#just thinking about how sad and sopping fucking wet he was for the entirety of the episode

[lululeighsworld]

These waters. They're so cold.

You said you understood.

But none know what this is like.

Why can't I see their faces?

It's too cold. I'll drown!

They took them. Those monsters took--

There is no one like me.

[sometimeinjoon]

Greedy

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Jin touched you with such carefulness it could only be translated as guilt. That he has been so selfish to ask you to stay as long as you have when both of you knew it would hurt you.

Yet, he loved you with such fiery intensity it could only mean death, and that he was every synonym of sincere. Loving Jin was chaos, but it was good chaos. An evil you rejoice in partaking in. You loved him. Loved him with such intensity it literally burns you skin and runs your mouth dry. You will evaporate when he kisses you but he still dances his lips around yours dangerously close. Because Seokjin had always been reckless. Seokjin had always contested what was set.

Seokjin will always be reckless. If it meant staying with you just a little bit longer.

Tonight, he’s at the far end of the couch, just looking at you. Relishing in the way your skin glowed in the light of the TV. Relishing in the way your eyes always looked so glassy. Relishing in you. The you he had never been able to touch the way he wanted to.

He’s careful when he reaches out for your hand, and it startles you when your skin touches, but it’s a burn you’re familiar with. The touch is nothing damaging, just discomfort that no longer causes panic. Over time, you’ve realized this connnection is okay. Feather light caresses and brushes. You’ve settled for this, but there’s a distance between you that you’ve always wanted to close. On some days, you want to hug him. At whatever expense.

Thinking about doing these things, these normal things, tugs at a place that had been tormented for a long while now. Your lower lip quivers, but you don’t want to show him that. You try to mask whatever pain begins to fall down on you before the dam breaks and Jin finds out what you’re actually feeling.

Shortly after you started biting your lip to quit it from shaking, it begins to rain outside and Jin wants to scream. At you. At what you are.

And he doesn’t mean your entirety. Because he’s absolutely in love with you. Absolutely in love with every crevice, every curve, every part he has seen, every part he has touched, every part that he hasn’t. You are the love of his life. The one person that has tamed the demons in his blood. The one person that makes them want to dress up for dinner. The one person that he found has tamed him. Wild old Seokjin, hasty old Seokjin. Gone. Now he’s careful. Purposeful.

But you, the unfortunate thing you are.

A child of rain, somehow destined to be in love with a prince of fire.

“What are you feeling?” he has the guts to ask. Horrible. Absolutely horrible. You were going to flood the world with the sudden downpour.

“Just sad,” you lie and he nods like he buys it. It’s not like he can help.

It’s Jin’s turn to show what he’s feeling, as his cheeks flush a bright pink in almost an instant. The way he was looking at you made you assume that he’s sad about the same thing too, but actually, he’s furious at this point. Furious at the distance you can never seem to overcome. At this. The sight of you an arm’s length away and that being that. You being an arm’s length away. Always being a little too far away.

Jin takes one good look at the window behind you and begins to lean in. Your skin starts to hiss but you don’t pull away.

“Just once. I want to feel this just once.”

Jin had always been selfish. He knew that. And Jin had been every single variation of selfish there is. Avaricious, when he had wanted to hoard riches at the dawn of his earthly life. Narcissistic, when he had been obsessed with himself once his ego ballooned a while back. Covetous, when he had looked at your previous lovers with disdain and had wanted you as his own. Although tonight, he’s plain greedy. Wanting more than what is needed. Because there never needed to be anything more than the subtle touches. It was enough for a long while. He knew you loved him, and that he loved you. It was enough.

But who was he kidding? It was never enough. It couldn’t have been. Not with the intensity the flame inside his heart burned at. Not with the way you looked at him like it wasn’t enough for you too.

Truth be told, this wasn’t going to hurt him. And without any hesitation, had he been in front of someone else entirely, he would have kissed them until they were dry. Fucked them until they were vapor. He’d done it so many times before. Being children of rain, you were reborn with precipitation, dropped off onto the earth in the eye of a storm. Albeit a clean slate, no memories, no traces of death, but at least alive once more. You cannot extinguish princes of fire. That’s why he’d always been so bold, so rash. He was virtually invincible.

Though, he couldn’t bring himself to just ease his pain and longing because it meant losing you. And losing you, if he were honest, was not losing much. You haven’t done much. You haven’t done anything at all. Whatever intimacy was just a brief moment, ended with a flinch, a scowl, a cry of pain. One time he kissed your cheek and you cried, but you were smiling. It was murdering you in the sweetest way possible, and you weren’t being given a lot. Death by love should be fiery, ferocious, hungry. Insane passion, breathlessness, sent off with a kiss before disappearing into the air. But this, this was underwhelming, and it wasn’t fair. Never hugged. Never walked hand in hand. Never kissed.

Until this moment.

His lips were scorching hot, but you took it. You took it to the best of your ability. You toughed it out because you were sure his lips felt like everything people felt when they felt love. It hurt but it was a good hurt. Because it was hurt you’ve always wished for. Hurt you would endure, again and again and again.

The storm brewing outside intensifies, claps of thunder coming up every once in a while. When Jin pulled away, you were crying. There was something so graceful about how your tears flowed down your face, and it was sadistic of him to think that it was.

“Just once,” Jin tries to console you. “I promise it was just once.”

“You make it sound so sweet when you lie to me.”

“I promise.”

“You’re in love with me, right?”

Jin nods, without reluctance, without missing a second.

“Good,” is all you say, before you grab him by the collar and kiss him even harder than he’s kissed you.

There’s a sizzling sound barely audible in the room because your hearts beat in your ears the loudest they’ve ever had. The room starts to cloud with steam and Jin wants to pull away, he really does, but he doesn’t want to stop the fireworks in his stomach.

You both pull apart for breath and Jin takes a look around at the mess he was creating, the mess he was turning you into, and his head drops to his hands. There’s no way around this. No way around loving someone like you.

“At least make me the one you remember, Jin.”

“What do you mean?”

“When I evaporate, I don’t want the thoughts about me in your head to go disappear with me.”

“I would never—“

“You should.”

And he does. He rips his shirt off of his body and comes back in to kiss you. Comes back in to savor in this moment because it’s not going to happen again. He’s always haste, always not cautious when it comes to sex, but when it came to you, he was godly in his restraint. To make whatever tentative sliver of your skin he could touch without hurting you stretch, last until he’s just about sure he’s sent every part of you back to the sky in the longest amount of time possible.

His kisses are hot, slow, with a delicious burn when he goes down your neck, to the hem of your shirt. He pulls it down for a second before he’s tugging it off of your chest. He’s taking him time. Because there is no time. Once he rushes, it’s gone too soon.

You both knew you would be gone too soon no matter how long you draw this out.  

Before he takes off your pants he asks you to wait a second and he leaves. Leaves for about 5 minutes before he’s back in the living room, sopping wet and smiling like the idiot he is.

“Come.”

You follow.

He leads you out into the rain, into the deck that’s looking gaudy illuminated with the garden lights. The pool water sways, a little overflowing at the sides. The hum of the rain was silent. Jin thanked his lucky stars it hasn’t stopped quite yet. In his head you were no longer upset, and you weren’t, but another rain child might be close by having a rough time. He apologizes to whoever it may be for taking advantage of his/her distress.

The rain cools your skin like a carbonated drink after a long time of being thirsty. The rain splashes onto you and you glow in the moonlight. Jin lets you be for a short while, basking in your beauty under the water. He doesn’t think this would work, but he’s content with just trying. Contact in the bath tub has never worked and it left you both upset and wet, exhausted at times on your end if you’ve tried real hard not to burn yourself. But seeing you under the rain gives him hope. Maybe this was the way around it?

You look back at him and read his mind.

Easing into the Jacuzzi at the far end of the pool, you hungrily wait for him to make his way to you. Water travels down his torso and it makes your head light. This just seems too good to be true. You settle on the tiled seat, exhilarated.

The kisses that followed were borderline angry. Kisses of lovers deprived. And Jin was warm. Comfortably warm, where it should be freezing and uncomfortably cold. You’re lucky your neighbors were far away enough to not hear what was about to go down tonight, and far down enough for them not to see anything either.

Jin strips you slowly and you’re surprised that he hasn’t torn off your clothes yet seeing that it’s okay for him to. He just smiles and says you deserve to be taken slowly. He’s rushed so many others but for you, he’s going to take his sweet sweet time.

He strokes himself a few times once you’re both fully naked and he’s convinced that he’s kissed every part of your skin there is. His other hand is on your center, preparing you for the stretch, or the heat, he’s not sure. He pushes a finger inside you and warmth pools at the base of your pussy where he’s entered. You push upwards, surprised, and his eyes only get filled with even more lust. He places his thumb over your clit and starts a steady rhythm, his middle finger hitting the right place inside you every single time. He puts a second finger in and he swears he’s going to cum from just the sight of you intoxicated with only his fingers.

He pulls out a little too soon and eases down. You feel his tip on your entrance and he’s rock hard. He’s deprived, you have to remind yourself. He’s used to sex. To fooling around. To rushing. But now he’s trying to prove something. Something he’s proven the first time he could have fucked you but he didn’t. He’s saying that he actually does love you. That he’s not going to wreck you for the sake of his own satisfaction.

He pushes forward and he’s halfway in by the time your mind snaps out of euphoria and back into what was actually happening. He’s so warm, so hard, so much all at once. And for him, the cool sensation on his dick once he goes inside of you is shocking, but good. He’s used to the girls he fucks literally vaporizing in front of his eyes but you, you’re here. You’re feeling good and you’re wet and slick.

He moves at a steady pace and with the way his head is thrown back, he’s in ecstasy too. He tries to hold himself, but sooner than you expected, he’s picking up his pace, chasing after the high he’s been wanting since he first realized what he actually felt about you. Water sloshes around you and the rain falls down harder as you begin to come closer to your orgasm.

Jin leans down to kiss you.

“I love you.”

Before you can answer, he cums inside you. He’s grunting and moaning and he’s cum so much from such a short time of stimulation. He tickles at your clit and you orgasm shortly after he did as well.

The rain stops almost immediately once you finish.

“How can we incorporate rain inside the home? I was really hoping to fuck you on the kitchen counter.”

“We’ll figure that out later.”

“No, I want to fuck tonight.”

And that was Jin. Selfish, reckless Jin. Thoughtful, purposeful, but also still very, very greedy. Not like he ever denied it.

[mydarlingvioletine]

‘Just a Puppy Crush’ - Chapter Six

Ship(s): Violet/Clementine Media: The Walking Dead (Season 4)

          Clementine’s name snapped her out of her thoughts. She looked up at Brody, who was smiling down at the journal in her hands. Violet had moved back to her original position, sitting stiffly with her eyes on the trophy case. 

So, she blacked out for the entirety of Violet’s origin story. She was having a bone thrown at her to learn more about the mysteriously cool blonde to the left of her, but she dropped the ball.

         Real good detective work, Clementine.

She knew bits and pieces. That her dad was a drunk and that she barely spent time with her mom because she worked a bunch of jobs. To pay for her husband’s very expensive habit. That Violet had a “someone” in her past, named Minerva. Louis brought her up once, but dropped it because Violet was visibly upset. That was the last she’d heard about her.

       “‘A girl and her brother arrived here the other day. Her father got a teaching opportunity here, so they moved across the country. Mr. Everett’s cool. He’s a good teacher. His wife is really nice, too. I went in for pre-session and met her. She brought in coffee and an omelette for Mr. Everett, and told me that she had a daughter around my age. Clementine. She warned me she was a little grizzly, but had a big heart and could use a friend right now.’“

“Carley..” Clem scoffed to herself, pinching the top of her nose with a mix of frustration and adoration. “Did she pay you to talk to me too?”

        Brody giggled, shaking her head and flipping the page. 

“‘I met Clementine today. She’s a sweetheart. A little bit standoff-ish, but really kind. We passed notes during math class, and she doodled flowers on the bottom of my classwork.’“ Brody held out the journal, finger on a scrap of paper with a couple detailed flowers, taped to the page. “‘She’s talented, really really talented. She’s even better at realistic stuff.’“

      Clementine’s smile dropped in an instant, noticeable to Violet and Louis. Brody, oblivious, kept reading, skipping a couple pages ahead.

“‘I didn’t mean to do it. I don’t have heavy footsteps, I just walk quietly on instinct.’” Brody’s eyes flickered towards Clementine, who nodded, biting down on her thumb. “’I saw her drawing in a sketchbook, and leaned over her shoulder to look at it. It was so, so realistic. It didn’t even take a full glance for me to realize who it was of. I told her it was really good, but she was embarrassed, and got mad at me for sneaking up on her. She made me promise not to te-’”

         “-Um, have you guys seen Captain Marvel? Carley works at the police station and she was able to snag an illegal version of it.” Clementine interrupted loudly, quickly rising to her feet. Brody took the hint, and clasped the notebook shut, upset with herself that she’d almost broken her promise.

“No, yeah, let’s watch it.” Brody stammered, shoving her diary back into her bag so it couldn’t hurt anyone else. Louis and Violet exchanged a worried look, as Clementine rounded the corner and darted up the stairs.

        She couldn’t find the movie. Carley had lost it or dropped it somewhere, and she had to go back to them empty-handed. Stalling, she took solace in James’ presence, standing beside him to help with the dishes.

They had a routine that dated back to when Clementine first got here. Clementine washed, James dried. AJ usually spot-checked, but he’d gone to sleep hours ago. They both worked in silence, both wracked with nerves and concern. 

       “James?” Clem broke the silence, soaping up the inside of a glass. 

“You okay?” James asked, setting the bowl down to look at his younger sister, her face struck with something sad that anybody other than her family would have missed. 

      Clementine cleared her throat, scrubbing the frosting off of the cake-covered plate. “I’m good. I just.. good.”

James nodded, not wanting to push her past her point of comfort. He took the plate from her hands, rinsing it off as her focus set on the window, vines from the garden flowing down the side of her house like her own curly hair.

     “You have no idea how good it is to see you,” Clementine breathed out, swiftly wrapping her arms around her brother, burying her face into his college sweatshirt.

James returned the hug, resting his chin on his little sister’s head. “Back atcha, kid. I really missed you.” Clementine stepped away from her brother, her eyebrows shooting up as she heard Louis singing off-key from downstairs. “I’ll be here all break, you know. C’mon, don’t miss out on your own birthday.”

        Clementine pursed her lips, and let out a hearty sigh. “Hey, James?”

“What’s up, Clem?”

“You don’t have to answer. It’s kinda dumb, but... I’m just curious. Were you sure Charlie liked you when you asked him out?” Clementine whispered, resting her elbows on the kitchen counter.

         A soft smile crept over James’ lips, and he softly shook his head. He turned towards her, and held out his pinky. “Promise you won’t tell Mom.”

Clementine nodded, wrapping her pinky finger around his. They shook on it, and James pressed his back against the kitchen counter, hands gripping the railing as he started recollecting.

     “I didn’t know, Clem. All I knew was that I was tired of carrying it on my back and just wanted it out there. And with the help of my good friend, Mr. Alcohol, I was able to say ‘fuck it’ and just go for it.” James smirked, sternness crossing his face after a couple seconds. “Don’t take this as advice. I also took a whole bite out of a pumpkin that night.”

Clem giggled, her stress lifting into nothingness as she laughed. “You’re telling me, James Abbott, honor student, class president, star of the lacrosse team and salutatorian, drunkenly asked a guy out and took a bite of a pumpkin, all in one night. Illegally, might I add.”

     James playfully shushed her, slinging his arm around the little sister he cared so much for. “Why are you asking, exactly?”

Clementine’s shoulders stiffened, and her cheeks turned pink in an instant. “No reason in particular.”

             “It’s Violet, isn’t it?”

Clementine grabbed a spoon out of the sink, and pointed it threateningly towards him. “Shut your fucking mouth.”

       James looked down at the adorable, rosy-cheeked kid who he’d made an internal oath to do anything for, the day he met her. The day of Lee and Carley’s wedding, she dropped her hat into the lake, and he jumped in without thinking, completely ruining his suit. 

He didn’t care though; Clementine’s relief and smile as she put the sopping wet hat back on her head was reward enough.

       “Honestly, Clem, it’s almost impossible to know for sure. Even if you were 100% sure your feelings were reciprocated, it’s human to be nervous and unsure. But..” He paused, pursing his lips together in thought. “You won’t know if you don’t act on your feelings. I think you’ll be okay, Clementine.”

Clem huffed as James pulled her into a side-hug, crossing her arms tightly across herself. “Thanks, weirdo.”

         “No problem, weirdo.” James paused for a second, then grabbed at his backpack, strewing the contents across the kitchen table. He gave a short “aha!” before cupping his treasured picture of him and Charlie in his hand, leaning it towards Clementine so she could see. “The risk is worth it.”

With a solemn nod, Clem started back down the stairs, opening the door to the lounge room. Louis was on top of the coffee table, holding a hairbrush as if it were a microphone, screaming the lyrics to American Boy by Estelle. Clem internally thanked whatever was out there that the soundproofing was good in this room.

        He wasn’t alone though. Brody was laying across the couch, holding her phone high as the music played. Her eyes landed on Violet, who took Louis’ hand and allowed herself to be twirled around the table. She was singing too, though it was almost impossible to hear over Louis.

Louis’ eyes landed on Clementine, and he stopped in his tracks. Violet didn’t get the memo though, swaying happily, a water bottle in her hand being her choice of a make-shift microphone.

“Like the way he’s speakin’, his confidence is peakin’ Don’t like his baggy jeans but I might like what’s undernea- SHIT”

Violet clasped her hands over her mouth, wide eyes on Clementine, who she’d just noticed was standing in the doorway. Brody quickly struggled to pause the music, and Louis stepped down from the coffee table. 

    “Uh, so you mentioned karaoke earlier but you left, and Brody has a karaoke app on her phone so we just... uh,” Violet stammered, crossing her arms tightly across her chest.

Clementine rolled her eyes, grabbing the hairbrush from Louis’ hands. “You were really singing an Estelle song without me? In my house? On my birthday?”

      “Uh... happy birthday?” Louis squeaked, ducking just in time to dodge a pillow Clem flung at him. She cleared her throat, and climbed onto the coffee table with Violet’s help.

“Brody, if you will,” Clem stretched her arms over her head. Brody happily hit the play button again, and Clementine jumped in right in time for the chorus.

          “Take me on a trip, I’d like to go someday”

Clementine reached down for Violet’s hand, and twirled her as she sang. Taken aback, Violet’s movements were stiff and cautious. It didn’t take long before she melted into the rhythm, singing along, her voice hardly over a whisper.

          “Take me to New York, I’d love to see LA”

Clementine hopped down from the table, the floor shaking beneath her impact. Her grip on Violet’s wrist, she slung her free arm across Violet’s shoulder, dropping the hairbrush to the floor.

           “I really want to come kick it with you”

Violet took in a deep breath, cautiously placing her hand on Clementine’s shoulder. An encouraging smile from Clem was all she needed to calm her nerves, her volume almost matching Clementine’s. 

           “You’ll be my American boy”

They fit well together. Violet’s slight rasp and gravelly voice complimented Clem’s smooth, silvery tone in an intimate way. Violet’s breath tickled her nose, reminding Clementine of how close they were. Inches away from Violet’s face, she pondered how easy it would be to just press their lips together. She knew she couldn’t, though.

               “La, la la, la la eya~”

Fuck it. Clem’s hands found their way to the small of Violet’s back, and she took a prominent step forward, dipping the flustered blonde as far as she could, given her prosthetic.

        Brody and Louis were clapping and hollering at the performance. Clementine pulled Violet back to her feet, and dropped her hands back to her sides. With a lopsided smile, she turned towards her friends and bowed. Oblivious to the breathless Violet behind her, Clem grabbed her water bottle off the table and took a huge gulp.

Once the song petered out, Violet set foot back in reality. Eyes wide and lips parted, she let go of the breath she’d been holding in when Clementine placed her hands on her back. Holy shit.

     The confidence that struck Clementine disappeared as quickly as it entered her life, leaving her stunned. The spark that hit her when she took Violet’s hand was still sizzling through her nerves, her stomach warm and full of butterflies.

She turned on her heel to say something, anything to Violet, but she had disappeared.