cum inside you?" Yoongi asks, voice breaking around the edges.

You attempt to mutter, "Absolutely not," around his fingers, but the sounds come out jumbled and drool runs down your cheek.

Luckily, Yoongi seems to understand, and he slides his fingers from your mouth, then pulls all the way out and begins to stroke himself off with his drool-covered hand. Although you find it hard to keep your eyes open, you cannot help but stare.

Yoongi kneels over you, head tipped back with his throat bobbing as he chases the last of his high. He moans loud and unabashed, sounding and looking far better than you care to admit, with his mint-colored hair hanging over his forehead in sweaty little stalactites. He trembles as his cum sprays from his glistening cock, covering your thigh and hip, and as he squeezes his tip to get the last remaining drops out, he falls slightly forward, bracing himself with his free hand.

"God damn," Yoongi groans, head drooping low. "I knew you would feel good but that was insane."

The urge to tell Yoongi to shut up is strong, but you find you cannot get the words out. All you can do is stare as he catches his breath. You wonder how you have never noticed how broad his shoulders are before, eyes tracing the lines of muscle and bone. Briefly, you even wonder if you could have a crush on someone like him, before you heavy-blink and shake your head, forcing the thought away.

You hum in response to Yoongi's words, delayed because you are stuck in your head. Of course, you would be thinking thoughts about a man who makes you feel this good – but that is all they are, thoughts. Yoongi is an idiot, at the end of the day, who is best friends with your brother, and something like this cannot become a regular occurrence. Surely, once you have come down from your various highs, you will be right back to hating him.

"Alright," Yoongi groans, finally meeting your eye while he slides off the edge of the bed, into a standing position. "This was fun. Thanks for the pussy."

"Whatever," you grumble, finally attempting to move your bathing suit back into place before realizing you still have Yoongi's cum drying on your fucking hip.

"Next time, I want to bring Jimin. You'll love him, trust me."

With a sigh, you glance around the room, then remember there is a box of tissues sitting on the bathroom counter. "There is definitely not going to be a next time," you respond as you begin to attempt to roll into a position that does not make the cum trickle onto the bed.

"You always say that," Yoongi teases, pulling his shorts up, "but I know you'll be thinking about me after this. I saw the way you drifted, baby girl. You were having an out of body experience while I fucked you nice and hard."

"Alright, fuck off," you complain, sitting up and untying the still-damp bathing suit from your chest. Post-nut regret settles deep the more he eggs you on, and it is beginning to annoy the shit out of you. Why must he speak? All of this would be much more pleasant if he would just fuck you and go.

Yoongi turns and walks away without another word. You close your eyes and take a deep breath in, making an attempt at centering yourself. This was just another slip-up, and hardly a big deal; it is not as if you will be asking for a round three. He is simply too annoying and low-key inconsiderate.

You sit and wait for the door to open and close, planning a nice warm shower. The only plan the group has is to meet for dinner, and that isn't for another few hours. You are shocked when you feel something hit you on the arm, and your eyes fly open to find the cardboard cube of tissues resting by your hand, and Yoongi standing nearby with a smile.

"See ya later," he calls, waving his fingertips playfully while a sweet, almost pretty smile graces his lips.

"Yup," you respond, tearing your gaze away and looking down at the tissues. Only when you finally do hear Yoongi leave, do you begin to wipe yourself clean.

"Get your shit together," you mumble under your breath, disgusted by how much you actually did enjoy Yoongi's company, bothered by how your giant suite feels lonely the moment he is gone.

You need to get a grip before dinnertime. And you need to resist the urge to get to know Jimin. This can not and will not become a regular thing. There is absolutely no way it can. Nothing good can come from catching feelings for the devil with the mint hair.

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litnerdwrites · 27 days

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Justice for Nesta recs (AO3)

Most, if not all, of these recs are in the Justice for Nesta/ ACOSF rewrite/fix-it vein. It will be updates as I find more fics, but feel free to send any recs you have.

TRIGGER WARNING! Many of these fics will be very dark, with references to suicide, ptsd, misogyny, and IC BS. However, I'll be sure to add specifics where applicable.

Fics For Those Craving Nesta JusticeI put all the fics I found into one collection on AO3 that, as the title suggests, are for those craving Nesta Justice. Please read the relevant tags for each fic, as many of them contain reference to PTSD, SA (both past referenced and in story), and general IC BS.

I'll also list every fic in this collection bellow, just to keep them all in one place. Feel free to also add your own finds or works if you have any. The collection is open, but moderated.

Those the Stars Cannot Hear by @kataraavatara An ACOSF rewrite where Mor makes good on her threat to leave Nesta in the CON.

Baby, now we got bad blood by Pumpkinspice_Lou They say you should never come between a male and his mate. Rhysand should've known better. Aka Cassian finally choosing Nesta. Completed two-shot.

A Court of Vice and Victors by Wishcamper Acosf rewritten by a therapist. Need I say more? Incomplete.

You Made Her Like That By BookWorm77071 A few days into their Hike from Hell, Nesta is able to form one coherent thought: I don't want to do this anymore. So she stops. Three chapter short story. Completed.

Nesta becomes a baby by Theladyofbloodshed Exactly what the title says. Oneshot.

A Court of Tangled Flames by Theladyofbloodshed A Neris fic where Nesta gets the love story she deserves.

ACOTAR snippet collection by Theladyofbloodshed A collection of Acotar what ifs.

Nesta vs. The Buffer by Theladyofbloodshed After Nesta finally snaps at another 'family' dinner, calling Cassian and Mor out on their shit, she begins to heal and fall in love on her own terms. With a certain shadowsinger. Completed. Nezriel fic. Anti IC but they kind of redeem themselves at the end. Completed.

AU Where We Pretend Acosf Didn't Happen by Theladyofbloodshed An alternative take to ACOSF, starting from post ACOFS. Nesta ends up leaving Velaris, starting herself on a journey of self discovery and healing. TW Beron Vansera, implied/referenced SA, IC being assholes.

Nightmare Dressed Like A Daydream by This_Immortal_Hope Nesta was a wolf. So, much like a wolf, she bided her time, accepting her exile with ice in her and determination in her heart. When she was ready, she tore their Court of Dreams apart with their own hypocrisy. One shot. No ship. Rhysand is thoroughly put in his place. Oneshot.

Second Chances by miryamdev Cassian apologises to Nesta after the HOFAS bonus chapter.

A trick of the light by closet_monster There was nothing condemning about madness or paralyzing fear. Nesta was familiar with both — they seemed to be a recurring theme in both womanhood and life in Hewn. Oneshot. TW Depression, self harm, and implied abuse. Please double check the tags before reading.

Burn for Eternity by rosemai Nesta is defeated and broken down by the words of her sisters and the IC, so she takes matters into her own hands and meets a group on individuals who could give her the help she needs. Incomplete.

Nesta's Truth by grovellingboyfriends After another year of leaving Nesta alone, Cassian finds Nesta in her apartment on Solstice, standing over a dead man. TW for implied SA, parental abuse, Elain is a bitch. 3/5 chapters published as of making this post.

Daylight by Flowerflamestar Nesta Archeron, banished and betrayed, ran from cold and hatred straight into the light of Day and found a place where she could belong. Completed.

Might I Suggest You Don't Fuck With My Sis by MacabreGiggles The intervention rethought, where the Archeron sisters decide to stand up for one another and put the IC in their place. Incomplete.

I died. I will die. It's alright. I don't mind. By MacabreGiggles Nesta resorts to other means to cope, like drugs. Incomplete. TW. Abuse. Alcolism. Suicide. Sexual assault. Drug abuse.

The Veil of Silence by Hrizantemy There exists a veil of silence, it shrouds our voices masking our truths, muffling our cries, our voices are muted, and dreams whispered. Incomplete.

You're a crisis of my faith by porque_nolosdos Nesta and Elain leave the NC, and upon seeing the IC's reaction, Feyre decides to ditch them too. Incomplete.

A thousand cuts by adelindschade It finally clicks for Cassian just how badly Nesta was hurting (it only took three TW suicide TW attempts), so he decides to try thinking of what Nesta would want. This decision leaves a ripple effect that will change the NC as we know it. Incomplete.

The consequences of normality by TheTeaQueen After the events of ACOSF, things seem relatively normal. Until Cassian realises that Nesta doesn't ask for things, or that self hatred still grips her, or the facade she puts on for her family. When she starts cutting back on training and work in the library, he begins to worry. Maybe things aren't as perfect as he thought. Maybe their methods in helping her weren't as effective as he thought. Incomplete.

Three little words by TheTeaQueen Cassian finally says those three little words that Nesta needed to hear. Oneshot.

Like fire, she raged by TheTeaQueen Emerie stands up for Nesta and puts Rhys and Feyre in their place. Completed.

Of Death and Resurrection by TheTeaQueen Part 1 of In the name of healing and happiness. Nesta was ready to die. So to save Feyre and Nyx, she did. Can Rhysand, the only person who can save her, bring her back from the brink? Completed. TW Implied suicide, rape/sa, anti Elain.

Of Shadows and Light by TheTeaQueen Part 2 of In the name of healing and happiness. Technically more of a Gwynriel fic, but does have some Nessian since it follows the aftermath of Of death and Resurrection, only Azriel, Gwyn & Elain are the main focus. Ties up a lose thread or two from part 1, and is 100% Anti Elain. Completed. TW Implied child abuse, implied suicide, torture.

Of Reopened Wounds and Retribution by TheTeaQueen Part 3 of In the name of healing and happiness. A trip to the human lands to discuss the treaty leads Nesta to face Thomas Mandray again. This time, she has family willing to go to hell and back for her. Incomplete. TW Implied rape/sa, panic attack.

Lady Death and Her Kingdom by TheTeaQueen Amren pushes Nesta too far, causing her to awaken a strange new power. TW Implied child abuse. Incomplete.

The Hike, Alternatively by TheTeaQueen An alternative take on The Hike from Hell, where Nesta attempt to TW commit suicide TW, and Cassian realises just how messed up their methods, and the events leading up to the hike are. Written for Suicide prevention month. Completed. TW Self harm, suicide, The Hike.

To Pay a Debt by TheTeaQueen When Nesta sees that Feyre didn't include her in any of the paintings, she does the only thing she can think of; Run. Incomplete. TW, attempted suicide, suicidal thoughts, mentioned sa.

Burning from the Inside out by TheTeaQueen An au where Nesta's secretly lived with Chronic pain her whole life, only for the cauldron and her new powers to exacerbate it. Complete. TW Implied/referenced child abuse, suicidal thoughts, ableism, internalised ableism.

The Whole Truth by TheTeaQueen An alternative take where Nesta's deepest secret comes to light when Elain explodes at the dinner table one night. This forces the IC and her sisters to reevaluate their perception of her. Incomplete. TW: Child abuse, suicidal thoughts/ideation, forced prostitution, sexual assault (underage!!)

Set my Soul Alight by moodymelanist Nesta finds solace in Autumn. No Nessian. Completed. TW Implied/referenced child abuse, implied/referenced rape, implied/referenced torture.

Falling by becauseofreading Another take on what happens after Cassian tells Nesta that everybody hates her. Incomplete. TW Self harm, suicidal thoughts, blood and injuries.

Destruction and Renewal by Vorbi Nesta is given the opportunity to form new alliances. Initially, she scoffs at the idea, but after a small, final act of disrespect from the IC, she decides to see where this new path leads us. Incomplete. TW Implied/referenced abuse.

No One Likes A Mad Woman by Separatist_Apologist You made her like that. Nesta has had her choices tripped away, so when Eris offers her an out, she takes it. No happy ending for Cassian. The Night Court gets no sympathy. Completed. TW Domestic violence

A Cup of Tea by shaziskhalid After realising that the Cassian of her dreams isn't the Cassian she's mated to, everything changed. (MCU! Wanda, modern Au). Incomplete.

Promise by Daughterofthesea Begins during that scene where Cassian follows Nesta, and ends with him understanding just how much pain she's in, and deciding to actually help her.

Stay here (I love you, but I need another year) by littleplease Nesta is tired, and losing the will to even try. Complete. TW Apathy, depression, vuage suicidal thoughts.

What you did to me (I'll spend my life trying to rise) by filthymouthedslut Nesta is done with the IC's holier-than-thou attitude. No ship. Incomplete (3/4) as of updating this post.

Everybody hates you by Booksandsushi A different take on the time Cassian tells Nesta that Everybody hates her. Incomplete.

Change is good by Booksandsushi Nesta figures her life out on her own. Complete.

Truth of the Heart By TheFreakPanda The months after ACOFAS leave Nesta presented with some new opportunities. Full of therapy and dancing. Completed.

I've Always Liked to Play with Fire by catalyste After her village is destroyed and family killed by Hybern following Feyre's revenge mission, you wake up healed in the NC. After Lucien leaves you there, you find yourself trapped with Nesta Archeron, who turns out to be an unlikely ally. The two of you plan your escape with the help of Eris Vansera. Polly, Neris/reader, with IC bashing, and dragons. Incomplete.

The relapse by Janes_Melodies Something broke in Nesta when she learned about the results of the vote, knowing it was a tie until Feyre. She was trying for her sisters and for Cassian, yet they still think she's cruel enough to create a whole new trove just to kill them all. For the first time in months, she gave into her desires. Incomplete. TW Alcoholism, Implied/referenced self harm, suicidal thoughts.

You're safe now by annieleonhardtsring Rewrite of the scene where Nesta falls down the stairs, and Azriel stands up for her. Complete.

Love her how she should be loved by julemmaes Cassian overhears his family making some not-so-subtle comments about Nesta, and it pushes him over the edge. So he goes to bat for her, blaming his friends for everything wrong with their relationship with his girlfriend. Modern AU completed.

The Nest World - The Next Life by bat_called_phil ACOSF canon divergence fic that starts with the intervention, but diverts when Nesta takes a stand for herself, and Feyre starts holding Rhys accountable. TW Implied/referenced suicide, Implied/referenced abortion.

A Court of Spite and Isolation by xxTAO Nesta choses the human lands, separated from the IC and the distractions from her trauma, she spirals. Incomplete (4/6) TW Suicidal thoughts, Implied/referenced alcoholism, Suicide attempt.

Come Home by Rhysanoodle Cassian learns how Nesta's been living since she came to Illyria, and which fears haunt her the most. Complete.

#pro nesta #anti inner circle #anti ic #anti acosf #nesta deserves better #pro nesta archeron #anti rhysand #nesta acotar #anti elain #the archeron sisters deserve better #anti rhys #anti amren #anti cassian #anti feyre #anti mor #anti morrigan #fic rec

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A sunny day in the rainy season sums up what it’s like to love Yoichi.

cw: gender neutral reader, 1.2k words, food/eating mentions, mild cursing like once, yoichi is a dense idiot, it’s pure sappy fluff <33

Loving Isagi is soft and warm, like the first day of sun after a week of nothing but rain – a day so long awaited that the only thing he can think to do is spend the entire day at your side, celebrating the good weather that he just knows means spring is on the way. When it’s the golden rays of sun that wake Isagi up, he’s sure it’s you that’s shining: your glowing face and smile that’s brighter than a thousand suns. At long last the tiredness is gone from his aching muscles, and he’s sure that’s your work too. He should get up, he thinks, he should cook you something to celebrate the return of the sun, but you cling onto him so tightly… there’s no harm in staying, is there?

“Hm… I’m so glad I don’t have practice today” he mumbles, half to himself, basking in your warmth and the gentle rays of morning that peek through the curtains.

“Why?” you ask, roused by his gentle mumbles.

He freezes and blushes like a schoolboy with his first love, not having intended to wake you up. “It means we can spend the day together. The rain finally stopped and it’s already sunny, we should celebrate.”

“Celebrate what, Yoichi?” You ask. It’s another one of Isagi’s silly ideas, and you can’t be bothered to understand it, not when his touch is so warm and gentle and laying there together in his bed that’s not big enough for two you think you’ve finally understood what people mean when they say someone can feel like home. Isagi feels like home.

Isagi’s not sure exactly what he wants to celebrate beyond the fact that today just has to be celebrated. He nuzzles close into you and says, “Well… that we survived the rain. That the sun’s back and spring’s on the way. That we’ve been together for a year.”

“A… year?” Has it been that long already?

“Yeah… crazy, right? It’s still a while until the day we made things official- official… but we were basically dating before then, right?”

So it has been… One almost-spring to another. You both remember the time with fondness, though in the moment the stormy weather had been a perfect representation of how you felt. The maybe-relationship stage had been confusing and scary and frustrating, but everything turned out alright, so really, how bad could it have been? It brought Isagi closer to you, after all, so for all he knew it was the best blessing he had ever received.

“I guess we should celebrate then,” You say with a laugh, “A sunny day after the rainstorms to celebrate making it for a year after whatever that was. Fitting, isn’t it?”

He pulls you close by the waist, placing a loving kiss on your forehead. “Mhm. We should go have breakfast at that one cafe where you got upset ‘cause the barista gave me her number.”

“Oh god, the one where I called you a dense idiot?” You remember the café clearly, a quaint little place where you almost rethought your entire relationship with Isagi. You’d gone back once or twice since that day, but never with him.

“Yeah, that one. You were right though, I was being a dense idiot,” He laughs, untangling himself from your arms to get out of bed, though he’d really rather stay there with you all day, wrapped in the blankets without a care in the world.

“But now you’re my dense idiot, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Just as he promised, Isagi takes you to breakfast, though he insists you walk together to properly enjoy the weather. He holds your hand the whole way. Every flower you pass he points out, saying it reminds him of you in some way. One was the color of a shirt you wore on a particularly memorable date, another he swears was in a bouquet you gave him once, a third he remembers seeing outside your apartment, and most of them he just thinks are pretty like you.

Like a gentleman he pays for the both of you, and he has your coffee order memorized. It’s the same coffee you got that day last year, when he ordered your favorite from memory for the first time.

“When did you first memorize my coffee order?” You ask as you sit down at a little table on the patio, the cafe owner’s cat sitting on the railing and watching the two of you with wide eyes. The sunlight makes Yoichi’s equally wide, lovestruck eyes sparkle sapphire blue.

“I don’t know… early on, I guess. I think it made me finally realize that I thought of you as more than a friend. I can hardly remember Bachira’s order after all this time, so why did I get yours so easily?”

For a moment you sit in silence – it was true, you realized. Who else could he order coffee for without messing up their order once? Even before you were together he would surprise you with something after a rough day, always timed perfectly though you never really told him how you were feeling.

“I think I realized I had feelings for you when you took me to the park after a particularly rough day… Do you remember that? When you grabbed my hand and we ran around under the stars it was like everything made sense.”

“But that was so early… damn, I really am dense, aren’t I?” Isagi laughs awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. His smile is shy and lopsided, it’s the smile you fell in love with so quickly.

You think back to what you said a year ago, the memory vivid in your mind. “Isagi Yoichi, you are a dense idiot! I think you’re the stupidest man I’ve ever met, and I’ve known a lot of stupid men in my lifetime. I swear, I can’t stand you sometimes!”

At first, he seems taken aback, but immediately he bursts into laughter. “I love you too, sweetheart. You’re right though, I am pretty dense, aren’t I?”

The day is yours, yours and his, but mostly yours because to Isagi you are the sun, and the sun is here to illuminate you at long last. Everything he says and does, every word and every action, no matter how small, is a new way to say “I love you.” You visit every place that was important to you back then, in an almost-spring a year past, the parks and restaurants and streetcorners that defined a whole rainy season. And when the day grows late and you return to Isagi’s home, a home that may as well be yours, the sun is gone until another dawn but Isagi doesn’t mind. It never was a day to celebrate the sun, it was a day to celebrate his love for you, which feels just the same as a long-awaited sunny day.

“I love you, Yoichi,” You murmur, running your fingers gently through his soft inky hair, watching as his chest rises and falls peacefully.

“I love you too…” He murmurs, half asleep, “In the sun and in the rain… last year and this year and next year and every year after… I love you.”

Spring may be far – weeks away, perhaps months – but all of its beauty is not something Isagi longs for anymore. No, the wintertime may be rainy and cold, but with you in it, he feels as though every day is graced by the gentle sun that is love. Your love, his love, and the steady, sunny glow where they meet.

i love him a normal amount

#imagine ⋆｡°✩#isagi x reader #isagi x you #isagi x y/n #isagi yoichi x reader #isagi yoichi x you #isagi yoichi x y/n #isagi x gn reader #isagi x gender neutral reader #blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #blue lock x y/n #blue lock x gender neutral reader #bllk x reader

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gemini-sensei · 3 months

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Everything Has Changed pt. 3 | Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz x Chubby!LaRusso!Reader

● Part One ○ Part Two ●

CW: teen pregnancy, Canon level violence, unhinged and protective Daniel LaRusso.

Evenings when training was over with were always the best, that was until Reader wound up pregnant. Now Hawk rethought everything and the time after training wasn't as great as it used to be. It was filled with the same after-trainging cooldown, the Gatorades, the laughter, but now his head was filled with thoughts of Reader and the baby. All he wanted to do was go home and text or call her, hearing her voice was the highlight of his day.

He grabbed two Gatorades from the store coolers and made his way to the counter. It was easy to pay for it and leave, heading toward his car. As afternoon turned to evening, he was once again consumed by thoughts of Reader.

With his car in sight, Hawk was ready for a relaxing evening. He deserved a shower and to lay back on his bed. Daytime was for worrying about things, such as the baby.

The least of his worries, as far as he was concerned, had nothing to do with getting punched in the face while walking to his car.

He stumbled, dropped his drinks and keys, and got into a defensive position. His vision was a little blurry but he blinked away the tears in time to block another fist. He countered with a jab of his own and was blocked, so he remained on the offense and kept attacking his attacker until he could put some distance between them.

"What the Hell, man!" he yelled, fiery and ready to rage. Then he saw who his opponent was. "Oh shit."

"Is that all you have to say for yourself, you little cretin?" Mr. LaRusso asked, still holding his fists up. Hawk stared him down, never taking his eyes off of his opponent but remained aware enough that he could have come with others. For all he knew, Sam was around the corner waiting to jump him too. "I should kill you."

"I'd like to see you try, old man," Hawk huffed, wiping a little blood from his nose with the back of his hand. There was no way he was going to let the rival sensei get the better of him. "So you know."

"I know," Mr. LaRusso said, rather harshly. He glared at the mohawked teen. "I know you took advantage of my daughter."

"What?"

"Don't feed me that bullshit. I know you talked her into it or used whatever charm you Cobras have to woo her. But that ends now. You're never gonna see my daughter again."

"You can't do that," Hawk grunted, and without a second thought charged.

Mr. LaRusso was now the enemy trying to keep him away from Reader and the baby. All Hawk saw was red.

They fought through the parking lot, Mr. LaRusso blocking all of Hawk's efforts to hurt him. They backed into a car and that when Hawk thought he had him cornered, only to get turned around and pinned to the car. Mr. LaRusso held a hand on his chest, but it wasn't good enough. He headbutt the man and pushed away, watching him stumble. Mr. LaRusso caught himself and tried to kick him, but Hawk stepped back and dodged. Then he ran and sent his own kick toward the man, only for him to catch his ankle and hold him there like that.

"Just leave Reader alone," Mr. LaRusso said.

Hawk glared at him. "Never."

"Why? You wanna keep playing games with her?"

"Why the fuck would you think that?"

Mr. LaRusso let him go by pushing him back. Hawk fell on the ground, but didn't back down. He pushed himself up and got in the man's face, but their wasn't just any guy. This was his girlfriend's father. Someone he shouldn't be fighting in a dingy parking lot at 7pm.

He breathing hot and heavy through his nose staring at the man. "I didn't trick her into anything. I didn't woo her. I didn't take advantage of her. It started off at blowing off steam for the both of us. But even before all that, I've liked her. This wasn't some random hookup for me, so no, I'm not gonna leave her alone. I'm not gonna leave her period. Deal with it."

Daniel stared him in the eyes. "Do you love her?"

"What kind of question is that?"

"A necessary one, now answer it."

"Of course I do," Hawk breathed, tension finally releasing from his body. It was over, this moment.

It was finally over and now they were two jackasses standing in a darkening parking lot bruised and bloodied. They had each gotten a few good hits in, with Mr. LaRusso's experience and Hawk's anger such things were inevitable. They sat on the curb to collect their bearings and talk through the situation like men, like how they should have from the beginning.

"You're lucky you got me coming out of training. My mom would have your head if I had to tell her a grown man attacked me," Hawk sighed.

Mr. LaRusso took a deep breath. "I'm sorry. For a moment, I thought you deserved it. Something like if you're man enough to get my daughter pregnant, your man enough to fight me over it. It was stupid and wrong of me."

Hawk shrugged. "I don't care about that." He felt like he won in the end, but that wasn't what was most important. "I only care about Reader and the baby."

"About that," Daniel said, looking at him. "How are you planning on finishing high school and raising a kid?"

"I'm not worried about graduating, that's the easy part. What's been hard is sneaking Reader out to take her to appointments, buying baby stuff with my allowance, and hiding this from my mom," Hawk said, putting his face in his hands. A hand came down on his back and rubbed it in soothing circles. After a moment, he lifted his head to speak clearly. "Most of all, only seeing Reader at night. I wanna take her out on real dates, take her shopping for the baby. Yeah, I see her when I take her to the appointments, but it isn't the same."

Daniel continued to rub circles on his back but Hawk didn't know if it was helpful or not. He sighed and dropped his head again, letting everything he just said hang in the air.

"You two don't have to do this alone," Mr. LaRusso said, finally speaking after a long pause.

Hawk looked up, and for a brief moment he felt like he wasn't Hawk at all. He was Eli - scared, uncertain Eli. He nodded a little bit and went to speak, but a voice cut through the air.

"Mr. Moskowitz, what's going on here?"

It was Sensei Kreese.

Hawk stood up and faced his sensei while Mr. LaRusso stood defensively. He glared at the older man, whose focus was solely on his student.

He shook his head. "No, sensei."

Kreese cut his eyes to Daniel, who was still glaring. "Don't you have other things to attend to? Or is stealing away my star pupil on your agenda for the week?"

"This has nothing to do with karate, Kreese. Stay out of it."

"On the contrary. You're outside of my dojo fighting with one of my students. I could easily go inside and call for the police-"

"He said stay out of it!" Hawk yelled. He grabbed his stuff off the ground and glared at the karate sensei. He had never taken that tone with Kreese before, but at the thought of Mr. LaRusso getting arrested, he knew he had to do something. It would devastate Reader. "Take that star pupil bullshit and shove it up your ass. I quit."

With that, he walked away from the two bickering men. He walked away like a man who needed to think about his family, which was exactly what he was doing. Mr. LaRusso was smart to do the same and make sure Hawk got to his car without further interruption from Kreese.

When Daniel got home, his wife was waiting for him. She didn't look the least bit happy but he expected that. He braced himself for the verbal beat down she was bound to give him, but it never came. She sat quietly, arms crossed over her chest as she stared him down. She was still dressed for the event they missed because of his outburst, a crude reminder of what he put his family through. Her silence was much worse.

"I'm sorry," he said, sighing. He shook his head. "I thought that boy... Hawk," he corrected himself, then took a moment to collect his thoughts. "I was wrong about him. He seems genuine about his feelings for Reader-"

Amanda cut him off. "I'm not the one you need to apologize to."

"I know," he said and looked at the stares. He made a step toward them to go to their daughter, but was stopped short.

"She's on the phone with him right now," Amanda told him. Her tone was full of disappointment and Daniel knew he deserved it. "She was a wreck the whole time you were gone. You really put her through it, which you know is bad for her and the baby. Now, I understand how shocked you must have been to find out she's pregnant, believe me, so was I, but that was no way to react to it. We should have been able to sit down with her and talk to her about this, but because you went and beat up her boyfriend, that was impossible. She cried so hard, she couldn't speak. She couldn't tell me what was wrong. She was so wrapped up in trying to call and text him that Sam and I could hardly get her to calm down."

"I am so sorry," Daniel said. He knew he couldn't deny anything he did. His face hurt. Hawk had gotten a few good hits in and busted his lip. It was already starting to swell and he knew it would be fat for the next few days. "I should have handled this better."

Amanda nodded and stood up. She walked past him like a breeze, giving him a cold shoulder. Without saying anything else, she walked upstairs and Daniel followed her a few minutes later.

He walked down the hallway as he heard her talking to Reader. "Honey, your father's home. He has something he wants to say to you."

"Okay..." Reader's soft, strained voice came.

When he saw her, he knew she'd been so upset. Her eyes were puffy and red, her cheeks tearstained, her hair a mess. She was wearing a shirt he'd never seen before, likely one Hawk had gotten for her, and was wrapped up in a blanket on her bed. She held the phone to her ear, just breathing into the phone and listening to whatever Hawk was saying on the other side.

After a moment, she ended the call with a small, sweet "I love you."

Daniel came into her room and sat on the end of her bed, keeping some distance in case she didn't want to be close to him at that moment. He stared at his hands, the ones he'd used to attack her boyfriend, and sighed. "Reader, I am so sorry for tonight. I don't know what I was thinking," he told her, though that was a lie. He just didn't want to explain to her what she'd said to Eli - now wasn't the time to tell her all of that. "I shouldn't have done what I did and I'm lucky he didn't call the cops on me. I just thought... I thought he was wrong."

"Dad," Reader said, making him look up. She lightly shook her head. "I tried to tell you. Why wouldn't you listen?"

He shook his head and sighed. "I was angry. Not at you, at him. I wanted to blame him for everything, not that I blame you. This isn't your fault."

"Sure it is," she said, then shrugged. "But I shouldn't be so surprised. We were having-"

"I don't want to know the details," Daniel said, putting his hand up. "I beg you, spare me the details of... that part of all this. All I want to know is whether or not you love him."

He'd heard her tell Hawk as much, but he needed to have this conversation with her.

"I do," she told him, a small smile gracing her lips. "I love him."

"Then that's good enough for me," he told her.

He moved closer to her and gave her a hug. She returned it and breathed in his scent mixed with the night air. She held onto him for a long time and Daniel didn't care. He stayed there as long as she wanted him to, kissing her head and telling her the same thing he told Hawk.

"You two don't have to do this alone," he told her. He rubbed her back as she nodded gently. "Your mother and I, we're going to do everything we can to help you through this. We love you."

"I know," she sighed. She pulled out of the hug and looked at him. "I'm sorry I hid this from you."

She looked down at her belly and put hand to it sweetly, holding it gently. He watched her for a moment before shaking his head.

"It's okay, sweetheart."

Then her phone buzzed and she checked it. "Oh."

"What is it?" he asked softly.

She looked up at him. "Eli's parents want to meet me... He told them about us and the baby."

He put hand on her shoulder. "We'll be there if you want us to be."

She smiled and nodded gently. "That would be nice."

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M*A*S*H goes to Pride

In 1970, the world's first Pride march was held in New York City. Virtually all of our MASH friends would have lived long enough to see or to attend that first march. Which of them would have gone (assuming them to be in New York City in June 1970)? And would they have gone as ally or because they were LGBTQ? Maxwell Q. Klinger Of course. This is the most easiest answer of them all. Klinger would have dressed up to go. He would have accessorized. He would have checked with the organisers, designed multiple placards for the occasion, distributed them at the start, and walked the march in heels, a lovely dress, and a huge smile. Ally or LGBTQ? Klinger would have let you guess. Sherman T. Potter This is almost as easy to answer. Potter would have dressed up smartly and got Mildred or someone to make him a placard that said PROUD OF MY GAY GRANDSON (or LESBIAN GRANDDAUGHTER - maybe Cheryl Pershing Potter, whom we heard about in S04E14 ) and he would walk the route holding the placard high and his back military-straight, looking dead serious all the way. He would have been startled at the number of tearful handshakes and requests for hugs he got. Ally or LGBTQ? Ally. Charles Emerson Winchester III I am afraid this is the next-easiest answer: Winchester would not have gone. Not as an ally, and definitely not as a gay or bi man. As an ally, he'd have donated money to the cause, and if LGBTQ, he'd have made sure it was anonymous. Ally or LGBTQ? Wouldn't matter. Margaret Houlihan As an ally, she'd go. As a lesbian, I think she'd stay home, afraid of being outed and fired. Sorry. I'd like to think otherwise, but I think Margaret would be braver about standing up for others than she would for herself. As a straight woman, she'd march for lesbian nurses kicked out of the army whom she knew to be good nurses and good officers. Ally or LGBTQ? Ally.

Frank Burns Would never go and would spit venom at those who did. Never an ally. Could be he's gay, but I doubt it. Ally or LGBTQ? Neither.

Sidney Freedman Wouldn't go but would wish very much he could. Still active as a psychoanalyst, Sidney decides it is more important for him to be a gay and LGBTQ-friendly practicing analyst, providing psychiatric care without condemnation, than it is to march for Pride. Ally or LGBTQ? Gay as a goose.

Radar O'Reilly Would go. Wouldn't think to make a placard in advance, but would scrounge cardboard and a marker-pen from somewhere and make one on the spot that said LOVE KINDNESS. Would be very happy to be in the middle of so many happy people, and when his gay best friend hugs him and thanks him for showing up he's all afluster because what else could he do? Ally or LGBTQ? Ally. Trapper John McIntyre Would go. Wouldn't carry a placard. Would keep an eye out for homophobes threatening marchers and appear, six foot three, in a looming kind of way, and inquire if the homophobe doesn't have somewhere else he'd rather be. Ally or LGBTQ? Either way - he'd be a daddy. BJ Hunnicutt Would definitely decide he wasn't going because who needs to make that kind of display, people should keep themselves to themselves, no one should be punished for loving but no one needs to go on a march for it, and then he'd show up anyway with a hastily-made placard that said SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW and get into a long conversation with some lesbian bikers about which is the best bike. Ally or LGBTQ? Ally. Though if he were gay, I fear he'd really do the same as lesbian Margaret Houlihan - stay home. Francis Mulcahy Would decide he should go, after much prayer and thought. Would carry a carefully-made placard saying REPEAL THE DEUTERONOMIC CODE. Would be mortally embarrassed all the way but desperately trying not to show it, especially when he got kissed in public. Ally or LGBTQ? Gay. Hawkeye Pierce Gleefully shows up, having been looking forward to going ever since he heard. Carries a placard whose message he has thought and rethought and rewritten at least a hundred times. It now says LOVE IS LOVE IS LOVE. Tries to catch the eye of every glaring homophobe they march passes in order to give them a big grin and a wave. Hugs everyone he recognises, especially Radar, and kisses Francis Mulcahy in public at the end of the march. Ally or LGBTQ? Flamboyant pansexual.

#lgbtq pride #after mash #Pride 1970 #Max Klinger #charles emerson winchester #margaret houlihan #sherman potter #frank burns #sidney freedman #radar o'reilly #trapper john mcintyre #bj hunnicutt #Francis Mulcahy #Hawkeye Pierce #mashposting #mash being surprisingly gay in 1970 #m*a*s*h 4077 #m*a*s*h

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not-so-allegiant-general · 4 months

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"Boy! Bring us wine" Lord yelled looking at Kylo and General with a smiled. Kylo grimaced.

"I thought you do not keep slaves any more"

"Oh we don't. It's my son. At least he can be of use like that. Not really skilful in fight" Hux almost bit off his tongue. Kylo looked at him in surprise feeling a wave of immediate hate. Lord grabbed wine from the tray.

"We don't drink." Hux said before Kylo could take a glass.

"Bring them something else."

"No. I am not going to be here longer that it's required. Are you decided on the price, or we should leave?"

"What's gotten into you General?'

Kylo wanted to know that too.

"I have rethought our deal. I have no intend to negotiate with a person who treats his family no better than slaves. " Lord laughed.

"I wasn't aware that First Order valued family that much." Kylo wasn't aware of that too. "Neither you, General Hux. Didn't you kill your own father? That's what i have heard."

" That's what they say?" He mused "well i guess some fathers deserves that, aren't they? Maybe we should check. Just a little experiment." He pulled out his blaster and offered it to the boy. Glasses fell to the ground and shattered. Lord quickly pulled out his own weapon but Kylo took it with the Force.

"Indulge us, my Lord" Ren smiled. Not really knowing what's going on. Man said something in unknown language but boy did not react. He took Hux's blaster and shoot immediately. For a moment everyone was motionless. The body of and old Lord slipped on the ground. Hux slowly took his blaster away observing the body. "Our negotiations are... Suspended. I think." Kylo said.

"Nonsense." Hux looked at the boy. "We will need a translator though. I don't thing our young Lord knows Basic well."

"Him? Does he even... It's a child Hux."

" He was old enough to kill then he is old enough to bear the consequences" he glanced at protocol droid "Translate. You will agree to our terms or everyone in this room will die."

They left with one of the best deals they have ever negotiated. Hux was weirdly silent for the whole flight and Kylo found himself unable to ask.

#kylux #armitage hux #kylo ren #general hux #star wars #star wars fanfiction

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dcwildwestfest · 2 months

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when I saw you all alone against the sky

By an_ardent_rain | @alulangel Art by nickelkeep | @nickelkeep

Coming to Ao3 on April 21st, 2024

Rated M | 20,000 words | No Archive Warnings Apply

Haunted by grief and a love unrealized, Dean Winchester leaves the bunker and his brother and sets off onto the open road. Moving aimlessly along the highways of the American west, he does his best to ignore the emptiness inside him, searching fruitlessly for something he’ll never find. But something is reaching out into his dreams, and the bleak, beautiful landscape he’s been photographing his whole trip has one more thing to show him.

[Keep reading for a sneak preview!]

When Dean finally forced himself out of the car, the sun had long set. The night was dark, no light anywhere. He was completely alone.

He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the fresh, lonely air, then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. All that crying had gummed up his lashes, and his eyes felt raw and sandy. He sniffed and rubbed at his right eye with the heel of his hand. It had to have been hours since he’d eaten anything, the last thing he could remember having was that sandwich at the drive-thru for breakfast. It hadn’t been quite that long since he’d had something to drink, but his mouth was dry and gritty and his head was sore. A feeling that he was pretty sure was something close to dehydration left his body tired and heavy. He opened the rear driver’s side door to grab a beer from the cooler in the back seat before he stopped, rethought it. Instead, he crawled in and reached up to grab one of the loose bottles of water from the passenger seat. Should probably put a few of those in the cooler, too, he thought. Maybe he would tomorrow.

He’d been sitting there long enough that the engine had cooled, and he slid up onto Baby’s hood. Slowly he drank his water and stared up at the vast expanse of sky.

It was almost lonelier than the empty land below it, thinking of all those stars up there, with so much space between them. Dean wanted a beer. The biggest problem with a road trip this long, with driving so much, was how much time it meant he had to spend sober.

“Fuck,” he whispered to himself, leaning back and resting his head on his hand. That aching feeling was uncoiling again, unwrapping the barbed wire from around his heart. It always hurt, but at least when he didn’t think about it, when he didn’t let those feelings free, he could mostly ignore it. Times like these, there was no staunching the flow; all he could do was let it bleed.

“Cas,” he said, letting the name loose in the cool night air. No one could hear him. Not the grass beneath Baby’s wheels, not the wind, not even the stars. “Cas,” he said again, a little louder. He let out a long, slow breath and then a low whine, his jaw clenching and his eyes squeezing shut. “Cas… Sweetheart…” He blinked up at the sky. “I miss you so goddamn much. I miss you. Why’d you leave me, you son of a bitch. Why’d you have to leave.”

#dwwf #deancas wild west fest #supernatural #spn #destiel #deancas #fic promo #dwwf 2024

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vickyvicarious · 9 months

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He is only a wreck of himself, and he does not remember anything that has happened to him for a long time past. At least, he wants me to believe so, and I shall never ask. He has had some terrible shock, and I fear it might tax his poor brain if he were to try to recall it. Sister Agatha, who is a good creature and a born nurse, tells me that he raved of dreadful things whilst he was off his head. I wanted her to tell me what they were; but she would only cross herself, and say she would never tell; that the ravings of the sick were the secrets of God, and that if a nurse through her vocation should hear them, she should respect her trust. She is a sweet, good soul, and the next day, when she saw I was troubled, she opened up the subject again, and after saying that she could never mention what my poor dear raved about,

Mina is so incredibly curious about what happened to Jonathan. And of course that makes sense, but I think it's worth emphasizing given what else happens in this entry. Even though she is determined not to make Jonathan relive his experiences by asking him directly (remember, she was warned against doing so in Sister Agatha's letter), Mina wants badly to know. Enough that Sister Agatha feels the need to broach the subject again despite her own reservations (she's way vaguer now than she was in the letter; I wonder if Jonathan had gotten more explicit about his experiences since then or if she has rethought her letter since she might worry it would scare Mina off or something). Mina even seems to suspect that Jonathan does remember, at least some of what happened if not all of it. And I'm inclined to think that's true - he may not remember anything concrete, or not much concrete that he also can fully believe isn't madness, but I don't think it's all a blank slate for him. This is reinforced by what happens with his notebook:

I saw that amongst them was his note-book, and was going to ask him to let me look at it—for I knew then that I might find some clue to his trouble—but I suppose he must have seen my wish in my eyes, for he sent me over to the window, saying he wanted to be quite alone for a moment. Then he called me back, and when I came he had his hand over the note-book, and he said to me very solemnly:—

Jonathan notices Mina wanting to read his journal, and he sends her away, almost as though he has to carefully consider what to do next, or possibly feels a need to hide it from even her. This context, of Mina being visibly very curious, and of Jonathan's first impulse being for privacy, makes me love the following scenes even more. Jonathan sitting with his hand over his journal - maybe he was trying to work up the courage to read it himself, and couldn't bring himself to do so. Maybe he was fighting an urge to keep it hidden and protected from everyone, especially when they are obviously eager to read it. I kind of think it might be both.

But that makes his choice to give Mina the journal and trust her with its contents even better. Because he can tell just how badly she wants to know, and he still believes that she will be willing to join him in ignorance. He is willing to trust her to read it regardless, and gives her permission despite possible instincts/memories urging him to keep it secret. He gives her the opportunity to satiate her curiosity, and trusts that she won't burden him with the knowledge he cannot face. And Mina, in return, chooses to give up on her desire to know. No matter how strong it is, she seals the journal shut with her wedding ring and promises him she won't open it unless there is a need. Both she and Jonathan meet in the middle, extending trust in the other and making something of a sacrifice in the process. I think it must have been very difficult to do, for both of them - and at the same time, not so difficult at all, because their love for one another takes precedence over all else.

I also kind of love that this is the first time Mina isn't burdened with a secret she has to carry alone. She's been loaded down with them since arriving in Whitby, and this journal could have become another. But because Jonathan let her choose what to do, she was able to choose not to know for certain. She joins him in ignorance, rather than being isolated in knowledge once again. And while she is still going to be responsible for a lot of things (Jonathan will need lots of help throughout his recovery), she doesn't have to decide whether he was insane or not, she doesn't have to take action about anything that happened to him in the past. I suppose you could say she has the responsibility to read it/let him know should 'some solemn duty' make it necessary, but I feel like the ability to read the journal later makes it more a helpful resource should things get bad than another weight (emotionally speaking).

#dracula daily #jonmina #mina murray #jonathan harker

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dat-bruv-person · 1 year

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𓆩♡𓆪 preparing for Christmas with them!

a/n: this is part of the #fluffvember2022 event that I was tagged in, my first one actually, so I hope you guys enjoy and check out the other works of the authors! Happy Fluffvember! @maehemthemisfit , here is the fic.

gn!reader, poc!reader friendly <3

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Lisa puts bells on her hat to make it look suitable for the festive season and decorates the library for Christmas. Miss Librarian here also puts away the purple and replaces is with a not so modest red dress all the way from 20th December till Jesus's b-day. Stockings, fishnets: she likes to switch it up. She knows you like to make time to see her, so she when she sees you coming she quickly hangs up the mistletoe above the door where you come in. Whether that gets you flustered or not is up to you, but a makeout session beneath the doorway shall be had nonetheless. After her library closes, you can bet that you two are having hot chocolate next to the fireplace and Christmas tree.

Ayato doesn't celebrate Christmas, so the Kamisato estate isn't decorated for the occasion. Who do you think they are? Commoners? Well no, obviously, but there is a tree in Lord Kamisato's office! Just a small one! You help him decorate it: it's going to have tiny baubles and tinsel to lighten up the mood, even just a little bit. Ayato wants to explore the holiday with you, so he's open to any suggestions like drinking hot chocolate together or watching movies. If you guys do try it, tell me how it went.

Ah, Lady Guuji of the Grand Narukami Shrine. She's very interested in this mortal holiday, and spending it with you this year shall be even more exciting! Whether you're a fantastical being like her or Ei, or you're regular human as mentioned, it doesn't matter. She's going to have lots of fun with you. Yae Miko insists on decorating the Shrine with you, but it's more like her watching you do it whilst you flex your body to get in the nooks and crannies. Trust me, she's enjoying the view. If you beg her enough, she'll give in to your whining and wear baubles instead of her usual earrings. You can't tell anyone though, it's your little secret. Christmas cuddles are a must. Contrary to popular belief, she's very cuddly and possessive. Sure, she likes to tease you, but she's nice! She's also your's.

Zhongli goes Christmas shopping with you in November. He's seen the rush, and the fights, and the deals. He's not going through that. Yes, you'll have to pay more and you guys will look weird but that's okay. You guys will have the last laugh when you see the many Liyueans groan in realisation. Like Ayato and Yae Miko, he's never celebrated this holiday, but since this is his first year living as a human, he has to fit in. Your husband/boyfriend/fiancé makes different teas for you to taste test. Cinnamon tea, peppermint tea, pumpkin spice. You name it, he attempts to make it. Soon, your stuffed with tea and can't drink anymore! Oh well, a movie marathon can help you digest all of that.

Yelan doesn't see the significance of this holiday. Yeah... excuse her, she's a bit insensitive about this. That doesn't mean she doesn't care, she'll take a look at your wishlist and buy every single thing on that list. You add something later? That's fine. 💸 money noises. 💸 You take something off there? 💸 refund noises. 💸 She's not the most affectionate, nor the best with words, but she is trying her best to show you that she loves you. Otherwise, why would she be with you in the first place? Anyway, I should probably mention that she's a secret sucker for Christmas rom-coms. I mean, two idiots beat around the bush and eventually fall in love with a festive theme. What more could you want??

Xiao doesn't see the point. Why do so many people on this list not celebrate Christmas or any kind of holiday??? Should've rethought who I was writing for. But!! But. Hear me out. You make him cinnamon almond tofu. Oh my goodness, hand in marriage right now. Or better. You join him in being a Yaksha and have your wedding over the graves of the dead Yakshas to make it seem like they're your guests. He would love you forever and ever and ever. Also: you guys have snowball fights for every day that it snows. Keep him from eating the snow though, okay? Xiao probably has no sense of self-control when it comes to snow. Put a santa hat on him and you really are done! He has so much fun though, he'll ask every day of December if it's Christmas yet and doesn't sleep on Christmas Eve at all.

Childe + baking gingerbread since he is a ginger = perfection. You, him and Tuecer soooo make cookies for Santa, or in this case Ded Moroz. Search him up, he's cool. Carrots for the reindeer and milk for the jolly fat man in the sky, you guys are all set. Sleepovers! Basically, you guys prepare for Christmas with his family. Instead of actually sleeping, you guys may be sharing soft kisses under the blankets of the pillow fort, but they don't need to know that... Childe is really grateful to have you, you make everything so much fun! Decorating the tree with him is a blast, and you've got yourself a fan when you put the star on the tree without being lifted up <- Tuecer is the fan by the way.

Miss Shenhe is clueless with the concept of holidays itself: you've got to give her the best time ever. First, you two get some matching sweaters - that's the bare minimum. She seems to like matching with you, protectively holding your arm in the fear of you leaving her and matching with someone else. Don't worry babes, [name] wouldn't leave you like that. You can stop being jealous now. You need to take her to the Christmas markets! She's going to be so bewildered, walking around being offered sweets and crackers and goodies! She feels... normal. Accepted. Shenhe has already deemed Christmas her favourite season. Pick out trees with her, take it back to her abode and decorate it with the many pinecone and candy canes and tinsel you found. She offers to put tinsel around your neck and- oh? Is that a smile coming from our crane on the wind? Aww <3

Kazuha knows what this holiday is, he used to celebrate it with Tomo when they were both in Inazuma together. But now he has you. That's all he needs. He's so cheeky! Throwing snowballs at you and pretending he doesn't know what you're talking about? The nerve! This is war. You guys just walk hand in hand along the path with pine trees, shaping snow into tiny ornaments and putting them on the trees, only for them to fall down and you both laugh. You guys take in stray cats and sneak them on board Beidou's ship. She doesn't mind, but she thinks 10 cats is more than enough. The ship itself is full of life, and Kazuha definitely seems to know a lot of Christmas folk tales. The lights are amber, carols are being sung. This is how your prepare for Christmas.

Once again, thank you for letting me participate in this event, and if there are any other events then hit me up you know?

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Roarin' 20s (One-shot)

I had this song stuck in my head and it gave me an idea for a fic. It's a one shot, so it's not gonna be, like, great. 😂

Summary: It's been a long while since Gregor even had time for leave. After returning to the battle once he recovered from his amnesia and injuries, he was allowed 2 weeks leave. Gregor finds himself on Coruscant and decides to check out 79s. That's when he sees a familiar face among a few of the 501st.

Characters: Gregor, Fives, Echo, Rex, Wolffe, Kix, Headphones (OC), brief mention of Hunter Bad batch.

Warnings: None. Just fluff.

Note: My OC is a clone experiment with a different donor and DNA. She's in NO WAY related to the Clones in the grand army of the republic. Okay? ok.

Tags: @the-lore-mistress @lifeofroos @clonelovr

.The din of music and boisterous conversation met Gregor's ears as he stepped into the bar. The atmosphere was definitely a shift from the battle field, instead of blaster fire and explosions, there was the clinking of glasses and the laughter of his brethren. As his memories started coming back, apparently he came here once or twice to celebrate his victories.

"Whoops! Eheh, sorry!" he said as a pair of twi'lekk ladies bumped into him as they hurried towards the dance floor. He didn't know why, but this environment made him anxious, a feeling which should have been preposterous considering the things he had encountered, which were nothing at all like this.Perhaps it was the loud music or the unfamiliar feeling of wearing civi clothes, but he was feeling uncharacteristically out of place. The neon lights and smell of alcohol and food gave his senses a bit of a jolt as he ran his hand through his hair, taking a deep breath to steady himself, he made his way towards a seat at the bar, sliding himself onto the seat. As he did, one of the bartenders, a redheaded young lady with striking green eyes and a pleasant smile, greeted him and asked what he wanted. Gregor flashed her his best charming smile, and just requested a shot of the best the place had to offer. She nodded and slid a shot glass towards him, before grabbing a bottle filled with a glowing magenta liquid and poured it into the glass. When she did, a wave of a fruity aroma wafted towards him from the glass. Gregor tentatively picked up the shot glass and lifted it towards his nose, sniffing the contents. "Huh. Not bad." he said to himself before placing the rim of the glass to his parted lips, and tilting his head back, knocking back the shot. He immediately started coughing as the syrupy, sickly sweet drink made it's way down his throat. Once he regained his composure, he rethought his decision and requested a thing of ale. Simple and certainly not as expensive. As he sat there, he looked around, taking in the place. He watched as a crowd had gathered around a table, cheering and wagering as two clone officers in grey uniforms competed in an intense arm wrestling competition. The competition ended when the clone with a heart tattooed on his wrist slammed down his opponent's hand, winning triumphantly. His victory was met with exclamations and miffed curses of defeat as bets were lost. Gregor chuckled into his cup at the sight. At least these guys knew how to still have fun. Something Gregor was slowly relearning.

Gregor was thinking about calling it a night, when the doors to the bar flung open and everyone started cheering and applauding. From what Gregor could gather, from what the crowd was cheering to what he heard from the bartenders as they spoke to one another, the 501st had secured yet another victory for the Republic. Another major base was taken back and a city liberated. Gregor smiled with pride, more than happy to hear that all hope was not lost.

He was about to finish his drink when he heard a familiar voice call out, "A round of drinks for everyone!!!" followed by even more cheering and excited hollering. Gregor's heart missed a beat as he gasped, causing him to choke on his ale. Once he regained composure, he looked up with a shocked, almost baffled look on his face. "Zaria?!"

It had been a rough mission, but luckily the boys and I pulled it off. Had it not been for Fives' split second improvising, we'd all have been vaporized. But thankfully it worked out and it was another victory added to our three year streak. To celebrate, we decided to spend our first night off at, naturally, 79s. The familiar sounds and chaos helped me relax. Thankfully everyone was loud enough that I could hear everyone through my headset without having to turn the comm on. As soon as we stepped foot into the bar, our arrival was met with a warm welcome and grateful civilians, and proud brethren. The unmistakable blue and white armor was almost always met with joy and pride.

However, I was mostly recognized for being a regular to the bar. I may have on armor, but most saw my black armor had no idea how to react. They were used to seeing clones, all the same. While I was a clone, I wasn't one of *them*. I was an oddity, a curiosity, a mystery. Or just a small lady with black hair and a pair of headphones almost always on my head. Heck, the boys called me "Headphones" affectionately due to having to have these things on. All part of the Kaminoan-experiment-gone-wrong gig.

After I made my gracious offer to buy the entire place a round of drinks, I headed towards the latrine to fix myself up a bit.

When I entered the ladies room, those who were in it took one look at me, giggled, said something in a language I was not familiar with, and left. Once alone, I sighed and gripped the edge of one of the sinks. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw my exhausted reflection, dark circles under my dark eyes, and a fresh gash splitting my right eyebrow. Kix did his best to stitch it up, but it still looked bad and hurt like a bitch.

I turned on the water and cupped by hand under the cold, crisp water, humming to the music that was playing outside. I splashed my face, feeling the cool water calm my shot nerves. I winced as water soaked the gauze covering my wound and I hissed. I quickly grabbed the bandanna I had tied around my neck. I snorted when I remembered who I stole it from. The red fabric was warm in my hands and the small white skull on it grinned back at me, privy to my prank. It had already been a month and a half since I saw that elite squad Commander Cody had me work with, but the man with the tattooed face was definitely someone I would not forget. I smirked as I used that bandanna to dry my face and tie my hair back. With a deep breath, I walked out, unaware that I was in for a surprise.

"Wolffe, I'll pay you thirty credits if you finally ask Headphones to dance!" Fives was determined to win this bet. Sixty credits were on the line and he needed the money. Commander Wolffe regarded Fives with a cold glare, a look made a hundred times colder with his cyber-kinetic eye, the silver-white iris and pupil keeping the ARC trooper glued to his spot. "I told you, I'm not going to do that. I don't dance and I just want to enjoy my drink and cards in peace." he snarled, already a little buzzed after his third ale. Captain Rex, who was at the table, playing cards with Wolffe, chuckled. "Thirty credits is a generous offer, especially coming from Fives." Fives made a mock gasping sound, placing his hand against his chest as if offended. "Captain! How could you?? You know well I'm very generous!"

"Oh yeah? Where's the fourth credits you still owe me? You lost that last bet about three months ago and I haven't seen a crumb of payment from you," Rex said before taking a swig of his drink.

"You know what, fine. Fine! I still think that was a coincidence, but fair is fair." Fives handed Rex the credits. "Consider my debt paid in full." he said. When he looked up and spotted Headphones, Fives grabbed Wolffe's shoulders and shook him a bit, pointing frantically. "Here she comes!! Come on, man!" Wolffe made a sound that could only be described as growling before putting his cards face down on the table and fishing through his pocket and practically chuckled a handful of credits at Fives. "Kriffing hell, here!! Go! Leave me alone! Consider you bet won! Now can you leave me in peace?!" Fives pocketed the credits and gave Wolffe and Rex a playful salute. "Nice doing business with you gents!" he said before heading off to no doubt pester Echo and buy him a drink or two.

Gregor waded through the crowd, looking around frantically for the source of that familiar voice, one he had been positive he'd never hear again. Then, just as he was nearing the dance floor, someone ran into him, earning an "oof!" from him. He looked down and his brown eyes widened as a familiar young lady started apologizing. "I'm so sorry!! I didn't see you the-" the words on her tongue died instantly as she looked up at him, her own eyes growing wide as moons in shock. "It....no..." she stammered out. Gregor blinked and nodded. "Yep. It is."

Before he could react, Zaria wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him tightly. Gregor giggled. "Sweetheart, you're crushing my ribs! I need those!" he said, his voice cracking a little, a little side effect from the injuries he sustained.

Without warning, she let him go, got on her tippy toes, reached up, and cupped his face in her hands and bring his face down to meet hers, squishing his face in the process. "WHERE.HAVE.YOU.BEEN?!" she said sternly, sounding almost angry. He didn't blame her since he had been missing for who knows how long. "Eem showwy. Shith goff coflicathed." Gregor managed to say while his face was being squished. Zaria stared into his eyes for a good long while, as if trying to read his soul, before her own eyes flooded with tears. She let go of his face and hugged him again. "I thought you were....." she couldn't finish the sentence as a hiccuped sob escaped her. She buried her face in his chest and he silently thanked the stars for his decision to wear civilian clothes rather than his hard and battered armor. He placed his hand on the top of her head. "It's alright, sweet girl. I couldn't break my promise, now could I?"

He gently placed his hands on her shoulders as she released him, wiping her tears away. She sniffled and let out a little laugh. "What promise?" "I believe I owe you a dance?" As if planned, Zaria's favorite song started to play and she looked up at the speakers in shock. From the other side of the bar, a clone in ARC trooper gear and a slick beard, winked at Zaria. "You're welcome, Headphones!!!" he called out while another clone with a blue hand print of his breastplate carefully took the cup from his brother's hand.

Zaria waved at them before grabbing Gregor's hand and tugging him towards the dance floor. "Oy!!" he exclaimed before giggling and he was practically dragged to the dance floor.

Wolffe had lost the card game to Rex (again) so he decided to call it a night. He was about to leave when he noticed a crowd gathered on the dance floor, hyping up someone. He looked around and saw Headphones dancing with a clone dressed in black civilian clothes. Wolffe watched for a brief second before paying his and Rex's tab and leaving 79s.

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