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[fordysphoricboys]

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#transmasc #trans #trans boy #transboy #ftm #dysphoria #gender dysphoria #gender #dysphoric #lowkey depressed #pretty boy #handsome #aesthetic #men #boys #pretty boys #dat jawline tho #xoxo

[josefksays]

#Timothée Chalamet #Timmy #Dat smile #Jawline

[desswright29]

Soldier Girl

Warnings: (Smut 18+), Mentions of blood, Inexperience

Pairing: Mo WashingtonX Black Fem reader

word count: Baby ion know. Let it ride

A/N: Enjoy!!

I stepped out onto my porch couple hours ‘fo sundown. Going out to collect a bit mo’ wood for my oven and fire pit. I grab my axe throwing it over my shoulder, hiked up my dress and set out on my usual path, intendin’ to make quick work of me one of them dead tree’s in them woods near by. Don’t much happen ‘round these parts for me. No neighbors for miles and I grow all I need right chea on my land, only gotta make a trip to town ‘bout once a month. Built me a good size house and barn fo’ my animals, got a few chickens as well. I do damn well on my own and that’s how I likes it. 

  As I walk, gettin’ further down on my trail I noticed a horse tied to a tree a lil up yonder. As I got a bit closer, I found a man laying ‘gainst that same tree, hat covering his face, restin’ I reckon. But, I don’t take to kindly to folk trespassing on my land. So, I silently make my way cross the brush up to the restin’ fella. Fast as lightenin’ I brought my axe down to meet the side of his neck stopping short from cutting’ ‘em. Just as fast, I was met with the barrel of his Remington six-shooter. 

 “Who’s you and why is you in my woods.” I say real calm like. His other hand come up grabbing his hat placing it back on his head directly. He slowly turned his head toward me careful not to meet his neck with my blade. That’s when I got a view of his sharp jawline, perfect lips (not too full, not too thin), and the tip of his nose. Hm, look like he a handsome fella.

“I ain’t know’d nobody owned these here woods Ma’am I’s just passing through. Needed a rest thas all. I can be on my way.” That’s when he looked all the way up, I got a peak under that there hat, and I’ll be damned….

“You’s a lady!” I say. I wasn’t asking. I know a woman when I see one, and this one here  was one of the handsomest women I’d ever laid eyes on, it could take ya’ breath away. She looked at me, expression not changing. 

“Ma’am, I promise ion’t want no trouble. If you would lower ya blade, I could be on my way.”

“How ‘bout you lower dat gun first.”

“How ‘bout we do it together.”

“Fine by me.”

“A’right on three.” She say, gettin’ up real turtle like from her spot on the ground. “One.. two.. three”

We both put down our weapons and then fast brought ‘em back up. She looked at me and smirked. My stomach felt all fluttery. She put her gun down and I followed along wit my axe.

“What’chu doin’ out chea lookin’ like this gal” I say. Curious to know why she was out here masqueradin’ in men’s clothes.

“Just passin’ through ma’am. I’ll be on my way now.” I looked her up and down as she gathered her things to head out. Her clothes was covered in blood, she looked like she hadn’t rested in days. 

“Naw nie, you look like ya’ need some rest. That yo’ blood?”

“That ain’t yo’ bidness”

“Gon’ be my business if you want me to let ya’ rest here. It’s almost sundown and all this here my land. Where else ya gon’ go gal.”

She turned her head left and that’s when I saw the gash in her neck. I gasped.

“Somebody hurt you!”

“Don’t matter. They gone now” She say, mystery lying’ in her tone. Dat’ll be a story fo’ another time.

“Let me help ya.” I offer. “The sun gon go down in a few. I’s just gathering some wood so I can cook some dinner and light a fire to keep warm. My house just up yonder. You know these nights get freezing, and you look like you could use a hot meal. I got some water, apples, and some shelter for your horse too.”

She looked up into the sky and then back down at me with those eyes that was as deep as pools. Filled with stories. She nodded. 

“Well, lady I reckon I should know your name if you gon’ be my guest” I say.

“Mo. Mo Washington.” She say, with a tilt of her hat.

“Mo. I’m Y/n” I say with a nod.

“Nice to meet you Miss Y/n” She looked at me, sizing me up cautiously. 

“You ain’t gotta worry bout me lest you here to cause harm. You safe round here. Why don’t you help me gather up me some of this here wood and we can head on back.”

“Dat sound just fine Miss Y/n” Mo’ took off her jacket and threw it over her horses back, she rolls up her bloodied sleeves and takes the axe from my hands. 

“I’ll cut. You can load it on ol’ Blondie over there.” She pointed at her horse, and went to work. 

I watched her work. The veins protruding from her forearms as she gripped the axe and swung hitting the the stump she found with 

precision, easily breakin’ it down. She was strong, and I was intrigued. 

“What’s yo’ story? If you don’t mind me asking. How you end up here?” She brought the axe up and back down with a grunt, breaking the stump into another halve. I bit into my lip. My God.

“Once, I was set free, I decided to join the war. I watched them boys for awhile, and then I cut my hair bought a suit, walked on the base and picked up a uniform.” Grunt, slam. “Made enough money to get out and buy me a gold claim, so I can buy me and my people some land out this way. Ran into Tommy Walsh and his boys on the way to cash the claim, the coach crashed, ruined the claim.” Grunt, slam. “Long story short everybody dead and the good Lord saw fit to get me out alive, nie I’m tryna get far way from that place as possible.”

“You killed Tommy Walsh and his boys!?” My eyes wide as saucers. As a walked over gathering the wood she cut to stack on her horse back. She glanced over her shoulder at me. 

“Only cause I had to.” There them damn flutters again. 

“ Hm, So you’s a soldier. I ain’t never met no soldier gal befo’ “

“ We’ll I’m the only one I know of” she say walking up to me hand reachin’ out for a shake axe thrown over her shoulder. I reach and grab it, admiring how veiny and strong her hands are “So nice to meet ya.” She say, with a small smile. Our eyes met as we shook hands. The touch sent ‘lectricity through my body. Was it possible that I fancied this woman? The touch lingered a bit longer than normal. 

“Uh I-I reckon we got enough here. We should head back fo’ dark catch us.” I said letting go of her hand. She stepped back eyes still on me, she smirked a little before tying the wood to the horse and guiding Blondie towards my home as I led the way. 

The walk was silent as I walked beside her. I couldn’t help but to keep glancing’ her way. Lookin at the stride of her walk. All them cuts ‘n bruises and she still walked real smooth. This Mo smoother than any man I ever met. “You smell real pretty” I hear her soft voice break our silence. I smile. 

“I make my own soaps and butters out of some of the stuff I grow in my garden. I’ll let you choose some to wash with tonight. I know you’re dying for a good soak.”

Mo’ smiled and nodded, as we walk up to my home. I led her round back to the stables and gardens and got Blondie some apples, then led her over to the trough to tie her up so she could drink. Filling my witches pot with water to boil, I couldn’t help but feel a pair of eyes borin’ a hole into my back.

“How a lil lady like you get all dis here? You got a husband?” Mo’ say walking up on my porch with me. I scoff a bit. 

“I’m surprised a strong woman like yo’self would aks a question like that. Another woman can’t be jus’ as strong as you?”

Mo’ smiled using one side of her mouth. Tilting her head to the side a bit, her hat adding that mystery to her. It was almost seductive. 

“I ain’t said all that gal, I’m sure you plenty strong. You sho’ll stacked up to be.” A hint of what I believed to be flirtatiousness in her voice. Couldn’t be. 

Thank the Lord fo’ my chocolate skin though, cause I’d be red as a tomato from blushin’. I turn ‘round and head in the house with her following behind me. I can hear her chuckle. 

“To answer yo’ question Soldier gal, I built all this here m’self. I sell my soaps and things, milk from my cow, vegetables from my garden, and I do a bit of sewin’, to pay for supplies, and I do pretty damn good.”

“You out here all by yo’ lonesome?” Her eyebrow raised. 

“Yup, I do a good job handlin’ m’self too” 

Mo laughed, I knew then I’d do anything to hear that sound come from her again. 

“Yea, I got a piece of that when you had yo’ axe up ‘gainst my neck.”

I raised a confident brow and headed to the kitchen. 

“Got yo’self a nice place here Miss”

“Thank ya’ very much.” I smile big with pride. We should get you cleaned up fo’ dinner. Come on here, I’ll show you to the Wash room. First let me let you pick something to wash with. And get you some clean clothes.” I take her to my room pullin’ out my collection of soaps, oils, and butters.

“Whatever you wanna use just take it”

“You say you sell these?”

“Yea”

“How much?”

“Don’t worry about that I’m giving it to ya’”

“I can’t take from yo’ livelihood” 

“ Chile! It’s only a few lil thangs I got plenty just take it!”

“Awright, awright gal, Shucks!”She went through smelling the soap, until she got to one I could see she took a liken’ to. “That one right there I make out of bergamot and lemon, it would suit you well.”

There goes that smile again. I could just die. 

“I’m sure your waters done. I’ll go get it.” I say.

“Naw, I’ll take care of it. You can gon’ get started on that dinner.” 

“All right. I’ll leave you be. I layed out something comfortable for you to wear for dinner.” 

I decided to change into my thin white house dress to be a bit mo’ comfortable. I head back to the kitchen. And put on my apron, and pull out my chicken from the icebox, I’d  got it all seasoned and let it marinade through out the day. Figured I’d make chicken, peas, and cornbread. I got my oven all started up and got the food going. Once I got my cornbread in the oven, I decided to go and check on my guest. I walked to the wash room and knocked. 

“You doin’ aight in there?”

“I’m fine.. actually I was wondering if you had shampoo.”

“It’s in there in that lil cabinet. I could get it for you if you don’t mind me bein’ in there.”

“It’s fine.”

Slowly opening the door and making my way in, I see her in all her glor, soakin’ in the tub eyes shut head lying back relaxed. I walk to the cabinet and grab the shampoo. 

“ You know uh, I-I could wash it fa’ ya. You been through a lot gettin’ this far. I’m sure you could use a lil pamperin’. ” 

Mo opened her eyes, turning’ towards me lookin’ me directly in the eyes, she nods slowly. I move toward her, nealing at the side of the tub, grabbing my water cup to dip into the water and pour into her hair. I add the shampoo and began to massage it into her scalp. A deep groan come from Mo’s throat, she closed her eyes and sank deeper into the water. I smile and continue to lather rinse and repeat as I hum her a song. 

“Ain’t nobody handled me this gently since I’s a baby I reckon”

I smiled. And reached out a hand in front of her as I finished washing her hair. 

“ Here, let me get that sponge imma get ya back fa’ ya’”

Mo handed me the sponge and sat up. Surprisingly, she had a beautifully smooth back. I started washin’ her and she moaned meltin’ into my touch. The more sounds of approval I got the more it felt like an honor to cater to this here soldier gal. And I knew then, I did indeed fancy her. I wanted her more than I wanted to breathe right now.  

  I brought the sponge up from her back round her shoulders allowing her to sit back in the tub again. She leaned back and our heads were so close that I know she could feel my breath ticklin’ her ear. I held the sponge ‘gainst her upper chest and began to scrub. She brought her hand up to stop me and we locked eyes. Her eyes were filled with a confused type of desire, as our faces grew closer. I had to admit I was feeling the same. My head was confused but the throbbin at my core felt very sure. Our lips grew closer touching in the most gentle of kisses. Sendin my head swirling. I pulled back breakin’ away from those lips that were slightly rough, but in the most beautiful way.

“I’m sorry… I should go f-finish cookin” I say rushin out the do’.  What in the world was that?  I think as I start to fry my chicken.

A little later she come in the kitchen, dressed in  a fresh button up and some more twead slacks that I’d sewn to sell, smelling like fresh bergamot and her Afro damp and picked out, parted in the right side. My heart stuttered, as she sat down at the table, chair turned to face me. I pulled the cornbread from the oven. And feeling eyes on my backside I had to break the tension. 

“You like what you see soldier gal?” 

I turned to look at her, and she looked caught. Sitting man spread, leaned back in the chair hands restin cooly on her stomach, bottom lip trapped inbetween her teeth. Her eyes shot up to meet mine. 

“I I I’m uh sorry.”

“That’s not what I asked” I say, wiping my hands on my apron and walking towards her. A sudden burst of bravery hit me, I stopped right in front of her, her knees touching my shins. 

She shook her head to both sides absentmindedly. 

“I-it ain’t natural.” She says

“That ain’t what I asked neither. It ain’t nobody but me and you here, and I’m askin you, Do you. Like. What you see?” I ask bending over the chair holdin on to the seat of chair next to her thighs so I could be face to face with her. Her eyes locked on mine, and she nodded.

“Y-yea yea I reckon I do.”

“Is it comin’ natural to ya’? To like lookin’ at me?”

“I reckon so” she say breathin’ pickin’ up.

“Well that right there sound natural to me” I stood, leaving’ her breathless wantin’ mo’. I turned to go fix her plate. Putting a little extra somethin’ in my walk to give her a show. I could hear her let out a long sigh behind me. I fixed our plates and sat them down at the table, sitting next to her. 

“Eat up” 

“Look good” She say’s, but when I look up I see she’s looking at me. I bit my lip and  turned toward her. Reckoning’ she wasn’t hungry fo’ no food at the moment.

“When you lookin’ at me like that. What you thinkin?”

“I ain’t thinkin’ as much as I’m feelin’. “

“Well what you feelin’?” Her eyes lower in an undeniable lust, and her voice is lower than i remember when she speaks next. 

“Like I wanna kiss you, and I wanna feel you pretty lady. You gon’ let me do that?” She ask, leanin’ forward elbow on the table. 

I stand again. This time making my way over to her, I push her back in her seat, hiking up my dress I make myself comfortable with both legs on either side of her lap. 

“Do it please, kiss me, touch me. You can do whatever you want with me soldier gal”

She hungrily leaned in and connected our lips. Her hands gripped my waist as my arms snaked around her neck and I started to roll my body into her lap. Her hands lowered from my waist down to my backside givin’ it rough squeeze. She pulled away from the kiss, shocked. 

“You ain’t got on no drawers!?” She whisper yelled. I laughed heartily.

“I’on like wearing’ em round the house.” 

She growled low in her throat, and next thing I know I was being picked up and placed onto the table. Plates pushed to the side. Mo’ crawled on top of the table between my legs wrestlin’ with her shirt. I reached down helpin her untuck her shirt and I clumsily unbuttoned her pants as she got her shirt unbuttoned, and tossed to the side. Our lips connected again with her pressing her body into mine slowly grinding into me. I moan into her mouth reaching under her form fitting tank she still had on, touching the smooth skin of her firm stomach. 

“I ain’t never done this befo’” she manages to say between kisses. I pulled away and looked into her eyes. 

“Me neither, but it’s natural right. So we’ll just listen to our bodies. Do what they tell us to right?”

“Right.”

She leaned in, kissing my forehead, the tip of my nose, my lips, my chin, down to my neck. She took her time there. Sliding the straps of my gown down my arms revealing my breast. She looked down at them licking her lips. She went down further attaching her lips to my left breast while palming the other. 

“Ah! Mo” her name comes out as a sigh on my lips. She moans at my taste, bringing her tounge out flicking it over my nipple before reattachin herself suckin a bit harder. She moves on from that one showin the other some attention too. Then she squeezes them together burying her face into my breast. Kissing, licking, sucking, moaning like it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted. I could feel my core leaking, waiting for her touch as she gave my body some much needed attention. She made her way down my body until she pulled my dress up making it bunch up at my center. 

She opened my legs groaning at the sight of my flower. She began to kiss her way down my thighs. I threw my head back eyes clenched shut in anticipation. Then I felt her hand touch where I craved her most. My breath hitched.

“ My God… it’s so wet” she placed her thumb on my pearl, Stroking up, down, circle, circle. Up, down, circle, circle. She repeated the pattern. 

“Ooooh Mo Babyyy! Y-you makin my body feel so goood!

“You smell so good Miss Y/n, I wanna taste you, can I put my mouth on you?”

“YES! Oh God please yes!” My breathing picked up, as she lowered herself down on me. I moaned softly as she placed a gentle kiss on my lady parts. Then another, and another. Slowly she stuck out her tongue and began licking long slow strips through my folds. It felt like my soul had left my body and was somewhere in another universe. I thought that was as good as it could get until Mo’ wrapped her lips around my pearl and began to suck. My eyes snapped open, my body lurched forward, mouth droppin open into the shape of in O, and my arms came down behind me to hold my body steady. 

I watched her work. Strong hands gripping my thighs, face buried between them, eating me like I’s the best meal she ever had. “Mo’ I-I Oooooo”. Words betrayed me as my body shook from the pleasure I was recieving. I began to roll my hips into her face, head dropping back as I brought my hand up to grip her freshly washed hair. Apparently, this drove her crazy, because both of her arms wrapped themselves tightly around my thighs and before I knew it I was being lifted into the air and carried to the nearest wall. She pressed me up against the wall as I sat on her shoulders as she devoured me from what felt like the inside out. I was going crazy. She brought a finger to my entrance and started to thrust it inside me. 

“Gyat Damnit Soldier Gal! I-I f-feel like I’m gonna explode! I can’t take nomore! Please!”

She took her mouth off only for a moment.

“ Yes you can. You can do it You strong pretty lady. Take it. I’m not done tasting you.”

“ AHHHH! Mo somethings happenin’ Don’t Stop!!! ” I scream as a warmth radiated throughout my entire body. I felt something snap inside my belly and then I was gripping the back of her head with one hand and the other shot to the ceiling. My hips bucked into her face and my back arched. My body was trembling overwhelmed by this new sensation, tears began to stream down my face. I had never felt anything like that befo’. 

Mo, stayed down there and licked up every drop, then gently lowered me down, wrapping my legs around her waist.

“You alright pretty lady?” I looked at Mo with stars in my eyes, speechless. Still slightly jerking coming down from my high, causing Mo  to chuckle a bit. “Talk to me little lady”. 

I grabbed both sides of her face kissing her passionately. “I wanna make you feel good too, you been doing all that fightin’ and killin’, you deserve to somethin’ pleasurable.”

“You gon’ do that for me?” She bit her lip and raised a brow.

“Take me to the room and I’ll show you.”

Mo’ smiled and ran to the room with me in her arms. Once we reached the room, I wiggle out of her arms and push her backward until we reached the bed. I push her back onto the bed and pull off her tank, allowin her to pull down her pants and underwear. She now lay underneath me completely naked and all I wanted to do was take care of her. 

I hover over her looking her deep in the eyes. Takin in all her scars. They somehow made her more beautiful. Knowin all she had been through and here she was trustin’ me with her body, Layin bare. I couldn’t possibly let her down. I kissed her neck right above the healin scar, and the other side against the one already healed. I moved down to her breast takin my time there. Her back arched as she brought her hands up to the back of my neck holding me up against her breast as though she was feeding me, and I sucked her slight but pretty breast like I’d been starving’ for years. 

I left a trail of kisses down her belly making my way to her pretty little womanhood. In between strong toned chocalate thighs that glistened with her need for me. I placed two fingers against her folds. Swiping up, seeing her wetness coat my fingers. I hummed, looking up I met the eyes of the Soldier Gal, and proceeded to press a kiss against her bud. She let out a hissing sound, the arch in her back getting deeper as she threw her head back. I followed her lead doing what I’d felt her do to me. 

“My my pretty lady” She moaned with that enchanting voice of hers, as I stuck my tongue inside her entrance moving it in and out. I brought my hand to her pearl and rubbed circles as I continued to bask in her taste. 

“Oh right there! Please make me feel good!” She screamed grounding her heat into my face , that’s when something came to me. I pulled away suddenly earning a disappointed huff from Mo.

“It was feeling so good! Why’d you stop?”

“I w-want to try something. Uh, I want to feel you up against me”

“Huh? I ain’t no man I don’t think we gon feel nothing.”

“Let’s just try it hm?” She nods her head. I began to position myself over top of her. Throwing a leg over hers, then reaching down to spread open her lips, I lowered myself down onto her and both of us moaned out. Our eyes connected and we both smiled as I began to move my hips ‘gainst her. Her hands shot up to my hips holding me as she moved under me. We let out a simultaneous “Ooohhh!”. 

“Oh goodness, Pretty lady t-this here feel too good!”

“Mhm!” Is all I could manage in response as I speed up the pace reaching down to pinch and play with her nipples. She groaned as her eyes closed and her breathing picked up and her head began to thrash side to side. 

“Uuuhhhnnn!! I think I’m bout to explode!”

“Yes soldier gal that’s it! Let it take over you! We gon’ explode together! “

“Y-you feel s-so good ‘gainst me p-pretty lady!”

She say in a blissed out whimper. I bend down, our bodies still moving together, and took hold of her lips again. 

“ Let it go fo’ me Mo, I’m goin’ with ya’” I moan before grabbing’ her breast and placing my lips against hers again. That’s when I felt the damn break. Mo’ started to tremble underneath me her mouth opened against mine, as she let out the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard, followed by “Shhiiitt! shit, shit, shit!” 

I felt her liquid gushing from her womanhood and that quickly brought me over the edge as well. My hips stuttered against hers. She wrapped her arms around my waist and held me real tight. Our mouths sitting open against eachothers swallowing the moans, my hands tangled in her Afro. Our bodies still moved against eachothers, in a trembling slow whine as we road out our highs together until we came down.

We both lay tangled together, quietly collectin’ our breath. She broke the silence.

“Miss y/n,… I wanna do that again.”

I looked up at her and couldn’t help but giggle at the smirk against her face. I kissed her lips. 

“That was a hell of a welcome home huh Soldier Gal.”

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A/N: Y’all saw Mo dragging them big ass men y’all know she can scoop you up. Lol I hope y’all enjoyed, and don’t worry Shame pt. 5 is coming!

#letitia wright #letitiawright #spotify #mo washington #moses washington #Mo Washington/reader #Spotify #mo baby #Mo washington X fem reader

[whatitshouldvebeen]

Why is Johnny so beautiful and sexy? ♥️♥️

I fell in lust with Johnny the moment I saw him. Let's do an in-depth analysis on why he's so gorgeous, shall we? Here's a picture I'll be using for reference-

Physical features

That ass

That ASS omfg

He's got hunter eyes—his brow being low makes his eyes look dangerous and predator-like

He smirks quite a bit, everyone knows smirks are sexy as fuck

Dark eyes and dark hair is a killer combination (no pun intended)

His eyebrows are sharp and low, giving a perpetual, mildly pissed off expression we slasher simps love

It might be just me, but I think his nose is hot too, like the curve of it looks like it might have been broken at one point

His lips are just full enough to bite 😈

He's got a real toothy grin with pronounced canines

Slicked back hair is sexy as fuck. I can't really express why, but a lot of my faves have that hairstyle. Maybe it shows they put some effort into their appearance?

Angular jawline with high cheekbones? Slay me now

He's got muscles but they aren't bulging or overwhelming, they look like muscles that came from hard work

Speaking of bulging, have you SEEN the front of this man's jeans? He is packing like 7-8 inches minimum

The perfect amount of stubble lines that gorgeous jawline

The amount of scars this man has makes me think he probably fights for fun, maybe he even lets victims get the upper hand or find a weapon only to still beat them in the end. Hot.

He's tall, and physically intimidating

I think he's mixed white and Korean based off his eyes, double hot.

Dat ass💋

Personality/Non-Physical Features

His voice is deep as fuck. (I wish he sounded more Texan though. He sounds like Albert Wesker IMO, not that I don't love Wesky I just think he isn't southern enough.)

He's got supreme confidence. "Nobody escapes me."

He seems playful, like how he said "Hey there!" To Maria when he grabbed her camera. Silly murder baby 👉👈

I like how he treats Bubba, he's rather kind to him.

When he walks slowly he's got swagger to his step 🤤

I think if all stalkers were even 50% as hot as Johnny people would have a lot less of an issue with being stalked tbh

He's charming, and used to pulling women, so he's clearly got game.

Definitely manipulative and narcissistic, but I'm here for it, manipulate me every second of every day pwese Johnny 🥺

When he says, "That's it, die for me!" It makes me wish I could die for him fr

#johnny slaughter #tcm game #texas chainsaw massacre game #johnny sawyer #tcm

[darlingsfandom]

Cillian w a beard + face riding

Hot damn okay 🥵

Warning: swearing, face riding

this is 100% fiction .

"Baby! Are you almost done?" You whined from the bedroom. Cillian had finished his shower about ten minutes ago and you wanted to cuddle. Your lips formed a pout before you closed your romance book and set it on the bedside table only for Cillian to open the bathroom door and walk out only in his towel hanging low on his hips.

"Sorry sweet heart, you know I have the beard care routine now." He walked up to you and kissed your forehead while you sat there biting your bottom lip. Your finger tips dragged along his jawline feeling his beard scratch them lightly. His eyes met your eyes and he recognized the fire in them. "Oh baby... something tells me you want more than what those pretty eyes are saying." His fingers trailed under your chin and lifted your head up. His eyes scanned over your face before he noticed the romance novel sitting out. "Been reading that naughty book eh? Don't ya worry love..." Cillian stood up straight before he yanked you onto your feet. You swallowed the lump in your throat as he circled you like a shark stalking its prey.

"It's a good book..." you mumbled as his finger tips toyed with the strings of your night gown.

"Oh I'm sure it is! But ya see baby... I've taken a peak at yer book... nasty little thing!" His breath was hot against your ear as his hands gripped onto your hips. He pushed himself against your back side making sure to hold you close. "Tell me baby.... is that what ya want from me? Fuck ya like they do in that porn yer readin hmm? Treat ya like a whore?" You whimpered softly before Cillian squeezed your sides. "Answer me baby, use yer words!"

"Fuck! Yes! Need you to fuck me! Need to ride your face and feel your beard scratch my thighs! Need to suffocate you with my thighs while you eat me out Cillian!" Tears of lust stung your eyes for a split second. Cillian turned you around to face him and his eyes were blown out with lust.

"Then fucking do it! Ya know I love dat pretty fucking pussy." He dropped his towel and your jaw followed along as his hard cock spring free. You licked your lips before dropping your panties and tossing them over by the hamper. Cillian laid back on the bed, signaled you over with his index finger and licked his lips.

A soft sigh left your lips as you crawled up to him. Both of you smiled at each other before sharing a soft hungry kiss. Once you pulled away, you hiked up your night gown up to your waist and put each of your thighs on either side of his head.

"Baby..." Cillian sighed happily looking at your soaking cunt. "All I've done is show you my cock! And yer fuckin wet." You chewed your bottom lip as you lowered yourself onto his face. His beard was warm and scratchy. You gave yourself time to relax so did Cillian, he never rushed you. He wanted you comfortable. Once you were ready, you started slowly moving your hips back and forth as Cillian stuck his tongue inside your folds.

Your hands pulled your night gown over your head and threw it by the hamper again before you gripped your own tits and pulled on your nipples. "Cillian... fuck... you feel so good!" You whimpered as you felt his hands grip your ass cheeks and squeeze them as he lapped his warm tongue over your cunt.

"Mmmmhmm" he hummed into your cunt as you dripped your juices on his tongue while he played with your ass. You took one of your hands to spit on it before reaching behind you and gripping his cock. You felt him moan into as you jerked him off while rolling your hips faster against his face.

Cillian was in pure bliss. Your pussy dripping on his face and mouth, your warm wet hand jerking off his hard cock and the way you'd even touch his balls was heaven.

"Fuck fuck yes ! Just like that FUCK CILLIAN!" He slipped a finger inside of your folds making you stop rolling your hips. You felt the familiar burning in your stomach about to burst. Cillian kissed your thighs making sure to leave bite marks on them while his fingers stretched you out so his tongue could go deeper in you.

"Oh yes yes yes! Just like that baby! Yes fuck! You eat me out soooo good baby! Yeah eat my fucking pussy!" You felt your thighs shake as Cillian devoured you because of how you encouraged him. He had a hard grip on your ass. One hand spanning you while the other hand fingered your clit and his tongue went crazy inside your folds.

"CILLIAN!" You cried out reaching down to yank his hair with your free hand. Your thighs shook hard as tears fell from your eyes. "FUCK !!" Your orgasm was fast, hard and huge! Huge enough that you squirted against his open mouth soaking not only his mouth but his beard and chest which in turn made his own orgasm hit him and coat your hand and his pubes with his hot sticky cum.

The room smelled of hot sex as you slowly peeled yourself from him. You collapsed next to him and licked your fingers while both of you panted heavily.

"Baby... fuck!" Cillian chuckled as he ran gif fingers through his beard. He licked his fingers to taste you again. You smiled weakly at him as you seen the dark wet patch on his beard.

"Oh don't think we're done yet baby... you made a mess." He pointed down to his cum stained pubes before you gave him a soft pout. "Oh don't pretend you don't like licking the cum from there, yer a dirty whore." He gave you a soft smile before giving you a loving kiss. "My dirty whore yeah?"

"Only yours!" You kissed him back before he helped you sit up. His fingers trailed along your back before rubbing it slowly.

"Take yer time baby... we have all night."

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[restlessmaknae]

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After your best friend disappears and the government doesn’t want to help, lies are discovered and the truth slowly unveils itself as you see your art-rid country for the first time for what it truly is: a land of manipulation, lies and total control.

➳ Characters: Insurgents!Ateez x female!reader/you (best friend!Yeosang and subtly implied love interest!San)

➳ Genre: dystopian, action, the movement-inspired au

➳ Words: 10.2k

➳ Warning: mentions of blood, being shot, guns, protests, manipulation, brainwashing, bullying, corruption, being orphans

➳ Dedicated to: @lily-blue​. Have the happiest birthday, my dear! I’m so happy that we can celebrate this day together again ❤️

➳ Ateez taglist: @dat-town, @tranquilpetrichor​, @effulgentfireflies, @americanokisses​, @kuleo26​, @anime-lover-2020​, @wccycc​,  @littlestartonightsposts​,  @koishua​,  @squiishymeow​

“It’s a lie.”

Those were the last words of your father’s that you could remember. You faintly remembered the creases on his forehead, the sharpness of his jawline, the dark, almost midnight black shade of his eyes and the firmness of his grip before he let go. Had to let go, to be precise.

At least, you liked to think that it wasn’t an illusion, that he was real and not just a made-up version of your father in your head. However, sometimes you believed that this scene was just a reoccurring one in your dreams because according to the ones who had taken you in at the orphanage, you had been abandoned by your parents at the age of 4. The reason for that had been that your parents had been Insurgents, and couldn’t have cared less about a child. Insurgents were the ones called by the government who went against the most basic rule: no art in any form. No music, no dance, no paintings, no poems, nothing of that sort.

Since the Great War of Art when artists and art lovers had gone against the ruling party, leading to great losses including innocent people, the government had banned all forms of art, and did everything they could to detain any last piece of art and silence any hum that could be turned into a song. You could only see art pieces in history books, so that you would know what to look out for to tell the police, but music had long been gone from your country. It was said that art was a fabricated lie; that art pieces only contained misleading, anti-government messages and tainted the truth.

It was a disgrace to be the children of Insurgents, so you had been an outcast at the orphanage and no family had come to pick you up. It had been fine as long as the kids who had known what your parents were had been adopted, but the stigma still lived with you up to this day. There had been only one person who hadn’t cared about that, and that had been Kang Yeosang, a similarly abandoned child of Insurgents. He had come 2 years after you, and he had cried in a closet at nights, muffling his sobs, so that no one else could hear him, but you had, and that’s where your friendship had blossomed from: mutual understanding, shared pain and a sense of belonging.

You two had grown to become best friends as years had gone by, and after turning 18 with still no parents, you had joined the government’s adult orphan program which provided you with a shared flat with someone else - in your case, it was Yeosang - in exchange for you working for the government. You and Yeosang were both administrative specialists, though under different institutions, and had continued living together. Since your housing was taken care of, you had enough to live by and you believed that there was nothing more fulfilling than working for the government that took you under its wing despite who you were.

You believed that until one day, your best friend went missing, and even the government didn’t want to help you find him.

Each morning, you started work by listening to the government’s agenda which emphasised why art was toxic, how the government tried to protect you from the lies of art, and how you should always believe in yourself for you could do so much, the government would always be there to help you - to rid of pain, to erase the small cracks in your perfect world, to ease your worries.

However, when you went to report Yeosang missing after you hadn’t been able to reach him for two whole days, he hadn’t come home for the night and he hadn’t left behind anything, the officers didn’t want to help.

“There are no missing people in this country,” the officer told you sternly. His tone was professional, and you knew that you were using this tone while working because it was the guideline, but right now, his emotionless state bugged you. “Everyone has a direction, everyone has a plan, everyone belongs somewhere. If he did leave, he would come back sooner or later.”

“He didn’t tell me anything as to why he would leave, that’s why I’m worried,” you reasoned, keeping your voice stable. You didn’t want to cause a scene, but Yeosang’s disappearance moved something in your heart. He was the closest thing you had to family, and losing him after being an orphan all your life seemed like drowning yourself would be a less painful experience.

“I am sure he will come back. If he does not come back after a week, he has somewhere else to be. People come and go in our lives, that is part of how we grow,” he continued in a practised, calm manner, bobbing his head to emphasise his words.

You let out an aghast sigh in return, not being able to digest the fact that he would leave without saying anything. The flat was intact when you had gotten home the day before after work, so there could have been nothing as outrageous as someone breaking in or kidnapping him. Since the Great War of Art, crime had been nullified, so that could have happened only in the worst case scenario, and Yeosang was no one special - in the most positive way. Thus, rationally speaking, no one could have come to get him.

“Should there be anything else I could help you with, please, let me know. If not, would you be so kind as to let the queue move?” The officer dragged you out of your concerned thoughts and pointed at the line of people behind you. Most of them were probably here to report an Insurgent, pick up their newly printed official documents or register for one of the many exams the government held to help people enter the workplace or higher education.

“Sure. Thank you so much for your assistance!” You bowed out of respect, left your waiting number on the desk and walked away from the office, your heart still as heavy as it had been when you had walked in.

The government had to be right. It was always right, you shouldn’t have doubted them, doubted yourself. Maybe Yeosang had indeed needed to leave somewhere, but he had had a difficult time saying goodbye. Maybe he hadn’t wanted to make you sad, to cause pain. Here, people lived to make this place better and to make each other content. Not happy because happiness was fleeting, it was an illusion often portrayed by art that couldn’t be reached in real life, but content. Contentment ran the offices, the institutions, the systems, and contentment suppressed anger, fear and pain. Contentment was the reason crime was almost non-existent in your country.

At least, that’s what you had learned. That’s what you had been taught. That’s what you kept hearing each and every day by sitting through the government’s agenda before work.

However, there was a tiny voice in your head that told you that either Yeosang had gotten into trouble - maybe by the Insurgents, maybe by something that had caused a crack in the system - or he had indeed wanted to leave. If it had been the latter though, you couldn’t have believed that he had just left without a word, especially after the last conversation you had had with him.

“What would you do if you were free?” Yeosang had asked at the dinner table, over the plate of your government-assigned food. In order to keep people’s health in check, everyone was assigned their own diet and daily menu, picked up in the morning at work and aimed at leaving nothing behind at the end of the day. Your health was monitored monthly by your own set of doctors, and this system proved to elevate the overall wellness in your county, hence promising a longer life that didn’t need so much medication and so many hospital visits.

“What do you mean? We are free. We are out of the orphanage, having a flat, having a job and food on the table. What more could you want?” You had quirked an eyebrow at the boy, not accusing, merely curious. This was your definition of freedom. Wasn’t it his?

“I mean… if you could have any job and live anywhere, wouldn’t you want to do something else?”

“No, Yeosang. The government is working so hard for us to keep such a balanced system. I’m thankful that they’ve given us a new chance after being abandoned by our Insurgent parents,” you had reminded him in case he had forgotten. There had been something passing through his features, but you couldn’t have pinpointed what it had been. It had definitely not been contentment.

“You’re right,” he had said and proceeded to eat. You had left it at that, and asked him about his day at work instead.

It had been nothing out of the ordinary, but maybe that conversation should have meant that he had been indeed intending to leave? You couldn’t have understood the reason why, but you had trusted him that he had made the right decision, and so, you had given up on searching for him.

A few weeks had passed by since Yeosang’s disappearance, and you had convinced yourself that the officer had been right: he had left on his own accord and he was doing fine. Otherwise, you would have heard of him, right? Someone would have called you on his phone that was still unreachable.

Instead of worrying about him, you continued living your life how you had done prior to his disappearance. Working, eating, doing the household chores, sleeping and volunteering to tend to public gardens on the weekends. Listening to the news of the country’s cities becoming more and more prosperous, companies doing well and more people taking the workplace entry exams than a few months before made you a proud citizen. It was a good place to live in. It was where you belonged.

However, the next Monday when you went into work, something happened. The government’s agenda was interrupted. It was usually screened and you listened to it through earphones as well, so you could see and hear your leader as well as possible. This time though, the screen glitched and only jumbled words could be heard through your earphones.

As usual, people didn’t panic at first. You were told and trained to keep calm at all times, and this was no different. However, the more this continued, the more fidgety everyone became.

“Stay in your seats, please! I will look into the matter. I am sure it is just a system error,” the supervisor in the room noted with a rigid edge to his words, then left the room. Everyone became a bit more relaxed, and a lot of them put down their earphones.

However, you were frozen in place, not just by the situation itself but also by what you could hear through your earphones.

“It’s all a lie.”

It was a robotic voice, nothing like the voice you remembered from your memories (or dreams?), but it still struck you as if you had heard your father’s words.

“Do doubt yourself. At all times. The government isn’t here to protect you. It’s here to isolate you from the truth,” the voice continued, and the way it said the complete opposite of the government’s agenda troubled you. Who was this? What was going on? Was it the Insurgents’ doing? But the government said that they monitored them all the time, that they couldn’t disturb the public anymore… So just who was this? Why were they lying?

Despite the racing thoughts in your head, the voice continued.

“The movement is here. You should prepare yourself. Brace yourself to face the truth, and remember: doubt yourself. At all times. Doubt the government.”

The voice was cut off, and suddenly, the screens were replaced with images of art pieces in all kinds of shapes, sizes and colours. You could only wear dull colours - black, white and grey -, so to see art pieces like in those history books of yours in vivid, almost blinding colours made you feel uneasy. Then, you saw people moving in an odd way. It was as if they were possessed, doing the same thing at the same time with the same preciseness. Sounds could be heard too, but they were odd. It was as if they connected. As if there was a flow to them, and absentmindedly, your fingers tapped to the beat of the sound. Could it be music? You had never heard anything as disturbing as this before… Yet, you had never heard anything as touching as this before. It wasn’t even just contentment that you felt. It was something else, too. Something new.

The next sound that registered in you wasn’t coming from the screen or your earphones. It came from outside, and despite the supervisor telling you all to stay in your seats, people rushed to the windows and peeked out by pulling the curtains to the side.

“This can’t be happening,” you heard someone whisper, and as you stepped closer to the window, you realised what she meant: the flying drones that monitored the city at all times were up in flames and falling to the ground, hitting it with muffled sounds.

“Is it the Insurgents?”

“What are we supposed to do?”

“Are we safe?”

The panic that had been long gone from people’s voices since the stabilisation of the system was back, and you had this gripping feeling in your heart for it reminded you of how your father had sounded before he had let go of you in your memories. No. This couldn’t happen. This system was foolproof. There had to be an error, a human error, it couldn’t have been caused by the Insurgents.

However, in between the smoke and flames caused by the falling drones, you could see blue… Blue capes. Those… Those weren’t allowed. You could say that your eyes were playing tricks on you, but you were on the first floor, you could see it well for yourself. Those were blue ones.

In the next moment, one of those who wore the blue cape turned around and looked up. You felt the ground open up beneath you, the sight rendering you speechless. Your eyes must have been playing tricks on you. It couldn’t be… Yet…

It was Yeosang. It had to be. The same warm brown eyes, the same jet-black hair, the same softness to his cheeks, the same dimples hiding behind his lips. However, the confidence he wore was unfamiliar. Or maybe it wasn’t even confidence… but rage?

As he was about to turn back, you didn’t think twice. Even though you had been told to stay in your seat, you had already broken that instruction, and now Yeosang was there, and you just couldn’t let him go without an explanation. So you ran downstairs, out of the building, passing by people asking you to stay inside and stay calm, and ran after the figures in blue.

You coughed constantly through the smoke, and you needed your eyes to adjust to the grainy, hot air, but eventually, you caught up to one of the blue caped figures. However, when you tapped his shoulder and he turned around, he wasn’t Yeosang. These were more fierce eyes with a piercing stare and a darkness sitting in his features that was nothing like Yeosang’s.

On the other hand, when a piercing sound could be heard, you saw a figure falling to the ground, and as he fell back, the hood of his cape fell off and revealed Yeosang.

“No!” You heard yourself cry out even though it seemed unfamiliar - both the emotions in your voice and the high pitch of it. Instinctively, you crouched down to the struggling Yeosang whose hands were going to his bleeding leg.

The sight made you so confused. He had been shot. But by whom? Guns weren’t allowed to the public, only to the government. Why would they shoot him? While it was true that he was wearing blue, he was innocent. You didn’t know who these people were in the blue cape, but he couldn’t be one of the Insurgents. You had known him most of your life. He couldn’t have been one of them, so why had they just shot him?

“It’s okay. It didn’t go too deep,” Yeosang mumbled with a feeble smile as he looked up at you. You didn’t even remember the last time he had smiled at you like that, and it felt so wrong for him to smile at you in such a situation. The sight made you freeze in place. Maybe he wasn’t the Yeosang that you knew.

“We have to go, they are here,” someone behind you prompted, and helped Yeosang to his feet who was seemingly able to walk even though he was limping and he was wincing from the pain.

“There’s a hospital down the street, you should…”

“Do you think they would treat him at the hospital after shooting him?” The earlier boy with the piercing gaze asked, and you were so shocked by his statement that the words you were trying to say died on the tip of your tongue.

After that, it was a mess of screams and smoke and noises that seemed close yet far at the same time, and you were struggling to see well due to the little bursts of fire around and the continuously steaming smoke from the damaged drones. What you saw was nothing like you had ever seen on tv: this was similar to the pictures you had seen in your history books instead. This should have never happened, not just the fire, but the system glitch and of course Yeosang…

You were so conflicted as to what was going on that you couldn’t move. However, someone reached for your arms and started pulling you with them. When your eyes adjusted to your surroundings yet again, and you caught a flash of blue, you stopped.

You couldn’t go with them. It wasn’t right. This was violence. You weren’t a part of this. You had nothing to do with violence.

“Come on! You can get shot here,” a deep-voiced guy told you, and pulled on your arm.

“They won’t shoot me. I’m innocent.”

“Do you think they care at this rate? The moment they saw you crouch down to Yeosang, you became their target, too.”

“But I’m not one of you,” you insisted, still trying to keep your voice calm and void of any emotions even though what you were feeling now was far from contentment. No matter who they were, you weren’t like them. It wasn’t just the blue cape, but the fact that they were out here when everyone was told to keep inside. You should have listened to the supervisor. You had broken the instructions. You had doubted the government.

“They don’t care. Come on!” Yeosang winced as he said the words out loud, and it took another gunshot fired close to you to prompt you to follow them. Despite not knowing what they were or where they were going or why they had Yeosang, seeing the only person in your life who you would call family in pain because of someone who was shooting around here, you followed them. It didn’t feel like it was you though. You were too occupied by the guilt of breaking the supervisor’s order to care.

The place you ended up at was nothing like your government-assigned flat even though it looked like one from the outside. From the inside, it was muddy, no one seemed to take care of it well, and there was such a disarray of things - maps, pictures, newspapers and such - lying around that it unsettled you. Both the sight of it and the thought that you were close to anything as messy as this place. An order was set for a reason everywhere you went; it was to avoid chaos that led to the lack of contentment and that led to the lack of an organised, thriving, flawless system.

They were prepared with a first-aid kit though, so they could take care of Yeosang’s bruise while you were watching in silence, still trying to process what had just happened and matching the names that were thrown around to the faces around you. It was a bit like an out of body experience, so what happened around and what was said, it all seemed like it happened to someone else, not you.

“It seems they aren’t scared to use weapons in public anymore,” the orange-haired boy - Mingi - mused out loud as he was sitting in a chair, occasionally glancing in Yeosang’s direction and also yours. You had never seen anyone with dyed hair, but you doubted that it was his natural colour because the roots of his hair were still black. How did he even colour his hair?

Even though all of these boys looked at you suspiciously, they didn’t voice it out and carried on as if you had always been there. You had no idea whether that was because Yeosang had told them about you or because they were waiting for you to speak up, but you were still so confused about the recent events that your thoughts were more occupied by the questions that the things you had seen triggered in you than the expressions on their faces.

“There weren’t a lot of people around though. It still seems that the government is keeping them under control, and they listen to them,” the leader-like figure - Hongjoong - concluded as he was putting a dressing strip around Yeosang’s bruise. Hongjoong had said after examining it that if the bullet had gone deeper, Yeosang might not have survived because he would have lost too much blood and because the bullet had been too close to his kneecap. In this case though, the blood loss was manageable, yet he would need a few weeks of rest to avoid putting too much pressure on his injured leg.

“Not everyone though. I saw people picking up the leaflets we left behind,” Yunho - a boy with surprisingly soft features to his wide built - mentioned, and you wondered if you had seen leaflets before. Some papers had been flying around, but you had assumed that they had been from the streets in general. It seemed it had not been the case.

“Good. We’ve raised even more awareness, now it’s time to plan the next one,” San - the guy with the piercing gaze - announced as he glanced in your direction for a few seconds. Then, he averted his eyes to Yeosang’s features, and there was such an indescribable expression on his face that you had no idea what to think - what was he thinking? -, but your stomach twisted nevertheless.

“Easy, tiger,” Wooyoung chuckled as he threw his arm around San’s shoulders who casually shrugged him off. “I think we have something else to take care of first,” he added, and now all eyes were on you.

You were not used to the attention of so many people when you didn’t know their intentions. At the orphanage, people hadn’t cared after a while because you were the child of Insurgents. At work, you were just one of the many employees doing the same job, you were no one special. Right now though, you couldn’t decipher whether they were looking at you as if they had wanted you gone or as if they had planned on using you.

However, before anyone could speak up, the door opened from a nearby room and a boy with chestnut-brown hair walked out of it.

“All the cameras are taken care of. No traces are left behind,” he announced surprisingly beamingly, though when he caught sight of the big bandage around Yeosang’s bruise, his smile faded. “Now, that was not a part of the plan,” he hummed, looking a bit more concerned, but it was still subtle compared to the way his eyes widened when he saw you sitting between Yeosang and San. “Nor was she as far as I know,” he looked around, confused, and it took a bit of time on everyone’s part to recall the previous events in order to explain the situation.

“Oh, so you’re the girl from the orphanage Yeosang keeps talking about,” the guy put the pieces together after the explanation, and he spoke so lightly as if Yeosang hadn’t even been there with you. Now it made more sense though why everyone acted so casually around you - Yeosang had talked about you to them. So why had he left without saying anything? “I’m Jongho, by the way.”

You didn’t see a reason to introduce yourself since everyone had already known who you were, so you kept quiet. Not that Jongho seemed to mind because he casually plopped down on one of the unoccupied chairs and bore the silence that weighed on all of you before Yeosang decided to break it.

“Why did you run out of the building back there?”

His question was very much reasonable for you had gone against what had been asked of you. However, as he was looking at you like that - like the person you had grown up with -, you were tormented just yet again if it had been worth it. How had he ended up here with these guys?

“Because I saw you, and you left without saying anything, and I just felt like… I have to see you,” your voice came out hoarse, and you were quieter than you had intended, but there was no judgement in Yeosang’s eyes, there had never been.

“Weren’t you told to stay inside?” Seonghwa mused out loud, and despite his neutral tone, you felt something light up inside of you. It’s not that you had been dragged here against your own will because you hadn’t; you had actually escaped with them because upon the severity of the situation - Yeosang being shot -, you had feared of something happening to you as well. You had never been afraid of death for it was a natural part of life, but in the midst of smoke and fire and the sound of gunshots, something in you had been switched on.

They might have been right; out there the government couldn’t have known that you were innocent. On the other hand, you weren’t even that innocent at all. After all, it seemed that Yeosang had gotten into trouble, and even though these boys might not have been Insurgents, they were surely rebels. Rebels that you should have never ever crossed paths with.

“I was, and now seeing what you’re doing, I regret it. I should go and turn myself in for breaking an order.”

“You did the right thing.”

“What?” You shrieked upon San’s compliment. You couldn’t even take it as a compliment for it was all too wrong to have done something like this. “What I did was outrageous.”

“It was brave. Brave because your feelings for a lost friend were stronger than the brainwashing you had been through, and this is exactly what we need,” he continued, keeping the eye-contact with you, and no matter the fact that Yeosang was on your other side, you couldn’t avert your eyes to look for assurance in your best friend’s eyes because the way San looked at you was pinning you to the ground.

However, the term ‘brainwashing’ triggered something in you, and you bolted to your feet. You hadn’t been brainwashed. It was them who were in the wrong. You couldn’t stay here. It was dangerous. They were dangerous. They were against the government who had raised you.

“No matter what your intentions are, don’t count on me. I’ll leave and tell them about what I’ve done, what you’ve done and…” You warned them as you started walking towards the door you had entered through. You were already reaching for the doorknob when Yeosang’s voice stopped you in your tracks.

“Do you know how your parents really died?”

You turned around, your response automatic. It was a reply you had prepared for anyone asking, and Yeosang should have known better than anyone. You didn’t even see the point in answering, but you did nevertheless.

“They were taken away by the government because they were Insurgents, so I suppose they died afterwards.”

“They were executed for saying the truth, for standing up for themselves. I know you won’t believe me, but you will believe this,” he counter-attacked as he turned to Mingi and told him something about a footage of a particular day. Mingi was searching for the tape for a bit, but then, he put it into the player and the lifeless TV screen came to life, showing people marching down the streets.

You had only seen such a scene in history books, but those were black-and-white, and to see the actual colours made you feel nauseous. People actually wore colourful clothes. People had colourful hair. They had paintings in their hands and they were singing - or at least you guessed so because it wasn’t like talking. It was rhythmic, it was powerful and it was undoubtedly beautiful. The way all those different voices became one. As opposed to the pictures in your books, they were peaceful. No one shouted over the other, no one pushed the other. They were just marching.

“It was taken on the day you said you had been taken to the orphanage. There was a mass protest, and if I’m not mistaken, you’re also there,” Yeosang woke you up from your stupor, and rendered you speechless.

No matter how much you would try to deny, he was right. As the camera zoomed in on the people, you saw him. Your father from your memories. He was holding the hand of a woman and a little girl. You.

You three were content, and you too, you were singing along with them. The way you looked at each other was loving, and seeing the woman by his side - your mother, you could only guess - made your heart churn. You looked so joyful. You had never seen others around you so free, so happy. Yes. Not just content but happy.

Then, gunshots were heard and the idyllic moment was interrupted, panic rose from the rows of people around. The camera zoomed out to show massive cars making a way through the crowd and shooting. Screams and cries could be heard. Groups of people were torn apart. Bloodspots started painting the ground.

“No. This must be manipulated,” you whispered in confusion, looking at the boys around you one by one, but all of their faces were calm as if they had already made peace with the fact that it was true. “Where did you get this?”

“From a neighbouring country’s TV channel,” Jongho explained sternly, and you furrowed your eyebrows.

“But it’s illegal to stream the neighbouring countries’ TV channels.”

“Why do you think that is illegal?” Seonghwa raised an eyebrow challengingly, but before you could answer, he continued. “Because the government doesn’t want you to see the truth. The truth about what happened even before the Great War of Art, the truth about how we’re actually stuck here and other countries around us are thriving, the truth about what art truly means to people.”

The more he talked, the more confused you were. While it was true that it was illegal to stream the neighbouring countries’ TV channels and to travel beyond borders for that matter, you believed that it was because this is what everyone else did. This is what was the norm. However, when Mingi switched to an actual news report about your own country, portraying the employees sitting through the agenda each morning, people walking down the streets void of colours and such, you were totally speechless.

“I don’t understand. Then, why do others know about this and don’t do anything?”

“For the same reason you’re not leaving this country and you rather believe in the government. Because they fear the government here. Because they see what happened to people who were trying to fight for democracy, and because just by having these footages, they are also risking their lives,” Hongjoong elaborated patiently, but you felt like the room around you was spinning.

It was just too much, too much to take in when what you saw on the screen and what you had been told were complete opposites. Then there was the picture of your parents and little you engraved into your head, and suddenly, your father’s words of it being a lie made so much more sense. You had probably been taken away from them during this protest, and that’s how you had ended up at the orphanage on this given day. Still, the fact that the version of your father in your memories was actually real and not just a dream made your stomach drop.

“We’ll give you some time alone now,” Hongjoong broke the tense silence that fell upon the nine of you, and prompted the boys to follow him to the room Jongho had come from. You watched them leave, except Yeosang, still unable to form coherent words, and burst into tears only when the door closed behind them.

You had so many questions - too many questions -, and it was just too much at once. The last few hours from the organised system error, Yeosang being shot, the escape from the chaos on the streets, the footage of your parents and you and everything the boys had said seemed so unbelievable, yet your eyes couldn’t betray you. The missing holes in the government’s messages about the neighbouring countries, the restriction on travel, the intention behind art pieces, the way they had shrugged off a missing person’s whereabouts all seemed to come together, but still, it was difficult to see everything through a new lens; a lens that had been said was wrong.

So may your tears be because of the absurdity of the situation or the fact that you could see your parents for yourself and realise that the scene in your head with your father was actually true and not just an illusion or a dream, but Yeosang didn’t say a thing about them. Even when you apologised because crying was a sign of discontentment and in your country, everyone was supposed to be content, he told you that you were allowed to cry, at least here, with him you were.

“How long have you known about this?”

This meant a lot of things in your case: the footage with you and your parents, the government’s wrongdoings, the truth behind Insurgent family members dying… However, Yeosang was patient enough to tell you everything. Since he had been a bit older when he had gotten to the orphanage and he had come a year after the Great War of Art, he told you that he remembered snippets of music at home, of his mother singing to him at nights and his father keeping some paintings in their basement. They had tried to live a double life - still making art while complying with the government’s regulations -, but they had gotten caught, and that’s how he had been separated from his parents. The government had tried to manipulate him into thinking that it hadn’t happened that way, but he still remembered, and that’s why he had been crying so much at nights - because the memories with his parents didn’t align with what the staff at the orphanage had tried to tell him.

So deep down he had always known, but the trauma of a child watching how his parents are forcefully separated from him and then never seeing them again lingered with him, and he had kept his mouth shut. Until he had met Hongjoong by chance, and after that, he had kept meeting the group, and decided to leave his life behind once and for all - knowing the consequences all too well.

You didn’t need to ask why he hadn’t told you about this beforehand; you knew that you might have even reported him for being an Insurgent a few hours ago, but the recent events had shaken you enough to be cautious. He also briefly talked about others’ stories - how Hongjoong was actually one of those who made drones for the government, hence he knew how to attack them as well; how Jongho got to the databases through Yeosang’s access to the government sites; how Mingi’s parents had moved abroad illegally after the Great War of Art when he had been really young, but he had come back to join The Movement here to open people’s eyes to the brainwashing -, but it was still a bit unbelievable to you.

“What’s The Movement?” You inquired at this point, though you faintly recalled that you had heard of it when they had hacked the agenda video.

“The Movement is what we’re doing, what we’re planning. Ultimately, we want to show people the truth, but the only way we can do that without violence is through actions like we did today. We attacked the drones and not people because we didn’t want to hurt anyone in the meantime,” he explained confidently, and this was such a new side of him. Yeosang was usually quiet, reserved and shy, but he had a certain - different - aura around him this time.

“But then why did they shoot you today in broad daylight?”

“I think they’re sensing that we are powerful enough to do something like this, so they also have more powerful responses. Plus, it’s not like they would show it on TV, or the ones witnessing the scene from the nearby buildings would believe that it’s for anything but their protection,” he elaborated bitterly, but you had to give it to him that he was right. A few hours ago, you would have thought the same.

“Is it safe to be here then? Can’t they track us all the way here?” You blurted out as it dawned on you just how casual they were being here. As if no one could have caught them.

“It’s a building of Seonghwa’s father’s. His father is a government official, and Seonghwa uses the upper floors as his flat. We use the basement as the base of our group, otherwise, his father thinks he uses it as a storage. No one would suspect anything because Seonghwa’s father trusts him and because there are no cameras, no drones here. The privilege of being a government official’s son.”

There was no malice in his words this time, though you could sense that it was more out of respect towards his friend than anything else. It was also very eye-opening to you that there were so many of them actually working for the government or being close to the core of the government and still getting through with The Movement. Just how blind everyone else was - including you - that they couldn’t see the signs, yet these boys could?

You couldn’t ask more because the door of the nearby room opened and Seonghwa walked out of it as if he had heard that you had been talking about him. As opposed to that though, he merely announced:

“I’m going to make dinner. Don’t mind me,” he said as he walked across the room to get to a door that led to a stairway. Oh, so that was how he could move between the floors inside. You remembered getting to this part of the house through a door that was at the end of a downward slope and under some bushes. Very smart, you had to give it to him.

Before you could ask, Yeosang explained that since Seonghwa’s father was influential, he didn’t need to follow his government-assigned meal plan strictly. He could buy as much food as he wanted and make as much food as he wanted given that he still went for the medical check-ups.

“Are you done, lovebirds? Can we get out of here now?” Wooyoung poked his head out of the nearby room, and you had no idea what to do with the implication. On the other hand, Yeosang just laughed at his friend, and it was such a foreign yet warming feeling that you were struck. He reminded you so much of your younger self in the footage that it hurt; was it worthy on the government’s part to create a world void of laughter in exchange for total control? That was when it struck you yet again just how badly you had been brainwashed into thinking that this was the way to live - void of laughter, happiness, art, colours.

“If you’re comfortable with having them around,” Yeosang turned to you, his eyes carrying worry. You still felt a bit numb to everything that was happening around you, so you didn’t actually have any feelings - neither negative, nor positive - to hold onto, so you nodded.

Afterwards, something that you thought couldn’t happen actually happened: you felt comfortable around these boys. They were laughing and joking around, sharing stories, stealing food from each other without actually getting angry and making sure that you felt involved despite not pushing you out of your comfort zone. Seonghwa’s cooking was also excellent, you didn’t even remember if you had ever eaten something so flavourful and truthfully, after the events, you were quite hungry.

You still didn’t trust them fully and you were still shaken up, but they helped you plan ahead because just like Yeosang had been on a secret wanted list that Jongho had discovered ever since his disappearance, you had also made your appearance on that list after today.

“So either you stay here with us and don’t go out there again because they might be coming for you. Or you can act as if we had kidnapped you and still say that you don’t know where our base is because you couldn’t see it well and start a new life. If you feel more comfortable with the latter, we might not be able to protect you as much as we could if you decided to stay with us,” Hongjoong mapped out the possibilities, and there was no point in disagreeing with him.

After all, he was right: you had gone after them, you had gone against what the supervisor had told you, and it seemed that you were on their list that they hadn’t told you about when you had been searching for Yeosang. Alas, you had been the stupid one to ask for their help, though you hadn’t known better back then.

So you decided to stay for a night at least, but little did you know, it was more difficult to fall asleep than you would have thought so.

After tossing and turning on the mattress they had provided for you for some time, you decided to leave the room and not disturb the others. You were in a room with Yeosang, Hongjoong and Jongho while Wooyoung, San, Yunho, Mingi were in another one, and Yeosang saw it more fit if you stayed beside him (and away from Wooyoung who kept calling you two lovebirds). Seonghwa had also offered to let you sleep in his bed on the upper floors, but that would have been more uncomfortable than this.

The two rooms were neater than the main lounge area with the maps and all, everyone had their own mattress and bedlinen, clothes were semi-organised on the shelves and all the boys had a part of the drawers, so they could store their stuff there. Since you had arrived with basically nothing, not even your phone or your bag, you didn’t have anything to put away, and you could sleep in a change of clothes only because Seonghwa landed you some of his oversized clothes that were clean and smelled of lavender, and since his house was fully-equipped, there was everything for you to wash up properly and all. He also seemed to have a spare one for every item.

You tried to walk out of the room quietly, making sure to close the door behind you with as little noise as possible. Then, you made your way to the couch in the lounge area, and almost sat down on it, but through the dim-light from the nearby lamp that was on, you noticed a figure already there and almost tripped as you took a few steps back. The figure reached for your wrist and steadied you as he rose from his seat.

“Are you okay?” San inquired gently, and since he couldn’t see that you nodded, you mumbled a quiet yes in return. The boy let go of your wrist as soon as he heard your answer, but before you could take that as an offence, he actually turned the nearby lamp to a brighter level, so you could see his features better, not just his outline.

He kept his eyes on you while your eyes were adjusting to the light and your surroundings, then moved to the end of the couch, indicating that you could sit down beside him. You tilted your head, pondering about what he was doing here at this hour, but decided to ask about it while contemplating whether to go back or stay here.

“Are you sleeping here?”

“No. I can’t sleep, so I came out here to let my thoughts race,” he answered genuinely, his voice coming out hoarse. The piercing gaze he had given you the first time your eyes had met was nowhere to be seen. Instead, he seemed a lot more vulnerable and weary. There was a certain degree of softness to his features, yet, there was firmness in them - a growing boy shedding his adolescent self while his more mature features were coming through at the same time. Maybe it’s because of the severity of the recent events, but it surprised you how young he was, and well, how young they all were.

You bobbed your head, taking in his answer as you sat down beside him. Even though you were practically strangers, there was just something comforting about him - about the way he had caught you just a minute ago and how he had just sat there, thinking.

So even when he asked about your reason for occupying the lounge room, you didn’t take it as anything more than genuine curiosity. Despite the fact that you were still fighting with the thought of everything being a lie, you couldn’t deny that they had been looking out for you ever since you had run out of that building.

“I can’t sleep either. Yesterday’s been… a lot,” you concluded quite briefly, though there was so much more you could have added. It was just that you were so used to not complaining since it was seen as a sign of discontentment and that was something the government was trying to suppress, you would have felt guilty for going on about your feelings.

Instead, you let silence take over the two of you, covering you with serenity and empathy. San didn’t push you for more answers, nor did he want to ask you about anything else. Instead, he started talking about himself in hopes of making you feel more comforted (you could only guess).

“I can understand that. I was like that once. When I met Hongjoong, I was angry and wanted to give him up even though he saved me when my classmates bullied me,” he admitted with a resigned sigh, but you furrowed your eyebrows in question.

“But bullying is illegal…”

“Not if you’re the son of a government official, and they were,” he pointed out with gritted teeth, his bitter memories dripping off his words. There was so much rawness in his voice and in the way his shoulders tensed as if he was recalling those days, ready to fight back, that you had no reason to doubt him. Bullying was a serious issue, something that was severely punished by law, but if the children of government officials had targeted him, it seemed that they could have easily gotten away with it. You could have easily questioned San, but seeing how Seonghwa hadn’t been caught hiding his group of friends in his basement, you could believe that it was true.

“My parents were once rich too, but they had to turn their art academy into a general study academy due to the war. That was still not enough for the kids to not pick on me even though my parents had never brought up anything art-related since. And kids can be cruel, it’s just that the government doesn’t want you to see the ugly side of schools. My parents also told me to keep quiet. When I didn’t, the next thing I knew was that the academy was gone and so were my parents. No goodbye, no letter, nothing, they just disappeared.”

One could have said that the boy’s words were cold, but you could see those microexpressions that gave him away - the frown deepening on his face, the way his lips twitched at the mention of his parents, his eyes taking on an even darker, deeper shade and his shoulders not easing up.

“And the government didn’t want to help, right?” You could only guess based on your experience, and the boy didn’t even disagree. Which just made everything even more heart-breaking.

“No. They’ve said I was better off without them and put me up for adoption. That was just one more reason for the kids to bully me, and that’s when I met Hongjoong.”

You didn’t know whether you had any right to ask about his life, but he didn’t seem to mind doing so. It was really difficult for you to accept that someone could be so open about his struggles like him because not even Yeosang had shared about his concerns as he knew that you wouldn’t have believed him, and in your society, talking about your struggles was seen as bashing the system. If there was something wrong with you, it had to be because the government-assigned diets didn’t work or the work system wasn’t successful enough or such, and so people didn’t complain or vent or anything of the sort.

However odd it was, it dawned on you that you didn’t mind listening to his story. It gave you a better picture of what kind of backgrounds these boys had.

“So did you grow up with him?” You mused out loud, not exactly knowing where this fit into his timeline with the others.

“Sort of. It’s not on paper, and he’s only a year older than me, but I did. No family adopted me, but Hongjoong always came by my school to check on me and he also showed me how to fight, how to make stuff and fix objects.”

In a way, it was like how you and Yeosang had found each other despite not being blood-related. It seemed that the children of Insurgents or those who had been wronged by the system somehow found each other. You just had a difficult time believing that it had taken you so much time to see the truth for yourself and believe it.

On the other hand, San didn’t bash you or comment on your past. If anything, his words were comforting and his stories helped you have a better understanding of the boys and how they were working on The Movement. The Movement was a nation-wide chain of organised events with the aim of showing the truth to the public. There had been other instances not just in your city but across the whole country as well, but just like you had never seen anything bad reported on TV or news sources, you hadn’t heard of it before. The previous day would probably not make it into the news either. However, the boys knew that they were growing stronger and stronger because more and more people were searching for the truth, showing up at their events and joining them.

These events were connected, and usually, they left behind clues about the next one - where it would take place and when -, but a lot of times they were merely putting on banners from afar or destroyed drones like today - which could be done from the privacy of Seonghwa’s house just like the day before. However, to make sure that the clues were left behind, some of the boys always went out in their capes. Since Jongho took care of the cameras and drones, their faces couldn’t be seen either, but it was their symbol nevertheless.

The thing was, the government scarcely could prepare for their attacks because just like you had been told earlier, no one would have suspected Hongjoong who was working on the drones for the government, Jongho who was monitoring the system security or Seonghwa who was a government official’s son. There were many others like them scattered around the country, and it was almost ironically easy to destroy the system from within this way.

That night though, you merely took these stories and connections with you to sleep, you didn’t act yourself. However, that seed of rebellion was planted in your heart.

During the next few days, you were still torn over the things you had known (or you thought you had known) and the contrast with reality. Your emotions were all over the place as well, and it was so unlike you to act so troubled that you felt guilty. However, the boys were understanding and patient as they knew that it was part of the process of coming face-to-face with what was going on in your country. So they didn’t take it to heart when you were throwing accusing sentences at them and they didn’t get fed up with your sudden outbursts. If anything, their support throughout this period showed you just how well they knew this feeling, and it showed you that here, with them, you could be yourself with all your different sides and many different feelings.

They were also working on finalising The Movement and its upcoming events. You learned that there were so many groups of Insurgents scattered around the country, and they were using their own phone line to communicate - perks of having someone work with them who knew such things -, so they always knew what was going on in other parts of the country because otherwise, they would have no idea. That was just what the government wanted though.

For instance, Bang Chan and his group of Insurgents were planning on interfering with the public transport a few days later, and they were in your city as well. However, in other cities, there was Keeho and his group who were about to screen some real footage from the past on bridges and at traffic lights where usually traffic information was shown, Sihyeon and her group were about to disrupt the monthly public service exam where usually hundreds of people take part whereas Chaewon and some other girls were testing out displays close to the border that would connect to the nearby country’s TV channels and show what they were screening about your own country. There were all kinds of events going on, you just wished every one of them would go according to plan and they wouldn’t end up in any casualties.

Now that you saw everything from a very different point of view, you could put the pieces together, and realise that having been rid of art, colours and all sorts of freedom of expression - let it be your clothes, your diet, your hair or the way you live - was so that the government could have a better control over the people. Since discontentment was seen as something bad, people feared speaking up even though they might have been struggling or wanted to have a better tomorrow - just like the boys around you and the groups of Insurgents around the country.

“Are you sure you want to be a part of it?” Yeosang asked the day before you were about to join them on their upcoming protest where they would use footage to show government officials’ houses, bullying scenes at school and higher-ups threatening their employees - something that could only happen because these were areas without cameras. However, Hongjoong had directed minuscule flying cameras to these places to record what was going on. They would show these on billboards because it was very likely that they would make citizens angry or at least frustrated as to what was going on.

“Yes,” you bobbed your head, your decision in joining them more firm than ever. You had felt so wrong for how oblivious you had been - for understandable reasons - and for being a puppet to the government when people were rid of their freedom, their money, their dignity and their life around you just because they knew what was the truth.

“It’s unlikely that anyone will notice you, but stick to San. He will help you out should there be any disturbances,” he advised gently, and you let your lips curl upwards. Yeosang had never stopped worrying about you since the day you had run after him and even before, he had been worried that you might end up getting hurt because of his disappearance. However, he had felt like he needed to leave because that was the only way he could be true to himself, and it was best if he hadn’t dragged you into this.

On the other hand, you had stayed on your own accord, and so, he had done his part to look out for you despite still limping and needing rest. All of them did look out for you actually, and more often than not, you found yourself having conversations at night with San who seemed likely to have trouble sleeping for he had too many worried thoughts. Due to his traumatic past, you couldn’t blame him. He had always been shamed for who he was, and just like you, he had been brainwashed into thinking that his parents were terrible people, and that he should have been glad that the government hadn’t disregarded him. 

So you trusted San and that he would watch over you because Yeosang had been the one going out with him, but he couldn’t do so now due to his leg. They didn’t even ask you to take his place, but you wanted to. You wanted to do something. 

“I know,” you mumbled to Yeosang, glancing in San’s direction who was currently listening to Wooyoung’s whining regarding the T-shirt that had shrunk in Seonghwa’s washing machine. You had no doubt that San would protect you - he had the built for it and he also had the determination -, but it felt odd actually being under his watch. It was odd and unfamiliar, but not in a negative way.

You were ready for this, and now more than ever, you felt like this was the right thing to do.

In a world where there were no vivid colours, it was like seeing the sunrise for the first time when they were slowly re-introduced, the palette spectrum growing wider and wider.

In a world where there could not be anything but contentment, joy, sorrow, disappointment, excitement and curiosity made their way into people’s every-day life, re-colouring their emotions.

In a world where the rich could do anything and the poor were looked down on even for whose children they were, the right social system had to be introduced, treating everyone as equal, and helping the less fortunate.

In a world where art was suppressed, hearing San’s lullabies at night was like a gift of its own, a treasure passed down from mother to son and then onto the other loved ones.

In a world where everyone was put into boxes, where you couldn’t be yourself, where you couldn’t express yourself, the freedom of finally being accepted and even cherished for your uniqueness was unfamiliar, a little scary, but ultimately, something that you would never take for granted again.

Because a new world has to come to erase all the pain, suppression and manipulation, but alas, the past couldn’t be undone, yet the hope for a new and better tomorrow was still there. In unity, in freedom, in love.

Soon, the expression ‘Insurgents’ was celebrated, not punished. Soon, you could be all free. Through months and years of constantly growing efforts, a new world came, and you, you were a part of making it come true.

This was what The Movement was all about.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading the story! It means a lot to me.❤️

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18 for Nategaar for the Soft OTP prompts!

This isn't edited but it was so fun to write

18- Write how each of your otp smells

“You smell like my mom.” Nathan grumbles against his neck, the frontman's arms wrapped around his waist holding him to his chest. 

“Excuse yous?” Skwisgaar attempts an offended tone but fails miserably. He's too comfortable pressed against the larger man. 

“I mean like-” Nathan isn't the greatest with words when fully awake, half asleep like he currently is clearly hampering him even more. “It's not bad? My mom smells nice.”

“Dats fucking weirds, dudes.” The blond snorts, finally pulling back to properly taunt him. A soft red is spread across his cheeks but it's not nearly as noticeable as when Skwisgaar blushes. Downside of being pale as fuck. “Whos ams dat guy? Da ones who says we wants to fucks our mothers?” 

“What? Ew no.” He can help but chuckle at the expression of disgust Nathan gives him. “I just- you smell like flowers and shit is all.” He attempts to explain. “Just- you smell familiar. It's nice.” The prepared taunt vanishes from the guitarist’s mind, taken aback by the other. A soft smile spreads across his lips as he trails his fingers up Nathan's jawline causing the other to shiver. 

“Yous smell…” Like trees and snow. Like the woods around his cabin in Sweden. 

Like home. 

“Bad. Yous should showers.” Nathan shoves him but can't hide the amused look as he rolls out of bed. Skwisgaar hides his smug grin behind his arm but the laughter escapes him as he feels two strong arms grab his waist and lift him from the sheets. “What ams you doing?” Part of him hates just how easily Nathan can toss him around. It makes him feel small despite being the tallest in the band. 

Part of him thinks it's unbearably sexy. 

“We gotta shower. You said so yourself.”

“I said yous. Yous!” He hardly puts up a fight after being swung over Nathan's shoulder. Why should he? 

Shower sex is great. 

#my shit #nategaar #skwisgaar skwigelf #nathan explosion #my BOYS

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[This is entirely based on headcanons made by my friends and I playing the game. Do not expect canon shit or timelines!]

It was a lively day at the safehouse as it so happened to be the day the clowns formally introduced their newest member, Sokol, to the team. Standing at 6'2" and fairly built, the former captain for the Russian hockey team the STP Bombers had a positive view on the life ahead of him at this new job; however, he promptly became unamused when showed to his room only to find just about the most pathetic hockey goal he'd seen in his life.

"What is dis shit?" Reasonably upset, he turns to Dallas, the leader if the well known clowns, who was showing him around today. "I fly all de way from Russia for dis shit?"

"I know, I know, it's not great, but once we get a few heists going I'm sure we'll get your space more comfortable and better than ever." He patted Sokol on the back only to be met with a face that showed just how little he believed in this concept.

"Da, whatever. Just leave me with my shit. You put me with team, we rob de casino. That was deal." He motioned Dallas away.

Dallas, reasonably so, wasn't a fan of the back talk, but he was right, that was the deal to get him on board. Fighting any urge he had to talk back, he gave Sokol a stern look and let him be.

"So you're the new guy? You seem strong enough." A scruffy voice called out. Sokol turned around to meet the half gaze of Dragan who was more focused on doing push ups than being formal with the newcomer.

"Da, so you're the one I'm stuck next to and it's Sokol. You might as well use it." He leaned against the wall, looking around at his new neighbor's gym equipment. "Is work out all you do? Seems like it get boring, no?"

Dragan didn't even look up this time. "You are Russian, yes? Your accent is as think as your jawline."

Sokol seemed slightly confused with the change of subject. "What does my nationality have to do with the conversation we're having?"

Dragan began to chuckle. "I can't believe they put you down here next to him."

"Next to who? All I see down here is you and me." Sokol got up from the wall and closer to Dragan.

"He's out on a mission with the only other guy this far down. He lives in that little room across from you there." He motioned towards the room with his head to avoid stopping his work out.

"Dat room? I thought it was just storage." He walked over to get a closer look, but didn't enter. "All I saw were mask and weapons on wall and cassettes on floor." He kept trying to get a look at it without entering.

"He says he hasn't fully moved in yet. Well," he thought for a moment, "I suppose 'says' isn't exactly the right word."

"you still haven't told me why it is so funny that I am next to him" Sokol spoke up. He wanted answers and would get them.

Dragan stood up. "Does the name Jacket ring a bell?"

"De fuck kind of name is Jacket?" Sokol looked back at Dragan.

Dragan met his gaze. "It's just what they call him. No one knows his real name, but he wears a letterman jacket and is how he got the name." Dragan sat down on a bench and began doing curls. "You're Russian. Do you know about the mobster murders in Miami?"

"Da, it's said that.." He paused. The implications of what Dragan was saying finally soaked in. "it's said that one man killed them all... Are you telling me every Russian mobster in Miami was murdered by the man who lives right across from me?!" He sounded angry to all hell, but with a slight since of fear.

"He should be back soon as a matter of fact. His mission shouldn't have been a long one. To get our buddy Hox back this guy wanted us to kill this Russian mobster. They figured they had no better man for the job."

The slow growing dread hanging in the room, while not visible on Sokols face , was apparent. Despite this Sokol scoffed "Sure, it's going to take more than one man to take Sokol down." He turned to go back up the stairs, but bumped into a man he'd never seen before. He was a blonde man a bit shorter than him who looked almost twice his age.

"EY! Watch where you are going assho-" He paused for a moment when his eyes met the man's clothes. He was wearing a letterman jacket. It was only after that he realized the man was making eye contact the whole time.

The man Sokol could now assume was the one named Jacket had no emotions that could be read off of his facial expression. He held his hand up to Sokol's face. It eas at this point he saw the tape player he was holding. Jacket rewound the tape and hit play. "Powerplay, great shot, goal, game is over, win for the Bombers, please sign here, welcome to America."

Before Sokol could say anything Jacket pushed passed him and slunk into the darkness of the room across from Sokol's. If it wasn't proven already he knew now that this was in fact the man Dragan had told him about and Dragan was laughing at the irony of it all. "It seems he already knows who you are."

"Fuck off" Sokol, without looking over, continued his way upstairs, but not before giving Dragan the bird as he walked out of sight.

The ground floor lounge of the safe house was oddly empty today and not being able to find what he was looking for only made this Slavic skater even more pissed.

"Woah! What got your panties in a twist new guy?" Houston, a man Dallas had introduced him to on the way here from Russia, passed Sokol on his way to the garage area. "Just don't take it out on the get away van, ok?"

Sokol cut off his path to the garage. "Hey, what the hell new guy? I got to get to working, so why don't you fuck off?"

"Where is Dallas?" Sokol approached Houston. His added height and build made him much more imposing than thought prior.

Houston looked away. "Upstairs with the brit. Now let me fuck off."

With a glare Sokol carried his anger upstairs to see the not so southern leader of the group and as he got closer he began to hear the beginnings of an argument ensuing.

"I just don't see what the problem is, Jim. We caught the rat, you're back, and we're heisting just like old times."

"The problem is that you let that wanker take my spot in the first place!"

"That 'wanker' is my brother and he was just following in our footsteps so we wouldn't be at a loss of a member."

Sokol interrupted without hesitation. "What de hell were you thinking, asshole?" He approached Dallas, radiating ill intent.

"WOAH! Calm down Sokol! What happened?" Dallas paused his little feud with Hoxton to address the current threat at hand.

"I think you know exactly my problem! When were you going to tell me that the Miami Murderer was living directly across from me, Huh?!" Sokol was getting a bit close for comfort, but even still Dallas remained calm.

"Look, I understand you're reasons for not trusting him, but he's a good guy, Sokol and I know if you just talked to him things would-" Sokol cut him off

"Are you suggesting I, a Russian, make friends with the man responsible for killing a large sum of Russians by himself?! On top of that, you believed that putting a Russian next to him was a good idea, da?!" Dallas pushed him a bit further away from his face.

"I'm not saying to make friends. I'm saying you might wanna hear his side of the story before you assume he wants to murder all Russians under a hate crime passion." Dallas turned away from Sokol "I have something to get back to. Please, settle this out yourself. What if you 2 need to go on a mission together."

Sokol was rather pissed at the dismissal of his concerns. "You fucking bitch. " He spat on the ground and walked out of the room.

He grumpily mumbled to himself as he made his way back downstairs. "I can't fucking believe this shit. Talk to that freak? Who the hell does he think I am? I'll never work with that freak."

When he reached back down to his room there was another person he'd never met waiting for him. "What do you mean he's not here? I wanna ask him somethin!" The woman was obnoxiously loud.

"I'm telling you he went upstairs. That's all I know." Dragan was trying to get her out of his sight as soon as possible and the moment he saw Sokol he saw his way out. "Speak of the devil, would you look at that."

The punk looking woman turned around to see the man she'd been looking for and Sokol looked both confused and a bit concerned at the sight of her looking for him.

"You're Sokol, right? Ya gotta be cause I ain't seen ya before. I've been needing to ask you somethin!" She sounded like she didn't even take a breath.

"And you are..?"

She held out her hand for a shake. "They call me Sydney. I'm one of the craziest mother fuckers around and I want you to join me on a heist. My gang could really use a hard hitting crazy bastard like you."

Sokol raised an eyebrow "Oh? Really now. Tell me, who else is on this team?"

"Well, normally we take Wolf with us, but he's on main gang missions all the time. That's why we need you. Otherwise I'd just be me, Jimmy, and Jacket!" Sokol couldn't help but get a chill down his spine at the mention of his name. Then he saw it. Out of the corner of his eye he saw him, Jacket, standing in the doorway of his room staring at the 2 of them.

"Your first mission outside that massive casino, might as well be with the craziest team, yea?!" She seemed overly excited to get him to join them, oblivious to the implications of putting him on a team with Jacket.

Dallas's words rang in Sokol's head. He'd have to work with Jacket eventually and if he turned down a mission just because Jacket was in it, he'd be letting not only him, but everyone else know of the ringing dread he feels around him. "I'm in, but I need to know where before I agree."

"Oh, just your regular bank heist, but I hope you're not a pussy when it comes to police. Quiet isn't exactly our thing... Well.. it's partially Jacket's thing but he says he 'doesn't trust us to do stealth with him' can you believe that?!" Sydney's ramblings mattered little to him. He just knew he had to do this job. He had to prove these silent threats didn't mean shit.

#payday game #payday dallas #payday hoxton #payday #payday houston #payday sydney #payday jacket #payday sokol #sokol payday 2 #jacket payday 2 #sydney payday 2

[arirights]

MY REALITY! (4D b in my 3D fr)

Physical Appearance

- long curly 3a/3b curls(past my shoulders) super healthy and moisturized always!

- short slim and lifted feline face. my forehead rounded and small. my eyes are naturally elongated and feline shaped and my nose is smaller and uplifted!! Super long manga lashes. i have a longer pointier chin that fits my face perfectly. I have a angel skull so basically super pretty and perfect angelic side profile! sharp jawline that can cut knives and everything (p.s. basically i look like those super hot black tiktok and Pinterest girls. Also one day I went to my orientation for college and I got so many compliments saying I look like one of those hot tiktok girls on their fyp😭)

- slim pear shaped body with perfect cute round upside down heart shaped jiggly butt🤭 im just feminine looking fr. anyways my skin is HD clear af got that blurred effect .. so cute on me fr. the hairs on my body are so light that u can’t see em. i got no hairy ass toes either.. that wld b scary. BONUS: all my internal organs are all healthy and pink and always will be. literally immune to all diseases and shit

Life + extras

- getting my rose gold Mercedes’ benz for free this Saturday!:) im also super good at driving and will always be safe! Especially my car yall .. my baby will never get hurt.

- the dorm im gonna be in allows cats and small animals so I’m gonna get a super cute healthy fluffy white kitten for free and it’s gonna be so fun and easy to take care of her. im gnna call her sunflower bc I lov sunflowers :3 and we are gonna have the best bond ever she’s super cuddly and cute and spoiled by me ofc

- academics is literally gonna be so easy im gonna ace every test and exam period.

- I make 2k a week without working for it so pretty much I make 10k a month. I got mad money in my bank account rn like around 20k. I get money every other day too randomly like between 70$ and 200. So i be getting a little over 10k a month in total🤭 it’s so nice because since I’ll be getting so much money I’ll start to take frequent vacations to other countries with friends or by myself‼️and in conclusion I’ll always have enough money for anything and everything no matter what.

- Covid and monkeypox doesn’t exist.. it never did.. deadass don’t know what dat is .. it sounds funny

- equality between race, ethnicity, gender, and sex

- I can manifest anything whenever instantly because I said so. and that’s it lol. also any method I use works just the same. for ex subliminals give me drastic results instantly within seconds because I said so. also subliminals help me be more organized fr. Also everything works in my favor and anything i want is already mine period :)

- im literally gonna have the best friend group, maybe even multiple. im just gonna have so many good loyal friends who treat me like I’m a celebrity. I have everything anyone has ever wanted to everyone always comes up to me and asks me how I did this and that :> me and my friends have almost everything in common and are always so positive and there for each other and we all bad bitches wether boy or girl or neither🤭my friends deadass the hottest too fr they all could b models!!

- my roommates are literally basically super cool and understanding and chill. we all get along so well and it’s just cute girly positivity

- im always invited to super fun and safe parties and I’m always able to go. Nothing will get in the way of me going :3 im gonna have so much fun fr

- after my first two years of college im gonna go to Columbia university and successfully live off campus and the most beautiful perfect apartment ever for cheap!:) cus y not

in conclusion everything i want is already mine and has always been mine.

#affirm and persist #manifesting #affirmations #i manifested this #4d reality #4d result #instant results #loa #loassumption

[dirtybiowareconfessions]

Confession: Okay Rila simping time. The Asari are so hot in general but Rila is simply too pretty! Those eyes, that jawline, those scales on her crest, her full lips, her voice, those markings and dat pale blue skin!!! She looks like an ice princess!! I would kiss those pale blue lips while I stare into those beautiful icey blue eyes all day. Samara is so gorgeous too damn she makes some pretty daughters. I‘m not gay but I‘d go lesbian for Rila and kiss those pretty full lips for hours

#Rila #Mass Effect #mass effect 3 #BioWare #dirty confession #dirty confessions

[voidthewanderer]

Tender Moments

→ Word Count: 837 → Warnings: None (Too mild for mature warnings) → Characters: Ripper, Sweetjane → Another received prompt; rewritten

All fell quiet as after the duo had finished their throw of passion; the only noise having been the occasional deep breath as they’d calmed down for the night. Ripper rolled up onto his side, pulling Sweetjane close against his chest; his fingertips lazily dancing along her skin as he reveled on the fact that this was still so absolutely real. She was real. A woman who he loved that loved him back; and so absolutely attractive to boot. It still made his mind reel every time his mind fell on that the thought.

People came and went, as was life. They lived, they loved, life moved on… they died. Rinse and repeat, year after year. It had made him genuinely scared to get close to anybody, especially smoothskins. They eventually died and it was something that got harder and harder to deal with. And yet, there he was, not only getting close to one, but one he’d long since considered his partner. And one that he’d hope would last for as long as he could possibly let it last.

He’d practically memorized every little bit of her body. Where every scar was and how tenderly he’d be able to trace his fingers down them. Each spot that would make her giggle or squirm as he brushed against it. Every little contour of her body from the crook of her neck all the way down to the softness of her thighs; he burned it all into his mind. He never wanted to forget the one who gave him a chance… Who would have thought he’d ever meet his better half…

“What’s on yer mind?” he’d heard her hum, him melting at her voice as he felt her wriggle in his arms. Hands gently cupped his cheeks, him taking the time to savor feeling her thumbs brush against his ruined skin. A feeling that he never expected to be able to feel, but one that was oh so welcome.

“Everything… just… god…” he let out a low laugh, her feeling the rumble in his chest, “Doesn’t matter how long… It’s still so amazing that you’re here. You’re… mine.”

His hands slid down her back, fingertips brushing along her spine before parting ways to grip at her hips, desperate to keep her close. Like if he didn’t, she’d disappear. She pulled him in for a soft kiss, “An’ its gonna stay dat way, ya hear?”

“Oh, I know, he hummed, returning the kiss before continuing, ”Y’know… I could get used t’ this… Every night in bed with you-“ another kiss ”-laying beside me. No more of this running around everywhere t’ meet up.“

“Ain’t gonna be too much longa now,” she returned his him, keeping herself tucked close. A finger twitched against her hip as he nodded, “Just gotta take one last trip back t’ Jersey, see if I can’t find somethin’ I lost a long while back. And then it’ll be us.”

“An’ th’ kids.”

He watched her lip curl into a smile, only making his own brighter.And the kids… A full family… If only it could be fuller.

Her fingers lightly brushed along his cheeks, following the contour of his dimples, long since hidden away by the radiation scarring. He loved the feeling, dull little sparks as they trailed along his ruined skin. He pressed his face forward into her hands, pecking at her nose. She went to pull back, knowing exactly what had been reeling in the elder’s head, but an arm locking tight around her waist kept her from pulling back any further. The tip of her nose was lightly held between his teeth, a smirk playing on his lips. She couldn’t help but laugh, moving to press against his chest to pull back. He pulled back to give her a proper kiss once more, a laugh catching in his own throat.

“Yer such a weirdo,” she pulled back from the kiss with a laugh, shifting a hand to brush her finger along what was left of his nose ridge. He shut his eyes at the feeling; that spot in particular having the most feeling still.

“Ya love me,” he purred, trailing kisses from her nose down her cheek, and then to her jawline. He skipped over the neck due to the collar, feeling her breath in as he laid his kisses everywhere between her collarbone and the swell of her breasts. His hands fell to her hips, rolling her back over on her back, him shifting to straddle her. He’d thought he’d been settled for the night, but the night was still young… and he had all the time in the world. He was going to spend every waking second he could with her.

He shifted up to look at her, smile soft, “Kinda wanna hear ya singin’ again…”

“What’re ya waitin’ fer den?” Legs locked around his hips, her pulling him down into a deep kiss. Just like every other night… he desperately wished it would never end. Hopefully soon, it wouldn’t…

#shut it void #*void's writings #otp: old fashioned love song #oc: ripper #bleumanouche: sweetjane ledet

[s090l]

The tropical night was ablaze with lightning, illuminating the beachside cabin where Handré and y/n sought shelter from the unexpected storm. The rain pelted against the windows, creating a rhythmic melody that resonated through the cozy retreat. As the thunder rumbled in the distance, Handré held y/n close, the sound of her heartbeat syncing with the natural symphony outside.

In the flickering candlelight, Handré's usually composed demeanor softened. The storm, with its wild winds and crashing waves, seemed to mirror the tempest of emotions within him. He looked into y/n's eyes, his vulnerability exposed, and spoke words he had never shared before

"Ek was nog altyd bang gewees,"

Handré admitted, his voice a low murmur beneath the storm's cacophony.. "Bang om nie goed genoeg te wees nie, om my span teleur te stel, om nie aan die verwagtinge te voldoen nie."

Y/n gently traced her fingers along his jawline, her touch tender and reassuring. "Jy het al soveel bereik, Handré. Jy het ons almal trots gemaak, en jy het jouself trots gemaak. Moet nie die gewig van die wêreld op jou skouers dra nie."

Handré sighed, his eyes reflecting the depths of his soul."Dit gaan nie net oor rugby nie, y/n. Dit gaan oor alles. Om 'n goeie lewensmaat, 'n goeie seun, en binnekort, 'n goeie pa te wees. Ek wil die beste weergawe van myself wees vir jou en ons kleinding."

Y/n's heart swelled with love for this man, who bared his fears and insecurities to her without reservation. She cupped his face, guiding his gaze back to her

"Jy is alreeds die beste weergawe van jouself, Handré. Jou krag, jou vriendelikheid, jou vasberadenheid – dit maak jou buitengewoon. En wat betref om 'n pa te wees, ek het geen twyfel dat jy wonderlik gaan wees nie. Ons gaan hierdie reis saam aanpak, net soos ons elke storm aanpak – met liefde en onwrikbare ondersteuning."

As the storm continued to rage outside, Handré found solace in y/n's arms. He kissed her forehead, his gratitude for her presence immeasurable. "Ek het jou lief,"

he whispered, his voice carrying the weight of his emotions.

Y/n smiled, her eyes shimmering with affection.

“En ek het jou lief, Handré. Nou en vir altyd, maak nie saak watter storms ons in die lewe teëkom nie."

In that moment, amidst the thunder and rain, Handré and y/n rediscovered the depth of their love. The storm outside could not dampen the warmth they felt in each other's arms, and as they held onto one another, they knew that their love was a beacon of light, guiding them through any challenges life might bring.

[gurorori]

i hate those videos of men dat r like: 'womens standards for men: 6'4 rich with a six pack n a sharp jawline' 'mens standards for women: must b female (optional)'...

it jus feels like literal gaslightin cuz 99% of da time, its the complete opposite. like oh noooo women like a guy 2 b taller than them? men will literally dehumanise a woman if even one thing abt her appearance doesn fit their ideal

#like do yall nawt see the way men treat women they aint attracted to?...... #ik its 'jus a joke' but... i don see how ya even come 2 makin this joke when its jus never ever true at all. whos supposed 2 relate? incels

[topconfessions]

So Taeyang's comeback photos look great (imo) mixed feelings about the blond but dem shoulders and dat jawline 😍 perfection 🤌 Hyorin is a lucky woman

SAME. idk how to feel about the blonde but the body and face is still fire. I KNOW she's taking good care of him at night.

[sneezes]

#vernon #hansol #seventeen #svtgifs #svtcreations #gifs #mine16 #inside seventeen #211226 #vogue korea #😭😭😭 #so handsome #a modeling icon #dat side profile #dat jawline #gifs: vernon

[oh-my-tatoes]

Just Another Normal Hollander

me: *is looking at pictures and compilations of tom holland and is struggling to breathe*

me: *chokes and screeches*

my mom: *looking up with a worried expression* .....are you okay

me: *clears throat* oh yeah

me: i’m good

#tom holland #hollander #im crazy in love #DAT JAWLINE #a living meme #true love #spider-man #DID I MENTION THE JAWLINE #OH AND THE JAWLINE