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7-wonders · 4 years

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Summary: As if being presented as the wife of the Antichrist to the most influential people in the world at an exclusive event wasn't enough for you to handle, Satan may have a special surprise in store for you as well.

Word Count: 3548

A/N: I have no excuse for not having updated for a month other than the fact that my senior thesis has taken up basically ALL of my time. Special thanks to @trelaney for all of your help on this (and every) chapter of Mad Love! Comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated. Enjoy!

The night after your first day of classes, Michael utters the words that you were hoping never to hear. It had been such a nice evening, too. You had finally worn Michael down enough about cooking that he agreed to let you cook dinner for an evening. It was just a simple meal, pasta and marinara that your dad used to always make, but it was familiar, and made you feel at home in a way you hadn’t yet while living at “Langdon Manor,” as you call it. Ending up on the couch with Michael, your head in his lap as he reads some business papers and strokes your hair, smiling every time you laugh at the videos on your phone (you’re saving Michael’s introduction to Vine and TikTok for another day), was the perfect way to end the night. Of course, he had to ruin it by opening his mouth.

“I think it’s time for you to attend an official Cooperative function with me,” Michael says. You look up at him in horror, of which he can’t quite tell is real or fake.

“Michael!” you groan, sitting up so you’re level with him.

“(Y/N)!” he mocks, refusing to back down. “We’ve been married for, what, seven months now?”

“Nearly eight,” you remark dryly.

“Over half of a year. And in the time of our marriage, you’ve never once met with the Cooperative. You haven’t engaged with my father’s congregation since our wedding.” Michael sees the look on your face as you prepare to make a snarky comment about the congregation, so he hurries to make his next point. “These are necessary duties that you, as the wife of the Antichrist, must undertake. Need I remind you of our ‘contract?’ You had agreed to attend Cooperative functions and meetings with me. That time, my love, has come.”

You bristle at the pet name (no matter how long you’ll be married to Michael, you’ll never come to be a fan of them), but ignore it for now. “I don’t want to do it.”

“I understand that. I don’t want to either, but it’s something that we both must do.”

“What do you mean, you ‘don’t want to do it?’ Being worshipped by these people and commanding a room aren’t things you enjoy?”

“It’s a part of the title my father bestowed upon me. There is...a certain beauty to being the one prophesied in ancient times, but the blind devotion that a lot of these influential members of society who have sold their souls in order to gain power is disgusting, in a way. I don’t quite enjoy having them fawn over me in the hopes that I’ll grant them favors of some kind.”

“So then why do you go to these events if you don’t like them?”

“It gives my father’s followers something tangible to worship. In a way, my existence lets them know that selling their souls was not in vain. I am proof that my father’s plans are coming to fruition.” Michael tentatively reaches his hand out, slowly grabbing yours when you don’t pull away. “So? Will you come?”

You roll your eyes. “I don’t really have a choice, do I?”

“I’m afraid not, but I figured I should at least ask you.” “Fine, but I don’t want to wear black to this thing. Or red. I want to be me, not the wife of the Antichrist.”

“You’re both, but I think we can work something out. The color scheme isn’t a requirement, merely...a suggestion.”

“A suggestion you make sure to enforce.” Standing up from the couch, your face softens slightly at the hurt look on Michael’s face. “I’m not mad, I’ve just gotta get some syllabus tests out of the way before I forget about them.”

“Don’t make plans for Friday, okay?” You nod, Michael kissing your hand before letting you leave for your room, where you proceed to sulk about having to go to a Satanist party while watching Netflix.

Friday arrives, much to your displeasure, bringing with it an army of stylists that the Cooperative has at its disposal. You somehow manage to stop them when they attempt to do your makeup heavily, conceding only to a semi-prominent eyeshadow look and lipstick. The dark pink, almost red shade goes with the one dress you didn’t automatically veto, a silky, emerald A-line dress with spaghetti straps that cinched at your waist before falling down to your ankles. The hairstylist, a man with platinum hair and the attitude to pull it off, had decided to leave your hair down after you had nearly yelled at him for trying some fancy updo. Looking in the mirror after they’ve forced you into a pair of heels, you have to admit that you do look pretty nice. It’s not a look that you would ever come up with yourself, but it suits you well.

Although Michael would never rush you, you’re sure he’s been waiting for a few minutes now. While his hair is always better than yours, his Antichrist powers probably provide him some extra minutes when it comes to getting ready. The stylists give you one last check before deeming you good to go, placing a clutch in your hands and ushering you out of your bedroom.

Michael’s waiting patiently in the foyer, idly checking his phone until he hears movement from the floor above. Pocketing the device, he glances up the stairs only for his eyes to widen as he fights to keep his jaw from dropping. You descend the stairs looking every bit the goddess he’s known you to be since the moment he laid eyes on you, and you smile shyly at his awed expression.

“Did they screw up that bad?” you joke, desperate to break him out of his stupor.

“No, you’re...stunning, (Y/N). Words could not possibly express just how beautiful you are.”

Your cheeks burn in embarrassment, and you gaze up at the ceiling to avoid looking him in the eyes. “Didn’t know you could be a sweet talker, Michael. Thanks. You clean up well yourself.”

He looks down at his outfit as if just now realizing he’s dressed. “I pale in comparison next to you.”

Considering he’s wearing a designer cloak and suit, you doubt that. Michael holds his arm out for you and you gratefully take it, ankles feeling weak from the heels that you’re in. Of course the Antichrist wouldn’t be rolling up to an event dedicated to him and his father in a car he’s driving, so the chauffeured vehicle is not a surprise.

Michael does an excellent job at distracting you on the drive to the classified location where the gala/event/rich people benefit will be held. Between playing you at 8 Ball on your phones--a game that he’s getting surprisingly good at--and debating you on the nuances of selling a person’s soul, you don’t realize you’ve arrived until the car comes to a stop.

“Just a moment,” Michael says to the driver, who puts the car in park and exits the vehicle, presumably so you and Michael can be alone. “Before we go in, there’s a few things you need to be aware of.”

“Please tell me there’s not going to be a human sacrifice in there,” you mutter.

“No sacrifices, I promise. I’ll handle most of the talking, but you might get a few questions from some curious members. Feel free to answer them if you would like, and if I deem their questions to be appropriate.”

“And if I don’t want to talk to them?”

“Just squeeze my hand and I’ll get rid of them.” Your eyes widen, and Michael chuckles before shaking his head. “Not like that, I’ll just tell them that they should enjoy the evening.”

“Anything else?”

“Cooperative members like to be very secretive about everything. Many who will be attending tonight are fine with fellow members knowing their identities, but some may be wearing masks. Don’t be alarmed at that, but definitely don’t ask them who they are.”

“Alright,” you smile. “I think I can handle that.”

“Oh, and don’t smile.”

“Don’t...smile?”

“While I love your smile, everyone here is beneath you. They’re not our friends, or people who deserve our kindness. Unless I smile, please try not to act friendly.”

“O--okay.” You’re less sure of yourself now, and it obviously shows as Michael takes your hand.

“Hey, you’re going to do great.”

“And if I don’t?”

Michael shakes his head. “Impossible. Are you ready?”

“No, but let’s go.” The door of the car swings open, the chauffeur innately knowing when Michael’s ready. He climbs out ahead of you and helps you out, making sure you’re not going to trip over your own feet before he lets go of your waist.

You grab his arm tightly as he leads you inside of what looks like some lavish country club. Two stoic guards stand on either side of the main entrance, staring straight ahead like you’re walking into Buckingham Palace. It’s difficult to hide your shock when you see the petite figure of Ms. Mead standing in the entryway, dark lips turned up in a smile.

“Ms. Mead,” Michael greets, kissing the woman who’s like his mother on the cheek.

She smiles, patting his face lovingly. “My sweet boy,” she says before turning to you, “and you look lovely as well, (Y/N).”

“Um, thank you?” You’re a little apprehensive, considering the last time you saw her, she stuck a needle in your neck.

“They’re ready to begin, Michael.” He nods, giving Ms. Mead one last smile before moving away with you.

“She didn’t seem to be nearly as angry as she usually is,” you note.

“She probably needs a new upgrade.” At your bewildered look, Michael elaborates. “The real Ms. Mead was taken from me by some enemies who believed that killing her would give them the chance to ‘convert’ me to good. The Ms. Mead you see today, and that you saw the night of our wedding, is an AI copy.”

“Holy shit, she’s a robot?”

Michael cringes at the term, but nods. “Yes, basically.”

A flurry of activity signifies that the Cooperative is ready for the son of their Lord to make his grand entrance. Michael looks you over once more, waiting until he’s absolutely sure that you’re ready to face his followers before he nods once to signal that you’re both ready. The voices that fill the room spill out once the doors are opened, Michael giving you hardly a moment to get nervous before walking in with you.

The voices fall silent when the doors open, eyes cast eagerly to Michael and, by extension, you. There’s two long tables that stretch the length of the room, chairs on either side of each one. A smaller table sits raised on a platform at the other end of the room, just big enough for two ornate chairs. Michael squeezes your hand, providing a much-needed grounding tool as you try not to look like your eyes are darting around the room.

Michael was right about some of the Cooperative members; their silver masks reflect the light of the room off of the surface, their entire faces obscured from view. Some of the members who decide not to mask their identity are not surprising to see here (you’re pretty sure you would have been more surprised if Donald Trump wasn’t a member of the Cooperative), but others make you internally squeal from excitement. Although Jared Leto’s always seemed like an intense guy, you didn’t think he was the type of person to have sold his soul to the Devil.

The room remains standing until you and Michael have taken your places at the table in front of everyone. Even after they sit, Michael’s firm hand keeps you from taking a seat. If he’s standing, you guess you’re standing as well.

To anybody watching from afar, Michael’s face is unreadable. Having spent so much time with him, however, you watch as something akin to a mask descends across his features. The Michael that you know--awkward, easily excited, and passionate to a fault--is gone, replaced by someone distant, perpetually angry, who knows for a fact that everyone here is beneath him.

“Welcome, esteemed members of the Cooperative. We are gathered here tonight at the request of my father, who wishes for me to convey to you his plans as we move ever closer to our end goal. As many of you are aware, plans are being drawn up for the Outposts and the Sanctuary, which is where everyone here, along with others who we deem valuable to the continuation of life on Earth, will ride out the end of the world.”

At this, you feel the blood run from your face. Although you’ve known that Michael, as the Antichrist, had plans to end the world on behalf of Satan, it’s jarring to hear him talk about it so plainly. If you’re being honest, you had almost forgotten that the apocalypse was a thing. After getting over being kidnapped to be his bride, you and Michael have become friends. Plus, it’s not as if he talks about Armageddon in front of you. This is the first you’re hearing, in detail, of his plans.

Next to you, Michael is still talking. “--I encourage you all to not worry too much, as we still have a couple of years, at least, until the world can be remade in Satan’s image with the cleansing fire of nuclear bombs. I imagine you may have a few questions. If they are not ignorant, answers you can learn from your colleagues, or flat-out stupid, then please feel free to ask.”

There’s a small murmur from the crowd as Cooperative members converse about the timeline, Michael narrowing his eyes at those in front of him. A couple of people raise their hands, asking questions about fortifications and possible side effects of fallout, which Michael answers effortlessly. It seems as though he’s been prepped on these possible questions, but you wouldn’t be too surprised if this was stuff he just inherently knew.

“Last, before you return to your cocktails and various material pleasures,” Michael squeezes your hand, and you look at him before realizing he wants you to be a part of whatever he’s saying, “my father had revealed to me a woman, who was meant to serve as my consort and stand by my side. Eight months ago, his wish was fulfilled when I married (Y/N), who stands here with me today. Everything else regarding our coupling is none of your goddamn business. Anything else?”

The room is dead silent, everyone being too petrified of their savior to even think of saying anything.

“Wonderful. Please, enjoy the rest of your evening with the bounties that Satan has provided us.” It takes a moment for the room to go back to normal, but you let out a sigh of relief when all of the pairs of eyes are off of you.

“Can we sit down now?” you whisper to Michael, who immediately nods and pulls your chair out for you.

“What did you think?” Michael’s eyes are wide and eager for your approval.

“If I didn’t know you, I would have been terrified of you.”

Michael smiles. “Good, that’s what I was going for.”

“Whoa, is that--” you’re ready to point out two very prominent celebrities doing coke off of each other when Michael shakes his head.

“Remember, these people are beneath you. You can be excited but don’t show it.”

“Fine,” you huff, “but why are people just doing drugs and kissing each other? That seems a little too crazy, even for a room full of Satanist celebrities.”

“Satan preaches giving into any of your desires. Even if it’s material things that only provide fleeting moments of what they believe to be pleasure, my father encourages it. I don’t enjoy watching these activities take place at every single Cooperative meeting, but as long as it doesn’t get out of hand, I don’t put a stop to it.”

There’s so many more questions that you want to ask him about the members of the Cooperative, but a couple of those said members approaching the table to pay their respects to the Antichrist cuts the conversation short. You play the part of the dutiful wife for Michael, greeting his followers and listening to the dull conversations of people starstruck to be in front of their messiah. It’s extremely easy to get overwhelmed in a situation like this, and you seize your chance during a slight lull after nearly an hour of talking to people.

“Michael,” you say gently, “I’m going to go and get some air.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just wanna go outside for a minute and check my phone.” Michael nods, kissing the back of your hand before letting go so that you can stand up.

The lobby’s much less crowded than the room you just came out of; a few stray Cooperative members linger and wait staff are in and out, but other than that you’re basically alone. You already feel like you can breathe again, a weight being lifted off of your chest now that you’re away from so many curious, intimidating people. Feeling how cold it is outside, you adapt your original plan and choose to sit on one of the benches inside instead.

There’s not much going on this Friday night, you notice as you check your phone. Everybody’s still getting back into the swing of school, and most of your friends opted to stay in and treat themselves instead of going out. You wish you were at home right now, snuggled up in a large blanket with your cat curled up next to you.

(You ignore the thought of Michael being there too, sitting on the other end of the couch and trying to get the cat to sit by him instead of you).

“Drink, ma’am?” Looking up from your phone, you see a waitress smiling and holding a tray with a single drink on it out towards you.

“Oh, I don’t know.” You’re unsure of what to do, Michael not having instructed you on whether you could or couldn’t drink at this event.

“It’s our house special tonight! And as you can see, it’s the last one I have.”

The drink, a red cocktail in a tall glass, does look pretty appealing, and one drink would surely help you to get through the rest of the night. “Mm, might as well! It’s only one drink, and I’m not a lightweight.”

Laughing lightly, the waitress hands you the cocktail. “Enjoy!”

“Thank you!”

She turns the corner, which means you’re not able to see as her eyes turn pitch black and her body starts convulsing. The waitress collapses to the ground as black smoke pours out of her mouth, ears, and nose, dissipating into the air just as quickly as it left her body. After a moment, the waitress stands back up, looking extremely disoriented as she grabs her tray and unsteadily walks towards the kitchen.

Sniffing the cocktail to make sure you’re not downing something especially disgusting, you’re instead greeted by the pleasant scent of cinnamon and apples. You shrug before taking a hesitant sip, happily finding that the drink tastes just as good as it smells. It’s almost better than any other cocktail you’ve previously tried, and you find yourself thinking that you’ll have to find the waitress and ask her for the name of this cocktail as you continue to consume the addictive drink. You’re enjoying your moment of solitude, sitting on your phone and enjoying a drink, so much that you don’t realize something’s wrong until it’s too late.

It starts with a slight ache in your head, followed by a ringing in your ears that begins to drown out any background noise. You feel dizzy, and drop your phone so you can place a hand on the bench to steady yourself. Your eyes can’t focus on anything, the walls seeming to morph in front of you as you close your eyes to assuage the nausea.

“Was I drugged?” you mutter to yourself, attempting to stand up but barely straightening your legs before you fall back down to your seat. “Maybe I should find Michael.”

The moment you think of Michael, it’s as if explosions start to rock your brain. You can’t think, and the ringing in your ears reverberates until it’s the only thing you can hear. All of your senses are gone, replaced by the pain of a thousand jackhammers in your head.

The explosions disappear just as quickly as they appeared, leaving you confused and disoriented. Everything feels off, like the world’s tilted before righting itself once more, but overcorrecting in the process. Trying to remember what you were doing before your sudden headache, the only thing you can come up with is Michael.

The name brings a smile to your face as your heart starts to beat quickly. Michael, the love of your life and your other half. What are you doing out here, when he’s in there by himself? You stand to return to him, the entire time not being able to shake the feeling that something’s extremely wrong.

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Thanksgiving Prompt #1 - Anwar and Nadia Short

Thanksgiving Prompt #2 - Trevor and his Mother

Thanksgiving Prompt #3 - Elinore, Elias, and Symone Belmont

Thanksgiving Prompt #4 - Avina and Asra

Thanksgiving Prompt #5 - Clair doesn’t like eating flour.

Thanksgiving Prompt #6 - Ophelia and Lucio

Thanksgiving Prompt #8 - Leandra and Belinda

Thanksgiving Prompt #9 - Dean and Cas

Thanksgiving Prompt #10 - Geralt and Dandelion

Christmas 2019

Feliz Navidad a Los Muertos - Javier is missing what used to be his home.

Winterfest Prompt #1 - Jaskier has a habit of predicting things.

Winterfest Prompt #2 - Nadia and Anwar curl up in front of the fireplace.

Winterfest Prompt #3 - Lillian brings gifts for everyone.

Winterfest Prompt #4 - Bakugo returns home to a surprise.

Winterfest Prompt #5 - Arthur is running from bounty hunters.

Winterfest Prompt #6 - Emi and Shouta are just trying to take a picture

Winterfest Prompt #7 - Monica and Portia are baking some cookies.

Winterfest Prompt #8 - Trevor is doing something a little out of the ordinary.

Winterfest Prompt #9 - Alm has an idea to take Celica away.

Winterfest Prompt #10 - Geralt doesn’t want to ice skate with Jaskier.

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You know you gotta elaborate on that dick pic hc right like pls don’t tease me like that 🅱️ls

Well, since you said 🅱️ls...

Nothing too graphic, so no cut, but there’s still dicks going on lol

You felt like a piece of shit.

Your best friend, a kind, amazing girl you had known since you were a child, had done a lot for you over the years. She was only concerned, you knew, and you couldn’t blame her, but she had gone through a lot of trouble for you and you couldn’t even appreciate her efforts fully.

Standing awkwardly in the corner of the crowded room, you fiddled with the hem of the skirt you wore, tugging it down self consciously. It wasn’t all that short, really, but it felt like it. A Halloween party was the last place you wanted to be right now, let alone in a cheap, plasticy outfit hilariously labeled ‘sexy psycho’. It was a poor excuse for a costume, an uncomfortably tight skirt and half sized button up in bright orange, complete with fake bloodstains and a little rubber knife. You had dropped the knife almost immediately upon entering the party, but now you held your phone in one hand and a watered down drink in the other, texting rapidly with half an eye on the screen.

You didn’t want to be here, but you did want to be a good friend, for all that was worth, and she had insisted on your attendance, paying for your ticket herself, getting you into an exclusive party and not taking no for an answer. This whole event was agreed to under the pretense of ‘spending time together’, but it quickly became apparent that your friend was more concerned with who else you were spending your time with.

“Hey, he’s cute,” she yelled over the music, poking you in the ribs to draw your attention away from your phone. “Go talk to him, he’s looking at you.”

“Who?” You ask, still firing off a message as quickly as you can while typing with only your thumb.

“The guy in the big, feathery hat thing. Look, right there.”

“Uh-huh, gimme a second.”

“Who are you texting?” She sounded a little pissed, which wasn’t unreasonable considering the price she had paid to get your unsocial ass in here. She leans over your shoulder, trying to get a look at your screen, so you quickly turn it off, tucking it down the front of your ridiculously orange top.

“No one,” you say with a strained smile. “Now what hat did you want me to see?”

She frowns at you, eyeing the place where you hid your phone suspiciously. “You’re acting weird. You said you aren’t dating anyone, I thought you’d appreciate a night out. I mean, it’s been a while.” She gives you another rough nudge and a wink and you laugh nervously in response.

There wasn’t a good way to tell someone who cared about you that you had pretty much moved a serial killer into your apartment and weren’t really on the market anymore. That kind of thing tends to create worry and questions, neither of which you need anymore of.

Your phone buzzes loudly from beneath your shirt and she watches you for a moment, daring you with a glare to respond. You fidget in place, wanting to reach for it but you can’t have her seeing what’s on the screen either. You already know what the message contains, and that would probably be just as hard to explain as anything else she’s wondering about you right now.

“Alright, I’m going to get another drink and check in to see if that shitty emo band is through yet, then you’re going to enjoy this damn party if I have to make you. Get all that texting shit out of your system while I’m gone.”

You wait until you see her disappear into the crowd before finally digging your phone out of your bra, unlocking the screen to open your messages.

Yep, just like you thought.

Fuck off or that shits going on the internet, you type, message popping up under a horribly composed dick pic. Obviously he was taking these one handed, but that was no excuse for poor quality. Two more blurry pictures pop up before you can type anything else and you roll your eyes. You regretted making the joke that had started this trend of his, knowing you brought it on yourself by introducing him to it.

It’s Halloween shouldn’t you be off murdering ppl or something

You tuck your phone away again after that, taking a few sips from your drink and trying to stop a grin from spreading over your face when it buzzed rapidly with multiple new messages. It was really hilarious how easy it was to get under his skin sometimes. There were quite a few awful costumes imitating the dreaded ‘Shape’ walking around the party, and you had been quick to snap a photo of the worst one you could find.

Found a new boyfriend lol, was all you had said, along with the snap of the person wearing the misshapen mask. It was amazingly low quality, all cheap rubber and crazy, unstyled hair that was entirely the wrong color, but apparently it was still enough to set him off.

You see no sign of your friend returning yet, so you sneak another look at your phone when you realize it’s been a few minutes since the last one. Half a dozen more pictures, each looking more and more frantic and desperate, greet you once you click on your messages, but it’s the most recent one that catches your eye.

“Oh great,” you mutter under your breath, finger hovering over the screen. “He’s figured out how to take videos.”

Glancing around you can see that you’re nice and alone in your corner, but you bite your lip nervously. You can’t say you don’t want to see the video, because you can feel your stomach clenching at the thought of it, but it’s one thing to sneak peeks at pictures and another to play a video. You wait a bit, but decide that you can’t just not watch it. Another look around confirms you’re as alone as you can be with this many people in a room, so you hurry to slide down the volume, just in case, and press play.

You were right when you guessed the previous pictures looked desperate, watching him buck hurriedly into the tight grip of his hand, cock swollen and pink. His movements quickly turn jerky and rough, and you desperately want to inch up the volume to see if you can hear any groans or hisses as cum spills over his fingers. The video is only a few seconds long, just enough to make you frustrated when it ends, and you huff to yourself. This was supposed to be annoying for him, not you.

“Woah, who’s dick is that?” You turn with a scream, drowned out by the music, nearly dropping your phone.

“No wonder you were so interested in your phone, you freak.” Her tone is teasing and friendly, almost congratulatory, a big grin on her face, but you feel your face turn hot and red under her gaze.

“You weren’t supposed to see that!”

“Well, no duh, or they’d be sending that shit to me. Feel free to pass that dude my number, though.”

You don’t think you can be any more embarrassed, but your wish is granted almost immediately when your phone dings again. You lock eyes with your friend, seeing her grin widen, and you go to put your phone away before she can ask.

“Aw, c’mon, let’s see how the movie ends,” she laughs, tugging at the sleeve of your shirt playfully. “I gotta know what happens!”

“You’re so embarrassing!” You complain, pulling away.

“No, really, I wanna see round two!”

“Oh my god! You’re shameless!”

“Hey, I ain’t the one getting hit up with homemade porn here!”

Your phone buzzes again, drawing another laugh from your friend, who seems to be genuinely delighted by how embarrassed you are.

“Go on and look, I ain’t judging you. Tell him to knock it off though, I paid good money for your ticket so you’re getting drunk tonight if nothing else!”

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” You murmur, slinking off with your friend giving you a knowing grin and wink as you rush towards the nearest door.

It’s not a bathroom, just the entrance to a small hallway meant for staff members, but you’ll take what you can get right now. You sit your unfinished drink on the floor, sure that your weak nerves don’t need anymore alcohol after that. Your face is uncomfortably hot and you can feel sweat running down your back as you lean against the wall, grasping your phone in one hand but not yet looking at the screen.

Okay, things were a little out of hand here, and now you had to explain away the person sending you graphic videos and dick pics to your best friend, but it was salvageable. You could fix it! Getting naughty texts from someone doesn’t mean you’re expected to introduce them to your family or anything, you can play it off as a one time thing. No one needs to know about the serial killer in your apartment.

With a few calming breaths you finally open your phone. You feel better now, realizing how insignificant the slip up was, but that comes crashing down as you see the three new photos you’ve been sent, each one a blurry and poorly lit shot of you from just moments before, taken from a distance and slowly moving closer. Well, okay, this was honestly something you should have seen coming considering the fact that he’s snuck up on you like this before, but never somewhere so crowded or public.

And what if he killed someone? It was Halloween after all, and that was his whole thing, and while you were a little less concerned for random club goers, your best friend was out there, not knowing any of this. You went back into the packed club in a rush, swinging open the door and running straight into a solid chest.

“Oh, hi.”

Michael looks down at you from behind the mask and you just know you look flustered and guilty. You glance around nervously, concerned that he might draw attention, but he isn’t very out of place at a costume party, much less one where there are multiple other ‘Michaels’ running around.

“So, uh, just so you know, the whole murdering thing is off limits right now,” you hiss, grabbing a handful of his sleeve and pulling him behind you, heading away from where you had last seen your friend. “Nothing personal, but I just can’t have that shit happening right now.”

You find a secluded spot by the actual entrance to the bathrooms, ushering him into the bit of cover provided by a merchandise stand that had yet to be filled out.

“What are you doing in here?” You whisper, far enough away from the music that it won’t cover your voice. “Those tickets are pricey, how did you get in?”

He looks down and you follow his gaze to the very real and very bloody knife in his hands. You yelp, grabbing his wrist and pulling it between the two of you to hide the weapon.

“You can’t have that in here! And no more stabbing,” you stop, and reconsider your words. “Or anything else fatal.” You amend, giving him a firm glare that you’re sure won’t stop him at all if that’s what he wants to do.

“Yo, am I interrupting you guys? Cause I kinda hope I am!”

You look around Michael with wide eyes to see your friend standing there, a big smirk on her face and a drink in each hand. You realize with a pang of horror how things must look from her view point, a big man standing over you in a dark corner, your hands hidden between your bodies-

“No, you’re not interrupting!” You nearly scream the words in your panic, wrenching the knife from Michael’s hand and dropping it carefully behind the merch table. He lets you take the weapon, turning as you do to face your friend, who’s smile widens at the sight of his ‘costume’.

“Holy shit, great get up dude, that’s the best mask I’ve seen all night!” She looks him up and down, presumably to take in the rest of his attire, but you know her well enough to realize she’s probably gearing up a flirty one liner. “So, you two know each other then?”

You’re a little thrown off, not sure what excuse you can come up with on the spot for her question, but Michael beats you to it.

“Boyfriend.” He rasps, and you’re not sure whether his voice or his answer throws you off more. You look at him in awe, mouth open in surprise. Your friend looks stunned as well, but for a different reason.

“Ohh, really,” She says, giving you a sly look. “So is he…?”

She makes a crude pumping motion with her hand and you’re absolutely sure that if it was possible to die of embarrassment that this would be the finishing blow. Michael watches her hand, and when she looks to you both for confirmation he gives her a slow nod. She cackles loudly, clapping her hands together in glee.

“Oh, why didn’t you tell me you were dating someone?! He’s hilarious, too!” She passes one of her drinks to you to free up a hand, waving it around in her excitement. “Where have you been hiding him, girl? What’s your name?”

The last one is directed at Michael, and you give him a moment to see if he’ll speak again, but apparently that was a one time deal because he remains silent. You speak up before the silence turns awkward, an evil little smile on your face.

Grabbing his wrist with your hand, you lean against his arm and answer, “His name’s Audrey.”

#Slashers #Michael Myers #Slasher x Reader #Female Reader #further proof that michael is a thot #as if we didnt all know #he has no shame lol

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Precure Day 166

Episode: Yes! Precure 5 18 - “Bombarded! Karen’s Private Life” Date watched: 23 December 2019 Original air date: 3 June 2007 Screenshots: https://imgur.com/a/ZG2NYcH Transformation Gallery: https://imgur.com/a/6k6SzS0 Project info and master list of posts: http://tinyurl.com/PCDabout

ah yes the perfect disguise

Mika wants to interview Karen at home for the paper, and ends up learning a lot more about both of them than she probably anticipated. Shenanigans ensue! Let’s take a look!

The Plot

Masuko Mika approaches Karen at lunch, showing her a huge pile of requests that the Cinq Lumieres Times has received requesting to know more about the Student Council President’s home life. Karen wants to do it at the school, but Mika insists that the interview be done at Karen’s house, to get a better sense of how she spends her free time.

Meanwhile at Nightmare HQ, Bunbee gaslights Arachnea’s lackluster performance and she mutters something about using her full power the next time. You know, the usual banter. I only include these interactions in the summaries because sometimes they advance the plot.

That Sunday, Mika shows up at Karen’s mansion and is blown away by its size.

The appropriate reaction, honestly

Karen greets her in casual clothes and assures her that her home life isn’t that different from anybody else’s, which Mika doubts. Jiiya, the butler, asks if Mika will be the only representative from the paper that day, to which she nervously responds that the paper has a lot going on. She takes in the sights of the mansion as Karen leads her to the back patio, where they sit down at a tea table for the interview. Mika begins to ask Karen how she likes to relax when she’s not doing student council work, but their solitude is interrupted by a series of butlers carrying tea, treats, and condiments. Karen quickly recognizes these butlers in their identical bad wigs as being her friends, who have come to see how the interview goes.

She grows increasingly flustered and excuses herself from the table to go chew out the other girls for interrupting and distracting her, but they say they just want to make sure she doesn’t blab about Precure. (Let’s be real she’s about the least likely of them all to spill that secret). Karen escorts Mika to the greenhouse to continue the interview, where she remarks that maintaining the plants is a lot of work but if she doesn’t do it, nobody else will. (Hmm, that sounds familiar) Notably, MIka’s glasses fog up from the humidity, and as she takes them off to clean them she mistakes a nearby plant for Karen.

the resemblance is truly uncanny

Unfortunately, Nozomi and co decide to hide out in various spots of the greenhouse wearing goofy disguises to mess with Karen. Mika comments to herself on how surprisingly discomposed she is, not seeing the other girls, as they leave the greenhouse. Meanwhile, Arachnea shows up, looking for trouble.

Out in the garden gazebo, the interview continues. Mika asks when Karen feels relaxed, and as the other girls pop up from behind a hedge with signs cheering her on, she says that she feels relaxed when she’s finally alone. At that moment, Jiiya shows up with some cream puffs for everybody, and Nozomi, Rin, Urara, and Komachi quickly come out of hiding to chow down, surprising Mika. At this point, Karen snaps at them, chewing them out for coming over uninvited and interrupting her private interview.

vimeo

Mika is surprised to see this side of her, and mulls it over while Karen escorts the other four off her property. Jiiya confides in Mika that Karen has gotten a lot more lively since meeting those four, and she feels she can be open and honest with them. Mika admits to herself that she’s a little jealous of Karen’s friendships.

Arachnea manages to lure Mika back to the greenhouse, and the girls notice her heading in there after they catch a pinky, so they follow her in to find that Arachnea has transformed it into a steamy, overgrown bog and has the journalist trapped in a giant pitcher plant. The villainess turns a decorative jar into a Kowaina, which jumps towards the girls and just happens to bump Mika on the way, knocking her glasses off. Nozomi leads the group in transforming, not caring that they may be seen. They try to attack the monster, but it is extremely nimble, jumping around on frog-like legs, and it avoids their attacks. Some quick thinking by Lemonade frees Mika from her trap, and Aqua carries her to safety, telling her to run away. Instead, she takes pictures of the battle unfolding behind her as best she can. While this was going on, Arachnea managed to get the other four girls into a puddle of quicksand or really thick mud, where they start drowning and can’t escape. Aqua punches Arachnea out of the way and performs Aqua Stream on the mud pit, turning it into water that the girls can float in. She then turns her rage to the spider woman, berating her for putting her friends in danger, and that despite their tendency to impose on people, they are her precious friends! Lemonade realizes they need to slow the Kowaina’s movements to defeat it, so once again Aqua comes through with a plan. She again charges at Arachnea, baiting her into using her webs, and then dodges out of the way so the webs latch onto the kowaina’s leg, stopping it from moving around. Dream performs her attack and Arachnea retreats, not wanting to fight a pissed off Aqua. The greenhouse returns to normal, and Cure Aqua returns Mika’s glasses to her, but by the time she puts them on and turns to face her saviors, they have disappeared.

The five friends walk back to the front entrance of the mansion, worried about the contents of the next day’s newspaper, sure that their secret will be spilled. Mika returns to school, fully prepared to write about this fantastic encounter. However, she runs into Otaka, who is getting some exterior work done on her stand, and when she shows her the pictures, Otaka asks if she got permission from these girls to write about them, which Mika obviously didn’t. The lunch lady and secret school principal reminds her that, as a good journalist, she should keep her subjects’ feelings in mind.

The next day, the girls are all surprised to find that the headline in the paper is exactly what was promised: the expose on Karen. It details how her friends came over and caused a fuss, and her own shocked expression, and a quote from Jiiya about how she’s brightened up thanks to them. At the very bottom is a request for an interview with Precure 5, but no pictures or anything are included. While Nozomi and Urara try to figure out what to wear for this interview, Karen just looks over and smiles at her goofy friends as the episode fades to black.

The Analysis

There are two big takeaways from this episode. The first, most obvious one, is that Karen’s mild-mannered, reserved appearance belies someone who is easily frustrated when things don’t go her way. We kinda knew this already, but now her real self is being seen by more people. She loses her composure pretty easily, and squabbles with her friends, but it’s because they are friends that she’s able to let down her guard and act like this with them. They’re a bunch of goofs and she loves them, as much as they may drive her crazy. It really sheds light on how Karen has grown since we met her.

To be fair to her, the other girls are being abnormally goofy. It’s almost like they’re intentionally trying to sabotage her interview, or a similar phenomenon to when you’re on an important phone call and your friends make a ruckus in the background to make it sound like things are out of control wherever you are. We get some great moments of comedy out of them, starting with the butler disguises with bad wigs and their hair sticking out, to the animal outfits in the greenhouse (see the gallery), culminating in these signs they make right before the cream puffs come out. It’s like they egg each other on into more and more extreme gags to try to get Karen to mess up. It reminds you that these are still children.

Nozomi’s sign is on-brand

The other, more subtle but more interesting, observation is something I have suspected for a while now: Masuko Mika seems to be the only member of the Newspaper Club. We’ve never seen anybody else, the paper seems to exclusively publish stories of personal interest to her, by her, and today she dodged the matter of being alone by saying the paper was busy. She implies but doesn’t outright state that there are other people who are on other projects, which appears to be a misleading lie. Later, when she reflects on what Jiiya told her about Karen’s friendship, she says she’s jealous, implying she has no friends of her own, certainly none that she can be as close with as Karen is with Nozomi and co. It’s been so long since I watched this series that i honestly don’t remember how this plays out, and I’m eager to refresh my memory. Come to think of it, I don’t remember her appearing in GoGo at all, but we’ll cross that bridge next year.

Her choice to respect the cures’ identities was a good one and it shows how she has also developed since we first met her. Mika, originally, was only kept from writing about the Precures because she ran into a hot guy (Nuts) which instantly distracted her. She gave no consideration to their thoughts on the matter, even when they requested to not be written about. It took some prodding from Otaka, but this time she chose simply to ask for a formal interview. They will almost certainly not grant her that, but it’s mature of her to do that and it shows that she’s improving as a journalist.

This does raise the question of whether Otaka knows about the girls, at least that there is something going on in the school, because she seems nonplussed by the notion of superheroes in the city. However, she could just be dismissing them as cosplayers or local heroes or something to that effect. I wouldn’t mind a little more insight into this matter.

This episode has a couple other little details that I like. It gives Mika an occasion to take off her glasses for a moment, and we see through her eyes just how weak her vision really is. This is a setup for later in the episode, when she loses her glasses while kidnapped, and can’t clearly see the girls transform into Precure or the ensuing fight, which inadvertently protects their identities. It’s convenient but they did establish her poor eyesight in advance, which I thought was clever.

And speaking of Mika again, she gets a lovely reference in this one that I don’t believe I noticed before. When she’s doing her introduction, she does the original Kamen Rider transformation pose.

She did the whole arm sweep so it’s not just a coincidence. It’s not the first and certainly not the last Kamen Rider reference in Precure, but it was funny because the scene otherwise has nothing to do with tokusatsu.

Another minor point of note: We get see Karen use her Pinky Catch for its so-named purpose, and by extension, we finally know what her instrument is: a violin. To recap: Nozomi: triangle. Rin: horn, Urara: harp, Komachi: flute, Karen: violin. Together they make up the world’s strangest band.

The last subject I want to touch on is less to do with the show itself, and more the translation. I..... kinda don’t like it. It helps to understand the troubled history of getting Yes 5 fully subtitled in order to really understand my complaint, so if you want to learn more, check out my post on the status blog, but you don’t have to.

So what’s my complaint? The meme subs.

The term “alternative fact” didn’t enter the general lexicon until 2017, it should not exist in a show from 2007. I can tolerate meme subs to an extent, but anachronistic translations of period dialog just drive me up the wall. Her statement, “Sonna koto nai desho ga!” is a pretty straightforward denial which could be written as “No I’m not” or “That’s not true”, and the purposeful inclusion of a meme from 10 years after this show aired annoys me and takes me out of the experience.

In a more positive note, this episode has some excellent facial expressions and you should check them out in the gallery.

EDIT: Whoops I forgot to write about the summer uniforms.

It’s almost a color inversion of the winter uniform. The socks are now white (they were black), the dress is dark purple with white stripes on the hem of the skirt, compared to the pale lavender with dark purple stripes, and the jacket is white instead of dark purple, with a lavender collar (winter is white). The cuffs are now the same color as the rest of the jacket instead of being the color of the dress, and therefore the stripes have to be a third color (in this case they match the collar instead of the jacket) so that’s a change. I’m honestly underwhelmed by it. The summer uniform is usually a short-sleeved blouse with no overcoat because of the warmer weather, whereas this is essentially a pallet swap. It looks fine but it doesn’t make me think “oh, it’s summer and the weather is warmer now.”

Next time, Urara is being stalked.... by her family? Look forward to it!

Pink Precure Catchphrase Count: 0 Kettei!

#Precure #Pretty Cure #Yes! Precure 5 #YPC518 #PCD166

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things to do in San Francisco

Like any other huge city, San Francisco has its charm of typical evening fare: theatre and performing arts, night clubs, fine dining, and many more. But what happens if you don’t like those typical after-hours pursuits or are traveling with your family? Never feel fear, there are still plenty of things to do in San Francisco after the sun sets down. Here’s a list of our 18 favorite things.

from the San Francisco Bay Bridge See the Bay Lights

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At sunset, the utilitarian San Francisco Bay Bridge turns into a sparkling, LED lights. See from the Embarcadero between the Ferry Building and the bridge or look down towards the rays coming from the top of Telegraph Hill’s (Coit Tower).

Try a Drink at a Ritzy Hotel Bar

Ritz Carlton San Francisco

Kick-off the all your event at the swanky, swoon-worthy JCB Tasting Lounge at the Ritz Carlton Hotel. The jewel box of lounge seats about a dozen people in an eye-popping setting of gold and black, animal prints, and glittering crystal.

Order a glass of passionate, flirt over the flamboyant, sensual (and oh-so-yummy) No. 69 Pinot Noir or provocative No. 9 sparkling wine. When this area fills up all their Baccarat crystal glasses, they will not accept another single person, no matter how much you beg. Make a prior reservation to avoid disappointment.

For a breath view from slightly less opulent surroundings, you can’t beat the Top of the Mark at the Mark Hopkins Hotel.

Take an Evening Tour

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Guided tour doesn’t stop when the sun sets down; The San Francisco Night Tour with Vantigo will leads you around the city in a cute, van that seats six people. In 2 hours, you’ll see the city at its sparkly, best. Wine and Beer included at a reasonable price. On a Local Taste of the City tour, you’ll taste the city’s best coffee, Dim Sum, and other foods on a 2 hours culinary tour.

See a Baseball Game

Nighttime baseball games are fun traditions, but the Giants’ expansive ballpark is enjoyable. take a hot dog and beer and join in on the fun, The team also hosts different special events throughout the summer Must Read

See Alcatraz at Night

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Touring Alcatraz during the day may be hot, cramped, and take away from valuable sightseeing time elsewhere. But visiting the storied prison at night expands your sightseeing time and gives you a complete chance to experience the special activities and programs that could not be offered during the day time. You are the only group on the island, which can add to this unique tour’s slightly mysterious charm.

We Players

Every modern city has theaters, nightclubs, movie houses, and symphonies. You will find them all in San Francisco Instead, check out We Players, which stages site-integrated performances in dramatic outdoor locations.

Go to the Marin Headlands

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NATURAL ATTRACTIONS

If you are interested in capturing more breathtaking sunset pictures, this picture was taken from the Marin Headlands from the northwest edge of the Golden Gate Bridge. These city lights behind the bridge are stunning.

Visit Treasure Island for This View

Treasure Island is the best place in the town to watch the city lights at sunset. The small island is fun to explore during the day, but you won’t believe the pictures you’ll click once the sun falls below the horizon every night. To go there, take the Bay Bridge toward Oakland and exit halfway across.

Photograph the Transamerica Building at Night

Whether you love or hate it, the iconic Transamerica Building has always had a unique profile in the town. You can take some of San Francisco’s most iconic clicks by shooting it from one of the city’s

hilltops.

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Walk Along Pier 7

A bit is hidden from other tourist spots in San Francisco; you’ll find Pier 7 along the waterfront between Broadway and Washington Street. A short walk gives a beautiful city lights view, and there are many benches to sit, relax, and enjoy San Francisco evening, crowdfree.

Go to the top of Coit Tower

if you head to the top of historic Telegraph Hill, where you’ll find San Francisco’s 210 feet Coit Tower. The ground floor of the tower has beautiful colorful murals painted by local artists, while the top-level depicts you stunning views of the glittering skyline. This view is similar to that you can see from the highest of the parking garage above the police station on Vallejo Street

Take a Segway Tour

An evening tour is more fun than you can imagine, with the San Francisco Electric Tour Company. The trips begin in the Chinatown and cover the Embarcadero and Little Italy

Take a Quiet Walk Through Chinatown

As the sun goes down, Chinatown slowly turns into a ghost town. Few people walk through it, never seem to look up to watch all the neon-lit signs or the glowing, against the twilight blue sky. Don’t be dull like others; just take the short walk along Grant Avenue from Bush Street to Columbus just after the sunset. And don’t forget to look up.

Discover Something New With Goldstar

a unique California-based company, Goldstar, calls itself an “event discovery service.” It means you can buy discounted tickets to sporting events, theatre performances, tours, and many more. Recent offerings included comedy performances and Golden Gate Bridge champagne tour on a schooner.

Go Ghost-Hunting

San Francisco (Ghost Hunt) promises to explain to you San Francisco’s most notorious ghosts on a lantern-lighted walk through Pacific Heights.

Christian Cagigal lead the Tours, a Bay Area magician

See the Speakeasy

Not confuse with a brewery the same name that is now closed. Speakeasy is an immersive performance experience, that means that you do not just watch, you also participate. You might be in a short public scene or get a private, one to one encounter with a performer. Or something entirely different might happen. That’s the fun of it.More Articular

See a Concert at the Fillmore

in 1954 this historic concert venue opened and has hosted the likes of the Led Zeppelin, Grateful Dead, The Who, and others. The landmark venue Geary Boulevard still showcases both rock legends and up-and-comers, making it a uniquely San Franciscan way to spend an evening

Go to a Museum

Many of San Francisco’s best museums offers late night entrance at least once in a week, Every Thursday from 6 to 10 p.m.The California Academy of Sciences offers late-night admission, while the de Young Museum, one of the city’s best art museums, is open late on Friday from 5:30 to 8:45 p.m. Most museum’s late-night hours include exclusive talks and performances and sometimes even food and drink.

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Night Swim | Chatzy Log

Katell, Magnus and Coe. Katell has a realization that rocks her world.

Katell: Katell didn't often swim. She found the bathing suits revealing and as a Seelie court Fae on an island of sexual deviants, that could spell trouble. Night time, however, when all the others had gathered in clubs and bars, was when she felt safe to swim and enjoy the cool water on her skin. She laid back, looking up at her beloved stars in the silence.

Magnus: One of the great things about having his own place next to the ocean was that he could head down to the beach whenever he wanted. Heading down to the beach in just his shorts, Magnus chuckled as he saw a familiar figure floating in the water. "Well, well, well. I didn't expect to see anyone on the beach this late."

Katell: Katell gasped as she found her footing on the sandy bottom. Her arms instinctually wrapped around her chest and stomach as if she'd been caught naked rather than in her recently purchased bikini. Her eyes locked on to her new teacher and she felt her heart race the way it always did in class, a class she wasn't doing very well in. "W-what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at your club?" she asked in a breathless voice

Magnus: With a grin on his face, Magnus shrugged as he slipped into the water, feel the warm water on his skin. His eyebrow cocked upwards when he sawt her try to cover herself like she was naked. "I don't spend every night at my club. Besides, it's a nice night to go skinny dipping."t

Katell: "Skinny dipping?" She questioned incredulously. "Will that be on the next test then?" She questioned with a bit of sass. He'd been kind to her before and she respected his authority as a King, but Katell was still a little bitter that she was forced to take yet another class that she was near failing. A class that set her cheeks aflame and her heart to race at the scandal of it all.

Magnus: A quick laugh and Magnus shrugged. "I wasn't planning on it but I suppose I could make it an extra credit assignment." He remembered that she wasn't doing well in his class, but he kind of expected it from her.

Katell: "Very funny," she spoke and had the audacity to roll her eyes... at a King no less. One could watch her expression change as she realized what she'd done. She bowed her head and told herself to stow her attitude, she had manners after all. With her head still bowed, she lifted her eyes to his majesty, hoping to see if he'd noticed or felt disrespected in any way.

Magnus: Magnus snorted a laugh and shook his head, a grin on his face despite her attitude. He had always been amused whenever she caught an attitude with him considering how formal she tried to act around him. "How have you been Katell?"

Katell: "I've been..." she wanted to say fine but Fae could not lie. "... shaken. I'm taking a new dance program, and now your class. I swear, the earth shattering changes just never stop coming in this place." Her eyes looked over him, so at ease in the same place that had her so on edge. "What about you?" Maybe she could figure out his secret.

Magnus: "What's wrong with my class?" Magnus asked, confused for a moment. He tried to keep things fairly equal in his class, never picking someone to the exclusion of everyone else.

Katell: "The topic is...." She bit her lip before explaining. She wanted to say that it wasn't proper talk for a duchess but in reality, she hadn't been with anyone or even felt her own hands since May of last year. She was pent up, by her own protest, but the class wasn't helping. Her things squeezed together at the thought. "I just wish I wasn't forced to discuss and listen to such salacious conversations."

Magnus: His eyebrow rose as he waited for her to explain to him her opinion of his class. "Salacious conversations huh? Tell me Katell, how long have you been at the Institute?"

Katell: "A year and 4 months," she answered, a little unsure where he was going with his questioning.

Magnus: "So in 16 months, you still have not yet come to grips with what this island is about?" Magnus asked, his eyebrow rising incredulously. "The fact that you cannot seem t hold a discussion about these topics without wishing to have it into the dark recesses of your mind is part of why my class is so important."

Katell: "I know what the island is about, but I didn't ask for that. I thought I was getting a diploma and a way into the mortal workforce. Otherwise I would never have come here." She sighed and tried to explain. "I just... I don't indulge in that discussion as acts like that can cause rumour and scandal, things I avoid at all costs. It's why my protest is..." Katell stopped. She'd never admitted to anyone that she was holding her own protest. She blushed and wished she could take back those words. If she was asked about them, she couldn't lie.

Coe: Coe wasn't sure what it was about the beach, but sometimes when he was having a restless night it just calmed him down. He never really slept, being a hellhound, but it let him relax when he needed it. But when he realized that he wasn't the only one here, Coe smirked and waved. "Hello!"

Katell: Katell's gaze lifted to the distraction from her verbal blunder. Thank the realms! Although her arms tightened a bit more where they wrapped around her own body, at least this could distract from her accidental admission.

Magnus: "Look, I get it. You were exiled from the one thing you knew and thrust into a world that didnt make sense to you. Unfortunately, if you're gonna make it in the mortal world, you need to stop acting like you're still a Fae noble." His head cocked to the side at her comment. "Your protest?" Looking up, Magnus nodded to the newcomer. "Hi."

Coe: Coe felt like he interrupted the conversation when he entered and he ran a hand through his hair. "Ah. Um. Do you need me to go?" He pointed a thumb over his shoulder. "I feel like this is a serious conversation. I hope I'm not intruding."

Katell: "But I'm not going to be here forever, I'm going to go back home and whatever I do here could ruin that. I can't live for the now, I have to live for my future." She winced a bit when he questioned her protest. "I... I swore to myself that.... that I wouldn't... find.... release..." before she could admit anymore she latched onto Coe's entrance. "No, it's fine. We weren't discussing anything important."

Coe: Coe smiled when he saw Katell. "It seems like whenever we see each other, we aren't completely dressed. Hi Katell. I hope you've been well." He said as he walked towards them into the water.

Katell: "Right," she remembered the lack of attire when they'd met during the Winter break. She was beginning to deeply regret buying the bikini but she'd little money for herself and it was a costly option. "We were just discussing the new class Magnus is teaching," not a great segue away from her admission of celibacy, but she didn't have a better idea.

Coe: Coe nodded. "And you still look just as good as before. I like it." He gave her his normal goofy smile. "It looks amazing on you." Coe nodded. "Ah yes. That's why he looks familiar. I knew I've seen you somewhere. Hello Professor." He held his hand out. "Nice to officially meet you and not just see you in class." Coe smiled. "I'm Coe."

Magnus: Magnus raised an eyebrow at Katell and shook his head in exasperation. "You are missing the point of the class dear, but then I suppose I can't be too surprised. Most people do." Turning to the newcomer, Magnus nodded his head in greeting. "Hello Coe. Please, call me Magnus. I don't worry about titles in settings like this."

Katell: Katell bowed her head at Magnus' words. She was missing the point of a lot of things it seemed. Everyone she spoke to these days was telling her how wrong her approach was. It was wearing on her a bit. How could they all agree she was wrong?

Coe: Coe nodded. "Nice to meet you, Magnus." He corrected himself. "I've had fun in the class. It's been really helpful. I like it. If that is any consolation." He shrugged.

Magnus: Chuckling, Magnus nodded. "Well, I try to make it both fun and informative. I figure if I can make the topic more fun then I might actually get some real information to sneak in."

Katell: "Real information?" Katell asked, quieter than before. What real information could come from learning the difference between a foot fetish and a hand fetish?

Coe: Coe nodded. "I would say so. I've never done anything before I came here, and I've learned a lot. Definitely been a helpful course. I've had a lot more fun recently."

Magnus: Nodding his head, Magnus smiled. "Yes. The whole point of my Sex and Kink class is to teach proper kink so that hopefully proper techniques will be applied and there will be less injuries amongst the grant students."

Katell: "Abstinence would do the same thing, wouldn't it?" It was working in her favour at least. She'd been 8 months without orgasm herself. Then again, all of her friends would likely have told her the opposite.

Coe: Coe shrugged. "I would assume even if you were abstinent here, it would come in handy at any point in your life. Even if you left the island, it could come in handy if there is anything you ever want to try with a willing partner."

Katell: That was a good point. She wasn't just living for the future, she was living for one goal in her future. "Still, its just... so much to take in..."

Coe: Coe smiled and grabbed her hand, giving it a squeeze. "Even if you are choosing to be abstinent, as hard as it is while here, I would say it's still something to try to at least soak in the information. Better to at least have the knowledge, than not have it at all."

Magnus: "I'm not teaching abstinence. The idea of trying to rely solely on abstinence as any kind of control factor is outright ridiculous."

Katell: It shocked her how easily he called out her little game, and Magnus putting down her plans brought her near to tears in a way she'd never been on the island before. "So what, I'm just supposed to lose myself in the arms of anyone who wants me? Jeopardize my future to survive in a place I don't even want to be?" She bit her lip to stop herself from crying in frustration. "What if my court finds out I'm sleeping around on a sex slave island?" She honestly didn't know what they'd do but she often had nightmares about them finding out which usually ended in the loss of her title and eternal banishment.

Coe: Coe knew how hard it was to be abstinent, but he wasn't one to talk. He liked sex and it was something he discovered with himself once he got here. And it seemed like a lot of people wanted him in that way. So if it made others happy, he didn't mind sleeping with them. He loved it. But he sympathized. He didn't want anyone to do anything they didn't want to. Though that wasn't what this island was about. So he kept ahold of her hand as she got frustrated and gave her hand a squeeze. "That sounds tough. But it also sounds like you're putting a lot of faith in things you can't control. And it seems like those who you belong to outside of the island control you just as much as this island does. Why choose either?" He asked curiously. "I've chosen my happiness. And it has seemed to help. Myself is more important than anyone trying to control me."

Katell: "I don't belong to-" her tongue stopped her, unable to tell a lie. Of course she belonged to someone. She belonged to the Seelie Court. She lived for them in every aspect of her life. They had as much control over her as the collar around her neck. Her shoulders sank and the arms that were wrapped around her fell away, one hand remaining in Coe's. She felt defeated as she saw just how long she'd lived with chains around her.

Coe: Coe pulled her into his arms and gave her a tight hug, like he was trying to hide her away. Like he was trying to block her from being seen from anyone. It seemed like there was many issues at play here and sex was just one of the factors. He rubbed her back with one of his hands. "It's okay."

Magnus: "Did you not chose to come to this school?" Magnus asked quietly, trying to tamp down his natural aggression. "I'm not trying to say you chose to be a sex slave, but last I knew the Institute was not in the habit of kidnapping people and forcing them to come to the island. You may not have wanted to leave the court, but you were made to leave and you chose to come here instead." Dunking his head in the water, he pushed his hair back out of his face before continuing. "As for what your court does or does not know, I think you have a mistaken idea of what they will or will not be ok with. The Seelie Courts are not the mortal royal courts for as much as the royals try to emulate the Fae." He could see that this was not a topic Katell was interested in talking about and so shook his head. "It seems my presence has upset you so I will bid you both good evening."

Katell: Katell hardly felt the embrace at first, she felt tricked, lied to and betrayed by the last people she held dear in her life. Would everyone she cared for only use her in the end. Eventually she registered his comforting and gave Coe a short hug back. All the while Magnus spoke and made her feel even stupider for her choices.

"No, It's fine. I'm the one who should go. I..." she had some thinking to do over this and perhaps some tears that she didn't want to shed in front of anyone else. She gently removed Coe's arms and gave both of them a head nod before heading out of the water, grabbing her things from the beach and heading off. She needed to assess so much now.

#chatzy #log #Magnus #Coe

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nekumiko · 6 years

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Don’t Fall for Fiction

Fandom: Bangtan Sonyeondan (BTS)

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Rated: G

Words: 3425

Series: She Dreamt, She Wrote

Summary: Jimin falling in love with you too is but a dream.

Have you ever wished to dive into the universe of a certain book?

The book club she joined sure promises to grant that wish – literally.

Well, kind of.

It’s better described as an exclusive, more advanced Virtual Reality café that specializes on letting its members live in worlds that books create – a process they call “Reading”. Old and new books, in a supernatural location or just set in a different country, you could visit them all. And whether you finish the book’s timeline or unfortunately die in the middle of it (or more unluckily, in the beginning), you are guaranteed multiple chances for a do-over.

And just like the experience of reading a book, you are allowed to take breaks. You get directed to stops – “bookmarks,” as the club members would call them – that are separate from the book universes. Accessible from the drop-down menu you can conjure with a specific swipe of the hand and a direct command to the brain, bookmarks house small societies that give you the comfort and entertainment you need to prep you for the next book, or calm you down as the climax approaches. The catch, though, is that you can’t fall asleep in there. Otherwise, you wake up back to the real world – your progress in your current book universe won’t be disrupted, but you can never return to that bookmark again.

She had joined the book club as a beta-tester – thus earning a privilege to pay discounted fees – in high school, and while she skipped a half year of Reading to focus on her studies, she’s become active again well after she graduated. Life is harsh, so she had decided to put off college until she gets enough money saved for tuition. But since she just can’t get a decent job yet, Reading has become a form of stress relief.

Hence, she is being assigned her fifth bookmark this year. She has never messed up this much, and she’s not even one to break rules. But hard times have been coming at her left and right lately, so she just can’t help but fall asleep because of the comforting bookmark societies.

She enters a garden. To her left is a patio of a white mansion where, as if on cue, three girls emerge to greet her.

Julie, Jessie, and Jenny introduce themselves as sisters (despite the varying hair colors and very different facial structures) and chat her up as they lead her to the living room, where all the other ‘sisters’ are lounging on the big, white leather couches. Everyone’s clad in cocktail dresses and donning heavy makeup (despite the afternoon sun still shining from the floor-to-ceiling windows), and laid out on the glass coffee table are a few bottles of wine and a plate of sliced cheese.

Having decided to visit before she starts on a new book, she had come in only sweatpants and a shirt – not the attire she would’ve had in the book universe she was about to enter.

She had never been a part of a sorority, much less attended any high-class party at all. But these girls are so welcoming and easy to talk to, that she doesn’t feel inferior at all. They even ask if she wants to be dolled up, and at her “yes, if it’s not too much of a bother,” they lead her upstairs and into a walk-in closet. She however opts for light makeup, for she is not supposed to stay here long today.

She returns downstairs and back out the patio, because most of the girls had decided to get some sun into their system.

And sitting on a white garden chair is a new addition to the group – so out of place but at the same time isn’t – wearing a light blue hoodie and clutching a handheld game console of the same color.

“Jimin!” Jenny, the sister she’s been shadowing, calls out to the boy.

The boy stops laughing and turns to them, his black hair almost concealing his eyes. “Oh, hello!” He smiles softly and waves at her, then pronounces her name as if confirming if he’s gotten it right. As she nods, he turns his head towards the sisters. “Why didn’t you tell me it’s today?”

“It’s not like we know if a day had already passed here, don’t we?” one of them replies.

She is given the chair next to Jimin’s. Their conversations continue, mostly about her and the book universes she had visited, as programmed. But she just can’t help but steal glances at the only male in the group, who, after learning her name, had returned to his game. From time to time, though, he quips short comments and participates in back-and-forth banter, surprisingly keeping up.

Alas, the sisters decide to retreat to the living room and put some music that would brighten up the forever-afternoon. It is then that Jessie taps her shoulder to ask, “Are you perhaps infatuated by our little brother?”

Of course. He’s a very attractive guy, with permanently rosy cheeks contrasting with his laid-back demeanor, a cute laugh, and a smile that makes his eyes disappear. And, well, she’d once read that a guy would sit or stand facing you when they’re interested in you, and Jimin is doing exactly that right now, albeit only lifting his eyes every now and then to look at anyone else but her.

Jessie doesn’t wait for an answer and instead pulls her to her feet. “Look, I know we are fun company, but you also have some Reading to do. Jimin, do you mind?”

“Hm?” Jimin immediately pauses his game and looks up. Understanding Jessie’s gestures, he nods and pockets his console. “Sure.” He smirks as he locks eyes with her for only the second time that day, holding out his arm for her to link with. “I’ll walk you.”

It’s not customary to spend more time in bookmarks than in actual book universes. Everyone’s too busy with living in their books than socializing with people modeled after actual persons in the real world. The idea has been conceived as weird – borderline creepy – but it seems like she alone finds it interesting. And so, she really tries to befriend them. She would even try her best to find these people in the real world, yet her circumstances would prevent her from making good progress.

And that’s also why it’s very heartbreaking for her to be blocked from a bookmark forever, just for the club’s sole reason of having a variety.

A month later, she had lived through three books while simultaneously visiting the garden patio bookmark. She had become good friends with Jimin. He’s still usually immersed in his game, rarely ever seen without his console. Personally, she would find this rude, but since this is Jimin, she could make exceptions. Besides, it’s not like he ignores her. He could answer any question she raises and respond whenever needed without losing a round.

One day, for the first time since she came there, time becomes… slow.

Scratch that.

It’s gotten boring.

She doesn’t drink wine, claiming it would make her feel drowsy after a long day of Reading. And the conversations can sometimes be repetitive. The music is fit to her tastes, but even that could get dragging.

She feels a nudge on her shoulder.

“Don’t sleep,” Jimin grins at her.

“I won’t.”

“Sure.”

She playfully rolls her eyes, then turns to look at the sisters. “I don’t want to be re-assigned again. I don’t want to never see you guys anymore.”

Jimin hums. “That’s good. I also don’t want that.”

She gives him a side-glance to find that he isn’t smirking.

He’s staring at her intently. “D-do you want to go upstairs?”

She fake-gasps. “Park Jimin, what are you planning to do?”

He visibly blushes, but proceeds to pull her up from the couch. “Come on.”

“Very pushy, huh? I didn’t even say yes.”

“Oh?” one of the sisters notices the sudden movement of the only people sitting around. “Getting impatient, Jiminie?”

“Shut up,” he mutters, not letting go of her hand. When Jimin turns back to her however, his expression had become apologetic. “Sorry, we don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

She laughs. “Nah, I’m just kidding.” She then waves at the curious girls and leads the way to the stairs. Once out of earshot, she whispers to the boy, “I think you’re more fun company today, anyway.”

He puts an arm around her shoulders when they reach the top of the stairs. But maybe that’s just because she had headed straight to the right of the hallway, when Jimin’s room is actually at the left side.

“Why is your room so dim?” she asks when they sit by Jimin’s study desk.

“So I could sleep.”

“Won’t it be dangerous for me, then?”

“My skills will keep you awake, I promise you.” Jimin wiggles his brows at her.

She scoffs. “Okay, then. Show me what you’ve got.”

True enough, Jimin’s technique at the game has her mesmerized. It is some sort of rhythm game, and because of his high level, he now has the ability to slow the song down and catch the otherwise impossible notes, then resume his fast taps once that boost ends. And that’s just one of many skills in one of many games.

But already she’s exclaiming, “That’s amazing, Jimin!”

“Pfft. That’s what I’ve been doing all this time!”

Her hands reach out to tickle his sides as she coos, “And you seem to forget it’s my first time to see you play, huh? Huh? Huh?”

Jimin’s smug expression instantly gives way to his eye smile, his giggles resounding through the dim room.

She realizes what she’s doing, then, and stops. Yet when she tries to pull away, she finds herself getting propelled closer to him, face consequently smushing against Jimin’s chest.

Her muffled whines make him chuckle as he wraps an arm around her waist to secure her in place.

They stay silent for a while.

“Don’t sleep,” he then gently reminds her.

“I won’t.”

Yet he feels her getting heavier. “Hey.”

“I… I don’t want to leave.”

“Well, if you’re really tired today, I’ll walk you to the entrance so you could go back to your world. Instead of risking falling asleep here.”

“But Jimin, I don’t want to leave.”

“We still have tomorrow. Or later, once you wake up refreshed. You’re always free to come back here. You know that, right?”

She shakes her head. “You don’t understand. I don’t want to leave anymore. I just want to stay here with you.”

Jimin gently says her name.

“I know it sounds crazy, but that’s what I feel.”

“And I feel the same way. Or maybe that means we’re both crazy?”

She laughs, and then pauses. Of course. He’d say something like that because he’s programmed to comfort a Reader. “Would you miss me if I go forever?”

“Yes, of course.”

“But what if I retire from the club?”

“Then you’ll have to ask the creators to model a character after you, and then put her here. So when we get the next Reader, they won’t fall in love with me, because I’m already taken.”

“You are not my boyfriend.” She smiles when he laughs, snuggling closer and holding her tongue from voicing out her doubts. “And besides, that won’t be me.”

“That’s okay, because you will find me in the real world anyway.”

“How can you be so sure? I’ve told you I’ve never been successful with that.”

Jimin lifts her chin up and leans forward until their foreheads touch, staring at her in the eyes again so intently. “Trust me, baby.”

Then, filled with a foreboding feeling, they do the most reasonable thing to do at this moment. The feather-light kisses were soft and gentle, but at the same time, filled with need and sadness. With each firm but short smack, two hearts crack, even if she believes only one of them actually beats. Alas, she breaks away and hides her face back on his shoulder.

“You can stay,” Jimin says after a few short seconds, as if he had to break out of a daze first. He kisses the top of her head.

“And you can continue your game.”

“Ah, yes, you are going to make me level down, I swear.”

“I didn’t know I’m distracting you that much.”

“Ever since the first day, sweetie.”

She wraps her arms around him and pinches his side. “Stop those pet names. You’ll make me fall in love.”

“Aren’t you already?”

“Game. Now.” She presses START.

Jimin yelps in surprise. “Jagi! Don’t ever do that!” But the game master is back in his element, so it’s not really difficult for him to clear a round. He lightly squeezes her arm when he does.

She only smiles. “Keep playing.”

“Alright, just one last game for you. Then I’ll walk you to the entrance, okay?”

“Okay.”

Before he presses START, he leans down to press a soft kiss on her nose. “I love you.”

Her eyes widen, and then she smiles again. “That’s nice to hear.”

Jimin raises a brow.

“I love you too.”

He smiles back then straightens up, turning back to his game.

Jimin is warm. So warm and comfortable. The warmth she needs everyday. The warmth that tells her everything would be okay. The warmth she needs to feel to forget all her worries even for a short while.

“Oh no,” she says once she opens her eyes to the darkness of the VR headset.

She quits the day after.

Reading is fun, but she has to face the real world. She has to save up, get back to school, and pursue an actual career.

But of course, since it is her last day, she takes the risk of asking if she could: 1) request to add a character in a bookmark; 2) be used as a model for said character to be put in a bookmark of her choice; and 3) ask for more information about a Park Jimin.

Surprisingly, the first two requests are actually possible, and she isn’t even questioned why. Apparently, the time a user spends in book universes and bookmarks is monitored. She just now discovers that when they give her its final tally, which determines how much would be refunded from her annual membership fee.

She would have flushed out of embarrassment, but she’s more focused on how they’d answer her third request – the riskiest one, because it would invade the actual Park Jimin’s privacy.

Instead, she is given a weird look, even laughed at. The girl at the counter turns to the programmer behind her and says, “Hey, someone finally got Park freaking Jimin’s bookmark! I still can’t believe you made one!”

Now is the time to blush, maybe more intensely because this adds to her earlier embarrassment.

“Have you been living under a rock?”

“Huh?”

“Just search him up. For sure, you’d know all you need.”

And that’s how she spent the rest of the week – listening to Bangtan Sonyeondan’s songs right from the very first era (of course getting drawn to Jimin’s sweet voice and high notes), watching performances (muffling her squeals when he lifts and RIPS his shirt off) and Bangtan Bombs (her stomach aching from all the laughs and her heart melting from all the solo Jimin moments), and even joining the fancafe (but never once had the courage to reply to Jimin’s posts).

She’s gotten more smitten, but at the same time, anxious. This Jimin is not the one she had met and hung out with in the fictional white mansion. This is a real person, who has emotions and a mind of his own.

His plump lips are not the same ones she kissed. He is not the Jimin who told her that he loves her.

He is not her Jimin.

That week she had apparently planned to use for job-hunting is only salvaged by her mother knocking on her bedroom door to mention a nearby café currently short of people manning the counter.

“You would love to work there, I swear,” her mother says.

And why wouldn’t she? One side of the cafe is practically a shrine for Jimin, the walls and shelves filled with lots of knickknacks owned by the guy – One Piece figurines, the HipHop Monster version of himself, a doll of himself, his drawings, official signed albums and posters, framed and non-framed pictures (of course, there has to be one of him lifting his shirt up). There’s also a wall for fans to stick Post-it messages for him.

It’s a café owned by Jimin’s dad.

Her experience as a part-timer in cafés before had helped her easily score the position, to which she is very grateful. Not only does she get to gaze at the Jimin memorabilia during breaks, Mr. Park – the very proud father – also has a lot of stories about his son (she also gets teased a bit, for she’s not exactly good at hiding her crush).

She doesn’t know if she’d last here before she even gets to see Jimin in person, considering his too-busy schedule and her stroke of bad luck in workplaces, but she’d be lying if she said she’s not hopeful.

Then one night after her shift, she hears an unfamiliar – yet also very familiar – voice float from the counter and into the staff room she’s currently in.

“Can I stay he – oh.”

She freezes.

Park Jimin, clad in a simple shirt-and-jeans ensemble and a beanie hiding what she presumes to be his new hair color, is in the same room with her, breathing the same air as her. The real Park Jimin in the flesh, just a few meters from where her feet are rooted in place.

“Hi,” he waves then pronounces her name in a way that’s very nostalgic for her. “You’re the new employee, right?”

She could only nod.

He tries to avert his eyes. “And I… uh, heard that you… well, like m- BTS. Yeah, you like our group.”

“I…”

At the sound of her voice, Jimin looks back at her quite expectantly.

“I… finally found you.”

Jimin’s eyes grow wide. “Woah, hey, um…”

“Jimin.” She tries to wipe her free-flowing tears away. “It’s you. It’s really you.”

“Y-yes, it’s me?” Seeing no sign of her stopping from crying anytime soon, Jimin quickly closes their distance to stand right in front of her, his pretty bare face and tufts of orange hair peeking out of the beanie now at plain sight. “Are you okay?”

She starts to sob.

Jimin panics even more, feeling his pockets for a handkerchief. He steps even closer to gently dry her tears. “Please don’t cry.”

She eventually quiets down, comforted and startled by how much this Jimin’s warmth is so similar to the same one she’d been engulfed in a week ago.

Jimin smiles at her. “It’s okay. It’s not everyday you get to see your favorite idol right in front of you.”

She giggles. It’s a good thing he mistook her tears for a fangirl’s outburst.

“To be fair, I’m also a little nervous. It’s not a usual thing for me to meet a fan just by myself… ah, I’m sorry. You work here and I should treat you as an employee and I—“

“It’s okay.” She smiles. If that is so, anything he says would be unpracticed and straight from his very own heart and mind, right? “I’m the one who made things weird, so I’m sorry about that. How about we just start over?”

The crease in his brows disappears and he takes a deep breath. “Okay. I’m Jimin. And no, I’m not the idol! Everyone says I look so much like him. Do you think so, too?”

She merely rolls her eyes, but her smile stays, if not growing wider.

He chuckles, his eyes flashing an emotion she can’t decipher yet, before he continues, “And you are?”

She tells him her name. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Again.

Who knows if finding Jimin in the real world means their fates are intertwined, or if this may just be their first and last time seeing each other? Mixing up fiction and reality can be dangerous. But a dream-like moment such as this is something she knows she’d treasure forever.

Not all kinds of love are meant to be reciprocated nor made known, but at this one point in her life, Jimin only sees her. And somehow, that is enough.

#park jimin x reader #jimin x reader #bts fanfic #bangtan fanfic #virtual reality fic #semi-inspired by SAO #she dreamt she wrote #nekumiko's she dreamt she wrote #nekumiko

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sabineelectricheart · 3 years

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Vassalization

Summary: That woman is his, and he is prepared to do whatever is necessary to prove it.

Rating: R - Content features heavy themes. Not suitable for most audiences. Consult warnings before proceeding.

Graphic depictions of rape. Reader discretion is highly advised.

Words: 4800

Notes: Idk, man, it’s Easter Even. God’s dead, we killed him and everything is permitted.

He is not certain when it had started.

In fact, if pressed, Sylvain might have said it had been birthed the first time he had seen her, a few Moons ago. Her blue hair smelling of flowers, the sturdy, black breastplate, the short skirt, the legs covered with lace and the navel not covered at all. Her mercenary outfit was absolutely delectable. A shame Seteth insisted in more decorum within the academy walls.

Perhaps.

Then again, perhaps it had been part of him since his first breath, lying dormant, waiting until she was near enough to touch in order to fully awaken. Something of a savage nature, passed down through his blood since Gautier himself. The original sin of all men of his family, what shuts them out from the Blue Sea Star since the beginning of time.

Again, he was not sure.

Even though he could not recall exactly when it had started, he knew what it was: it was an ache branded deep in his marrow, an ache that made him…Thirsty. Ravenous.

The ache had a name: Byleth Eisner. The Professor.

He had tried to control it. Suppress it. Because he knew, dammit he knew, whether it be by her father’s hand or the Church’s holy sword, he would be flayed alive if anyone discovered his need for someone like her.

However, this knowledge did nothing to remedy the situation, much to the contrary. Concealing it only fed the hunger that consumed him.

*_*_*_*_*

A cacophony of perfumes and colognes, mixed with the damp of the main hall and the smell of wet stone, pressed in on him like bodies of the students themselves, leaving Sylvain nauseated and longing for a bath.

As he turned away from the crush of people, Sylvain’s breath caught.

The Professor was striding down the hallway toward the staircase and the Church’s administrative offices, chatting nonchalantly with that bird-like voice of hers, quiet but musical, with Ferdinand von Aegir and Lorenz Gloucester, oblivious to all around her save her two student companions.

Her azure hair, resemblant of the field on his nation’s flag, fell like silk on her generous chest, caressing what little skin showed from the circular cleavage of the boring, grey dress’. He could not help but regret the fact she did not teach the Blue Lions, as it is clear for any to see how meant she is to be of the Kingdom’s.

Perhaps not the whole Kingdom, perhaps she ought to belong to Gautier, exclusively. Better yet, to be the jewel on the Margrave’s diadem. That should entice the greed of every House in Fódlan, but such a precious sapphire would know its place.

Sylvain felt himself salivate.

Her boisterous hair formed a brilliant halo around her face; her robes fluttered behind her as if they were admirers too awed by her beauty to dare caress her skin. No matter the hour, no matter what she wore, the Professor would dominate every thought he had and every woman he fucked would only be a pale imitation.

By necessity, she slowed as she approached. In order to watch her better, he slipped off to the side of the swarm of students congregating just outside the bridge’s gate. Just as she moved past him, Raphael Kirsten collided into her from behind, sending her careening to him.

“Sorry, Professor!” The blond meathead called, as he ran ahead, not stopping to check on the damage made. “Lunch hour, gotta run!”

“My apologies, Sylvain.” She said, wincing as she glanced up at the redhead with her hands flat against his chest.

The green flecks in her eyes momentarily stunned him into silence, as if he was in the presence of a mystical being, an envoy of the Goddess herself. The Professor had never once spoken to him privately, and she certainly had never touched him before.

Sylvain felt as if he might suffocate.

“’s okay.” He managed before she backed away and vanished back into the crowd.

The loss of her touch crippled him so fully, he thought he would die.

*_*_*_*_*

The next few weeks were a blur of reliving the moment her hands had made contact with his chest.

Sylvain even found himself beginning to think of her as Byleth, now that they had spoken.

Every day, just as the lunch bell tolled through the monastery, he positioned himself exactly where she had been pushed into his arms, but every day, without the Golden Deer brute bumping into her, she seemed to squeeze by without even the briefest of touch.

It was irritating. Did she not know of his need to hold her?

*_*_*_*_*

The Dining Hall echoed with the clicking of forks against plates and the buzz of breakfast conversation. The smell of the rashers permeated the warm air, and all was well: Byleth was seated at the third table from the right, sixteen seats from the front, and Sylvain could see her easily.

Does Byleth like rashers? How is it that I don’t know whether she likes rashers or not? Sylvain pursed his lips, annoyed with himself. She seemed to prefer toast, but he thought that toast might simply be her breakfast of convenience, one that she ate only when she was in a hurry. So, what should he serve her every morning after he and she were…?

“Hey, Sylvain?” Ashe Ubert said, looking up from his nearly empty plate and jolting Sylvain out of his reverie. “Would you like to spar with us in the afternoon? Sir Gustave will give a seminar on axes. He’s supposed to be the highest authority on these at the monastery.”

Sylvain glanced over the kitchen boy’s shoulder to the neighbouring table to see if the Professor had put any rashers on her plate during the last couple minutes. He felt his housemate’s eyes follow his gaze.

The redhead looked back down at his toast without meeting the boy’s stare.

“Nah. I’ve got something tonight.” Sylvain said, pushing his cold eggs around with his fork.

Felix chimed in, spittle flying.

“Come on. You haven’t trained your footwork in ages. Stop thinking of tavern wenches and do something productive for once.” He demanded, with that no-nonsense tone he lorded over the entire academy, as if every other pursuit in life other than defeating your dead brother was useless.

Furthermore, intentionally or not, directly or not, the blue-haired swordsman had compared the Professor to a wench, and this is unforgivable.

“I’ve got something.” The Margrave’s son repeated, an unmistakable edge to his voice settled the subject.

Dimitri laid his fork down and eyed him strangely, joining the conversation. “Well, if you change your mind, we’ll be on the training grounds until around 7.”

“’kay.”

Sylvain watched as His Highness and his fan club stood and stalked away.

He returned his gaze to the other table. Byleth was cutting something on her plate, her graceful fingers grasping the knife as if she were trying to evoke a delicate melody out of a violin. It sent shivers down his back.

How could fingers so deadly be that graceful? How could a mercenary be so resemblant to an Empress of old? She would be a Margravine to shame all others that came before her.

She wiped her mouth with a napkin. Oh, if only he could have that napkin! As she finished her meal, she reached for her rucksack and motioned to leave.

Would she turn and look his way? Would the Goddess favour him, and grant him the good fortune of glimpsing the colour of her eyes?

Apparently not.

Remaining at least ten steps behind, Sylvain followed her out of the Dining Hall and down the garden pathway, through the upper dormitories, until she ducked into the entrance of the girls’ toilet.

He rounded a corner and sat down on a bench to wait until she reappeared, removing a roll of parchment from his bag so those passing by would assume he was studying. When she emerged, he gathered his belongings and trailed behind her to the Black Eagles classroom.

Sylvain tarried by the door and watched as she settled the books she carried on the table and pulled out her chair.

He had become mesmerized with how her fingertips would caress things: he swallowed hard as he watched them wrap around the wood of a chair as she pulled it away from the table before sitting down for class.

The Adrestian students began to trickle into the classroom, one at a time. It was still early and those entitled nobles knew nothing about punctuality, nor did they appreciate the grand privilege it was to be taught by the Professor, and so were always late. All, bar one. Sylvain notes with great distaste how the Hresvelg princess hanged around her instructor, touching and relishing her presence, invading into the space that, by any reasonable account, belonged to him.

As the bell rung and he had to leave for the adjoining classroom, Sylvain passed through the open door. The moment he decided to sneak one last glimpse, one last hit of pleasure he would have until lunch hour, she looked up. Goddess help him, her eyes… They were the most mesmerizing amber he had ever seen. It reminded him of the colour of the frozen seas on the coast of Sreng, the colour of Alizé liquor as it falls neat on the glass.

Maybe he would indulge in some of that tonight, since he was not yet able to indulge in her… Company.

*_*_*_*_*

The next day was a Tuesday, so after dinner, Sylvain made his way to the library, winding through the dark staircase determinedly. At 7 PM, Byleth would start tutoring Petra Macneary in magic at the table by the shelves containing the acts and financial ledgers of the Church from the VIII Century, and he had to arrive before they did.

Sylvain loved Tuesdays. The Brigidian princess rarely cancelled, so it was almost guaranteed that he would be able to see her in the library. There were three tables in the section; Sylvain could settle two tables away, still watch her, yet be far enough away not to be noticed.

Tuesdays were quite different from Thursdays, when Byleth might show up with Ferdinand, or, Goddess help him, that nutter Bernadetta von Varley in tow. Based on the curious stares from the purple-haired girl, somehow the recluse seemed to know Sylvain was not there simply to study.

Outside of those two days, she would come alone. Sylvain could never predict exactly when she would arrive or precisely what section she would sit in. It was maddening.

He arrived; his nerves already jittery at the prospect of being so close to her. He unpacked his rucksack and checked his pocket watch discreetly. She would be there any minute. He swallowed hard and tried to concentrate on the parchment in front of him.

Sooner rather than later, she was there.

The hands that had touched his chest reached for the zipper on her bag… Her large tome…

Sylvain did his best not to stare.

A little less than an hour later, Macneary rose from his seat, her chair scraping loudly against the slate floor. She picked up her books for assigned reading and a stack of parchment filled with mathematical and occult formulas and diagrams, and bobbed her head in thanks.

Byleth smiled softly at her. “No problem, Petra. You’re doing great. See you next Tuesday.”

At that, the filthy foreigner turned around to the stacks of books behind her, placed whatever she would not read that evening back on the shelf, then turned and hobbled down the aisle.

Byleth remained when Macneary left, as she often did. She rummaged through her bag and finally extracted her advanced mathematics text, parchment, and a quill. Sylvain smiled inwardly: math meant she would be there for a while.

Closing his eyes, the nobleman concentrated on trying to smell her; she was slightly too far away for him to fully breathe in her scent, so he resumed staring at his Political Philosophy book.

A few minutes later, he heard her sigh in frustration. He glanced up to find that she had broken her quill and was using her coat’s sleeves to clean up the spilled ink. As he suppressed the urge to present her with one of his own, she sighed again, and began to pack up.

As she walked by, she tossed the broken quill in the waste bin to his left.

As soon as Byleth was out of sight, Sylvain sprung out of his chair and picked through the garbage until he found her broken quill. Abandoning his schoolwork, he settled into the chair she’d just vacated. He sighed happily: it was still warm. Leaning his head against the cold wood of the table, he breathed deeply, trying to inhale any essence of her that she might have left behind.

The air I’m breathing in might have been inside her! We’re sharing the same air!

He closed his eyes in bliss and let his tongue trace where her elbows had met the wood.

“May I help you, Lord Gautier?”

Sylvain jumped, and opened his eyes to discover Seteth staring at him threateningly.

“No, sir.”

He gave him an odd look. “Why, pray tell, were you licking the table, Lord Gautier?”

“Eh…”

“Perhaps it is time for you to return to your dorm.” The green-haired man said, dismissing him with a stare and a brief wave of his hand in the direction of the exit.

As he retreated down the aisle away from the Archbishop’s aide, he brought the vane of the broken quill’s feather to his lips and imagined he could taste her.

*_*_*_*_*

Today.

Today would be the day he would speak to her.

Today he would greet her, just a passing-by-hello, just a simple hey-how’s-it-going to keep him in the forefront of her mind.

It was not as if they had not spoken before. It was not as if they had not touched before.

In the last week, he had imagined all that would follow his greeting: Byleth would seek him out and study at his table in the library; she would inherently understand their connection, a connection that never needed words. He would protect her, he would grant her any wish she might have, and in return, she would share her deepest secrets. They would become lovers. She would tell him she could not live without him.

That she would die without his touch.

All of that was going to start today. When he said hello to her in the library.

However, when Byleth did not show up for her usual tutoring session with Macneary, Sylvain abandoned his plans and began to panic. Why did she not come? Was she hurt? Sick?

Did she not know he would be worried about her?

In the main hall the following day, Byleth walked by without even glancing in his direction. She was chuckling at something that the Hresvelg princess had whispered in her ear.

She did not look at him, and she was not in the library when she was supposed to be.

She was ignoring him.

How dare she?

The bounce of her soft locks taunted him. They needed to be tamed. Subdued.

Like all of her.

He would take care of that.

*_*_*_*_*

The field mouse squirmed and trembled in Sylvain’s hands as he removed it from its cage. He had seen the man from Abyss do it to a spider last night, so how hard could it be?

“Dulam.” He enchanted. “Freeze.”

It obeyed dutifully.

Professor Manuela thought him to be a stupid and lazy skirt-chaser, but little did she know that Sylvain Gautier was the strongest mage amongst the Blue Lions that year, perhaps from all years. While he dwelled on the north, he knew not of his potential, buried under the Margrave’s prejudice against mages, thinking them weak. Alas, a man with such a fractured soul, with so many desires latent on his being, it was unsurprising how well he took to the dark arts. With some training, he could be the greatest enchanter in Fódlan.

He was also well-read. So much so, he remembered that, not fifty years before, the faraway Empire of Emblia fell to a rebellion. As people stormed the palace and looted the riches, the tomes of a spell darker than any other born in his homeland spread to the four winds, carried by unsavoury sorts that tended to find painful demises.

It had been difficult to secure a copy of the tome he needed, but he was patient, rich and well-connected. As the instructions for a mind-controlling spell fell on his hands, the vendor found himself with a dagger to the stomach. He wanted no trails back to him.

He spent the rest of the evening testing the limits of the loathsome curse. He did not find any.

Now all he needed was a little more practice on something, or rather, someone, a bit little sophisticated than a mouse.

Because Byleth—no, she always be The Professor, he thought fiercely—still had not spoken to him since that day in the hall outside the stairwell. It was about time she did.

He would teach her to.

Even if she did not want to, he would make her. It might pain him to use such a curse on her, but he will bear it.

Because she was his. She just did not know it yet.

*_*_*_*_*

Sylvain followed his colleague until Leonie Pinelli entered the girls’ toilet just outside the training grounds. He strode past the door, turned a corner, and waited until she emerged.

“Dulam.”

He took her by the hand and led her to Professor Jeritza’s abandoned office.

Sylvain opened the door to find a cozy sitting room, complete with a thick rug and fireplace. Apparently, the Goddess agreed with his plan. Otherwise, how would he manage to abduct this girl from right under her class leader’s nose?

He placed the unattractive peasant on the sofa and settled into the chair opposite her.

“Tell me that you think I’m good looking.” He ordered, lazily, relaxing his feet on the ottoman and playing with the buttons on his uniform shirt

“You’re very good looking, Sylvain.” She said through a hazy smile.

So, it works. He is, indeed, the greatest mage in the continent. The power lights up on his veins, it is a sensation he had never encountered. It is as if he had a new Crest, a more powerful Crest, and it is activating and pulsating potency to his body.

As he discards his own coat and hangs it on the chair orderly, the nobleman proffers his second command. “Tell me the Professor is lucky to have me as her man.”

“She’s a very lucky woman to have you, Sylvain.” The mercenary-to-be responds in the same dazed voice.

“Tell me you would fuck me if you were her.” He smiles wolfishly.

“Absolutely.” She said, licking her lips.

Well, so far, she was taking orders just fine. Since he had a more-than-willing witch at his disposal, he decided to make things a little more interesting.

He extended his arm. “Lick my hand.”

Pinelli moved toward him, fell to her knees, and dragged her tongue across his palm. His cock demanded attention.

“Go back to the couch and take off your knickers.” Sylvain commanded.

Raising his eyebrow at how fast she complied, he added, “You’re going to touch yourself, and I’m going to watch you.”

Pinelli laid down, hiked up her skirt, and drew down her knickers with the stockings, exposing herself to him. She pulled back her folds with one hand and slowly rubbed her clit with the other.

She began to moan.

Thinking of blue eyes and silky hair, he unzipped his trousers and joined Pinelli stroke for stroke, grateful his colleague’s eyes were closed.

When they were both finished, he compelled her to dress and led her to the door.

Would she remember anything of her hour here? Sylvain had no idea, but he was thankful the tome also dealt with memory spells, nonetheless. He placed a purple crystal on the woman’s forehead.

“Forget it.”

And he let the door swing shut behind them.

*_*_*_*_*

“Teach me how.”

Dorothea Arnault, gold-digging whore that she was, may not have needed the spell. The songstress just might have volunteered, just for the chance to birth a Crested child.

However, as this is bound to be a recurrent arrangement, he would not want to risk a bastard, and he would not trust this slut to be honest with him about the risks of conception. Besides, she would try to tell him things that would please him, and not what he actually needed to know, and so it was best to loosen her tongue.

She was stretched out before him on the couch in the old office, legs parted languidly, naked and eager under his touch. While he did not want to fuck her, per se, he did want to know how best to please his woman, and Arnault was going to show him.

Arnault took his finger, licked it, and steered it toward her clit.

“Put it there.” She breathed, placing her hand on top of his own, and guiding it into a slow rhythm.

She took two fingers of his other hand, wet them with her tongue, and pushed them in to her entrance.

Arnault was soft and warm and wet inside. His cock wanted in, but he was saving himself for the Professor. He might flirt, he might kiss, he even fed his seed to many a woman and would do so again lightly, but there was only one woman he would dare to defile, and it was not this one.

“Fuck me harder.” She urged.

So, women like to be fucked hard, do they? That could be arranged.

He smiled as he shed his belt to bind her wrists.

*_*_*_*_*

Sylvain waited near a statue, his back propped up against the wall, his arms and ankles crossed. The Professor strode down the hall purposefully, clutching her bookbag and no doubt thinking about what classwork she needed to prepare when she got to the library.

He stepped out of the shadow.

She jumped.

“Sylvain, may I help…“

So she knew his name, did she?

He cast the curse, without need for speech or sigil. Her eyes stuttered in response; she was fighting it. Her mind was strong and was bravely fighting against his control. Her will felt like a parasite, occupying the headspace that should, and soon will, be dedicated exclusively to him. A parasite he soon silenced, if not eradicated.

He smiled in pride. Pinelli and Arnault had never fought. It was almost as if they welcomed no longer being in control, no longer thinking for themselves. They were weak, sad little puppets. He almost felt sorry enough to shed his attention upon them once more, but there will be no time for that when he managed to tame this lioness.

His woman.

Her lips were frozen forming the first letter of a pronoun, as if she were about to worry her lip. His cock twitched at the beauty of it.

Although he abhorred hearing foul language from women, he made a decision. She would speak a certain word many, many times before this night was over, although as a plea, rather than a curse.

He took a step towards her.

“Enter the closet behind you.” He commanded.

She turned and walked slowly and jerkily towards the broom closet, opened the door, and moved inside. He had prepared the space earlier for them: the back wall was devoid of its usual brooms and mops. He shut the door, locking it with a brief wave of his hand.

“Face me.” The nobleman said, his voice teeming with excitement.

Her eyes widened a fraction, and her pupils dilated in fear, the blue having retreated into the black. Pity. He loved the blue.

Moving until he was close enough to reach her clothing with the tips of her fingers, he rid her of her offensive black coat, the colour of those who try to take her away from him, and ripped the school-mandated grey dress open with one quick motion.

The buttons that fastened it from behind clattered softly around them on the slate floor.

He gripped her neck with his left hand, his fingers around one side pushing into the back of her neck, his thumb thrusting her chin upward, exposing her ivory skin. He closed the gap between them, and took possession of her mouth.

He broke the kiss. Her mouth was swollen, but her eyes continued empty. He wonders how experienced she is, and whether the memory prism on his pocket would be powerful enough to wipe it all out.

“You want me.” Sylvain whispered, even as his training made the vocalization unnecessary, and stepped back to watch her eyes accept him.

He yanked his shirt out from his uniform pants.

“Professor…” He moaned against her skin.

The bastardization of her academic title saturated the air in the small space he dutifully prepared to take her for himself. Forever.

“Professor…” He growled again. “Mine.”

He advanced, his fingers closing around the skin of her neck again, his other hand unbuckling the belt of his trousers.

*_*_*_*_*

Sylvain has a skip on his step this morning. He is to have tea with the professor after the ninth bell, and it was always quite a pleasant experience for him, having her time and attention to himself, listening to her sweet conversation and the gracious care she took in serving him.

Besides, if he ever bores of the tea and the confectionary, he can always cast a spell and make it more interesting for them both.

He has been so pleased with their arrangement of late, he is seriously considering transferring to the Black Eagles, just so he can have his beloved every hour of every day.

The nobleman enters her chambers unannounced, as always. “Good morning, Professor.”

“Oh, hello, Sylvain.” The woman greets with an inviting smile. “You are here early this morning, no?”

“My apologies, I couldn’t wait another minute to come.” The horseman responds, a flirtatious smile insinuating he was not sorry at all.

Regardless, the woman was completely accommodating of him. “It is no trouble; I was also anxious for your arrival. Why don’t you take a seat on the table and I will brew your tea.”

Sylvain smirks, doing as she said. “Thank you, Professor. You take very good care of me, as always.”

Byleth chuckles. “Oh, it is no trouble. Would you be having bergamot as always?”

He nods. “Of course. I trust you have been taking good care of the herbs I sent to your room last week.”

“Certainly, it is a gift from you, after all.” She responds, amene. “I have been keeping the box safe on my trunk, just let me pick it up.”

The blue-haired woman walks behind him, her steps lighter than a professional dancer’s.

“Dulam.”

Before Sylvain can have any reaction, his mind goes blank and his limbs relax uselessly to the side.

“Oh, naïve little mages. How many of those I have dealt over the years!” The Professor chuckles to herself. “Did you really think I would fall for such a simple trick? That I would succumb to a weak enchanter like yourself? Or did you actually think yourself to be powerful?”

Before he could respond, as the spell compels him to do, the woman slaps him into silence.

“I am the Progenitor God, foolish boy. I hold eternal judgement of the mortals’ souls on my left hand.” She barks.

Sylvain is unable to speak, unable to think, but he does feel fear. He feels himself sweat, his blood freeze. However, as the fear takes hold, he also feels excitement, anticipation for her next move.

“No matter. I will find a use for you. You see, I have long desired a vassal of my own. Edelgard has Hubert, and Dimitri has Dedue. However, none seemed too inclined for the position.” She smirks dangerously. “But not you, right, dear? You will be more than happy to do as I say.”

He wants to nod. To say that he would serve her with all his heart and might, that he would do whatever she commands of him and much, much more, but he is held still by the power of her magic.

“I know you will.” Byleth said, smiling and taking a seat on the table in front of him. “Oh, you shall be extraordinary. A Margrave’s son, as my vassal. How amusing, never in my many years I have seen such a thing. We have much to discuss, but first, do serve my tea, Sylvain.”

He obeyed wordlessly.

*_*_*_*_*

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yoongiandchiminie · 7 years

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A Petty Game {One-Shot}

Collab with @yalikekpop (Follow her she’s- something. She wrote some SMUT)

One-Shot(?)

Pairing: Taehyung X Reader, Jimin X Reader

Word count: 3,555

Warnings: Strong language, Smut

Summary: You’re friends with benefits with Taehyung and out of pettiness, sleep with Jimin for a night. Jimin quickly becomes attached and you accidentally lead him on out of guilt. Until he wants you to meet his friends and you find out Tae is one of them.

“Then I woke up and he was playing with my fucking hair, Tae.” you were sitting across the island in your kitchen from your best friend, Taehyung. He was hysterically laughing as you told him the story of your one night stand from a few weeks ago. You’d kept the story from him as you tended to sleep with Taehyung a lot and didn’t like to relay the information of your ‘affairs’, even if you two weren’t exclusive.

“That’s why you should only sleep with me.” he boasted as you slammed your head onto the marble. “This guy sounds like a pain in the ass.” You’d been telling him the tale for the past hour of how you slept with this guy and had woken up to a rather odd scenario. He’d continuously been texting you and asking you to go onto dates. As much as you wanted to say no you kept going with the hopes of shutting him down. Except you didn’t and tonight he wanted to introduce you to his friends.

“Yeah and everytime I try to break it off, I feel guilty.” You lifted your head to meet his face that was completely crinkled from laughing so hard. He leaned up over to table to pat your shoulder. “Don’t pity me.”

“I’m not- I’m not. I got this.” he had the terrible glimmer in his eye that came along with his bad ideas. “I’m gonna go with you and I’ll just fight him.”

“Why-” you couldn’t even finish your sentence in this situation. Your face did the rest of the talking for you as you stuck out your lip and your eyes dropped. “I’ll just go and meet his friends and-”

“Dump him?” He ran his hands through his orange hair.

“We aren’t dating.” you crossed your arms.

“What’s his name anyways?” he stood up and made his way to the fridge to get a bottle of water.

“Park Jimin.” Taehyung had a classic spit take moment as he erupted back into the laughter he’d had seconds earlier. He crept over to you and threw an arm around your shoulder and placed a kiss on your temple.

“The irony, peaches.” You rolled your eyes at the nickname and leaned into his arm. “That’s my friend from High School, ya know, the clingy one that just moved back here? He’s been raving about this cute girl he’s been seeing lately and I don’t know how he’s gonna react when he finds out I’ve been fucking her just about every night.”

You choked on thin air at his comment even if you knew it was true. It made you feel a bit off when he said it out loud. Especially with the context he was using it in. Taehyung was blunt most of the time and a weirdo basically all of it. He was fucking weird, but you loved him for it.

“You’re not gonna go right?”

“Are you?” he teased and you stood up to stretch for a moment. “Let’s show up together. He won’t get it though, he’s naive. Not like us, right? Someone you think you’re seeing shows up with a few hickeys and another dude and you’d get it. He won’t. He’d ask where you got those bruises from while my hands are down your pants or something.” he shrugged and you made another face. His sharp words made you a little uncomfortable and you thought it would be better if you just left the room instead of keeping this conversation going on for any longer than it should.

“I’m gonna go get dressed.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to cancel on Jimin. That was kinda the problem with all of this. The first time he’d asked you out you told yourself that’s where you’d end it. Your phone was full of fluttery texts messages that probably had him giggling to himself as you cringed on the other end. He was sweet, but he wasn’t really for you. If you’d been sober you probably would have never slept with him. Probably.

The night you slept with him was wild. The club you’d met him at was alive as were you and your friends. The entire place was having a great night and you’d gotten a bit too drunk off of tequila shots and fruity drinks. At some point during the night you’d met this blonde haired guy on the dance floor and the way he moved just impressed you on the spot. He was fluid in the way his flexible body moved and he surely proved it to you later. The night was a bit blotchy and blurry but you still remember almost every moment after leaving the club.

You’d almost begged Jimin to take you back to his apartment, itching for contact. You’d turned your phone off an hour ago after Taehyung kept rejecting you in your current state. He wouldn’t even make the effort to come and take you home. All you wanted to do was fuck and he wasn’t really down for that as he had a “night out with the guys”. You knew he wasn’t out with just guys and that fact alone somehow infuriated you. If he could easily be with other girls, you had this weird thing to prove to yourself that you could be with someone other than him too.

Also, Jimin was hot. Very hot.

The two of you had lazily hailed a taxi and he’d given the annoyed driver directions to his apartment. You didn’t recognize the area as you drove, but you weren’t entirely concentrated on knowing where you were. As you got out of the taxi, Jimin was already halfway to the door, fumbling to get his keys out of his pocket as fast as he could. It was endearing the way he was rushing to get you inside as if he was afraid you might even change your mind.

As soon as you both were in his apartment, your mouth was on his. Your lips molded together as you desired for more. His tongue grazed your bottom lip, begging for entrance, which you gladly gave. You tilted your head to the side to grant him more access but instead of using this opportunity, he suddenly pulled away from the kiss.

“My room’s this way.” he spoke and began to almost jog towards his room with your hand in his. Your memory of the night wasn't too full, but the next thing you remembered was being completely in awe of Jimin’s body now that you two were completely unclothed. He was above you in the dimly lit room, trailing small kisses up and down your body. Jimin was completely delicate in everything he did. The way he touched you, the way he kissed you. It was like he was trying not to break you, like you were glass ready to shatter at any moment. It was sweet in a way.

“Are you sure?” he asked for probably the twentieth time that night. “Because I know your drunk, I mean I’m kinda drunk too, but if you aren’t sure we can jus-”

“Jimin,” you cut him off. “Just fuck me.” You immediately felt him position himself to your entrance. He slowly began to push himself into you so you could easily adjust yourself. The second he had entered you gasped. The sensation of feeling him in you hurt at first but after a few moments the difference felt good, giving you both the pleasure you ached for. With each thrust you pushed back with your hips. He wasn’t as aggressive as Tae so this was a bit different for you.

“Harder.” you moaned and he obliged as soon as you uttered those words. He felt you tighten around him and bit his lip while nodding you along to reach your high.

“Let yourself go, baby girl.” the nickname send electricity to your core as you came and he continued thrusting into you, sweat rolling down his face.

“Fuck,” he leaned down to your ear and whispered through scattered brears. “I’m so close.” You gripped onto the sheets beside you as he began to pound into you. The weirdest thought of how he was still able to keep going when you thought he gave it all he had.

He bent down to whisper in your ear. “Do you mind if I cum on your tits?” You knew he meant it to be hot but you couldn’t help but chuckle at his question. You simply nodded your head. He pulled out and did it. Goodbye cruel world.

As soon as the sex was done, you remembered him cleaning you up and you trying to escape back to your own apartment. Jimin told you that you were too drunk and tired to go home. At this point you were completely sober and knew you could get home alright, but he was too nice to you for you to say no. That was basically the gist of how this whole mess had started. He was too nice, so you couldn’t say no.

Taehyung had tried to hop in your car as you drove yourself over to the bar Jimin had begged you to meet him at. He’d said that his two friends would be meeting you there, but you had no intention of bringing along your fuck buddy. He was gonna be there, but the fact that he wanted to spite his friend by walking in with his arm on you kind of annoyed you. Jimin was sweet and didn’t deserve that intense rejection.

When you walked in you spotted Jimin and his big smile with a taller boy who looked a bit younger than Jimin himself. He stood a bit awkwardly as he fidgeted while he spoke to his friend full of laughter. The moment the blonde man spotted you, his face lit up like he’d seen his favorite thing in the world. (Which you hoped wasn’t true.) Man, was he making this hard.

“Hey, Y/N!” He reached his arm around you and held you in an awkward hold for a moment. Jimin attempted to kiss you to which you cunningly dodged in the moment without it being too obvious. You still felt guilty.

“Hey Jimin.” your voice was stern as you attempted to direct yourself to lead off into the ‘break-up’. You weren’t too sure why you felt so bad. It wasn’t like you’d intentionally led him on, you’d just slept with the kid once. He’d spilled a bunch of details about his life when you’d gone out and you knew that he always dreamed of a girl like you. You weren’t too sure on what that meant, but you just nodded along.

“This is my best friend Jungkook!” he was lit up as you shook his friend's hand. You couldn’t help but to wonder why they were all hot. “We met back in High School and he’s like a little brother to me and- Ahh! Taehyung over here!”

This was it. The moment you’d been dreading for the past few hours. You could feel Tae’s eyes heavy on your back and even if it seemed rude, you couldn’t turn to face him. As his footsteps got closer you focused your eyes to the ground and just in time caught his arm snaking out towards your waist. You quickly moved around away from him and next to Jimin. The blonde greeted you with a smile and attempted to do the same thing Taehyung had just done.

This time you ran away over towards Jungkook and he seemed to be the only one noticing your odd behavior. He snickered as you ran in circles and you were pretty sure he’d instantly pegged what was happening. Your vibe had changed from a small awkward to a painfully awkward one just with the presence of their friend. “And this is Kim Taehyung, we were inseparable in High School.”

They fist bumped each other and the order of the motion made you cringe for some reason. Even if Tae was your best friend, it was always strange seeing him with his friends. His attitude didn’t change completely, but it was a bit uncomfortable. Whenever you were out with his friends Hoseok, Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jin, his personality was a bit different. He was extremely touchy with you and liked everyone to know in that moment you were his. Even if you truly weren’t.

That question always played through your mind of why you two weren’t together. It was such a strange subject for you both to discuss so you never really did. It would come up when one of his friends would get a girlfriend, the idea would float around. Then you’d both shut it down as you agreed that commitment was scary and you weren’t too ready for it. However once the conversation was over, your mind would always double back to it. You could see yourself dating Taehyung. You’d lived together for years and that was how the friends with benefits thing had even started up.

It was a joke at first, but you both obviously found each other attractive and it just happened. Then it happened again and again and you both had no complaints about it. He was quick about everything he did, but you fell into his patterns almost instantly and the quick nights turned into long ones that you genuinely enjoyed. You instantly would become a mess underneath him almost every night. You liked being around Taehyung, even before these feelings began to dwell inside of you.

All they ever truly did was dwell, as you knew he was occasionally sleeping with other girls. It was a rare occurrence, but you could always feel a strong ping of jealousy run through you when you heard unfamiliar moans circle your own home. At first it would make you mad, but soon it began to make you cry. Weren’t you enough?

It eventually got to a point where you casually asked Taehyung in a conversation. His response was, “Sometimes I just get really fucked up and think she’s you.” At the time you rolled your eyes at the comment but it soon began to piss you off to an even further extend when you began to blame yourself for it. At a point you’d stopped hanging out with his friends when Tae went out because seeing them with whatever girl they were seeing began to get to you a bit. You wanted that. So you stopped and that’s when the other girls started.

However, after you’d asked him you hadn’t seen any other girls wandering your apartment. So, you just figured that he began to go to their houses out of respect. Taehyung had figured you were seeing other guys when it had really only been Jimin. It’d be 2 years and you’d been with 2 guys while you didn’t even want to ask Tae what his number is. You weren’t sure if you could take it. That’s when you realized you probably had feelings for him. A bit more than fucking and watching shitty movies. You kinda wanted to hold his hand when you two were out and not with his friends. You wanted him to only want to be with you.

“Ahh, Y/N.” Taehyung smirked, dangling a beer in front of your face. “You zoned out for a moment, peaches.” you rolled your eyes and slowly moved your head from side to side to tell him to stop. He simply shrugged it off, “Jiminie, you know we know each other, right? This is my roommate.”

“The really hot one-” Jungkook blurted out and Taehyung hit the side of his face. He sounded excited to finally meet you and you couldn’t help but you wonder just what Tae had told them about you. You felt your own face heating up as you instinctively moved over to Tae and hid behind him. “Wait, so that means…” Jungkook had most definitely pieced it all together as he chuckled as his voice trailed.

Jimin’s facial expression changed into one you hadn’t seen before. He looked angry. “So my- the girl I thought was my girlfriend-”

“I never said that I was your girlfriend.” you finally brought yourself to say with an interruption to Jimin. His eyes pierced through you as he went back to the rant that was beginning to ensue. You shrunk behind Taehyung and he wrapped the arm he wanted to previously to pull you into him. Being yelled at wasn’t something you took well, but you knew you deserved it here.

“Then why couldn’t you fucking tell me that?!” his voice was raised to such a level that the entire bar stopped speaking for a moment. He looked around and it picked back up. “I’ve been fucking chasing you for weeks and you couldn’t even properly tell me no? Instead you show up here and embarrass me. Did you know about this Taehyung?”

“Not until a few hours ago.”

“And you still came?” Jimin scoffed and ran his hands through his hair. “Classic V, always doing what he wants. Whatever, I’ll calm down, but you two need to leave me alone. Kook, let’s go.”

“I’m sorry.” you whispered and Jimin simply rolled his eyes to the response. Jungkook’s eyes were wide as Jimin spoke and he shrugged as he trailed after the other. Once his old friends were gone, Tae couldn’t help but to laugh.

“Are you kidding me?” you sighed and gulped down the drink that’d been sitting in your hand this entire time. “I’m going home.”

“Hey.” Tae kissed the top of your head and used his free hand to push your chin up so your eyes met his own dark ones. “Don’t let it get to you, okay? He’ll forgive you if you ever wanna be friends or something, but don’t let it make you sad.”

Then as you two were alone, he did something that was rare. Something that caught you off guard. Taehyung leaned down and you leaned forward to meet his lips halfway. His free hand came up to your hair and brushed through it as he normally did when you two were in private. This kiss was different than every other time, it felt more real than the other ones did. This was the first time he’d ever kissed you out of his comfort zone and you almost melted into the moment.

It was short and sweet and for some reason it felt so- pure. It was a venture into the unknown with him, but he was always full of new things. As soon as he pulled away from you there was an immediate blush across your cheeks. He had this cocky grin across his face and you had to turn away before you blurted out something you’d regret.

“Let’s go home before you attract some other guy.” he teased and led you out. “I took a cab here so you’d have to drive me home.”

“Of course you did.” your voice came out a bit shaky as you pulled out your keys and passed them to him. “You’re driving home.”

“Why, are you gonna have some kinda spasm cause I kissed you?” he was so full of pride about himself it was sort of adorable. “I know, I’m full of surprises.” he snatched the keys from you and skipped up ahead as you slowly walked to the car. Your mind was at the speed of a professional racer at the moment and you were just full of a joyous sensation.

You lazily got into the car and put on the seatbelt seconds before he drove off like the normal madman he was. You were lost in a daze, but snapped out of it once he turned to you at a red light. “You know I care about you too, right? Like, I think I love you or something.” you choked on thin air as he laughed like a maniac. “That's why I only sleep with you now. I tried others cause I was afraid it was some one sided shit, right? Then you got so sad when you asked me and I knew I had to stop.”

“So, you knew before I did?” your face was red and you turned your body so that your face was hidden. He felt his hand touch your upper arm and rub circles into it. You peeked your face up out the window and could see his smile in the reflection.

“You know what else I knew?” His smile was giant. “I knew we’d always end up together, peaches. Always.”

“Together?” you snapped your head towards him and clicked your tongue as he continued.

“Yeah, we’re dating now so when a it approaches you, you can say you have a boyfriend and maybe now you'll come hang out with my friends and I. They miss you too.” he cleared his throat and turned into a McDonald's, “Can you pay?”

“Is this the only reason you want to date me? So I can buy you food?” you joked, going into your bag for your wallet. He became flustered for a moment and you poked at his cheek. “Oh, chill. I know you wasted all of your money on something stupid.”

“It was loot bo-”

“Please don't tell me.”

Author’s Note: Hey!! So I hope you guys enjoyed this, it's something I've been sitting on for a while and really enjoyed writing it. @btsmochimochi helped me with the concept & another with the smut I'm too shy to write! I'd appreciate any kind of feedback, hope you liked it!

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