#i'm so sorry for the angst guys i promise they'll get better!!

[phaticserpent]

You Call This ‘Fate’?

You’re friends with Helen Cho and she promises you the ‘best night of your life’ at Tony’s party. You didn’t really expect to get caught in the conflict between Ultron and the Avengers

Warning: Mention of character death, angst, slight fluff

NOTE: this was honestly the 1k fic i was planning to do....but I didn’t like it and the pacing, so this is just a drabble. So, THIS IS NOT THE 1K FIC (enjoy this while I try to rewrite something else)

Word count: 2,716

It had been some time since you and Ultron met; it was unfortunately, through Tony's luxurious party. 

You were invited to the grand party on the Avengers Tower, though you were a little skeptical. Your friend, Dr. Helen Cho insisted on your company. You constantly reassured that she would do fine on her own and how she wouldn't even have to worry, but she managed to convince you. So here you were, standing awkwardly with people that have higher class than you. Feeling overwhelmed, you slipped away to a more less crowded area, which was the bar. 

"Hey (Y/N)," Natasha greeted and you awkwardly smiled. "Want a refresher?" 

"Yes please, just water." You smiled. She nodded in understanding and you waited patiently for your drink. Soon enough, Natasha pushed over a tall drink of cold water. "Thanks so much." 

"Not a problem." She winked. "So how are you liking the party?" 

"Oh, it's a little too class for me." 

"Ah, I get it." She nodded. "Well, you're always free to rest up here, I can personally ask for a private room for you." 

"Oh, no need." You smiled. Before you could thank Natasha, your friend walked up to you. 

"(Y/N), come, come join us!" Helen laughed. You shot Natasha a grateful look before being pulled away by Helen. "Are you enjoying the party?" 

"I should ask you that." You laughed. "How are you enjoying it? Is Thor the man of your dreams?" You and Helen burst out laughing as she tried to hide her flushed face. 

"Oh, I don't know." She finally said. "He has a girlfriend, I don't want to come between them." 

"Ah," you silently panicked. "I'm sure you'll find someone better! Hey, who needs Avengers as a partner? They'll be awful boyfriends anyways." You did your best to reassure her and she was grateful. She insisted that you could leave as the party died down, but you insisted upon staying. 

You were just exiting the bathroom when the Avengers were settled in a certain area, including Helen. You silently made your way over as they were in the midst of debating whether or not they were worthy. Worthy of what? You watched as each member took turns in trying to lift Mjolnir. 

"Widow?" They all glanced at Natasha, who seemed shocked at their suggestion. 

"Oh no, that's not a question I need answering." She declined. There was slight laughter as they continued to debate about it. The atmosphere was interrupted with a piercing ring, and everyone immediately doubled down or covered their ears. 

"No…." A metallic voice rang out and everyone turned to the source. "How could you be worthy? You're all killers." 

"Stark?….." 

"Jarvis….." Tony started, clicking at the buttons impatiently. 

"I'm sorry, I was asleep." The robot answered. "Or I was a-dream." 

"Reboot Legionnaire OS….we got a buggy suit." Tony instructed, but nothing happened. 

"There was a terrible noise……And I was tangled in….in strings." The robot looked down to emphasize their claim. "I had to kill the other guy. He was a good guy." 

"You killed someone?" 

"Wouldn't have been my first call," it replied. "But, down in the real world we're faced with ugly choices." 

"Who sent you?" Thor interjected. In which the robot played back a recording. 

"I see a suit of armor around the world." 

"Ultron!" Bruce realized, turning to Tony. You couldn't see their expressions, but you knew they were shocked. 

"In the flesh." It exclaimed. "Or, no, not yet…..not this chrysalis." You eyed Agent Hills and how she had her gun cocked. 

"(Y/N)–" Helen grabbed your arm. 

"I'm on mission." 

"What mission?" 

It turned to look directly at Natasha, "peace in our time." Just then, there was glass shattering everywhere. You and Helen immediately ducked down from the commotion as you heard gunshots being fired. Helen quickly dragged you away from the chaos, hiding behind a piano. You and Helen watched as the Avengers battled against Tony's Iron Legion; you had been a little distracted when Helen tugged on your sleeve, she was backing away from an approaching suit. You tried to intervene and stick yourself in between, but she held firmly. Steve immediately rushed to your aid, tossing the suit to Thor, who crushed it with his hammer. "That was dramatic." 

"Are you two okay?" Agent Hills asked you both; the two of you nodded. The chaos ceased and everyone stared warily at Ultron. 

"I'm sorry, I know you mean well. You just didn't think it through…..you want to protect the world but you don't want it to change." Ultron sighed. "How is humanity saved if it's not allowed to…..evolve? With these?" He picked up a fallen Iron Legionnaire before tossing it away. 

"These puppets. There's only one path to peace. The Avengers' extinction." He claimed, but Thor quickly threw his hammer as the suit crumpled to the ground. That night ended on a dim notice, you quickly dismissed yourself back to the hotel you and Helen were staying at.

"Get back safe." She gave you a tired smile. 

"You're not coming?" 

"Tony insists on me staying for a while, but I'll get back later." You nodded in understanding as you bid farewell to the other Avengers. You couldn't help but feel a little uneasy as you went outside to walk through the city streets, and that dread never wavered even after you entered your hotel room. 

Ever since then, you had one run-in with Ultron. You were on your way to visit Helen, when you stood in the hallway between the exit and Ultron. There was no way you could hold him down while the Avengers were on their way; the only reasonable outcome to your survival was to point out a mistake of his. 

"Are you seriously going to escape in a truck from our lab?" You questioned. To which he just stared at you quizzically, before recollecting his error. "For an artificial intelligence, I thought you would be smarter than that." Now you were just testing your luck. 

"And what would you have me do?" 

You were hoping you wouldn't be blasted on the spot; your plan consisted of two Ultron, which meant that he would have to bring his backup. The backup would oversee the Vision, while the current one would get away, in case anything happened. So the other Avengers wouldn't be suspicious. You then added, "that's just my thoughts…..you could do it your way." You just hoped that Helen was okay. 

"Let's say I go with your plan, where do you recommend me to hide? A hotel?" Ultron snorted sarcastically. 

"You can't just fly back to your hideout?" 

"Chances are, they'll fly here with a quinjet, which could pick up my signal before I could leave the premises." 

"Oh." You sighed. "Well….I do have a place in mind." 

You didn't know why you were letting an 8ft tall A.I into your home. You stood awkwardly as he stood a couple of meters from you. 

"You're really something." Ultron let out a throaty chuckle. "Letting me into your home, just…like…that." 

"I will throw you out the window." You snorted. Ultron opened his mouth but you interrupted him, "if I hear one more snarky thing out of your mouth, I will alert the Avengers." 

"That's funny," Ultron started. "You're acting as if I haven't cut communications here." Your smile dropped as you reached for your phone. Ultron stood smugly as you noticed the lack of signal. 

"You lil shit." You breathed. 

"Well, you better let me leave in one piece if you want your signal back." Ultron bargained. You sighed in defeat and nodded. As it grew closer to midnight, you were fighting every urge to fall asleep. You haven't even showered, in which you could feel Ultron silently judging you. "Aren't you going to–"

"Shower? Sleep? Hardly, with you near me." You scoffed. Ultron just rolled his eyes. "How can I trust that you won't leave?" 

"You're just going to have to trust me." Ultron sighed. ".....I really don't have anywhere to go." You turned to face him, a little startled by his tone. Deciding to trust him, you slipped into the bathroom to finally take a shower. Though you were still paranoid, you finished quickly before nearly running out of the bathroom once you were clothed, to see Ultron sitting on the couch. He seemed rather bored. Well, if I were an intelligent being, I would be bored too. 

As you walked down the stairs, Ultron turned to look at you. "Told you I wouldn't leave." 

"Uh-huh." You scoffed. "What next? You're gonna tell me to sleep?" 

"Yes." He said nonchalantly. You rolled your eyes as you sat down on the couch. He then stood up and began walking to your bedroom. He seemed to wait for you, turning a bit to make eye contact. You let out a huff before following. Ultron stood by the doorway, his arms crossed as he stared at the bed. "Huh, that's going to be a problem." 

"What, is my bed too small for you?" 

"I can sleep on the couch." Ultron insisted. 

"You sleep?" 

He sighed, "I have a power down mode." Before he turned around to leave, you instinctively grabbed his arm. Which he quickly yanked away from your touch. "Don't." 

"Don't….leave." You pleaded. His eyes scanned your eyes before tilting his head up in defeat. "Besides, how am I supposed to know you won't sneak off in the middle of the night? You could kill me in my sleep for all I know." 

"I would never." He growled. Though you held your ground, he could see the slight fear in your eyes at his tone. Ultron inched away from you as you cleared your throat. 

"W-well if you wouldn't, then get in the bed." You responded. Without a single protest, he gently put his weight on the bed, pausing when it creaked dangerously. He gave you a look that you ignored. "Move." You scoffed, pushing him to the edge as you settled on the other half of the bed. 

The two of you remained awake. "My systems deem you as a threat….I won't be able to power down if you're near." 

"Sucks for your system, I'm not going to sleep until you power down." You declared. Ultron let out a huff and you smiled to yourself. Soon enough, you could hear a faint sound of him shutting down. It was….strangely human; though the sound was very machine-like, you could feel that he was sleeping. Like how you could tell when people were drifting to sleep. Dismissing your thoughts, you eventually drifted off to sleep a couple minutes after. 

You felt warm, a little too warm. Without opening your eyes, you could see that it was morning and your room was illuminated by the sun. You cracked your eyes open but you were confused by what you saw. Instead of seeing your bedroom floor, you saw shiny metal. Slowly, you pulled away and your arms felt numb. As your eyesight became clearer, everything else was suddenly transparent. Ultron had his arms around you and you had clung onto him during the night. You tried to pry yourself away, but his grip was unbearably strong for someone being in power-down mode. You dreaded his reaction when he woke up. As if on cue, you could hear his systems whir back to life and your face paled as he blinked. 

Ultron froze as your wide eyed expression came into view. "Morning." You awkwardly greeted. Quickly, he pulled his arms away, allowing you to distance yourself. 

"Uh, morning." He replied. "I'm sorry about…the night." 

"N-no no, don't be. It happens." You stammered. Though, you were curious about one thing. Ultron had his back to you, and you took advantage of that by gently placing your hand on him. "Although….you are strangely warm." 

Ultron tensed from your touch, but he didn't pull or push you away. "I designed myself that way….to reflect basic human bodily functions; I can warm myself and cool myself." 

"That's really cool….you really put a lot of thought and research into it." 

"....thank you." Ultron sighed. You could feel the shift in his gears as his body loosened. Awkwardly, you retracted your hand from him. "Aw, I was just getting used to your touch." He drawled. 

"Pity." You pouted before getting out of bed. "I take it, you don't eat." 

"Ha ha," He laughed sarcastically. "Of course I don't eat. Haven't really gotten to that part yet." 

"You're seriously missing out." You sung out. Ultron just rolled his eyes as he quietly yearned for your touch. 

"Tell me about it." He chuckled. Soon enough, Ultron followed after you, into the kitchen where he peered down. 

"I'm sure the Avengers are no longer near, so you're free to leave." You felt his looming presence behind and over you. You turned to face him, "thanks for not killing me." 

"Pft, you sure are charming." Ultron laughed. 

"I try to be." You grinned. He shook his head in astonishment before he settled down. "Wait…..do you…..?" You searched his optics and Ultron silently panicked that you had figured him out. 

".....you laughed! You find me funny!" You beamed. He thanked that you were a little slow. 

"Of course, I have a sense of humor." He said it like he was offended by your observation. "To be honest, I'd rather stay…..just for a few minutes." 

"Oh, uh….yeah, sure! It's your decision, not mine. You're welcome to leave anytime." You turned away to continue prepping breakfast. Ultron didn't know what this new emotion was, he was feeling something but he couldn't explain it. It took everything in him to hold himself back from hugging you. Though, he promptly stopped himself by focusing on your breakfast. 

"Is that it?" 

"What?" You asked. "I don't have time to cook a full meal." 

"Take that out of your mouth." Ultron sighed. "I'll prep you something." You hesitantly pulled the bread out of your mouth as he started filing through your refrigerator. 

"...seriously, I can't eat that much for breakfast." 

"Cause you keep eating small." Ultron dismissed. You huffed and set the bread aside, slowly moving to the couch to wait. You slumped on the couch, trying to ignore the gnawing hunger. "Don't slouch." He barely gave you a glance. 

"Jesus…." You breathed out, fixing your posture before flipping through your phone. The signal was back on. You didn't dare to call for help, as Ultron was comfortably making breakfast but you were curious from the endless onslaught of messages. Your eyes widened and your heart ached at the news; Helen Cho was attacked and harmed. She didn't make it and the person who harmed her……..

Was in the same room as you. You set your phone down just as Ultron proudly announced that breakfast was ready. You had no explanation how, but the spark and light in his eyes disappeared when he saw your expression. 

"What?" He asked. "....what's wrong?" 

"Ultron, did you….you…..what did you do to my friend?" You breathed, trying to suppress yourself. "Helen…." There was a long pause. He was as still as a statue and you were convinced you were talking to one. 

Ultron slowly placed the pan on the counter before speaking,  "(Y/N), I….." The pause was unbearable, and it didn't matter how carefully he would word it, your best friend's murderer was standing in front of you.  

"Ultron…..I'm going to ask one more time, what did you do to my friend?" You felt the tears rise in your eyes. Your rage only grew when he couldn't meet your eyes, but that action alone told you everything you needed to know. "Get out." 

"(Y/N) please–"

"Get. Out." He quickly left without another word. Once you knew he was gone, you fell to the floor and quietly sobbed. In truth, he was on the opposite side of the door. His fists clenched in regret and hatred as he heard you cry. He left momentarily, unable to handle anymore of your sobs. You were overwhelmed with all the emotions; grief, anger, hatred, sadness, shock, perhaps even relief that he hadn't killed you, or disappointment that he hadn't killed you. At least you would’ve been reunited with your friend then. 

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[spaghettificationandpretzels]

The Reaper and the Death Angel Part 49

This is very late, I'm sorry but my life has been hot wet trash and I just seem to concentrate for more than a few minutes at a time. This chapter is short and total shit, things will be better soon.

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Part 48

Contains: Fluff, angst, smut (dom Jax, praise kink, fingering, P in V, aftercare.), follows the plot of 5x05 loosely. Am I making Galen OC and a soon-to-be good guy, maybe?

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Times are a changing.

"Morning."

You smiled as you met eyes with Jax, "good morning beloved, how long have you been awake?"

He smiled softly, "not long, did you sleep well?" Y

ou nodded, "surprisingly, I did."

Jax rubbed your nose with his, "you wanna wake Abel up from breakfast?"

"Sure, I think I'm going to make chocolate waffles."

Jax smiled, "I'm sure Abel would love that."

You climbed out of bed, Jax getting up along with you, with a soft smile he picked up your clothes and dressed you, "what did I do to get such special treatment?"

He smirked, "nothing, I'd do this for you every day but I don't think you'd let me."

You went into Abel's room, Abel waking up with a grumble and a rub to his face, "are we going to see uncle Sam?"

You smiled, "yes, but we need to have breakfast first. I'm going to make chocolate waffles, how does that sound?"

He smiled, "that sounds good mummy." You gave the tip of his nose a kiss and left Jax to get him ready while you went downstairs to start cooking.

You were putting the first batch on when Jax and Abel came racing into the kitchen, "no running in the house you two."

Abel and Jax giggled, "do the waffles have chocolate chips mummy?"

Jax seemed just as excited as Abel, "yep, white, milk and dark chocolate."

Jax popped Abel on his chair and came up behind you, "can I have extra white chocolate in mine?"

You rolled your eyes, "of course my love, would you also like chocolate sauce?"

Abel's ears pricked, "there's chocolate sauce?"

You did your best not to laugh, "I'll take that as a yes from both of you."

You turned the waffle press towards Jax and Abel then shoved the bowls of chocolate chips in front of them, your eyes going wide as they piled them on, "not too many, they'll burn."

Jax threw a chip into his mouth, "yes darlin."

****

"Now, Abel. Uncle Sam is hurt so you have to be careful." Abel nodded aggressively, "I will mummy, I promise."

You took his hand and walked him into the room, Ima had already left home before the sun came up and was curled up in the chair asleep. You stopped Abel and knelt down to talk to him, "aunty Ima's sleeping so you have to be quiet ok?"

Sam smiled when he saw Abel and opened his arms, "hey, little man, I missed you so much."

Abel hugged him gently, it was clear how hard he was trying not to hurt his uncle, "when are you coming home?"

He sounded sad, "soon, buddy. I got to get a bit better before they let me out of here but you can spend all day here if you want, only if mummy says it's ok."

You did your best not to laugh, "you're just going to get up to no good."

You nodded towards Ima, "you want us to come back later?"

Sam shook his head, "nah, she's out like a light. You doing alright?"

You shrugged, "sleep could come easier but you know the drill."

Sam nodded, "yeah I do. Where's Jax."

You pointed your thumb at the door, "outside setting up the Diosa thing with Oswald, he should be here soon."

Right on cue, Jax walked in, "hey man."

Sam nodded, "hey."

Jax smiled when he saw Ima, "you're one lucky guy."

Sam went a little red, "don't I know it."

Abel had settled into the bed next to Sam and Ima had finally woken up, her face breaking out into a grin when he saw Abel tiny hand engulfed by Sam's, "you know any more about what happened?"

You nodded, "there's stuff back, I'm just waiting on a call to confirm, it should here before we leave here today."

Knock Knock

"Hello everyone."

It was Bobby, "hey, how's everyone?"

Sam sounded curious, "none the wiser. Lyla's worried they'll come after the kids, Ope's been doing his best but I think she's got a reason to be afraid."

You tilted your head, "why?"

Bobby took a deep breath, "Clay's isn't taking all this well, I'm pretty sure he wanted you dead."

"Hey Abel, do you wanna get some jello."

Thank God for Ima, "yes please."

She reached out her hand, "we'll be back in a bit."

Jax mouthed a thank you as she took him out the door, "what makes you say that?"

Bobby rubbed his face, "I think he wanted a threat out of the way, and couldn't afford to try again with Opie, killing Sam wouldn't just get rid of Clay's biggest physical threat but let's be honest, he wants to hurt you too."

You huffed, "he's a duplicitous asshat. How's Happy? I haven't spoken to him in person yet."

Bobby smiled, "less anxious since you posted your goons at the house. Apparently, someone named Penelope showed up after breakfast to spend the day with his mum and aunt."

You nodded, "Derek's her husband, she likes looking after people."

Your phone rang just as you saw Ima and Abel walking back, "this won't take long."

After a very fast conversation in the hallway, you returned, "what's the news."

You took a deep breath, "the fingerprint was Greg's."

Ima swallowed, "when do you need me to talk to him?"

"Whenever."

You smiled, "I have the real phone number for the one that texted Sam from Bobby's phone number too, I figure we can call it in a little bit."

Jax shifted in his seat, "how about we head to T-M do it with Ope there too, the more witnesses, the better."

"Great, now that's sorted, what news do you have on CaraCara?"

Ima nodded with a smile, "all good stuff, I'll run threw what the girls want before you seal the deal."

You smiled, "I brought some colouring for Abel so if you want to spent the day with him you can."

Sam's eyes crinkled with a smile, "you're the best."

****

"How are we going to do this?"

You took a deep breath, "Ope, Jax and I will go into the bathroom in Jax's office so no one can hear us while you stay by the Nomads, I'll call the number and pretend to be someone else while you watch to see who picks up. We'll go from there."

You talked by the tables for a little while longer, talking to Chucky about his latest ideas and informing Juice of the Anvil numbers for the boat rides he suggested. "How's that project you were setting up?"

You shook your head, "we can't get it off the ground, there's not much funding in burying runaways and dead people no one cares about."

Jax's chest felt tight at the bitterness in your voice, "how about we bring it up at the next barbeque, I'm sure someone would be willing to give you some ideas."

You smiled, "that would be wonderful Jackson." You wanted to say no but Jax would be hurt and it's not like someone could find fault with wanting to give someone a good burial.

It took a bit for everyone to be able to get away but you sent Bobby a text to be ready for one of the Nomads to get a call and slinked into the bathroom with Jax and Opie, "alright, Bobby's ready."

Jax tilted his head, "how are you going to get him to pick up?"

You smiled, "the only other time the phone number came up was on a sign up to win a date with a niche porn star. So I'm sorry in advance but it's about to get weird."

Jax's gaze turned possessive, "make it quick."

You called the number and it rang, then there was a click, "ahh, hello."

It was Franky, you put on a fake Louisiana accent, "yes sir, I'm with southern bells and sinful smiles, you put your phone number down to win a competition."

You could hear him walking inside the office, "yeah, I did. I want Hannah."

Opie was blinking and looking from the phone in your hand to Jax, "good choice. First things first Mr, I need to know who is your phone service provider for this phone number, just to ensure the safety of our ladies."

There was a pause, "umm, this is a throw away phone."

Jax relaxed, "oh, bless your heart, we don't work with those. I'm really sorry but we'll have to pick someone else. But you can try again next month with a traceable phone. Bye bye now." You huge up and got a text from Bobby.

"Franky just came back from his phone call."

"Franky was the one who sent the text, which makes sense since he seems to be up Clay's ass."

Jax rubbed his face, "what's next?"

You shrugged, "give me a few days to come up with a plan, Ima still needs to go at Greg, after that we'll know more. I think we should wait till Sam's out of the hospital and safe at home before we really set things in motion."

Opie nodded, "we gotta go see Oswald, are you ok to tell Sam and Ima what we know?"

You took a deep breath, "yeah. I'm going invite Gemma to come with, I'm sure she wants to see Sam."

"Good idea, call if you need anything."

Jax smiled softly and pressed a kiss to your lips, "can we leave the bathroom now, this feels like a weird porno."

You chuckled, "it does a little."

Jax's face wrinkled, "you guys are gross."

****

Chibs, Bobby and Jax pulled up to Hanna's diner with smiles on their faces and finances in hand, Oswald greeting them with a smile and a firm hand, "Mr Mayor, you mind if you join you?"

Oswald waved his hand and directed them to sit down, "please, Opie called and said you had something to discuss."

Jax nodded, "there's a commercial building you own on Castle road, Morada border, the old Elk's lodge. We know it's been vacant for over a year, we'd like to buy it off you."

Oswald gave a non-committal nod, "automotive?"

Chibs took a sip of his tea, "not exactly."

"Escort service."

Oswald's eyes went wide, "you want to run a prostitution ring in Charming?"

Bobby shook his head, "it's very legit. We'll take a building that's collecting dust off your hands for a good price and you don't need to worry about the law, our partner has all the permits and licences."

Oswald understood what they were getting at, "you want to be in business with someone you know. Does this mean you're getting away from the other reason you rent from me?"

Jax nodded, "it does, so if you do this for us, it's one step closer to bringing Charming out from the cloud of the violence the Club has caused, which, I'm sure, will look good for your re-election."

Oswald swallowed with a nod, "I'll get the paperwork drawn up, I'm expecting a good price so start your offers high."

Jax smiled and stuck out his hand, "you name it and it's yours. It was a pleasure doing business with you."

****

"Hey Gem, you wanna go see Sam? Abel's been with him and Ima all day."

You could hear her smile over the phone, "I'd like that, thanks."

She sounded sober, "I'm heading to the hospital now, you wanna meet meet me there?"

You could hear her getting her keys, "I'll be there."

You drove to the hospital, stopping to take a call from Derek, "is it done?"

He chuckled, "of course it is. I put the bugs everywhere so if there's a conversation to be picked up, it will be. You need anything else or can I go back and hang out with Happy's mum and aunt?"

You shook your head, "yeah, that's it. Thanks Der."

You were going to have to find a way to tell Jax you had bugged Clay's house but that could wait, you had to go over with Ima what she needed to do when she talked to Greg about the shooting. The hospital wasn't busy when you got there, you ran into Kozik on the way in, his easy smile and gentle demeanour telling you the day was going well.

"You heard from Jax?"

He nodded, "that's what I was just in there for, Oswald got back to Jax about ten minutes ago, he's willing to sell the Elk's lodge for just under a mill."

You nodded, "that feels like highway robbery but they're taking it?"

He nodded, "yep, Nero will cover half so it's not that bad. Bobby thinks if the vote passes, the Club will be in the black within five months."

"They just need to say yes."

Kozik made a face, "aren't you meant to be the smart one? I don't think anyone is going to vote no."

You chuckled, "yeah, but you know how Clay's been, Jax could be putting world peace up for a vote and he'd say no."

Kozik huffed, "not for much longer. After this we've got a met with the Irish, one step closer to dropping the guy."

You nodded, "I have a feeling he's going to do his best to cling on, no matter the cost."

Kozik's eyebrows wrinkled, "is there something going on that you're not telling us?"

You took a deep breath, "is there is, it's for a reason, best not to go poking around."

Kozik nodded, "well if you need my help with anything just ask."

You put a hand on his shoulder in thanks and wished him well, then walked into Sam's room. Abel came racing off the bed and jumped into your open arms "did you have fun today?"

He yawned, "yes mummy, can I stay again tomorrow?"

You smiled, "only I don't know, only if uncle Sam and auntie Ima say you can."

You brought Abel to the bed and sat down, "Jax will be calling about the vote soon, you just have to let the guys know how it will all work with CaraCara."

Ima nodded, "no worries. What are we going to do with Abel when he calls?"

You gave a tight smile, "Gemma will be here soon, she can take him for a walk."

Sam blinked, "alright, you sure she's up for all this?"

You nodded, "she sounded alright on the phone."

Just as Sam was about to say something, Gemma walked into the room, she seemed relieved to see he was doing ok, "how are you feeling?" She walked up to the bed and gave him a hug then bent down and pressed a kiss to Abel's forehead.

"When are you getting out?"

Sam shrugged, "a few days, I'm improving faster than they thought."

Ima pressed her lips together, "I wished you'd stay a little longer, I don't want anything happening to you."

Sam lifted his hand to her face, "I'm ok babe, this isn't the first time I've been shot."

Ima huffed, "well it better be the last."

You giggled, "you two are hella cute."

****

"The meeting is locked down with the Irish and the cartel, we'll head to the warehouse after this and hopefully make green and brown happy."

Clay's gravel voice cut in, "it's currently more than that concerning me."

Franky was next, "yeah, people are putting this home invasion shit on us." Jax did his best not to react as the Nomads played off each other.

"We can't control what other people think, Charming's love and hate swing back and forth on us. Right now, I want to talk about other ways to earn."

Bobby smiled, "it's warm, wet, and tastes like sunshine."

Most of them had some idea that something was going on with Nero, this was just the first time it was brought up officially, "pussy." Jax smiled at Happy's answer.

"Or Italian ice, I'm ok with both."

There was a laugh across the table, "Nero has offered to help us and Ima and Lyla are going to get the CaraCara actors to buy in, add some star power to his stable. We've all talked about this but it's a Club decision, I figure you should hear the full pitch before we vote it."

Jax pulled out his phone, "Ima and y/n are with Sam now, they can tell you more."

Jax phoned you, and you picked up on the first ring, "hello my love, are you calling about Diosa?"

Jax cleared his throat, "do you have time to go over it right now?"

You nodded and waved to Gemma, "can you talk Abel for a walk please, I'll text when it's ok to come back."

Gemma shot you a huge smile, and stuck her hand out, "come one little man, let mummy and daddy talk."

After Gemma and Abel left, the questions started. You and Ima did your best to answer then but you could hear by everyone's tone that it was going to go well, "we'll leave while you vote."

You and Ima walked out of the room, she seemed to be feeling less anxious than the last few days, "how are you feeling?"

She shrugged, "pretty gross, I've got an OB appointment in a few days, I'm hoping the stress hasn't hurt the baby."

You nodded, "everything should be fine, you happy with Nero?"

She nodded, "yeah, he seems like a cool dude, the girls will be safe with him."

Sam yelled for you to come back in much sooner than you thought, "are we good to go?"

Sam huffed, "what do you think, Jax asked if Ima could go down later today and hand off a list of the girls who want to work."

Ima nodded, "sure." The phone call was still going when you sat down.

"Do you know any more about the home invasions?"

You weren't surprised about Clay asking, "I'm asking around about something, I have a weird feeling it's connected to a spate of home invasion is Venice."

Jax watched their reactions carefully, "well, you better find out fast before Charming runs us out."

You huffed, "the town knows these invasions aren't on the Club."

You hoped your tone would shut in, but Franky wasn't having it, "you calling us liars y/n."

Chibs interrupted, "nah, what she's saying is, you, you and you don't know shit about our town."

There was a back and forth before you stopped it, "children, if you can't behave, I'm going to go home. Ima and I will be down in an hour to go over everything."

Jax turned the phone off speaker and put it to his ears, "yeah darlin, we'll see you soon."

You smiled, "love you." You hung up and texted Gemma to come back, and she returned with Abel, ice cream in hand. "Are you alright to take Abel for a few hours? Ima and I need to head to T-M."

She smiled, "of course I can, does Jax know?"

You shook your head, "he will when I tell him. I'm trusting you to be safe with him Gemma."

She nodded aggressively, "I promise I will."

You ruffled Abel's hair, "you wanna spend a few hours with grandma?"

Abel smiled, "yes please."

You huffed a laugh, "alrighty then, daddy and I will come and get before dinner how does that sound?"

"Good!"

You pressed a kiss to his cheek, "well I'll see you both tonight, thanks Gem."

****

"Should I get him alone?"

You shrugged, "do what you feel comfortable, but make sure you can get away if something goes wrong."

She nodded, "yeah I know."

You walked into T-M and Jax pulled you into a hug, pressing his lips to yours, "where's Abel?"

You smiled softly, "with Gemma, I told her we'd pick him up before dinner."

Jax swallowed, "she's sober?"

You nodded, "of course, Abel really wanted to go. She's not going to keep trying if we don't let her spend time with him."

Jax nodded, "yeah, you're right as always. We're all ready for you, the guys are excited to hear what Ima thinks." You walked inside with Ima, the guys were huddled around the bar, Happy getting up to give you a hug.

"What was that for?"

Happy smiled, "my mum and aunt love Derek and Aden, thanks for looking after them."

You smiled, "that's alright Happy, you still coming to the convention this week?"

He nodded, "hell yeah." Everyone sat down while you and Ima went through everything, they all seemed very happy with it, until Clay opened his mouth.

"I guess you're all ok with this Nero guy."

You crossed your arms over your chest, "he's a very nice man, cares about his kid and the women who work for him and he certainly won't cave Gemma's face in for looking at him wrong, unlike you."

He huffed, "it's wrong, we're still married."

"You stopped being able to say that when you beat the shit out of her."

You turned to Jax and smiled, kissing his cheek and whispering in his ear, "my brave knight, you are so very noble."

Jax smiled and pecked your lips, "you're very sweet."

The conversation dragged on then Greg walked away to take a call, Ima looking at you before taking a deep breath and getting up. Jax followed her until she was out of sight, his body coiling just in case he needed to run to her rescue.

"How does this program work?"

Kip was looking over the safeguard program you and Nero had created, "if a staff member has a bad encounter, they enter the person's name, photo and description into the database which will pop the next time they try to hire someone."

"That's a good idea."

You nodded, "yeah, it's saved a lot of lives. Does anyone have any more questions?"

Head shakes all around, "great, when are you seeing Galen?"

Jax shuddered, " a few hours, then we'll head to Diosa to get all this sorted."

"Lucky you."

****

Ima was careful, she waited until she heard the bathroom door opening to start. She stood in the hall with her back pressed up against the wall and let out a soft sob as Greg exited the bathroom, quickly meeting his eyes before turning away. He took the bait and walked up to her, putting a hand on his shoulder, "are you ok?"

She sniffed, "no, I'm not. I'm so worried about Sam, I can't lose him." Ima didn't miss the look of guilt on Greg's face.

Got you

"He'll pull through." He got in closer, "if you need anything from he just give me a call." The hug he gave her made her skin crawl but she returned it. She walked off feeling sure that she had an in with him and could get more information if she needed to, she just had to work out how.

Ima came back and sat down with you and Jax, by the look on her face, it went well. "He's a guilty as sin."

You nodded, "you think you can get more out of him?"

She swallowed, "yeah, I want to run an idea by you."

You nodded, "not here?"

She looked around, "no not here."

To everyone's shock, Rat Boy came running in, "the Irish are here."

Jax blinked, "what?"

Rat repeated himself, "the Irish are here, Galen wanted to meet on our tuff before seeing the cartel, something about the home invasions."

Jax threw his hands in the air, "bring them in. You ladies want to stay?"

Ima got up, "I'd rather spend my afternoon with Sam."

Jax relaxed like he had just heard the best news of his life, "you're staying?"

You raised your eyebrows, "I'm not letting you deal with the fucker without backup. My laptop's in my bag, I'll sit in the corner and act like I'm not there while I catch up on work." You walked over to the chairs that were out of the way and set up, acting like you were there while Galen walked in.

Clay pulled him aside immediately, "good to see you up and about brother, how's your lung holding up?"

Clay shrugged, "I gotta cut back on the cigars but I'm still fit for combat."

Galen looked him over while you peered above your laptop, your glasses down on your nose. "I wasn't aware there was an election."

"Well, I figure with me down, it would be a good time to move Jax up. Nothing changes with us, though."

Galen didn't seem convinced, "I hope that's true. Our seniority is earned, not sewn on with cheep thread."

Jax took a step forward, "hey, we got some kind of beef, let's throw it on the table." You sighed, this was quickly becoming a dick measuring competition. You were content to just leave it be and let Jax handle it but Galen didn't seem to want to let it go.

"Grow some balls you Irish prick, you got a problem with me, you tell me to my face."

Galen walked closer, "alright, I think you're arrogant, selfish and explosive." Before he could say anymore, he noticed the looks on the faces of the other Sons and you were getting up out of your seat and walking over to them.

"How dare you call Jackson selfish, he has done nothing but try and accommodate you. What's selfish is the way you expect everyone to bend to your will because you think you have some kind of people over people." You were within touch distance now, Galen was taken aback, he knew who you were so there was no way he would retaliate lest the might of the CIA fall in his head.

He swallowed, "also, whatever male perfume you're wearing is aging you. I suggest switching to something citrus based so you don't stink like a dead guy."

Jax was hiding his smile, "darlin, that's enough."

You shook your head, "it's nowhere near enough. You need to take stock of who you aline yourself with Mr O'Shay, you might find a knife in your back if you're not careful."

The look you gave Clay sent a shiver down his spine, before you could say more, you were being dragged away by Bobby, "enough, young lady."

You took a deep breath and walked back to Galen, "I'm sorry Mr O'Shay, we got off on the wrong foot."

You put your hand out, "it's nice to see you again, I wish it could be under better circumstances." O'Shay expected your hand, hiding the flash of pain as you did your best to crush his fingers.

"Of course Dr l/n, maybe we can talk some of your concerns later? I would love to hear them."

You smiled, "you know where to reach me. Now if you'll excuse me, I just got an email about a dead body in a private pond and it looks like murder, I have an exam to conduct."

Before you left to head to work, you pressed a kiss to Jax's lips, and he turned his head and whispered in your ear, "you are in so much trouble."

****

You ripped your gloves off while Holt stood in the corner of the autopsy room, "murder?"

You nodded, "yep, blunt force trauma. I can't stay too long, I don't have the mental energy for this. I can get you and ID and come back tomorrow?"

Holt smiled and put a warm hand on your back, "of course. How are you feeling otherwise."

"I'm doing alright. Jax has been amazing, he's really been there, even when he's got other shit to deal with. I think I'd be lost without him."

Holt smiled, "I remember my first really rough case after I started dating Kevin, there's nothing like coming home to someone who doesn't understand but cares enough to try. How's the wedding planning going?"

You smiled, big and wide, "great, I've started my dress and I'm starting to put the guest list together. Jax is so excited that he just says yes to anything, I'm thinking of asking if he wants a live elephant to see how he reacts."

Holt laughed, "he's in love, nothing else matters."

Your chest felt warm, "does this feeling ever go away, the overwhelming happiness?"

"It waxes and wanes but it's always there. You've found your person, it's ok to be happy about that."

****

It was late when you got home, Jax and Ima were waiting for you and you could smell something delicious cooking on the stove, "you didn't need to wait, where's Abel?"

Jax gave you a small smile, "I thought we could pick him up in the morning, Gemma said he's out for the count after all the fun he had today."

You took a deep breath and went to say something, "she's sober, I checked when I dropped his clothes off."

"Thank you Ima, how's Sam?"

She nodded, "we just got off the phone, he's ready to come home."

You huffed, "how did the Irish go?"

Jax clenched his jaw, "Galen ruined our bikes showing off to Romeo but it went well other than that."

You shook your head, "what a fucktard. You want me to put dinner on the table?"

Jax shook his head and stood up, "you ladies relax, I'll get it."

Ima put a hand to her chest, "what a doll."

Jax returned soon after with three plates of food and drinks for everyone, sitting down with his legs pressed against yours. "This is really good, did you cook this?"

Jax shook his head, "all Ima, I helped."

You giggled, "of course you did, how lucky am I?"

Ima smiled, "so lucky, have you got any further with the wedding planning?"

Jax shrugged, "we're having a really small service and doing it in the backyard. We don't want more than fifty people."

"Good idea, we only had just over a hundred and it was too many. Is Abel going to be the ring bearer?"

You smiled, "yes, we're getting him a little plaid shirt and a pair of jeans so he can match everyone."

Jax smirked, "Abel's just happy that his mummy and daddy are getting married." The night was nice, most of the conversation was around the wedding, Ima and Angela were happy to be co-maids of honour so they were fast becoming close friends.

"I'm beat, I'm gonna call Sam and say goodnight then get some sleep."

You stood up and gave her a hug, "thank you for dinner tonight." You and Jax went to the bedroom soon after, Jax flipped on the TV and waited for you to have a shower. When you came out, he opened his arms and spread his legs for you to sit on his lap, you rested your back against his chest and he brought his arm across your body to rub your forearm.

"You doing ok?"

You nodded, "yeah, just a little had it. I missed work, so I'm happy to be going back tomorrow."

He turned his head and pressed a kiss to the side of your face, "Galen likes you."

You huffed, "he does, does he, what did he say about me?"

Jax chuckled, "that I needed someone like you to keep me in line."

His tone changed, "I remember telling you that you were in trouble."

You smiled, "yeah, you did. Are you going to follow through?"

Jax's hand came to squeeze your hip, "I am. Let me blindfold you?"

You raised your eyebrows "alright, do your worst."

Jax got up, putting a hand on your face, "don't move, I'll be right back." You could hear Jax rooting around in the closet before he came back with a silk blindfold, "strip." When you were naked, he sat back behind you, putting the blindfold down and running his hands up and down your arms.

He shifted and pulled of his shirt, leaving him in just his sinful grey sweatpants then he was lifting the blindfold up and putting it over your eyes, "you're gonna tell me if I do anything you don't like?"

You nodded, "yes Jax."

He kissed your cheek, "good girl, now sit back and relax and let me take care of you." You rested your head against his chest as he ran his hands over your body, he took his time as his fingers traced your skin, making a slow journey to your centre.

Jax lifted your leg over his to hold you open, then his fingers were running through your slit. The darkness just heightened the sensations, the TV was still going on in the background, albeit turned right down and Jax was kissing and sucking your neck, his beard scratching your skin.

His index and middle finger circled your clit, when you went to lift your hips towards his hand, he stopped, "relax, I got you." You stopped moving and Jax rewarded you with quickening his fingers, "good girl." He didn't miss the way you twitched at his praise. He moved his hand downwards and slid a finger inside you, chuckling as you squeezed around it, "you're so eager."

"Is that a bad thing?"

Jax turned your head with his free hand and kissed you, slow and deep, "no, it's a good thing. Really boosts my ego."

You huffed, "of course it does, you're insufferable."

Jax's hand made its way to your upper chest, rubbing it back and forth over your skin, "behave."

You moaned as he added a second finger, rubbing your clit with his palm, "thank you."

Jax huffed, "what have I told you about that?"

You turned your head and buried it in his neck, "I don't remember, you want to remind me?"

Jax pecked your lips, "I can see what you're doing and it's not going to work, be a good girl for me and I promise you won't regret it."

You giggled, "something tells me I wouldn't regret it either…."

You were cut off by a gasp as he pressed on your G-spot, "probably not but I want to treat you since you've been doing so much and I can't do that if you keep being a brat."

You smiled, "I love you."

Jax's tone softened, "I love you too darlin, now be good and let me look after you."

You relaxed against him and he rewarded you with another kiss. His fingers sped up and you approached the edge but just as you were about to fall over it, he stopped. "Jax please."

He chuckled, "I know pretty girl but you did misbehave." You groaned as Jax went back to touching you, his lips on your neck just as pleasant as his fingers inside you.

You heard the TV click off then Jax's lips were pressed to your skin as he whispered praise in your ear, "my good girl, you're so beautiful all spread out for me." Jax's smirk expanded at the whimper you let out. His fingers sped up but as you reached the edge again, he stopped. The praise didn't stop as he went about the torture of build up and pause until you were shaking and begging.

"Shhhh, shhhhh, I know darlin. You're doing so good for me, just a little longer and then I'll give you what you need." You took a deep breath and relaxed against him, "good girl." He didn't stop this time as you reached bliss, turning your head to kiss your lips and you convulsed around his fingers. He slowed and his fingers softened as he brought you down, you could feel him hard against your back as he shifted to place you on the bed and hovered over you.

"You want to keep going."

You nodded and fumbled around for his pants, "yes please."

Jax chuckled and helped you pull his pants off then pulled your legs opened and settled between them, "alright, you've earned it."

His tone was light and gentle as he gripped his cock and rubbed it up and down your slit, "please don't tease."

Jax bent down and kiss you as he slid inside you, swallowing your gasp with a smile, "I love you so much."

You reached up and warped your arms around his back as you lifted your hips to meet his thrusts, "I love you so much too."

Jax moved his hand to rub your clit, going back to whispering more praise in your ear, "come on darlin, be a good girl and come for me."

His fingers sped up and you clawed at his back and warmth filled your core, "Jackson, oh my God."

"There you go, can you give me one more?"

You shook your head, "no, enough please." Jax's hand moved up your body to rub your skin as he chased his own high, being careful not to give you too much, then he was painting your walls as he grunted in your ear.

You crushed his to you and Jax pressed kisses all over your face, "I'll be here as long as you need sweet girl." He lifted his hand to your face and rubbed your cheeks, "the lights are off, I'm going to take this off now, is that ok?" You lifted your hands to help and he took them in one of his.

"No, it's alright. I'll look after you." He brought your hands to his lips then pulled the blindfold off, smiling as you looked up at him, "you doing alright?"

You nodded, "yeah, I'm doing good. Can we cuddle for a bit longer?"

Jax chuckled and turned you both on your side, "of course darlin, as long as you need."

You buried your head in his chest and he ran his hands up and down your back. A little while later, Jax got up and got a damp cloth to clean you then climbed into bed and pulled you back into his arms, "after work tomorrow, would you like to come and see Nero, I'm sure he'll be happy to see you."

"I'd like that, I'll call when I'm done we can go together."

Jax raised his eyebrows, "I usually have to bribe you to get on the back of my bike, what's the occasion?"

You shook your head, "maybe I just want to be the big spoon for once." Jax let out a laugh, "you jest."

You pressed his Abel tattoo, "I do, it's takes me a lot to get on that donorcycle, be nice."

Jax shook his head, "alright, it's time for bed, before you get yourself in trouble again."

You reached up and kissed his lips, "goodnight beloved."

Jax returned the kiss, his lips lingering against yours, "goodnight darlin."

Part 50

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[ddullahan]

Hello!!!!! I live!!!!!!!!!!! Woof guys the future is uncertain but you know what isn’t uncertain? Love. I love y’all, this is the most I’ve ever worked on a solo project in my life and I hope the month-long wait was worth it. Big thanks to my friend @tigersdemon for keeping my brain occupied with the gays while I struggled with this chapter <3 might change my tumblr name to sorryformycrimes cause - well. I’m sorry for the angst LOL Here’s an excerpt! --------- Blake was walking on clouds. Her entire body buzzed with raw energy and honestly, why had they waited to kiss? It eclipsed over all other avenues of thought until she was left in a sea of heat and the ghost of pressure on her lips. Oh kissing Adam had never been so earth-shattering. All she wanted to do was break the world again. But the silence had stretched between them, yawning like a chasm with the things they still had yet to say. They made it all the way to the training room without saying a single word, though it wasn’t an uneasy walk. Blake was pretty confident she’d gotten her emotions under control, that she’d had time to cool down. Except they tried to go through the door at the same time. Their eyes made contact as the door slid open, and suddenly Blake forgot everything, and cared about nothing except the fact that Yang still had a tint of redness on her full lips and their bodies were wedged together in the frame. Yang’s lilac eyes were lingering lower than her nose, they were just standing in the doorway but Blake couldn’t find it in her to move. Yang had an air of armageddon about her as wisps of cold gold flames twisted around violet shadows in an intricate dance, a few set adrift in the small gap between them. Blake was just about to crawl out of her skin with the tension, but her ears swiveled towards the room beyond. Voices were rising, one high and sweet, the other rasping and tired. “I know you’re fine, you keep saying that Weiss! All I’m saying is it’s okay if you are, and it’s okay if you’re not! Why are you fighting me on this?” “I am not fighting you on this, I am simply stating that you don’t need to worry. I have everything under control.”

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[taones]

Pls do a how they win you back 🥲

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐖𝐢𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤

I love getting asked for part 2's aksjdh here you go babe!

Part One - Here

Pairings - oikawa, daishou, kageyama, tendou, Tsukishima, sakusa, asahi x gn!reader

Warnings - mentions of previous break ups and angst

Oikawa - he showed up at your doorstep, in his practice clothes, soaked to the bone from the rain. He knelt on your front doorstep and promised you that he would completely give up volleyball if it would fix you two, if it would reassure you that the love his fans had for him was nothing compared to the love he had for you.

Daishou - he went back to her and couldn't stop thinking of you. He was reminiscing of a time he missed in high school and she was the reminder but it didn't feel right. Didn't hug right, kisses didn't feel right. He ended up leaving her before anything really happened, deleting all their shared photos. After a week of contemplating, he invited you out for a coffee and told you what happened, promising it would never be the same without you.

Kageyama - he got some sense talked into him massively. The rush of emotions he got when you told him you were leaving were too much for him to handle, finally coming to terms with how he felt about you. He asks you to come to his next game and, with the help of Hinata, hands you flowers outside the locker room and finally tells you how he felt. Tells you how he loved you so much his heart ached but he was scared of feeling so much at once - that he would be better now.

Tendou - when he came back to Japan to visit, you realise how much you had missed him. It was like nothing had even happened between you. He pulled you off to the side of the reunion party and apologised, he understood how much it would've hurt you to move so quickly. You apologising in turn for disappearing. After he told you he would be working part time, switching between the Japan and France branches, he asked if you could try again. Of course, you said yes.

Tsukishima - it was a week before he managed to get you alone, under the guise of picking up some stuff from your apartment. His hand cupped your chin, pulling your face closer to him. 'I'm sorry, I want to tell everyone about you but I'm scared they'll take you from me, I want to talk about you to anyone that will listen so please let me'. The soft fingers that were wiping away your tears felt oddly soft you couldn't help but fall back into him.

Sakusa - You came back to get your stuff and saw him laying on the sofa, surrounded by a mess that was unusual for him. Red rimmed eyes met yours when you walked in and he was immediately hugging you, holding you closer then he ever had. Muttering how sorry he was into your hair, you could feel tears hitting the top of your head and he finally pulled away to apologise, promising that he would be better for you and he was just stressed from volleyball. 'you deserve so much better but please, could we try?' seeing how much of a mess he was without you made you go back, it would be better now.

Asahi - You guys met eyes across a club, him sitting blank faced between an obviously drunk Daichi and Suga. You gestured to him and met up outside, him pushing you against the wall and looking in your eyes before kissing you. 'I'm so sorry y/n. I realise what i was doing I just- I didn't want to lose you but I should've trusted you more'. You interrupted by pulling him down into a kiss, the confidence you saw in him kissing you first was the first step to fixing what you had. He would never let his anxiety overcome his love and trust for you again and you promised to work on it together.

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[luvring]

Would you hate me if I add to your angst requests? Please don't, I love you :(

(M3 and Rime with an MC who wants to genuinely return back to earth), like I love these guys and I'd never want to leave them specially felix but this game seems to forget how most people still have parents and family that's waiting for them back at earth, and probably frirends/siblings emotionally dependent on them, responsibilities etc etc

— M3 and rime when mc wants to return to earth

note from nia: real. i would never hate any of you ! i did it as a specific moment sort of thing i hope that's ok i'm sorry i've had this for so long :( not proofread**

anisa

there was always a little voice in the back of her head, reminding her that mc wasn't from astraea. they'd talk about their phone, movies, stories about friends they hadn't seen in too long, how bittersweet it felt to not deal with regular "earth stuff"—how they were relieved yet found themselves missing it sometimes.

and she always wants to be truthful with mc, appreciating when they do the same. it's a sense of intimacy that she doesn't usually get to have—being so vulnerable and honest.

so when mc tells anisa that they have something important to say she can see they're a little nervous. she reaches for their hand and offers a reassuring smile, "you can tell me anything." (just like always, though she doesn't have to say that part)

but mc's heart drops a little when they watch that same smile falter and her hold on their hand weakens when they say they'd like to really start planning for them to go back to earth

"..oh. right, of course."

she couldn't bring herself to tell them of the little dream she had of one day going to earth with them—of seeing their world and visiting the place on her postcard. it was a little silly, she thought. she had so many responsibilities and who knows what could happen.

and she had been doing so much work with mc's help, gaining confidence and figuring out who she is and what she wanted to do. mc tries to lighten the mood by saying "hey, you did so well without me and now you've only gotten stronger. you'll probably keep getting better now that you won't have me following you around all the time." anisa bites her lip and nods with a forced smile.

didn't they realize she got better because of them?

she says "don't visit orlando without me, alright?" because maybe, if she's lucky, it'll mean they'll give her a chance to later.

felix

"...what?"

maybe he shouldn't have been so surprised. this was always the goal, after all. but somewhere along the way, with the days spent together and tears and battling death, it seemed like he forgot they weren't supposed to be there—be with him.

"i've been here for so long and i just...i miss home. i love it here, i love you but i'm not..." mc trails off as felix stares at them, quieter than they expected. "felix?"

he takes a deep breath and swallows, "no, you're right. it's about time that i fulfilled my promise to you."

he wonders if they can hear his heart tearing a little as his voice and smile waver. even as mc holds and reassures him, he can't stop himself from shaking a little, clutching onto the back of their shirt tighter than usual

"not even death could keep us apart, felix" they teasingly remind him. he wishes he could feel comforted, but at least death was something he was acquaintances with—something he could meet them in. another world that he had never seen was a different story.

he knew it was his fault they were in astraea. he knew that they'd want to go back to earth eventually, and he knew that they had every right to. but he didn't want to be alone again.

he had struggled with voicing how he felt before—the emotions were too overwhelming and romantic for how awkward he was. but he finds himself asking, pleading, "you'll come back soon, won't you?" because all he could remember were the years he spent alone the first time, and he thinks if it ever happened again...

"i will. i promise," mc murmurs. and maybe all felix can do is force himself not to think of the worst-case scenario. if only to stop the sickness he felt building in his stomach at the thought of him only being fictional again, when mc and their love was often the only thing that saved him. at the thought of him not mattering anymore.

sage

Well.

he was still recovering from the months he spent thinking they were gone for good. and when they showed up and he told them that he thinks they should have stayed there, he wasn't lying.

but they were back and he could smile, he felt safe again, like he deserved to be a little happy for once.

it's deathly silent until mc softly calls his name again

"i can use the astrolabe and visit again," they try to comfort him. the feelings he first felt when they came back to him all rush back. he thought of the disbelief, the relief, the confusion and anger. he knows what they meant, but it stung to hear as if he doesn't remember the difference in their time spent from each other the first time. he clenches his jaw, unable to make eye contact at first.

the urge to say "you can't leave me again" was faced with that tug on his chest, telling him he should let them go. it was for the best, really. it was dangerous here—he was dangerous. always was and always would be. and mc didn't deserve to have the same threat of death over their head. no, they deserved to be home, being a barista, seeing their family and friends, doing all the things that they couldn't do here with him.

so he does what he had always done best: rebuilding walls and suppressing...everything. it'd be better for him to be numb than let his emotions get in the way of everything he had to do, wouldn't it? he can almost feel all the "self-development" he went through unravelling when he thinks to himself that he was right the first time around

sage always tried to be happy for them. but he wishes he could stop the voices in his head that mocked him for thinking they truly meant to stay, that he was ever enough to stay for. and despite the guilt it brought along, he could never quite get rid of that feeling that called for them to come back—that feeling that missed his own home.

rime

rime's road to entering a relationship mc was a rocky one, to say the least. sometimes he still finds himself looking over, wondering if (when) they'll regret their decision and leave him.

anger, annoyance, grief, guilt. he knows them well—maybe too well at times. even (especially) at the person in front of him. the person he used to despise and attempt to kill. but when that same person says they finally want to leave he freezes, and the only thing that washes over him is a sort of cold numbness

rime almost laughs at himself for forgetting that mc wasn't like him—they had other people who loved and missed them. they had a life outside of the starsworn, of astraea, of him.

he can faintly hear them and feel them reach for his hands. their voice was soft as if they knew what they were doing was destroying him all over again

it wasn't fair. it wasn't and at the same time it was the only thing that made sense. it wasn't fair he was finally happy and it was being taken away. but god, what else could he expect with the crimes and sins he had behind him? maybe he really didn't deserve to be better, to be happy and with them.

he doesn't realize he seems to be speaking angrily, or notice the tears welling in his eyes. all he feels is the weight on his chest and the need to get rid of it.

he wishes mc didn't know him so well to realize it was because he was hurt and scared. he wishes they wouldn't whisper "i'm sorry" into his ear while he slowly wrapped his arms around them. "you'd never get rid of me that easily, dumbass," they reassure him. but he wishes they had just agreed they were doing it to escape him, that they never cared for him as much as they thought they did. it would have made it easier when they said goodbye

he watches them leave, steeling himself to walk away before he had to deal with everyone's glances his way. he knew it was coming eventually—the moment they'd leave him.

it was always only a matter of time, wasn't it?

#last legacy #last legacy felix #last legacy sage #last legacy anisa #last legacy rime #fictif anisa #fictif rime #fictif felix #fictif sage #fictif #🛒nia.reqs

[cocobeanncteez]

ATEEZ San: The Calm After The Storm. (Oneshot)

Genre: angst, fluff, mafia au.

Pairing: Mafia!San x Reader (fem)

Word count: 3.5k

Inspiration: Fifty Shades Freed

Warnings: profanities, alcohol, blood, guns, death, violence.

"What the fuck is this?!" you asked through gritted teeth, throwing the freshly printed photos at San's chest.

Your husband didn't have to look at them to know what you were talking about; his men had already reported to him that you watched the entire recording of him seducing his... target. 

"Babe—"

"No, San!" you yelled, cutting him off. "This is the fifth fucking time!"

"But the other one time wasn't about this."

"The other three, now four times were!" he was really getting on your nerves.

"Why are you overreacting?" he questioned with a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Y/N, you knew I had no choice."

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, trying to control your anger. "I understand that you had to seduce her. I know that it's your job," you tried to say calmly, but your voice was rising. "What I don't understand is why you let her slip her fucking hand into your pants after you got the damn information that you wanted!"

San visibly gulped; he didn't expect you to be this angry. He thought he was well prepared to face you after mentally forming the situation in his head. He knew you'd be pissed, but not to this extent.

"I pushed her away though," he mumbled, running a hand through his hair.

"Yeah, after like, five minutes," you retort. "And the worst part was that you were clearly enjoying yourself in those five minutes! Do you know her or something?"

San sighed deeply, ignoring the question. "Babe, look, I'm sorry," he apologized, not sure about what else he could say to calm you down. Your husband took your hand in his. "I won't do it again, I promise."

You immediately ripped your hand away from his, rolling your eyes. "That's what you always say, San." He took a deep breath; you were testing his patience and he didn't like people doing that.

"San," you start, "How would you feel if you saw a guy kissing me and I get carried away and let him touch me?"

That struck him. Hard. He would hate it, obviously. San wouldn't even hesitate to put a bullet through the man's head if he touched you in any way.

San's silence gave you the answer. "That's what I thought," you snorted.

"Y/N, I'm sorry," San apologized again. "But I still had to do it and you know that."

"Whatever," you mumbled and turned around, heading to your room; he still didn't understand just how much it hurt you. It was already worse enough that you had to witness him kiss and touch all those women. But witnessing San let another woman touch him in the place where only you're allowed to, not only pissed you off, but also hurt you deeply. As the seducer of the mafia gang, he was literally trained to not get carried away; his only job was to get whatever information was needed. San was a very, very skilled seducer and you knew that damn well. Although he did get carried away a few times, he never let his targets touch him. So you couldn't understand why he let that happen now. You texted Yunho (your bestfriend and San's close friend) to ask about that woman, knowing that he would never lie to you.

Your anger increased when Yunho replied: "Oh, she hooked up with San a couple of times back in high school." You snorted in annoyance; so he let her touch him just because he knew her?

Your thoughts were interrupted by your phone's notification going off. Your friends were planning to go clubbing tonight as it was a Saturday. You were going to decline, knowing that San wouldn't let you go if he wasn't with you, but you decided against it; you had a plan in mind and you knew it would work.

You ignored San the entire afternoon. He tried to talk to you but you didn't even spare him a glance. He sighed, leaving you alone to cool down.

-

"Where are you going?" San asked, looking at you from head to toe, while your four year old daughter, Minhee, played with some toy aeroplanes.

"Clubbing," you answered without looking at him.

"You're not going anywhere," San said through gritted teeth. "Especially not wearing that." You were wearing denim shorts and a black lace bralette that showed off your cleavage more than you'd usually prefer. You purposely chose this outfit, of course, and he knew that.

"You don't get to decide where I go and what I wear," you stated. You walked over to your daughter, placing a kiss on her head. "Minnie," you called her by her nickname. "Mommy will be back soon, okay?" you said to your little angel before walking out the door.

-

"Y/N! You finally came!" one of your friends yelled, already drunk. She takes your hand and drags you through the crowd of people to get to the bar on the other side. "Three tequila shots for my friend here!"

A while later, you noticed Wooyoung and Mingi at the entrance of the club; you knew San would end up here as soon as he asks Seonghwa or Hongjoong to look after your daughter for the night.

And you were right.

San entered the club, dressed in all black, looking fucking hot. You wanted to go up to him and ask him to fuck you till you see stars; however, you were still pissed and had a plan to execute.

You quickly downed your shots and pulled your friend to join your other friends who were dancing. You danced with them until one of your friends introduced you to some random guys. One of the guys, who you found really good looking, started to dance with you. You noticed San sitting on a barstool, watching everything. At that moment, the guy you were dancing with put his hands on your waist, pulling you close to him, making San nearly break the glass he was holding. Perfect. Your plan was working.

When you glanced at where San was seated, he wasn't there anymore. You glanced around, searching for him until you felt a hand wrap around your wrist, dragging you away.

San dragged you downstairs where there were private rooms especially for him and his gang members as they owned this club. He took you to the room belonging to him, locking the door behind him.

"What the fuck were you doing?! How could you let him even lay a finger on you?!" your husband snarled through gritted teeth.

You snorted. "All he did was put his hands on my waist. At least he didn't slip them into my pants and touch me."

San now understood exactly why you did that; you were giving him a taste of his own medicine.

You moved to sit on the sofa, your legs starting to hurt from dancing so much. San kneeled down in front of you, placing his hands on the bare skin of your thigh. "Babe, I'm sorry. I'm an asshole, I know. But please understand that chick meant nothing to me. I didn't even know her."

You pushed his hands away from you. "Don't lie to me."

"I'm not lying," he lied.

"You hooked up with her in high school," you deadpanned.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath. He just fucked up again. "Y/N, I didn't mean to—"

You stood up from the couch. "No, fuck you, I'm done with you and your fucking bullshit," you snarled angrily, cutting him off, before making your way back to your friends.

"They might take this route instead, we can't predict what they'll do," Jongho said while moving around the meeting room; he was in charge of today's meeting on some mafia gang who had tried to hack into your gang's system to get information on your international drug deals.

During the meeting, your daughter's nanny called you. You declined the call, sending her a text that you were in a meeting. She called again and you ignored it, thinking she wouldn't have seen your message. When she called for the third time, you excused yourself from the meeting.

"I'm in a meeting, Jina, what is—"

"Mrs. Choi," she sobbed. "T-They took Minnie..."

"What?! Who?!" you felt your stomach churn uneasily.

"I-I don't know," Jina cried, "They beat me up at the park till I passed out and t-took her away. They said they would c-contact you."

"Where are you?" you asked.

"At a nearby hospital," she said. "An old couple brought me here."

"I'll be there in five," you said and hung up. You were just about to enter the meeting room, but an unknown number called you. You picked up, assuming it was your daughter's kidnappers since you never got calls from unknown numbers.

"You have a beautiful daughter, Choi Y/N," the man said. "I bet she would look even better with a slit throat, yeah?"

"Who are you? What do you want?" you asked, voice laced with venom.

The man chuckled. "It's simple, your fucking gang has to pay for my loss."

"Just tell me what the fuck you want!"

"Fifteen billion won in cash," he said. "That's the amount I lost because of you motherfuckers. Now listen to me carefully if you don't want your precious child dead. You aren't going to tell anyone about this. Not a word to your boss, Kim Hongjoong. Not a word to your pathetic husband, Choi San. I have eyes watching you, so don't try to act smart. I know you're having a meeting right now about a gang who tried to hack into your system." your eyes widened; how the fuck does this guy know? "I'm giving you three hours," he continued. "If you don't get the money within that time, I'll kill your daughter. Anyway, you'll find a black van waiting for you outside the bank. Your time starts now, Mrs. Choi. Tick tock, tick tock," he chuckled before hanging up.

"Fuck!" you yelled, tears spilling from your eyes. You ran your hand through your hair, trying to calm down; you felt like breaking down but you had to stay strong for your daughter. You wiped your tears before making your way back to the meeting room.

"I'm sorry, I'm feeling quite unwell," you mumbled, quickly collecting your stuff. "Please continue without me."

"Y/N, should I take you home?" San asked; you both still haven't made up from the fight you had a week ago. He tried to talk to you a few days ago, but it resulted in a bigger fight.

"No!" you half-yelled in frustration, startling some of the people in the room. "I'm fine," you said in a softer tone. You quickly left before San could follow you.

-

"Ah, Mrs. Choi, how can I help you?" the bank manager asked, taking a seat across you.

"I need fifteen billion won in cash," you stated, stunning the manager.

"Ma'am, that is a very large amount so cash isn't the best—"

"I need it in cash. It's really urgent," you said in an annoyed tone.

He gulped and nodded. "Please give me your national ID card."

You handed it to him, fiddling with your fingers while he entered your details into the computer system.

"You have a joint account with your husband, Choi San, correct?"

"Yes."

"Ma'am, we will need Mr. Choi's confirmation as he is the primary account holder."

You mentally cursed. "That won't be necessary," you stated, trying to control your anger.

The manager sighed. "All right, please give me a moment," he said before leaving the room.

You groaned in frustration, putting your head in your heads. You couldn't imagine what your little daughter was going through; you knew she would be scared to death. Your phone rang, interrupting your thoughts.

You declined the call when you saw it was your husband. When he called again, you had no choice but to pick it up, knowing he would keep calling you. "Hello?"

"Y/N, what are you doing? Why are you making such a huge transaction?" San questioned. You mentally cursed the bank manager for contacting San. "Y/N, answer me! What's wrong?" You just kept quiet, knowing you'd break down if you opened your mouth. You heard San take a deep breath. "Are you leaving me or something? Is this about the fights we've been having? I'm sorry about that, I know it was my fault and I don't deserve you, but please, let's talk about this," he begged, making your tears spill from your eyes. "Y/N, say something, please. Tell me what's wrong."

"I can't," you whispered, choking on a sob.

"Baby, please," he begged. "Don't leave me. Please, I'm begging you."

"I'm sorry, San."

There was silence on his end before he sighed. "Okay, take all the money you want," he said and hung up.

A moment later, the manager came into the room. "Ma'am, Mr. Choi has given his permission for the transaction. The procedure for huge cash transactions are of course different, so I need you sign a few papers and write a cheque. It'll take a little over half an hour to get the money in cash."

-

As soon as you got the cash, you called your daughter's kidnappers. "I assume you've got the money?"

"Yeah," you replied.

"Good. You'll see a black van from across the entrance of the bank," he said and hung up.

You quickly made your way outside, easily spotting the van. You crossed the street and got into the van.

You couldn't recognize the driver and the other man in the passenger seat. Your daughter wasn't even here.

"Good job, Mrs. Choi," the man in the passenger seat said with a smirk; you recognized him as the guy on the call.

"Where's my child?"

"Relax," he grinned. "We're going to her right now." He glanced at the driver who nodded and started driving.

"Ah, give me your phone," the man said. "We don't need your husband tracking us." You hesitantly gave it and he switched it off.

After what felt like hours, you reached an old building. As soon as you got outside the car, you spotted your daughter tied to a wall, unconscious with a bleeding head.

"Minhee!" you yelled, running to her.

Before you could untie her, you felt an arm go around your neck, choking you. Even though you were trained to fight, you weren't the best at it. Nevertheless, you tried to free yourself. You kicked the man in the shin, making his grip around you loosen. You took that opportunity to bite his hand before turning around, punching him in the face. You kept punching him until two other men grabbed you. You managed to get one of them injured by repeatedly kicking his private area, but the other guy one was too strong. He easily picked you and threw you onto the concrete floor, making you bang your head and knee. You groaned in pain, feeling a warm liquid running down your face. You pushed yourself to get up despite the excruciating pain you felt. His gun was pointed at you while he smiled. "Have a great time in hell, Choi Y/N."

Suddenly, a gunshot was heard and the man dropped his gun, clenching his hand in pain. A few more gunshots were fired at him, instantly killing him.

"Y/N!" you heard San scream. He picked you up in his arms bridal style, and you got a glimpse of his teary eyes.

"Min-Minhee," you murmured, struggling to keep your eyes open.

"Seonghwa's got her" was the last thing you heard before everything went black.

You slowly opened your ears, squinting due to the bright light. When your eyes adjusted, you realized you were in Yeosang's mini hospital at your gang's mansion. You turned your head to the side, spotting your husband reading some documents.

"San," you murmured, but it wasn't loud enough. "San," you raised your voice a little, coughing due to your extremely dry throat.

San immediately turned to you, eyes widening. "Y/N!" He quickly poured you a glass of orange juice since that was the first thing he saw. He helped you drink the juice, feeling so relieved to see you finally awake.

"How are you feeling, my love?" he asked, taking your hand in his.

"Where's Minhee?" you asked, panick clear in your eyes.

"Minnie is playing with Jongho and Yunho," San said, making you sigh in relief that your daughter was alive. "She's doing well. She got a few stitches, but it's healing quickly. Our daughter is very brave."

Your eyes teared up. "I'm sorry I couldn't tell you about—"

"Shh, don't," he cupped your cheek. "I understand why you did what you did, babe. I would've done that too. Anyway, we wiped out that entire gang and got the money back."

"What happened? How did you find me?"

"We killed all the four men and the other three who were hiding. One of them ran away to Japan, but Wooyoung and Mingi went there and killed him," San explained before getting a little nervous. "And um, don't be mad, but I put a tracker on your necklace."

You narrowed your eyes at him. "Hey, see, it proved to be helpful!" he said, putting his hands up defensively.

Before you could reply, San placed his hand over your mouth. He took a deep breath while a wide smile spread on his face. "I also have some good news."

"What's the news?" you asked, voice muffled due to San's hand on your mouth. He opened his mouth to reply, but the door burst open, revealing your daughter.

"Mommy!" she squealed, running to your bed, trying to get onto the bed that was too high for her.

San picked his daughter up, placing her beside you. "Be careful, angel. Mommy is still recovering." The little girl nodded at her father before looking at you.

"How you feel, mommy?" she asked.

"Much better, now that you're here," you replied, tickling her chin. Your daughter giggled, moving away from you. She placed her little hands on your stomach.

"Come out fast so that we can play!"

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion before you glanced at San. "About that..." he chuckled, taking your hand in his. "We're having another baby. You're pregnant."

"W-What?" you gasped in shock. You and San had been trying to get another child for quite sometime now.

"Yeah," he giggled, kissing the back of your hand. "You're almost a month long and the baby is perfectly fine."

Happy tears streamed down your face while your hands moved to your stomach. San kissed your head before pulling away a little. "I know I've been getting on your nerves a lot, but thank you for blessing me with Minhee and now another baby," he mumbled. "I love you so much, my beautiful wife." He crashed his lips onto yours. You kissed him back, smiling into the kiss.

"Eww!" your daughter squealed in disgust. "I'm going to tell uncle Jongho that you're kissing!"

San pulled away with a giggle before lifting his daughter into his arms, placing kisses all over her face while she squirmed around, laughing loudly.

You lovingly watched the two of them with a large smile on your face, and you couldn't wait for the future when your new baby would arrive, adding more happiness to your and your family's lives.

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez reactions #ateez angst #ateez fluff #ateez mafia au #mafia ateez #ateez san #ateez choi san #san #choi san #ateez x reader #ateez fanfiction #san x reader #choi san imagines #Hongjoong #Seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #mingi #wooyoung #jongho #mafia san #choi san fanfic #park Seonghwa #jeong yunho #kang yeosang #jung wooyoung #choi jongho

[organic-guacamole]

I've got a lot of thoughts on this finale.

starting with the length.

27 minutes? really?

I'm not asking for a 2 hour episode but cmon, at least give us something closer to 40 minutes.

next, the characters

the characters just didn't feel like themselves, especially portwell.

all season long we saw how much potential they had, how well communicated they were, how good they were at being a proper, healthy couple, and now they just can't talk to each other?

it doesn't feel like them.

portwell had arguably the best set up of all the other ships, they showed us how good they had the potential to be only to throw in a cheap plot to wrap it up? I would understand that they want some angst to make the ending all the more satisfying, but this was pathetic.

there I said it.

of all the ways to add drama in a ship, don't use the one that completely contradicts their entire development.

paired with the length of the episode, it seemed even more poorly written.

here I made a lovely, handy dandy homemade graph to represent how I see portwell's storyline:

as i said before, we saw the build up being nearly perfect. they peaked during episodes 9-11 because they just had the chemistry, the communication, and the most potential to be the endgame couple.

they just got eachother.

then we get Jamie popping in for 10 seconds and erasing a lot of that, only for mediator Ashlyn to jump in and solve their problems.

then there's the "kiss".

I know that Sofia is underage and that even if she/her legal guardians consent to the kiss, the writers can still decide not to show it, but still. In my opinion, if you're not going to show the kiss, then don't bother.

there are other ways to establish a relationship that would work better in this situation. Of course if they get together they'll have to kiss sometime, but one way they could postpone it is by having Gina be a bit more reluctant to give away her first kiss like that. it could also show how accomodating EJ is.

I like to think that Gina is very meticulous when making decisions so she'll probably want to be very sure of the relationship before giving him her first kiss. perhaps she'd stick to cheek kisses until she's ready, and then she kisses him and he's surprised.

that would've been, in my opinion, a sufficient way to hold off the kiss while still wrapping up portwell until season 3 when Sofia would be 18 (assuming they get picked up for S3 this summer then start filming fall-winter. Sofia will be 18 in January).

as my friend @rtcosley (idk why it's not letting me tag them, so their page is linked) said,

"They created like 10 plots

And instead of wrapping it up

They added 4 more"

there's just so much more they could've done...it's the season finale for crying out loud.

I get that seblos already had (what I assume is) their storyline for the season, the fight and resolution. Ignoring the fact that that only lasted for 2 episodes and didn't have anything to do with what we were expecting, (i.e.the financial differences between their families, as mentioned in episode 1, the fact that everyone treats seb like he's stupid, this being carlos' first show and the drama that the stress of that caused, etc.), seblos had to purpose this episode than to stand next to eachother and be gay.

I get that they're not part of the core four or anything, but the poster for season 2 has all of them, as opposed to season 1 just being the core four.

They deserved better, just like redlyn and kowie.

redlyn's arc was pretty early in the season compared to the other ships. they had Ashlyn confessing her insecurities in episode 3, antoine stirring the pot of confusion and causing a bit of distance between them briefly, and then big red confessing his goals and plans for the future in episode 8 and for the rest of it, we just see them getting closer and more comfortable with each other and caring about each other more and more.

they had a good arc together.

but that's just it. I wanted to see them have their own arcs. but then again, this show can't seem to balance multiple storylines. I think it is possible, but not when they keep adding new characters that don't contribute anything much to the story(more on that later).

kowie's storyline is... confusing.

I really like their dynamic, how carefree and happy Kourtney gets around him, how she's remaining true to herself and managing a million and one things, plus a relationship in her own without losing herself to it all.

but the main issue I have is that the entire development was never shown.

we went from strangers, to coworkers, to friends that flirt, to lovers that text constantly and went on numerous dates (and Howie met her mother at some point). but all of that, was off screen.

it's like the writers made every episode with them in it kind of thrown in at a new stage of relationship progression and said "here, accept this, no questions asked because we don't have answers"

I just wish we could've seen more of howie trying to get in her good side again after episode 7 because it seems like that's when a lot of it happened.

I appreciate the Rini scene in this episode, seems to be the very end of them, for good this time.

i'm happy about that.

Ricky especially deserves to be free for a while to focus on his development, and Nini has the chance now to really shine through her talents and make a name for herself.

The Rini storyline is the only one I'm fully satisfied with.

now, that being said;

what the heck are they trying to pull with Lily and Ricky rn???

just like that.

after lily being the villain this whole season, they're just gonna not redeem her and then have her confess her feelings to Ricky, a guy she barely knows and only talked to to harass and intimidate, and for him to reject her publicly then call her afterwards?

please I hope it's just to say "you dropped something, here it is and never contact me again, thanks." /hj

speaking of the villains, this season was promoted as the season of rivalry between North and East High right? so why did that plot idea only progress in about 3 out if 12 episodes?

we got Zackey Roy in there for a few episodes then he disappeared, Lily just caused Gina to stay true to her friends in episode 2 and 7 and then basically did nothing else?

this is what I mean by the new characters providing nothing to the show.

the writers can't manage having so many characters and plots at once so they start so many promising arcs, only to kick them aside later on.

we already know that the first half of the season felt like filler episodes, so I think they could've cut those down to leave room for the more important plots to take root, rather than have them pop up and get rushed at the end of the season.

all that, and they just add 4 more plots at the end of the season.

this post sounds very negative looking back...but if I'm being honest with myself, I'm just very very disappointed.

I love this show so much and I really expected better for the season finale, especially if they don't know if it's getting renewed or not.

given the IMDB ratings of this episode so far, I don't have very high expectations for the renewal, but I'm still hopeful because this show is a great thing, one of the best things that happened to me over the course of this quarantine. I've become so attached to this show, the cast and the friends I made through it, that I don't know what I would do if it just ends like this. writing these reviews and posts about this season has been so fun for me to do and thinking that this may be the very last one is a painful thought.

I'm sorry if you were expecting this post to be as light-hearted as my other posts about the episodes, I just had a lot to say about this episode in particular.

all my episode posts are tagged with "#guac's episode text blocks :)" in case you wanna read through and reminisce the simpler times🥲

#it got kinda cheesy at the end there oops #i love this fandom so much #i cant imagine if we dont get s3 #hsmtmts #hsmtmts s2 #hsmtmts season 2 #hsmtmts season 2 finale #hsmtmts spoilers #guac's episode text blocks :)

[gotreactions]

Got7 Reaction: Their Actress/Actor S/O Has to Film a Sex Scene

Warnings; light NSFW, Fluff, maybe slight angst depending on how you view things but I don't wanna get yelled at so I'm putting it in 'warnings' anyways!

Backstory: You're an actress/actor staring in a new movie/tv series and your next scene is a sex scene that will be fairly visual and detailed

Jaebeom:

He knows acting is your job, so he would try to be supportive and understanding even though he felt extremely jealous under the surface. He would ask to read the scrip just to see HOW visual the scene would be. Upon realising how long the scene would be lasting he felt his skin heat up, he doesn't like the thought of anyone else seeing you in a way that only he should.

After reading the script he would sit down on the sofa and call you out so he could discuss this with you. He would pull you in his lap and hug you from behind, pulling you closer so your back was against his chest and he could easily whisper in your ear, asking a billion questions quite seductively oddly enough. "Are you excited to film this scene? Wanna have sex with another man on camera?" Questions along those lines as he spread your legs open even as you insisted you wouldn't actually be having sex with him and telling JB that if he really wasn't okay with this you would talk to the director and see if there was a way out of it. Your reassurance made him feel better, and deep down he knows that no-one could satisfy you like he does. That doesn't mean he won't use this to his advantage however. He would have enough of your blabbering and he'd tell you to get up and strip for him, smacking your ass as soon as you stood up. He would lean back and enjoy his little show that would lead to a long night for you two.

The next morning you wake up in his arms, covered from neck to toe in hickeys and love bites. Jaebeom would rub your waist as he spoons you from behind and kisses along your shoulders before speaking up about how he feels finally.

"I'm happy for you getting a big role and I understand apart of your job may mean doing jobs like this sometimes. If you want to do the scene, go for it. I support you fully my love. If you don't want to film the scene and if you feel uncomfortable with it, I'll go down there myself and talk to the director so you won't take the heat for it alright?"

In the end he would leave it up to you. However if you do choose to film the scene, he would get kinda cocky to a degree. Asking things such as, 'I wonder if they'll leave the hickeys showing. I hope they do so everyone can see just how much daddy pleasures you.' And every day up until the filming of the scene would be full of these cocky retorts and him kissing all over your body cause he still feels a little jealous.

Mark:

The two of you were sitting together watching a movie and cuddling when you randomly brought the scene up. At first Mark would scrunch his brows together and slowly turn his head away from the tv, moving it to look down at you instead. He would ask what you said, while looking half between the movie half between you. When you would repeat yourself 'I'm filming a sex scene for work next week' he would nod a bit before grabbing the remote and pausing the movie. He'd move around on the sofa/bed a bit to get more comfortable before facing you and asking all about it. 'How long have you known? What's the context of the scene? Are you excited?' He would want to hear everything about it while he processes all of this. In the end he would put on his normal happy smile and rub your waist. "I'm happy for you." Would slip out of his mouth before he kissed you and pulled you to lay against his chest. He'd suggest getting back to your movie that y'all had been watching, pressing play.

The rest of the night all he could invision was you naked, covered with only a white sheet and a random guy on top of you. He felt uncomfortable and protective as he rubbed your back while he finished watching the movie with you.

When you guys went to bed that night, Mark felt to weird to hold you in his sleep. Though he will admit he didn't even sleep that night. Images of you with another guy, even if just for a movie, seemed too weird and wrong to him. You should be with him and him only. His mind ended up wandering and he starting to get a little insecure wondering if you would enjoy your fake sex scene on camera with a guy you barely know outside of work more than real sex with Mark whom you've been with for ages now. He felt weirdest about himself, cause he isn't normally the super insecure jealous type but right now he wants to punch the guy in the face and fuck you himself - and he doesn't even know the guy.

A few days before you had to film the scene, you would confront Mark on his weird behavior - him not holding you in your sleep, how he's spent more time at the studio and coming home later, how he doesn't talk to you as much. He would be open and admit he feels weird and overly jealous about thinking of you with another - even if it is purely an on camera for a movie thing. You would laugh a little and reassure him that nothing would actually happen with you and this guy and how even in the scene, you guys wouldn't actually be touching. You told him you would be wearing clothes under the sheets and that if Mark wanted he could come to the set, meet the guy, and watch the scene as you film. You promised him if he showed up to the set, you would stare in his (Marks) eyes the entire time you were filming so he would know for sure he's the only one for you.

Mark felt better after opening up to you about his worries and jealousy. After you talked him through everything he would scoop you up in his arms and carry you to bed bridal style, kissing you gently yet passionately. All night he would whisper 'I love you's in your ear while you make love and feel all of his love, reassuring him of your love in an intimate way.

Jackson:

Anger, jealousy, immaturity. It would start off with innocent discusing back and worth, him getting jealous and asking why you would want to do that kind of scene and you wanting to be independent and to be able to film this cause you really enjoy being in this show/movie plus 'its not that racey' so 'whats the big problem?'

Eventually Jackson would get up and start walking off as you continue talking to him, trying to explain what's going on to him. Trying to tell him about the scene and movie. He would throw his hands up in defensive shouting a 'I don't wanna hear it, go do whatever you want!' As he storms off, leaving the house and slamming the door on his way out. At first you would chase after him, feeling slightly bad but he would ignore you as you climbed in his car and drove off.

You must have shouted his name 100 times, called his phone a dozen and a half more. He was ignoring you and acting childish so you gave up. You went inside, watched some tv/read a book. Cooked, ate, did the dishes. You watched the clock tick and called his phone every 10-20 minutes feeling so annoyed and worried. It was around 2am that he finally came home. He smelt of alcohol as he walked right past you, both of you silent as he went to the bathroom.

Knowing what to do by now you went to the kitchen to make him some tea and a light snack in attempt to sober him up before bed but he never came back out that night, not like he usually would.

The next morning as you were making breakfast you felt a set of arms wrap around you as Jackson whispered "I'm sorry" over and over again, hiding his face in your neck and squeezing you like a teddy bear. You would be stern and tell him you're still filming that scene. Jackson would be more understanding this time around after talking to his friends about it the night before, he realises he has to trust you and that he really does trust you. You guys would sit down to eat that morning and this time as you told Jackson about the scene, he listened to you and you were able to have a mature and civilized discussion.

Jinyoung:

He was very understanding and happy for you. He knows how much you love acting and how much you like your job. Knowing you inside and out he would know that if you didn't want to do this scene, you'd say something at least to him. Meaning, this scene isn't something he needs to worry about if you feel comfortable with it. There is no-one in the world JR trusts more than you. He loves you, values your relationship, and he's confident in you two. Confident in your sex life that nothing is lacking. Confident in your romance and your love that nobody could split you guys apart - especially not a coworker of yours on a single movie.

He would offer to help you run lines, he'd be bluntly honest on if your moans seemed too fake and he would help you perfect them. Using a teddy bear and pulling out his camera he would help you place your hands in the most flattering way on camera to make you look the best, so you would know where to place your hands on the guy/girl in the scene. Overall, he'd be very supportive.

However, he would also joke and tease a lot. 'i wonder if I should go to the studio and teach (act. name) how to pleasure you.' He loves teasing you about this. Even after the movie comes out, he will comment about everything to do with that scene and openly tell you your hands look better on his back (JR's). He would tell you you sound better gasping and moaning in his ear compared to on camera and he would do everything in his power to turn you red and get you squirming in your seat beside him.

Youngjae:

He wasn't really jealous, but he wasn't exactly the biggest ray of sunshine either. In the back of his mind he couldn't figure out how this kind of scene fit into the kind of movie you were filming. He also had a few inner questions about if this would be a reoccurring thing or not. Like, if there's going to be a sequel would you have to film another one of these scenes? Really, he was just trying to wrap his head around all of this.

After a day or two he would be more relaxed and totally let it go, acting as if this was just like any other scene you've ever filmed. He would continue askikg about work, how your day was. He would take you dates like usual, may be even more dates just to give you extra proof on how much he loves you for just in case whatever reason. Every day/night leading up til the filming date he would take you out on a date and continue being himself.

Once the movie was released, you guys went to the showing together and he got to meet the cast and crew which was exciting and nerve wracking to him - he definetely clung to you all night at the event. By the end of the evening, once he met the actor whom you filmed with, he felt much better and more relieved - even though he didn't realise he was stressing about this to begin with. When he saw how you looked at him compared to this actor, he knew there was nothing going on between you and any other man (or woman). Your love was all his and it made him feel confident and really happy inside. In the end, the scene meant nothing to him but a career success and boost for you.

BamBam:

Three words: Rough jealousy sex.

He was so jealous! Yes, he's met this actor before as y'all have filmed together before. No, there was never a spark between you two nor will there ever be one. To say your fellow actor was a friend would be a bit much - you work together and that's it. This scene honestly means nothing but a new experience to you. But BamBam? Oof!

He felt insecure thinking of you with another person in bed. He felt so gross at the fake scene that hasn't even happened yet that he doesn't even wanna be with you in a bed. He felt so jealous of a guy who can't even compare to him that he felt jealousy and few tears of confusion and shock swell up inside him. The night you told him about the scene, he would make a lot of jokes asking if you were alright filming a sex scene with a shrimp. Making jokes on how he is 'big' BamBam who can give you better bam bam than anyone. He would laugh a lot and hug you tight, ruffling up your hair and teasing you in general.

As the filming date got closer however, BamBam wasn't able to hold in his jealpusy anymore. He ended up snapping one night. Yelling, crying a bit, shoved some glass vases off the dresser into the floor. He begged you for reassurance asking if he's able to pleasure you or if your reactions in bed with him were all acting skills if yours. (He knew they were real reactions but he just needed you to tell him and to prove it to him.) As you cried a bit and broke down in honesty about how much you love him Bambam would push you against a wall and kiss you with more passion than ever before. Tonight has something to prove to you and to himself. He would 'bam bam' bang you against every iteam of furniture in your apartment aside from the bed that he felt to disgusted to go near at that moment in time. You had so many orgasms that night you spent the next 24 hours recuperating and relaxing as you and BamBam cuddled and lazed around in bed together.

After this, after seeing how you shake in pleasure beneath him and after feeling your body heat against his BamBam didn't feel as jealous though he was ready for the scene to just happen and get done with so he could stop thinking about it and so he could forget it ever happened.

Yugyeom:

Well, he definetely pouted a bit at first. Contemplated everything leading up to this moment. Replayed images of all your moments throughout the years. He felt like he should be more jealous than he actually was but for some reason he felt nothing? I mean previously when you'd tell him about a job such as getting to ride a horse across a beach or having a sword fighting scene he would feel really excited and kind of wish it was him instead. When you would tell him about all the animals and kids you get to work with, his heart would swell up feeling happy that so many people get to see your beautiful smile every day. But when you told him about this actor, about this scene? He felt nothing. Not jealousy nor happiness. He felt empty and no reaction. It was like, he doesn't love this gig but he loves you so they weight each other out.

As to try and feel something he would discuss it with you more, ask about it every day, talk work with you every chance he got. He asked his Hyungs if how he was feeling was normal or not but he was never able to come to a solid conclusion.

He was supportive, but at the same time he just wanted to spend time with you. After asking and hearing about your work that day for5-10 minutes nightly he would spend the next 3-4 hours just holding you, playing games, talking, giving you his undivided attention and not thinking about this other person whom you'd be filming with. As a matter of fact, in these moments, you aren't even an actress to him. You're his Queen/King and that's it.

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I promise, last set of questions for the Punching Bag, if it's alright with you please ignore this if it's too much, oh and please rest up since I've been continuously asking you this, I'm sorry and thank you! :3

If Kid did found out before they broke up, what do you think he'll do?

Killer is a smart fellow, didn't he realize what his ex s/o does to him is wrong?

If that topic wasn't known to the crew and his ex s/o was still in the ship when reader finally arrived and get together with him, what do you think will happen?

How did the break up go with ex s/o? More shouting and punching and blaming Killer??

When reader finally confronted Killer about his past in your fic, did it finally dawn on Killer that 'Yeah.. that was more messed up than whatever Kid throws up in the toilet..'?

What mindset was in Killer's mind when he was with his ex is it a) they're weaker than I am so I should just let them hit me or b) I deserve it, it's my fault or c) if I don't let them hit me they'll think I don't love them and they'll break up with me

Thank you again! 💖💖 And I hope Killer's abusive ex trip down and scrape their knee :3

Hi again! I don’t mind it! In fact, you can message me privately to talk more if you want. These answers got pretty long so bear with me! As always, Potentially triggering stuff goes under the cut. If you’re not into angst, please scroll on by, I promise I won’t be upset if you don’t read this.

It broke my heart writing these because I love Killer so much... I’m so sorry bby!!

TW: Domestic abuse, mental/emotional abuse, angst, be prepared to be so sad for Killer

If Kid did found out before they broke up, what do you think he'll do?

Like I said, mans snaps. He would want to murder Killer’s s/o, and he would need a lot of convincing in order to not immediately resort to violence. If he manages to be calmed down, it would be because Heat and Wire are there and volunteer to help because they care about Killer too. Kid doesn’t deal with feelings well, so he would need some help in figuring out how to approach the situation with Killer. Likely, Heat and Wire would be assigned to have a sort of intervention with Killer to talk about what’s been going on and help him. Kid would definitely corner Killer’s abusive s/o and say “I know what you did to Killer. Get the hell off my ship and never return, or I’ll make you wish you were never born.”

Killer is a smart fellow, didn't he realize what his ex s/o does to him is wrong?

A person’s intelligence has nothing to do with it. I can’t stress that enough. Abusive relationships don’t start with violence, and abusers don’t walk around with neon signs over their heads to let people know they’re an asshole. Abusive relationships start like any relationship, and slowly become abusive over time. It can be hard for anyone to recognise early warning signs, no matter how smart they are. 

Abuse doesn’t start out as physical, it starts as mental/emotional and slowly morphs into something physical. Killer has a lot of insecurities and probably wouldn’t think he’s worthy of his s/o’s love in the first place, so it’s not a far reach to twist that self-loathing into a cage that traps him in an abusive situation. I also think that Killer, who didn’t have a loving childhood, is someone who desperately craves love and affection, even if it’s a crumb. So by the time Killer was first hit by his ex, he probably thought he was so lucky to be “loved” that it was easy to forgive a singular outburst of anger. Then it became a pattern, and he got used to it. He’d do anything for his s/o, for their “love”, so what’s a couple bruises? He’s a big, tough guy. He can take it. (my god, this is breaking my heart… ;-; my sweet pasta boy, ily bby)

If that topic wasn't known to the crew and his ex s/o was still in the ship when reader finally arrived and get together with him, what do you think will happen?

I honestly don’t think his ex would stay with the crew after they break up because that’s a death sentence. If Killer tells anyone what happened, the whole crew will be out for blood and Killer’s ex would be lucky to die quickly. Like, not even divine intervention could save their ass from the wrath of the Kid Pirates. Plus, being Killer’s ex on the Victoria Punk is the definition of a hostile work environment. Killer would be crushed after the breakup, even if he initiated it, and that turns his ex into Eustass Kid’s number one enemy. He would make their life a living hell even if he didn’t know the full extent of what happened. 

How did the break up go with ex s/o? More shouting and punching and blaming Killer??

If Killer initiated the breakup, it would be because his self-loathing took hold and convinced him that his ex deserved better than him. He would push them away even though it broke his heart to do it. This would definitely get Kid’s attention, and he’d want to know what was going on. Kid would definitely confront the ex about it, like “What did you do to him? What did you say? I’ve never heard him talk so badly about himself, how dare you do this to him!” If the ex just decides to leave, Kid won’t waste any energy on the ex and will try to help Killer (with Heat and Wire’s help, of course). And if the truth comes out… it’s murder time. 

If the s/o initiated the breakup, I think it would be because they are interested in someone else or got tired of traveling with the Kid Pirates. They’re not a good person, so they’d probably just pack up and leave, not saying goodbye but leaving a breakup letter for Killer. This would shatter the man. He always felt like he was never good enough for them, and now this was proof. Thank goodness he has his crewmates to help him through it, because he needs it.

When reader finally confronted Killer about his past in your fic, did it finally dawn on Killer that 'Yeah.. that was more messed up than whatever Kid throws up in the toilet..'?

I think Killer knows that his ex was shit, but didn’t really realize they were abusive until after the interaction in “Punching Bag”. At first he doesn’t understand why he was so emotionally compromised after the reader told him that they would never hit him. He’s overwhelmed and confused as painful memories flood back to him, and he needs some time to sort through things before he can talk about it. Eventually I think he would have a breakdown where he confesses what happened in his last relationship because he realizes now how badly he was treated by his ex, and it hurts him so much because they took advantage of his trust and love. He convinced himself that things weren’t as bad as they seemed to try to cope, but he can see things clearly now that he’s in a good relationship. There will be a lot of long nights where he needs comfort as the healing process begins. He needs reassurance that you don’t think any less of him for what he went through, reassurance that he didn’t deserve to be treated that way, and that you really meant it when you said you’d never hurt him. Lots of cuddles, gentle kisses on his forehead, and combing your fingers through his hair to calm him down when things get really hard for him.

What mindset was in Killer's mind when he was with his ex is it a) they're weaker than I am so I should just let them hit me or b) I deserve it, it's my fault or c) if I don't let them hit me they'll think I don't love them and they'll break up with me

Ah, this will truly break my heart. It’s a little bit of all three, and some extra sadness. He’s strong, so he thought he could take anything his ex dished out. He also would blame himself for whatever made his ex angry because he already feels unworthy of their “love”. Additionally, he felt that no one but his ex could ever love him and was so afraid that they’d leave him that he put up with pretty much anything.

Here’s an example of poor Killer’s thought process during that dark time: “It’s not a big deal, just a black eye. I wouldn’t be a pirate if I couldn’t take a couple hits. They just get angry sometimes, but that’s because they care. If they didn’t care, they wouldn’t get so upset that I’m such a fuck-up. God, I’m such a fuck-up, why do they even love me? I can’t even show people my face because I’m a freak, and they love me anyway. What’s wrong with me? Why do I always test their patience like this? I’ll do anything to make it up to them. I’ll be their punching bag, I don’t care. I can take it. I deserve it anyway.”

And now I’m going to cry about this headcanon all day, my sweet pasta boy...

#smile talks #tw abuse mention #tw domestic abuse #tw domestic violence #tw emotional abuse #angst #;-; i hurt my sweet pasta boy

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pairing: saw paing yoroizuka x reader

fandom: kengan ashura

genre: fluff, angst (if you squint); lovers!AU, jealous!saw paing, possessive!saw paing

tags/warnings: swearing, saw paing just wants love lol

word count: 1.1k

synopsis: saw paing’s a pretty nice guy, but when he sees you talking to other men instead of watching his match, he can’t help but act a little jealous...

Saw Paing was ready for his match. He'd trained harder than he ever had before, and with you by his side, he knew he was unstoppable.

At least, that's how he felt until he looked for you in the stands for confidence. Instead of keeping your eyes trained on him, they were roaming the men who'd surrounded you.

"You know, we should go out on a date one day! I promise I'd make it worth your time!" One of the men smiled at you, and you could tell that his intentions were pure, but you really weren't interested.

"I'm sorry, you seem like a fun guy, but I'm taken—" Another one quipped in.

"I'm sure I could take on your boyfriend in a fight."

"Yeah! I don't mean to brag, Sweetheart," The last of the three men began to speak, backing up his friend. "But Shoyo over here almost made it into the Kengan Tournament!"

"Tobio! You weren't suppose to tell anyone about that! I lost during the preliminaries, remember!"

"Psh, as soon as a girl learns that they'll be head over heals for you, Shoyo! Isn't that right, sweetheart?" You looked at the dynamic duo. It was clear this 'Tobio' character was just trying to set up his friend.

"Well..."

"My love for you could conquer even the toughest opponents, Miss!" Smiling, you let yourself indulge on their kind words. After all, it wasn't every day you received such praise, especially not when Saw Paing was there to scare anyone within a 2-mile radius away, female or male.

"That's very kind of you, Shoyo-San!" The two men blushed at your words before composing themselves once again. "But let's watch the match, okay?"

"We'd rather spend this time talking to you!"

Great...

"Please don't tell me you're wearing that!" Saw Paing spoke to you as he ran a hand through his soaking hair, only a towel wrapped around his waist. Your eyebrows shot up. You knew you looked good in the body-con dress you'd bought for a special occasion, and because Saw Paing was usually busy, this was your first chance to wear it.

"Excuse me? I can wear whatever I want, Saw Paing." His eyes glazed over your form, almost mesmerized, before his pale brown eyes met your own.

"Wait, no, that isn't what I meant... It's just, that dress looks SO FREAKING GOOD—"

"Stop screaming." You cringed at the sound of his voice being right in your ear. "I'm standing two feet away, babe."

"So freaking good on you!" He brought his voice down as soon as you'd pointed it out. "What's the occasion? We going out?"

"Actually, some new friends of mine asked if I wanted to go down to the hotel bar and grab a few drinks! Wanna come?"

"(Y/N)! Are these the boys you were talking to during my match? Can't you see that they're into you! They were all up in your face during my match today! YOU'RE MINE!" He clung onto you like he was a child, even shedding a few tears for emphasis, but you laughed at his antics.

"You're being ridiculous, Saw Paing, now, I have to get going. Feel free to join us!"

"Hmph." He let out a sound of protest as he stomped over to your shared bed. "Maybe I will."

"Good." You were use to his childishness at that point, so you made no move to comfort him. "I'll see you later, Saw."

"And then, she threw up all over me! It was insane!" The four of you laughed as the bartender brought over another round of drinks. "(Y/N), you had to be there, honestly."

As you were smiling, having an enjoyable time with your new friends, Saw Paing was sat a few bar stools down grumbling to himself, leaning on one hand and using the other to play with the rim of his whiskey glass.

"She'd rather hang with them than me...I'm so much better than those weaklings... None of them even have an unbreakable skull like I do..." He was annoyed, fine, but he knew that you were loyal, and although he didn't trust those weak-headed men you were with, he didn't want to control you.

Until that smug-looking dick put his hands on you.

"HEY, BABY!" Saw Paing waltzed over, putting a muscular arm around your shoulder. "I didn't even see you had company! They're just so... small!"

The boys looked up at him in fear, almost shaking at the sight of his enormous frame.

Saw Paing Yoroizuka! Th-The Howling Fighting Spirit is her boyfriend?

"I—" Deadpanning, looking at him with a questionable look on your face. "I told you when I left, Saw Paing. Were you paying attention?" He scratched the back of his head.

"I guess I was just too focused on how cute you look in that dress!" He pulled you impossibly closer, kissing your temple while glaring at the men in front of you. "Now that I'm here, you don't need these guys!"

"What? Why don't we just hang out together—"

"Nope! Have fun!" Almost whimpering, the men you'd met looked like kicked puppies as they ran towards the door, tails between their legs and all.

Looking up to meet his eyes, you saw the terrifying look your boyfriend was giving them, and suddenly you understood why they ran. Saw Paing was a Kengan competitor, after all.

"Stop glaring, they’re gone." He looked at you confused, "Yeah, but there are still other guys staring at you, and you know what. THEY CAN'T HAVE YOU! YOU'RE MINE"

Of course, he's back to scaring every guy within a 2-mile radius.

Rolling your eyes, you went to the bar to get yourself another drink. If you were going to deal with an overhyped maniac of a boyfriend, you were going to need it.

"Why hello, beautiful—"

"BACK OFF!"

#saw paing x reader #saw paing yoroizuka #gaolang wongsawat #kengan ashura imagine #kengan ashura #kengan omega #kengan omega imagine #ohma tokita #anime #manga #fight #saw paing yoroizuka x reader #fanfiction #comics #fanfic #writing

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Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Fluff, angst, a sprinkle of smut

Word Count: 1.8k

Request: "Are requests still open? Omg I hope they are 😭 Merry Christmas sweets 🎅 Can I request a Tae imagine where he feels guilty for being busy all the time and not able to spend time with his s/o but she comforts him? Add a sprinkle of smut please? ;) Stay warm and hydrated 💘"

A/N: Although the plot doesn't revolve around Tae's birthday, I want to dedicate this to him in this special day and I hope my precious baby gets all the love and praise he deserves in the world uwu. Also, I don't really write smut so idk if this is what you were looking for but I hope it's okay lol I'm sorry (I'm a sweet child of God).

Gif from @fqkelove (weheartit).

Letting himself inside your place with the spare key you had given him a few months ago, Taehyung made his way to your room, where you were just buttoning up your blouse, almost ready to head out.

“Hey” he smiled softly, chastely kissing your lips, “you look beautiful”.

Those simple words that had so naturally and sincerely left his mouth brought some heat to your cheeks. Mumbling a quiet ‘thank you’, your eyes followed his figure to your bed, where he lied down as he watched you get ready.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“Just out with some friends. I don't really know what the plan is, to be honest” you laughed lightly, making him smile. “Shouldn't you be at practice?” you questioned, going to apply some perfume.

“I have to head out to the studio in like an hour” he informed you, “so I thought I could just hang out in here for a while…”

“Of course” you nodded, “I have to meet the guys in about thirty minutes, though, so we could head out together? Is it okay with you to leave half an hour earlier?”

Taehyung gave you a nod, but there was something about his aura, not even his expression, that let you know there was something bothering him.

And as you were about to ask him about it, he beat you to it, opening up to you like he knew he always could.

“Actually, I– um…” you motioned with your head for him to continue, “my original idea was to ditch practice and stay in with you” he sheepishly admitted, “but it was before I knew about you having plans. I want you to go have fun with your friends”.

Your heart skipped a beat, because, first, Taehyung never missed practice, and second, the fact that he was willing to do so just to be with you meant the whole world to you. But, as much as you loved his intentions, you knew there must have been something upsetting him for him to make such decision.

“Tae, is everything alright?”

“Yeah” he was quick to reply. Just like always, showing you a beautiful smile.

Not believing him, you made your way to your bed, crawling on it so you could reach his side.

“Tell me”.

“Y/N” he sighed, “it's okay, really”.

“Baby…”

Gazing up in an attempt of collecting his thoughts, he shook his head; letting his walls down yet not being able to look you in the eye. “Are you happy with me?”

Okay, he was definitely not alright.

“What?”

“Are you?” he urged, this time locking his eyes with yours.

“Of course!” you answered without a doubt, “I am the happiest I've ever been” your hands cupped his face, “why would you even think otherwise?”

“I just… I overheard some people…”

“What people?” you frowned.

He shrugged. “Some guys from the staff” he furrowed his eyebrows, looking almost in pain, “and they were talking about how beautiful, funny and smart you are, which honestly is nothing but facts so I thought nothing of it, but then they said that they didn't get how you were with me” you felt your blood boil – were they fucking serious? “because I barely have time for you and that makes me a pretty shitty boyfriend... but I promise you I will try harder, because I swear I hadn't seen that befo–”

“Because it is not true!” you exasperatedly protested.

“No, but I can see it now, Y/N. I do” he stated, suddenly looking guilty. “You deserve so much better than what I can give you. You deserve someone who can always make time for you and be there for you, and I'm just too selfish to give you up... They.... They're right, you know?” his lower lip trembled. “And then they said something that kinda made me laugh at first because of how ridiculous I thought it was, but the more I thought about it, the more it started to make sense and I just...”

“What'd they say?”

He hesitated. “That you'll probably get lonely at some point and they'll–”

“Okay, no” you cut him off, “I know where this is going to and I am stopping you right there” you sat up straight, being followed by him. “Believe me when I say, Kim Taehyung, that I am so, so fucking happy with you” your determined words brought some peace to both his heart and mind. “And those guys?” you scrunched your face in disgust, “I have no idea who they are, but they know nothing about us and they have no right whatsoever to get a say on us. I am more than okay with the time we spend together. Yes, maybe sometimes I wish I could see you more often, because if it were up to me, I'd be with you every freaking day” he chuckled wholeheartedly, because, in all honesty, so would he, “but I don't feel lonely at all. And even if I did… Tae, I love you too much to even think about going to someone else–”

“I'm not saying you would…” he interrupted you this time, “I know you would never do such thing to me, but…” he let out a shaky breath, “maybe you'd turn to a friend, without other intentions, and then you'd realise they're much better for you... and I wouldn't blame you at all, but I just– It terrifies me. I can't let that happen, Y/N”.

“It won't happen. Ever” you cupped his face once again, resting your forehead on his. He closed his eyes at your familiar touch. “I know how busy your schedule is, you're an idol, for crying out loud! But no matter what, you always make time for me, even if you don't see it like I do. Just these little visits you pay me, even if it's just an hour, show me how much you want this to work. And that's enough for me” you smiled, kissing his nose. “I love you, okay?” you whispered, "don't let some stupid people make you doubt what we have".

The corner of his lips quirked slightly up, nodding his head. You had told him just what he needed to hear the most.

“I love you, too” he whispered back, making the corners of your lips curve up.

“So please get it into your head that what I feel for you will never change, not even because of your tight schedule” you reassured him once again. “I mean, I'm in too deep. I love everything about you”.

“You do?”

You gave him a nod. “You want me to make a list?”

At his silence and lowered glance, you decided to do so.

“I love your dark eyes, I love your powerful eyebrows” he couldn't help but giggle at that, making your heart jump. “I love that cute little mole on the tip of your nose” you poked it, “I love your sense of humour and your laugh. Don't even get me started on that so damn precious boxy smile you're showing me right now” you playfully warned him, only making it grow brighter. “I love your mind... the way you make me feel…” your voice got lower as your eyes fixed on his mouth, “I love your lips…”

Taehyung realised what was happening – his eyes travelling from your eyes to your lips in a second, and softly pressing his against them. Your point had been clear, and he wanted nothing but to kiss the one person he loved the most in the world and he knew loved him back just the same.

Not deepening the kiss just yet, he pulled your body towards his, making you sit on his lap without even dreaming of breaking the kiss, and wrapping his arms around your back to press you closer to him.

“What else do you love?” he wondered in a cocky, even lower tone, shifting his hips up so you could fully feel what you were starting to cause to him.

“I think you know very well what else I love” you purred, kissing him one last time before you pulled away. “Which reminds me” you wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, “why would I go to someone else when I have a man who satisfies me just enough, and even more, I would say, in every possible way?”

Taehyung chuckled – his mouth immediately going to slowly suck at the nape of your neck. “Oh, do I now?” he hummed.

“Mhm…” you tilted your head, giving him more access to the spot he was teasing.

“Even if we don't always have as much time as we'd like to?”

You bit your lip – making him raise his head to meet his eyes before you cupped his face. “We have time now, don't we?”

Not even a second passed when his lips were already moving against yours in a way he let you know just how much he needed you right then.

You pushed your body further down against his, looking for closeness, and that's when he slowly let his body fall down to lie his back on your bed – his hands moving from your back to your hips, where he placed them firmly and tugged down at them to create the friction both of you so desperately needed.

Right as a moan escaped your mouth, making his bulge become harder than you already felt it, you felt something else by your left thigh – and it actually took you both quite a few seconds to acknowledge it was his buzzing phone.

“Ignore it” he growled against your mouth, biting on your lip to keep you from breaking away.

For a moment there, you did, as you got lost in his heavy breathing while you planted a trail of open mouth kisses down his neck – your hips still softly moving back and forth on his member.

But then it started buzzing again.

He sighed in frustration when you lost your touch on him, signaling for him to pick it up. You thought he'd do so when you saw him reach into his pocket to take his mobile out, which is why you tried to get off his lap. Much to your surprise, he held you down and in your place with his free hand – his eyes darkening for a second before he focused them on his phone. And then, he turned it off, throwing it to the other side of the bed.

Not wasting any other second, the hand that had previously been on your thighs went to your back – turning you around so now he was on top of you and pressing his clothed lenght in between your legs.

He smirked at the sound that had just escaped your throat, leaning in once more to taste your mouth. “You didn't think I'd actually answer, did you?” he teased as his hands worked on your blouse.

“Oh, I wouldn't know” you giggled, “because you should be at practise after all. Shouldn't you, Kim Taehyung?”

“Shouldn't you be meeting your friends, baby girl?” he bit your earlobe.

It was only then you remembered about your previous plans for the day – your jaw falling slightly open at that realisation.

Oh well, it was too late now anyway to do anything about it, wasn't it?

“I guess we really are that couple, huh?”

Taehyung went back to capture your lower lip in between his – taking his sweet time with you. After all, time had never really been an issue to you all along.

“And I wouldn't have it any other way”.

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[quokkalatte]

Mixtape pt.5 [M.YG]

Part 5

Category: One-shot series

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Female! Reader

Summary: Living as an aspiring rap artist in Seoul, all you want to do is work on your music and try to get your name out there. Of course when you have someone as annoying and spiteful as Min Yoongi makes that extremely difficult. Until he decides to help you out.

Warnings: smut, language, some Namjoon action (which ofc is a warning cause oof), angry Yoongi, alcohol consumption, perhaps some angst but not really

Warnings for this chapter: alcohol consumption, language, Tae being a bit of a horndog in the beginning

Author's Note: ofc this is late again but I hope you enjoy this chapter! It's also short, contrary to what I promised last time I apologize. I promise it'll get more interesting in the future ;)

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I hurried down the street, pulling my jacket close to my body, trying be to hold any remains of warmth I'd had since leaving my apartment. Seoul was covered in a thick layer of snow, the roads icy and slick and bundles of oil-based slush was built on either side of the road. People still continued on without a care in the world. It made me regret not getting a taxi or asking Jungkook to pick me up.

I shivered, turning the corner quickly and let out a sigh of relief when I saw the record store. It wasn't far from my apartment, but the cold made it a bitch to get too. I quickly pushed the door open, hearing the bell signal my arrival. I let out a loud groan when I felt the heat rush upon me, swathing me in warmth.

"Damn I haven't even touched you yet and you're already sounding like that" my eyes dart towards a figure leaning against the counter, shuffling through a magazine. His hair was tousled and messy and his cheeks flushed from the cold outside. Taehyung grinned when I rolled my eyes

"You wish" I walk past him and Taehyung chuckles

"I do. Isn't your little study group today?"

"Yes that's where I'm going" I say and Taehyung perks up immensely

"Hey you should ask if they'll let me help with the next Cypher. I've been asking but they never let me"

"And what makes you think they'll change their mind this time?" I raise my eyebrows just as Jimin came in from the back. His face split into a smile upon seeing me and he ruffled Taehyung's hair as he passed. Taehyung swatted at his hand.

"Wishful thinking?"

"Keep wishing then Tae. Maybe someday" I pat his cheek and he sticks his upper lip out and I laugh. I hop over the counter, much to Jimin's chargin, and quickly hurry up the steps. I heard the chatter of voices, and the room came into view. It was like Deja Vu all over again when the boys saw me. They immediately started their jeering.

"Well well well. I'd like to say I'm surprised, but I'm not" Jungkook teased. I rolled my eyes, throwing my bag at him it landed on his lap and he let out a grunt at the impact.

"May I ask why you're late?" Namjoon asks.

"Ice is slick Joon, and I didn't want to fall over. Excuse me for taking percaution" I roll my eyes, plopping next to Hoseok, who immediately threw his arm around me.

"Were glad you made it sunshine" Hoseok grins and I laugh. The only one who hadn't said anything was Yoongi, which was typical. Ever since he left abruptly nearly a month ago, we barely spoke. I'd asked him if Jin was okay, and he only replied with a 'Yes' and that was it. He never made more plans, never answered texts, and the past two meet ups he rarely spoke to me and it annoyed me to no end. I wanted to talk to him, ask him what the hell happened in my kitchen. It was like he was about to kiss me, and then he didn't. And now he was pretending like I didn't exist. It kind of hurt to be honest.

"Show us what you got. You said you finally added music to it" Hoseok says, bringing me out of my daze. I blink, and nod

"Yeah, yeah I did."I say, digging out my laptop, nervously setting it on the coffee table. The song was finally nearly developed. The rap was swift and sorrowful, the music paced to fit it exactly. I was just nervous how the boys would take it. They'd only read the lyrics, now it was fully recorded and ready for listening. I brought up the demo, pressing play and sitting back, nervously figetting the entire time. All three were silent as the rap filled the air, the music complimenting it nicely. It sounded upbeat to a nom-korean speaker, but the lyrics were of unrequited love, developed into harsh bitterness and deciding that it wasn't worth the pain, to get over it and move on. The last part wasn't fully true, I added it for some closure to the song but in reality I was nowhere near over Yoongi, even though he seemed he wanted nothing to do with me. The song ended, and Namjoon nodded, rubbing his hands together.

"It's amazing Y/n" he grins, and I sighed in relief. Hoseok and Jungkook eagerly agree.

"Of course you found a way to make the music compliment the lyrics. You're a genius" Hoseok says and I blush at the compliment "It's really sad Noona, but relatable" Jungkook comments. I thank all three of them, and subconsciously glance at Yoongi's silent form. Namjoon was the one who acted out.

"Yoongi?" He prompts the blonde. Yoongi glanced from the screen to me, and my heart clenched as I waited for his harsh critique. He always did that with our songs, pointing out the flaws while the rest gave good comments. He was the Simon Cowell of our group. But he didn't, he merely nodded his head

"It's good" Yoongi says, and that was it. The three of us were speechless, Jungkook's jaw was dropped and he looked at me with awe.

"You got hyung to compliment you Noona. You must be a goddess" he says, and I blush, shaking my head.

"Stop Kook while you're behind" I warn and he sticks out his tongue. I quickly shut my laptop and shoved into my bag. It was quiet for a couple of seconds, and then Namjoon cleared his throat.

"Okay, I guess now's a good time as any to announce this" he says, his tone nervous. "But last week I went over to another producing company and submitted my tape....and it got accepted" I gasped and the other three boys shouted and whooped. Jungkook threw his arm around Namjoon's shoulders and hugged him tightly. Namjoon grinned bashfully as we all hugged and congratulated him. His dimples were prominent and his cheeks flushed.

"That's great Joon I'm so proud" I say and he laughs, running a hand through his hair.

"Thanks guys" he mumbles.

"We should go out and celebrate that's great!" Jungkook says, and we all nod.

"Well, Jin wanted to throw a party this Saturday...." Namjoon trailed off. "So of course to guys are invited"

"We should get drinks though" Jungkook says "I'll drive"

"Not happening" Yoongi wrinkled his nose "the last time you drove is anywhere we ended up in a ditch"

"I didn't see the squirrel!" Jungkook wailed "And I've gotten better hyung you shouldn't lord that over me you're no better at driving" Jungkook pouts.

"I'll drive" Jimin leans in the doorway, keys dangling from his finger.

Half an hour later we all were sitting around a table, celebrating Namjoon's sucess. He was flushed and blushing, and kept saying how lucky he felt. Taehyung had accompanied us, always eager for free alcohol and food.

Everyone was laughing and enjoying themselves. Hoseok continues to congratulate Namjoon, who's face was flushed and became redder the more he drank. Jimin and Jungkook disappeared hours ago, and Yoongi seemed to be missing as well. After the 6th shot I was fuzzy and lightheaded, and wandered outside to breathe. The cool air immediately hit my skin and my eyes closed and I let out a sigh of relief. The music from the bar was faint outside, absorbed by the air and contained by the building.

"You really can't handle liquor can't you?" A voice said, and I turned to see Yoongi leaning against the side of the bar. His dark eyes were a light with amusement and I roll my eyes.

"I can handle it just fine"

"Please, three shots and your rolling on the floor" he snorts.

"Fuck off Yoongi I was actually in a good mood" I grumble, rubbing my forehead. Yoongi snickered,

"Sorry. Didn't mean to ruin your fun' he says. I glare at him. "What?"

"You're infuriating" you growl at him. He frowns, blinking in confusion.

"What're you talking about?" I stalk towards him, and take a step back, eyeing me warily.

"You. Are. Infuriating. Min Yoongi" each word was expressed with a poke to his sternum, and he watched with a dumb expression on his face, which expressed he had obviously had a few to drink.

"I was just teasing Y/n calm down" he rubs his chest sorely.

"Not about that!" I hiss.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Hoe about you ignoring me for the past month? How about you leaving me alone in my apartment to rescue Jin? Or how about the fact you were about to kiss me?" The questions fell from my mouth before I could stop them. The shots betraying me to Yoongi, who's eyes comically widened with each one. I was shaking, glaring at him to answer my questions. He went silent, reserving himself.

"That was a mistake" he mumbles

"What was?" I instigate further. He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the ends and he wouldn't meet my eyes.

"Trying to kiss you. I shouldn't have tried that." Hurt shot through my chest at his confession, even if I asked him for the truth. It stung. He could tell, It's must have displayed on my features. He took a step towards me, guilt covering his face but I glared and took a step back.

"Well I'm sorry I'm such a mistake then" I hiss, turning to walk back into the bar. A hand wrapped around my wrist tightly and I was stopped in my place.

"Y/n wait- it's not like that. Please listen" Yoongi said, and it shocked me because it was almost like he was begging me. I turned to glower at him, tugging my hand from his grip, but I didn't move. Yoongi sighed, his head bent towards the ground and refusing to meet my eyes. "I don't think you're a mistake. You twisted my words, as you always do-"

"Watch it" I growl warningly

"-but I didn't kiss you because I didn't think you wanted me to" He finished without pause. I gave him a dumbfounded look.

"Wait, what?" Yoongi groaned, tugging at the ends of his hair and scowled at me like it was my fault he was so cryptic.

"I didn't think you wanted me to kiss you. I thought you didn't like me, and I figured there was someone else."

"What makes you think there was someone else?" I questioned angrily, folding my arms

"Your song" Yoongi says. This made me laugh. The alcohol in my system had me buzzing and I could feel it. It was Yoongi's turn to be angry at me. "Why are you laughing?" He demanded.

"What does my song have to do with me being with someone else Yoongi? It's about being rejected from someone and unreciprocated love."

"The ending is about getting over them" he says and I shook my head

"I added that part. I never got over him" I say sadly, knowing I'd regret admitting that when I woke up the next morning.

"So there is someone. See? That's why I didn't kiss you. You're still hung up over some jerk who's too stupid to notice your interest in him" Yoongi says. I was quiet, my eyes on the ground. Then I spoke softly

"It's you"

"What?" Yoongi frowned, not catching my words

"You. The song's about you" I mumble. He stared at me, his eyes beginning to widen. I could see his thoughts multiplying, forming the words of my song to fit with how he'd treated me so coldly when I just wanted his affection.Yoongi's heart thudded in his chest, all color drained from his body. He shook his head, and backed away

"No. Not possible" he mumbled

"Why not?" I demanded, but he shook his head again. Yoongi backed farther away when I approached him.

"No" He hisses, his voice suddenly full of venom and spite. I stepped back, shocked. Yoongi turned away, walking quickly down the street until he was out of sight. I watched the spot where he dissappeared. Rejection and hurt being my only voiced emotions. That's where Namjoon and the others found me, outside and crying. Their happy uplifted moods suddenly dropped upon seeing my tear streaked face. They tried prying my reason for crying out of me, but I refused to speak.

"Just please take me home" I mumble. Namjoon called Seokjin, who was in the midst of sleeping and scolded Namjoon for being out late, but agreed to come pick us up. 10 minutes later we were piled into his car and being driven home. He frowned when he noticed we were one short.

"Where's Yoongi?" He asks. All eyes turned on me, I was the only one who last saw him. I stared out the window solemnly, resentment boiling my veins.

"He can be in hell for all I care" I grunt out, and the car fell into since once more.

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