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merrybloomwrites · 2 months

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You Can Start a Family (Extra: Getting High)

Summary: Y/N's never tried weed before, and has an interesting night trying it for the first time with the three people she loves and trusts the most.

AN: This is a story about people getting high, written by someone who's never been high. I did a fair amount of research, so I hope it's accurate enough to what people experience lol

Previous Chapters:

Main Story: One ; Two ; Three ; Four ; Five ; Six ; Seven ; Eight ; Nine ; Ten

Sickfic Part 1 ; Part 2

Mitchrry Prequel

Fan Reactions

Holiday Blues

Mitchryy Reunion

Word Count: 2.8K

CW: Mentions of smut & daddy kink; drug use

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It’s a perfect Friday morning. You’re sitting at the kitchen table of your LA home with Sarah, Mitch, and Harry. Sarah had surprised you all with a full English breakfast “just because” and you’re enjoying every delicious bite.

It’s so good that everyone is practically silent, no one wants to take a break from eating to say anything. You’re the first to get full so you decide to start up some conversation. There’s something you’ve been wanting to ask them but have been too shy to actually voice your question.

Deciding to finally go for it, you break the silence saying, “What’s it like to get high?”

Simultaneously, all three of them stop mid chew to stare at you, completely caught off guard by your question.

Harry composes himself first and after finishing his bite of food he says, “Well it depends on what drug you’ve taken.” You’re grateful for the way he responded, showing that they’ll take the conversation seriously and not as a joke.

It’s no secret that he and Mitch have done a couple different drugs in the past. It’s common knowledge that “She” was written by Mitch while he was under the influence of psychedelic drugs. And everyone’s heard the story of Harry biting off part of his tongue while high on mushrooms.

Harry has also mentioned having done coke once or twice, and that admittedly makes you a little nervous. You went through the DARE program growing up where you’d been taught that all drugs will ruin your life and kill you. So while you never judge others for occasionally getting a little high, it does make you somewhat nervous that something bad could happen when they do.

You voice your concerns to them, and they talk you through what drugs they’ve tried, what it was like, and how they ensure their safety while under the influence. By the end you’re feeling better about everything.

But you notice one thing they left out.

“And what about weed?” You ask.

“What about it?” Mitch asks.

“What are you guys like when you smoke it? Eat it? Whatever you all do with pot,” you clarify.

“The boys prefer to smoke,” Sarah answers, “And I don’t like smoking, so I’ll have some edibles if I want to participate.”

“We all get pretty mellow,” Mitch says to answer your question.

“You can be more mellow?” You inquire jokingly, referring to his generally calm demeanor.

“He just sits there all smiley,” Harry says.

Sarah laughs and adds, “Yea, until he starts getting extra horny.”

You blush thinking about what that must be like and then ask, “What about you two? What are you guys like?”

“Sarah gets very giggly. And chatty,” Mitch answers. “And Harry gets the munchies.”

“Seriously?” You ask. Harry, the person in this relationship who is most regimented about what he eats and rarely ever snacks, gets the munchies?

“Oh, for sure,” Harry answers. “All bets are off when I’m high. Calories don’t count,” he finishes with a shrug.

“I wonder what I’d be like,” you say quietly.

“Y/N, do you want to try it? We’d all be with you, make sure nothing happens,” Sarah says.

You sit silently for a moment, debating what to say. This was another goal of yours for this conversation. You want to try getting high, especially with the three of them, who you trust more than anyone. You had been offered weed at a couple parties before, and always turned it down, nervous that something could go wrong. But here? With Sarah, and Mitch, and Harry? Well, that sounds like it could actually be fun.

You nod and say, “Yea, I kind of do want to try.”

“Okay,” Harry says. “We can make that happen.”

After that, the conversation turns to other topics as you finish eating and cleaning up breakfast. Harry spends a good chunk of the day writing. Mitch helps him but heads to the grocery store in the afternoon. Meanwhile, you and Sarah work in the garden, getting it ready to put in some new plants.

Happy with your progress for the day, you head inside to take a shower. When you’re done and dressed you walk down to the living room where Sarah, also freshly showered, and Harry and sitting together on the couch. You join them, sitting beside Harry. He talks a bit about what he worked on so far and then you finally hear the door opening, alerting you all that Mitch has returned from the store.

All three of you join him in the kitchen, helping to put the groceries away. You get to one bag that looks different from the others, like it came from a different store, but it still just seems to contain some different snacks, namely chocolates and some gummy candies. You get a closer look and notice the little leaf symbol on all of the packages.

“Uhm, Mitch? What is this?” You know what it is, or at least, you’re mostly sure, but it feels like a good idea to actually confirm.

He looks over to see what you’re holding and smirks before saying, “Well that would be weed. Figured it wouldn’t hurt to grab some after our talk this morning.”

“Can we try it?”

“Sure,” he replies.

“Tonight?” You ask.

“Are you sure?” Sarah confirms.

“I mean, it seems like a good time. We have a free weekend, which never happens. And I don’t want to overthink it more than I already have.”

“Ok,” Harry responds. “After dinner if you still want to then these will be our dessert,” he says, taking the bag of goodies from you and putting it in a cabinet, far away from the rest of the snacks.

“Sorry it’s only edibles,” Mitch says to Harry. “Sarah doesn’t smoke, and I didn’t think Y/N would either. And you don’t like smoking alone so, yea.”

“Are you not joining us?” Sarah asks.

“Not this time, I want to stay sober just in case.”

“Look at you, going into daddy mode,” Harry jokes.

There’s a flicker in Mitch’s eyes at that, something you’ve never seen before. “Haven’t heard that nickname in a long time,” Mitch says.

“You haven’t earned it,” Harry replies, tone definitely cheeky, and a little suggestive. You tuck the encounter away in your mind, making a note to ask them about whatever that just was at another time.

Now that everything seems to be decided, you turn to start making dinner. With the prospect of a new experience on the horizon you need to do something that’s familiar to you. Sarah helps you cook, and the boys clean up after.

Once everyone is in comfy clothes you meet up back in the living room. Mitch is holding the chocolate bar and gives you a look before asking, “Still want to try this?”

“I do,” you reply. You’re excited, even if you’re slightly nervous about how you might act or if you might say something stupid while under the influence.

“Alright,” he replies.

Mitch opens the package, breaking off three pieces and handing one to each of you. He then passes the rest to Harry, saying, “You might want one more in a bit. It’s a pretty low dose.”

You pop the chocolate in your mouth, a thrill going through you at doing something you’ve always been told was dangerous. It’s silly to feel this way, knowing now that the likelihood of this having any type of negative outcome is extremely slim, but it still feels almost reckless in an exciting way.

Nothing happens for a bit, but you expected that. Harry ends up taking one more piece, and you wonder if you should as well. Before you can even ask, Mitch says, “No more for you, give it time.”

Sarah adds, “It’ll kick in soon, trust me.”

And she isn’t wrong. You don’t notice it happening, but eventually you feel different. Your body feels kind of tingly, and you’re smiling but you don’t really know why.

The next thing you know, you and Sarah are discussing the garden at length. The area you have set aside is totally not big enough. You need way more space so you can grow veggies and berries and like, three orange trees so you can make your own orange juice every morning. Harry gets up no less than five times to retrieve snacks from the kitchen and you discover you’re actually starving, which is weird because wasn’t dinner an hour ago? You’re never hungry so soon after a meal.

Some more time apparently passes, and you and Sarah are now laughing at a story Harry’s telling about his craziest fan encounter.

Suddenly you remember a comment from earlier and turn to Mitch. He’s sitting next to you on the couch, completely entertained by the antics of the three of you and doesn’t miss when your attention focuses on him.

When you don’t say anything for over a minute he gives you a confused look and says, “Can I help you?”

“Why did Harry call you daddy earlier?” You ask.

At this question both Mitch and Harry blush. BLUSH. You don’t think you’ve ever seen that before.

Mitch looks at your doe eyed, innocent expression and thinks for a minute how he’s going to explain this to you. He sometimes forgets that all your sexual experience has been with him, and there’s a lot you’re unfamiliar with. Sure, the fact that you have sex with three people at once might seem adventurous, but the sex you all have tends to be mostly very vanilla. Mitch watches your inquisitive expression as he figures out the best way to explain daddy kinks and dom/sub dynamics to you.

He decides to start by asking you, “Have you heard of daddy kinks before?”

Your eyes go wide as you realize that this is going down a sexual route. Sarah starts giggling next to you at your reaction and you pout before saying, “Don’t laugh at me, you know I was sheltered!”

“I don’t mean to, you’re just so adorable when you're all shocked and naive,” she replies.

Sarah then shifts on the couch so she’s laying sideways, her back against the armrest. She pulls you to her, so your back is against her chest. Mitch slides closer and Harry takes the seat next to him. You and Sarah both stretch out your legs over Mitch’s lap until your feet rest on Harry. You feel all warm inside, getting to be in contact with all three of them.

“Sorry for laughing,” Sarah says quietly in your ear. “You know how much we love teaching you new things.” You shutter involuntarily at her suggestive tone. She wraps her arms around your middle as Mitch says, “You never answered my question.”

“There was a question?” You say and start giggling. You search your fuzzy brain, trying to remember what he asked you, then trying to remember what you guys were even talking about.

“I asked you if you knew what a Daddy kink is,” he says, watching you closely in case you had another entertaining reaction.

This time your face goes serious, and Mitch can literally see the wheels turning in your mind as you come up with an answer.

After a literal minute of thinking you reply with a decisive, “No.”

“Okay. So, a common misconception is that someone with a daddy kink has daddy issues. And that could be the case for some people but that’s not really what it is. It’s about power dynamics. Like one person gives over control to the other person. And the one with control would be considered daddy.”

“Mitch, that was a fucking terrible explanation,” Harry says. “Y/N, did that make sense to you?”

“Not really, no.”

Sarah decides to take over and says, “Do you remember the night after one of the Wembley shows when we teased you on the ride home?” You immediately remember what she’s talking about and a shutter of pleasure runs through your body at the memory. “And when we got back to the room we edged you even more and wouldn’t let you come? And then made you come multiple times until you passed out?”

“Holy shit,” Harry says. “Why have I never asked about things you did before I joined? Fuck, that sounds hot.”

You blush at the memory and Sarah continues, saying, “That night, Mitch and I had the power. We were in control of your pleasure. You trusted us to take care of you. That’s what a dom/sub dynamic is about. And there’s different titles that doms go by, like sir and ma’am or daddy and mommy. Depends on personal preference.”

“And Mitch prefers daddy?” You ask. He huffs out a laugh and looks visibly flustered at this question, so you say, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Oh, he for sure prefers daddy,” Harry adds. “The first time I let it slip out, he came instantaneously.” Your body starts to heat up and you squirm in Sarah’s lap as Harry continues, “I’d asked him to restrain me and just take what he wanted. He went full daddy mode and didn’t even realize. One of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced.”

You can’t sit still any longer, so you move, your limbs uncoordinated due to the drugs and lust clouding your mind, but you finally succeed in straddling Mitch’s lap.

“I wanna do that,” you say.

“Do what exactly?” Mitch presses.

“I dunno. Everything. Anything you guys want to do. I want to give up control,” you answer.

“Darling, I don’t think you’ve ever been in control in bed,” Sarah says with another giggle.

“Okay but like, I wanna do it legit. Please, daddy?” You say with puppy dog eyes looking right at Mitch.

He groans, and you think you’re getting your way, so you move to kiss him and grind down in his lap. His hands grip your waist and frustratingly, they stop your movements.

“Look at me, baby,” he says, and your eyes dart back to meet his. “We can try it, but not now.”

“Why not?” You whine.

“Because you’re high and can’t fully consent. We all have to be sober to do this the right way. And there’s a lot we need to talk about first. We need to discuss limits, safe words, things like that. Okay?”

“Fine. But I won’t forget this.”

“Trust me babe, neither will I,” he replies, nipping at your ear and you give him a dirty look for teasing you.

“Now, why don’t we watch a movie?” Mitch suggests.

“Emperor's New Groove!” You immediately shout.

“What’s that one about?” Harry asks.

“Seriously? You’ve never seen it?” He shakes his head no and you look at the other two who confirm they’d never watched it either.

“NONE of you have seen Emperor's New Groove? That’s a fucking travesty.” They all burst into laughter since you never curse but this seems to be high enough stakes to earn the explicit word.

“We are watching it. Right now.” You jump off the couch, stumbling across the room to grab the remote. You plop back into Sarah’s lap, legs outstretched over the boys, and concentrate on putting the movie on.

Before you press play you say, “I have one very important question.”

“And what would that be, love?” Harry asks.

“Are there more snacks?”

Without a word he gets up and makes a trip to the kitchen, bringing back an assortment of treats.

You grab some of the chocolates and start the movie.

You’re all a giggling mess watching the movie, and you’re starting to get very sleepy by the time it’s over. Mitch has his work cut out for him, rounding the three of you up and helping you all get ready for bed. You cooperate with brushing your teeth and washing your face, but refuse to put pants on, arguing that it’s too warm and all you want is one of Harry’s t-shirts. You also refuse to walk from the bathroom to the bedroom, and Mitch steps in before Sarah can try picking you up while she’s still unsteady herself.

You’re basically dead weight in Mitch’s arms, and you laugh uncontrollably when he gently throws you onto the mattress. The night ends with all four of you together in bed, exchanging “I love you” back and forth repeatedly.

You fall asleep on top of Mitch, and he thinks back to how the evening went. He can’t help but smile at the fact that high Y/N is basically a combination of the other three when high. You laugh and talk uncontrollably like Sarah, snack like Harry, and get a bit more horny than usual like Mitch.

And he certainly won’t forget the conversation you’d had any time soon. He hopes the rest of you won’t either. As he strokes your hair and looks fondly at Sarah and Harry sleeping at his sides, he feels like today was a perfect day. And he can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.

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thejujvtsupost · 23 days

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Collar Crimes -> Pouring Rain

It’s technically not April (when i originally planned to write this) but life happens. I’m thinking the next one is gonna be how they met but lmk if you guys want something else. 💗

Notes: some of reader’s insecurities come out, Suguru’s a sweetheart, talks of violence and very light gore.

“Sweetheart?”

“‘M sorry! I’ll come back later- uh I’ll see you at home!”

(On a completely unrelated note, calling you sweetheart in front of everyone made your cheeks flush and heart flutter just the tiniest bit.)

This would be the first time you’ve interrupted his business. You should have knocked and now, on top of the humiliation of dripping water everywhere, you embarrassed yourself.

It was rare for you to go to Suguru‘s office, and certainly not unattended and unprompted. His building was closer to your evening class on campus than the penthouse and you were shivering and cold and completely soaked from the pouring rain.

Well, the rain wouldn’t have been so bad if it weren’t dark or for the car that drove by and drenched you.

“Leave.”

You flinched at his tone and bit your lip to stop it from trembling. You couldn’t let yourself cry in front of everyone and make it worse, you screwed up more than enough. Your head was already down and you were on your way out the door as fast as you could but you were blocked by the bodies of the other men leaving the room.

Oh. He meant the people he was meeting with, to your relief. Maybe he wasn’t too mad then?

“Not you bunny, c’mere. What happened? You must be freezing.” Warm arms wrapped around your shivering frame and held you close uncaring if he got wet too, a kiss to your forehead helped calm your anxiety from your interruption.

“I’m sorry for barging in, no one was out at the desk to tell me you were busy so I thought it was okay. I didn’t know- ” you were guided to the desk and onto the surface while he looked for something in the closet— a change of clothes.

“I don’t care about that, you’re always my first priority so never apologize. Why are you wet, sweetheart? I thought you had your seven pm class.”

“I did, but its raining so hard and my phone died so I couldn’t call anyone for a ride and my friends already left and I didn’t have an umbrella and I figured I’d just walk and try to be quick but then a car splashed me and I was so cold and tired and-” you took a big breath to calm down and stop rambling, “It was too much- dark too, and this was closer than going straight home.” You still felt bad for interrupting his meeting, but the warmer you got the less you regretted it.

Suguru closed the blinds to his office hummed in sympathy. (he never liked those damn friends of yours, they never valued you enough in his opinion and the fact that they left you there without even offering a ride only proved that) and started helping you out of the wet clothes clinging to your skin before placing them in a plastic bag to take home later. “You have my clothes here?”

He smiled, “You know I’m always prepared, but I figured they’d come in handy at some point. It’s just an outfit or two in a go bag for emergencies.” Your heart swelled, he was always so thoughtful when it came to you . “I got a few blankets and pillow too after you fell asleep here the first time, if you’re interested. I have to stay a few more hours but if you would rather go home I can have someone drive you.”

You shook your head, “I’d like to stay please, if it’s not a bother.”

“Of course it isn’t, why else do you think I have the blankets and pillow, bunny? You’re my bunny, you always have a place next to me.”

The tears started rolling, he wiped them away with large, warm tattooed hands and hugged you tightly to his chest. “Sorry, just been a rough day and I’m emotional.”

“I know, but you did a good thing by coming here. I’m proud of you for thinking of yourself instead of trying to get home on your own. Especially in the dark. You hate it, and s‘not safe for you out there.”

You were trying really hard, with your boyfriend’s help, to work on the part of you that felt less than and like a burden at times. It was difficult to unlearn the way you felt about yourself for years and years growing up but you were making great progress.

“Are you sure it’s okay for me to hear what you’re doing for work? Isn’t it confidential?”

He just gave you a look and helped you slide on some socks.

“You should warm up soon, but how about a rest on the couch during my meeting for a little while, yeah? I’ll keep our voices down.”

You nodded and allowed him to wrap you in one of the soft blankets he spoke of before. “Wait here a second. I’ll keep it as brief as I can.”

“So we’re looking at about 50k in damages…”

Whatever they were saying didn’t really matter to you. They kept their voices low to not disturb you for the most part.

A newer member raised his voice once Suguru corrected him immediately. “Quiet down or I’ll cut your tongue out.” And there weren’t any other incidents.

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wwrenwrites · 1 year

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Jason Todd x reader with multiple piercings

A/N: if you’re in doubt this is your sign to get that piercing!

- He LOVES how you style your piercings

- He thinks it shows what kind of person you are besides you're personal taste in clothes

- More than three piercings, seven, ten ??

- LOVE LOVE LOVE

- He thinks it's hella attractive

- He would be especially in awe if one of your piercings are quite unique like tragus piercing or an industrial or a rook piercing

- He would ask so many questions: if it hurts and the type of accessory style you like

- Heck, he would surely gift you really pretty ones you like as gifts

- If you buy stylish fake ones

- OOF sis he would be stubborn af to not want to spoil you in buying actual gold or diamond earrings for you

- “Jay it's fine. Let's go, the price is baffling."

- “We're also getting the two gold ones as well."

- Promise ring? PFFT- he would buy rings make it into a necklace for himself

- While that one ring is customized to be used as earrings for you

- HECK I stan the fact he had ear piercings himself at one point of his life and got them re-pierced if needed. Then both of you have matchy couple earring studs

- He would stop you from removing you're other earrings into a normal pair of two when you insist you want to be more 'presentable' in front of his family every single time

- "Babe I swear. Don't remove them."

- "I want your family to like me, Jason."

- "If they don't like you just for how you like to express yourself and your interest then they will have to fuck up their close-mindedness."

- "Jay-"

- "Also more reasons for me on why I will not drop by the manor."

- “Don't use me as an excuse!"

- If you also have facial piercings he finds it pretty badass and hot

- May it be septum, nose ring or lip piercing or even if you have a fake nose ring (which is cheaper and practical)

- He would hold you down when you feel like you want another piercing

- And you told him so many times, you had enough beforehand

- Like you said you don't plan to get more

- But you had a rough week and you're coping mechanism is getting piercings than dying your hair

- He would support you if you really want it

- But he would also have his own way of telling you to not go through your plan

- "Jay I think I’ll get that tongue piercing.”

- "Okay. But I've been craving for really hot soup for the next few weeks if you're fine with that though."

- If you have body piercings like nipple piercings

- That will always be one of his favorite parts to get you turned on since it’s extra sensitive than the regular

- Always a wonderful sight to see when its see through your crop top or oversized shirt

- Obviously he has the most staring and groping privileges

- Others gotta watch out for him if he catches anyone staring at you maliciously

- Would always tease your nipples even if there are people few meters away while nibbling your ear

- You sitting between his thick legs squirming, then getting pissed off when he stops once he heard someone call for him leaving you extra angry and horny

- Both of you also talking about genital piercings

- He salutes other people who were really eager to get it pierced there

- You telling him you would pay him if he gets his dick pierced for ‘experimentation purposes’

- Which is extra ridiculous to Jason since he knows he satisfies you well even with your toys

- Jason rolling his eyes when you even offered $500 to him

- Clearly remembering how you were whining the first week or two on how sore and painful your fresh nipple piercings were

- Running around Gotham with a fresh dick piercing nor any needle near his cock? Not appealing

- “Cheap.”

- “Fine 1K.”

- “2.5K”

- “Thats a price of a tattoo!”

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ddemonseonghwa · 2 years

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𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠

𝘞𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘧! 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘹 𝘉𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘏𝘺𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘥 𝘍𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

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𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘪𝘴𝘩. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵 (𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵). 𝘚𝘮𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘵! 𝘚𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 (𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘵), 𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 (𝘣𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺, 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵), 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘮, 𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭 (𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴), 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 (𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯’𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦), 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯, 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘚𝘪𝘸𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘺, 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘌𝘓𝘍 𝘋𝘕𝘐.

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Seven sighed, biting her lips as Chan licked a stripe up her pussy. She looked down, watching as he ate her out. He had been eating her out for some time and he had already made her cum multiple times. Multiple wet, creamy orgasms full of moans, whines, crying, yelling, and screaming out his name. Her legs were almost trembling, but he’d get her there very soon and she knew it.

“You’re such a cute little slut…. But you’re my cute little slut. You’re my mate, and mine only.” He growled as he licked up her slit while he looked up at her. His thumb reached up and pressed on her clit brutally, rubbing it in harsh and violent circles that she loved, triggering another orgasm that was more powerful than the last one. She yelled out his name, reassuring that she was his. But of course he kept going because he wasn’t done. Would he ever be?

“This is my pussy. You’re mine. No other wolf can have you, and I’ll kill the others if they try, just like I did with one of their pack members today.” He said deeply, spreading her legs wider. It was pretty set in stone that Seven was Chan’s mate and everyone would get the point, but some wolves out there purposely missed it.

Choi Siwon, a well-known wolf from a rival pack, was keeping close tabs on Seven for months. He always tried to talk to her, be her friend, and get on her good side in hopes that she’d leave Chan and be his mate instead. Seven was no fool and made it very clear from the start that she wasn’t interested, especially knowing how werewolves worked on a surface level when it came to mates. Siwon didn’t get the memo and tried to seduce her one day when he found her at a nightclub. Growing tired of the bullshit, Seven hit Siwon square in the face and broke his nose on impact. Chan came back after getting Seven something to drink and decided it was time to leave. Knowing it appeared simple to humans, he knew he should’ve let it go. But humans who’ve never even talked to a werewolf never understood how werewolves work. Instances like these can lead to mates getting killed and Chan did not take it lightly. So he would do something about it the next time he saw Siwon, just to keep people out of their business. But things went south when Siwon somehow managed to grab Seven uncomfortably by her neck as a means of coercion or intimidation due to their differences in size, and that prompted Chan to fully transform, attack, and eventually kill the rival wolf that day. Chan never played with anyone he was close to and cared about, and that included his mate.

His tongue dove deeper at the new angle, licking up the creamy cum that leaked from her tiny little pussy. “I-it’s yours… I’m yours, d-daddy…!” She whimpered, her legs starting to tremble as she felt another orgasm coming. “You’re close, I can feel it. Cum for me, princess.” He urged. That was all she needed before she squirted, and just like previous orgasms, he caught every drop and made sure to overstimulate her until she screamed and cried his name so she knew who could make her feel this way, the one and only man who could make her cum like this. Once she was done with her orgasm, he pulled away and looked down at her.

“Done for tonight? Or do you still want my cock?” He asked her when she was able to speak, which took several minutes. She shook her head. “No, not done… I need your cock… But I need a very small break before you destroy my hymen.” She told him. He smiled gently before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “Sure thing… Whatever my little bunny wants.” She blushed as she looked up at him. “You’re the best wolf, daddy.” She said, lifting her leg to show him how wet she was and the cum leaking from her pussy already despite just having a harsh orgasm.

He smirked as he started to undo his pants and pull his thick, hard and long cock out. “Bunny hybrids…. Tiny little things with the sex drive of succubi…. You’re so wet with slick, and you’re just asking to be bred, yet I’m still somewhat trying to behave and not fuck the shit out of you.” He growled as he got closer and rubbed his tip along her glistening slit. She looked at him with a slightly intimidated look. She wasn’t truly afraid, just excited. In the bedroom, Chan was the hunter and Seven was the prey, and it would always get her wet just thinking about it.

“So stop giving a fuck and breed and knot me, then. Get that fucker Siwon out of your head, you killed him already. Give me all of your knot. Fill me up good so they all know I’m all yours.” She demanded. Losing all remaining care, Chan shoved his thick, lengthy cock in until he bottomed out, making Seven cry out in pleasure as he started thrusting at a brutal pace. She grabbed her breasts while he gripped her hips, knowing his hands would leave bruises. But Seven didn’t care. Neither of them did.

“Oh, princess, it’s my job to breed and knot you. I’ll fill you up so good they’ll know you’re mine, too.”

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Can I request a sexy Keller fic? Maybe where reader is his secret wife, all his friends think he’s shy, but not with her. Also can she be a badass!

I love your work! Keller is under appreciated thank you

Hope this is okay for you Anon! You're right Keller is underappreciated!

Mrs Keller

Director Keller x Reader

Word Count: 7603

Keller never thought much about the way people spoke about him. He was an observant man, he needed to be in his role as Director, but at no point did he think people spoke about him behind his back in any other regard than a boring, mundane, professional one.

It was his assistant who had alerted him to the fact that he was wrong, and she did so in the most surprising way.

‘Gemma?’ He called from inside his office.

She came scurrying in, pushing her glasses up her nose. ‘Sir?’

‘Can we cancel the meeting with Miss Clare? I don’t want to see her in this building again.’ Keller sighed, annoyed.

‘Of course.’ Gemma nodded, frowning but half smiling in confusion. ‘Any reason you don’t want to see her again, sir?’

Keller liked Gemma a lot, she was a great assistant, she didn’t take crap from anyone and always made sure he got to where he needed to be on time. She had become a great friend of his, especially during the Skrull incident.

‘She’s a pain in my ass.’ Keller breathed harshly through his nose. ‘Wildly inappropriate and not the kind of person I want wandering around this agency.’

Gemma stood up straight and frowned. ‘Oh, I thought you and her were… getting along?’

‘What do you mean?’ It was Keller’s turn to frown.

Gemma just smiled. ‘Sir, it’s evident she likes you and we just presumed with all the time you were spending together…’ she rolled her hand to indicate something more, but Keller just didn’t understand.

‘We were talking about a potential client.’ He explained.

‘Sir, you know, it’s okay to admit you’ve been out of the game a while.’ She gently closed the door behind her, making sure no one could hear the conversation. ‘But you really should give Miss Clare a chance. She is lovely when you get to know her, single, very well regarded and would be in complete understanding of the demands of your job.’

Keller almost laughed. ‘Gemma, I do not need dating advice.’

‘I’m not offering advice, I’m just saying, it’s okay to relieve a little stress every now and again.’

Keller came around his desk, mostly to stop Gemma speaking.

‘I promise, I’m fine.’ Keller smiled.

Gemma let a breath go. ‘Okay, well, if you change your mind, let me know. We all worry that you’re a bit lonely these days.’

Keller nodded. He knew Gemma meant well and he always appreciated it, but he really didn’t need to be set up on a date with anyone.

‘I’m not.’ Keller shook his head, feeling a lot less stressed than he did before his assistant's concern. ‘Out of interest, who’s ‘we’?’

Gemma suddenly looked a little sheepish, making Keller chuckle as he grabbed his suit jacket from the back of his chair. ‘It just slipped out.’ She sighed.

‘It’s been a long day,’ Keller nodded. ‘But you do need to work on your poker face.’

Gemma just rolled her eyes about to leave his office. ‘By the way, you’ve got three profiles to go over and seven operational reports to read before tomorrow. You got time tonight?’ She teased, making him laugh.

‘I’m sure I’ll find time.’ He nodded, opening the door for her and turning the lights off before leaving for the day. Fury was waiting outside, holding a file, he liked the young man a lot, he had a lot of potential. ‘Fury, what can I do for you this evening?’

‘Actually sir, I was just dropping my team reports off to Gemma.’ He gave a polite smile to Keller’s assistant, who took his thick file and began to sort it into tomorrow’s work.

‘Actually, just put it in the case.’ He said, taking his long coat from the coat rack next to Gemma’s desk. ‘I’ll get it read before tomorrow. Start a new day with a clean slate.’

‘Are you sure? You’ve got quite a lot to get through as it is.’ Gemma said, hesitating before putting it in the briefcase Keller would take home with him.

Keller just smiled and whipped his dark scarf over his head. Gemma shook her head sighing, before putting the files away and standing the brief case up.

‘Goodnight everyone. As always, good work today, let’s continue to raise the bar tomorrow.’

‘Yes sir.’ Fury said, stepping to one side.

Gemma watched her boss leave the office, sitting back with her arms folded and sighing.

They waited until Keller was well out of ear shot before speaking about anything.

‘He doesn’t want to see Miss Clare anymore.’ Gemma said, immediately.

‘What? Why not?’ Fury whined. ‘She was great for him.’

‘He said she was a pain in the ass and inappropriate.’ Gemma shrugged. ‘I guess he doesn’t want to date anyone.’

‘Damn.’ Fury shook his head. ‘Well, he needs to do something, he’s been different.’

‘I think he’s lonely.’ Gemma agreed. ‘Maybe he just needs to get laid.’

Fury snorted, chuckling as he began wandering away. There was no way he was talking about his boss’s sex life, getting him a date was one thing, laid was another thing entirely.

Gemma looked down the corridor where Keller had disappeared and wondered why her boss was so reluctant to meet anyone. It was clear he lived a rather solitary life, some company wouldn’t do any harm and maybe he would unwind when at work.

Fury was right though, in the recent weeks, Keller just wasn’t himself.

Keller took a breath as he got into his car, he didn’t realise the extent to which his assistant was concerned for him.

He could tell from the way Fury spoke, he was the other one who talked about his personal life. Keller couldn’t deny he was slightly annoyed that he was talked about in such a way, but at the same time, he couldn’t let it bother him.

Keller pulled out of the parking lot and began driving in the opposite direction to his home. He wasn’t stupid, he knew he was always being watched, but he was keeping a promise.

Keller pulled up outside the airport and pulled out the first file in his briefcase. Almost twenty minutes had gone by before he spotted the person he was waiting for.

As per his promise, Keller put the file away and stepped out of the car, striding towards you.

You walked towards him, dragging two cases and carrying a duffel bag over your shoulder. He wished you’d picked up a trolley, but it just wasn’t your style.

‘Hello darling.’ Keller smiled, placing a soft kiss to your lips and taking a case. ‘Good flight?’

‘It was okay.’ You shrugged, smiling widely. ‘I mostly slept.’

Keller opened the back of the car and carefully put your luggage away.

‘I hope you haven’t been working too hard.’ You raised an eyebrow seeing his briefcase in the back seat of his big black car. Keller gave a small smile like he’d been found out. ‘Richard, I knew you couldn’t be trusted.’

‘You were away for too long.’ Keller chuckled, taking your duffel bag to place next to your cases and opened the front door to get in.

‘So, now it’s my fault you’re a workaholic?’ You teased.

‘I wouldn’t never blame you for that.’ Keller shook his head, knowing would never say a bad word against his wife.

He drove you both home, listening to your stories about your adventures in Europe. Keller was a little sad he couldn’t come with you, but he had other duties and no one actually knew he was married.

You made it home and Keller told you to go inside, make some tea and wait for him to bring your things in. Keller was like that, he didn’t like it when you got overtired, you always got a little moody and it wouldn’t make anyone happy.

When he finished taking your cases up to the bedroom, Keller came back down, removing his jacket and tie so that he was left in just his shirt and trousers. He saw you sitting on the sofa opposite the fire you had already started. You were reading through a book with some fascination.

‘What you got there?’ Keller said, grabbing the brief case and settling down next to you, one arm on the back of the sofa behind you.

You smiled, pushing your glasses up your nose a little. ‘It’s a Greek tragedy.’

‘In original Greek?’ Keller nodded, impressed. ‘You learn that while you were away?’

‘I did.’ You smiled, gently biting your lip. You knew how much he loved when you mastered new skills like that.

Keller smiled warmly. ‘I missed you.’ He said, his voice much lower than it had been, grabbing your full attention.

You turned to look at him fully. ‘I missed you too.’ You tilted your head, observing his beautiful blue eyes. ‘I really hope you haven’t been overworking yourself.’ On a much more serious note.

Keller bowed his head. ‘You know how I am when you take your trips. I do okay for the first week and then I just get a little restless.’

‘Well, I’m back now.’ You shuffled closer and ran your fingers gently through his hair above his ear. Keller inhaled a little deeper, he really did miss you.

Keller gently grabbed your hand and kissed your knuckles, he smiled cheekily.

‘I have the best story for you.’ He said, excitedly.

You just laughed knowing it would be good from his smile.

‘So,’ he quickly pushed his glasses up. ‘I call Gemma in just as I’m about to leave and tell her not to let Miss Clare back into my office-‘

‘Who’s Miss Clare?’ You frowned, worried she’d been mentioned before and you’d forgotten.

‘Uh, she was a potential client, but it doesn’t really matter.’

‘Okay.’ You nodded, getting reinvested in the story.

‘So, I don’t want her back in my office, I don’t even want her in the building again, and Gemma asks why. I said, she was just a pain in the ass, a little inappropriate and I actually have a feeling she was cooking books in her previous employment.’ Keller swallowed watching your face reacting to his story. ‘Anyway, Gemma then starts to say she’s concerned that I’m lonely and give me dating advice.’ That made you laugh. ‘I told her I was fine, obviously I didn’t tell her the real reason to back off, but I did think you’d find that funny.’

‘It is.’ You said, calming down. ‘What are you going to do if she tries to set you up with someone else?’

‘I don’t know, I haven’t thought that far ahead.’ Keller shook his head. ‘I mean, I could tell her the truth?’

You tilted your head, as if to say you’d already had this conversation.

‘You’re right,’ Keller nodded. ‘It’s too dangerous.’

‘Speaking of dangerous, I still could’ve gotten a taxi home. You didn’t need to pick me up.’ You repeated the same thing from a previous argument you’d had.

‘I know.’ Keller bowed his head, still dragging his fingers over your knuckles. ‘I just…’

‘What is it?’ You frowned, getting your husband to look at you.

Keller sighed, wondering wether he should’ve said anything else. ‘I don’t feel like I get to do a lot of that stuff.’

‘What stuff?’

‘Just… small stuff, like… picking you up from airports, taking you for coffee or dinner, I don’t get to come home early and surprise you with a clean house.’ Keller inhaled deeply and let his head rest back on the sofa. ‘I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be ungrateful for what we have.’

‘No, you’re not.’ You assured him. ‘And none of that stuff is small, it’s all relevant and I’m sorry you can’t do any of it.’ You stroked through his hair, relaxing him. ‘Maybe when you retire?’

‘Can I retire tomorrow?’

You breathed a laugh. You knew he wouldn’t retire for a long time, you knew his job was too important to him, you knew life would always be a little different, you fell in love anyway.

Eventually you were both able to settle into work. You read your new books, Keller read his reports. Occasionally, your husband would ask you if you were okay, if you needed anything, sometimes he would apologise for all the work he had to do, you would laugh and shake your head and wait for him to finish.

It was well into the morning hours when a noise caught both of your attention.

‘The bins?’ You frowned.

‘Sounded like something falling.’ Keller was on his feet immediately to check it out, you following close behind.

Keller went out to the front of the house and saw a bin had fallen over. He looked at it suspiciously before lifting it back into position.

‘Something wrong?’ You asked.

‘I don’t think so.’ Keller shook his head, more reassuring himself. ‘Must’ve been a cat or something.’

You breathed a sigh of relief. ‘Probably Mrs Denton’s from down the road, it gets everywhere it shouldn’t. Maybe we should get a dog.’

You made Keller laugh as he locked up once again. At least you were able to help him relax a little.

‘You wanna go to bed?’ He asked just as you picked up your book, ready to settle down again.

‘You’re finished working?’ You frowned, looking down at the files that you were certain he should not have left lying around for you to read.

‘Basically.’ He shrugged. ‘I only have one more report to sign off on. I can do it in the morning.’

You smiled warmly. ‘Okay.’

Truthfully, you had lied about sleeping on the plane, you maybe got a couple of hours, but you found it difficult to get anymore. Keller knew that, he always knew that, but he never said anything.

You went upstairs first while your husband went around the house, turning off lights, checking locks and making sure your home was secure. It was one of his ticks, a compulsion he had to always keep you safe no matter what.

While you waited for him to finish, you went through your nightly routine, taking off any makeup you still had on, slipping into your soft pyjamas and thinking about the following day.

Soon, Keller came up the stairs to find you in the en-suite, cleaning your face, hair pulled up into a loose bun, out of the way.

‘I’ll have to do a couple of washes tomorrow,’ you said, thinking about the two cases you had to unpack. ‘Is there anything you need for the week?’

‘No.’ He said, his voice a little hoarse, when you properly looked at him through the mirror, you could see his expression had softened completely, his beautiful blue eyes grazing over your body.

‘Something I can help you with?’ You chuckled, knowing exactly what was going through his mind.

‘One or two things wouldn’t go amiss.’ He flirted, stepping towards you and gently sliding his hands around your waist. ‘I’ve missed you.’ He whispered below your ear, making a small chill run down your side.

‘I can tell.’ You closed your eyes, leaning back into his warm body.

‘You tired?’ He asked, more unsure of how far he could go than anything.

You just laughed, turning around to face him, sliding your arms around his shoulders. ‘I confess I’m a little worn out from all the Italian boys that kept me company for the last couple months.’

Keller laughed, kissing you. ‘I forgot, you were left unsupervised,’ he kissed you again. ‘I may have to remind you who the boss is.’

You sucked in a harsh breath, this was your favourite game, the one where your husband would pretend to get jealous of something that never happened and show you his feral side.

‘Yes please.’ You breathed against his mouth.

Keller sank into a passionate kiss against the bathroom counter, his hands running over your body, reminding his body of how much he loved you.

He lifted you around his waist, wrapping your legs around him. Keller carried you back into the bedroom and lay you down on the soft, freshly made bed.

‘You made the bed?’ You frowned, noticing the smell of the white sheets.

‘I did.’ Keller nodded, taking his glasses off and throwing them on the side table. ‘I even mowed the lawn,’ he kissed your jaw. ‘I tidied the shed,’ he kissed your neck. ‘And I made sure your art supplies are well stocked.’ Keller lifted his head after making you dizzy, his darkened eyes scanning your features. ‘I love you.’

You smiled up at your husband. He really had been out of sorts while you were away, restless and unsure of what he should have been doing.

‘I love you, Richard.’ You whispered back.

Keller smiled, running the back of his fingers over your cheek, moving stray hair out of your face.

He kissed you softly, but soon that softness turned into passion and desperation. He needed you naked, open to him, displayed against the white sheets for him. You needed to feel his hot skin against yours, you missed his body, you missed the way he held you and made love to you.

Keller looked down at you, slowly sliding himself inside you, and it was a moment of pure bliss for both of you. He held himself there for a moment, just allowing his body to remember yours for a moment.

‘Don’t go away again.’ He whispered against your lips. You smiled, almost laughing. ‘I don’t think I can handle you leaving again.’

‘I won’t go.’ You promised. ‘I’ll stay here with you for as long as you need me.’

Keller kissed you passionately. ‘I always need you.’

You loved him. Everything about him, his passion, his attention to detail, everything about him, you loved. He calmed you when your mind was a mess, he cared for your needs like it was the only thing that made him happy, he received your love with gratitude like no other man ever had. You had no idea what you had done to deserve him.

He made you come, crying out his name, he allowed himself to be lost in you for a moment or two, and it was always beautiful to watch him lose control.

When you first met Keller you were unsure he was the one for you, he was always so calm and in control, never allowing his emotions to fluctuate too much. You wondered if there was anything more to him than that. Eventually, he asked you for a chance to get to know the real him, it intrigued you enough to give him that chance and you never looked back.

Your husband gently pulled the sheets up and encircled you in his embrace.

‘Goodnight, darling.’ He whispered, kissing your neck one last time as you fell asleep.

When the morning came, you were surprised to find Keller was already up and getting dressed. You gently whined seeing him do his tie.

‘What is it?’ He smiled, knowing exactly why you were upset.

‘You’re dressed.’ You mumbled.

‘Generally, my office appreciates its employees to be clothed.’ He chuckled, coming over to sit on the edge of the bed, stroking through your hair. ‘You hungry?’

‘Always.’ You inhaled deeply, just trying to wake up.

‘Well, if you’re downstairs in the next five minutes, you’ll get some pancakes.’ He kissed your temple and stood up to finish getting ready for work.

Your husband left you alone to get yourself up, and eventually you were able to drag your sore body into your black silk dressing gown and down to your kitchen where Keller was reading through a report on the counter.

A plate was already sitting for you on the island and you could only smile, settling into one of the stools. Keller poured some coffee, bringing it around to place next to your plate.

‘Thank you, Richard.’ You smiled, moving your legs to face him. ‘You know you didn’t have to go to all this trouble.’

‘It was no trouble, at all.’ He shook his head, leaning in to give you a soft kiss. He gently put the pot of coffee down, sliding his hand into your hair. His lips were so soft and inviting. ‘I love you.’

You chuckled. ‘You’ve already said that.’

‘And I’ll say it every second you need to hear it.’ He countered, kissing you again.

You felt one hand drift to your calf, pulling it around his waist once again. It, again, made you chuckle into him.

‘You know I love the way you look first thing in the morning?’ He said, moving down your neck once again.

‘You mean a mess?’ You let your hands slide into his hair, gently grasping it as he continued his sensual attack on your neck.

‘A hot mess of my doing.’ He growled, dragging his teeth over your earlobe. This man just had a way of igniting you. You laughed while he continued to pepper kisses down your throat, before finally needing him to stop. ‘Okay, I’ll let you go.’ He said smiling into another kiss. ‘But just this once.’

You giggled watching him go about finishing his coffee and reading his report.

‘I gotta go.’ Keller came up behind you, once again kissing your neck and breathing you in. ‘What if I call in sick?’ He inhaled.

‘Then you’ll be fielding calls all day instead of indulging in what you really want.’ You shot back, sliding your hands over his arms around your waist.

‘Wanna bet?’

‘Go to work, darling.’ You twisted your head to kiss his temple, knowing he wouldn’t call in sick or be late. ‘Call me if you get lonely.’

‘Hmm.’ He hummed into one last kiss. ‘I love you.’

‘I love you too.’ You chuckled. ‘Now go, or you’ll be late.’

Keller reluctantly pulled away, grabbing the report and leaving you alone to get on with your day.

Keller arrived at work, handing the briefcase to Gemma who just sighed, shaking her head.

‘You work too hard, sir.’ She called as he entered his office to begin his day.

Gemma got him to a couple of meetings in good time, and finished the morning with an operational briefing.

‘Sir?’ A lower level agent entered the room, unsure of himself. ‘Sorry to interrupt.’

‘We’re in the middle of a briefing,’ Keller sighed, annoyed. ‘What is it?’

‘Sorry, it’s just that there’s someone here to see you.’

‘Tell them to make an appointment with Gemma, I don’t have time right now.’ Keller dismissed him, indicating for Fury to continue, but he didn’t, instead, Fury just watched the agent behind Keller. ‘What now?’

Keller only noticed then that the agent was almost shaking. ‘I’m sorry sir, but she said you’d say that and if you did, I was to say…’

‘What?’ Keller frowned.

‘I was to say that she wouldn’t expect your wife to need an appointment.’

Keller’s heart dropped, he caught a brief exchange of looks between Gemma and Fury, but ignored it as he flew out of the briefing room.

You stood in the corridor, arms folded over your leather jacket and not in the least bit pleased.

‘Richard.’ You frowned, clearly riled up by something.

‘Are you okay? What are you doing here?’ Keller asked, he suddenly saw blood on your arms and a little on your neck and face. ‘Are you bleeding?’

‘It’s not my blood.’ You stated plainly, you moved your jacket to reveal more bloodstains on your grey vest and Keller’s head was filling with rage. ‘Three men broke in and tried to kill me, I’ve dealt with it, but I wasn’t sure where else to go, so I came here.’

Keller observed your face and body, you had clearly put up a decent fight, your knuckles and arms looked cut up like you’d been using them to defend yourself and quite suddenly, Keller felt a rage beginning to boil beneath the skin.

‘You need to keep your head, Richard.’ You almost commanded him, knowing how he could be. ‘I’ve got the security footage, I expected you’d like to go through it as soon as possible.’

Keller couldn’t focus. Gemma had manoeuvred herself into view, probably curious about what she’d heard.

‘You must be Gemma.’ You said, still slightly riled up, but more capable than your husband to focus. ‘Would you mind going over the footage? I think Richard and I might need a moment.’

‘Yes, of course.’ Gemma’s tone was what brought Keller back to the present.

‘I don’t need a moment.’ He said, strangely calmly, taking the tape from you. ‘Are you injured at all?’

There was almost a look of disappointment in your eye. You knew that despite his outer shell, your husband was on the brink of losing control.

‘Richard, I’m fine.’ You said, steadily. ‘I’m a little sore, but I just want you to deal with this as quickly as possible.’

‘Okay.’ He whispered. He hadn’t stopped looking at you since stepping outside the briefing, you were his primary focus now, the rest of the world could burn for all he cared, as long as you were safe.

Keller opened the door to the briefing room, indicating for you and Gemma to step inside.

‘Okay, new target.’ Keller announced as he entered the room, he put the tape into the player and began working. ‘Someone has broken into my home and attempted to harm my wife-‘

‘Attempted being the operative word.’ You said, catching his attention.

Keller turned to look at you. His gaze piercing yours.

‘Richard, the bodies are still there tied up in the kitchen. Perhaps a team could pick them up?’ You suggested.

He nodded. ‘Fury.’

Fury immediately organised a team to do as they were ordered. Keller still watched you, still concerned that you were hurt, but unsure of how to handle both your well-being and the safety of his home.

The security footage took his attention away, and Keller found it much easier to focus.

He watched you cleaning up after breakfast, smiling, going about your day as you should have done. Three bulky men entered the house and Keller almost smiled at how little back up they had, it was no wonder you weren’t hurt, three was hardly a challenge for you.

The three men creeped around the house, you had already moved into your art studio, smiling at the restocked supplies that Keller had sourced for you. It swelled his heart.

Eventually the footage showed you having dressed and made your way back downstairs. You paused for a moment, wrapping your fingers around a nearby mug that you’d forgotten from breakfast.

‘Woah.’ Gemma breathed behind him as the footage showed you easily dispensing with the three men, kicking the last in the face to knock him out. ‘So, you’re a badass then?’

Keller listened to you breathing a laugh. ‘No, not really. I just know basic self-defence that Richard taught me a while back. Nothing more.’

Keller stopped the video and ordered a nearby agent to run facial recognition to find out who they were, before turning to you and sighing.

‘Are you okay?’ He asked, quietly stepping towards you.

‘I’m fine.’ You tried to assure him.

Keller nodded, he felt restrained in a way, he wanted to be himself for your sake, but he was surrounded by the people he worked with and didn’t know where to draw the line.

‘Sir, I can take her to get cleaned up? Maybe see a doctor?’ Gemma said, tentatively.

Keller just watched you, trying to make a decision.

‘You know,’ you decided to help him out. ‘It really is good that you’ve surrounded yourself with friends, Richard. I feel I’m in very safe hands here.’

‘You are.’ Keller nodded, gently taking your hand, looking down at the scrapes made from defending yourself.

‘Richard.’ You whispered, taking his attention back to your face.

Keller sighed and gently pulled you in close to his body, stroking his hand through your hair and making sure he could feel you in tact. Somehow it helped his focus. He placed a soft kiss to the side of your head and pulled back.

‘Go with Gemma.’ He told you, despite knowing you’d already made your mind up over what you were going to do next. ‘I’ll be along soon.’

‘I know.’ You nodded and eventually followed Gemma out of the briefing room.

You knew Gemma would have a lot of questions, but she was doing well to keep them to herself.

She took you to the infirmary to get checked, finding that most of the blood really was from someone else. Apart from a few scrapes you were fine, you knew you were, but it made your husband happy to make sure you were taken care of, so you were happy to comply.

You smiled a little at Gemma who would occasionally stare at you like some exotic creature. You knew perfectly well why.

‘We met at an art gallery.’ You said, once the doctor left the private room you were being seen in. Gemma sat forward listening. ‘He was quiet, shy, never really one for being the centre of attention. Truthfully, I thought he was a bit of a bore. But, eventually, I got to know him, we went on a few dates, he told me he was some secret agent and I didn’t believe it at the time, but then some idiot tried to steal a painting and… Richard barely did anything, he was so calm and collected, he stopped the thief and helped keep everyone calm.’ You remembered the night well. ‘Suffice to say, I was intrigued after that.’

‘And then you married him?’ Gemma asked, listening to every word of the story.

‘Well, not without reluctance,’ you confessed. ‘The wife of the Director of SHIELD. Some title. It gave me pause for thought, Richard made clear it wouldn’t be the safest choice I’d ever make, but he promised he’d make it work no matter what I chose. We both had to make sacrifices for our marriage. He gave a lot more than I did, but still…’ you trailed off thinking on all the things you could never do because of the man you loved. Every day you believed it was worth it though.

‘All this time, we just thought he was lonely.’ Gemma shook her head. ‘Sorry, it’s just so weird to find out Director Keller has a wife.’

‘That’s okay.’ You chuckled. ‘The loneliness is my fault unfortunately. I travel a lot and Richard does get a little out of sorts. He does okay for the first week or two, but gets increasingly restless the longer I’m away.’

‘You travel for work?’

‘Kind of.’ You bobbed your head from side to side. ‘I’m a painter so the travelling is voluntary really, but I always wanted to see the world.’

Suddenly the door burst open and Keller, looking slightly more panicked than he had done, came rushing in.

‘Are you okay?’ He demanded.

‘Darling, I’m fine.’ You sighed once again. ‘Clean bill of health, just some scrapes. Nothing to worry about.’

‘You promise?’ Keller needed to be sure.

‘I promise.’ You nodded, assuring him. ‘Are you okay?’

‘No.’ He let a steady breath go through his nose. ‘My wife was attacked and all I can think about is how I should’ve have gotten her the dog she wanted.’

‘If I’d known all I needed to do was get myself into a life threatening situation-‘

‘Don’t.’ He suddenly begged, stepping towards you, entering your personal space. ‘Please don’t say that.’

‘Okay.’ You breathed, realising he wasn’t ready to joke around just yet. ‘You need me?’

‘Darling, I always need you.’ Keller breathed, once again sliding his arms around you and holding you close.

Gemma indicated that she would leave quietly, allowing you both to have a moment alone and you smiled appreciatively.

‘If you can wait a little longer,’ Keller spoke into your hair. ‘Fury is still picking the culprits up, you can stay in my office until I can take you home.’

‘Oh don’t worry about me, I can get back okay.’

‘It’s not really a question.’ He said, catching your attention. ‘The noise we heard last night, when you thought it was Mrs Denton’s cat? It was one of the suspects disabling a camera, clearly they didn’t know about the others.’ Keller pulled back, his eyes filling with water. ‘I’m sorry this is all my fault, they followed me to the airport when I picked you up yesterday. I’m so sorry my darling.’

‘Richard.’ You half laughed. ‘Never apologise for caring for me. Never apologise for that. I knew the life I was signing up for when I married you and I wouldn’t trade it for anything else.’

Keller just watched you for a moment, trying to decide something behind his eyes, it made you smile. Keller gently stroked your cheek before pressing his warm lips to yours. He was finally relaxing.

You spent the rest of the day in his office, feeling mostly bored and unsure of what to do, but Keller took care of you. He took all his meetings in his office while you sketched at his desk, keeping yourself occupied. People would come in and sort of glance at you as if to ask ‘who the hell is she?’

‘This is my wife, she has security clearance.’ He would say in a commanding voice that you’d never heard before, and get whoever it was to get to the point quicker.

Occasionally Gemma would pop to ask if there was anything you needed and your husband took pride in asking for the coffee you like the most. You would just smile at nod to Gemma, knowing Keller needed to feel he had control over every situation.

‘You need to relax, Richard.’ You said quietly once you were left alone. ‘You’re getting far too tightly wound and you’re snapping a lot. From the look on Gemma’s face, it seems to be out of the ordinary behaviour.’

‘Well, what do you expect after hearing my wife was nearly killed this morning?’ He snapped, making you raise your eyebrow.

Keller could get away with snapping at junior colleagues, he could pass it off as being too busy or working to hard to engage, he could even get away with ignoring things completely if he so chose. But not with you.

‘I’m sorry.’ He sighed, taking his glasses off and closing his eyes for a moment. ‘I’m just angry.’

‘I can tell.’ You agreed, standing up to wander over to him. You gave him a moment, before gently moving his arm away so you could slide onto his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his temple, running your fingers through his hair. ‘How’s that?’

Keller wrapped his arms around you, inhaling deeply. ‘Much better.’

You stayed like that for another moment or two, until you felt him freeze beneath you.

‘What is it?’ You immediately asked in a sleepy voice. You were far too relaxed as well.

‘You’re shaking.’ He noticed, taking your hand to find you were in fact shaking.

You almost laughed. ‘Well, the shock had to wear off some time, didn’t it?’

Without warning, whatever delayed reaction you’d had to everything suddenly stopped and all emotion began flooding your system. Keller just held you, whispering how it would be okay, you would be okay.

You believed him, but it was difficult nonetheless. You couldn’t hold back the tears forever, but it seemed you would get so little time to feel it. Another knock came to Keller’s door, you felt him sighing beneath you.

‘It’s okay-‘ you whispered.

‘It’s not.’ He countered, leaning up to kiss you. ‘But I appreciate you saying it is.’

You smiled at your husband, slowly untangling yourself from his embrace and moving to look out of the large window in his office.

You heard him going to the door and talk quietly to someone you vaguely recognised. The door closed behind you and you let a deep soothing breath go. You knew the emotions would catch up to you, you’d spent all afternoon trying to stop them, hoping you could hold on until you were back home for your husband's sake. But sometimes there was no holding back the tide.

‘Mrs Keller?’ Gemma called from the door, you sucked in a deep breath and turned to see the interesting young woman. ‘Do you need anything?’

‘I’m fine, Gemma.’ You smiled as best you could, moving to sit on top of Keller’s desk the way you always did when you were at home. It almost startled Gemma, no one sat on the Director’s desk. ‘I hope he hasn’t been too hard on you.’

‘Oh no, don’t worry about us,’ she said, tidying away a few files Keller had left on his coffee table. ‘The Director is usually a little snappy when he’s stressed.’

‘Well, I confess it’s not a side of him I’ve really seen.’ You frowned.

‘Really?’ She seemed shocked, making you chuckle. ‘I didn’t mean it like that, I just meant we all get stressed.’

‘True, but Richard doesn’t really bring the stress home.’ You shook your head, thinking about your husband. ‘It’s quite unusual seeing him in this light.’

‘I know what you mean.’ Gemma chuckled. ‘Honestly, the Director is great, we get along very well and I always feel like I can tell him if somethings wrong, he’s usually quite kind about things, but I’ve never seen him like this before.’

‘Like what?’ You tilted your head, intrigued.

Gemma took a moment to find the right word. ‘Warm?’ She scrunched her face like it wasn’t right. ‘I don’t know, just… he’s very professional I suppose, so seeing him with you and being so…’

You frowned in questioning.

‘Oh, I don’t know, he’s just behaving the way someone would behave when they’re in love, but seeing him do it… it’s very weird.’ She chuckled, making you smile as well. ‘I hope that’s okay to say.’

‘Gemma, I’m not your boss,’ you laughed. ‘You can say anything you like.’

Gemma nodded, still collecting up files. ‘Well, in that case, I’m really happy he has you. I mean none of us thought in a million years that the Director would have a secret wife, especially not one so badass.’

That made you laugh a lot more, but it did highlight the sore parts of your body.

‘Trust me, I’m not as badass as you think.’ You calmed down. ‘And I’m afraid the secrecy is necessary, I’m sure you can understand.’

‘Of course.’ Gemma nodded. She was probably one of the only people who could understand the demands of Keller’s job.

After a moment, the man himself entered, carrying a file in his hand, he stopped when he saw you, observing you for a minute.

‘So, we know who it was,’ he started, slowly taking the last few steps towards you. ‘A team has been sent to neutralise the threat.’

‘Neutralise? That’s a very professional word.’ You smiled.

‘It is.’ Keller breathed a laugh. ‘But to put a dampener on things, I will be stationing a two man team outside the house every day for the next month. Just to make sure.’

You sighed, not happy, but knowing it was necessary.

Keller gently placed the file down and stroked your thighs, being careful with you.

‘I knew you’d hate that, so I am going to make up for it.’ He promised, you saw that glint in his eye that belonged only to your husband. ‘Tonight, I’m going to take you home, make you dinner, run a bath and I will not take a single piece of work home with me.’

‘Really?’ You frowned, suspiciously. ‘That does not sound like you at all.’

‘I promise, tonight I’m yours and that you are my only priority.’ Keller gently slid his hands up your jaw and placed a finely, soft kiss to your lips. ‘I’m so sorry this happened, darling. I’ll do everything I can to make sure it never happens again.’ He whispered against your mouth, placing another kiss.

You were enjoying the moment, but a noise from where Gemma was still tidying broke the quiet. Keller’s head whipped around, clearly having no idea she was still in the room.

‘Sorry, I’m so sorry!’ Gemma was trying not to smile, but also trying to gather up the files. ‘It’s just you came in, I didn’t know when to leave, I’m sorry.’

You placed your hand on your husband's chest, making sure he understood that none of it was a big deal and you felt him inhale calmly.

‘It’s okay.’ He sighed, you could tell he wasn’t angry, just a little embarrassed. ‘Don’t worry about it, just… could you make sure there’s a car outside for me? I think it’s time I took my wife home.’ Keller pierced your gaze with his. Those beautiful blue eyes that belonged to the man you loved.

‘Yes, sir.’ Gemma said, leaving immediately to call for a car.

‘She’s going to give me hell for that.’ Keller chuckled.

‘Good.’ You smiled. ‘Someone has to.’

Keller gently stroked your hands, being careful to avoid the scrapes, but it was now the skin around the injuries that was sore as well.

‘That hurt?’ Keller frowned.

‘A little.’ You shrugged. ‘It’s just sensitive.’

Your husband nodded and gently smiled. ‘Am I an awful person for being grateful for another opportunity to show you how much I love you?’

You just chuckled, shaking your head. ‘Of course not.’

He bowed his head slightly, before placing a kiss to your cheek, breathing you in. ‘You have a few decisions to make.’ His voice was low, the way it is when he knows you’ll love what he’s about to say.

You frowned, pulling back to see him.

‘Whatever you want for dinner,’ he smiled, again stroking through your hair. ‘And… what kind of dog do you want?’

You suddenly started laughing. ‘Richard, we can’t get a dog, what’s going to happen when I go away? Who’s going to look after it?’

‘In case this has passed you by, I am the Director of SHIELD, I can look after it here.’

‘Richard.’ You shook your head. ‘I am fine, we don’t need to get a dog.’

Keller let his breath go, still smiling. ‘Okay.’ He said. ‘Are you ready to go home?’

‘I am.’ You nodded. ‘But seriously, if you’ve got work, please don’t hesitate to bring it with you. I know I’ve kind of set you back for the day.’

‘Darling, I know this is the first time you’ve seen me at work, but trust me, there is nothing this place can throw at me that will take priority over you.’ Keller placed another soft kiss to your lips. Somehow it grounded you, you believed every word he said.

Your husband picked up his jacket, giving you his coat, despite knowing you didn’t need it, and you said good night to Gemma.

There was a whole team waiting outside and Keller began speaking to them in a very professional tone, you gave Gemma a look almost mocking his other personality, making her stifle a laugh. Much to everyone’s surprise, including yours, Keller slid his hand down your arm, kissed your cheek and led you out of his office.

Gemma watched her boss leave, she had never seen him like that before. Usually a relatively cold and commanding man, it was a pleasant surprise to see his softer and gentler side.

Fury creeped out from a corridor just after Keller left, eager to talk about what had happened.

‘Oh my god.’ Gemma mouthed, while Fury whistled.

‘Who saw that coming?’ Fury chuckled.

‘How the hell did he manage to keep her a secret all this time?’ Gemma just laughed, baffled by her boss.

‘No idea, but kudus to him.’

‘And she’s lovely. She’s a painter.’

‘A hell of a fighter. Keller must’ve taught her a thing or two.’

‘And they’re so sweet together.’ Gemma continued gushing. ‘Did you see the way he was around her? God, I could never have imagined him like that.’

‘What did you imagine him like?’ Fury frowned, making Gemma scowl at him.

‘Did you manage to track the guys who did this?’ Gemma sat up, moving a few things around in her desk.

‘Yeah, some gang that’s been watching Keller for a while now, we’ve been tracking them for a few months.’ Fury nodded, shoving his hands in his pockets. ‘I’m kinda surprised Keller went to the airport himself to pick her up. It’s a huge risk just being seen with her.’

‘He promised her this time he would.’ Gemma told him. ‘It’s funny, the way she was talking about him, feels like there’s a lot of promises he wasn’t able to keep.’

‘The price of the job.’ Fury nodded.

It dawned on the both of them just how difficult the marriage must have been, how in love you and Keller must be to continue down this path together, regardless of consequence.

A couple of months later, Keller had come into the office with a white German Shepherd barely six months old on a lead. He went about his day as usual and when Gemma entered his office to help him with a few meetings, she greeted the dog and asked how long you were going to be away for.

Keller just smiled and scratched the dog’s head affectionately.

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id love to hear about your ideal tuvok-seven and tuvok-b'lanna relationships!!!!

THIS IS VERY LONG AND /ALL/ OFF THE DOME PLEASE FORGIVE ME. Seven&Tuvok: Tuvok is the first person on board who Seven forms a friendly bond with. They understand one another’s methods of communicating very well. They’re both seen as cold and unsocial by others. Tuvok is excused from this because he’s Vulcan but Seven is constantly told she’s wrong for this because she’s human. Perhaps a bit of resentment from Seven about this but it’s not a huge problem. Tuvok is one of the few people Seven feels she can relax in front of

(B’Elanna too - though they argue more than Tuvok/Seven that’s another kind of relaxing. She can talk to her like a friend where they’re on equal footing rather than the Doctor or Janeway who tend to talk ‘down’ to her by which I mean they present themselves as being a mentor figure and Janeway is also literally her boss).

Seven does not need a father figure or another mentor in my mind. She has enough of that, EVERYONE is that. I know people view Tuvok showing care for Seven as fatherly but I personally view it as more friendly concern. In my mind Vulcan parenthood or Tuvok’s particular brand of fatherhood seem to stem more from teaching. (Ex: The children from Innocence or his lessons with Kes). Tuvok does obviously care about Seven but not in what I perceive as a fatherly way. It’s far more interesting to me that Seven is often helping/protecting Tuvok or that they’re often in some kind of dangerous situation together. I think it’d be interesting to lean into that more. Like, it’d be sort of sweet if the relationship Seven finds confidence in caring for someone else in was with a Vulcan. I know they have that whole borg children thing, I couldn’t care less about that honestly. The Naomi-Seven relationship is cute enough on its own!

Both Seven and Tuvok go to and through hell for each other.

My personal favorite Tuvok-Seven moment other than Comfortable Silence one we all know and love is the one where Seven believes the borg are calling her and she tells Tuvok to get out of the shuttle so he won’t be assimilated. Tuvok then says no, he’s not leaving her. It’s just so fucking sweet to me. Both of them. Seven’s like ‘I want to spare you this’ and Tuvok’s like ‘I’ll walk headfirst into this for you’.

I see both Seven and Tuvok as traumatized people, both of whom would probably deny this citing either ‘borg’ or ‘vulcan’ as the reason this is so. However they both seem to suffer a lot, especially when it comes to their minds. Tuvok even parallels Seven’s initial trauma in being fully assimilated into the borg yet this never comes up between them. Look more into that!! What was that like?? They both suffer traumas, in some cases even similar (Repression, Retrospect) or the same traumas but the reaction of the crew to those traumas is very different with Seven being badgered about her emotions & reactions and Tuvok being left alone with his. I just think it’d be nice for them to have a certain solace. Tuvok would have a shoulder to lean on Seven would have someone who wouldn’t be expecting anything out of her.

Regarding the Borg thing: If ANYONE could understand how being part of an interconnected network of minds would be comforting it would be Tuvok. If ANYONE could understand how being suddenly and traumatically separated from that network via the actions of a certain captain Janeway could be confusing and painful it would be Tuvok. Not that I think Tuvok blames Janeway, I don’t at all. He’s Vulcan (it would be illogical) and also Kathryn’s #1 stan so I think that could again be a point of friction between them. Tuvok doesn’t push Seven in any direction but doesn’t ever admit that Janeway could be wrong. I think at one point in Year of Hell he literally tells Seven she shouldn’t disagree with her? But just Tuvok’s general behavior in the show (like not commenting on her attempting to torture information out of a guy and going on a bloodthirsty quest for vengeance in Equinox) shows that despite what lipservice the show pays to him being her ‘moral compass’ in earlier seasons he mostly just agrees with her after that one instance of him going against orders. He has a tremendous amount of faith in her and would probably encourage that same faith in Seven. That or he’d just excuse himself from the issue by saying he’s Vulcan and can’t really comment on what it means to be human.

Long story short Tuvok is in desperate need of characters he’s not seen as a mentor figure for and Seven is in desperate need of characters that aren’t trying to mold her into what their vision of a good human/starfleet officer is. I think they could and should find that in one another.

B’Elanna & Tuvok: Both B’Elanna and Tuvok have a lot of similarities in their backstories that are unexplored. They both at one point wished they were not the race they are (for different reasons and to differing degrees as Tuvok grew out of this and B’Elanna still has it). They were both sent to a temple to better connect with their heritage. They both quit Starfleet (at different times). They both are seen by people chiefly with regards to their species ‘It’s because [s]he’s Vulcan/Klingon’ and they have both taken issue with it in the past. They both seem like they have had a complicated relationship to humanity with B’Elanna lauding it and Tuvok loathing it (not actively in canon I mean in the past for Tuvok).

B’Elanna from a young age viewed humanity as Good. Full stop. No matter how much humans hurt her the lesson she seems to take away from it is that she needs to change, not that humans should change. She covered her ridges, she lies about not knowing Klingon, when she knows her baby will be born with her features she’s TERRIFIED of how her daughter will be treated and tries EVERYTHING in her power to “fix” (HEAVY air quotes) her and make her socially acceptable to humans.

Tuvok on the other hand, when faced with similar (though not as dire, sustained or internalized as B’Elanna) issues went the opposite way. He grew to really resent how humans pushed their own beliefs and values onto him. I think it’s interesting how he mentioned humor specifically, implying that Tuvok has and had his own sense of humor - of personhood - that humans didn’t understand and thus ignored or viewed as lesser.

Now for how these elements would interact…B’Elanna in her dreamscape in Barge of The Dead places Tuvok as the arbiter of What is a Good Klingon which I interpret as meaning she views him as very upright and traditional. This makes sense as we see Tuvok is a very staunch person. In canon he doesn’t struggle at all with his cultural identity. He is Vulcan and he’s at peace with that no matter what anyone has to say about it - unlike B’Elanna. He even has a holoprogram of a temple which is interesting when you take into account the fact that B’Elanna denies her cultural spirituality.

I think B’Elanna would see Tuvok as a bit intimidating and very frustrating. He’s stubborn like her and I can’t imagine them working well together. They don’t interact much but the two times I can remember him doing so he says something that could be interpreted as very hurtful (though the narrative hates B’El- doesn’t see it that way).

1 After B’Elanna tells him a painful story about her past in which she was bullied to the point of snapping and attacking another student Tuvok immediately uses the same jeer to incite her to anger yet again. After he intentionally does so he criticizes her for being angry and says she’s too easily riled up.

2 After B’Elanna is acquitted in Random Thoughts Tuvok says something along the lines of “You know for a brutal and illogical Klingon you actually control yourself somewhat well.” and B’Elanna says “Thanks??” which…B’Elanna…you can punch him, it’s okay. I know you don’t punch people but you can do it just this once. Again, I don’t see them being either father/daughter or mentor/mentee. (I assume them having a father/daughter bond is just conceptual as Tuvok IS a father and B'Elanna has a bad relationship with her own) They don’t interact with one another much and seem like they would aggravate each other as they’re both stubborn and kind of similar. I think in fact that Tuvok constantly being relegated to ‘Mentor Figure’ is side-eyeingly similar to the ‘Magic N*’ trope by which I mean Tuvok is used in both canon and fan narratives ONLY to advance other characters’ stories, give them advice etc but his own personhood remains unexplored or seen as unimportant.

I think B’Elanna-Tuvok could really bring that out. Both of them being just two people. B’Elanna and Tuvok arguing, learning about one another, coming to respect each other. B’Elanna questioning Tuvok and his ideas and Tuvok being unused to that, caught off guard - and through that questioning and response we learn more about both of them as people.

Tuvok, at the end of the day, is not a therapist. He’s just some guy who’s part of a culture which is known for controlling themselves. He doesn’t even seem to really WANT to do what little exercises of control he does with B’Elanna (he says Chakotay insisted). Tuvok is not a people person and doesn’t seek out interactions with others. When he talks to others they often view him as either cold (perception of Vulcans) or superior (Tuvok-specific trait) neither of which I think B’Elanna would jive with well.

I think it would be very interesting if B’Elanna called Tuvok out on how he’s implied to view Klingons. I think she’d be way more likely to do this with Tuvok because he’s not a human. Like, imagine if after rising tensions Tuvok makes one little comment too many and B’Elanna’s like “Hey. Do you remember when you were an ensign and people kept making these comments about YOU??? Do you think maybe you’re doing the exact same fucking thing right now to me???”

ALSO one last thing I find interesting is (I’m sorry) LITERALLY ONE line in Innocence that’s NEVER brought up again. Tuvok saying that he used to believe in the concept of a katra and the Vulcan afterlife but “in recent years” he’s begun to experience doubts. Let B’Elanna and Tuvok talk about spiritual doubts.

At the end of the day I DO ABSOLUTELY want them to be friends. I want them to stick up for each other when a human makes a little comment. I want them to have each others fucking backs. Maybe it's not the fact that I'm Vulcan or You're Klingon that's the problem.....maybe it's the whi- humans...that are wrong. This could also connect to Seven's personal journey with humanity. Seven seeing that two people she cares about have been hurt by humanity and humanity's perception of them could be an interesting thing for her to notice and think about in regards to what sort of person she wants to be.

#SORRY.#THIS IS.......SORRY #kind anon #Anon (sweet and unsuspecting): Hmm Bea hasn't answered my ask in a long time maybe he's not interested #Bea (lunatic): I'm too interested to even TRY to reply. Let me just -WRITES AN ESSAY-#st voyager #B'Elanna Torres #Seven of Nine #Tuvok #these are just my personal ideas.......alotofthem..........sorry #Tuvok is interesting to me in part because he used to be rebellious and wilder but now he's so by-the-book and uncompromising #there's a LOT A LOT that could come from that in my mind especially in his relationships towards both B'Elanna and Seven #thank you everyone who sends me asks I really do love them #sometimes I love them so much I can't answer them right away v_v please bear with me

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[ ncuti gatwa, cis man, he/him ] — whoa! CHRISTIAN MUHIRE just stole my cab! not cool, but maybe they needed it more. they have lived in the city for 5 YEARS, working as a SINGING WAITER AT STARDUST. that can’t be easy, especially at only 29 YEARS OLD. some people say they can be a little bit FRIVOLOUS and CHILDISH, but i know them to be OPEN and ARDENT whatever. i guess i’ll catch the next cab. hope they like the ride back to THE BRONX!

IN A NUTSHELL; a pristine pair of nike air force 1, dancing in the rain, late night netflix binges, the constant ding of phone notifications, a deck of cards hidden away in his pocket, always the one responsible for that 90s earworm, the spicy and sweet scent of cinnamon.

ABOUT.

Name: Christian Muhire Nicknames: None Age: Twenty-nine Date of Birth: 5th November 1994 Birthplace: Long Island, New York Occupation: Singing Waiter at Stardust Romantic/sexual orientation: Panromantic/pansexual

Christian grew up on Long Island, to Christine and Fidele, his parents having moved to the States ten years before his birth. They spent much of their time fostering and in the end that was how he ended up with seven adopted siblings. He's the only biological child of his parents.

Growing up he was used to chaos. There was never a quiet moment in their house, children of all ages filling every room, singing and dancing, the beginnings of a brass band forming at one point thanks to school and interest in music for several of them.

Love was abundant in the Muhire home, although they were used to having very little of anything else. It meant hard work while growing up, hard work and commitment to wanting to succeed and get out there on your own. And he did exactly that, he headed out to university and is still working hard every day to pay off his student loans, even if the whole experience led nowhere in the end. He’d wanted it too, been desperate for a career in medicine, although in the end, he’d had to drop out before he could get his masters degree.

For years he dreamed, but in the end, had to let his life move in a different direction. Tragedy struck down the family and he found himself raising a couple of his younger siblings on his own for a while. He spent two years back at his family home doing all he could for them before eventually moving out to the Bronx and settling there with a couple of friends.

When he was younger he'd had an interest in showbiz, in the joy of singing and dancing, acting too, and this was the path he followed when he moved across to the city. Auditions were plenty, but never seemed to go anywhere, unfortunately, and that was why, in the end, he found a job at Stardust ( something he absolutely adores ). In the evenings he sometimes does a drag act at Glow, too.

He knows what he does isn't anything special to most, but he absolutely loves it, uses it as a way to get to know people and talk their ear off ( when he's not singing anyway ). There’s nothing that Christian loves better than a good gossip, especially about those living in his neighbourhood.

HEADCANONS.

Christian’s loud, totally out there, but he’s used to overcompensating because he could never be heard when he was growing up.

That’s probably another reason why he’s so colourful and desperate for attention.

Despite everything, though, he’s the life and soul of the party, a constant joy to be around —- at least, that’s what he’s been told.

He is on WhatsApp and messenger 24/7, will never leave anyone hanging more than five minutes unless he absolutely has to.

He has a deep love of 90s music and is usually wandering around the apartment humming or singing N*Sync or Britney Spears.

Has very little regard for what people think of him and spends a lot of his time trying to encourage others to love themselves exactly how they are, to get out there and express themselves.

Christian absolutely loves board games. He'll gladly spend a day doing nothing but playing games with friends and pigging out on pizza.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

ADOPTED SIBLINGS ( 0/7 ); he has a massive family. his parents fostered and ended up taking in several other children as time went on.

ROOMMATES ( 1/2 ); he shares an apartment with them in the bronx.

BEST FRIENDS ( 0/2 ); the two he's closest to. they're basically guaranteed to cause mayhem around the city.

OTHER CLOSE FRIENDS; anyone else he adores basically.

PARTYING BUDDIES; if there's one thing christian's known for, it's going out and having a good time, he pretty much has an entourage now.

FELLOW WAITSTAFF AT STARDUST; self-explanatory.

FELLOW DRAG QUEENS; he spends a lot of time performing in various places and has gotten to know others in the community.

EXES ( ANY GENDER ); he's not the most serious when it comes to relationships, but he's had a few where he's tried.

ONE NIGHT STANDS/FLINGS; he's always been more into short-lived rendezvous with people, so there's been quite a lot. he's about having fun and not much more.

FELLOW RUNNERS; other than dancing, he doesn't do a lot of exercise, but he does enjoy a run early in the morning.

#✧ christian ( about )#boroughs.intro

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me? finishing my s3 character recap only a day after completing the season? crazy. anyway, more of my thoughts!!! i don’t think i have anything very controversial in here, but this is almost 3k words of opinions so … enjoy!

jack – starting off strong with mr jack shephard. surprisingly, i don’t think i hated jack this season. sure, he pissed me off every now and again, but as i’ve said before, that’s just standard with this character. i’ve begun to expect and accept that. otherwise, he was pretty okay? i don’t like the first seven episodes of this season at all, i just absolutely hate the surgery plot. and let’s not forget ‘stranger in a strange land,’ which might just be the worst episode of this entire show. i don’t like ‘fire + water’ any more than the next guy, but it was significantly better than whatever the fuck we got in episode 9. just terrible. anyway, i understood why jack wouldn’t do surgery on ben, and i thought his line, “i just wanted you to understand how you’re gonna die,” was kind of fire. made me laugh, that’s for sure. never thought i’d see the day! later on, i enjoyed his relationship with juliet and i didn’t hate him as much when he told the camp that he hadn’t told them anything because he hadn’t decided what to do about it yet. used to that made me soooo mad, but this time around i was kinda like … i mean, yeah, you guys are the ones that wanted him to be leader. if that’s the decision he made, i think it’s fine. overall, jack wasn’t intensely annoying and i didn’t really mind him that much.

ben – ohhhhh ben. how could i ever not love you? we don’t get a lot from him during the surgery plot, or even after, but i think we start to really see who he is when locke blows up the submarine - all because ben manipulated him into doing it, which is just amazing to me. we especially see more of him in ‘the brig,’ how he so easily manipulates situations in his favor, and of course his centric episode which just … kills me. roger was a piece of shit and i stand by that!! of course, i don’t think the entire dharma initiative deserved to die, but it’s interesting to see someone who was in dharma eventually become the leader of the others. dharma’s very enemies! i also think it’s soooo ben to try and play up the whole jacob situation. the cabin scene did confuse me a lot - it could either be that ben was pretending to see someone, but that when shit started flying around and the fire started he just kind of rolled with the punches; OR ben was seeing someone there, and if so, it would’ve had to have been the man in black. which would make sense, if he was manipulating ben into being jealous of locke. as we know this works. however, ben seems to genuinely believe that jacob spoke to locke, and you can see in his face that he isn’t happy about it - enough to where i think he’s never spoken to or seen jacob at all. either way, i do believe the man in black was the one to say “help me,” and i lean more toward the idea that ben didn’t see anyone and was putting on a little show. but i love when ben is like, “well i certainly hope jacob helps you,” after he fucking shoots locke. hilarious. the one thing i hate is ben’s weird infatuation with juliet, but i’ll probably talk about that more in s4 when we get the dreaded flashback. also i think you can really see ben’s desperation at the end of this season, like for once he’s telling the truth - these people that are coming to the island are bad!! they’re gonna kill people!!! but no one listens. which, i can’t really blame them, ben is a known liar and manipulator, but i think it’s interesting how genuine ben’s motives are. he just wants to protect the island. seeing him get beat up again was also kind of funny not gonna lie. the writers really just want you to hate ben so bad ( like pretending he got sayid, jin, and bernard killed ) alongside other shit, but he’s just sooo likeable i don’t care about his crimes. and he really didn’t do anything that insane. anyway, ben was my man, and i cannot wait to see him be his best self in s4.

desmond – i adore desmond. i forgot how much i love him in this season, he’s seriously great in every scene he’s in. his plot with charlie is definitely s3’s most redeeming quality, and i find it insanely funny that the B Plot is more interesting than whatever the hell is going on with the others / jack, kate, and sawyer. ‘flashes before your eyes�� was nominated for an award and i think that’s telling to how fucking amazing that episode is. i got full body chills when eloise tells desmond that things have to play out as they were meant to, and especially when desmond tells charlie that he’ll have to die. it’s just amazing. he’s such a great guy and i think every single one of his centric episodes rock, he’s just an amazingly written character and the show wouldn’t be nearly the same without him.

charlie – charlie becomes one of my favorite characters in this season. he kinda drops down in s2 for obvious reasons, but he’s just SO great in s3. his plot is by far the most interesting and devastating. him coming to terms with the fact that he’s going to die, desmond saving him multiple times, ‘greatest hits’ … oh man that episode fucking destroyed me. i hadn’t seen it in a few years so i really got hit hard with his flashbacks and his interactions with everyone else - literally right before he’s knowingly going to his death. when he’s got tears in his eyes before he goes down to the looking glass??? i nearly died. it’s so fucking sad. and we also talked a bit about how so many of his other deaths have to do with water … foreshadowing or coincidence? no idea but i love it either way. obvs ‘not penny’s boat’ is iconic and for good reason too. his death just hurts. i love charlie and i’m sad to see him go, but his death does kick off major things for s4 so it is important, no matter how tragic it is.

hurley – i loved hurley this season. his interactions with the other survivors, especially sawyer, are just great - and him being the one to get all of this important information ( naomi telling him that flight 815 was found, finding out ethan wasn’t on the plane ) definitely hints at his future in the show. ‘tricia tanaka is dead’ is one of my favorite episodes in the entire series and hurley is just great in it. the fucking asteroid makes me die laughing every time. i really love him trying to fix up the van and that whole scene is just great. overall, i adore hurley in s3 and, as usual, i look forward to seeing more of him in the next one.

sawyer – he might just be at his funniest this season. i enjoyed his relationship with kate, a lot, and i just really love him in s3! ignoring the whole surgery plot, once sawyer makes it back to camp and has to act as a stand-in leader of sorts, being tricked by hurley into doing nice things - i just love when he does shit like that. and helping with the van, trying to solve the whole nikki and paulo fiasco … he’s just great. i have nothing bad to say about him ( ever ) and i think he can just be really sweet and does cute things and I LOVE HIM!!

nikki & paulo – oh, i bet you didn’t expect to see these two up here, did you? let’s be real, they were never going to go into honorable mentions because i have too much to talk about with them and ‘exposé.’ anyway, as surprising as it sounds, i really liked paulo. i genuinely felt bad for him - i mean, obviously not killing someone and stealing the guy’s diamonds - but, you know, for the way nikki treated him. more than anything, paulo wanted the diamonds to be gone so that he and nikki could just … be a normal couple, without that hanging over their heads forever. and to have nikki do what she did to him?! it’s sooo fucked up and it just made me feel awful for him. as for nikki, i did not like her, but i did love the scene at the beginning of the episode where she’s playing as a stripper. “razzle dazzle!” what a stupid yet iconic quote. that episode is just so fucking dumb and funny, i can’t not love it. another one of my favorites in the series. anyway, i think nikki got a good taste of karma for what she did to paulo, but their deaths were just absolutely horrific once you find out they’re paralyzed and are being buried alive!!! i swear i think about that shit all the time and it makes me shiver. anyway, love these random ass side characters and i think it’s funny they got killed off so quickly ( especially considering this was only done because fans hated them so much ). rip nikki and paulo you guys didn’t deserve that but you had a great flashback episode.

kate – kate was … meh? she didn’t annoy me, but nothing she did really stood out to me. i only enjoyed her scenes with sawyer, pretty much, as i think their relationship is really fun ( and better than whatever the fuck kate and jack have going on ). genuinely kinda hurt me tho that she blamed herself for jack not being able to get off the island. like girlie that was all ben and locke! not you!! the gays will be gay let them do their thing. anyway i can’t think of anything else interesting with her, sooo that’s about it.

locke – this is the start of the best relationship in the series, which would beeee you guessed it! locke and ben. at least to me. nothing lives up to these two and some of the shit they say to each other??? fucking insane. it’s so gay i can’t even fathom it, especially on ben’s side. i really love the ways they both affect each other, ben’s consuming jealousy of locke because of his relationship with the island, locke’s anger at ben because more than anything he wants to trust him - it just fucks me up. and, obviously, i love their slow burn friendship in s4 but i’ll talk about that more when we get there. anyway, i think locke did some crazy shit this season but i really liked him at the end, when walt tells him he has work to do and he kills naomi - putting him and ben on the same side of this situation. it’s interesting how devoted locke is to the island, but obviously he still has his morals and no matter how much he wants to, he can’t shoot jack. and i think that’s kind of the difference between him and ben - locke embraces his humanity despite the island’s commands, while ben completely foregoes his. for the rest of this season i didn’t hate locke but i didn’t necessarily love him either. he faded into the background a little bit for me, but i do love the episode where we see him get thrown out of the building. fucking crazy. he really just blew up a lot of shit this season and i’m here for it. makes me think of that meme from s6 of ben, richard, and miles and their moniger “team blow shit up.” i love it. embracing locke’s absolute insanity in the wake of MiB … anywho, yeah, locke on his own didn’t hit so much but alongside ben he really captures my attention. love when he tells ben that he’s the man behind the curtain, the wizard of oz. it’s so good!! locke’s delivery is always great and i think he’s just a phenomenal character ( and terry o’quinn kills it with the acting ). enough said from me.

sayid – i’m gonna be so honest, i didn’t give much of a shit about sayid this season. the only episode that hits for me is ‘enter 77,’ when sayid, kate, and locke first encounter mikhail and we get that flashback of sayid and the woman he tortured, as well as her cat. the whole story she tells about the cat as well as herself … it definitely made me a little emotional. otherwise, i didn’t care much for sayid but i didn’t have many qualms like i did with him in s2. he’s kind of just there.

claire – i wish i had more to say on claire but i really don’t. she literally did nothing for me this season, i didn’t care about her that much, but i did like her flashback episode and her thing with the birds ( not that it’s going to help anything ). aside from that, i have nothing else to talk about! moving on…

juliet – i do really enjoy juliet’s presence in this show, she’s one of my favorite characters and i love the way she’s written. her short-lived thing with jack is not really my thing, but we can move past that. oh and her flashbacks also don’t hit for me, ever, but that’s not really her fault. anyway, her hatred of ben is interesting ( which is for valid reasons, obviously ) and i think it’s cool to see an other who slowly merges with the survivors because it’s the first time that she can really get away. i think she’s definitely the beginning of these two groups coming together, which will be needed in s4 considering who’s coming to the island. juliet genuinely cares for people but carries out ben’s orders nonetheless - until she really has the option not to. and the little bits we get of her and sawyer are fun, i’m excited to see how they develop more in s5. overall she’s a great character aaaand i look forward to seeing her on screen again.

sun & jin – jin was fun this season, i liked his little friendship with hurley/charlie/sawyer with the van, and then later with hurley/charlie/desmond when they go camping. love the little scary story he tells, i just really enjoyed him. sun was alright, didn’t stand out to me too much, but i do really like the episode where she goes to the staff to get an ultrasound. she and juliet are interesting there, and i loved sun’s reaction to the baby being jin’s … it was just so human and kind of ripped my heart out, like she’s crying in joy but also she knows she’s going to die, but that’s okay because at least she didn’t betray jin in this terrible way. anyway, i can’t think of much more to do with these two, but i love their relationship as usual!

eko – we don’t get to see eko much in this season, but his centric episode is fucking great and i looooove his deal with the smoke monster. my thought has always been that eko was a candidate and the monster was testing him, looking through his memories to see what could be exploited - and most likely see how impressive of a candidate he would be, considering eko didn’t even flinch when he first saw the monster. then in s3 we get MiB leading him away, posing as his brother, and my assumption is that because eko doesn’t feel guilt for the things he’s done, because he doesn’t need the island or anyone else on it, he is no longer a candidate. so the smoke monster fucks him up because of it. this would also make sense because eko doesn’t move on with everyone else at the church, he moves on right then and there with yemi. i do adore eko’s quote, “i did not ask for the life that i was given, but it was given nonetheless. and with it, i did my best.” that fucking kills me. puts tears in my eyes just thinking about it. i was really sad to see him go but i do think his death is intriguing and leaves a lot to think about. rip eko tho </3

honorable mentions:

richard – didn’t get a lot from him this season, but i fucking love him. he’s one of my favs. enough said.

roger work man – i hope you fucking choke and die <3

ethan – a jumpscare every time he appeared on screen. surprisingly enjoyable to see again, i found myself liking his character. i think he just got cabin ( jungle? ) fever and went a little crazy, that’s all.

arzt – great little cameo and i loved his bug collection. so sad he exploded.

taller ghost walt – WALT I MISSED YOU!!! THERE’S MY BOY!

#dr dipshit ( elsie rewatch )#there's a divinity that shapes our ends ( s3 )#i'm so proud of myself for how quickly i finished this #enjoy!#character recap

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wisteriasakana · 1 year

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This month I've been focusing on Red Riding Hood and the Little Bad Wolf, especially since the demo is in the pipeline. And so...

Soe does devlog strikes back - The return of a completely random series of devlog.

As already mentioned, the first part of May was explosive to say the least. Apart from the RL and my computer going argh, I had the idea of editing my itch.io profile and... Maybe I put too many links, because for a few days it was kept in custody to probably verify I wasn't a bot or a spammer. *lol!* Now everything is fine and my account is beautiful - Empty, sure, but beautiful!

Talking about the game. To my great and pleasant surprise, I found more than one kind person willing to betatest the English version. I've already received some very useful feedback! There are some small tweaks to do before releasing the demo. For example, the menu.

This is the menu I planned to keep for the game. However, it was pointed out to me that the color is too bright and that the RPG Maker base menu, in a game without combat, is very dispersive. So I fixed it!

This is the new version of the menu. Straightforward and essential! (It’s mjshi’s Non-Combat Menu, if anyone is interested-)

Thinking back to the feedback, I realized that the very first part of the game might not give a very clear idea of where the story is going. Probably because I didn't plan to make a demo. I had already taken into account that the demo would be 75% walking simulator and 15% gameplay but, story-wise, the pacing had an impact that I hadn't anticipated. I'll have to be more careful, gaming writing is different from novel writing! (BTW, a funny (?) detail is that I think the full version of the game has a decent balance between dialogue and gameplay-)

And, speaking of the full version, as I already said in the last post, I finally found a (I hope) good idea for the last part before the endings. Keep it simple, simple things are often the most effective! I've already programmed it, I just have to... Yes, write the dialogue. BUT, I still went ahead with other cutscenes. I'm not quite completely just absolutely totally stuck with writing!

One thing that was holding me back a bit about this story is that I thought of it in 2016. I don't remember if I ever said it (If yes, whatever, let's dust off the origins!), but Red Riding Hood and the Little Bad Wolf started out in 2016 as a short story. I decided to rework it as an RPG Maker game because I wanted to develop something short. Well... Short I guess it's short, it's my timing that's curious. *Look at Candy Apple* However, that's a seven year old story now. I've changed, I write differently, now I would do it differently. Maybe that's what stopped me so- No, that's not true, because I thought of Candy Apple seven months ago and I procrastinate it too. *lol*

I'm not going to get stuck in an eternal loop of perfectionism. We grow, we change, if you are slow like me you have to accept that you will have to work on something created by your past self. Just don't fossilize! Besides, this is my first game, this poor fellow has to suffer all my gameplay and writing experiments in this new medium. I really hope I can get through this block and be able to give Red Riding Hood and the Little Bad Wolf the ending(s) it deserves and be able to show them to others as well.

Yes, okay, so when will the demo be out?

As already said, I won't give a precise date for the moment. I have yet to receive feedback from other betatesters, so answering times and any changes to be made must be taken into account. My idea is the first week of June but, I repeat, it's just an idea.

Happy MerMay, that has nothing to do with all of this but it's one of the virtual anniversaries that I love most, and good luck with your projects!

#red riding hood and the little bad wolf #rpg maker game #RPG Maker VX Ace #RPG Maker #gamedev #devblog #dev blog #game dev

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robielie · 2 years

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Happy Birthday Zoe! ☀️

template is from here: ☀️

Zoe: Looks like it’s time for the NRC Birthday Interview….I wonder who the “Magical Birthday Dice” chose….

???: It’s me! Your fellow guard friend, Lilia Vanrouge!

Zoe: Lilia! I’m glad it’s you. But I’m not Leona’s guard anymore, we don’t have that in common.

Lilia: Nonsense! You said it yourself, you’re still a guard of the royal family! And besides, I won’t ignore the moments we’ve had together. I cherish them.

Lilia: Well! Time for your present! Go on, dear.

Zoe: Are thaumarks going to fall out of this envelope, old man?

Zoe: …..huh?

Lilia: What’s with that face? I was sure I was spot on with this gift.

Zoe: No I just…I didn’t expect this. Ticket’s to the art museum? We never even talked about anything like that before. And how did you even get this with the presenter’s budget!?

Lilia: That’s not for you to worry about, dearie; it was well within someone's budget. A couple of little birdies mentioned it to me. One much louder and more enthusiastically than the other. There are two in there, so bring a friend! Even a certain someone….

Zoe: He isn’t even interested in art, I highly doubt he’d want to go.

Lilia: Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure about that.

Zoe: ……

Zoe: I’ll think about it….

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Lilia: Time for the interview!

Lilia: If you could pick anyone outside of your dorm to be your sibling, who would it be?

Zoe: Sibling huh? I’m close to a lot of the students here so choosing one might be hard. And I’m an only child, but I’m also close to my niece and nephew.

Zoe: I feel like Epel is a good choice. He reminds me of my cousin, Noah. Besides their respect for Leona, they’re hardheaded and brash. Yeah, Epel as a younger sibling would be a good choice

Zoe: I feel like Silver and Jamil are decent choices also. We’re similar in that we’re guards for very important people, so we like to lean on each other.

Zoe: But then again, I feel like Jamil and I are a bit closer than Silver and I. Especially after the incident with Kalim. He hid a lot from me, but we were able to open up a bit more after that. Our issues are a little similar even though they’re vastly different. I feel like he gets me even if he isn’t experiencing the same thing.

Lilia: So my poor Silver is out of the question, then.

Zoe: Now now, hold on, I haven’t made my choice.

Zoe: I’d have to go with Luna as my sister. She and I have a pretty strong bond, none of these boys would understand. She’s had my back through it all. She’s supportive and wants what's best for you, but she’s also headstrong. She doesn’t take anyone’s crap. After I got hurt, she was willing to pull punches for me. Literally. You’d be lucky to have her as a sister.

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Lilia: All right then, dearie. Next question.

Lilia: If you were to join any form other than Savanaclaw, which dorm would you choose?

Zoe: I’ve briefly thought about this. Not like there are issues in Savanaclaw, but sometimes I feel like I was put into Savanaclaw because of my relationship with Leona so it’s fun to think about.

Zoe: Heartslyabul is completely out of the question. There’s no way I’d last in a dorm with so many rules; I don’t know how Luna does it.

Zoe: If I’m being honest, I think it’d be Scarabia. They’re…..a little questionable when it comes to academics. It’s not a very well-oiled machine over there, I’ll admit, but it’s no doubt they’re all hard-working and they look out for each other.

Zoe: I feel like Savanaclaw and Scarabia are almost similar in that regard. They’re carefree but strong together. And they have their issues, but who doesn’t?

Lilia: After what you went through, you’re probably looking for a place to get away, aren’t you?

Zoe: ……

Lilia: Ah, I’m sorry! Maybe that was a little much.

Zoe: No, you’re right.

Zoe: I think the thing I’m looking for is a little peace. First of all, Savanaclaw boys, Dear Seven, I love them but they keep getting into trouble. When was the last time a Scarabia student got in trouble in trouble for picking on someone?

Zoe: And I feel like a lot of issues get worked out a bit better. I love Savanaclaw, but I feel like I could be a little more vulnerable in Scarabia. My worries might fade away if I went there.

Lilia: Well, don’t tell your little friend, but if it does come down to it, Diasomnia would welcome you openly.

Zoe: You can’t even make that decision can you?”

Lilia: Not as Vice Housewarden, no. But I’m sure Malleus would love to have you. Not to mention a certain someone would be delighted to have you as a housemate.

Zoe: Uh huh….

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Lilia: Well now, dearie that ends the interview. Next is-

Zoe: THE GIFT OF GOOD FORTUNE!

Lilia: Ho ho! That’s the lively young spirit I love about you! Are you sure you’re excited about getting all that makeup ruined?

Zoe: No way around it right? I took all the pictures, it’s time to mess things up!

Zoe: Don’t hold back! Use that dad strength, old man!

Lilia: Whatever you say, Zoe! This old man’s gonna show you what for!

Lilia: Zoe….HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

#twisted wonderland oc #twisted wonderland #twst #art #fanart #illustration #original character #it’s also my birthday 🤧#i’m old ya’ll

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lilareviewsbooks · 1 year

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My December Reading Wrap-Up

I thought I'd do one of these since I don't really do in-depth reviews for all the books I read! I might do some bigger ones for some of the books on this list, but if I do that, then I'll come back and link them!

Nona the Ninth, by Tamsyn Muir - 4/5

This is the third book in the beloved Locked Tomb series, and follows a mixed cast of new and old characters in a - as is common in this series - mysterious setting. I often wondered, while reading this installment, if there's too much mystery in this series. Sometimes I feel like we don't know too much... But I think it's mostly my lack of patience talking. Also, I might just have read this at the wrong time - it was finals week, after all, and I did really, really just want to know.

I think most of what can be said about this series has been said, and all I can add is, it fucking rocks. It's confusing and it's beautiful! And I want to make Daniel Greene's words my own: I think the writing has been becoming consistently better and better at each installment, which includes cutting down ever-so-slightly on the lyricism and finding a difficult balance between that style and objectiveness.

The Hedge Knight & The Sworn Sword, by George R R Martin - 5/5

These are two novellas compiled in the A Knight of The Seven Kingdoms collection. They tell the story of Dunk and Egg, an unlikely pair of squire and knight who journey around the world of Game Of Thrones/A Song of Ice and Fire having adventures!

This was wonderful! I loved being back in this world after my short break (I was praying for Winds Of Winter) and The Tales of Dunk and Egg are the perfect bite-sized version of my beloved ginourmous ASOIAF books, with just a little more cheerfullness than usual. I'm excited to get to next ones, but dreading finishing up all the ASOIAF content I have left!

A Desolation Called Peace, by Arkady Martine - 5/5

This is the second (and final?) installment of the Teixcalaan series, and it was just as incredible as the first one! Full of politics, intrigue and gayness, this one blew me away. It continues to follow the adventures of Mahit Dzamere as she navigates the politics of the Teixcalaan Empire as the envoy of the tiny Lsel Station - whose culture is slowly being swallowed up by the Empire.

This one, like I've said before in my more-in-depth review of the whole series, plays out almost like the movie Arrival. Adding to the previous themes of culture, imperialism and linguistics, Ms. Martine brings in first contact with alien cultures and different conceptions of language and consciousness. A fascinating read, and one I'd highly recommend to anyone into The Locked Tomb.

A Strange and Stubborn Endurance, by Foz Meadows - 3/5

This one has such a nice premise, and one of my favorite tropes: arranged marriage! I thought it would fill my Winter's Orbit-shaped hole, but it only went so far. A Strange and Stubborn Endurance follows Vel as he moves from his homophobic society to a tolerant one for an arranged marriage to Cae, while healing from a traumatic event in his life.

It sounded right up my alley, and although I did find the world-building and concept very interesting, I found that the characters and especially the dialogue lacked some luster. The plot also felt stretched, as if there were 100 pages added on for good measure when they should have been cut. Furthermore, I think the structure - having one of the POVs be in the first person, and the other, in the third - wasn't very smart and only served to distance us from one of the characters. Overall, a mediocre read with very nice world-building -- I'll be on the look-out for Ms. Meadows further endeavours!

Ocean's Echo, by Everina Maxwell - 4.5/5

This was one of my most anticipated releases of 2022, and it did not disappoint! I loved Winter's Orbit so much, for its characters and for its world-building, and so I was very excited to see where Ms. Maxwell was going to take us next.

This installment was so much fun! It introduced us to new facets of the world, which was so exciting! And Ms. Maxwell really manages to thread a delicate line, keeping a balance between romance and sci-fi really, really well. There was a bit too much back-and-forth with the romance for me, but apart from that, this was amazing!

All The Horses of Iceland, by Sarah Tolmie - 3/5

Pitched as a fairy tale-esque origin story for - guess what - all the horses of iceland, this story follows our Icelandic protagonist as he travels with a merchant troupe of mostly Jewish traders. Although it had its strong moments - which I talked about more in my in-depth review - the story abandons its pretensions and mostly focuses on our main character's personal life, which I didn't find as interesting.

Binti & Binti: Sacred Fire, by Nnedi Okorafor - 3/5

Binti follows the homonymous main character, the first of the oppressed Himba people to attend the prestigious Oomza University. But her journey there isn't as easy as it might seem...

As an immigrant attending college in another country, it was hard not to relate to Binti. And the world building was interesting and original - such a nice mix between actual cultures and alien ones! But I didn't love Binti, unfortunately. Everything felt too rushed for me (especially the ending of Binti, and the subsequent plot of Binti: Sacred Fire), as if it was almost trying to be a novel in novella format. In short, its just not perfect for this format!

The Genesis of Misery, by Neon Yang - 3/5

The Genesis of Misery follows title-character Misery Nomaki as the people around her decide she is the chosen Messiah, due to her communications with God, which she knows to be a symptom of her hereditary "void-madness".

This was my second shot at Mx. Yang's fiction, and I came out of it, once again, underwhelmed. As with the Tensorate Series, I found the first half of the book and its world-building exceptionally good, -- love a good queer-normal world!! -- and then was disappointed by the second half. The character development becomes wobbly, and the twist The Genesis of Misery relies on for its second half to work is half-baked (though its final twist is pretty nice). I'll probably write more about this in the future, but in general I thought it was half-baked, quite literally.

Mamo, by Sas Milledge - 4/5

This graphic novel follows Jo and Orla, a witch, as they attempt to properly bury Orla's Mamo, her grandmother, in order to help their town. Although quite simple, Mamo features some pretty nice art and character design. Plus, the plot is interesting -- but a bit drawn out, spanning five volumes, and it depends too much on Orla's info-dumping monologues. In general, however, it's an enjoyable read -- and, did I mention? It's gay!

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I’m not so positive about the GMG.

I’m not talking about the competition per se, but the way the Fairy Tail guild made their way through it. And also, a lot of GMG fights were what made me realize that Mashima couldn’t care less about logic or entertainment if that doesn’t include making his Mary Sues get the spotlight.

So, i’m going to analyze a bunch of factors & fights in this arc (the first half of it, i’ll talk about the Dragons Eclipse thing in another post)

I’m not going to talk about the double team thing because that happens in irl competitions so it’s really not so uncommon, however, Mashima making Fairy Tail the only guild with two teams was a little unfair, but they were the bottom of the barrel so it wasn’t that big of a deal.

The fact that they allowed Jellal to take part of the games.

With “they” i’m talking about the Fairy Tail guild, especially Mavis.

The way she didn’t even know why Jellal was there instead of Mistgun, and didn’t even care to ask, because she noticed that “he was strong” so he could’ve helped them win.

Yeah, i know about the “dark magic” shit he needed to supervise, but he didn’t need to be participating in the games to do so.

And this isn’t even the only time Fairy Tail will be unfair and not play by the rules of the games just to win.

And i thought this guild cared about “values” and “morals”, since they’re always showing them down our throats at every occasion.

Guess the most important thing was winning instead of fighting for their comrades who were made fun of for seven years in a fair way.

The Pandemonium

When Erza went there and defeated that 100 monsters i didn’t find it “badass”, but stupid & unfair.

Because yeah, she does her little show so people can see she’s the big deal, but she didn’t even give the other teams a chance to compete, let alone win.

Because she didn’t need to defeat 100 monsters to get in the first place, she only needed 51.

So, instead of defeating 51, get on the top and still give the other competitors a way to participate in the game, she just cut them off.

Not really sportsmanlike, if you ask me.

The Jenny vs Mirajane fight

While both models agreed to have a bikini or whatever-that-was competition, in which there wouldn’t have been a physical strength fight, Mirajane still activated her Satan Soul taking Jenny by surprise and avoiding the rules of the game.

Again, not really sportsmanlike.

The Natsu vs Twin Dragons fight

Oh man.

I will probably make a separate post just for this fight because i’ll be forever pissed about it.

Because yeah, i think that anyone who is able of critical thinking would understand that this fight is THE bullshit of the first half of the GMG arc.

Because not only after all the fucking speeches about friendship Natsu made he straight up pushes Gajeel on a cart ride so he can defeat Sting and Rogue by himself. After Sting alone had beaten the shit out of him and Gajeel both just two minutes before.

Mavis makes her lame speech saying that “bonds cannot be broken by power” referring to Natsu, when Natsu was the one thinking only about defeating his opponents for personal satisfaction while Sting made it clear he was fighting to keep his promise to Lector. His best friend. Sting and Rogue performed an unison raid, which can be done only if the people doing it are the closest as they can possibly be.

Sting and Rogue were the ones fighting motivated by feelings. But Mashima clearly doesn’t give a shit about making interesting or fair fights, because his little precious Mary Sue cannot lose not even one time.

There are more but this post is getting really too long, so last but not least:

Sting’s surrender

I want to say i’m mad ‘cause he surrendered, but i can’t.

I will make a separate post for this topic too.

If he did surrender because at the last moment he realized that what he was fighting for wasn’t worth it (i’m not talking about Lector, but about Sabertooth values) that could be understandable.

But what we get instead is the impression that Sting surrenders because he’s afraid, or because he thinks his motives aren’t as strong as Fairy Tail’s, which are both bullshit.

Sting is smart and he had a good strategy, he saved his strength so he could be prepared to face every Fairy Tail member and get Sabertooth to the top with the difference of just one point.

But nooo, instead of getting to see a good fight we see him turning his back without even getting a clear explanation about why the hell he did so.

And it’s not like he didn’t have motives to win either! His exceed got kidnapped, he got blackmailed, for fuck’s sake. That alone is a more valuable reason to fight that just winning the competition, which was Fairy Tail’s.

#grand magic games arc #fairy tail

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ok jin anon again and it’s 3am and now i cannot stop thinking about how special each of them are. obviously we know this BUT would you mind if i just praised them for a bit w my opinions (pls feel free to ignore if you do!)

i’ll start w the vocal line - i feel like each of them has such unique tones to their voices and it’s so interesting to hear them all and have them work together. jin’s voice as we know is SO well suited for ballads but i also want to point this specific thing out - you know his high notes in run bts?? the “tell me what you wanna” part. UGH it gets me each time. jimin’s range is incredible and he hits those high notes SO. WELL. (but also can we talk about his lower vocals in tony montana 😩😩😩) i think it’s amazing - and honestly a bit lucky/destined as well, considering how bts was formed - how bts’ vocal line has two people who can hit the high notes well (amongst other talents as well), jin and jimin, and tae who has a really smooth and velvety deep voice along w kook who sounds so good doing literally anything. the combination of all of them truly makes them the best vocal line in the industry (this is MY OPINION!!! anyone is free to disagree w me!!!)

and the RAP LINE god. i’m not as familiar w rap as i am w singing but hobi’s style is so versatile that i’m impressed each time he releases new music. he is truly a wildcard (idk if that has negative connotations but i mean it in a very very good way!!!) namjoon has that steady style that i feel like is very classic and powerful??? (sorry, like i said im not super well-acquainted w rap so i truly have no idea what im talking about) and yoongi’s seems to be in between hobi and namjoon’s where he does seem to stick to his few styles BUT the way he raps is so interesting, like his voice and intonation. this is a tangent but i feel like hobi was imitating yoongi’s style when they first debuted as he was finding his own style, and can i just say i LOVE his own style. anyways, best rap line as well, in my completely non-biased opinion!!! 😏

it is now 3:30am and wow i am just so in awe of them. as yoongi said, what a relief that they are seven. what a relief that they have each other. and i know that they’re focusing on solo projects and whatnot but i personally don’t think that takes away from that quote!! i am so emo, i love them so much. they are incredible and we are so lucky.

Pleaseeee, jin's high notes are so good. His high notes in Crystal Snow had me screaming when he confirmed it was him. His voice has come a long way since his debut.

Jimin's voice... there's a reason that Promise is my favorite Jimin song. It perfectly encapsulates his voice. There are some bts songs, like fake love, that really force him to use the higher end of his range, and while that's nice sometimes, I prefer him to be comfortable like in Promise. Really, yoongi did well in asking Jimin to feature in Tony Montana because I don't think anyone else could do it the way he can..

Taehyungs deep voice... whew. The first time I heard Singularity was an out-of-body experience fr. Like, his voice is suited for jazz and honestly, if his entire mixtape ended up being jazz, I'd be in love. I'd be in love regardless but you know. His voice is soulful

And jk, my versatile king...I think his voice blends really well with the rest of the vocal line, but especially jin's. Idk why but to me, those two sound perfect together. Still With You is my favorite song. More of that, please

I'm not familiar with rap other than the fact that when I first listened to Cypher 4, I about lost my damned mind. I am impressed with hobi considering he was originally meant to be a vocalist before transitioning to part of the rap line. I'm glad he put out hope world to show off his skills. Actually, his demo of DNA made me want to hear more of that singing. And I'd consider being called a 'wildcard' a good thing because people don't know what to expect from you.

Yoongi's versatility is hot. If you sampled his raps from his debut up til now, you'd be amazed at how varied they are. Cypher 2's verse had my jaw on the floor because of his speed. King shit.

As for namjoon, I think what i love the most is the emotion he puts into his verses and the lyricism within them. The entirety of Mono makes me feel a lot of emotions, everything goes, in particular, holds a special place in my heart

As I said, I don't know anything about rap other than what I enjoy, lol.

I'm glad the universe put them together ❤️

#asks

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stylesluxx · 2 years

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eight years 2.5 – bts

[warnings: angst but nothing else I think]

summary: in which the boys share their pov | ceo!bts | part two | part three

word count: 1,451

masterlist | bts reactions masterlist

The office was quiet, no one left but the seven CEOs and the cleaning staff.

As Hoseok walked into the main office, he wasn't expecting the other six men to be there. He wasn't expecting them to be at home, no one wanted to be home anymore, but he also wasn't expecting a full house.

"So, we're all staying late?" He asked as he set his box of pizza on his desk and sat down.

They all nodded, not looking up from their work until Jin spoke.

"Yeah, Y/N's at home so..." He was never one to hold back but they also never talked down about their fiancée. It took everyone by surprise.

"Jin!" Namjoon scolded, giving Jin a tired look.

"What? We're all thinking it," Jin defended himself. "Don't think I haven't noticed how we're all feeling."

They all mulled over his words, not wanting to outwardly agree with him because that would mean going against the woman they loved (or were supposed to love).

"I'm sure she knows. Y/N's not dumb," The youngest spoke up while leaning back in his chair and rubbing his hands over his face.

"Just delusional," Jin shot again.

Hoseok had never heard him speak with such animosity, especially toward Y/N. No one spoke bad about her, only good things. They didn't even know how they fell out of love.

"Jin..." Hoseok mumbled with a small frown, clearly uncomfortable with his resentment.

"Well, I love Y/N," Taehyung said, looking around the room, hoping someone else would come to her defense.

"We all still love her, Taehyung. We're just not in love with her."

Yoongi wasn't interested in this conversation, didn't want to talk too much about his feelings but also didn't want to say anything mean. He spoke up because he knew what he said was fact and facts weren't supposed to be mean.

"I'll always love her."

Jimin was always the sentimental one. The last to let go because he didn't want anyone to get hurt. He didn't know when to put himself first sometimes.

Hoseok sighed, not expecting his late night at work to turn into a therapy session. He bought this box of pizza for himself but now he didn't even have the appetite for it. "You don't stop loving someone like her. My heart just isn't in it anymore."

"We're going to break her heart," Jungkook worried, eyes wide and bottom lip trembling.

Namjoon let out a breath and let his tense shoulders fall before responding.

"Trust me, it's been broken for a while."

—

The house they once considered a home smelled like food and you. This was nothing new.

Namjoon had taken notice of you picking up their slack, or maybe it was you overcompensating.

It was his night to cook or was it Hoseok's? He didn't know but he thought it wasn't your night. You were still putting in effort and in any other circumstance, it would be admirable but now it only made him frown and feel guilty.

"You guys are home right on time!" You greeted them as you walked in from the kitchen.

"Y/N, we should talk," Namjoon quickly spoke up.

Their hearts dropped as they saw your face fall. You knew what was coming and it only made everything much harder.

"Of course, what about?"

The tears welling up in your eyes only made them more hesitant to speak up. But someone had to speak up; it wasn't right to keep stringing you along.

As he fought his tears back, Jimin spoke up. "We don't think this is going to work out anymore."

"What do you mean?"

He gulped before slowly continuing. They knew you knew what he meant but you wanted to hear it. You needed to hear it. "We don't love you anymore, Y/N. We're not in love with you anymore. We haven't been for a while now."

"Oh... okay. I understand," You nodded as you fiddled with your fingers. You always did that when you were nervous.

There was a long, awkward pause before Yoongi decided to speak up. He couldn't watch the person he once loved hurt any longer. "We're really so sorry, Y/N. We never meant for it to be like this-"

"No, it's not your fault. You don't choose who you fall in and out of love with. And that's okay. No hard feelings, I guess. I'll... I'll be enough for someone else someday. I'll go grab my things now if that's alright?"

"Y/N, you can stay until you find a new place. There's no rush."

You shook your head at Taehyung's words. "I've already overstayed my welcome. I don't want to push it anymore than I already have, but thank you."

Once you turned away from them and walked upstairs, they knew it was done. There was no going back from what they had just done.

Your tone and face were no longer soft and loving but numb and it devastated them.

They fell onto the couch and let out breaths they didn't realize they were holding.

They were silent for a minute before Jungkook spoke up, voice shaky. “She's so understanding and kind... We never deserved her," He frowned and covered his face with his hands.

"She's enough, I don't want her to think she's not enough," Taehyung shook his head, standing from his spot on the couch, ready to go after you.

Jimin quickly grabbed Taehyung's wrist, stopping him from going any further. "If she were enough, wouldn't we still be in love?"

"Not necessarily; she's right. It's not our fault but it's also not hers. Sometimes people just grow apart."

Yoongi's words silenced them and Tae plopped back on the couch, posture mimicking Jungkook's. The sudden drop on the couch scared the youngest, making him flinch and the others shook their heads, chuckling a little bit.

Nothing usually frightens the youngest so it was amusing watching him jump over nothing. But it wasn't funny at all if you thought about it. This whole situation had wound him up so tight, he was flinching at something so small.

Your footsteps alert them; they're no longer laughing and they're sitting up, watching you with careful eyes.

Hoseok saw you struggling with your bag and offered to help but was quickly shot down. Whatever light air from Jungkook's flinching was now officially gone. They were back to their harsh yet necessary reality.

"I've left all the things you guys have gotten me, so don't worry about me taking anything."

Jimin sighed at you declining to keep the gifts they bought you, even the car Hoseok bought, but he understood. They understood. Why would you want to be reminded of the people that broke you?

"I don't want any parts of you. Just keep the car, please."

It wasn't an unwarranted statement. Hoseok didn't understand you as quickly as Jimin had. But his heart stopped at your words knowing that it was officially over. You'd have the title signed back over to him but what would he do with it? It would just remind him of you and what once was, what almost was. A reminder of his failure.

And the ring. How could you all forget the ring that held so much weight on your finger?

As you shakily set it down on the coffee table, it was like they could physically see your body loosen. You were free.

Free from a loveless relationship. And they were free from pretending, though they weren't doing a good job.

Despite the freeing feeling you all felt, Jimin was biting his bottom lip, trying not to cry.

They never thought they'd see the day you'd give the ring back to them. It was supposed to be the eight of you forever.

"Y/N-"

"Dinner's on the table."

The door shut behind your body and an eerie silence filled the room. All seven pairs of eyes locked on the ring that sat on the table. The ring that once held joy and hope for the future, now disgusted them.

—

Weeks later the diamond ring hung on a small white gold chain.

The jewelry holder that they kept locked in their safe was home to the necklace and bracelet you and Jungkook made. The title of the car, the polaroid of you and Yoongi, the locket Jimin gave you, the heels from Taehyung, and the plane ticket from Namjoon all rested next to each other in the safe.

Hoseok walked into the house and set the keys to the car on the coffee table.

"You gonna sell the car?" Namjoon asked, sprawled out on the couch.

Hoseok shrugged. "I don't know. I'll probably just keep it."

"Just in case?"

"Just in case."

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theneondemonx · 3 years

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MY TYPE | JJK

One Shot

▽ summary: you’ve never liked fuckboys, especially one Jeon Jungkook. But when you find yourself late at night playing a game of seven minutes in heaven with your college friends, things take a different turn.

▽ genre: porn with very little plot, college au

▽ pairings: fuckboy|jk x fem!reader

▽ words: 2192

▽ warnings: implied alcohol use, jk jerked off to your insta pics (y/n living the dream), oral sex (m receiving, deep throating), unprotected sex, lots of cum, dirty talk, nipple play, jk has a big dick

A chorus of ooohs filled the messy living room in which you and your friends were sitting in circle. It was late and most of the party guests had already gone back home, leaving just a small bunch of you and a pile of garbage all over the house. You would have gladly leave the place way earlier if it wasn’t for your best friend Se-mi, who you promised to drive back home. She insisted in staying longer to hit on Min Yoongi, one of your fellow classmates from the same major, but the guy seemed to barely notice. He might even been interested in her for all you knew: there was no way of telling, since he was always so introverted. The only person he spoke to was his disaster of a friend, Jeon Jungkook, the campus playboy.

How do they even get along? They have literally nothing in common.

And you knew this, since you had been often paired with Yoongi for some group projects during the years. The guy was cool. He was really smart and funny when you actually got to know him. He just didn’t open up easily. That’s why, even though you’ve had the opportunity to chat with him several times, you couldn’t really say you two were friends.

But back to the ooohs. The reason behind that childish reaction was to trace in the empty bottle of beer who had just stop spinning, pointing at you and the infamous Jeon Jungkook, who was having the time of his life – judging from the mischievous grin on his face.

You weren’t blind, you knew he was hot as fuck, but he was way too aware of his good looks and terribly overconfident. He was known to have slept with most girls on campus, and you were pretty sure he was more dedicated to keep his record than to actually graduate. Which, for a good student like you, was infuriating.

You had always found him annoying and obnoxious. And on top of that, you couldn’t figure out how girls seemed to fall for his cheesy lines every single time, throwing themselves at him like he was the only guy with a dick.

Sure, you didn’t really knew the guy, but in your opinion there wasn’t much to know about him. He was a cliché. And you couldn’t help but roll your eyes every time he tried to hit on you. Because he did. Of course he did. You were just his favorite type of prey: one that was not easy to catch.

“Well, you know the rules, guys. The closet is right at the end of the corridor. You have to stay in there for seven minutes. If you get out earlier, you have to kiss in front of everybody for the remaining time. And if you don’t get out.. well.. good for you.”

“Don’t worry, Jimin. Seven minutes are more than enough.” You said with a sarcastic tone, giving him a fake smile while you got up and adjusted your skirt.

Jungkook scoffed, getting up and leaning closer to your ear to talk in a low voice, but loud enough for the others to hear.

“You must have had some pretty lame sex if you think so. Hope I’ll change your mind.”

“You’re disgusting.”

And that’s how you found yourself sharing the tightest possible space with a known fuckboy like Jeon Jungkook.

As soon as you entered the closet, you pushed your back against one of the walls, folding your arms to your chest to make him understand in every possible way that you weren’t going to give into any of his shenanigans. Stupid move, since your shirt was a bit low-cut and that only made your tits pop up even more, looking like a four course meal to the blatant gaze of Jungkook.

“No class to run to this time, mh?” he immediately uttered, giving you a malicious smile while leaning with his shoulder against the door frame.

“Unfortunately.”

He rolled his eyes, darkened even more by the dim light of the small space you were both trapped in.

“Oh come on, do you really want to turn this game into seven minutes in hell? You don’t necessarily have to be a mood killer.”

“I just don’t like you, Jungkook. I know you are not used to hear it, but that’s just how it is.”

Your comeback didn’t seem to affect him at all. If anything, he just made him chuckle and slightly shake his head.

Seriously? You are that full of yourself?

“Ok, so it’s another Y/L/N Y/N who liked my photo at the gym from three years ago and then changed her whole profile in a ridiculous attempt to hide it.”

Your eyes widened and your cheeks turned suddenly red. You got caught.

“It was a mistake.” You tried to explain yourself, knowing too well that there was nothing you could say to go back from that.

He raised his eyebrow, looking straight at you from underneath his eyelashes.

“You scrolled through all my Instagram profile by mistake?”

No you didn’t. You just got curious. That’s the kind of shit you did at three in the morning when you couldn’t sleep. You just find yourself looking for weird stuff on the internet and scrolling through profiles of people you barely knew for no apparent reason. It was just a bonus point the fact that Jungkook’s profile was full of pictures of his body sculped by the gods. Sure, you were annoyed by his attitude, but you were still a woman.

“And you did it so very late at night, if I might add.” He said, taking a step forward towards you. “What were you doing, Y/N? Looking for something interesting?”

You blushed so hard that you were pretty sure he could see the redness in your cheeks even despite the poor lighting in the closet. But you couldn’t help but stare at him in the eyes like a deer caught in headlights, unable to look away from his hypnotic gaze.

“I wasn’t.” You murmured, defensively.

“You don’t have to feel ashamed, you know? I was awake too – thank God, if I might add. I would have missed it otherwise. I would have found myself locked out of that mysterious profile, unable to look at your cute pictures.” He paused, leaning way too close to your face. “Don’t tell anyone, but I had some fun with those.”

Normally, you would have told him that he was sickening, but for some reason you felt a pleasant warmth irradiating in your belly. You couldn’t help but picture him jerking off to your photos, and it wasn’t sickening at all. If anything, it was weirdly enticing.

He rested his palm on the wall, right next to your face, and looked down at your body like he was ready to devour it in one bite.

“I recognized the skirt, you know?”

You didn’t remember wearing it in one of your pictures, but it was plausible: that skirt was one of your favorites. Cute and short, but not too revealing.

“Well, I hope you saved the picture, because that’s all you’re gonna get.”

This was your response, when you actually found the courage to talk. But your voice was so low and shaky that you found it hard yourself to believe your own words. Of course he didn’t fall for it.

“Are you sure?”

You bit your lip, nodding in a last ridiculous attempt to give yourself a standoffish look, which again he didn’t buy at all.

He got even closer, slightly pressing his body against yours until your heavy breaths were melting into one another and you could feel his hardness on your stomach.

You did not respond. You were brain dead. All you could feel was your core painfully clenching around nothing and your blood flowing down to your lower belly, emptying your head of any thought beside those filled with the desire to feel his body.

“Mh.. okay..” he said, gently resting his hand on your thigh and starting to go further up with an excruciating slow pace. “So you don’t like this.”

It wasn’t a question, but it was clear he was looking for a reply you were unable to give. A soft moan escaped your lips at his gentle touch, which you didn’t move away from. A silent green light for him to go even further up, taking his caress under the hem of your skirt until his digits were brushing the damp fabric of your underwear.

“You want me to stop, Y/N?”

His words were a mere whisper against your lips to which you couldn't help but faintly gasp.

“No.” You found yourself saying, right before being cut off by the kiss he gave you, pressing his lips against yours and spreading them open for his tongue to enter your mouth.

You moaned, melting like pudding against his body while his fingers started drawing slow circles on your sensitive clit.

“For someone who finds me disgusting you got yourself soaking wet pretty fast, princess.”

His provocative words only got you wetter and needier, pushing you to the edge of your psychological barricade. Your hands rushed to his belt, unbuckling it with fast and sloppy movements until you could zip down his jeans, letting his hard cock spring free in front of you.

Fuck he’s big.

He seemed to have somehow read your thoughts in your eyes, since he chuckled, guiding your hand to wrap around his width and slightly moving it up and down while letting out a raspy moan.

“Are you gonna be a good girl and take me in your mouth, princess?”

You licked your lips, looking up at him with your eyes filled with lust while you slowly got to your knees. You never broke eye contact, pumping him slowly but steadily before swirling your tongue around the tip of his cock, covered with precum.

“Tastes good?”

“Mhmh.” You nodded with a mischievous smile on your face.

Your mouth soon wrapped around his cock, taking it all in until you started gaggin a bit for the length. A reaction which made him moan loudly and grab your hair, steadying his grip in order to guide your head in the increasing pace.

“Fuck your mouth feels so good.”

“You like it? Is this what you pictured while jerking off to my photos?” You said during a small pause, not even giving him the time to respond with anything but a loud moan, since you immediately got back to deep throating his cock like it was your last meal.

“Fuck I’m close.”

Those words only made you move faster, keeping your eyes locked with his to take in every ounce of pleasure you could get from him. And at that point there wasn’t much he could do to hold back. You suddenly felt his hot semen spilling down your throat.

However, you only had the time to swallow before he leaned down, wrapping his arm around your waist and lifting you up with ridiculous ease.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, letting him push you against the wall and move your wet panties to the side to sink deep inside your throbbing core.

You let out a sharp moan, welcoming his size between your tight walls with pleasurable pain. One of his hands got under your shirt and bra, squeezing your breast and tracing circles with his thumb on your hard nipple.

“Look at you. You got so wet just by sucking my cock, baby?”

His words were again a lustful whisper against your parted lips, but you were unable to respond – your voice cut by the deep thrusts he was torturing you with. You were sure, however, that the lewd sounds of your wetness were enough of an answer to him.

“Such a pretty little slut. What are you gonna tell the others when they’ll see my cum dripping down your thighs?”

You moaned loudly, helping his pace with the movements of your own hips to take him even deeper.

“I’m gonna tell them that this lame sex little slut made you come twice in a row.”

He groaned, thrusting harder in you.

“You are so fucking hot.”

The pace got quicker and quicker until you found yourself out of breath, calling his name in between moans while your legs started shivering, signaling your forthcoming orgasm. And when it came, it hit you like a train, making you grab his hair and moan loudly while your walls clenched around his cock. You felt him twitch inside you until he sank deep with sloppy thrusts, releasing his orgasm inside you with a raspy moan.

You two took some moments to relax your racing heartbeats, leaning against each other's forehead with eyes closed and heavy breaths.

When you felt again capable of speaking, you let out a pretty laugh, pressing your palm against his cheek.

“Hope this memory will serve you well for your future lonely nights.”

He laughed, caressing your nose with the tip of his.

“Trust me, this won’t stay in the past.”

“Jerkass.”

“Nerd.”

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