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Retribution

Umeko's life revolves around three important things: her grandmother, her cat Ima, and avenging her father's murder. Forming lifelong bonds and even battling gods was never part of the plan, nor was falling in love.

Kamoshida Part 3

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(*)

Umeko frowned as she stared at the group chat with Ren and Ryuji. Ryuji still wouldn’t give up on talking to people and was now dragging Ann and Shiho into it.

Carefully, she hid her smartphone under the table as she typed out her response.

Umeko: Okay, first of all, Ann doesn’t have anything going on with Kamoshida. Those are just nasty rumours. Also, I doubt that Shiho will say anything. We should meet up at lunch in the courtyard, and I’ll tell you what we will do. I promised you this yesterday, remember? Change of heart?

Her phone blew up with messages, mostly from Ryuji asking why she was being so cryptic. Umeko replied that they would see.

(*)

Finally, it was lunchtime, and Umeko met up with the boys in the courtyard. She noticed Ryuji angrily punching a vending machine.

"Let me guess, your conversation with the volleyball team didn't go well," she said rhetorically.

The blond just grumbled in response.

"Okay, guys, it's time for a lesson in Phantom Thievery," Umeko began. She tried to explain, using simple and basic words, how Palaces manifest, why they exist, and how they have a core that serves as the foundation of it all: the twisted desire of the Palace ruler, the treasure, so to speak.

"Now, how do you create a change of heart? It’s simple. You steal the twisted desire, the core of the world. Without it, the person becomes good again and, in every case, cannot live with their crimes and will confess on their own."

"F-For real?" Ryuji shouted, astonished. "Just like that?"

Umeko nodded. "Papa and I have made a few changes of hearts, and it has always worked."

Ren crossed his arms thoughtfully. "But how does one steal twisted desires?"

"We send a calling card," Umeko explained. "We write something about how we will come for the twisted desire and force them to confess all their crimes. The core should then take the form of the object that caused the person to become evil in the first place. Once we take it, the Palace vanishes, and poof, we have a confessing villain."

"That sounds too good to be true," Ren mumbled.

Before Umeko could elaborate further, a voice yelled formally, "Because it is! It's not that simple!"

The three teenagers looked surprised at the black cat that had jumped between them.

"Did that cat just talk?!", Umeko wondered, baffled.

"I finally found you guys!", the cat yelled again. "How dare you leave me at Kamoshida’s Palace after I helped you?!"

"You guys are hearing this too?", Ryuji asked, unsure.

The other two nodded.

"Is that the cat who helped you in the castle? Now he really looks like a cat and not a chibi," Umeko said, a bit in awe.

She had never seen anything like this.

"I'm NOT a cat!", the cat hissed. "And my name is Morgana!"

"But why do you look like one?", Ryuji asked.

"How should I know?!" Morgana shot back.

"Okay, okay, how you came to the real world is more important. But I doubt you have a phone with the Meta-Vers-Nav.," Umeko guessed.

Morgana responded formally arrogant: "When you reach my level, you don't need it."

That explanation didn't clarify anything.

Just then, they heard a teacher and a student searching for Morgana.

It was clear they needed to talk somewhere more private.

Ryuji picked up the cat, and Morgana was tucked into Ren's bag.

Once they reached the rooftop, they literally let the cat out of the bag.

"Don't be so rough with me!", howled Morgana.

"Sorry Morgana, now why did you interrupt me before?", asked Umeko with crossed arms.

Morgana stared at her with his pretty blue eyes.

"You were gonna tell them if we mess this up, with stealing Kamoshida's treasure, he will die?"

"Die?!", shouted Ryuji shocked.

"I don't wanna kill somebody.", mumbled Ren.

"Me too, dude."

Annoyed Umeko turned to them.

"He will not die, I promise. I did this enough times to know what to do. Okay, Papa was with me, but I know the process well enough. I am a born Phantom Thief, it's in my blood, you just have to trust me.", told Umeko passionately.

It would make for a dramatic scene in a movie, with the wind twirling around her, and her standing upright and proud if the three males didn't stare at her, dumbfounded.

Umeko sweatdropped.

Then she groans.

"Alright, I see you two have to think this through. Tell me tomorrow your decision. Because with or without you, I will begin infiltrating Kamoshida Palace to find his treasure and then send a calling card."

Saying what she had to say, she left the rooftop, ignoring the slight pain of rejection in her heart.

(*)

The next day at school, there was something in the air.

Call it her Phantom-Thief Instinct, but Umeko felt that something terrible was about to happen.

She craved a cigarette to calm her nerves, but instead, she had to get through Ushimaru-sensei's lesson.

Nervously, she played with her pen and suddenly noticed Morgana popping up from underneath Ren's desk.

"Have you made up your mind?" whispered the cat. "No matter how much you think about it, there’s only one option. You’d be better off just listening to me."

Umeko wondered if the cat had tried to convince the boys to do the change of heart after she left.

It certainly seemed that way.

Ren hushed Morgana, but Ushimaru had already overheard him and wondered if the rumoured cat was truly present.

Everything suddenly went wrong.

One of the male students noticed someone on the rooftop, and a female student screamed that someone was about to jump.

Like everyone else, Umeko jumped from her seat and rushed to the windows to look outside.

Oh no.

OH NO!

It was Shiho!

She really jumped!

Everyone screamed, but nobody was as loud as Ann.

The blond beauty didn’t hesitate; she dashed out to the courtyard where Shiho had landed.

Ren and Umeko followed closely behind her.

Tears welled up in Umeko's eyes.

Not Shiho!

Not the good, kind, and always-smiling Shiho!

Why?

Why would she do this?

A deep pain burned in Umeko’s heart.

If she felt this way, Ann must be feeling even worse.

Umeko and Ren met Ryuji halfway, and together, they sprinted toward the courtyard.

An ambulance had already arrived, loading the critically injured but still alive Shiho onto a stretcher.

Ann knelt beside her, crying uncontrollably.

Umeko could only cover her mouth with her hands, struggling to hold back her own tears, while Ryuji shouted at the crowd of people taking videos and photos.

With her last force, Shiho whispered something to Ann. Umeko didn't hear what but heard clearly how Ann gasped Kamoshida.

Kamoshida...?

No, a terrible feeling takes place in Umeko's body.

The ambulance drives off with a fainted Shiho and a crying Ann.

The terrible feeling turned into a hot rage!

Like she was furry herself Umeko raced up to the PE faculty office on the second floor.

She didn't waste any time and stormed in.

"You bastard! You raped her didn't you?!", she yelled.

Ren and Ryuji enter behind her with Mishima.

Calmy Kamoshida turned in his desk chair to look at the four.

"What are you talking about?", he said calmly.

Ryuji kicks a chair over in rage.

"Don't play dumb with us?!"

"You fucking disgusting piece of shit rapist!", added Umeko, ready to throw hands, but felt how an arm wrapped around her middle.

She looked up.

Ren held her in place and shook his head.

"Don't give him a reason.", he told her.

"That is enough!", declared Kamoshida and wanted to shoo them out, when Mishima broke down.

He finally admitted to the physical abuse.

But Kamoshida had all the cards in his hand it seemed.

They had already got a call from the hospital, Shiho was in a coma, and she couldn't testify against him.

Then this disgusting excuse of a human being told the four they would be all expelled, he would bring it up at the next board meeting.

Now Ryuji wanted to attack him, but again Ren stopped it.

How he could hold her and Ryuji in one place was impressive.

"You still fear for his life?!", she hissed at them. "Or are you ready to take him down!"

She saw in the two boys' eyes how they were now on her side.

(*)

After they left, under Kamoshida's sickling laugh, the PE office the three were back in the little courtyard with the vending machine.

Morgana was already waiting for them.

"So I guess the guys made up their mind?", asked the cat.

"I have. Someone almost died because of him! I don’t give a rat’s ass what happens to him anymore!", growled Ryuji.

"And you?"

Ren agreed with Ryuji.

So Morgana turnend to Umeko.

"I explained to them yesterday anything about the change of heart, but you said you have done already a few. You should lead us in this operation."

"Don't worry I will. We first need to find the treasure and mark an infiltration route. This done, we send the calling card and steal the treasure, but we only have a time limit of one day. Calling cards have only so long an effect on persons. So we better be prepared for anything and sure when we do it.", explained Umeko.

Ryuji made a fist.

"Hell yeah, so shall we go after school?"

"The earlier the better.", agreed Umeko. "Palaces can be full of traps and we only have time till the next board meeting. It could take us days to map out the castle."

This was understandable, so the three humans and a cat met up at the little alleyway after school ended and entered the Meta-Vers.

Before Umeko, now Bonnie, could start with her next lesson in Phantom Thievery, they noted how they had another guest with them.

Ann had followed them and demanded help against Kamoshida.

(Even if she was totally confused why all had changed clothes and the school was now a castle.)

Bonnie made a face as Ren and Ryuji brought her back into reality. She understood Ann, but without a Persona she couldn't help them.

After the boys with her help and Morgana choose their codenames, since what is a Phantom Thief without a secret identity, the inflatration could begin.

Well almost.

"Here.", said Bonnie and handed Joker, Skull and Mona, a little personal bag. "I prepared them just in case."

"Oh what's inside?", asked Mona curious.

"Medicine for TP and SP, some lockpicks, a few smoke bombs, if we have to make a quick exit and a little device you can put on your wrist and have so a Grappling Hook."

"Wow, you thought about anything!"

"Awesome thanks, Bonnie!", grinned Skull.

Joker gave her a little smile.

"That was really thoughtful of you."

"I can't have you dying on me.", she joked, before she opened her bag where the weapons were. "Feel free to pick something. My Papa liked to collect different weapons, I am sure you will find something to your liking."

Indeed the three guys found weapons that suited them and again thanked her.

Then the four face the Palace.

"Okay, guys, let's go!"

(*)

The awakening of a Persona was always a spectacle.

Carmen, the fiery and legendary temptress from the opera, suited Ann well.

It may have been reckless for Ann to return to the castle alone, but they needed a fifth Persona user like her.

More manpower was always beneficial.

Since Ann had just awakened her powers, it was best for them to retire for the day.

They stopped at the station to grab a drink and discuss their next steps. Ann was determined to make Kamoshida confess his crimes—both for Shiho and for everyone who had suffered under him.

The others welcomed her with open arms, and they exchanged contact information.

Ren got the honour of keeping Morgana with him.

Tomorrow, they would truly infiltrate the Palace.

Umeko still had enough supplies to create a bag for Ann and a whip that would surely suit her.

With this out of the way, they said goodbye for now to each other and everyone took their train home.

(*)

It was nighttime, and Umeko could finally smoke.

Her cat sat on her lap, enjoying the pats, while she exhaled smoke out of the window.

Umeko wondered what her father would say about how she had found four other Persona Users.

He would probably be worried.

They were, without a doubt, the next generation destined to save the world.

Her father and his team had taken down a demon.

Would they end up fist-fighting a god?

She hated that she couldn’t ask him!

Why did he have to die?

Tears streamed down her face, which she wiped away aggressively. Before they took Kamoshida’s treasure, she wanted to squeeze any information out of him about the Black Mask.

Any little lead could help her with her quest for revenge.

Sighing, she stubbed out her cigarette and looked up at the night sky. There was also the lingering problem with the Velvet Room; she hadn’t heard anything from Igor or Lavanza, and Ren hadn’t opened a new door to that mystical place.

Something wasn’t right, but what could Umeko do for now?

Her focus had to be on taking down Kamoshida and avoiding expulsion. She would worry about the other issues later.

Yawning, she picked up Ima, and both cat and owner fell asleep in Umeko’s cosy bed.

(*)

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luesmainblog · 10 months ago

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a few things that i don't remember, but do know to be true: the TSA didn't used to be a thing. it was actually proposed as a temporary measure. we were supposed to get rid of it when the threat died down. 49 used to be the older age of congressionals. when my dad was growing up, it was very normal for your state representatives to change every so often; it's very strange to him how OLD they all are, and how they've more or less kept their seats that whole time. a few things i DIRECTLY remember from growing up: seasons were pretty standard and true to media. in michigan you would get snow around thanksgiving, MAYBE halloween, and that would continue on past january. valentines day might have snow or it might not. summer was hot, but it was "run around in a tank top and throw water balloons at eachother" hot, not "lie infront of the air conditioner and try not to die" hot. michigan is not supposed to get all that hot in the summer. "men and women aren't actually very different biologically, and the differences we do see are due to societal influence, not nature" was one of the baseline feminist points. you did not have feminism without that belief at your core.

people used to be happy when a vaccine came out and had basically no worries about them. if you're wondering what changed, you have disgraced ex-doctor and lying conman Andrew Wakefield to thank.

a single game for the nintendo DS used to be about 40-60 bucks depending on the IP and year, and it would come absolutely packed with content; there was no patching it, so major ips had a HUGE focus on quality control. pokemon black and white are so well-coded that there literally are not any gen V glitch pokemon. it used to be fully understood that if a piece of media was licensed to another piece of media, that was how it would be forever. when "fly my to the moon" as added to the ADV dub of evangelion, not a single person working on it would EVER have expected it to be taken off of later dvd releases. chatbots used to be goofy little robots who weren't very good at conversations, didn't use a small county's worth of power and water, and everybody knew instinctively that they couldn't be used for serious purposes like customer service or legal advice. anyone who thought otherwise would be told they were a long way off from that, if not outright laughed at. it used to be absolutely drilled into your head that you do not give your real name, real face, age, sex, location, or race on the internet. you were to be as anonymous as possible, or the axe murderers and child molesters would know where to find you. most people weren't allowed on the internet without supervision until they were at least 10, and the internet was considered an Adult space unless you were specifically on a children's website; it was common for kids to lie about their age and do their best to follow the social rules so that nobody found them out. you DID NOT MEET UP WITH SOMEONE YOU MET ON THE INTERNET, not unless several responsibilities on both sides were aware. "you can't ship x because they hate eachother/it's abusive/it's illegal/it's really gross" used to get you laughed out of the chatroom. any suggesting that it make YOU a bad person was rightfully equated to "violent video games will make you a school shooter" or "pokemon will make you a satanist", which were real things that people actually tried to argue.

we used to mainly use our desktop computers to access the internet. i've been stuck on a phone only several times in my life; if you basically JUST use your phone, it does not surprise me at all that you're frustrated all the time. it legitimately sucks. mobile games weren't always chock full of ads.

talking about mental health problems, financial concerns, and medical problems used to be considered extremely embarassing and something you avoided whenever possible. this is a positive change; it's become a lot easier to admit you need help, because frankly, there are very few people nowadays who don't. it's not perfect, but it is better.

teenagers used to be very offended that adults thought they shouldn't be allowed to read about certain subjects, or the suggestion that they're children and should be treated as such. it genuinely scares me how many teens just blindly accept that idea now.

there used to be a lot of asexual communities with their own little bits of culture. we'd talk about cake and dragons a lot. and then they got absolutely HOUNDED by "a stands for ally" "ace people are just straight people trying to be special" "queer is a slur" assholes. if you weren't there, it's REALLY hard to describe just how damaging this cyberbullying campaign was.

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survivor-trinidad-and-tobago · 2 years ago

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Episode 11: "Jack holds all the power in this vote. Jack. God help us all."—eman

In this round: Kaleigh wins Wordle; Zee immediately re-finds her idol; Tony and Michael are left at tribal council without votes; Kaleigh steals Eman's 1/2 of the Guac is Extra vote they shared with Alex; Michael is Public Enemy #1 for destroying the seven alliance; Zee is somehow playing from the bottom in an alliance of 5 people out of the remaining 9; and the Core 4 alliance loses a member when Colin is sent home

Champ

Phone on 3% so this is short and sweet, um yeah Michael you went from goat to actually making a move! Congrats!!!!! Just upset it was at Kolby’s expense… #justiceforkolby #IWillComeForYouMichael

Jack

Michael

Oooooh boyyyyyy we pulled it off, it's fun to actually do a survivor thing. This vote isn't going to be as simple as we think, I'm sure that the other side is organize a vote against me. If I go out now I'm happy that I made a successful move instead of riding to the end of the game on someone else's ingenuity and success.

Colin

i've been on such a HIGH since last tribal. holy shit I can't believe that worked.

god bless Michael. he really made that move and it's HIS to claim, I don't wanna take it away from him. but I feel like Kaleigh, Alex, Michael, and I collaborated so well and everything went PERFECTLY.

we FLUSHED ZEE'S IDOL and then GOT RID OF KOLBY. I had a suspicion that Zee did have an idol so I'm glad I was right and we got rid of it. I just hope she doens't have any more.

the current plan is to pull in Jack and vote out Eman. it's gonna be a lil difficult because Jack did approach us last round to work with us, but we didn't know how much we could trust him. he ended up actually being honest, but then showing his whole ass by being the ONLY vote for Eman. it's nice to know that he was being honest, but now I hope he's willing to continue to work with us now.

the plan is to vote Eman and use an extra vote just as a safeguard in case Jack doesn't trust us now. the scary part is that I have no idea who the other side is voting, so if Eman gets idoled, or if they have any extra votes, we have no idea who they're targeting. we now have TWO IDOLS to spare but I don't wanna waste them and potentially still be wrong. it's a toughie!

Alex

What a fucking wild 48 hours. Jack flipping??? WHAT? That wasn't the move I necessarily wanted to make but it's the move I trusted could successfully happen. I wanted to trust Jack so badly but I just wasn't sure. Going from not talking game at all to hey here's the entire plan they had?? It felt too good to be true! And I told him that when we talked post-tribal so hopefully he'll still trust me/us going forward. But also again maybe that's what you can get when you talk real world with someome and not just game. I do genuinely really like Jack! He's fun and has a fully different energy he's bringing to the game. Plus he's the only person from the other half who even attempted to talk to me today so I kind of hate we did that to him. But if Astyn hadn't stolen Michael's vote I feel like we could have actually taken out Eman. But now we've got the Core 4 + Jack MAYBE? Jack's gonna get to be a swing vote now and he still knows Champ IRL (something neither of them know Kaleigh and I know) and I could see Kolby sending me a disadvantage, so we'll see what happens next. That vote genuinely was not personal. But if Kolby was refusing to talk to me because either Eman, Zee, or Champ made him think I flipped and he didn't feel like even trying to verify, I'm not complaining we got him out. Was my voting message a little villainous? Yeah. But also he thought I was a villain so hey why not lean into it?

I FEEL LIKE I STILL HAVE SO MUCH MORE TO TALK ABOUT. We got Zee to burn her idol when they were trying to do that to us which is amaaaazing. I don't remember who pointed out that if we stole Zee's vote she'd probably play her idol (Michael?) but fucking GENIUS. I still wonder if Eman has the Maracas idol (which is also why I was nervous about Jack's plan) but at least now Zee maybe doesn't? Unless she immediately found the merge idol. IDK! I should have gone to the water well tonight! ALSO, I got votes! And Champ straight up lied to me about "having me". Giiirl. AND I still have to choose who I think will win next challenge AND could still maybe do the beware advantage that Kaleigh got. Idk. I actually feel like I have options in this game again after last tribal but again I don't want to be too optimistic. No one from the other 4 have reached out and I don't expect them to other than maybe Eman so our majority feels tenuous at best rn. But hey, made it another day, and I'll take that. I'm just glad I got to not game tonight and actually feel fully present with my friends I'm out camping with.

I should have pushed for splitting the votes on Eman and Kolby and said it was worth the risk of going home to have Jack fully trust us. I should have used my Gamble Advantage on Kaleigh like I initially planned to. I think I'm gonna transfer it to Kaleigh because hindsight is feeling Not Great tonight. We'll see what tomorrow brings.

Eman

I'm not complaining. I'm not. This is great. I just have one question.

HOW THE HELL AM I STILL ALIVE?

I mean, I would've voted me out by this point.

That said, I'm also more determined than ever to win, so there's that.

I am also trying to figure out whomst I can really trust. And it might boil down to Champ and Zee--in that order.

Unless I can figure out what the hell happened b/t Michael & Tony. I mean . . . did Michael make the move independent of Tony or is there more going on there. Cuz I'm not gonna get played for a fool.

I'm loyal to those I'm loyal to, but if you fuck me, I'm gonna fuck you harder.

After whinging about the *hard* parts of the game for the past few days, I have to drop a bit of a paean, and why I keep coming back, and it's the friendships

A breathless Skype call with Champ last night that moved from the game to a multitude of other topics, a chat with Zee this morning where we talked again about the game and then about anything but.

Jack DMing me last night to apologize and say we'd still be friends IRL (and the funny thing is I *do* take his betrayal less personally than I have so many others in past games.

I'm sad about Kolby--wish I coulda been on the call to say goodbye.

So, yeah, that's what keeps me coming back; it's the friendships.

After all, it's not like we're playing for real money - but as I learned in Girl Scouts, friendship is more precious than gold.

Just realized Jack holds all the power in this vote.

Jack.

God help us all.

Tony

The final 9! Didn’t think I was gonna make it this far tbh. I’m learning now that people don’t perceive me as a threat and perhaps see me at the bottom of the tribe. I have been working pretty closely with Champ and Eman, but I also want to work with Michael to the end. I’m obviously conflicted on the situation! I’m gonna keep my votes neutral for now, but I’m obviously gonna have to make a flip sooner or later

Kaleigh

WELL I HAVE IMMUNITYYYY thanks to alex tossing his extra 10% gamble advantage thing on me. i also found an idol with alex’s help and told him about it - the notification of getting the idol said “this cannot be stolen from you” which … makes it sound like it can’t be stolen from me…. but trinica clarified after i told alex and colin that it CAN be stolen from me j not randomly - like.. knowledge is power would work but someone couldn’t just grab it outta my… virtual pockets LMFAOOO OKAAAYY. so. anyway. i told colin and alex so they know about the idol. i think i’m playing knowledge is power to steal eman’s half of their shared extra vote w alex tonight just as insurance for in case jack decides to vote with champ/zee/tony/eman.

alex transferred his challenge gamble whatever adv to me cuz he’s scared he’s going home and i’m like bro if ur going home take my money so u can send me advantages in purgatory LMFAOOO so i sent him my $60 but also we have an idol? TWO idols cuz colin has one. but would they target alex AGAIN? god fuck idk. i think michael must be the decoy vote cuz jack said zee said she wants michael out. i don’t like how there’s no like community activity to potentially repair awkward betrayals or w/e. like group challenges before were chill we all hopped on a call and got to chat a lil. now it’s like… there’s literally several ppl who havent spoken to me in DAAAAYSSS. and it’s just a bummer! oh well.

i still havent told anyone about my steal a vote. but michael/colin/alex know about knowledge is power and colin/alex know about idol. i’m also thinking more about like when it’s down to SEVEN and SIX and FIVE… if i’m even still here lol but like… i feel good w colin and alex right now and colin said he wants us as final 3 which makes me nervous but like.. I WOULD BE FUCKING GOOD WITH THAT IF I COULD RLY TRUST IT. like i would legit love to stay loyal to the two of them and get us all 3 to the end of the game. but maybe i feel that way bc i’d potentially win if we all 3 were at the end? altho probably not cuz i think colin and alex’s social games are actually sm better than mine LOLLL IDEK god. i bought a survivor pack of cigarettes and it’s gone now and i miss it. i might go buy more cigarettes LOL it’s my only vice!!!!! this game is driving me mad!

anyway the vote tonight is we’re putting all our shit on eman and hoping they dont have an idol or w/e. cuz i think eman being gone will maybeeeee free up tony and potentially even champ to work with us. altho i rly dont think tony likes me LMAO gotta be careful!!! god. i know i’m not going home tonight cuz i won immunity but i’m not any less nervous than i was last tribal. i have to get my work done before this shit pops off i only have two hours!

Zee

Ok so last tribal was absolutely wild. I got asked a question about Jury Management and tbh I don’t exactly know how to Jury manage so I answered honestly about it. Colin however, decided that he wanted to chime in on this subject during his answer to HIS tribal council question. He said something along the lines of “when Zee was talking about how she didn’t know how to Jury manage, I think that’s the most honest thing she’s said this entire game.” Which is quite honestly rude, and kinda BS at the same time. Have I told a couple small lies, yes, this is true. But in general I’ve been honest about it all, when I say that things have been massively dead or that nobody is talking to me, it’s because that’s what’s been happening. If I don’t want someone to know something, I’m not going to lie about it, I’m just not going to say it. Which I guess I can hear the argument “oh lying by omission is still lying” but at the same time, my tribemates are not the confessional box, and they’re not a diary to whom I’m supposed to tell everything to. You can’t make everyone on the Jury happy, it’s nearly impossible. Sometimes, people are left out of the vote. For the Raffy vote, the people I didn’t tell were the people who appeared closest to him from an outside perspective. Not even about friendships outside the game, within the game the people who appeared closest to Raffy were Astyn, Colin, Alex, Steven, and Kaleigh. Colin and Astyn had been in an alliance with Raffy pre-merge according to Colin, and so it seemed like, at least after the saving people challenge, like they were still close. Steven and Colin also kept saving each other, and Alex was mostly speculation, but it just appeared that he could be working with Raffy. Sometimes you just get vibes from people. I genuinely was going to apologize to Kaleigh after, however from nearly all of them I was only met with passive aggressive messages, and votes. I seem to be target number one, especially with Michael stealing my vote. I’m playing from the bottom currently, but I guess that’s just another notch to my crazy game.

If we’re going to talk about jury management, let’s talk about the treatment of the three left out, after those tribals. First off, I never got a straight apology from most of them. Colin gave a pretty decent apology but it still wasn’t great. I apologized and gave my reasoning for the Raffy vote MULTIPLE TIMES. I did get a shit ton of passive aggressive comments though, so how would that make me, as a jury member, feel? Additionally, ignoring me all day the day of the wordle challenge(which i didn’t do great at but then again I’m also not good at regular wordle, so) and most of the day today before tribal, it’s just kind of lame. To be fair, Colin spoke to me a little, but it honestly seems like an attempt at jury management after lashing out. Alex and Kaleigh have said a total of z-z-z-zerooooo. But look, Colin isn’t afraid to poison the jury, and neither am I. However, I have a dilemma. This stems from the fact that I FUCKING FOUND ANOTHER IDOL. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK. I literally went down path 6 on the idol hunt, and since the merge I’ve only really gotten disadvantages, so I was like “oh this bitch about to be a -20% disadvantage, for sure.” But then Trinica was like “you found an immunity idol” and I was like ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS. Out loud, I said that out loud. Had a couple minutes of disbelief but when I wrote to the hosts I was composed, of course. Oh and I did send that reaction meme lol, that shit was pretty funny.

Eman messaged me and said that they want to get Colin or Michael. Haven’t heard from Champ, Jack, or Tony, but they all seem to be voting w/Eman, and Jack and Champ and I have our little alliance which, allegedly Jack will be loyal to it, but idk. It kind of seems like he’s the extra vote right now to either side, he’s honestly in a very good position. But here’s my thing. I have the dilemma of either using my idol and not getting any votes or not needing to again. OR, I run the risk of going to purgatory with my idol. Do I think I could win my way back from Purgatory? Yes, most likely I do. Champ and Jack allegedly are going to transfer me some of their money before tribal so if I go I can buy advantages or disadvantages and send them back into the game, so we’ll see what happens. Anyway, I’ll probably write more after tribal. I’m nervous and probably going home, so at least it’s not a blindside.

Tribal Council

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Votes:

Lost Votes: Tony, Michael

Alex: Eman (I’m sorry. This vote isn’t personal. I just think you’re playing a damn good game.)

Colin: Eman (I’m shaking in my boots)

Kaleigh: eman (<3 hope you slay purgatory & eat lots of ramen)

Champ: Colin (I know I’m gonna be on the bottom of this vote)

Zee: Colin (This is what people said to do, so it’s what I’m doing)

Eman: Colin (I dig you, boo, but I don’t trust you as far as I can throw you. Nothing personal.)

Jack: Colin (you’re a great player! Don’t be too bitter on jury)

Kaleigh’s Extra Vote: eman

Zee (Michael’s Stolen Vote): Colin

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soobberries · 2 years ago

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I want to hear your thoughts on something- ot5! voyeurism. Who do you think would be into it?

I cannot get this image out of my head: one member (bf? fwb? or maybe you're just a groupie(?)) sits behind you, his legs on top of yours to keep your legs wide open. He's got one arm around you to keep you pressed against him, while his free hand is busy stretching you out with his fingers as his four bandmates are stroking their cocks, focused on watching the way your cunt is slick, dripping with your arousal with lust-filled eyes.

One of them will prob whip out his phone and start filming to send it in the gc & rewatch later because they don't want to forget the pretty noises you make, both from your core and your lips, as well as how hot you look with a fucked out expression.

Ofc leads to a very messy sixsome. 👍

LMFAO I am soooo sorry abt the way I wrote this, I am very clearly not a smut writer, but I needed to get this out because my brain is having a meltdown 🥴🫠 accept my sincerest apologies 🤲

POHEW. Not a messy sixome >insert that thirsty emoji since I'm on my laptop and lazy to pull it out<

Please don't apologise for how you wrote this! I'm no true smut write myself so I can't say I'd do a better or worse job hehe~! Either way I'm just excited to share these ideas of course!

Hmm now let me think... I feel as though many of us are to an extent, voyeurs... I mean if you have to just think in simple terms of the consumption of porn and such. Plus if we want to give some level of validation to your scenario, we'd have to assume that they are all voyeurs, so let me discuss the scenario seperately to the general question of who I'd think is into it.

I also mentioned in a different ask that in theory someone can be really into something but in practice, not really. While I won't go into specifics like that other post, realistically, only one of them would be okay with true voyeurism...and i also don't know who it would be... Anyway being too realistic is boring so in a general sense, who's super into it?

I'd say resident weebs Soobin and Huening! Beomgyu closely after. The other two seem more possessive and while they'd be into watching you play with yourself, they don't seem to be into watching someone else play with you, get what I mean?

Now moving on, lets assign who's who in your lovely scenario hehe.

Idk my mind is so set on the person with their fingers being inside you being Taehyun lmao. We all know Taehyun is lowkey beefy so having his muscular arms and legs hold you down? sounds hot. Beomgyu is recording... It could be Kai but I just feel he'd be too focused on watching Taehyun's fingers slipping inside of you, mesmerised by how it seems to disappear so effortlessly, thinking about what it must feel like to have his own fingers inside.

I can't work out the logistics but I'd say it would make most sense to be fwb with Taehyun, and he openly shares your sexual escapades with the other members. And lets say you're friends with all of them to some extent or at least acquainted somehow... You at least have disgustingly obvious sexual tension with two of them (I'm betting on Kai and Beomgyu. Those two are just... intense.) Then of course after hearing about your sexual encounters on the occasion from Taehyun, as well as actually hearing you in the literal sense when Taehyun is fucking the living daylights outta you, the other two can't help but let their minds wonder on occasion. Perhaps one had a lewd dream about and the other secretly masturbated to your sounds one frustrating night lmao.

Either way Taehyun is definitely a little shit, enough to the extent that he'd bask in taunting the other members as well as you by playing with you in front of them.

It's easy to picture him dragging lets say Kai and Soobin (them being the most likely to take part in something like this without their pride getting in the way like Gyu and Yeonjun) to watch you since they were ever so curious. He'd ask you about the ordeal before, and ignoring the awkward glances and scoffs exchanged between you, Kai, and Soobin, unsure about what to do when actually faced with the situation, he'd order you to strip down and get on his lap.

Plus Taehyun manspread>>> ahem, anyway.

Once your situated on his lap, he pulls your legs apart, not really considering how embarrassing the whole thing would be for you, sticking his knees behind yours to secure the position, using his arms to pull you close to his chest, his lips trailing gentle kisses against your neck as he reaches down to rub circles on your clit.

Even if you were embarrassed, with the position and the way it feels to have him touch you, as well as the dazed stares of the other two, you'd be far too gone to really focus in on that feeling.

The other two, both with puzzled expressions, zoning in on your clit initially trying to get a grasp of everything, simultaneously being impressed by how well Taehyun knows your body as well as trying to explain why their pants suddenly feel so fucking tight. Taehyung would tighten one arm around your waist, leaving soft bites on your neck, and whispering all sorts of things to you "Are you extra wet because the others are watching?" "Feels like you're extra sensitive to my touch with an audience. He'd focus on you a lot more than the guys but he won't rule them out in that situation.

He'd probably call out their bulges and call them idiots if they don't plan to take this opportunity to touch themselves. Anyway I'm sure Kai is the first to pull his dick out, absolutely dazed by everything.

Then after some toying, Taehyun gets a second finger in no time,, starting to hit you're favourite spots, causing you to arch into him. Obviously hearing the ruckus the other two would get curious and even if they're taken aback by the site before them: Soobin and Kai touching themselves at the site of you crumbling against Taehyun's fingers, they'd simply lose sense of logic sooner or later, standing by the doorframe feeling themselves get turned on too.

Beomgyu, being first to pop out his camera, Yeonjun being the first to approach you directly kneeling down in front of you, ready to probably eat you out or at least ask Taehyun if he can put his fingers inside you, eager to see if he could also get you to make those same sounds you were just making.

Yeonjun's fingers and mouth busy themselves against you while Taehyun pulls you closer to him while he sucks on your neck and ruts his hips into your back, Beomgyu filming from the doorway as he rubs his bulge with his free hand. Once Soobin sees Yeonjun joining, he wills himself to move forward and attach his lips to your nipple and use his other hand to play with the other. Kai is the only one that remains dazed at the site, happily being satisfied without touching you for now.

I mean your senses at this point... how much will you truly process when there's already three men al up against you, making it their mission to just make you feel good.

it's putting a different meaning to tomorrow x together for sure...

Idk when it happens exactly but once you cum once, Taehyun for sure tells you to move so he can get rid of his pants, and when you stand this is the opportunity that Kai takes to simply come make out with you, maybe he'd take your hand and place it on his dick, hoping you'd help him. Yeonjun is experimenting with you still, basking in the way you squeeze around his fingers, and Soobin is in boob heaven so they're staying busy. Taehyun wouldn't hesitate to pull you back into his lap, shooing Yeonjun away so that he can fuck you like he wants to. Yeonjun doesn't even care much though, he's so fixated on your expressions instead, he may go help Beomgyu out if he's feeling fruity though idk... Beomgyu has been filming but he has to put the phone down at some point to focus purely on getting himself off... Then again when he sees what you look like with Taehyun's cock inside of you, he suddenly has this urge to also want to be inside of you...

Eh... I'm sure they figure out some way to take turns... He may opt to just shove his cock in your mouth though if the position allows for it.

Well as for the rest... I may have to consider actually becoming a smut writer and write the whole thing out hehe!

Thanks for sharing your lovely insights~!^^

#〘taro tea; ask box 〙#txt hard hours #〘pocky sticks; y.en speaking〙#tomorrow x together hard hours #tomorrow x together smut #txt smut #txt hard thoughts

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theneighborhoodwatch · 2 years ago

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that's odd - somehow you managed to reblog the first version of this post even after i already edited it?? normally i wouldn't make too much note of this, but i edited the post because i noticed One Big Glaring Inaccuracy on my part: the cross cufflinks don't actually come from the 2019 draft, but showed up some time around 2020 when welcome home was first being reworked before being scrapped when the website launched. probably not a big deal to anyone else, since it doesn't really change the core ideas discussed in this thread, but for accuracy's sake, here's the edited post.

i couldn't find any marlo phone concept art with 666, only 999 - but i still think it's interesting that they latched onto that number, given that Apparently, in numerology (aside from the Obvious potential significance of most repeating number sequences being referred to as "angel numbers") 999 is associated with completion, release, new beginnings, all that good stuff - your current situation is coming to an end, new opportunities will present themselves, and if you haven't let relinquished control over that situation? it's time to let go. of course, as with all pieces from 2020*, the jury's out on whether or not this actually means anything for welcome home.

(side note, i'm gonna be totally honest, and i'm not passing judgement on You when i say this, but since you reminded me: i really cannot stand the idea that sally's backstory is meant to parallel lucifer's fall lmao. i could see myself coming around to it if canon actually does lean more on it in the future, but right now it just feels so... i dunno, literal? corny? on the nose? it's giving creepypasta, and not in the good way.)

as for personal experience - i don't have much to say except Yeah. i didn't grow up in a super fundamentalist household; my mom has always been a very devout christian and signed me up for a lot of bible study groups when i was a kid, but she's also always been more comfortable practicing at home. BUT i did have a lot of friends who grew up in Very similar circumstances as what you described, and long story short i was not surprised to learn that most of them either went no contact after they moved out or ran away before they could.

i think i said something Very Similar regarding the neighbors a while back? i don't think their minds are being literally limited, but like. actually hang on let me get my notes:

i hesitate to compare any of the neighbors to children outright bc they Are all canonically adults. but i think they all have some degree of immaturity in their own way. their environment doesn’t seem to have given them much room or encouragement to grow for obvious reasons (something something status quo is god) and based on what we know so far it's just that wally seems to exhibit this the most.

y'know?

what i'm curious about is how home feels about all of this, if they are indeed meant to be an Embodiment of it all. you could argue, in this context, that the black maybe-mold is a sign that they are beginning to show their True, Monstrous Form - but as i've said many times in the past, i'm hesitant to cast home as any sort of pure villain. so if we instead take the black mold as a sign that they are sick, perhaps it's not a stretch of the imagination to say that they, too, suffer from this stagnation, or at least the neglect that has come with it? combined with wally being desperate to get some eyes back on home the town, i wonder what that could be saying... but i feel as though coming up with a single answer to that would be exceeding what we currently have to work with, which isn't much. i'll stop here, for brevity's sake.

*yes i'm aware that this audio was reuploaded in 2022, but the Original post/the art itself was made in 2020, iirc.

I've been thinking a lot about the houses, specifically how they might correlate with WH's theme of religion. The parts in the livestream trivia where Clown talked about the houses is really interesting, how Home is the only "alive" house but all the neighbors believe their houses are alive to some capacity. And the fact that the holidays are to celebrate their houses, where human holidays are usually to celebrate deities/religions.

The only thing on the website that still has this religious theme is the So Below page of Wally (possibly) worshipping Home. Perhaps Clown removed the cross cufflinks and Baphomet imagery so WH could be an allegory about religion instead of straight up about Christianity. The houses/Home could be metaphors for deities and the neighbors are their followers, even if their perception of religion and what it means is probably very different than humans'.

i was wondering why i had a hard time answering this message yesterday, and i think it's because i never really saw welcome home as a story about christianity or even religion as a whole, in either its current iteration or its earlier drafts. i think there is a very good chance that it's one aspect of welcome home, but... how do i say this.

when i see posts from clown talking about what he feels welcome home is about, i get the impression that at its core, welcome home is a story about alienation - from society, from one's environment, from one's peers, even from one's own self - and Specifically about alienation that comes as a result of changing (or at least desiring change) in an environment that upholds stagnation/the status quo/etc. as The Ideal. not Quite the same as but very similar to nostalgia poisoning, two peas in a pod. and i don't think it's a coincidence that this can also be lobbed as a criticism at the practices of Many christian denominations in the usa, a country in which christian hegemony is still very strongly felt in many aspects of daily life (let alone back when welcome home was airing in-universe or when its supposed creator, ronald dorelaine, was growing up.) i suspect that part of the reason the christian symbolism seems to have been reworked into something more subtle between welcome home's 2019 concept and what we have now is because:

A.) it would have been rather on the nose, even hokey, to have the world of welcome home (the in-universe show) be a textually christian one (or have the christian subtext be so strong that it might as well just be text) when you don't really Need welcome home to be a religious production to demonstrate the idea that art is shaped by the culture/society in which it exists and/or its creator(s) hail from.

B.) it was less ... nuanced? idk if that's the word i'm looking for, but - i do not think it is a coincidence that wally's old cross cufflinks were a holdover from his design for a draft in which he seemed to be much more overtly, Aggressively antagonistic in his status as the center of attention, and was pitted against a much more straightforwardly heroic character who was on more equal footing with the rest of the neighbors. i Suspect that if any of what i just said comes into play, then perhaps the current iteration of welcome home is the way it is because it leaves room to acknowledge that even people who are hurt by this upholding of stagnation as the ideal willingly perpetuate it anyway, for a number of reasons.

BUT. to get back to the actual ask, since we have no idea what's actually gonna happen in welcome home at this point in time, let's say that none of what i just talked about comes up even once and that the concept of The Home is really what we should be focusing on here wrt the religious symbolism. i think it's less that the houses themselves are metaphors for deities and more that, like - the importance of homes in the world the neighbors live in is so great that the only way it can be expressed in terms that a human could understand would be through the lens of religious/spiritual beliefs. i am intrigued by the idea that each neighbor has their own relationship to this belief though, and how that may effect their environment in the future. Much To Think About.

#pastelalleycat #replies #welcome home #wh speculation

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hyunsuks-beanie · 4 years ago

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Jay x fem. bodied! reader; smut; non-penetrative sex

Mellow speaks: And here I am, with the Jay smut requested by the lovely anon! It was quite fun to write, and I hope you enjoy reading it! This was quite a new theme, so do lmk what you guys think! PS. I'm such a simp for this pic like I can't-

Falling back onto the bed, you thought back on just how you had gotten yourself into this situation. Your boyfriend, Jay, and you were always down for experimenting in the bedroom (or rather, at any place you deemed feasible for having sex), and never once did you shy away from trying our things that others would consider too weird or too unusual. To you, it was all part of exploring your desires, so that you could find out what worked for you and what didn't.

Today was no different, as Jay climbed on top of you, already having stripped himself naked, much like you had done a couple hours ago. You had decided to skip on foreplay, considering how you were already wet enough after having seen him looking like a total snack in that tuxedo of his that he had worn to the award ceremony. All it took to have him as worked up as you were, was a single picture of you, looking pretty as ever while sitting on the white linens of your bed, wearing nothing but a cute little collar you know made him weak him in the knees and hard where you wanted him. Barely minutes after you had sent him that blasted picture, your phone was ringing, signaling a video call from your boyfriend, who had excused himself just to deal with you for a minute.

"What the hell is this?,"you had asked you the minute you picked up, his face having contorted in anger as his eyes darkened with lust. Instead of replying, you had blinked at him innocently, giggling out a "I missed you....and your little friend," much to his annoyance. "Who you calling 'little,' huh? My friend doesn't even need to enter you to turn you into a writhing mess," he had snarled, causing a surprised gasp to escape your lips, which soon turned up into a smile. "I'd like to see that," you had said, and that's what had brought you to right now.

Coming home, Jay had found you peacefully reading a book in bed, the duvet barely covering your nude form, driving him to not waste a single minute in getting rid of his clothes (much to your excitement). Pulling you out of the bed, he had brought you closer to himself, his bare chest rubbing against your boobs as his hand closed in on the collar, gently pulling on it before letting it fall back against your skin. "So, about what you said earlier...," you trailed off, letting out a soft gasp as his hand had made its way to your core, parting your thighs slightly and rubbing you aggressively, his lips smashing onto yours in a frantic kiss. One thing had quickly led to another, and soon enough, he was hovering over you as you sank down into the mattress, smirks gracing both of your lips.

"Ready to cum?," Jay whispers, his lips ghosting right above yours as his member lines up in front of your entrance. Unable to form coherent words due to your aching core, you simply nod, biting your lip as if challenging him. With that, he spreads your legs, running his cock around the length of your vulva, and sending shivers down your spine. Sure, you had had his tongue and his fingers work their magic on your bundle of nerves too many times to count, but feeling his length rub against your bud introduces a completely new sensation through your body, one that you come to love and crave instantly. But being the brat that you are, you bite down on your lip to stop a moan from escaping, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing that his conviction was true.

But your boyfriend keeps his eyes on your face, trying to gauge your reaction. It doesn't take him long to notice your face contort ever so slightly into one of pleasure. Smirking to himself, he starts rolling his hips against yours, his cock moving in circular motion around your clit, barely an inch away from your hole. Your eyes shoot open at the move, a moan rolling off your tongue as you grip onto Jay's shoulder. "A-again," you manage to say, and that's all it takes for him to continue rubbing his dick against your vulva, keeping his word and pushing you closer to your climax. He attacks spots in you neither of you had known existed, trying to control his urge to slam into you and feel your walls clench around him. Noticing your toes curl as you edge closer to your orgasm, Jay decides to tease you a little, as payback for you leaving him all hot and bothered during the award show.

And so, all of a sudden, the feeling of him against your clit disappears in its entirety, as he pulls out of you, causing a whine to escape your lips. "Jayyyyy," you whine, knowing perfectly well why he's doing what he's doing. Your expression catches him off guard, looking so adorable that he finds it hard to keep his hands off you. Feeling his resolve break, he simply smiles at you, saying, "Since you had been so excited to see my dick work wonders without even entering you, why don't you pleasure yourself on me?" Safe to say, you feel your mouth water at his words, wasting no time in crawling towards him at looking up at him expectantly.

Chuckling, your boyfriend lifts your chin up using his fingers, kissing you softly. Pulling away, he whispers, "Such an eager little bitch for my cock, aren't you? Go on then, enjoy yourself." And with that, he lays down onto the mattress, as you climb on top of him, lowering yourself down on his dick, and rolling your hips around as you feel his member rub against your clit once again, the ball in your stomach that was threatening to disappear, returning, and becoming bigger by the minute. Jay wraps his arms around your back, pulling you closer to him as you continue to move your hips around, placing his lips on yours. Soon enough, the room fills with the sound of your moans and Jay's soft chuckles and sighs, and one last stroke against your clit finally pushing you over the edge. Squirting your juice on his dick, you collapse on his chest, looking up at him and letting out a giggle.

Climbing off him, you notice that he's still rock-hard, the veins on his member throbbing. He catches you staring, and climbing over you once again, he smirks, "So how about you help me now?"

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honeybeewhereartthee · 2 years ago

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Crystal Hearts

Prequel PT3: You and Me

➽─PREV─CH19─NEXT──❥

"lil MC I'm back~ " Niki come back to a empty house.

"Ah... Where is that lil fae... It's already quite too late in the night..." He look around and saw no notes. " Wonder if there's a school activities..."

He look at his phone and saw a message

" Eh... " The panda fae eyes widen as he read the message.

" Niki! I'm here to stay at your place!" Rinne arrive with a door slam.

".... Ah Niki why are gripping your phone too much?"

"Rinne can you come with me to look for someone ?"

In rinne eyes in that very moment, he felt like his seeing a mama bear that just saw her own child being approach by a human. He will go mad.

The next morning, you wake up with someone slamming the door open.

Revealing another kohaku look alike. But this time, a beautiful female.

"Your pretty." You commented. "Why thank you! Your quite a charmer with your words ahaha." She gives a thumbs up.

"Your tall too. Did it mean kohaku would be tall like you guys?" Honestly his already tall, your just curious if he become even more taller.

"Well, that'd something we don't know yet." She smile.

" Ah. Good morning. I forget to greet you. " You bow a bit.

" Good morning to you! My, You seems like a nice kid." She commented.

" Oh. I'm bad. Cruel, weird and heartless person with my words. Well I was describe like that by humans. " You bluntly says. She pause for a moment before laughing, you also laugh with her.

" How about we go joined every for breakfast? "

" Why are you nice to me... " You mumble as you follow along to her, eyes sparkling in glee as your gonna joined a whole family dinner after a long while.

" Hmm? Is there a reason to not be nice to you? "

" You know what I am right? I am core fae. " You thought most people would hate you for it. Kohaku dad at one point don't want to lost to you because of that fact.

" Well, our dear koha is one as well. Through What's wrong being one? " She pats your head. " You and Him are alive and is born like everyone else are you?" He smile sweetly to you.

"Your Nice nee-san..." You blush from her words. She's too nice. "Can I call you nee-san?" You plead.

"Of course." She chuckle as the two of you arrive at the dining room. "Good morning." You bow.

"Oh my? You wake up on the good side of the bed it seems." Kohaku's dad who's flipping through a newspaper look at you as he sips his coffee.

"Unlike a certain someone." He gaze at his son who's looking at his sister and then to you with odd expression. "I wanted to wake them up..." You heard him grumble with a pout.

You went to seat beside him. " Good morning, kohaku. " You greeted him. " Mornin. " Smiling he look at you. "Can you give me your c-contact number?"

" Oooo. Wow and here I thought your looking through your phone cause your messaging each other. Turn out you don't have contact with them. Lmao. Ahahaha."

" Ehh. " You look surprised by his request. " I mean do you need too? You can always call me by telepathy. " You raise a brow.

" Oh my telepathic link? What a advance-through-magic couple we have here. (ㆁωㆁ)"(Ojitan)

"But the telepathy won't work when we're too far..."

"Ehh. It does. You just don't try it. I don't see you wanting to talk to me when your not trying to stalk me. Since you might be busy with life."

"Son, what is this I'm hearing about stalking?? Can anyone pls explain." (Ojitan) ( ╹▽╹ )

"I--i... I'm not stalking! I'm observing... From distance." He denied the awful true crime he did. He refuse to admit such fact.

"That's stalking." ( 3rd Sister ) (◍•ᴗ•◍)

"Anyway, we can talk through telepathy, so no need for contact number...." Through if he still going to ask about your contract. You will give him even through it would be very useless with telepathy.

*Ring: Do I need to say this? (MC: yes) panda Niki-tan is here! Please eat your meal properly or else I'll force feed bamboo shoots at your throat... Srl? (MC: yes) no candies for lunch and breakfast if you did not eat properly! (MC: gasp... THATS NOT ON THE SCRIPT!?) Ahaha. Of course. There no such thing as someone who only eat candies--

"Oh. It's niitan." You quickly answer the phone. " Sowwy imma answer this." (Ojitan)

"It's fine~ come back soon, so you get feed and we can fight right after."

You give a thumbs up as you stand up and went outside to have a chat.

"So your stalking your fae. That's what you been doing outside huh. " The oldest began.

" My, koha is such a bad stalker too. You should spy on them without being notice~" the second oldest tease.

" You need to train more so you could able to spy without being notice. It's too shameful to be spotted in our family. Kohaku-chan." His father sigh in disappointment. " I'm going to add some training to your schedule." He added.

"..." He cannot believe this. His being told off being a bad stalker than saying his doing something bad.

"... Ah... I..." You come back from chatting with Niki. "... I have ahmn... Some folks looking for me....since I don't go home yesterday... I apologize in advance if they will come and make ruckus"

"Oh? Ahaha. When are they gonna arrive?" (Ojitan, my, we sure have bunch of visitors those days)

" Probably after few hours. Niitan still have shift on his cafe duty." You says. " I need to answer some school work... I also have to check on Yua mom situation if what I did yesterday work out in the end." You start to think of the bunch of stuff, you need to deal with instead of being here, while tapping through something in your phone.

" Yua? Who's that?" You look at the oldest sister of Kohaku who heating up the stove to cook breakfast.

"... Schoolmate." You took a moment if you should say, a dude who's gonna give you red passionate heart after you did some good deeds for him. Thinking about your punishment you look at the head of the family.

" Can I fight ya now? (ʃƪ＾3＾）" You plead.

" My, you have no patience." He chuckle as he sip his coffee.

" Sowwy, I have stuff... Niitan is mad when I told him about what you said. Well he just told me off for being reckless... " You remember that Niki told you that your just reckless for being single and have the reckless attitude you start to develop since you

" Who's niitan?" (2nd sister. 'is this a rival of my cute and adorable baby bro?)

" My brother. Well I believe his my brother but because of another reality, that could be a thing and he takes care of me while I'm here in the human world. collecting hearts cause I'm bad child that my friend have to hide I'm awake from his stupid emperor for couple of years." You start to openly says about why your here in the human world.

Kohaku eyes widen at the thought of your friend that made you go that far. He wonder if his going to be that important to you too.

" How come your casually saying that? Do you not fear I'm going to use the info against you...?" The older Oukawa laugh at your casual honesty. He never know you'll be this honest.

" You make me laugh, ojitan. Even if I'm honest about my life. There's no point hiding stuff that create misunderstanding. Besides that's too cringe."

"Ohoho... My, your quite in a mood."

" Sorry, I'm fewr that those people would destroy your house with their presence. Can we fight now?"

He put down his newspaper, his stared at you with solemn through there's a smile on his face, he ask you as his children all stared at you with intense purple eyes like they are gazing through your deepest soul.

"... Do you think lightly of the traditions?" He ask you after a moment of silent.

" Of course not. " You pause as you look at the ojitan straight to his purple eyes. " Does ojitan dislike me? That's good of you did."

" What a silly child. Why would you want people to dislike you?" He laugh at your words.

" I just do. Maybe that's why I speak odd sometimes I can be seen egotistical like fighting you would be more of my advantage if I want too or dipolar. So people won't go and be kind to me. You shouldn't be... You guys are too nice to me." You were very scary(not), like a young child demanding to be feed candy.

They all look at you for a moment before the three sister chuckle and the father laugh out loud.

" Geez. Kids those days. You just need to eat some breakfast. Your being too emo in the morning."

Your now treated as a kid on their emo phrase as the oldest daughter pulled you back to your seat But you keep your pouting as you say that your bad person.

They all just laugh at it. Obviously if there's a bad people in the room it would be the Oukawa, their hands is tainted with blood of their victims. They are the shadow of the main branch that will do all the dirty work after all.

" Here you go." Kohaku gives your bowl of rice and you unconscious says thanks even so your supposed to act like a tough cookie. " Thank you... " You smile.

While eating, you notice the lack of the mom. You stared at one of them before looking back at your meal.

"..." You don't comment but your looking at the empty table beside the head of Oukawa. To the point everyone notice it.

"She went out to get soy sauce." The Oukawa head says nonchalantly.

"Oh... I-i wasn't curious at all." You denied and they all just laugh at it as you continue eating embarrassed that you were found out.

Through you noted everyone seems sad, except kohaku who's focusing on eating.

'ah. It won't be bad if I help...' you thought. Having another plan added to your to do list.

"Choice your weapon."

All of you went to the dojo room or sparring Room. You stared at the weapons. "Are those a real deal?" You ask the nice big sister. " Hmm who knows?" She just giggle as she pats your head. " Now, go and have fun." She went to the side with her other siblings.

" Kohaku! " You remember something as you went toward the youngest Oukawa.

He was holding a medicine kit for later, if in case someone did some hardcore damage to one another. Hopefully its his old man who will suffer and lost.

"Yes?" He look at you before you put a bubble around you two. He look surprised by what you did.

"Are you really sure?" You ask him. He tilt his head in confusion. "Do you like me enough to wish to m-marry me ?" You felt so embarrassed. The day you have to say such words never occurred to you a long time ago.

Even with you who's able to get a glimpse to a far distance future. But you could only see glimpse and not everything and you have refused to acknowledge all what you knew to live a fun time in the present.

"I--..." He was surprised by your question. "W-why you keep asking m-me this... I-i won't ask you to come with me... E-even knowing the traditions of m-my family..." He cover haft of his blushing face. Not able to meet you (color) eyes with his purple one. Or else he would melt from the gaze your giving him.

" What if... It's the strings thats making you be like that." Your voice almost inaudible.

" What? Why would you think so?" Yet he still heard what you said.

"Because those are strings of cupid. Connection that can be a love potion. Force someone to love each other. It's a nutcase of a magic, cupid fae can Dom." Which is wataru, your cousin. You refuse to tell who's the cupid fae through, what if your cousin get in trouble.

"... Force to love each other..?" He repeated as thoughts comes rushing in his mind, a smile slowly appear on his face. "Would you love me then?"

"... That's not the point." You try to change the topic.

"I don't care. If it makes you to love me like I would love you. Then its fine. The worse thing is being rejected." Kohaku almost want to shoot himself when he accidentally said something, his face paled as he look at your reaction. You look at him with daze.

"... That's some sussy words. Do you have a yandere bloodline or what." But it seems that, what process on your mind is different, he can't help but sigh in relief internationally.

"What?" Through he did realize what you meant by that. "What do you mean yandere?Σ(°△°|||)︴ I'm not gonna kill anyone for love... I don't think so."

"... Oh. Even if you did. I would help you hide and bury the body. (ღ˘ω˘ღ)" You joked.

" Ahahah... Really? I would mind an assistant then. ( ´ ▽ ` )" He and you and chuckle and having a sweet moment till the ojitan comes to you two.

Knocking against the bubble. You pop the bubbles as the ojitan start to rant out being lonely without his wife.

" Stop flirting. You guys still aren't legally engaged yet! Also you make this poor old man felt being eaten by the ants from how sweet you two are!"

" Then go find mom. (`ー´)" Kohaku rolled his eyes at his father.

" Ehhh. Kohaku-chan your bullying your old man cause I ruined ya moment? How cruel. How cruel! My darling and wife and I give life to a cruel son! You were so cute before! "

And he show a baby picture of Kohaku who's eating his thumbs with a beautiful older woman holding him. And then he flip to another picture of Kohaku dangling over the tree.

"DAD! WHY DO YOU HAVE THAT! (´•︿´•ꐦ)"Kohaku tried to get the embarrassing pictures but his dad just run away and dodge his son attempt of stealing the picture.

"..." You take a look at the photo, when everyone is focus on those two. You clap three times. The world stop on its motion. Kohaku who's able to move stared at his father who stopped moving in the black and white scale of the world without motion.

He quickly snatch the damn photo before he look at your direction

"MC?" He saw you doing something but he don't understand it. He approaches you but when he arrives besides you, you clapped your hand three times as if done what you been doing just now.

"Wa-- how did you go there?" The head of Oukawa realize his not holding the precious blackmailing pictures of his son and saw his boy right besides you.

"Sowwy. I have to check on something. Ehehe." You reasoned as you turn to look at them. "Anyway I'm ready!" You give a thumbs up.

"Huh. That's very suspicious." The older Toujou thought out loud before he and you went to peak a weapon.

"Are we allowed to use magic?" (MC)

"Sure sure." He waves you off. "The estate is pretty much have a barrier that won't let some magic to leak out even if we did. " He pointed out.

" I see." You nodded as you pick up a gun. The two of you went to each corner as the flag went down, you two gaze at one another.

" You seems unfaze, do you really underestimate me... " Suddenly you felt sense of dread. " Oh!" You eyes widen as all your senses tells you it's dangerous.

"how interesting." You mumble before you unconsciously dodge a projectile you don't notice him thrown in your direction. "Wow!" You clap your hand in amazement.

As your very much destructive, he already went to to high kick, you manage to spin around and shoot bullets to the floor, very close to his feet.

He chuckles as he have to do a too dance to escape having holes embed on his feet.

"My. Your quite a bully to this old man." He laugh as you reloaded the gun. "Ehh. I was ?" You tilt your head. Since you still don't experience being hit. You won't be triggered to fight like crazy--

"YOUR OPEN!" (Ojitan)

You get kicked in the stomach.

"..."

You start to giggle as you stand up after being thrown a bit off just now. Kohaku stared at your direction in worry.

"Not bad... Not bad at all..." You chuckle before you start to go back to where you were earlier but two steps in, you were gone.

"Oh?" The older Oukawa is quick to stop your punch as you flash step in front of him but as he held your hand, you smirk.

"AIYYYO??"

he was thrown off very far side of the room but as he manage to flip and land, you already behind him to kick his legs, causing him to lost balance and trip.

Crack.

You chuckle darkly as try to crash the bones on his legs if he dont manage to move his leg on time.

Crack.

The floor underneath crumble. As you sigh in disappointment.

"How sad. Oh well. Were are just starting the fun after all. I can break your 206 bones slow and painful, baka ojitan." You crack your knuckles as you throw the gun away you shall use fist to win.

" Oh gosh... They are destroying the house! AHAHA " The oldest laugh as they run outside to see you and the head refusing to surrender to the other and throwing each other to the wall, the pond or the rock. It become very messy, wounded and in a very bad shape yet you two refuse to give up and laughing like two war Maniac and mortal enemies.

You guys fighting quite too fast but since they are skilled and trained to gasp Minor details in speed. They saw how it went.

" Are they not going to finish yet?" The third oldest yawn as they been watching you two right for hours now, it's almost sunset. Yet the two you seems still out of it.

"Well, it's kohaku chan hand in marriage, I need to protect it!" the ojitan drop down from the roof to take sip of the tea. You were nowhere to be found

"YOUR OPEN, BAKA OJITAN!"

you appear like a wild cat and smack him hard on the side, causing him to be thrown into the house.

"Oof..."

"AHAHAAH~ HOW FUN! THIS IS VERY FUN! " you giggle like a mad man. " I want to crush your bones to bits and make pie out of its powder. AHAHA~" You sing a song as you grab a rock thag fall off from the ceiling and crumble it with your fist.

" Wow... " The ladies can't help but gasp in amazement. Your very cool, their dad is very embarrassing.

" HEY! I CAN SENSE THOSE THOUGHTS! THIS WHAT YA GUYS DO TO YA OLD MAN? OH THE CRUELTY!" He cannot believe his own daughter is looking at him with such gaze! How cruel life is!' the head of Oukawa dramatize as he tried to move but cannot.

He watch in worry as you stood above him and was really going to crush his skull but your stopped before you did so.

" MC! snap out of it " kohaku who's holding your hand. You tilt you head.

" I will stop if he surrender, my Venus. " You pulled his hand that is holding yours and leaning in to give a kiss on the back of his palm as you give him a sweet smile. the strings turning bright red as your hands and his are linked with one another.

With blood that is not yours or not on your face, and the sunset behind you. He can't help but gulp at how your look ethereal at the moment.

"I-i..." His face warm up. "M-MC..." He shutter. Not knowing what to do. His suppose to stop you from trying to nuke his dad because your like that too before but you seems more murderous when it's his father and not him.

"yes, my venus~?" you called out to him as you held his hands.

Oh, Such wonderful moment.

"Are you two seriously flirting beside this beaten old man?" Get destroyed by the old man who's unable to move an inch of his body from pain, who's also right beside you two.

"why won't you just give up? " You look at the ojitan in disdain. You wanna step on his hand but Kohaku stops you. " MC stoppp. "

" Your dad wants me to break 103 of his bones which is his feet and hands, that's a haft discount as my future in law. Tehee." You winked. "My Venus, I can heal him back if he surrender. " You flatter your eyelashes cutely.

it's totally fine to beat up the old fool if he refuse to give up. And give up trying to make his son not be your fiancee.

" Heal? " Kohaku remember how you heal, you need to kiss the person. His mood drop.

" Father! You already lost when you cant stand up for minute!" kohaku point out as he glare at his father. How dare his father do this to him? He can't even get them (kisses) without your intent to he any wounds on him because his too embarrassed to ask.

"Geez... You really are my child. Ahaha." The head of Oukawa does notice the glare his son is giving him. He chuckle as his very proudly at his son attitude. his very glad his offspring is very like him, be protective of his love or else other shall steal them away. Lock them up, even. He will not judge, he will help him to do it perfectly.

"Ok.. I give up. My son is gonna leave papa side to marry! How pitiful I am!" he weep crocodile tears as you finally snap out of the zone.

"Yee! I win!" You giggle ans hugs kohaku. " My groom!" You chipped. "Ehehe~" you feel so happy. Maybe your too happy that glow ans sprouts blanc on top of your head, as the spell of Risky Venus still habe an effect on you , through the feature of tiger fae have disappear when you wake up..

"M-MC..." Your fiancee blushes. As you happiness can be seen with your wide smile. "Hmm?" You look at him as you cling onto him

Seeing your smile, he pause and felt daze.. his heart is beating too fast. His also happy in the result of the fight.

You were so cool. He can't help but blush and hope you won't hear his fast beating heart when he was watching you fight his father earlier. Ah he wanted to fight with you again. Your too different (in a good way) when in a fight.

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liaromancewriter · 2 years ago

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In Book 3 when Ethan wants to control us lol, do you think if MC says no… he would have, you know, gotten someone else? Because I always wondered after that chapter like if he’s being all I want to be in control and have some dom/sub sex and MC is like “no thanks” is he going to say “oh well I’ll just go to drink alone in my condo” ? which is something he could have thought of doing in the first place idk maybe I’m reading to much into PB’s nonsense BUT you guys are really good at analyzing characters so I thought of asking :) Remember, we’re talking about canon Ethan and his relationship (or lack of) with MC.

Ah. Book 3. The only redeemable thing about it was the ending. I use selective cases and moments from book 3 in my canon, but ignore everything I don't like. The original OH team didn't write that book and, as far as I'm concerned, it's canon divergent.

To answer your question, the Ethan we met in canon and spent time with for the last 2.5 years would've accepted MC's refusal and gone to Donahue's for a drink or several (it's his airlock from the stress of work, remember?). I don't see him taking his 'dark' mood home and drinking alone; it would have just made things worse as he replayed everything inside his head.

Ethan didn't want to be alone though; he wanted company. However, he can't stand inane people and doesn't appear to trust strangers. He is selective about the people he invites into his life. He invited MC into his life, not just into his work, as a friend and as a lover -- depending on how you play, it could be just as a friend, but a good one; not a colleague alone.

For something this personal, not just anyone would do. So, if MC says no, I don't see canon Ethan scrolling through his phone contact list looking for a booty call.

We know that he and MC have experimented with loving domination in the bedroom because we see evidence of it in book 3's ch1 on-call room hook-up diamond scene. However, the option is either MC dominates or asks to be dominated. It was a similar dynamic in book 2's diamond scene during the Hopeful Hearts Gala.

Until that left-field/alien moment in book 3, there's no indication that BDSM is something Ethan would be comfortable with. However, I can see MC comfortable with and more open to experimenting non-vanilla options in a safe space.

In book 2's Hopeful Hearts Gala office scene, he's hesitant about MC blindfolding him. In that book's final 30 scene in his apartment, his reaction to an ice cube/whip cream is comical. Even though it's clear he's out of his comfort zone, he finds himself 'convinced' by MC in both those scenarios.

So the book 3 situation doesn't ring true to who he is at the core. I think he was angry and stressed, but if MC had suggested they go to a gym and hit a bag, or get roaring drunk, he would have done that instead.

I can also see Ethan in canon having other coping mechanisms for stress: axe throwing, boxing, intense workouts. There's no way that man is getting through life without some outlet.

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7-wonders · 4 years ago

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Honey Honey, Nearly Kills Me (werewolf!Duncan Shepherd)

You understand that Duncan Shepherd is a busy man. You knew that when you first agreed to go on a date with him, and three months into what's now a full-blown relationship, you especially know it now. His busy schedule is not something that you hold against him, considering you're pretty busy yourself. Still, one of the only rules you mutually had was that, when you're spending time together, work and life and everything that kept you away from each other was only supposed to be tended to if absolutely necessary.

That core guideline is the reason that, as you sit across the table from him, you're silently fuming.

This is the third time he's checked his phone in as many minutes, and you're getting pretty sick of it. All night he's been off. His eyes have been constantly shifting around the restaurant, and his body language is extremely tense. He keeps drinking glass after glass of water like he ran to get here instead of driving, and there's a little bit of sweat on his brow that makes you wonder what he was doing before dinner.

As far as you're aware, there's no looming deadline for Congress to push through tonight, and his staff at the Foundation know not to call him on his evenings unless the building is on fire or the FBI is sniffing around (which, apparently, happened to him before). So why the hell does he keep looking at his phone like he has somewhere better to be?

You sigh in annoyance, deciding to test how well he's paying attention by saying something completely out of left field. "So anyways, when the goats came running through our archives, it was quite the shock. Had to make sure they didn't eat the papers, and all."

Duncan hums.

"You're not listening at all, are you?"

He finally looks at you, and you can almost feel your anger seeping away when he shoots you a sheepish smile. "I'm sorry. I'm being a really terrible person right now."

You fight the urge to say that it's okay, because you've been working on trying to be more assertive. "Is something on your mind?"

"It's just...getting late, is all."

Now you check your own phone. "Dunc, it's six o'clock."

"Yes, and I have stuff I need to do. You don't know everything about my life, Y/N," he snaps.

You recoil as if he physically slapped you with his words. You've never seen his emotions change so fast, and he's never spoken to you in such a tone before. Looking away from him as you feel the heat of anger rising to your face, you motion to the waiter that's been serving you. "Can we get the check, please?"

"Absolutely. Will this be on one tab this evening?"

"Ye--" Duncan starts.

"No. Two, please." Duncan's stunned into silence. Rightfully so, you think.

Silently, you each pay your respective bills before walking outside and getting into the car. The sunset is beautiful tonight, and you'd make a note of it to Duncan if you weren't so upset at him. You purposefully walk just a little bit faster than him to prevent him from opening your door like he normally does. Petty, but it gives you enough satisfaction to get you through the car drive.

Well, you'll get through the drive if Duncan doesn't kill you on the way home. He's driving like he's being chased, weaving in and out of traffic with a white-knuckle grip on the steering wheel. You grab onto the handle above your seat as tight as you can, genuinely worried that you're going to get into a crash.

"Will you slow down!" you yell after he narrowly avoids sideswiping another car. The traffic finally begins to thin, and it's then that you notice that you're heading out of D.C. Suddenly, every true crime podcast you've ever listened to comes flooding to the forefront of your mind.

You really don't want to be the next case covered on Morbid.

The sun continues to set, but it doesn't get darker. A luminescent full moon slowly begins to take center stage, and if you weren't worried about being murdered and chopped up into small pieces, you might take time to admire it. You've been driving for at least half an hour now, and you think you'll reach Baltimore in record time if Duncan keeps driving like this.

"Where are we going, Duncan?"

"Away from the city," he says tensely, not taking his eyes off of the road.

"I can see that, but why are we going away from the city?" you ask. He doesn't respond, and you can feel your chest tighten with fear. "Are you going to kill me?"

Duncan laughs, and you really don't know what to make of it. "It's the exact opposite. I'm trying to protect you."

"This is a funny way of showing it."

He's sweating even more now, you can see it glinting on his cheekbones in the light of the moon. Suddenly, Duncan veers off the road, taking his immaculate, expensive Benz down a dirt road in the middle of a forest somewhere between D.C. and Baltimore. Duncan would never get dirt on this car if he could help it, or even take it on a slightly bumpy road lest a stray pothole knock the car's alignment out of place. You're on the verge of hyperventilating now, and you shakily force the door open and tumble out of the car the moment he slams on the brakes.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Your voice echoes through the trees, only birds and whatever other animals call this forest home around to listen to you.

Duncan also exits the car, attempting to cross around to your side. You move the opposite way, trying to keep distance between you two. "Look, to put it simply, I forgot what day it was."

You laugh in disbelief. "So you decide to snap at me and proceed to drive like a bat out of hell for 20 miles out of the city?"

"There's a lot that you don't know about me, Y/N." His hands run through his hair as he paces back and forth, getting more and more agitated.

"Y'know, you've already said that once tonight, and that's what got us into this situation." Duncan groans, stumbling backwards away from you as he grips his head, looking like he's in pain. "So tell me! What is it that I don't know about you?"

"Do you believe in the supernatural?"

You scoff. "What, like ghosts? That's seriously what we're doing right now, telling ghost stories?"

"More like werewolves." He lifts his head from his hands, and the breath escapes your lungs. His normally-blue eyes are gone, replaced with irises that glow red. And that's not a simile; they're literally glowing.

"What the fuck," you whisper to yourself.

"I only have a little bit of time, baby, so I'm going to explain as best as I can." He tugs his shirt up over his head, and you realize that he's stripping, which is the least surprising thing to happen tonight. "Five years ago, I was bitten by what I thought was a wild dog when I was vacationing in Aspen. I went to the doctor, they ran tests for rabies and infection and they all came back negative. I thought I was fine, until the next full moon came around."

He bends at the middle in pain, and you can see his muscles flexing in his back. You want to go help him, but something in your mind tells you to stay put.

"Then, I learned what had really bitten me. Apparently, werewolves run a very connected network across the US. The D.C. werewolves knew I had been bitten, and were more than happy to take me in and show me the ropes. They said I had been bitten by a rogue werewolf, one that refused their body's attempts to shift back after the full moon ends."

"So you're a werewolf." You're not questioning him, rather, you're trying to wrap your head around what he's said by repeating it out loud.

"Yes, one that's--" a strangled yell rips from his throat, "one that's trying everything to hold back from shifting right now."

His hands shake as he reaches to the ground, grabbing his car keys and tossing them towards you. You fumble them, but manage to catch them before looking at him in confusion.

"I didn't mean for you to find out this way. Truth be told, you've made me distracted in the best ways. Distracted enough that I forgot when the full moon was when I asked you to go to dinner with me tonight."

"It's okay, Dunc." You're not sure what you're comforting him for, but you want him to know that you don't hold anything against him.

"You need to leave. Take my car, go back to the city, and go home."

"What about you?"

He screams, and you swear you can hear bones breaking. "I'll be fine. Please, I won't be able to bear it if I hurt you. Get in the car, Y/N."

For once, you don't argue with him. You climb into the car through the passenger side before sitting in the driver's seat and locking the door. Looking out the window, you only see a flash of his eyes and hear the howl of a wolf before jamming the keys into the ignition and peeling away from the forest.

When you reach the main highway and begin to drive back to D.C., tears start to fall. Not because you're scared for yourself, but because you're scared for Duncan. In the span of an hour, you've thought you were going to be murdered, driven out to the middle of nowhere, scared out of your wits, found out werewolves were real, and learned that your boyfriend was a werewolf.

Duncan, on the other hand, had to reveal his most shameful secret in a way that he wasn't comfortable with. And in your opinion, that's worse than all that you've been through. Even as you reach the bright lights of the city once again, your mind is already made up with what you'll be doing tomorrow.

You're up before the sun, driving back to the spot where everything changed less than twelve hours ago. With two large cups of coffee and a bundle of clothes in tow, you wait. Sure enough, when the first light of dawn begins to peek through the trees and the morning sun awakens, Duncan comes stumbling out of the woods. He's naked, and leaves are stuck in his hair. It's entirely unlike Duncan, and you sigh when you think about the kind of night he must have had.

Leaving the heat on and the car running, you grab the clothes you had grabbed from his apartment and get out of the car. He only notices you when you close the door, the sound waking him from whatever post-shift stupor he was in.

"Y/N?" Duncan says, unsure if what he's seeing is real. "You're here. You came back?"

"Of course I came back." You push yourself off of the side of the car, holding out the sweatpants and sweatshirt that you had managed to find among the button downs and slacks he's so fond of. "I come bearing gifts."

"You're a godsend, I'm freezing." You toss the clothes to him, averting your eyes as he gets dressed. Even though you've seen him naked before, you're not sure how he's feeling after everything that's happened.

"Don't wolves run hot?" you ask.

"Yeah, normally I do. Something about the shifting back and forth throws your systems out of whack for a little bit."

"Well, there's coffee in the car to get you warmed up a bit more, and I--oh!" You're cut off by Duncan surging forward to wrap you in a tight hug, your arms automatically going around his (clothed) form.

"Thank you," he mutters into your hair. "I've been so scared that you would leave me when you found out, and then last night was my worst nightmare come true. I thought you were gone for good."

"Never, Dunc," you say, looking at him to get the point across. "You hear me? I'm here, with you, for the long haul. The good, the bad, the...hairy."

He laughs, and you know that everything is going to be okay. "I love you."

It's the first time he's said it, but compared to shifting in front of you, it's the easiest thing he's ever done. There's no hesitation in you, either. "I love you too."

He kisses your forehead softly, and you melt in his embrace. "You said there was coffee in the car?"

You nod. "And the heat's on full blast."

"That sounds like a dream," he sighs. "You're a dream."

"Let's go, then. Don't want you turning into a pup-sicle."

He groans at your pun, making you snicker. "You're not gonna stop with the wolf jokes, are you?"

"Never." You grin at him, and he knows that everything is going to be alright.

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astro-rain · 4 years ago

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delicate; b.barnes

chapter twenty - “collateral damage”

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word count: 2k

synopsis: bucky and y/n deal with the emotional fallout of her departure from wakanda.

pairings: bucky barnes x fem!reader

warnings: mildly suggestive content, nothing explicit, 18+ readers please.

The flight home was wretched. Sleeping on the jet was impossible. Every time she shut her eyes she saw his face. If her mind did somehow manage to drift off to sleep, Y/N dreamed of him and woke up trying not to rip her hair out.

"We can still stay in contact, right?" Bucky asked as they were walking back from the waterfall.

They had left their catharsis by the water, still upset, but now calmer and more logical.

"I don't think so..."

"What? Why? It's not like we don't have the technology to do it."

"I know, but.." Y/N trailed off, trying to think of a sensible excuse.

Obviously they could stay in contact if they wanted. But any kind of phone call would be able to be tracked or recorded. That, and she didn't want him to hang on to someone who betrayed him. She couldn't imagine the guilt she'd have hearing Bucky's "I miss you's" or "Baby doll's" from miles away, knowing she lied to him.

"You don't even have a phone..."

"That's an easy problem to fix."

"I know... I just think you should focus on the rest of your healing, and... you know, I'll have a lot of work once I get back...." she took a breath. "I don't know if it's super healthy for us to cling on to each other when it... may be better to move on..."

"Move on?"

"Yeah..."

Bucky stopped walking and turned to face her. They both stood still and he stared at her, confused, as if he was trying to figure something out. He knew her well. She was scared he'd see right through her.

"So let me get this straight. When you're here we can talk all the time and... plenty of other things. But when you're away we can't even call each other?"

"Bucky..."

"That's not all, is it?"

She sighed. "I'm just... worried... about- like-... getting in trouble. If someone overhears or tracks a phone call...What if someone finds out where the 'Winter Soldier' is and comes here to exact revenge?"

That was partly true. She'd never want anyone bad to find out where he was. But no one was tracking her phone calls; she wasn't really a person of interest. In all likelihood, it probably wasn't something she'd have to be terribly worried about.

However, if anyone overheard or saw Bucky on the phone, they'd know it was her, and she doubted anything she could say would convince them that she didn't tell him about the arm.

Or maybe no one would find out. She just didn't want to take the chance. The last time she took a chance, this happened. She wasn't willing to do it again.

He stared at her with dejected eyes. "You know you don't have to worry about me. I'll be okay."

She rested her hands on his forearms and laughed sadly. "Bucky, I don't think I'm ever not gonna worry about you."

He was already in her heart. She didn't think he could leave now.

He let his eyelids fall shut. "I really don't want you to go."

She closed her eyes as well and let her forehead rest against the top of his chest.

"I know. I'm sorry. I don't want to leave you either. But you're gonna do so well, even without me. And every day I'll wake up and think 'wow this man is sexy and has good coping mechanisms! I wish I was him!'"

In the midst of his sadness, she made him laugh. It was a despondent, quiet laugh, but she managed to lift his mood all the same - even if just a little bit. She'd always make everything better.

He gazed down at her, eyes heavy, and without even thinking about it... "I love you."

She looked down at the grass below her feet. "Buck..."

"I do. I'm sorry but I do."

She wrapped her arms around the middle of his back, pressing her face into the crook of his neck. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her in tight, one arm up her back and the other cradling her head.

In the tiniest whisper, she let the truth flow out from her chest. "I love you, too."

The clouds provoked her, so peaceful and quiet, while her head was a big, loud mess. Y/N leaned her head on the window, glaring at them and wondering if she should've said what she did. That she loved him. Internally, she debated whether or not it would make things worse. But she wasn't going to see him again; she might as well have left him with the truth.

Time was lost to her. She thought she would be landing soon, but she couldn't be sure. She couldn't be sure of anything anymore.

Bucky sat at the lake - their lake - and just stared into the water. It felt so strange to him, that she was gone. One minute she was here and now he was just... alone.

It was so quiet. Too quiet. Of course being alone was quiet, but after Y/N left, the air just felt empty.

He wished he could talk to her. Whenever he was upset, all he wanted to do was talk to her.

"So, is this... d-do we say goodbye now?" he asked when they got back to his hut.

"Yeah..." she sighed. "yeah."

"Are you going back to Europe?"

"Yes. Belgium. Haven't been in my apartment in forever."

"Belgium," he wondered. "It's nice there. Safe. What are you gonna do for work?"

"Probably just continue where I left off on my research. Fancy brain stuff, ya'know?"

He grinned, proud. "My smart girl."

She looked around her, as if watching for something. Or someone.

"Buck, I think I have to go now."

"Just one more minute? Please. I wanna remember you like this. Not sad and crying."

Y/N smiled, grabbed his hands, and kissed his knuckles. Both flesh and metal. Because they were both part of him and she loved him. All of him.

Then, she placed both his hands on either side of her face. Softly she said, "remember me like this," before bringing their lips together.

He looked down at his vibranium arm, twisting his wrist to watch how the plates whirred.

Since the first moment he put it on, he had been using it to be gentle, loving, and affectionate. This arm was good. This arm wasn't used for death and destruction and violence.

With this arm he held her, kissed her, loved her. And now she was gone. And now it felt like dead weight.

— ONE WEEK LATER —

Whenever Bucky looked at his bionic arm he saw her. It began to make him sad.

His hair had been getting longer and longer. He could cut it now, now that he had two arms. But every time he tried, all he could do was stare at the arm and hear her voice in his head.

"That's your heart. That's you. You're all heart, Buck. You're so deeply, wonderfully human. All the way to your bones."

That was the first time he expressed real distress about missing a limb, he recalled. That was the first time they kissed. Funny how that transition was made, funny how she could remedy some of his worst emotions.

His days were boring and uneventful and nearly silent. He sat alone a lot. There was no laughter anymore, none of her laughter. There was no more holding, no more kissing, no more loving. The arm just felt... wrong? Like what it was born from had died.

In Belgium, Y/N felt incredibly uncomfortable. She knew she just needed to adjust to the change, after getting to used to life in Wakanda - life with Bucky. Her vacant apartment didn't feel as homey.

It had been, what, a year and a half? About a year and a half since she had been home. About a year and a half spent with Bucky.

Her apartment seemed so... barren. Void of life. And cold. She was used to the Wakandan heat. When she closed and locked the door behind her, she looked at the golden square that the sun cast through her window. It reminded her of that heat.

Y/N sighed, cursing her very own hippocampus for providing her with memory.

"God, I wish you had an AC in here."

She was in his bed. Well, she was on top of him, straddling him, in his bed.

"Is it hot or is it just you?" he joked, poking at her sides and trying to not pout at the loss of her lips.

"Ha. Ha," she rolled her eyes and brought her face back to his.

"Wait," Bucky said and gently pulled her face away to examine it. "You are a little warm."

"It's okay," she quickly tried to resume their previous activity.

"Hold on-" he got cut off as Y/N kept pecking his lips over and over.

"I have-"

Kiss.

"An idea-"

Kiss.

Lightly he pushed her shoulders away, nearly giggling. "Stop it! Just wait a second!"

Bashful, she conceded. "What?"

"Just-" he reached out and put the vibranium hand on her forehead, effectively cooling her down a bit. She closed her eyes and flashed a goofy smile.

"That feels nice."

Then, suddenly, he wrapped both his arms around her back and flipped them over so that he was on top. He smirked.

"Oh yeah, you just wait."

She hung her keys up and took a deep breath, absorbing the emptiness. This was her new normal; she just had to get used to it.

"I just- I don't really... I don't think I need it," Bucky tried to explain.

Want it, he thought. I don't want it. I can't stand to even look at it.

"You don't need it?" Shuri asked.

"Yeah, it-uh it takes a bit of getting used to and I think I just need a break. And I wouldn't want to damage it so... figured it's better with you."

He was better at lying than he gave himself credit for.

"Okay," Shuri accepted his answer and began to detach the bionic arm. "But you let me know if it's uncomfortable or painful anywhere so I can adjust it. Alright?"

"Alright. Thank you."

Finally he was rid of it- that cursed metal weighing down on his soul. Maybe now he could focus on other things. Maybe. It didn't seem likely...

However, as the days drew closer, it did make him slightly - only slightly - less nervous about the trigger word experiment. Now he didn't have a weapon attached to him. Though he reckoned he was the weapon.

No. He wasn't supposed to think like that. He knew Y/N wouldn't want him to. He knew she would say something like, "You aren't what they tried to make you into. You're you and all HYDRA's awfulness can't change the good at your core. My Bucky. You're perfect."

He'd deny to high heavens that he was the farthest thing from perfect. Bucky had no clue how she could say such things. But her conviction never faltered.

Soon enough the day came. The experiment. All he could think about was how she was supposed to be there. He didn't want to do this without her.

But now, he found himself sitting at at a fire on some mountain with one of the Doras. It was dark and it was scary. He was scared.

"It is time," said Ayo.

Nevermind want. He wasn't sure if he could do this without her.

"Are you sure about this?"

"I won't let you hurt anyone."

He was still scared. He still didn't trust himself. But, staring into the fire, he thought back to a past conversation.

"You don't have to trust yourself. That's hard enough as it is and Hydra didn't make it any easier. You just trust me, alright? ... And I will not let anything happen to you."

Bucky didn't have to trust himself. He just had to trust her. Even if she wasn't here, even if she was on another continent, all he had to do was trust her. When Ayo began reciting the trigger words, that was the one thing thing he held onto. The one thing that kept him afloat.

His trust in her.

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bontenten · 4 years ago

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Efficiency

Pairing: Daishou x f!reader

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings/Tags: smut, exhibitionism, voyeurism, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, praise, light degredation, aftercare, established relationship

Thank you so much @/bakatenshii and @/thirstyforthem2dmen for beta-reading. This is a repost from my main after it went fully sfw. Originally for the hqhq (now Anilysium) hard at work collab.

Pen scrawls and keyboard taps sound throughout the conference room as your boss goes over current client projects. Daishou is sitting across the table and you notice he's wearing the tie you gave him for his birthday last year. Looks good, you think to yourself. It's not just the tie, it's his entire outfit, and him.

Daishou notices your lingering stare and makes eye contact, granting you a cheeky grin and a head tilt. Pompous bastard. In response, you send back an expression of mock disgust before turning your attention back to your laptop.

For any newcomer at the firm, it might seem like the office is split down the middle into either your camp or Daishou's, with opinions and jabs on completely opposite ends of the spectrum. Why else is there so much spite being tossed around between the two of you, if not due to a deeply entrenched layer of grievances?

It might leave the newbie confused as to why Daishou affectionately calls you his "most significant problem". Or why you preface notes to him with, "to whom this may piss off, my royal pain-in-the-ass".

Then there comes a revelation to the newbie that you and Daishou are not mortal enemies, but rather the most wretchedly in-love couple in this skyrise building. It's a bad decision to cross either you or Daishou for any matter. Not only are the both of you perfectly vindictive, crossing one means submitting an application to be on the blacklist of the other. There's no doubt, in your humblest opinion, that Daishou, even if he'll never outright admit it, absolutely worships the dirt under your heels. And when you are in remotely a good mood, fine, you don't mind his coffee breath either.

It's heartwarming, that in this tower of cold, hard stainless steel and immaculate glass panels, there's love floating around the disinfected air of money, money, and more money. When it counts, you can be sure that Daishou will stand on the same side of the fence as you.

While the meeting goes on and you multitask with the spreadsheet open on your screen, you think you hear your name being tossed around. To your knowledge, everything is lined up already and unless there is some sort of overnight emergency, there's absolutely nothing left on your plate to take care of.

At the same time, there is also the off-chance that someone decides to drag you into hell with them and include you in a project. Now, who could possibly have the audacity to put you into the wringer with them?

"Daishou! Excellent, I'll leave this to you," the boss exclaims. "This pitchbook needs to be done by tomorrow. It's high urgency and the client just sent the numbers in."

A sinking feeling begins to churn in your stomach. You pause your frenzy across the keyboard and pay attention to the meeting to hear the rest of what Daishou has to say.

"If I may," Daishou curtly asks with a smile that's a tad too wide, "I'd like to work with Y/N on this. As you know, we work best together. It'll be done before the meeting tomorrow."

You can feel everyone's eyes turn to you in the meeting room, begging you to please say yes to the man holding titles such as your boyfriend, co-worker, and also 'royal pain-in-the-ass'. You force a smile and match Daishou's client-ready, saccharine expression. "Of course, we'll have it done tonight."

Suddenly, the atmosphere of the entire meeting room relaxes by ten notches. Bastards, all of you.

"Our firm's best duo!" the boss praises, "We'll leave it to you two then. Meeting adjourned."

It's the two words everyone has been waiting for. The moment the syllable falls, the conference room is filled with the sounds of shifting seats and scuffling feet eager to leave work for the day. With a huff, you shut your laptop and see Daishou coming around the conference table with his laptop and files tucked under his arm. He adjusts and tugs on his tie.

"Guess it's you and me again tonight," Daishou comments.

"And here I wanted to leave work early for once."

"Hey, just a special date night. It's called 'overtime', sounds pretty sexy don't you think?"

You snort and walk past him, going towards the direction of the elevator. Daishou eyes your figure strutting down the hall. The lines of your ironed shirt and the pencil skirt that hugs your figure perfectly match the echoing clack of your heels striking shiny tiles.

Even if you don't remember, Daishou's impeccable memory absolutely remembers how the last time you paired that shirt and that skirt together, it was an overtime situation very much similar to tonight. And the cock that's starting to grow hard in his slacks certainly remembers a lot more. He can feel it twitching just trying to conjure up the sensation of your gummy walls milking him in the breakroom a month ago.

"You coming or what?"

Daishou sees you holding the elevator door open and waiting for him. Daishou won't ever admit to this, maybe to you in privacy, but Daishou will rather be dead than admit to anyone else how lucky he feels to have someone as incredible as you in his life.

He takes a few quick steps and enters the elevator.

"How sweet," he coos. "I knew you wouldn't just leave me hanging and working in this dismal place all alone."

"Shut-up, Suguru," you snap, but you lean your head against his shoulder anyway. It's been such a long day already, and the night is only going to be longer.

"Stay the night at my place later? I'll order your favorite."

"Let's get this project over with first."

"I caught you staring at me during the meeting."

"Huh, is that so."

"Practically stripped me naked with your eyes. Ooh, I felt tingles all over."

You lift your head from his shoulder. "You're so full of yourself Suguru," you remark before tugging on his tie to pull his face closer to yours. "If anything, I think you're the one getting hard at work."

Daishou leans in even closer. A hand encircles your wrist and his thumb brushes your inner-wrist across the bump of the vein. Your pulse is throbbing against his fingertips. You feel your adrenaline and anticipation rushing through your body as your heart pounds harder and faster.

"Then do something to help poor lil' me out?"

"At your place later, we—"

"But I want you so badly right now," Daishou breathes out, body tight against you so you can feel his straining desires through the layers of fabric. "I want—

Ding.

The elevator opens up to the floor the two of you work at. The co-workers waiting for the lift can only see two pristine and exemplary office workers without any semblance of dishevelment walk out. Daishou even says a polite "see you tomorrow" to them.

"If only the elevator stopped working," you joke after taking a deep breath to swallow the fire building in your core. "Sly snake, no one here in the office knows your true colors."

Sometimes, you wonder just how Daishou can switch his persona so quickly. Or maybe he just likes the precarious edge of being horny at work.

"Love you too dear," he sneers.

A couple workers are still at their desks scrambling for their deadlines. You and Daishou take a seat at your work stations and begin to chip away at the urgent, overtime project. Every now and then, you'll say good-night to the other remaining co-workers finally able to go home. It doesn't take long before the halls are completely vacated and empty except for the two of you still slaving away in front of the bright monitors for hours into the night.

"Where are you going?" you ask Daishou who is returning to his seat after disappearing down the hall again. "This is the third time in the last hour. Are you shitting in the toilets or dumping all the work on me?"

Daishou comes by your desk and leans on the back of your chair. "Just making some phone calls. Want to go home now? It's getting late."

"Uh...work's not done yet."

"It's fine, let's have dinner first, we can just work remotely at my place. The bulk is done anyway."

You glance at the clock and ponder Daishou's offer. It doesn't hurt to leave a little early and continue the work later in a more comfortable setting. "Okay, let me pack."

After cleaning up the workstation and packing everything the two of you will need, you and Daishou are back in the hallway waiting for the descending elevator.

Daishou takes the heavy tote bag from your shoulders. “I’ll hold onto this,” he explains.

“Why so nice today, Suguru? First luring me over with food, the compliments, and suggestions to leave early…” You trace a finger along the line of his spine and observe, pleased with the nervous grin spreading on his face. “Someone’s losing patience, hm?”

Daishou gives you an ingratiating smile. “Princess, as fancy as our work is, we still work in client-services. What can I say, I live to serve and please.”

“Cheeky.”

The elevator arrives and the two of you enter the space.

"How long do you think we still need?" you ask Daishou.

"Must we talk about work, right now?"

"You're just horny, Suguru."

"Oh, so it's 'just' me, is that what it is?"

You shrug and admit, "Nah, I was wondering why you didn't suggest anything earlier when the office was empty."

"Baby, if you wanted me that bad, you should've just climbed on my lap."

You laugh at Daishou's retort and prepare a comeback. "I think—"

A loud screech sounds through the elevator and the lights flicker briefly before a jolt causes you to stumble. Your hand automatically flies to the handrail. Daishou also wraps an arm around you tightly to steady your balance.

"Is the..."

"Seems like we're stuck," Daishou comments.

You rapidly press the service bell button, but it's no use. "No one's picking up, it's like the signal got cut. Should've just taken the stairs!"

The cell signal is also terribly weak in the elevator space. There's nothing else to do but wait and see how things play out.

Daishou laughs dryly and smooths his hair back. "We work on the 18th floor, since when do we take the stairs?"

"There's that one evacuation drill..." you reply weakly.

Daishou raises an eyebrow, giving you a look that says, really now?

"You're right, we're doomed. Last moments and—"

"With the love of your life, isn't that pleasant a way to go?" Daishou tightens his arms around you. "Don't worry, it's all going to be okay."

You reciprocate and respond to his hug, while your brain searches for a solution. "I once saw on the internet that if the elevator drops, you have to time your jump right before the elevator hits the ground floor. Otherwise—"

"Shhh," Daishou shushes you quietly with a quick kiss. He rocks you from side to side and reassures you again that everything is okay.

"Trust me, it'll be okay. Let's just have a little fun while we're waiting," he suggests one hand already tracing up your thigh. "Maybe it'll relax all those nerves you've been holding onto."

Daishou wants to laugh. Whose nerves exactly? Do you have any idea how he’s been counting the minutes and seconds for this moment while you innocently worked on the project like the good, model worker that you are?

It took everything in him to somehow put down a few excel formulas and not shove the monitors onto the floor to fuck you senseless across the worktables. Not to mention, the pleasure of having those witty remarks that spurt out from that little mouth of yours replaced with incomprehensible whines and begs for your precious Suguru to fill you to the brim. And now that you also admit to thinking along the same lines earlier, Daishou knows the dirty little thoughts clouding into your mind already.

Some slut that you are, acting proper and put-together at work, basking in the praise from co-workers and the boss; they just don’t know how ten minutes after those morning touchpoint meetings, you are bouncing on Daishou’s cock in a hidden corner while the financial markets open for the day. It’s an art, really, the number of quicks you two manage to fit into the crevices of a busy office schedule. But that’s why Daishou is one of the best employees of the firm. Daishou Suguru works quickly. He works efficiently.

The patterns Daishou's fingers trace tickle and send shivers up the skin. His low voice and hot breath across your ear elicits a soft gasp as you press your thighs together in the tight, figure-hugging skirt, seeking some hidden relief for the needy throb inside. The scrap of fabric down there is barely able to soak up the wetness beginning to pool. You are pressed up against him for comfort and security, your breasts plush against his chest. Each inhale and exhale you take is a test of patience.

"T-there's a camera," you remind him through shaky breaths, eyes flickering to the black mechanism in the corner. This is your final thread.

Daishou eyes the camera that is staring expectantly at the tryst about to happen in the cramped space with a wicked grin. Like that has ever bothered you, but if you want to play coy, he’ll humor you. He pinches the soft flesh on your thighs. "But we both know you're an attention whore. Always wanting to be the center of attention?"

You bite your lip to stop a whimper and look away, unwilling to admit that Daishou is completely right. You're already squirming in anticipation and delight. How cute, Daishou savors before deftly undoing the first two buttons of your crisp blouse. He has all of your clothes memorized, and how to take them off in the least amount of steps. At this point, it's completely second nature, and even if it isn't, the particular outfit you are wearing today has a special pedestal in Daishou's memory of interests. He pulls the tucked fabric apart to expose your delicate neckline and the soft curves of your breasts in the bra.

Oh, this one? What a coincidence then. He buries his face into the crook of your neck and deeply inhales the scent of your lingering fragrance. His hot breath and tantalizing lips drag across your collarbone, brushing your sensitive skin.

"So fucking sexy. Let's put on a show shall we?"

The thread snaps.

You harshly tug on the Daishou’s tie and capture his lips with yours. Daishou presses his body even closer, resting a forearm right above your head to cage you against the elevator wall. You wrap your arms around his neck, threading your fingers through his hair, as you meld into the searing kiss. The zipper of your skirt is tugged and the fabric is pushed up to your waist. His hand snakes up your thigh and a thumb hooks the side of your panties, pulling the soaked scrap down.

"Step," he instructs, pulling your panties down all the way and guiding your heeled feet out. "Don't want them dropping on the floor," he says, tucking the bunched fabric into his shirt pocket.

"Touch me, please," you beg, pulling Daishou back to you. You grab his hand and lead him to between your legs, grinding yourself against his thick fingers for some relief.

“No need to rush, the elevator isn't getting fixed anytime soon," he coos, "We're not going to get distracted this time."

Daishou spreads your lips apart and rubs along your sensitive bud, coating his digits with your slick. "Fuck, you're so wet already," he marvels before slipping a finger in and then another.

Daishou pumps his fingers in and out of your sopping pussy, occasionally dragging over to circle your clit. "That's it, isn't it?" he groans, feeling your walls clench around his fingers when he finds the spot that has you falling apart into streams of whines and mewls.

Daishou withdraws his fingers and brings the glistening digits up for you to see. "How much are you enjoying this? Wanting to be fucked in an elevator, watched by who knows who behind that camera."

You whimper and watch Daishou take the coated fingers in his mouth, licking off every drop of you. "You taste so good," he breathes, before pulling you into a kiss and letting you have a taste of your own arousal.

You break out of the kiss and turn around, resting your hands on the handrail. "S-Suguru, want you in me," you beg. You bend over just enough for your Daishou to see how much more wet you've gotten from tasting yourself on him. Your glistening hole is dripping and desperately clenching around nothing.

"Patience, princess." Daishou quickly unbuckles his belt and lets the cock pressing against his tight slacks spring free. He prepares to give himself a few more strokes but you reach behind and slap his hand away, replacing the hand on his cock with your own.

"Fuck," he groans, bucking his hips into your hands. "Always the impatient one."

"Hurry...please."

The building anticipation is making your knees weak and head dizzy already. You keep both hands on the handrails for support and squirm over trying to better line yourself for that thickness you need to fill your hole.

"Shit, stop teasing me!"

Beep.

The emergency intercom you pressed when the elevator first malfunctioned finally lights up. The line connects after a moment of static and radio noise and temporarily shocks a thread of rationality into your thoughts.

"Hello? Hello? Are we connected now, finally? Hello? Can you hear me?" the voice urges from the other end.

"Ah-" you gasp out, feeling Daishou fingers draw out slow circles on your clit. You press your lips tightly together to muffle a moan.

"Ma'am? Ma'am, can you hear me?"

Daishou leans next to your ear. "Answer them, sweetheart." The tip of his cock teases the entrance of your pussy, running along the wet lips. "Do well and I'll give it to you."

You manage, with difficulty, squeak out, "Y-yes!"

"Good girl."

Your legs buckle slightly when you feel Daishou's thick cock being pushed into you, finally giving you the gratification you have been craving during Daishou's ministrations.

"Oh, careful now, don't want you falling over," Daishou's grip on your hips tightens and he groans at how warm, wet and tight you are around him. "Fuck, you feel so fucking good," he mutters under his breath.

The speaker buzzes again. "Great, finally connected. Ma'am are you doing okay still?"

"Yes!" you cry out as Daishou gives a firm and deep thrust; a wave of pleasure shoots through you.

"Don't panic, our team is already coming—" The line disconnects as abruptly.

Daishou revels at how your soft walls hug and clench around him. By all means, he didn't expect the interruption happening at all. It seems like you are not the only impatient person, he wonders, before flashing a nasty look at the camera in the corner and flipping said object off.

"Come on, princess,” he encourages and pats the side of your ass lightly. “Let me hear how pretty you sound."

"Sugu—" you gasp out, feeling the tip of his cock rocking into you. "R-right there right, ah—"

"Yea, you like that?" Daishou groans, pushing into you again feeling your walls clamp around him so tightly. So perfectly. It's addicting and all he can do is thrust in and out, over and over again. Each time seeking out the sounds of your pretty moans when you are completely filled and stuffed with him.

Lewd squelches and the slaps of skin meeting flesh fill the elevator space, along with Daishou’s grunts and your pants. Your hips meet each of Daishou’s thrusts in perfect rhythm, taking his entire length until the base. You can feel each stroke dragging along your walls, the size and length of his cock pushing against your tightness and prodding your cervix.

Neither of you can bother with any other distractions now that bliss is just teetering on the edge. Daishou pulls out and turns you around so you face him. He then scoops you up from under your ass with your legs spread over his forearms and hoists you up against the elevator wall. You feel the stinging cold from the cylindrical edge of the handrail as a dubious support against your heated skin.

"Suguru!" you squeal out, "I'll fall! I'll—"

"I got you, don't worry," Daishou reassures, "You're okay, I won't let you fall."

Once he feels your arm wrapped tightly around his shoulders, Daishou slides into you again with a loud squelch.

"We're right outside now! Won't be long before we get you two out." A loud voice calls out from beyond the shut elevator doors.

"Smile for the camera, princess," Daishou encourages before picking up the pace, chasing the high that's just around the corner. His thrusts become faster and rougher, hitting your sweet spot deep inside you over and over again making your mind spin. The countless reflected images of Daishou's unrelenting pursuit and speed, and the expression of your fucked out face collide together in a blurry, infinite kaleidoscope.

“Gonna cum! Gonna-”

All thoughts leave your mind with each ragged breath as you near your own edge. You can only cling onto Daishou tightly, nails digging into his shoulder and back. You don't hear the sounds of mechanical whirring outside the elevator. Whatever it is that the people are shouting outside does not matter. The bright lights don't make any sense to you anymore. You don't even remember what Daishou Suguru looks like.

The blank stare from the camera is the last thing you see before you squeeze your eyes shut, face tucked in the crook of Daishou’s neck, and body feeling like putty in his arms. All that's left is the euphoria sparking through and broken syllabylic babbles you struggle to utter out.

With a few final thrusts, Daishou grunts and pulls you completely flush against his hips, finally spilling himself into you. Release after a long day never feels this sweet, Daishou muses as he holds your languid body close. Each deep breath you take only pushes your soft breast against his chest, and Daishou can feel your spasming walls still hugging him. He peppers a few kisses on your sweat covered brow. So good, so fucking good.

The voices and mechanical whirs outside interrupt Daishou’s moment.

That’s right, we’re still in this damn elevator. Daishou carefully pulls out his softened and twitching cock and lowers your wobbly form down from your make-shift seat. He takes a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the drool from your face then lightly dab away the trail of mixed fluids seeping out of your puffy cunt. The overly saturated handkerchief does a poor job soaking away the mess the two of you made.

Daishou reaches for the crumpled panties he shoved into the shirt pocket, but decides against letting you wear it. In your current state, your legs are like a newborn deer, barely able to support you let alone try to maneuver into underwear.

"Once we get back to my place, I'll draw us a bath.”

The increasingly loud mechanical clamor and sounds of the elevator workers pull you out of your daze for a moment too. You try to fumble around and haphazardly button your shirt, but the buttons miss their proper buttonhole by one. You pout and look at Daishou who just buckled his belt and tucked in the edges of his crumpled shirt. He looks ready for a client meeting already, if not for the obvious smell of sex clinging into him.

Daishou chuckles at your state and helps you slip into his long coat. He kisses your brow again in apology. "Sorry baby, just bear with it for a moment."

"Hungry."

"Yes, yes. I'll order your favorite too, like I promised."

You nod, pleased with his answer.

Ding.

The doors of the elevator open, to the relief of the elevator workers outside. They were in the process of getting ready to pry the doors open, but it seems like the elevator is back to normal already.

"Sir, Ma'am, we apologize for our tardiness."

Daishou waves a hand. "Not at all, it was fine. My girlfriend," he nods to your hidden form in the coat, "a bit frazzled, that's all."

Daishou's coat is like a bathrobe and hides absolutely everything. Turn up the collar, hide your face in Daishou's neck, and no one can see the mess that you are still underneath the thick layer. If they don't look, they won't know about the cum that's already dripping out and trailing down the curves of your legs into your scuffed heels.

"Is she okay? If there are any problems, we can direct you to-"

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of her. Thanks for helping fix the elevator." Not that there was anything wrong with it to begin with.

"We'll be inspecting all the elevators in the building as well. We assure you this will never happen again."

The musty smell of sweat and sex is all that lingers in the elevator, but it'll dissipate soon enough. Maybe there are tiny puddles of your juices on the tiles but the 5 A.M. cleaning workers will wipe it all away. By tomorrow, the elevator and rest of the building will be just the way it always is again. The stainless steel is cold, and the glass panels are pristine. In the early hours of the morning, leather shoes and heels will be strutting around on the marbled floors. Phone calls. Printers. Clients. Meetings. And more overtime.

Daishou smirks to himself, supporting just about your entire weight. His phone rings in his coat pocket. He reaches for the device and answers the call. Those bastards.

"Heh, glad you enjoyed the show you fucker. And tell Kenma, 'that was a dick move he pulled back there.'"

He listens to the response from the other line.

"Yea sure, thanks for hacking the system...uh huh, tell him to cum in your dirty sock-rag then...yea whatever, go eat shit."

Daishou ends the call and shoves the phone into his pocket.

"Su-gu-ru..." you mumble.

"Yes princess?"

"...Pitchbook..."

Daishou presses a light kiss to your forehead. "Don't worry about it, sweetheart."

Even all fucked out, you still manage to not forget about corporate responsibilities, some overachieving show-off you are. After getting you cleaned up and warm, he'll finish up any remaining work. Daishou Suguru works quickly. He works efficiently.

#haikyuu smut #hq smut #daishou x reader smut #daishou smut #daishou x reader #tw exhibitionism #tw voyeurism #emi.freshtea #ch daishou #in celebration of cleaning up the main whooowheeewhoo #🍵.daishou

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moonlightflower21 · 5 years ago

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Sometimes people aren't meant to be in relationships...

"We need to talk..." The deep voice of your mutant turtle boyfriend filled the room and you turned towards the window, a neutral expression on your face. As bad as it was, he was the last person you wanted to end the night with. Lately everything had been different. Your interaction with him depended on the entirety of his mood. He deemed he was too busy for you but you had drop everything just to be there for him? This wasn't how relationships worked. Granted, this was his first hur even after trying to talk to him, he was the equivalent of a brick wall. Just go through one ear and out the other.

"What?" You answered, sitting down on your bed. A fluffy blanket draped your legs, tiredness crawling in your veins. Hopefully he would go soon, for you really couldn't be asked for his bullshit.

"You haven't called in days, what's going on??" He asked, leaning against the wall with an accusing brow. Yours were now raised, wondering if he was actually being serious. Oh, so now he cared??

"What does it look like?? I'm in bed. And I didn't call because I simply didn't want to. I am not obliged to talk to you everyday especially if you cannot be bothered to put in the effort either" Your fingers gripped the blanket tightly, hoping he was able to pick up on the signs and leave. But he didn't, of course he wouldn't.

"It's like I don't know who you are anymore. You suddenly seem to busy to do anything with me. And when I ask, you leave promptly. How can I put in effort when you can't even be around me anymore!" He snapped, you could practically see the steam coming from his ears. But anger bubbled in your stomach and you stood, ripping the blanket off and throwing it away from you. Any and all signs of tiredness and exhaustion flew out of your body and rage filled the spot instead.

"Who the fuck do you think you are??? Walzing into my bedroom, accusing me of absurd things! Why should I even make the effort?? Everything is always about you! All our talks, all our interactions. When was the last time you've asked me if I was okay?? I'm just a thing you like having on your elbow, something to show off to your brothers but you know what?? I can't do it! I don't give a fucking damn if you're upset because you've made me feel like shit for months! But have I ever made you feel bad about it??" You yelled, watching his figure stiffen and clench at the tone of your voice. You've never raised your voice at him like this before.

But he wasn't a child, he was a full grown adult that had to understand that life isn't easy. Everyone has problems and issues and he isn't the one in the entire world that has it hard.

"And while we're at it, your number one excuse is always your ninjitsu responsibilities and I understand. Believe me, if I didn't I would've left months ago. But suddenly it's my fault these people don't appreciate the work you do for them! Am I supposed to go to every resident in the city and praise you??"

"That's quite enough, Y/N!-" He started but you stopped him there. He wanted to open the bottle of faults and blame, you sure as hell were going to make him understand it was a two way situation.

"Be quiet. I'm not done" You seethed, fists clenched so tightly you were sure your fingernails had penetrated the first layer of your skin. But you couldn't bring yourself to care, your entire body felt hot. Anger, disappointment, bitterness, pain, everything swirled in your head and poured out of your mouth.

"You don't know HALF the shit I'm going through. You obviously don't care so please, tell me what the fuck is this relationship?? For you to dump all your problems on me?? As a partner, I will listen and console you when needed. But I draw the line now, I am not your therapist. You don't bother listening to me, so now it's the same. I don't care what happens to you, Leonardo" Hands raised in surrender, you step back maintaining the eye contact. You heard a soft gasp coming from him as you spilled your true feelings but you couldn't care less. Actually it felt refreshing to say everything that was weighing you down, able to finally fucking breathe.

"What are you saying?" He whispered, voice hoarse. Pins felt like they flooded his throat, following all the way down to his chest. Puncturing his heart. As if everything was on a standstill, the words fell from your lips slowly. And yet, he couldn't do anything to stop them.

"Isn't it obvious? I can't do this anymore. Mentally and physically. I can't be the person you want me to be. And clearly you're not happy with who I am-"

"I am! God, Y/N, I love you for who you are-"

"No you don't. Like I said, you fell in love with the idea of having a partner. But you don't love me for who I am. You want me to be someone who benefits you and you only. I just.... I can't do it" You laughed, however he knew there was anything but humour in your tone.

It hurt you to say the next words but you know he has to hear them, in order for you both to move on. You wouldn't have ever thought you could say it to his face but boy, life sure works in crazy ways.

"Leonardo, I just.... I don't love you" You utter calmly, glancing at those stormy irises. You know he won't break down in front of you but you can sense his sadness from here. It made you feel weird, you weren't ever the cause for his grief.

Leo didn't think he heard you correctly, expecting you to break out in a smile and yell it's all a joke. But your face spoke otherwise. Hands folded, stance rigid, he knew you meant business.

"So this how it's going to end? When... when did this happen?" He sniffs, both eye brows raised trying his ultimate best to not cry in front of you. You knew what he was referring to but was it ever acceptable to tell a partner when you fell out of love with him? It would be too much for him to handle.

"I don't know-" "Tell me" He commands, his stature matching yours and you shrug your shoulders. Fine, you had warned him. See if he can handle the cold truth.

"Around two weeks ago. I realised that this relationship... well, I've already told you" You eye his features. Though he seems unfazed, his eyes tell a different story.

"Okay..." He brushed a hot tear away, knowing it was only going to be the first of many to arrive. His heart pained immensely, as though someone had a tight grip around it. Slowly but surely breaking piece by piece.

"I'm sorry... for everything I've put you through. I'm sorry I couldn't be the person you needed. And I'm so sorry for ever treating you like you didn't matter" He turned to look at you, his sapphire eyes shining with the unshed tears. It just twisted the knife that was in your heart. The tears shouldn't be there, he shouldn't have to feel like this. Your arms pitched with the urge to hold him, pretend that it was all going to be okay. Because even if he put you through hell, you still loved him. And that was what you hated the most. Even after everything, why did your heart still beat for him?

"Just close the window when you leave" You turn away, picking up the tossed blanket on the floor. He nods, taking a deep breath. Feeling another hot tear leave his eyes unwillingly, he obliged. He didn't know what he had expected anyway. You to wipe his tear and kiss away his pain? In another world perhaps, but here? Only a turmoil of pain and he was right in the centre. Quietly, the window gently closed as he vanished in the night.

You had taken a deep breath but your lungs felt empty. Heart heavy, body numb, the pain you tried to keep in all night dripped down your cheeks. Continuous hot tears rolled down and you hadn't the energy to wipe them away. And funnily enough, through this you could feel your heart slowly being relieved. Slowly being let out of the shackles it once was pinned in.

Leo didn't know where he was going, anywhere but his home. Jumping from rooftop to rooftop, the tears blurred his vision. Stinging his eyes, burning his cheeks but they were unstoppable. Hearing a loud roll of thunder in the distance, he knew he should have gone home. But he wasn't able to face his family. What a horrible day.

One minute he was on the ledge and the next he felt himself toppling off the edge. Through his heartbreak, he must've miscalculated a step and toppled down the long building. His body banged into the walls, scratched roughly by the bricks until he was thrown into the ground with a loud bang. He was so lucky it wasn't packed and crowded.

Surrounding by the bin bags, drenched with rain, he couldn't hold it in anymore. A shaky cry overcame his body, heavy sobs racking his entire body. He felt like he couldn't breathe, hands trembling trying to console himself. The cries felt like they came from his very soul, gasping for air that never reached his chest. Everything hurt around him. And as if the sky was in agreement, the drizzle of rain became heavy; drenching his very core.

His calf burned, excruciating pain shot up his leg if he added the slightest bit of pressure. Skin was torn from his shoulders and his head felt like it had been punched several times relentlessly.

The rain washed his body, stinging his wounds and carrying the blood away. He heard his phone go off but he hadn't the courage to answer it just yet. He needed help but he couldn't bear to look at anyone. He was where he belonged, with the trash and the dirt. He deserved the hate from other people. He deserved your anger. If only he was able to truly see how you were, maybe this could have been prevented.

Some people didn't deserve love, maybe he was one of them.

No, he was one of those people.

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cordonia-continued · 5 years ago

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Captivated

Chapter 22

AU - TRR Liam x MC (Riley Taylor)

A/N - Set after the Tariq scandal is cleared. Liam ends his engagement to Madeleine and proposes to MC as per the original story, but Riley turns him down. This AU follows their life from then on.

NSFW

Word count - 2,528

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Bastien pushes Madeleine up against the ballroom wall, his body moves closer in front of her, pinning her there with his hips, putting himself between her and the faceless and nameless attacker that’s stormed the palace. She lets out a sensual gasp as she feels his hard muscular body pressing into her soft curves.

“Like it a bit rough do you Your Grace?” He purrs into her ear, his rough beard scratching against the smooth porcelain skin of her neck.

“How very dare you.” She simpers. “You’re just here to protect me.” She presses her full breasts against his chest, grinding her curvaceous hips into him, she feels his arousal thick against her pelvis. Her eyes dart around the chaotic ballroom.

“Worried about being seen with me?” He whispers nuzzling into her soft fragrant skin. “What would the court think if they saw you with a commoner like me.” He raises his thick dark eyebrows, his chocolate brown eyes staring into hers with unabashed lust and desire. Madeleine’s heart beats wildly in her chest, she can’t remember Bastien ever grunting out more than five words to her before now. Without thinking about anyone around them she leans forwards and captures his lips in a passionate, hungry kiss all thoughts of the mystery attacker pushed aside. His beard tickles her face as his insistent hips grind into her core, she looks down at the large bulge in his pants with longing in her eyes. Bastien follows her gaze and smirks.

“Don’t worry, I’ll let you ride it Countess. I’ll show you how well a working class commoner like me can treat a posh pussy like yours.” His rough sultry words light a fire within her and send blood pulsing down to her centre, an ache throbs between her legs. His hands tangle in her hair as his lips meet hers again, his tongue demanding access to her mouth. Suddenly a loud alarm echo's out across the ballroom startling them both. Madeleine wonders why it sounds so loud, as if its right next to her head, and so familiar, as if its a sound she’s heard before...

Madeleine reaches a hand out to her bedside table as she blindly gropes around for her mobile phone. She immediately silences it as soon as she locates it and snuggles back down into the duvet, hoping her sleepy mind will wander back to the dream she’s just been rudely interrupted from. She’s barely had time to nestle back into her cosy pillows before it rings out again, loud and shrill in the otherwise silent room. Groaning she pushes her silk sleep mask up onto her forehead and forces her eyes open. She glances at the illuminated clock on the table next to her, the neon green numbers dance and blur before her sleep filled eyes as she squints to make them out – 04:38 it reads. Whoever the hell is calling her before dawn is going to be on the receiving end of a piece of her mind she thinks to herself cursing under her breath. She answers without looking at the caller ID.

“What?” She barks into the handset. “Jim who?” Her patience is wearing very thin with this early morning wake up call already. “Jim Baxter? Oh Jim. Sorry, of course I know who you are, why on earth are you calling me at this ungodly hour?” Madeleine curses giving her personal number to the smarmy yet undeniably hard working media mogul, office hours to him are an unknown concept. Suddenly the fog clouding her sleep deprived brain clears and she bolts upright in bed. “What? Are you sure?” She asks incredulous at what he seems to be telling her. “No, no I don't have a comment or a statement at the moment. Where did you hear this?” Her usual professionalism has returned as she rises from her bed and makes her way into her dressing room. “Right. Leave it with me and I’ll find out what's happening and get back to you. Jim, how long have I got until this makes the news?” Her stomach drops when he gives her an impossibly short deadline. “I’ll call you within the hour.”

Madeleine takes a cold shower and dresses quickly, taking time to check her appearance in the mirror and carefully apply mascara and her trademark red lipstick. She finds her phone where she left it tangled in her bed covers and scrolls through her contacts, locating Jacob Henley’s number. He answers it with a croaky voice sounding thick with sleep.

“Is she with you.” Madeleine barks at him as soon as he says hello.

“Good morning to you too. How lovely to have a wake up call from you this morning countess.” He replies. Madeleine can hear the smug smile that she knows is on the cocky but undeniably good looking agents face.

“Jacob I don’t have time for your bullshit today.” She admonishes him.

“You know I love it when you talk dirty to me.” Madeleine bristles. His incessant flirting with her was enticing to begin with and she stupidly encouraged it, however right at this moment it’s infuriating.

“Jacob. Is. She. With. You?” She says enunciating each word slowly and purposefully with a hope to him understanding the gravity of the situation.

“Madeleine.” He purrs. “I have no idea what you are talking about. Is who with me? I’m guessing you mean Riley?” He sighs and shifts in his bed untangling himself from the brunette reality TV star who’s snoring softly next to him. Madeleine hears him let out a groan as he stretches his body out.

“I paid you to to get close to her, to get a few candid photos taken in public so they split up or to make her fall in love with you so that she leaves him. Now she’s done that you need to keep your end of the deal, send me pictures of her with you now, the more incriminating the better.” Madeleine snaps. “You’re causing me a headache right now. I need to issue a press statement clearing up this stupid issue of where she is, she’s with you isn't she?”

He sighs, as much as he hates to admit defeat it’s clear to him he will never be more than a friend to Riley, and if he keeps pushing his luck trying to get the pictures Madeleine wants he won’t even be that soon.

“Madeleine we both know that’s never going to happen, this plan of yours isn't working, she’s not going to leave him, she’s not with me.”

“Just shut up for a second will you.” She snaps pressing a hand to her eyes. “I paid you to get rid of her from Liam’s life, now what the fuck have you done with her? Where is she?”

Jacob bolts upright in bed as what Madeleine is saying to him sinks in. “What? What the fuck are you talking about? I only spoke to her yesterday morning, she said nothing about leaving him. Is this what the call from that gruff kings guard was about last night? What the hell has happened? Why is everyone asking me where she is?” He fires questions at her making her head spin.

“I don’t know what’s going on.” Madeleine admits. “I got a call from Jim Baxter, you know the media mogul who owns half of the newspapers and TV stations in Cordonia. They’ve had word that she’s missing. It must be one hell of a story if he’s calling me himself. If I find out you and her have some little scam going, I swear I will hunt you down, cut off your bollocks and wear them as earrings.” Jacob knows the countess doesn't make idle threats.

“Madeleine I swear I have no idea where she is. What’s Liam said about it? Let me know as soon as you hear from her, please? Despite what you think about me Madeleine, I do actually really care about Riley you know.” Jacob’s heart leaps from his chest to his throat, he doesn't just care about Riley, he admits to himself, he’s totally and utterly in love with her.

“Ugh whatever. Just call me if you hear from her. And do not engage with the press, leave that to me.” She hangs up without waiting for a response and makes her way to the palace offices to see if she can find out what’s going on.

****

Bastien’s team and the police work continuously through the night on locating Riley. Liam and Drake stay in the conference room with them the entire time, surviving on cups of strong coffee. Olivia finally retired to bed in the early hours insisting they wake her if anything happens.

As Madeleine enters the room her eyes dart around taking in the number of people and activity going on around her. She notices Liam and Drake slumped in armchairs at the back of the room and makes a beeline for them.

“Liam, you look like shit. What the hell is going on in here? Please tell me the rumours I’ve heard are not true.” She barks at him. He groans. He could do without her snark right now.

“Madeleine what exactly is it that you’ve heard?”

“That Lady Riley is missing. I guess from the activity in here that it’s true? Don’t tell me she finally left you and ran off with that cocky agent of hers?” Her full painted red lips curl up into a cruel smirk.

“Madeleine.” Drake warns her. “Not now ok.” She turns to him as if she’s only just noticed his presence and curls her lip in disdain.

“I am the Royal Communications Director, it is my job to know what’s going on. I shouldn’t have to hear it by being woken in the early hours by Jim god damn Baxter asking for a statement.” She folds her arms across her chest and sticks her chin up defiantly.

“We were trying to keep it quiet Madeleine.” Liam snarls through gritted teeth. “The police think she’s been taken.”

“As ever Liam, you have done a wonderful job of keeping your private life out of the media.” She states sarcastically. “What do you mean taken?”

Her voice is shrill and it hurts Liam’s sleep deprived brain. He winces as he replies.

“I mean kidnapped for fucks sake Madeleine, what the hell do you think I mean!” He shouts the last part at her. Madeleine’s eyes grow wide and Drake knows it has more to do with the normally placid kings uncharacteristic outburst than the fact that she’s hearing about Riley’s potential kidnapping. The agents working around them look up in surprise at the disruption. Liam lowers his voice again. “The police have agreed that they don’t want any news reports scaring whoever’s got her into doing something stupid.” He looks at the floor so she doesn’t see the tears pooling in his eyes.

“Why was I not informed of this! This is unacceptable. We need to work on a statement right away. My phone has been blowing up all morning. The press have obviously got hold of the story from somewhere. Something about a café owner on Main Street being questioned yesterday afternoon. Liam we need to take control of this before any news channels pick it up.”

“No!” He says firmly.

“Liam, they are going to run the story anyway. We need to get ahead of the curve and put our own spin on this.” She snaps back equally as firmly.

“Madeleine this is not some fucking PR stunt. Contact the Chief of Police, Officer Beckett. Work with him on what they want put out to the press. Do not do anything without his say so. Is that clear?” Liam orders.

She crosses her arms over her chest. “Liam, I need to get something out within the next half an hour or it’ll be speculated about on breakfast news. We need to draft something together. This should come from the palace not the police.”

He’s finally lost his patience with her and lets out an explosion of pent up anger.

“NO! Madeleine I have given you a direct order and I expect it to be followed!” He bellows. The police and agents working around them share sheepish glances with each other as activity around them ceases and the room goes deathly silent. He turns to his best friend in the chair next to him.

“Drake I can’t deal with her right now, get her out of here.” Liam’s normally kind blue eyes are cold, grey and steely and Drake immediately rises silently from his seat and leads a shocked and open mouthed Madeleine out of the room.

Olivia passes them in the hallway. “Drake, Countess Madeline. I assume from the lack of calls overnight that there’s no update?” Madeleine stalks off down the hall without pausing, ignoring them both.

“No Liv, nothing. I don’t even know if they are any closer to finding out what happened. The press have got a hold of the story. Maddie is off to draft a statement with the Chief of Police. Liam just tore her a new one, he had me escort her out.” He raises his eyebrows at Olivia.

“He’s still in a state then?” She questions, already knowing the likely answer.

“Yeah. Although he’s still putting on a brave face. I’m gonna go and shower and change and see if I can get my head down for an hour. See if you can get him to do the same. Call me if anything happens.” He walks off down the corridor as Olivia takes a deep breath and enters the conference room.

“Liam, you look like shit.” She kisses him on the cheek and sits in the chair next to him.

“Yeah, you’re not the first person to tell me that today.” He replies with no hint of humour or sarcasm in his voice.

“You need to go shower and change. Get something to eat. Try and sleep for a bit. I’ll stay here, I’ll call you if anything happens, ok.” Liam shakes his head.

“Olivia, I can’t. I need to stay here.”

Olivia takes both of his hands in hers.

“Liam, no one wants to see their king as a stinking mess, what would Riley think if she saw the state of you? Go and shower. Have some food. You’ll be no good to anyone if you burn out.” Liam knows if Riley was here she’d tell him to relax, to take deep breaths, to take care of himself. Stop worrying about me she’d say to him, I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself, I’m a New Yorker remember. Liam stifles a sob.

“I look that bad huh?”

“Yes you do. Now go.” Olivia pushes him up out of his seat.

“Make sure you call me straight away if anything changes.” The cold grip of fear still hasn’t left his chest and Liam feels its fingers tightening around his heart.

“Of course I will. Go.”

“Thank you Olivia.”

“You don’t have to thank me Liam.” He nods at her and leaves the room.

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smuttymess · 5 years ago

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bts astro soulmate reading | for elliot

This reading is for Elliot, a very sweet Yoonjin bias who sometimes (often) finds himself thinking about Kim Taehyung. Can you blame him? Thank you so much for your patience, love. I hope you enjoy and are staying safe a well. <3

A Cancer Sun and Libra Moon makes for a very mysterious, contradictory personality, with Cancer existing on a highly emotional and reserved plane while Libra yearns to roam, explore and adapt to their surroundings. You are all at once highly sociable, deeply enjoying the company of others, and private - often swimming away on your own to escape the harsh realities of the world - enjoying a cozy night in with a good book or podcast almost as much as a delicious dinner out with a large group of friends and acquaintances. Those who don't know you well may accuse you of being a bit unsteady, seeing all the ways in which you adapt to your surrounding and feed off of others energies. Your close friends and family know that you are just water and air, constantly seeking balance and harmony in your relationships above all else. All three of your placements are geared towards security and balance, and at your core you crave stability and a strong foundation in your home that is calming, peaceful and without too much tension or unpleasantness. It is because of this that you are drawn to creative artistic pursuits, though you likely hold a more traditional full time job to ensure you are financially secure and comfortable. Those possessing your star placements are innately empathetic, nurturing of others and self-critical of self. While your Virgo rising lends itself to additional self-criticism, towards others you are incredibly soft, sentimental, and supportive - if only you showed more gentleness towards yourself! It is likely that you are loved by many, serving as a strong emotional refuge for family and friends alike, who admire your compassionate, trustworthy and purposeful nature.

A true lover of life's simple wonders, you are likely to gravitate towards the arts, spending your free time exploring museums, galleries, concerts, and any other large gathering around creative ideals. On one particular early fall afternoon while exploring an outdoor exhibit in the city with friends, your eyes gravitate towards a man playing a piano in the square. His presence is magnetic to you, your eyes immediately drawn to his slouched posture as his fingers stroke each key, his face covered by short, black hair and a black cap. The shadow of the mysterious figure piques your curiosity, enough for you to approach him to have a closer listen, the melody floating through the crisp air of the changing seasons. It is almost as if in that moment nobody else is in the square - just you, the music and the mysterious gentleman - until his fingers stop moving, as if breaking from a trance. Fully immersed in his own world, he doesn't notice you standing there until several minutes later, his dark eyes moving to meet yours in a moment of instant attraction, one that only two water signs could possess.

Imagine your surprise when you find out that the presumably down-and-out aspiring artist is actually the esteemed Min Yoongi, a fact that he conceals until you're on your second or third date.

Ever the optimist and hopeless romantic, your Cancer Sun lives to love and be loved, both platonically and romantically - longing for a partnership that is all encompassing. This is amplified by your Venus in Leo, which makes you a lover of big love (think grand displays of affection, gift giving, and passionate quality time.) You want to spoil a partner, seeing no reason to skimp or cut corners for the people you love and expecting the same adoration in return. This is especially true once you fall hard, as it often takes some time for people to get past the barriers of your outwardly serious Virgo rising and your impenetrable deeper Cancer shell. At first you will keep your feelings close, waiting for the other party to reveal themselves to be genuinely trustworthy and open before letting them into your inner world. Once in love, you want to pull out all the stops, becoming the most nurturing, adoring lover - almost as if making up for lost time of keeping your emotions reigned in for so long. Yoongi's Pisces is also cautious in love, but it does not take long for him to show the range of his emotions, his romantic energy and empathy all at once making you feel secure and understood in ways that you do not often experience with other signs - signaling that it is okay to open up and be vulnerable. You are drawn to Yoongi's artistry that flows out of him, the sparseness of his words that hold meaning in every syllable, and he adores your compassionate nature - thinking of you as a true friend and companion, though the connection is very much a romantic one. A Cancer and Pisces are likely to spend countless hours tangled up in their sheets, hands softly caressing every inch of each other before even becoming overtly sexual. This is a duo that is incredibly intimate, enjoying savoring each and every delicious moment in each other's company and romantic spirits. You could undoubtedly spend the rest of your life laying next to Yoongi as his fingers graze your hair, cheek and neck, sweet nothings pouring into your ear. You naturally connect on an innately intimate level, the tone of his voice enough to rile you up long before his long, skilled fingers even begin to move down past your neck, chest and belly button. In bed, Yoongi brings a gentleness alongside just the right amount of kink to set you on fire.

Your desire for romance cannot be outweighed, however, by stability and comfort. A Cancer, while a hopeless romantic, is not excited by the idea of a tumultuous, unpredictable love wherein.spontaneity reigns. While you are ruled by water as a Cancer, your Libra heart and Virgo moon crave balance and relative predictability - something that our Pisces Yoongi wants but often escapes him in his quest for greatness. Yoongi's Venus is in Aries, making his love is a bit more impulsive and spontaneous, Ultimately, after many nights in bed alone with your partner huddled in his studio, you realize that Yoongi's more free-flowing Pisces spirit proves to be a bit too fluid for your Cancer heart. The dissolution of this relationship is extremely challenging given your shared emotional depths, and there is surely a continuation of the relationship via long, late night phone calls and sentimental texts until one of you breaks it off to preserve your sanity and wellbeing. This is a pairing that makes a lifelong, profound impact on each other, likely prompting Yoongi to write some of his best work to date.

A Cancer Sun and Libra Moon is not likely to be single for too long, very much preferring the company of a romantic partner to single life. Luckily for you, people are inherently drawn to your warmth, which lies beneath the surface of your Virgo rising but is quickly detectable by some. You're happy to find yourself approached by a handsome stranger while browsing through an indie record shop downtown, his fingers floating across the top of the album you've taken interest in. That's a great album, are you a fan? You aren't sure how long you are in the shop chatting up the boy, who introduces himself as Kim Namjoon, before you're off to grab a coffee at a nearby cafe.

It takes many months of seeing Namjoon the Virgo - who would prefer to be alone with a good book than in the presence of bad company - to reveal a more emotional side of himself. Despite approaching you first, Namjoon is not exactly suave, his endearingly goofy mannerisms a result of his high level of independence and time spent in solitude away from prying eyes. This relationship begins as more of a friendship with two generally cautious people tiptoeing around their emotions, wondering who is going to take the risk of revealing their true self first. But after some time it becomes clear that his more business-like, stoic Virgo exterior does not stand much of a chance against the depths of your Cancer emotion and Libra charm. When partnered, you are your person's biggest cheerleader, and it is your emotional range and empathic powers that can successfully soften the coldest heart as you only see the good in others - never the bad. Early on, much of the relationship is spent with you intently listening to his ramblings or championing his many professional creative endeavors - his words like poetry to you as he workshops new lyrics, projects, or his dreams of the future that he will so clearly put into action as a result of his . The Virgo is happy to open his mind to you over countless walks along the river or through lush parks outside of the city, a bond forming from your desire to be needed and wanted if even as a supportive listener. He senses your genuine interest in his thoughts - not for his status as a celebrity but who he is as a person. Your empathic qualities, while natural to you, are also a form of protection against getting hurt: speak less frequently, and you won't need to reveal many of your insecurities around your own potential. More than anything, Namjoon wants you to open up and let him in to your world. your innate strengths and talents, bringing you away from all of your negative self-talk and doubt around your abilities - something he can relate to deeply as a Virgo Sun. Maybe it is the warmth of his brown eyes as he tells you how special you are, or the way the sun rays perfectly hit his brown hair, but you can't help but believe him.

Once you are able to move into understanding on a deeper level, you find that Namjoon is one of the most sentimental, loyal people you've ever known. Namjoon's Venus is in Scorpio, meaning that despite any hurt he has experienced in the past, he is a true romantic at his core, looking for his one true love and willing to devote it all to that special person. The Scorpio is notably possessive in love, which serves to both frustrate and excite you in just the right ways. While your Libra moon may be naturally flirtatious, Namjoon is the one that holds your heart, and you enjoy being consumed by his love through song and writing - with his Mercury in Libra, you are likely to be his muse in all things creative. This is a pairing that can spend endless hours nestled in bed reading a book, bouncing ideas off of each other, and exploring each other's hearts before diving into the physical. You, Cancer, are the sexual initiator, wanting to know him body and soul - exposing him to an entirely new emotional plane of sexual connection. For the Virgo man, sex is often just another thing to be skilled at, and you are able to expose the innately vulnerable, emotional, and outwardly animalistic nature of his sexuality. The sexual relationship between these two is almost transcendent, with you taking the reins as the boss to show him the ropes, allowing him to unlock a different side to himself and learn how to please you. As someone who gets off to the idea of learning and achieving, expect marathon sessions in each other's arms (and mouths).

Ultimately, Namjoon is the member best able to bring you the stability you crave alongside an unwavering emotional commitment, with an earthly ability to firmly ground you when you are lost at sea. He will allow you to swim into your solitude - as you need from time to time - but you can rest easily that he will always be there when you are ready to return to reality. More than anything Namjoon is a provider, his mind working over time to help you solve your problems and achieve your dreams with his quintessential Virgo intelligence and flare, likely pushing you to pursue your creative ideas full-time instead of shying away from your potential and making sure you have everything to feel secure. You are someone who becomes a better person when in love, flourishing under others affection, and with Namjoon you have a special opportunity to truly come into yourself and achieve more than you ever imagined. Meanwhile, you provide a level of nurturing that he so deeply desires and a softness that he so desperately needs and few others can provide. In this partnership, you are the caretaker of the physical and emotional realm, while he is a provider in a more literal sense: making sure you have everything you need financially to create a sanctuary home base curated for the two of you to create and restore yourselves when the day is done. This is a duo that is steadfast and secure, prioritizing home and family and partnership over frivolity and spontaneity, appreciating travel and gallery openings abroad but also knowing how to take comfort at home with nights in and a vinyl on a record player. It is in this secure, stable lifestyle that you are both stimulating and fulfilled. Overall, this astrological pairing is comprised of two very synchronized and amenable plane, existing on a very calm, comforting foundation that is impossible to shake.

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