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saltygilmores · 9 months

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Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls, Season 2, Episode 18: Back In The Saddle. Part Six

Part 1 Part 2 Part 2½ Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Really thought this was just gonna be a cute filler episode I could whack off (lol) in like 2 or 3 parts but somehow we're on part 6? My longest review EVER both in number of parts and also in words? (A Tisket A Tasket may have gone on for 10 parts had Lorelai not made me rage quit).

How the hell did we get here? Oh.

Mark my words. I will hunt you both for sport. The only saving grace here is that our favorite pornographic film, Insatiable Cougar Does Her Daughter's Boyfriend, will mercifully cum to an end in about 1 minute and the remainder of the episode will return to pointless filler once more. I just realized there is no Jess in this episode, at all. Not even a counter-wiping scene stuck on at the end. BOO. Dean is confused by this concept of giving Rory "personal space" so Lorelai, of all people, is going to try to explain it to him like he's 5. No, literally, he does not know what "Space" means. Behold!

Absolutely breathtaking. The audacity of Lorelai Gilmore to gently tell Dean that Rory needs "just a little bit of space" after his behavior in this episode that fits the legal definitions of stalking and harrasment (I looked them up, lol). Where does she find it?

Did your parents spoon feed you lead paint chips as a child? How can one person be this fucking dumb? How have your remaining brain cells not yeeted themselves out of your head already?

"I... don't understand."

Rory Gilmore, you are in grave danger. Your mother is so blinded by her DeanLust she is throwing you to the lions (again).

Never ever, Dean. She's going to give you a sloppy beej when this talk is over. L (flirtily): If I was trying to get rid of you, I'd start telling you stories about my family! Har har har! You're soooo funny, Lorelai Gilmore!

L: I'm not telling you this to try to get rid of you, but to help things between you guys. Just try it! Ms. Gilmore, please explain to the court where Rory asked for your help. Just try not be doing a scary douchecanoe for one hour, Dean. I know that seems like a Herculean task, my man. But just try it.

"Wash my car"-stick your dick in my mouth"

What sexual favor is "a soda” code for, as she's asked him twice already (he keeps sounding reluctant to accept, so I am to assume it’s some freaky thing that only comes with the experience of a much older woman, and he’s nervous about his first time).

Whew. That had to be the most overwhelming sexual tension I've had the misfortune of witnessing thus far on my Gilmore Girls hell-journey. I'm scarred. It's going to be imposible to remove from my psyche, stuck there like chewed gum, or like Jess Mariano's sidewalk drawings. And I thought nothing could ever eclipse these levels of sexual tension:

Or one of the many instances of this

No, this one beats em all by a mile. The big difference being that the other scenes make me want to throw up my hands and rejoice, while this scene made me want to throw up my intestines.

ARE YOU DONE?!

The remainder of the episode contains the conclusion of the z plot involving MIchel's mother which I've barely paid attention to.

Michel is mad at Lorelai because she overstepped her boundaries once more, so that's good. Let the hatred flow my man! I need to recruit as many soldiers as possible for my Anti Lorelai Gilmore army. Take your anger a step further and report her to the labor board in Connecticut for her undoubtedly shaky bookkeeping, close down the whole operation, send her out to the streets and Rory into a nice foster home, and you can find a nice job at a real hotel. Am I thinking too far ahead again?

"The lunchbox of the new Millenium." or the RX 2002 First Aid Kit? Which lame-o creation which would only excite the most lifeless of Teens will emerge victorious?

Now here's some sexual tension I don't mind. Thank god. I needed relief.

And another sucky competitor throws its hat in the ring!

Spoiler alert: they are not it.

The part where he finishes these sentences with "including yours" must have gotten left on the editing room floor.

Just another reminder that Madelyn over there in the background invented the smart speaker, and Rory said her smart speaker couldn't be made because no one at Chilton knew how to build a robot, but there's a sign behind her for an invention called "The robotic dissector", whatever the hell that is. They should have had those dudes on their team, because every single person on the RX 2002 development team was completely dead weight except for Paris.

I totally forgot about this other male douchecanoe. WTF is a "hose hook"? And a locker refrigerator? WHAT? I thought these were supposed to be practical inventions? Why is every invention so god damn terrible? How can Douchecanoe Charleston possibly choose a winner? I can never un-know Charleston as Doug Heffernan's dad on one of my favorite shows, King Of Queens, where he had a completely different accent and not the quasi-British thing he's got going on.

The Locker Alarm wins. Grown Adult Man Richard Gilmore take this loss of a high school invention fair, one his granddaughter contributed nothing to, quite personal. In a tired sequence of events that we have already seen unfold many times before and one which will unfold to the extreme in the next episode, something unfortunate but hardly life altering happens to Rory that she takes in total stride while the adults in her life invalidate her feelings and lose their shit on her behalf anyway. If you guessed “Richard is having a coronary over Rory's loss at a silly school business fair and Rory could not care less”, come on down and collect your prize.

R: You've all put in an extrodinary amount of time, effort, and thought into this. Rory's entire contribution to the project was "This is amazing. I want one of these." Richard is not having it and he is taking it up with DCC. I get the sense this is not actually about Rory at all and is really some kind of Old Man Vs. Old Man Personal Beef about stocks and bonds or golf or something.

In what should come as a surprise to no one, I was right about something again 😁 turns out Richard was bored with retirement or something, so his solution was to take out his frustration on Douche Canoe Charleston because he knew him from Old Man Business Land, and he was jealous DCC had a job? And he didn’t care if he humiliated Rory in the process. I have no more room for screen shots and I refuse to make this a seven parter so you're going to have to use your imagination for the last 8 minutes, kay? Rory expresses to Richard that she's okay with the loss and she does not want Richard to bring this up to the principal but he doesn't listen to her. He says she was robbed and he is not going to sit back and let it go! ARGH!! My poor girl!!! Richard complains to the Manager while Rory has to sit back and watch and while wishing Lorelai would just dump her off with some strange relative like Liz did to Jess so she didn't have to be part of this awful family. Richard to DCC: Out there in the real world, there is no way a locker alarm would be a viable business investment! It's a school that should be training children for the real world! Oh, right, a locker alarm is useless, but a lunchbox full of band aids isn't. The only ground Richard has to stand on here is that if the best minds in this expensive school can't create anything better than a "hose hook" and a "locker refrigerator" then indeed, their educators are clearly failing them. If Richard and Emily had raised Rory instead of Lorelai, you know Richard would have been picking a fight with Rory's kindergarten teacher if she came in second place in the class spelling bee. Richard: I DEMAND A RECOUNT! DCC: Richard, this is not the real world, this is just school. This is so embarrassing. Rory should go on and pull the fire alarms and evacuate the school just to put an end to this humiliation. I feel like every time I have stated "I got no problems with Richard" at the beginning of an episode I've been so, so wrong. I'll stop doing that from now on. At Friday night dinner, Richard is sulking in his room like a baby over his granddaughter's loss at a high school inventors fair, and Lorelai GIlmore, of all people, suggests to Emily he should go to therapy, because "there's nothing wrong with getting help". Does Lorelai ever listen to herself? Where does she keep finding the nerve to advise other people to do things that she refuses to do herself? Clean up your own house first, woman. Emily of course responds that therapy is only for deviants, people with multiple personalties, and disturbed people who lick parking meters and think their dogs can talk. And so another week goes by where all four Gilmores push their numerous emotional traumas deep, deep down inside once more where they can continue to bubble and fester. Things aren't looking too good for little Chaz Gilmore, Rory's son, to break the cycle. (I've decided Rory has a boy just to throw the whole darn Gilmore Woman dynamic off its axis and give things a little pizzazz). (but what would Rory name a boy? Please do not say "Jess Jr." ) After hours of sulking, Richard emerges from his room chipper as a daisy asking for dinner, confusing us all. We come to find out that due to Rory's non-contribution to the invention of a Lunchbox full of Band Aids, Richard has been inspired to come out of retirement. That makes a whole lot of sense. Rory recieves a page from Dean on the way home from FND and Lorelai is pleased as fucking fruit punch to learn that her sloppy but satisfying sexual services earlier in the kitchen were enough to convince Dean to reduce his harassment down to one page per two days. Rory states he hasn't "Called or mysteriously appeared next to me" in two days! Lorelai is pleased that he's "calming down"! The bar is so low! Rory is relieved to get some breathing room from Dean, so to celebrate, Lorelai encourages Rory to call him anyway, then when Rory says no Lorelai asks if she’s super duper sure that she doesn’t want to call Dean.

You can keep your corny little froo froo sitcoms where people learn valuable life lessons at the end of every episode. No one ever learns anything or betters themselves on Gilmore Girls and that’s the way we like it.

Lorelai arrives home, late at night, after dropping Rory off at Lane's house (weird turn of events, but OK, I'm sure this is going to be some kind of set up for Teach Me Tonight) to find Dean sitting on her porch, sulking. Despite the fact that this is the second time in one day that he has shown up at her house to wait for Rory completely unannounced, Lorelai does not find his repeat behavior the least bit concerning. Little baby is pouting and trespassing on private property because he really struggled and put his four brain cells to work to come to a conclusion: his repeated harrassment towards Rory, for some strange reason, isn't endearing her to him, so she may just prefer the company of Jess instead of a DoucheCanoe Wtihout A Paddle. Lorelai merely sticks out her lower lip, gives him some puppy dog eyes, and pities this poor dumb creature who she has an unbearable, aching sexual attraction to. Then he walks off into the night, hopefully over a steep embankment into a pit of alligators. Goodnight.

#gilmore girls #DALA #Dean and Lorelai Affair #Puke City #rory gilmore #paris geller #Denise Rewatches Gilmore Girls #GIlmore Girls Season 2 #Back In The Saddle #tumblr im begging you #please give more more picture allotment #30 is not enough for my insane ramblings #even 35 would help #there was no fucking way I was making this a 7 parter #The DALA is cramping my style

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jeonsjiddies · 3 years

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Like I'm Gonna Lose You | jhs (m)

Summary - After a terrifying dream, you decide to show Hoseok how much he means to you.

Word Count - 3346

Pairing - Hoseok x reader

Genre - smut

Warnings - nightmares, mentions of death(in nightmare), assault (in nightmare) dirty talk, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, implied sex

a/n: another re-write from a previous fandom. :)

You were running, running as fast as your legs could carry you, but you weren’t moving. You were stuck in place, frozen. You pushed and pulled and tried to break free but you were bonded to the muddy grass. Hoseok stood up ahead, blissfully unaware of what was happening. You screamed, you screamed until your lungs burned but no sound escaped your lips. Your silence in that moment would haunt you until your dying breath. The panic rising in your throat made it hard to breathe. No, no no!

“HOBI! RUN! PLEASE!” you tried to warn him.

You tried. But it wasn’t enough. You didn’t save him. The masked killers came out from the shadows like flashes of lighting, silent and deadly. It took five of them to hold Hoseok down. He kicked and thrashed and screamed and fought but he was outnumbered. They pinned your boyfriend down, digging into his pockets and holding his own switchblade in the air. It caught a ray of light and shone in the dark, damp forest. He tried to pry his way out of their relentless grip, to no avail. You felt like you were going to throw up. You used every bit of strength you had to try and release from whatever invisible hold you were in, but nothing worked. It felt like tree limbs had grown up from the soggy dirt and wrapped themselves around your legs, your arms. You were trapped, a caged animal. Just like Hoseok. He couldn’t escape either.

The switchblade was held in the air, then thrust down into Hoseok’s chest. He cried out in agony, and so did you. You were being held captive, forced to watch the worst horror movie you could possibly imagine: the death of the love of your life. Dark red filled the fabric on his favorite flannel shirt and you choked on your sobs, as one of the masked men continued to pull the knife out, then sink it back into Hoseok’s flesh, over and over and over again until he stopped struggling. He looked over at you in his final moments, eyes locked with yours. You were the last thing he saw before his body went limp and the men screeched out a victory.

“One freak down. Let’s move boys,” the leader grinned with no remorse.

As soon as they were gone, the invisible cage you were locked in vanished and you rushed to Hoseok’s side, throwing yourself on his lifeless body as the sobs racked through yours.

“No no NO!” you screamed. “I tried to warn you baby, I tried to save you. I couldn’t fucking move! I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. Please come back to me. PLEASE HOBI!”

The silence that answered you was deafening, and you could literally feel your heart shattering in your chest, little pieces of the broken thing falling into the pit of your stomach. You were covered in his blood, and it was on your hands. You didn’t save him.

You woke up, gasping for air. You sat in your bed, breathing heavily. There were already tears on your cheeks, and remembering that awful dream you’d just escaped, more tears poured from your eyes and your body shook with sobs. You looked next to you, where Hoseok was sound asleep. He had a small smile on his lips, and you watched his chest rise and fall with the intake of air, your heart stilling in your chest. Just a dream. It was just a dream. Your hand tenderly found his face, and you caressed his tan skin, with the light stubble he refused to shave. He said it made him feel manlier.

You giggled to yourself, replaying that conversation in your head, and the burning in your stomach started again. You choked back tears to no avail, because they sprang from your eyes again. What if you really lost him? What if you couldn’t wake up next to him anymore? You couldn’t fathom a life without the sweet, lively, hardworking and loveable man. You bit down hard on your bottom lip to try and stop crying, but it was no use. You loved him so much, and the thought of losing him just made you want to die yourself.

“Y/N?” he groggily asked, one eye opening to peek at you, “why are you awake?”

“I just had a freaky dream,” you tried to sound normal so you didn’t worry him, but your voice shook.

He immediately sat up, turning so his body was facing you.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, concern laced in his voice.

You couldn’t take it anymore, you broke down in sobs, and he gathered you into his arms without missing a beat. He held you close while you cried into his chest. He gently rubbed your back, trying to soothe you. You weren’t sure which feeling was more overwhelming at that point: the sheer terror of ever losing him or the blissful relief that you hadn’t, that he was still here with you, alive and holding you in those safe warm arms you called home. He kissed the top of your head and rocked you back and forth until you’d calmed down enough to explain why you had burst into hysterics at 3am.

“Wanna tell me what happened, baby?” he asked softly.

“I had a dream you died,” you explained.

“It was just a dream, I’m right here. You can’t get rid of me that easily,” he joked, trying to lighten the mood.

“Hobi , it’s not funny.” you sniffled.

“What happened in the dream?” he coaxed, sensing you needed to talk about it.

“Gosh Hobi, it was awful. We were in the forest,” you began, spelling out all the gory details for your boyfriend, who listened intently and let you talk.

“That’s intense,” he finally said when you’d finished, barely fighting off tears as you relayed the dream to him.

You nodded, reaching over and grabbing a tissue from the nightstand, wiping your eyes and blowing your nose, not caring how unattractive it was. You were fragile and felt like any wrong move could shatter you right then.

“Baby, I know that was scary, but it wasn’t real. I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere,” he assured you, holding you close. “Do you want to try and go back to sleep?”

“Can we cuddle?”

Hobi nodded, laying down and opening his arms for you. You snuggled close to him, letting the sound of his beating heart drown out all the fears inside you. You fell asleep with his warmth wrapped around you, and his heart singing your favorite lullaby.

Even though you were exhausted, you woke up before Hobi; and even though the dream wasn’t real, the possibility was. You’d decided that you were going to treat him like a king, like it was the last moment you’d ever spend together. You were going to treat every day like your last day with him. You were going to love him like you were going to lose him.

You slipped out of bed quietly, tiptoeing into the kitchen, being as quiet as you could while you made his favorite breakfast. The aroma of the food filled the whole apartment, and it was making your mouth water. You fixed Hobi a plate and put it on a tray with orange juice and carried it into the bedroom, setting it on your bedside table. You climbed into bed, peppering soft kisses all over his face, gently waking him from his slumber.

“Mmmm…” he smiled, eyes opening and focusing on you, “good morning beautiful.”

“Good morning,” you giggled, pressing a real kiss to his lips.

“Oh gosh, what smells so good?”

“Your favorite,” you grinned, standing and handing him the tray, then cuddling up to his side.

“Breakfast in bed?” he grinned, then his face fell with panic, “did I forget our anniversary or something?”

“No, silly. I just wanted to do something nice for you,” you laughed.

“Aw, thanks baby,” he grinned, digging in.

You watched him, eating your breakfast but focusing more on Hobi, memorizing everything he did, the way he moved, the sound of his breathing, how he ate. You wanted to remember it all, just in case. He glanced over at you a few times, making silly faces. You giggled and continued to watch him, full of awe and love and wonder.

“Why are you staring at me?” he laughed.

“I love you.” you shrugged.

“Is it because of that dream?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“No! Maybe… yes. But I should be doing this stuff anyway, you’re so amazing and so good to me, you deserve to be treated the same way,” you explained.

“Babe you don’t have to do all this.”

“I know. I want to,” you smiled, gathering the dirty dishes and walking them into the kitchen and washing them.

“Let me help.” Hobi bumped his hip into yours.

“I got it, you go relax baby,” you reached up on your tiptoes to kiss him.

“Y/N…” he trailed off, sighing.

“Seriously, I got this. Go relax. You can make it up to me later,” you wiggled your eyebrows suggestively.

He smirked and smacked your ass before walking into the living room and settling into the couch, turning on the TV. You watched him walk away. I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave. You thought to yourself, admiring his perky butt and broad back. His broad shoulders were bare, he’d slept shirtless and he was wearing basketball shorts slung low on his hips, letting his boxers peek out of the top.

He had no idea how sexy he looked, with his wild sleep-mussed hair, smooth tan skin, and those lips. Oh, his lips. You could write an erotic novel just based on his lips and the things they could do. You smirked to yourself, finishing the dishes and following him into the living room.

You decided you’d have a little fun with him today and snuck away into the bedroom, putting on your best lingerie, and styling your hair the way you knew he liked best. You put on a little bit of subtle makeup, just enough to enhance what was already there so you couldn’t tell it was on if you weren’t looking for it.

You quietly walked back to the living room, sliding in next to Hobi on the couch. He didn’t look in your direction, but he slid an arm around your shoulders. You didn’t blame him - the best part of the crime drama he was watching was on the screen, where they determine who the killer really was. Turns out, it was the jealous mistress. Typical, yet still alluring.

“I KNEW IT!” he grinned, looking over at you for the first time since you’d returned.

His eyes grew wide as he took in your outfit and you bit your lip nervously, looking up at him through your lashes, and leaning forward slightly to show off your cleavage. He visibly gulped, eyes roaming hungrily over your frame.

“You look so fucking sexy in that,” he said, voice thick with desire, eyes turning dark.

“You look sexy in everything, so I guess we’re even,” you fired back.

“You always know exactly what to say.”

You giggled and climbed over onto his lap, straddling him and running your hands slowly down his chest, and his eyes followed your every movement. His body was enticing, he was like a greek god in your opinion. He was a work of art, exquisite, delicious, absolutely mouth watering, and he was all yours. You intended to fully worship his body the way it deserved. You wanted to show him how much he meant to you, how much you cared for him, and how devastatingly sexy he was.

If the damp pool in your underwear didn’t alert him to how he affected your body, the look in your eyes had to. The insatiable thirst you had for him apparent in your gaze. His sturdy chest rose quickly as his breathing became shallow, trying to keep his composure as you started grinding against him, trailing your hands all along his torso. You were teasing him, taunting him, but you both knew the end result would be worth it. The more foreplay, the better the sex. He groaned as your fingers traced lazily over his hardened member, and you smirked to yourself.

You pushed him back onto the arm of the couch, leaving searing kisses along any patch of skin you could reach, your nails gently scratching a trail following your mouth, which you knew he loved. He loved having marks from you, proving he was yours as much as he loved leaving marks on you, and showing the world that you belonged to him. He was agonizingly hard and could barely focus on anything but the way you looked, devouring his body slowly.

You licked lines around each of his abs, and he let his head fall back at the sensation washing over him. It was all he could do not to pick you up and slam you down into the couch, take control and fuck you into next week. But, in true Hoseok fashion, he was respectful and let you follow your plan. You nipped at the skin above his shorts, and he actually whimpered. The great Jung Hoseok actually whimpered, he wanted you so badly. You pulled his shorts and boxers down, and he lifted his hips to help you, like the gentleman he was.

His cock sprung free and slapped against his stomach, swollen, aching, and ready. The tip was leaking pre-cum and you licked your lips seductively before pressing soft kisses to the tip, bold strokes of your tongue following. He groaned, writhing under your touch. Your hand found his balls and played with them while you sunk your mouth over his throbbing erection, a hiss erupting from his delicious lips. You hummed a response, the vibrations doing him in almost as much as the feeling of your warm lips wrapped around his aching cock.

You started bobbing your head up and down, swirling your tongue around the base at the same time, driving him absolutely insane. His moans were music to your ears, encouraging you to keep going. Your hands worked in time with your mouth, occasionally offbeat just to spice it up as you sucked and bobbed and swirled your way around him, bringing him closer to the edge with each passing moment. He groaned loudly, his cock tensing, and you knew it was almost time so you doubled down on your efforts, and soon, he was shooting into your mouth, and you took it all, swallowing and licking your lips before lifting your eyes to meet his gaze.

His face had a sheen of sweat on it, and he looked spent. His breathing was ragged and he just had this shit eating grin on his lips as he stared at you, eyes wide and joyful. You climbed up to lay on his chest, taking a break. But this sex-capade was far from over. He wrapped his arms around you, both of you sticky. You smiled into the soft kiss he pressed to your swollen lips.

“You’re so good at that, babygirl,” he praised you.

“I can’t help myself, you’re just so delectable,” you teased, booping his nose.

He rolled his eyes but couldn’t wipe the satisfied smile off his face. You kissed his cheek, his forehead, his nose, his lips. He laughed, loving all the attention from you, but very much wanting to return the favor. He flipped you over, pinning you down on the couch, not that you would have dreamed of trying to break free of his hold. You loved being underneath him, feeling how big and powerful he was. He tortured you the same way you’d tortured him, leaving hot, wet kisses down your neck and collarbone, sucking love marks along the way, nibbling at your sensitive spots. You loved how he kissed your body, how he knew exactly how to please you, where all your favorite spots were.

He treated you like a princess and you loved him for that and a million other reasons, but you couldn’t really focus on those at the moment, not with his lips causing that familiar fire to grow in your core. No man had ever touched you like Hoseok touched you, no man had ever made you feel the way he did. He was a magician, a wizard, a sex-god. His hands traveled along your sides, up to your breasts, and he gave your nipples a gentle squeeze through the thin fabric of your lingerie. You moaned his name, praising him for how good he was to you.

“Fuck, Hobi. You always feel so good,” you encouraged.

“Mmm. You like that, babygirl?” he grinned, looking up at you, a brief halt on the ambush of your body.

“Love it, love you so much,” you told him.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

He pulled your lingerie top off and began kissing along your breast, sucking harshly on the nipple, causing your back to arch off the couch and into his touch. More. His teeth grazed along the already hyper-aware nub, and you bit down on your bottom lip harshly, groaning inwardly. Once he’d decided he’d tortured your breasts enough, he slowly made his way down your stomach, hot breath fanning over your aching, soaked core. You shivered, trying to stay still and not yank his head down. He used his teeth to pull down the panties of your lingerie, and you nearly came from that sight alone. You watched him eagerly as he tore them from your trembling body, tossing them aside carelessly.

His tongue slithered along your folds, teasing you. You whined loudly, showing your displeasure of having to wait, and he chuckled.

“So impatient, baby,” he chastised.

“Only for you.”

He smirked and his tongue dove into your heat, pressing flat against your clit in broad, slow licks. It was almost disrespectful, how slow and tantalizing he was being. Two fingers entered you, curling just right to hit your g spot every time. He took his time, paced himself, slowly bringing you closer to your high. You wiggled on his fingers, trying to get him to speed up, but his tongue and fingers kept their slow assault.

“Patience, my love,” he cooed.

You whimpered in frustration but agreed, and soon, the rumbling deep down in your core was becoming less of a rumble and more of a roar as your release quickly approached. Your walls began to clench, and only then did he speed up, bringing you the most intense euphoric feeling you’d ever experienced in your life. You saw a flash of white light when your eyes screwed shut, you felt like your soul was leaving your body. Maybe that’s why the French called orgasms “the little death”. It crashed over you and you were drowning in ecstasy. When you came back down, Hoseok slowly pulled his fingers out, and leaned up to kiss your lips. You could barely breathe, let alone speak. He laughed at your disheveled state.

“That’s how I felt after you gave me the blowjob of a lifetime,” he winked.

“Remind me to do that more often,” you breathed out, “I kinda like the payback.”

“I do too,” he wiggled his eyebrows.

“I’m so fucking lucky to have you,” you gushed, crushing him in a hug.

“I’m the lucky one, babygirl,” he countered.

You grinned mischievously, biting down on his lip as he kissed you, riling him up again. You both spent the day making dirty memories in every room of the apartment, enjoying each other's company, and spending quality time together. You loved every second of it, and Hoseok did too. By the time the sun went down, you were both completely wrecked, falling asleep as soon as your heads hit the pillows. That night, you only dreamt happy dreams, about life with Hobi and how happy you were that he was yours.

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lixiefe · 4 years

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The Sins’ Aid

(Please do give me a feedback, this series feels like it shouldn’t be uploaded)

Episode 3: Wrath & Lust

↳ Summery: here

↳ Disclaimer: Yang Jeongin here is not a psychologically diagnosed depressed person. He just bears a weak mental capacity and extreme nervous system driven by anxiety. I’ve made him so solely for the sake of the story. I personally don’t see him like this. This Jeongin has no correlation with the Yang Jeongin whatsoever.

↳ Type and Warning: It’s like a self-building process of the main character from a feeble to a confident persona, paired with comedy and humor. Self indulgent, but I don’t think mc will appear any time soon. As for warnings, there are descriptions of anxiety or negative thoughts one can have, but they’re portrayed as funnily as my boring self can.

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{I will make sure to add the banner later on, tumblr was malfunctioning}

“I wreck shit”- Wrath.

“Don’t test me.”

Jeongin hears an orotund voice resonate in menacing strictness, a voice that made him abruptly halt at his feet. Felix's voice had been guttural enough, so deep and low adverb that it gave him chills. But the lad had been opposite to his rather peculiar voice, that Jeongin could comprehend. But not this one, not this terrifying, dangerous voice. Because it exuded not only fury, but also a strict warning, a connotation of repression.

If you don't stop, you're dead in their bare hands.

“I dare you, you horny shit. Do it again.”

Scary.

Rather than the horny shit, its Jeongin who's intimidated to the core, alive with breaths of frights in the wake of what seemed to be merciless death. Jeongin's even more terrified because the silhouette of the horny shit doesn't stop. He continues to annoy and aggravate the living tube lights out of the calm man.

The endurer sat on the sofa with his phone in his hand, legs propped up in a stylish manner and radiating a strong aura of deadly fury. The other doesn’t seem to bother, doesn't seem to falter either, because he keeps on vigorously massaging the other's cheeks, hands going round and round and in incessant circular motions and fingers tapping alltogether until-

Slap.

“YOU FUCKING SHIT, HERE'S WHERE I KILL--”

“Calm down, Seungminnie.” Greed of sin raises a hand in flat motions, fingers moving in gestures too fast for Jeongin to catch. But that doesn’t strain him from watching what on earth transpires. Jeongin’s eyes mimick the exact duplicate of his mom’s large saucepan, the one she harbored to cook 12 inch sizes of vanilla crepes.

Because the furious latter was inhibited as if he’d been constrained by a thousand chains, his forceful trials of escape resulting in nothing but vain. Mouth formed in a strong scowl, he only staggers against the innumerable force holding him back. His legs kick back in a force Jeongin’s never seen, veins evidencing the amount of physical power he’s unleashing. Jeongin can almost see the storm of red smoke incipient from his head and submerging around the top of his head like shadows of a mushroom headed combustion.

“I think he could be kept there for a few more minutes. Please don’t mind his rather odd first impression, his anger management is poor. There’s no danger as of now, he’s only in his embryonic stage.” Greed speaks, looking at Jeongin in an apologetic glimmer.

Em-embryonic stage? THIS?

Jeongin can’t help the shiver that runs up his legs and reduces his bones feeling like feeble sticks. If this was angry bird’s inchoate fury, how was the full- fledged angry bird like? Jeongin didn’t even want to think, because this was menacing enough; he didn’t want to picture a burned, dilapidated town seared till it’s sunk underground and depleted of the existence it had with swathes of delighted greenery. That’s exactly what it seemed to be the maximum point of angry bird. If not more.

And through the back of his eyes, the initiator of primary catastrophe is gone, not a trace of him to be seen in the anomalous atmosphere. The rat has left after ringing the bell around the throat of an over-infuriated cat who’s grown obsidian talons in place of nails and goblin feet in place of gray slippers.

T-talons?

shit.

Greed encourages Jeongin to walk further towards the supposed living area, the latter on the verge of loose motion, much shame to his newly adulthood. Jeongin’s scared shitless out of his mind, soul, heart and respectful pants. Teeth chattering behind his closed lips, he is immobile in his position.

He wishes for god’s favor to formulate a momentary medusa, for situational purposes, turn him into a lifeless stone and retrieve the medusa away. Because he doesn’t want the others to be transformed into stones.

“Come on, he means no harm,” Felix enunciates, pressing his hands against Jeongin’s back with little force, making the boy stumble forward with shivering feet. A loud, adverb sound of breaking wood jolted Jeongin out of his place as he jounced behind Sin of Greed in a fear Felix cannot compare. “Ah, poor choice of words I guess.” He sees Jeongin vigorously nod behind his fright-stricken fox eyes.

Jeongin closes his eyes in impenetrable grip, counting holy motherfuckers of annoying goats and woolen sweaters. The goat tosses over a sweater but goatie doesn’t like wool, so he shrugs it-

“Jeongin? That sounds like a tough name.”

Jeongin’s eyes immediately snap open, mostly triggered at the arrival of a new voice. Jeongin could surmise who’s voice it was, could guess on impulse that it was angry bird, but the voice was too calm, too soothing to belong to someone as raging as him. It was unbelievably pleasant to the ear; sonorous and tranquil with a streak of adenoidal wisps following behind. It was nothing like the furious, screaming aptitude of miles per hour, or the thunderbolts of cold fear oozing off of his mere nose.

“I am into some freaky shit” - Lust

“I beg to fucking differ,”

That’s when Jeongin looks up at another arrival. It was the same man from before, the same man extinct of basic human fear, the same exact demigod who skipped about angry bird’s ears.

But he hadn’t portrayed his best mischief, his annoying first impression. Instead, all Jeongin saw was another greek entity in the place of a human body in their glorious grandeur. With handsomely symmetrical bone structure and reddish frails falling upon his generous forehead, Jeongin’s eyes stopped dead in their tracks. Because, how can someone be this beautiful? He accumulated the most beautiful eyes ever seen in history, with profuse lashes women would envy and dark outlines around his flirtatious gaze; accompanied with this sword-sharp nose and pronounced upper lips, it all left the poor boy speechless.

Such beauty is unheard of.

“He looks like a pathetic definition of fragile.”

But alas, there was no beauty in his words. He probably was used to the undivided stare of the society, that he hadn’t even batted an eye at Jeongin’s intense leer. However, he did run his eyes from Jeongin’s top to bottom, not in the flirtatious way, not in the prominent hint of philander at first glance, but in absolute critical judgement, one that brought upon all insecurities Jeongin’s had and battled with the rude scrutiny the man provided.

“I could laugh at how he’s intimidated by your tiny anger Seungmin,”

Seungmin snicker, scowling at the offender, “He does look weaker than Pride’s fucking feet,” the nasally voice from before underrates. But Jeongin doesn’t have the surmountable courage to look at angry bird. He’s been much terrorized by red-head and he didn’t want another fright attack. Even though he doubts he’s stable from this swivel chair of fear and intimidation.

“Come on guys, don’t bully him. He’s nice,” Felix defends.

“And cute too, you guys stop.” Greed defends as well, heaving Jeongin by the arm as he forcefully lurches him to the front, straightening Jeongin’s bent back and draping an arm over his slump shoulders. It’s the most comfort Jeongin’s received in the past minutes of paranoia and mental death experience, the most amiable weight of arms he’s felt in a whole while.

“Come on fox eyes, introduce yourself.” Jeongin’s eyes flutter upwards for another glance, watching red-headed philanderer bite down on an apple, teeth sunken in with the lecherous reflection of his eyes.

Introduction has never been this hard..

“Should I do it for you?” Greed whispers under his ear, surprising the latter with unexpectancy. Jeongin would’ve definitely said yes, escaped from the hellish fear, and eloped the stress of speaking. But no, because apparently there wasn’t an option for that.

“Let the boy do it, his confidence level is pissing me off.” Seungmin sneered.

In all honesty, as much ominous as the boy sounded, his looks were nothing less than an irate puppy. Light brown locks of hair, monolid captivating eyes glossed by mere reflections of luminosity and overall attractive ratio, angry bird was the embodiment of flawless; except maybe the disparaging look and raised brows that whole-heartedly accompanied the other in judging the moon and back of Jeongin. This- was an entire house of ridiculously handsome individuals, that Jeongin was sure of.

“I-I am a freshman in ___ uni--”

“Un- necessary,” angry bird taunts in a scornful manner, tongue clicking against his mouth. He takes a few steps forward, feet level with red-head as the other dispassionately munched on the mysterious apple. Jeongin’s about to cower back and hide in the confines of Greed’s back, but the intrigued look of angry bird stops him. For one second, most of his fear dissipates away into thin air as the latter says, “Your name, lad.”

“Y-yang Jeongin.” He stutters. Angry bird gives him a nod of approval, reclining back as he sluggishly folds his arms above his chest.

Jeongin expresses relief through his nose, almost forgetting how Greed was still in contact with him; but he disregards it anyway. “Well, for the sake of formality, it’s nice to meet you. I am Kim Seungmin, the Sin of Wrath.” Seungmin says, a mixture of grace and poise splattered over his pronunciation.

No animals sin this time? Jeongin’s almost relived-baffled, but Greed’s arm tensing over his shoulders does not go unnoticed. In the short momentum of a suddenly perturbed Seungmin avoiding Greed’s eyes, the weight on his shoulder withdraws as Greed attempts to forward towards the other.

“Hi hello, not interested but Channie will get mad. I will do this for the sake of my iconic ass,” red-head speaks up, and Greed’s attention is instantly diverted, glaring the apple-eater with cursed red eyes, in metaphorical sense. Jeongin nearly laughs at red-head’s speech of his butt’s iconicity, and the mock endearment he used towards Greed.

His voice is sarcastic to the best, but still strangely mellifluous, pretty much too melodious for someone as foul-mouthed as him.

So Chan was his name. It sounds as friendly as his likeable demeanor.

“I am Lee Minho, Tarsier’s sin of Lust.” Red-head familiarizes, a sardonic bow following suit. Tarzier’s sin? Not as bad as the others, but again, an innocent animal turned into devilish entity. Cruel, too cruel. But Jeongin doesn’t complain anymore, because it was established that everyone in all modesty would have a heraldic animal attached to their intros.

“Seungmin, we don’t skip the emblem!” Chan scolds in a sickeningly sweet taunt, the said boy flinching with at the accusation. Much contrary to his intimidating impetus, he now sports the expression of semi-guilty prisoner, still in denial with the blame on his name.

Jeongin only watches with capricious eyes as Seungmin stumbles back due to an invisible hit, mouthing “OKAY! OKAY” as he surrenders immediately, palms up in defense.

“I’ll say it.”

“Then please do so.” The saccharine empathy is still there, but it’s more like nagging, more like a mother disciplining her impudent children; the fault: abandoning standard decorum. And Chan makes it sound exactly like that.

Constructive criticism of introduction, peculiar but not impossible.

Seungmin feet adjoin together, his heavy reluctance and will to wayward himself out of this multiplies by the second. He signs in ashamed compliance, most likely given up on the pride he’d held in himself. He looks about to yeet himself off of the floor, but not before the shame settles, not before he single handedly crushes his dignity into shards of glass.

At least he could be saved from Chan’s nagging.

“I-I am Chicken’s sin of Wrath.”

Chickens……..

could get angry?

What a hindrance to it’s name!

“Aha! Thank you for that, mister Wrath. Now, it’s almost dinner time. Do you mind joining us?” Chan turns toward Jeongin, the boy still in an existential shock in regards of wrath’s grand revelation. But Jeongin returns his gaze, meekly nodding as he mantles his senses behind his brain; mind in such a rush that he feels as if he’d slip away.

“Y-yes, sure.” He replies as a follow up, easing up as Chan offers him a tender smile. He almost looks funny, with the corners of his lips buried in his cheeks and mouth in a straight line, yet still smiling; a smile that emanated subtle playfulness and the comfort Jeongin’s subconsciously wanted.

“Yes! Let’s go!”

Chan cheers, sprinting into a cartoonish run to a certain direction. Before Jeongin knew it, greed was gone. Gone into a place he doubted he knows. The comfort, the supportive air is gone, drowned among the evaporation of different auras, namely a mix of the remaining sins’ sensations. The air is vaporized with a thrilling mishmash of angry smokes and impassivity; the other? Straight up strange. Of sheep’s stupidity or of absurd overthinking, Jeongin doesn’t know.

But he knows for sure, these three must not unite quite often.

“Umm, can you show me where he went?”

.....

(Came back to update......)

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