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127-mile · 3 years

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Pairing : demon!Jaehyun x fem!reader.

Genre : demon!au / yandere-ish!au / fluff, angst, mature content.

Warnings : This is not what a normal loving relationship is like, this is a work of fiction. fingering (fem. receiving) unprotected sex (kids, please be smart) coming inside. non sexual choking. mention of deaths. explicit (kind of, it’s pretty soft) and non explicit deaths. blood. alcohol consumption. mention of drugs. manipulation. toxic relationship.

Word count : +10.1k.

Plot : Instead of having a guardian angel, you have a guardian demon. His methods are often more violent, but they are more straight forward. What does he have that the regular guardians don’t ? An obsession. You.

You didn’t think being assigned to a demon was a simple mistake, do you ?

A/N : This is part of the Halloween collab made by the incredible @neo-cult-ure. We had to choose a song, mine is Kill for you by Zolita.

Taglist : @plump-peach / @crtznstuff / @kriselynne / @yourmagnanimousholiness / @soothingjae / @peachjaem00 / @chanslaptopp / @luvlyjaemin / @jeongyoonohs / @junghoe / @nakayutasama / @ddaawwnn7

"Say my name." the voice in your ear is hoarse, and it echoes in your head. You feel the man's hands along your arms, and his fingers leave a scorching trail in their paths. "Say my name." he repeats one more time, and you make the mistake of opening your eyes. What you see is not human, the eyes are red, deep and empty of any kind of humanity, you see yourself in the void. "Say my name, and I will show you wonders that humans can only dream of." His voice is urgent, and though you are thinking, you can not remember his name.

The weight of the man's body against yours is both agonizing and reassuring, you must be losing your mind, and he is the reason. His voice, his perfume -a mixture of burnt wood, and something irresistible that you are unable to describe- and the power of his gaze from which you can't take your eyes off. "Come on, my sweet love, say my name." a shiver runs down yuor body, and you arch your back off the bed when you feel the man's tongue running down your throat, and god, you cant to feel more. He is more addicting than any drug you have ever tried.

The window is open, you can feel the cool breeze on your bare body and yet, it feels like you are burning from the inside. Drops of sweat pearl at your hairline. You open your mouth, but no words come out, only an embarrassing moan as the man's teeth pierce through the skin of your neck, but you don't have time to think about the pain because his tongue soothes the wound right away.

Once again, you find yourself unable to move, or to think and the man sits up but you refuse to meet his gaze once more, too afraid to lose yourself in his eyes. To lose yourself completely. "Until I met you, I was convinced that angels were the only creatures capable of such beauty, but you proved me wrong. They should be ashamed to show themselves when you exist, my love."

His voice is suddenly painful, and you feel your heart twist. Maybe it was a trick, because you open your eyes without hesitation, wanting nothing more than to make him feel better. But all you see is a smile. A bloody smile. "If you don't say my name, I'm going to have to force you to say it. It would be a shame to see your pretty tongue being ripped out, don't you think ?" his voice is cold now, as cold as the fingers he wraps around your throat. "Say it !"

Fear, you feel nothing but fear. But what are you afraid of ? To have offended him, or to die ? You do not know. Your breathing is getting slower, and your field of vision is darkening until you can see nothing but darkness, and feel nothing but the cold. Everything is cold, so so cold.

You open your eyes, a sudden coughing fit waking you up fully. Your eyes are full of tears running down your sleep-swollen cheeks and your lips taste metallic, you must have bitten them during the night. You put your hands around your neck where you thought you would still feel the pressure of the stranger's fingers, but nothing.

Your lungs are burning, and you sit up to catch your breath. It's long, and rather difficult but you get there. The room is only illuminated by the rays of sunshine passing through the curtains, and all you see are the small particles of dust flying around the room. Then, your gaze falls on something. Or someone, and a cry broken by your aching throat escape your lips.

As fast as it arrived, the shadow vanishes and you shake your head. You have barely woken up from a terrible dream, your mind is only playing tricks on you, nothing more.

"What the fuck..." you mumble, running your fingers through your hair. You feel the drops of sweat running down your spine, and you don't waste a minute getting out of bed. A cold shower will do you the most good, you think, heading to the only bathroom. Under the jet of water, you think about your dream. The man's touch seemed so real that if you focus you can still feel the burn from his fingers.

It's not the first time you had a dream with this man, it's not the first time he's asked you to say his name, but it's the first time he's become threatening, and scary. You sigh, and come out of the water after rising your hair. In the mirror, you notice a mark on your neck, and you walk closer with a frown. "What ?" the mark vaguely resembles a bite. Right where the man bit you. But it can only be a coincidence, right ? Maybe you did this to yourself during the night.

You come out of the bathroom wearing only a towel around your chest. When you enter the room, you have the unpleasant feeling of being watched. Yet when you turn, you see nothing but the mirror hanging from the door. You are going crazy, there is no other explanation. If your mother was there, she would tell you that it was the fault of your excessive consumption of caffeine.

You sit on the edge of the bed, and the drops of water flowing from the tips of your hair mix with the perspiration. Since when your room has become this hot ? The summer is coming to an end, you should not be suffocating.

You forget all about the heat when you feel something on your shoulder, but once again, when you turn around, nothing. Maybe you should have listened to Kun when he adviced you, and Ten, not to use a ouija board in the apartment without reading the instructions first. Maybe you called something malicious, and you are going to get possessed ? At least the thought helps you calm your heart pouding in your chest before breaking into a fit of giggle. Crazy.

The front door swings open, and you stop laughing immediately. You hear the sound of shoes swinging against the drawer and get up from the bed. You do not have time to go to the door because it opens on Ten, he is breathless. "I'm going to die. It's too hot !" he yells, before falling on the bed. Sweat made his blonde hair stick to his forehead, and you resist the temptation to pull them back. "I think the aircon is broken." you mumble while Ten nods.

"I tried to turn it on this morning, but nothing, so I went to the neighbords and they are having trouble with theirs too. I think it's the end Y/n." you roll your eyes, biting your lower lip. "By the way, did you bring someone back last night ?" he asks, sitting up on his elbows.

"What ? Of course not!" one of the rules of the roommates is not to bring anyone home without telling the other so that they can find someone to keep them for the night. "Eh, don't like, I heard you talking with someone." you shake your head, you didin't bring anyone back last night.. well not that you remember. "Maybe I was on the phone ?" the question is not for Ten, but for you. Because now that you think about it, you have no memories of the day before.

You came home from work, yes, but the rest ? You do not know. You went to bed, since you woke up in your sheets and in pajamas, but nothing else. "Are you okay ?" Ten asks in a worried voice, and you nod. "Yeah, I think I'm just tired from work." Ten doesn't look convinced, but there is nothing more he can do. "Yeah, well, you should take is slow. Have some rest."

Finally, Ten gets up from the bad and walks out of the bedroom. You take the opportunity to put on light clothes. You could've just stayed naked, but that is not possible with Ten in the apartment. You do not need to go to work today, and with the heat, you don't plan on going out, so you lie in bed, your eyes on the ceiling. You need some explanation about yesterday, about your dream, and the bite mark on your neck, but for now, you also need some rest.

"You know, if you want to see me, you just have to say my name, it's not that hard." the voice is back, and you feel an unpleasant chill going down your spine. You sit up in bed and notices that is is now dark, you must have slept for several hours. You are alone in the room, and yet, the voice sounded so close, as if the man was lying next to you. "Who is here ?" you ask in a trembling voice.

You do not expect any answer, that's why when a small laugh echoes in the room, you stop moving. "You should know that." the voice responds, and you wonder if you aren't just sleeping and having a vivid dream since they seem to be more and more frequent lately. "I've been following you for a while." the voice resumes calmly, and you blink.

"Haven't you ever had the feeling of being watched, of being followed wherever you go ?" you nod. "It's me. It's always been me. I'm always with you. It's my job after all." his work ? You are lost, and he seems to feel it as he picks up. "Say my name, and you'll understand, everything will me so much easier, I promise."

You frown, but why is he so insistent ? You do not even know his damn name. "Are you there because of the ouija board ?" you ask in a small voice, and the laughter that escapes from the void gives you goosebumps. "The ouija board ? My angel, this is only material, you can't call anything through a simple wooden board, especially not me." you suddenly feel stupid for asking the question, but you had to know.

"Your name.." you whisper. "how am I supposed to know it ?" you feel the mattress dips under an invisible weight and you culd up on yourself. "I've told you my name, so many times, but you don't listen. I'll make you remember it this time." you feel a warm breath on your face, and a pression against your lips. But before you can react, the ghostly touch slides down your neck, and the pain is the same as in her previous dream when he bit you. Except this time, it's not pleasure that you feel, but real pain.

"Open your eyes, and you'll have the answer you're looking for." at these words, a sharp pain makes you open your mouth, wide, as if one had just plunged your arm in boiling water. You try to scream but no sound comes out, the pain is too much, you are already losing all of your senses, you can feel your limbs going numb, and once again, the darkness sunrrounds you.

When you open your eyes, you are in bed, and the room is still illuminated by the sun through the curtains. You look at your alarm clock, and notice that you have barely dozed off ten minutes. You rub your eyes, your eyelids are heavy, you have the impression of waking up from a very long nap. It takes a good minute for you to come back to your senses, and when you turn your head, your gaze stops on a mark on your arm.

Not a mark. A name.

A name is like engraved in your flesh on several centimeters. You hiss when you run your fingers over the wounds, it's perfectly healed and yet so painful. You read the name a few times but do not dare to say it out loud, you are afraid of the consequences. You pull yourself out of bed with difficulty and leave the room. You have no choice, you can't keep it to yourself any longer, you need to talk about it, and Ten will have no choice but to listen to you.

You find him in the leaving room, lying on the floor, fanning himself with an old magazine. "Ten.." your voice must be shaky because Ten immediately straightens up, and he stands up when he sees you holding your arm. His first thought is that you fell out of bed and broke your arm, but when he cotices the lines of your skin, he stops. "What is that ?" you shrug, and when he approches, you whine for him not to touch.

"Jae.." you shake your head vigorously; "Don't say it, please." you are ready to beg for him to remain silent, but he shuts his mouth before you have the chance to do so. He takes your free hand and directs you to the sofa when you sit. He takes a seat on the coffee table opposite and looks at the name over and over again. "It's weird." Ten looks calm, unlike you. You are clearly panicking. You heart is hammering in your chest, and soon, you can feel the tears runinng down your cheeks. You didn't even know you were on the verge of crying until now.

"Hey, don't cry, it's fine." Ten whispers, cupping your face in his hands so his eyes meet yours. He reads nothing but confusion and fear. "What's wrong with me Ten ?" your voice breaks his heart, so low and quavering. "Seems to be your.. your guardian ?" you tilt your head, urgning Ten to continue. "Our guardian angel. They manifest themselves when they feel that we need help. But they are here long before, they are always near us to be sure that they can help us even is we cannot see or feel them. Saying their name is the only way to make them appear, but- but it's never like that."

He's talking about the mark on your arm, you know it. Ten had a visit from his guardian angel when he was barely 15, because he needed it, and he doesn't have any irreversible marks on his skin, and he's not traumatized by the experience, unlike you. "Guardian angels aren't meant to hurt you, it's quite the opposite." the more he talks, the more you feel lost. Why you ? What avec you done in your previous life to receive such treatment ? "Maybe there was a mistake, and you got a demon instead of an angel." Ten is kidding, but that simple thought could answer so many of your questions.

"But- but what if it was true ? What is if it was a demon ?" you ask, and Ten shakes his head. "If it was a possibility, don't you think we would know ?" you don't want to think about the possilibities of why you've never heard of this kind of thing, so you sigh, lowering your head. "Until we know more, don't say the name, and try to clear your mind of all this, okay ?" You nod, it's not like you have any other choice.

The following days are alike for you, except for the growing sensation of being watched and followed wherever you go. You try somehow not to look at your arm, but it's difficult. It's like a magnet. After the fifth day, you walk through the apartment door with a long sigh, it's been a long day. Ten is absent, he warned you that he would spend the evening with some of his childhood friends. Perfect.

You put your things in the bedroom, and you walk to the living room to settle on the sofa. You turn on the television, not to watch it, but to have some backgroun noises, and you look at your arm. What's the worst that could happen ? You shrug, and take a deep breath. "Jaehyun." you whisper, and when you see that nothing is happening, you speak in a louder voice. "Jaehyun."

The television turns off, and the lights flicker around you. You grab a pillow, as if it would help protect yourself in the event of a sudden attack from the stranger. "Jaehyun." you repeat one last time, and a shape begins to materialize in front of the sofa. The man's face is the last to appear, and yes, that's the face you've seen so much in your dreams. He watches you curiously, his head tilted to the side. He doesn't seem to believe that you can finally see him, that you finally called his name.

"You did it, you said my name." he says in a voice that's more softer that what you were expecting and walk over. If the sofa wasn't glued to the wall, you would've gone over it to escape. But when he sees your reaction, he throws both hands in the hair. "Don't be afraid, I'm not going to do anything to you." his voice is meant to be comforting, and you get up from the sofa to observe him, not without letting go of your trusty cushion.

"You said if I said your name, I would understand everything. Explain yourself, because I feel like I'm going crazy." Jaehyun feels the weakness in your voice, and he blames himself for it, but he couldn't take it anymore, he couldn't stay away from you any longer. Being near you is a vital need for the demon. "Calm down, I'll tell you everything." he sits down on the armchair, his legs crossed like a child. With a nod of his heads, he bids you to take a seat, and you obey.

"I must warn you immediately that I don't have the answer you are looking for. I don't know why you were assigned to a demon, and not an angel." if you had knows that you wouldn't get the answer to the question you deem the most important, you wouldn't have called his name. But you'll listen to him, and you'll see if you can send him back eventually. "All I know is that I've been following you for a very long time, and that I would never hurt you."

The demon has a soft voice, but that doesn't stop you from not believing those words. "You tried to kill me the other day, in my dream." Jaehyun shakes his head, a thin smile on his face. Speaking of his face, you notice that he is very handsome with pretty dimples making him look almost childish. He looks like an angel. "It's not what you think, you had to wake up, and you had to say my name." He gets up, and walks over to you. "I promise you, that will never happen in real life. You are under my protection, and nothing will ever happen to you. "

He was right, nothing happened to you.

When you say nothing happened to you, nothing happened to you at all. Your life was already not very exciting, so with the arrival of the young demon, it became even worse. The boys who dare to approch you are quickly sent away because of Jaehyun who does not seem to appreciate their presence around you. Even Ten doesn't spend as much time with you as he used to, and it hurts.

"Why are you ignoring me ?" you ask, dropping down on the sofa next to Ten who doesn't take his eyes off his phone. He shrugs, and you frown. "Tell me, what did I do wrong ? I miss you." you whisper, and Ten sighs before putting down his phone. Well, hetting his attention is a success, now the conversation. "It's your little dog. He follows you everywhere, it's impossible to have a moment with you without him showing up and threatening to smash my knees."

You shake your head. "What are you talking about ? Jaehyun has never threatened to smash your knees, he is not threatening anyone, he just want to make sure I'm safe." Ten's laughter is cold, and extremely sarcastic. "Please, this is not protection, this is unhealthy possessiveness." Ten sits cross-legged and watches you. "Jaehyun does everything in his power to keep people away from you, Y/n, including me, yet god knows I wouldn ever hurt you."

At the simple mention of his name, the demon appears in the living room. Ten jolts, and winces at the burning smell that seems to follow Jaehyun everywhere he does, but you are used to it. Jaehyun frown as he walks over to the sofa where he looks at the two of you. Seeing you together created something very unpleasant in his chest. Jealousy, yes, that's it. "What is going on ?" he asks, and you are always surprised to hear how much his tone of voice changes when he is not talking to you. From soft and soothing, his voice becomes cold and as sharp as a knife.

"Nothing, nothing is going on !" Ten growns as he gets up from the sofa. He could confront the demon about his behavior, but he doesn't want to do it in front of you. So he walks around him, looking at him with utter disgust, and he locks himself in his room, slamming the door on the way. "Did I do something wrong ?" Jaehyun asks, sitting down next to you, his head tilted. He looks innocent, but he is not, he's so far from being innocent. Even though you've never seen him hurt anyone, you know he's done it before, and can do it at any moment.

Yes, you learned to appreciate Jaehyun, but that doesn't stop you from knowing deep down that demons are up to no good most of the time.

"Ten told me you threatened to harm him." you say, and Jaehyun tenses up, but only for a second before he regains his composure. "What ? But why would I do something like this ! He doesn't like me, he's just looking for a reason to get rid of me." he mumbles, and you do not answer.

"What are you doing ?" Jaehyun's voice startle you, you didn't expect to see him in the bathroom doorway, watching you. "What are you doing here ? Shouldn't you be taking a bath in hell or something ?" Jaehyun is used to that kind of little mean jokes, especially when you are tired, so he choose to not respond. "Are you going out ? Where are we going ?" he asks with the excitement of a child, and you turn to him, shaking your head.

"I'm going out. You stay here." You explain, but it doesn't suit Jaehyun whose expression turns sour. "No, no, I'm coming with you. I can't leave you alone." you sigh. "The goal of a guardian is to give advice, to be sure that we are making the right decisions, not to follow up wherever we go." you mumble. It is not right that Jaehyun is everywhere with you. He has to protect you, yes, you understand tha part, but it's getting too much, he is invasible and you are suffocating.

"I'm not like other guardians." he growls, and you fold your arms accross your chest, looking at the demon's reflection in the mirror. You are too tired to argue. "I'm not asking for you opinion, Jaehyun you stay here while I go out. I don't need to have you glued to my ass."

You will later learn that you should never have said that.

Jaehyun was absent for the following days.

No matter how much you called his name over and over, he never answered. Even the feeling of being followed and watched stopped, and for a moment, you wondered if you had scared the demon away. And you got used to your new daily life very well. You shouldn't have.

Earlier in the evening, you were persuaded by Ten to joing him at a party organized by several of his co-workers to celebrate his promotion. Normally you would've stayed home to red, but tonight, you wanted to have fun. And it is for this reason that you currently find yourself pressed against the wall of a room of which you don't know the owner, kissing a boy of who you are not sure to have understood the name. Joe ? John ? Johnny ? You do not know, you couldn't hear it with the hubbub of the guests and the music.

You close your eyes when you feel the boy's hands slip under your t-shirt. His fingers are cold, which contrasts with your burning skin. "Coming was a great idea." he whispers close to your ear, his warm breath making you shiver softly. His lips slide down your neck for warm, and wet kisses, and you take the opportunity to unbuckle his belt and remode the button that holds his hean in place. With your foot, you slide it down until it falls loose around his ankles, so yuo can have access to the obvious tent in his briefs.

You stroke his cock through the fabric, and you smile as he tenses, his breath hitching against your throat. Your mouth open with a loud moan when you feel Johnny's teeth dig nto the skin between your neck and shoulder. The pain is extremely pleasant, and you press harder against his dick. "You are so hot." you smile, and play with the waistband of his brieds, snapping it against the skin of his hip. "So I've been told."

Soon, Johnny's lips are back on yours, and you can taste the alcohol he drank earlier, and he you had been drinking more than you had smoked, you would find it nice, but for now, the mix is pretty disgusting. Johnny breaks the kiss to catch his breath, and you looks into his eyes as you slowly pulls down his underwear. You frown when he opens his eyes wide, and before you can move, he is thrown back and slumped against the opposite wall.

"What the fuck!" you whisper when your gaze lands on Jaehyun. His eyes have nothing beautiful anymore, they are dark and frightening, like in your dreams. His breathing his heavy and rapid, he is enraged, you call feel it in the tense atmosphere of the room. "Jaehyun, what have you done !" you say when you finally come out of your torpor. As if he had just noticed your presence, Jaehyun turns to you and.. and he smiles. "I'm protecting you, my love."

"He was not hurting me !" you walk around the demon to join Johnny whose eyes are closed. Even in the dim light of the bedroom, you can see the blood streaming down his forehead. "Hey, hey, can you hear me ?" you asks. You are about to put your hand on him to shake him when Jaehyun grabs your wrist to force you on your feet. "He was going to hurt you, I felt it!" he says.

You try to extricate yourself from his grip, but he's much stronger. He pulls you against his chest, the heat emanating from his skin is strong, and he puts an arm around your waist to make you you do not move. "You can't trust them, Y/n, I'm the only one who'll never hurt you." His lips are close to yours, and like his body, his breath his hot.

Love ? You didn't know that a demon was capable of feeling anything like love. And why you ? What do you have more than other humans ? "Do you remember what I told you in your dream ?" He asks and you tilt your head, trying to remember. "I told you that I would show you wonders that humans can only dream of. And I will, but for that, you have to stay with me. You have to trust me."

You bite the inside of your cheek. Jaehyun is the dream boy. And when he behaves like a random human, you forget everything. But it is not an average boy you have in front of you, no, it's a demon, and yet..

"Is it true ?" you ask, and he frowns. "Do you really love me ?" he nods. "I love you, more than anyone will ever be able to love you." when he feels your fingers on his face, he smiles so fondly that he looks like a real angel. After all, demons are angels too, they just chose to follow a different god, you think.

"What are we going to do ?" you ask, glancing down at Johnny's limp body and Jaehyun sighs, annoyed at being cut off during such an intimate moment he's been waiting for. "I'll take care of it, you should go home." finally, he releases his hold on your waist, and you take a step back. You retrive your jacket that Johnny had thrown on the bed on entering the room, and you turn one last time when you open the door.

Jaehyun is hunched over Johnny's body, and if you weren't so confused by the whole situation and inebriated, you could swear you saw a red glow shine in the demon's eyes. You shake your head, and leave, closing the door behind you. In the hallway, you meet a guest who is about to open the bedroom door. "If I were you, I wouldn't go in there. Someone threw up, it's not pretty." the person, a boy with long blond hair growls and turns around. "Fuck, I saw no one in the fucking bedrooms."

You find Ten in the crowd, glass in hand, so you make you way to your roommate. You put a hand on his shoulder and lean in to whisper in his ear. "I'm not feeling well, I'm going home." he nods, before answering. "You want me to come with you ?" you refuse, explaining that it was his evening, he should take advantage of it and have fun. You promise to send him a message when you get home, and with that, you leave the house.

You take a deep breath when you step outside. The air is cold, and rain is starting to fall, just what you needed to cool your burning skin. You look at Ten's car parked in the driveway, and sigh when you realize you'll have to walk.

It is while walking in a dark alley of the city that you begin to regret the sensation of being watched from afar that Jaehyun gives you, because even if you have never admitted it, you feel safe. But now, you can't feel a thing, and you keep looking over your shoulder to make sure you are not being followed. But it must be your lucky day, because you arrive in front of your apartment in one piece, without having had any altercation with a drunk person.

The partment is empty, and silent.

You walk to the bedroom, and get rid of your wet clothes that smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke. You pull on a hoodie you find on the back of your office chair, and sit on the edge of your bed. All alone with your thoughts, you force yourself not to think of Johnny, and his inert body. You don't even know if he was still alive when you left, and what will Jaehyun do ? Is he going to call an ambulance ? Pass it off as an alcohol-related accident ?

You start to shake, your eyes filling with tears, you shouldn't have left, you should have helped Johnny. A sob escapes your lips, and it is at this precise moment that you feel a touch on your hands which are placed on your thighs. The contact is warm, and though you are still alone, you know it's Jaehyun. It's always Jaehyun.

"Jaehyun ?" you ask in a small voice, and you expect him to appear, but the touch on your hands disappears. After several unanswered attempts, you give up and slip under the blanket. You fall asleep in a few minutes, lulled by the sounds of the traffic outside.

You open your eyes when you hear movement near you. A form is watching over you next to the bed. "Jaehyun". you whisper, and feel a warm hand on your cheek. "You came back." your voice is full of sleep, and you push yourself on the side to make room for the demon. You have never invited him to bed, so he hesitates for a moment before lying down next to you. You lay your head on Jaehyun's chest. Is it because of the fatigue ? Alcohol ? Or the heat he gives off ? You don't know. You apprently lose the power of knowledge when the demon is around.

You feel the demon tighten, so you put a hand on his stomach. "I thought you weren't coming back, like the last few days." Jaehyun has to bend down to hear your voice, it's so low, and when he understands, he shakes his head. "I'm sorry I didn't come back." you shrug looking up at him. "I missed you, that's all."

The demon chuckles, and runs his thumb over your lower lip. "Pretty mouth tells dirty lies." he whispers, and you shake your head, sitting up. "You do not believe me ?" his lack of response is sufficient for you to understand.

You do something you never thought you would do, you kiss him softly. But the contact is quickly broken by Jaehyun who watches you in the half-light, incredulous. "Why did you do that ?" you sigh, you don't know yourself, but you still open your mouth. "You love me, right ? More than anyone can ever love me ?" when he nods, you kiss him once more, and he responds this time. If at the beginning the kiss was slow and gentle, it become a little more passionate, more feverish.

"Come on, you need to sleep, you've had a hell of a day." Jaehyun whispers against your lips, and you sigh. You lie down appropriately, and Jaehyun pulls you to his chest. It's strange to hear a heart beat in the chest of a demon, but you close your eyes. Yes, you had an exhausting day.

After this evening, the relationship between you and your demon changed considerably. If before you did everything possible to get rid of him, now you no longer seem capable to go a minute without him near you. Whether it's by being there, or just a reassuring presence. And Jaehyun is delighted. That's what he always wanted, to be there for you, and with you as much as he wants. For the first time since he first saw you, he no longer feels that nasty pressure in his chest when he sees you getting close to a boy, or when he can't be with you. He feels light, and free.

This morning, when he wakes up, he feels a weight on his hips. He opens his eyes groaning at the bright light in the room, but when his gaze lands on you, he smiles. He puts his hands on your waist, and you lean in to kiss him. Jaehyun wonders how you always tastes sweet, but he is not complaining, it's enjoyable, and addicting. Everything is addicting when it comes to you.

"What did I do to deserve such a sweet treat ?" he asks after breaking the kiss, and he chuckles softly when you case his lips with a pout. "You have to answer my question first if you want another treat." Jaehyun's hands slide under your sleeping shirt, and you shiver slightly. "Can you still manipulate my dreams ?" the demon remains silent for a while, but his smile is worth a thousand words. "Why, did you dream of something special ?" he asks, and you bite your bottom lip.

You lean down, nestling your face in the crook of his neck. He smells like sleep, and you. "I dreamed that you made me scream your name. That you kept telling me that I was yours, and that you would do everything in you power to stay close to me."

Jaehyun nods every now and then, and his smile growns. It's almost carnivorous the way he smiles. "That's exactly what I would do, if I could manipulate your dreams, of course." he answers, and you sit up. "Oh, so you didn't ?" he shakes his head, and you roll your eyes. You know he is lying, so you intend to make him pay. It is extremely unpleasant and frustrating to wake up from a wet dream. You buck your hips, and the demon groans weakly.

He opens his eyes, and you can see lust growing in that dark and frightening void. "If you haven't manipulated my dream, maybe you should show me if you are able to do that in real life." he smirks, and flip you onto the bed of hover over you. You laugh softly, pressing your hand to your mouth, it's too early to wake up Ten. "That's what we're not going to do." Jaehyun whispers, grabbing your wrist to pull it off your mouth. "I want to hear you. I want to hear every sound you make, my love."

He places a tender kiss on your lips, and he slides his lips down your neck. He repeatedly bites the skin of your collarbone, and then your throat. He loves your throat for some reason. Your hands rest in Jaehyun's hair, and when he looks up to ask permission to remove the t-shirt he's been playing with the hem of, you nod. The piece of tissue ends up on the floor. He kisses your chest, and he slowly moves down to your stomach, never lifting his lips from your hot skin.

He lowers the waistband of your pants, and he kisses your hips, he's soft, so far from what you have been expecting. You squirm with each of his kisses, and you feel so wet, it's embarrassing. "Can I ?" he asks, and you nod vigorously. He laughs at your eagerness, and he pulls down your pants and panties and the same time. They join your shirt on the floor. You suddenly feel very shy, and all you want is to curl up. Jaehyun myst feel the change in your behavior because he looks up.

"Do you want us to stop ?" you shake your head, and urge him to come back up, which he does immediately. When he kisses you, you circle his waist with your legs, your hands already working to remove his pants. He's already half hard, and you lick his lips. You could make this last for hours, but you really need to have him inside of you as soon as possible. Hell foreplay.

"You are so perfect." he whispers, and you slide your hand over his cock. You use the precum that has built up on the tip to stroke it slowly. Jaehyun lets his head fall in the crook of your neck, and his hot breath hits against your shivering skin. You're already sweating, and so is Jaehyun, yet you haven't done anything. You continue the movements of your hand until he is completely hard, following one of the veins with the tip of your index, and it is the turn of the demon's hand to find itself between your thighs. You bite Jaehyun's lips as his fingers spread your folds to collect the slick on the pad of his fingers.

For a moment -much too short- he plays with your clit with the tips of his fingers, and soon one of them is rubbing against your hole. Slowly, far too gently, he eases his first finger inside, and you moan weakly. "Come on, please .." you whisper, you do not know what you're asking for, but your brain is already turning into mush. It's Jaehyun's fault, his warmth, his scent, his hands, everything. He adds a second finger, then moves slowly back and forth, watching for any of your reactions.

When he crooks his fingers, and he reaches that little bundle of nerves that makes you roll your eyes and moan his name, he adds a third finger, and he speeds up, his thumb on your clit. "Stop stop, it's enough." you mumble, and Jaehyun withdraws his fingers. You whine at the feeling of emptiness, but is soon replaced by the head of Jaehyun's cock. He spits into his hand to lubricate his cock before returning to his original position. He puts his hands on either side of your face, caging you. And slowly, very slowly, he eases himself inside.

"You are so tight." you close your eyes, arching your back off the bed when he bottoms out you feel the bones of his hips flush against your ass, and you refrain from not whining to make him move. You spent the past few weeks blatantly ignoring Jaehyun, and now you are acting like you're going to die if he doesn't fuck you within a minute. "Move, please."

Jaehyun pulls out until only the head is still inside, and he snaps his hips. "Oh fuck." he growls. His voice is deep, and sultry, and it makes your head spin. You wrap your arms around his neck, and pulls his face to yours for a long kiss, it's only teeth and tongue but you don't care. The pace of his thrusts is fast, and you grip Jaehyun's hair between your fingers. He moans lowly at the pain, and it's a sound you don't think you can get enough of.

“Jaehyun, Jaehyun ..” you mewl when he snaps his hips a little harder. You let your legs drop from around his waist, and you already feel that familiar warmth in the pit of your stomach. You want to reach your climax as much as you want this moment to last forever. You grip his biceps, and when he gives a rather deep thrust, you dig your nails into his skin, hard enough to draw blood. Black blood.

Jaehyun curses under his breath, and you close your eyes. You who didn't want to wake Ten up know it was a waste of time, between your moans, Jaehyun's growls and the bed banging against the wall. Poor guy, he might give you a piece of his mind later, but you don't have time to think about it, too busy getting lost in pleasure. His rhythm is erratic, he must be close to his orgasm too.

"Are you going to cum for me, my princess?" he asks, and you nod. Jaehyun bites the skin of your neck, once more, and that's enough to make you black out. You see nothing, and hears nothing more than the beating of your heart and Jaehyun saying over and over that you are his, and only his. "I will never let anyone approach or hurt you. Mine."

When you regain consciousness Jaehyun is still inside you, but his movements are slow, coming down from his high. Your thighs are shaking, and you are sticky with sweat. Jaehyun lies on top of you, being careful not to crush you with his weight, and you run your hands on his back to stroke his burning skin. "It was good, so good." you whisper and he nods.

You remain silent, both far too busy coming back on earth after a mindblowing orgasm.

"I hate you !" the voice comes from the next room, Ten's. And you look at each other before laughing softly. Jaehyun comes out, and you scrunch your nose up at the feeling of emptiness, and at the sticky cum sliding down your thighs. "I'm tired." you mumble in a sleepy voice. You do not know what Jaehyun does next, all you know is that when you open your eyes a little later, Jaehyun is behind you, your legs are tangled, and his breathing is regular. You go back to sleep peacefully after that.

"You fucked a demon."

This is not what you expected when you left your room this morning. Your legs are numb, and your neck is painful from Jaehyun's many bites. Ten is on the couch, his laptop poised precariously in his lap. "I fucked a demon." you repeat, sitting down next to him.

"I didn't think you could fall so low." he says with a sigh, and you turn your gaze to Ten with a frown. You have had one-night stands with various kind of students students, and he never had the nerve to make that kind of comment. It's strange coming from Ten, but after all he's right, he's a demon, not just some stupid college student who sells drugs to pay for his porn's subscriptions.

"Oh, don't be like that Ten." you sigh, and he shrugs, refocusing on his computer. After a minute or two, you nudge him to get his attention. "Have you heard from Johnny?" you ask, suddenly curious about the condition of the poor boy who was unlucky enough to run into Jaehyun.

"Johnny? Why? Did you see him somewhere?" Ten puts his computer on the coffee table, and he turns to you. He's not making fun of you, he's serious when he talks. "What do you mean ?" you ask, trying to control the tremors in your voice. "No one has seen Johnny since the party."

The news hits you like a slap in the face, you thought he would be on his feet with a few missing memories, not that he would be actually missing. You get up from the couch, and without a word for Ten, you head for the bedroom. Jaehyun is still sleeping, so you pick up a pillow and swings it over him.

"Jaehyun, wake up!" it takes him several minutes to open his eyes, frowning. After a night like the one you had just spent, he expected a sweet awakening, and a few kisses, not being hit with a pillow. "What? What's going on?" you cross your arms against your chest. "Johnny. What have you done to Johnny? No one's seen him since..since the party!"

Jaehyun sits up, resting his back against the headboard. He rubs his eyes, and he takes his sweet time waking up before opening his mouth. "I did the right thing." if he thinks you are going to be satisfied with that answer, he is wrong. "The right thing? The right thing was to call an ambulance, not make him disappear! Where is he?" your voice is more urgent but you have to be silent so as not to attract Ten's attention.

"Why are you so interested in that?" he asks in a cold, sharp voice. He gets up from the bed with a smooth and graceful movement, and he walks towards you until you are locked between his body and the wall. "Do you like him? Is that why?" you shake your head, avoiding his threatening gaze. "Don't say such things! I don't like him, I just want to know why you did that!"

A low growl is heard, and if you could, you would try to become one with the wall. You squeak when Jaehyun's fingers rest around your throat. He takes a step forward, and he's so close that you can feel his breath against your lips. "You're mine, Y/n, I did what it took to keep him from coming back. And I would do it again. Again, and again. Until you figure out you don't need nobody. You only need me, do you understand me correctly? "

You grab his wrist as his grip tightens around your throat. You are already starting to feel the burning in your lungs from the lack of oxygen. "Jaehyun .. please I didn't mean to hurt you." your voice is weak, and so trembling that you wonder if he understood a single word of what you just said. "Mine." he growls before loosening his hold on your throat. You slide down the wall, tears streaming freely down your cheeks. You takes a long and difficult breath, it's extremely painful.

When you look up, Jaehyun is gone.

You feel stupid. You feel so silly for thinking that Jaehyun really loved you, and that you too could love him back. But you were wrong. It's not love Jaehyun has for you, it's an awful obsession. He doesn't show you what true love is, he manipulates you every day. And he knows how to do it, since you fell into his arms so easily after he ... after he killed Johnny.

Now that you have taken a step back, you realise that you should have been more vigilant, that you should have stayed with Johnny, and called someone yourself. You don't know what suddenly happened for you to give yourself to Jaehyun. Maybe that would have kept your life from turning into hell.

Jaehyun has made it his personal mission to make your life hell on earth.

He's always there, behind you, watching you rear, making sure no one is approaching you. When someone dares to approach you, you find yourself with blood on your clothes, and a corpse at your feet. Sad to say, but after a while you are no longer surprised. You no longer have nightmares, since nothing can be worse than your life.

Today is no different.

You woke up in Jaehyun's arms, feeling like you chest was crushed in a vise. Feeling his breath against the back of your neck is a sensation that you can't stand anymore. His hands give you chills when you thinks of all the blood they have shed. His smile is no longer angelic. And his laugh? You hear it everywhere you go. You can't do that anymore.

Lucky for you, Ten is the only person he hasn't touched yet. But for how long ? Ten is also the only person who can keep you grounded. Whenever he sees you falling back into your bad habit of letting yourself be bewitched by Jaehyun's sweet words, he is there to slap some sense into you, to remind you that you are better than that. If Ten wasn't there, you do not know where you would be.

When Jaehyun's grip on your waist loosens, you take the opportunity to slip out of bed. You take the clothes you had prepared the day before and leave the room. In the bathroom, you take a shower to get rid of the invisible dirt you feel every time Jaehyun puts his hands on you. You get dressed, and you find Ten in the kitchen. He's drinking a cup of coffee, and when he sees your face, he hands you his cup. You need it more than him.

"Are you sure ?" he asks, and you nod. Yes, you are sure, you have no other choice. "You can count on me." you walk up to Ten and places a kiss on his cheek, then turns on your heels. You put on your shoes, and after taking a long breath, you leave the apartment. You're not working today, otherwise you should have been planning this for another day.

When Jaehyun wakes up, he is surprised to be alone. The place next to him is cold, which means that you were long gone. He stands up, and he leaves the room. He searches the apartment, but all he finds is Ten and the disapproving look on his face. "Where is she ?" he asks and Ten shrugs. "She said she had to see a co-worker." that's enough to put Jaehyun in pure rage. Ten swallows hard as Jaehyun disappears, leaving behind that sickening smell of burning that he cannot get rid of. This is time for him to do something.

Doyoung is already waiting in front of the cafe when you arrive, and he smiles when he sees you. You approache, and you accept the hug he offers you. He's noticed that you haven't been yourself lately, and while he doesn't know the real reason behind this change in behavior, he's ready to help. Poor thing.

"You look tired." he says, and you sigh. You could cry, and fall into Doyoung's arms if you wanted to, but you can't, not now. "I am. Do you mind if we have coffee at my place? Ten is at work." he nods, of course he doesn't mind. You take his hand, and he intertwines your fingers. This feeling is now foreign to you who are used to the constant heat of Jaehyun's body, so feeling Doyoung's cold fingers is like comfort to you. Normality still exists.

The walk to the apartment is short. You make conversation with Doyoung who is completely oblivious to what is happening. You feel it. You feel Jaehyun behind you. You feel the holes he drills in your back with his gaze. You could even hear his heartbeat if you wanted to, heart ready to come out of his chest.

"After you." he says, like a gentleman, when you open the front door of the apartment. The apartment is empty, as you thought. Kind of. You walk towards the living room after letting go of Doyoung's hand, and you instantly miss the contact. You crave normal physical contact from a human being, it's crazy. "You want some coffee ?" he nods.

You walk to the kitchen, your hands resting on the edge of the counter, and you breathe slowly. You are ready to throw up, you are so nervous. Immediately, you find yourself leaning forward on the counter, one hand resting on you head to keep you from moving. "What do you think you're doing?" you've never heard Jaehyun be so threatening, yet he has been in the recent weeks. It's the last straw for him.

"I'm not doing anything Jaehyun, please let me go." the countertop tile is cold against your cheek, but it helps you keep your head in check. "You're really trying to make me angry! You haven't understood yet that you don't need anyone but me. I'm sure it's Ten, I should have gotten rid of him a long time ago. He's the one keeping you away from me." he releases the pressure on your head, and he walks to the living room.

When Doyoung's gaze lands on Jaehyun, he frowns. He certainly didn't expect the boy to grab him by the collar of his shirt and pull him up to him. "She's mine." the rest is a mix of screams and blood splashing on the walls. You watch the scene, and you don't move. You cry, you can't help it, and a sob escapes your lips when Doyoung's gaze meets yours one last time. "I'm sorry." you articulate. You had no other choice.

Jaehyun drops Doyoung's limp body, and he turns to you. He is about to take a step forward when he finds himself blocked by an invisible force field. "What is happening ?" he growls. He tries to move, but he is unable to come out of this small circle protected by something that is drawing a lot of energy from him.

"It's the only solution, Jaehyun." you murmur, voice broken by another sob. You look at the ground, and Jaehyun follows your gaze. He was so angry that he hadn't noticed the absence of the coffee table in the living room, and the white chalk drawing on the dark wood floor. A pentacle was drawn there by Ten when you went out to retrieve your victim. "Why why !" he screams, and you take a step back.

You know he can't reach you, you spent hours researching it, the best way to trap a demon, and yet you can't help but feel your organs tighten with fear. "I can't do this anymore, Jaehyun." Jaehyun punches his fists against the invisible force field, and the more he does so, the redder his eyes turn. If you get close, you're sure you could see the flames of the underworld reflecting.

"I love you, Y/n! I love you more than .." he starts, but you cut him off. "Yes, more than anyone will ever be able to love me. But that's not love, Jaehyun." you can't describe the anger you reads on the demon's face. "I've killed for you baby, who else could say that?" he's using a nickname you liked for a while, but that only reinforces your decision. "Killing for me wasn't the best way to prove me your love."

"I killed an angel for you! I killed an angel to be with you!" you open your eyes wide to his words. "You- you killed my guardian angel." he nods, a proud expression on his demonic face. So everything that happened was not because of a mistake, but because Jaehyun wanted to be with you. Because he needed to be near you. "You are a monster."

This is the obvious. Jaehyun laughs and you feel your blood boiling inside of you. "Ten, you can come, it's okay." The apartment was not really empty, Ten was hiding in his room waiting for the signal. He stops in front of Jaehyun, and he can't help but smile when he sees that the demon can't reach him. "Oh, the poor little demon can't do anything, that's too bad." you roll your eyes, of course Ten was going to tease him.

It is your turn to approach the pentacle on the ground, and Jaehyun. Despite all the anger in his eyes, you can also see how much love he has for you. And you know that no one can ever love you as much as he does, that's right. But you don't mind, you don't need love like that. You need pure love that will never hurt you. If you can ever trust someone after that.

"You know, for a while, I really thought I could love you, Jaehyun." you explain in a tender voice. "But you're nothing but a monster, you don't deserve to be loved. And you don't deserve to love. At least here you won't hurt anyone anymore." you look at the demon whose face break into something you can't explain, an expression you had never seen on him. It looks like..understanding, pain, and mixed with that natural anger. It's the last time you'll ever see this face, and deep down, it hurts, but it's for the better. You leave the living room.

Ten is in front of the door, with the suitcases you packed the day before. You are ready to start a new life, far from here, far from Jaehyun and the blood he shed in this city of doom. You open the door, and you and Ten walk out of the apartment. The last thing you hear before the elevator door closes are Jaehyun's screams. He is begging for release, begging for forgiveness, promises he can never keep.

"It's you and me against the world, once again." Ten says, and he takes you hand. Yes, it's just the two of you now. You, and a trapped demon.

Trapped, but for how long ?

#nct #nct imagines #jaehyun imagines #nct scenarios #jaehyun scenarios #nct smut #jaehyun smut #jung jaehyun #the tags better work istg

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peachdoxie · 3 years

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So I decided to go to Walmart today (my first mistake) because I've absolutely been craving white cheddar cheese rice cakes and both Meijer and Kroger are sold out after I bought them all last week, and of course walking an hour both ways in the relatively cool Ohio summer of 77°F and twice that in humidity is the most logical choice. I check to make sure it's not going to rain on the The Weather Channel app, then grab my unintentionally-diluted gatorade and Cubs hat with the pride flag on it and head out.

Now, when I planned to leave it was mostly cloudy and I thought that would be fine, but the sun decided to show its sexy face and I spent most of the 2.6 mile walk limping in the sunshine since my right foot decided it was going to yell at me for putting weight on it, but I persevered and made it to Wallyworld in more or less one piece, albeit exhausted and with a headache building. I get half way to the grocery section before remembering I need a cart (I also want to buy flour) and wander my way to the front, then back to the grocery aisles. I eventually find the location where ideally there should be dozens of bags of white cheddar cheese rice cakes for me to purchase, but, alas—they have all the flavors but white cheddar cheese, and so I have to settle for white cheddar cheese poppéd cörn triangles instead. With my disappointing spoils of war, I hobble to the self-checkout and legally purchase my corn triangles and flour.

At this point I'm really feeling like crap and am totally dreading heading back out in the heat, so I plunk myself and my mostly-empty cart down at the Walmart Sbubby (eet freesh) and play around on my phone, hoping that taking a break off my feet in the aircon will help me stop feeling like crap. After sitting for a bit, I get up, push my cart to the exit, stare outside with a mounting sense of dread, return the cart, and then walk back inside to the Sbubby, wondering how long I can loiter before they kick me out, when my body finally decides to inform me that holy shit you need some more calories girl. Hmm, I think. Maybe this is why I feel like crap.

The problem is that I don't really want Subway—I've mostly forgotten/ignored there's an entire Walmart behind me, as any sane person should—because it's Subway, and also because I was hoping to stop by the Italian restaurant on the way home and get some spaghetti, since eating a Subway sandwich will make me not hungry for the very excellent spaghetti that I don't get the chance to eat since I only go to this area of town when I can justify walking an hour for something, which apparently includes white cheddar cheese rice cakes but not spaghetti. I'm wondering how much the Subway Sandwich Artist™ will judge me if I just get a six inch with nothing but cheese on it when my eyes fall upon what I instantly know will be my savior: a soft pretzel covered in butter and salt.

"One salted pretzel," I say, somehow coherent, "and a regular fountain drink" because I'd also like some soda because why not. The Subway Sandwich Artist™ obligingly gives me my pretzel, which I legally purchase along with the soda. I sit down with my ambrosia and nectar and immediately regret my decision: Hellworld's attempt to cool its firey pits is super loud and I am quickly descending into the sensory overload layer of hell. Luckily, this Subway has a back area where it is 2% quieter into which I can retreat. I do, I wipe off half the salt because I'm not a masochist, and begin consuming the pretzel.

While this is happening, I'm updating my friends on discord as to my situation, and I recall the time my sister passed out while on a hike in Albania because she got overheated and threw off her salt balance, and I think, hmm, this is probably what's happening to me. And sure enough, after eating the pretzel and downing the soda has made me feel better! Yay! I mean, I still feel like crap, but crap that can at least attempt to make the walk home. It's like an hour after I arrived to Walmart at this point and 45 minutes of that has been me in this Subway. I throw out my trash, pack up my things, and head to the exit.

It is now pouring down rain.

Curse you, The Weather Channel! I shake my fist at the sky. Curse you for lying to me! I trusted you! My tears rival the rain.

I am now faced with walking home in the pouring down rain, thus missing out on my spaghetti, or remaining in the Walmart Subway for even more time, despite my health bar being rapidly drained by proximity to the megacorporation's holy temple. I check the The Weather Channel app to see what they say, knowing they are untrustworthy, and see that it's supposed to rain for the next few hours.

Fuck it. I'm going to go buy a rain poncho to protect my flour and just sacrifice my shoes to the puddle gods since the sidewalks here range from "flat" to "expert mountain climbers only" and I know my feet will be soaked within five seconds of leaving the building. First, though, I want to use the toilet, but the one at the front is being cleaned, so I head to the back. Granted, I had to go there anyway since I figured the sporting goods area is the most likely to have a rain poncho.

I cannot find the rain poncho. I've been in this Walmart for over an hour and a half at this point.

I go back to the front in the off chance the seasonal picnic aisles might have one, cringe at the bountiful supply of American Patriotic Equipment, and eventually give up and ask the greeter lady where I can find a rain poncho. Aisle L24, aka one of the camping aisles in the back of the store. I've already searched there but apparently cannot read, because I find them this time, begrudgingly grab the blue since they don't make pink in the adult size, and return, once more, to the front of the store, where I legally purchase the poncho.

In the ten minutes it took me to decide to find the rain poncho and buy it, it's stopped raining and the sun is shining because of course it is.

#anecdotes by peachdoxie #at least i got my spaghetti #now i only have two miles to walk back to my apartment #where i will promptly collapse on the couch

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nikanndros · 3 years

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I just want you to know that I think about From Eden at least once a week and I've lost count of how many times I've reread it. If you ever wanna share what comes next amd what other ideas you had for that universe i'm here to listen op 👀

Thank you, I love you! When I first wrote that fic, I had two other parts (at least) that I wanted to go with it, and since they’re partially written I’m happy to share those bits with you:

From Eden Part 2

“It’s just unfair, you know,” the girl said. Her words were slightly slurred. To be fair, they were in a nightclub after midnight. Everyone was slurring. “I was there for him, and I paid his bills while he went through college and now! He has a real job and he dumped me for his secretary.” She started sobbing.

Damen, who was six foot three, strongly built, and also carrying a loaded weapon, took her hands and made a sympathetic noise. “Lykaios,” he said, because he --unlike Laurent-- had actually listened when she’d introduced herself. “I think the best thing for you now is to forget about him. He didn’t deserve you.”

Lykaios sniffled. “You think so?”

“Of course I do,” Damen said. “I’ve only known you for a few minutes and I already can see that you’re incredible. Right, babe?”

“Right,” Laurent deadpanned. He glanced at his watch. “It’s quarter to.”

Damen nodded. Still holding Lykaios’ hands, he turned to Laurent. “Security?”

“Just the two.”

“Great.” He looked back to Lykaois. “Listen, doll, we’ve got to get down to business, but I want you to remember what I said, okay? You’re worth a lot more than that guy gave you. And your mascara is running a little. Maybe you should go fix it up in the bathroom and wipe your tears?”

“Okay,” Lykaois sniffed. “Thank you.” She left.

Damen gave Laurent a grin, the crooked, teeth-baring one that appeared whenever they were about to do a job. “Ready?”

“You never call me doll.”

“Do you want me to?”

“Try it sometime and see.”

Damen yanked him in by the jacket and kissed him, slowly and bordering on indecent. “Alright,” he said, after he pulled back. “Show time.”

As Damen disappeared into the crowd, Laurent grasped his --still full-- drink, turned, and threw its contents at the roughest looking guy in the place.

“Hey, what the hell?” The guy squared his shoulders; he was intimidating even covered in lemonade.

“Fuck you,” Laurent replied.

At this point, three months of travelling and stealing and, most importantly, Damen, Laurent had become pretty efficient at inciting fights. He didn’t need to see the punch coming to know that it was, he just sidestepped and let the man stumble into the back of another patron. It took less than thirty seconds before half the clientele were involved in an all out brawl.

The two security guards rushed in, and were immediately overwhelmed enough that the only bartender -- a youngish lad with a crooked nose -- had to join in to get everything under control. Laurent punched him.

Eventually, the fight got calmed down enough for fingers to point to Laurent and the lemonade clad man as the inciters, and guards hauled them both out into the parking lot.

“Let me go!” Lemonade guy yelled. “I’ll fucking kill him.”

“You can try,” Laurent said, a lot more willing to be subdued by the guard that had him by the arms.

“Don’t make us call the police, man,” his guard complained. “The both of you can go your separate ways, come on.”

The door behind them opened.

“Sweetheart,” Damen said, chidingly. “I step away for two minutes and you get yourself into trouble.”

---

They go back to a motel after this and Damen reveals the money he stole from the tills while Laurent was being a distraction. Sexy times ensue. Damen eventually falls asleep and Laurent stays awake with the tv on. The news comes on and an interview is shown with Lykaios being interviewed about the robbery at the bar -- she gives a completely inaccurate description of what Damen looked like, and Laurent reflects on how easy it is for Damen to charm people to taking his side.

From Eden Part 3

Their most recent car was a much older model. The aircon was busted and they had to wind down the windows themselves, but at least the radio worked. It was hot, despite it being a couple of hours past sunset.

Damen was singing with the radio. He wasn’t going to win any awards, but his voice was deep and he had a nice enough sense of the music. He grinned at Laurent. He was always happy. It was part of what made him so magnetic.

Laurent smiled back. After two years with Damen, the expression felt natural.

Except for them, the road was empty. Damen reached over and took Laurent’s hand in his.

“Watch the road,” Laurent said.

Damen laughed. “But you’re my favourite view.”

“I won’t be happy if you kill us in a car wreck.”

Obediently, Damen looked back to the road. And then, because it was Damen, the car sped up.

Laurent’s hair flew about chaotically, longer than it had ever been when his uncle had been keeping a hand of Laurent’s appearance. It needed a trim, but as much as Laurent trusted Damen, he didn’t trust him to do that. Damen had offered to take him to a salon, somewhere quiet where there was no chance he’d be recognised, but Laurent wasn’t fond of the idea of being trapped in a chair like that. He was too used to freedom by now.

“Left here,” Laurent instructed.

They’d had to slow down once the got near the town. It was best to avoid anyone’s attention for as long as possible. (An admittedly difficult feat when traveling with someone like Damen).

They drove a little way past the house, until they found an obscure little dirt road to park down. It wouldn’t do for someone to see the car. They grabbed their things, and looped back to the house on foot.

Quietly, Damen was still singing.

“Stop it,” Laurent said.

“You love it,” he replied. “This is your birthday present, baby, at least look like you’re having fun.”

“This is literally the worst place we could get caught.”

“No it isn’t,” Damen replied. “I checked out the police station last time I was here. Breaking out of the cells would be too easy.”

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

“There were no lights on when we drove by. No one is home.”

That was true. And they’d timed it perfectly, assuming schedules hadn’t changed in the last two years. The house was silent when they got to it, not a light in sight as promised.

Laurent took a deep breath.

“Chin up,” Damen said. “Let’s go rob your uncle.”

The spare key wasn’t where uncle used to keep it, so they went around the back and Damen fucked with the lock until it opened. It was almost hard to walk into the house, full of so many bad memories, except it had never truly been Laurent’s home and he could just tell himself this was another job.

“The study,” Laurent said, leading the way.

They crept up the stairs together, torches on their lowest settings.

The study was a formidable room with the big, mahogany desk, and the shelves of books that existed solely to make visitors feel stupid. “Look at this,” Laurent said, pulling out one of the books. “War and Peace in Russian. He doesn’t even know Russian.”

Damen reached past him, and nonchalantly, tipped a stack of books off the shelf. They clattered noisily onto the floor. “Oops,” Damen said. He turned away. “Where’s the safe?”

“Under the desk,” Laurent replied. He was busy searching through the books, finding any early editions to pilfer. They’d probably be able to sell them to an antique store for a bit of quick cash.

Damen worked away at the safe for a bit, guessing potential codes Laurent had told him about. “None of these are working, sweetheart.” The safe made a beeping noise. “Oh, wait. Got it. Wow, he really deserves to be robbed.”

“I’m sure he thought I’d never come back here.”

Damen made a vaguely angry noise. He didn’t like reminders of what had happened to Laurent in this house. He’d even tried to convince Laurent that they could just murder his uncle while they were here. Laurent wasn’t sure he wanted to add cold-blooded murder to their repertoire just yet though. However tempting.

Damen stood up, suddenly. Hands full of Laurent’s uncle’s emergency cash. He grinned.

“Happy birthday - to - you,” he crooned.

Laurent couldn’t help it. He laughed. “I love you, you beautiful fucking bastard.”

Abandoning the books, Laurent moved in and kissed him. Carefully, Damen put the money down on the desk so that he could cup Laurent’s face in his hands. It was always intoxicating to kiss Damen. There was something about him that made Laurent forget himself until there was only the press of their lips.

“I love you too,” Damen whispered, pulling back a little. He’d stopped smiling; it was a moment of complete genuine emotion. He did that sometimes, always out of the blue, and it always made Laurent want to clutch him tighter and maybe cry.

“Let’s finish up here,” Laurent said, “and then we can go find somewhere nice and fuck under the stars.”

“You always know just what to say to seduce me,” Damen said.

They bagged the money, and the books Laurent had picked, and then they made their way down the stairs again.

“Wait,” Damen said.

“What?”

“I’m hungry.” He turned into the kitchen and opened the fridge. “Oh hey, chocolate.”

Actually, that was an idea. Laurent followed him into the kitchen and went straight for the pretentious temperature controlled wine fridge. “Pinot noir or Shiraz?”

“Whatever is more expensive,” Damen replied. He was adding strawberries and oranges to the bag as well. Cream?”

“It’ll go warm too fast.”

“I feel like we should unplug the fridge before we go, at least,” Damen added. “If you’re still against me putting bleach in the milk.”

“Wouldn’t that make it curdle?”

Damen shrugged. “I don’t know. I had a cement mixer in a bar once but that was lime juice.”

“You can unplug the fridge. If he dies from food poisoning, that’s on him.”

Damen started to look for the cord to the fridge.

“Wait,” Laurent whispered. “Did you hear that?”

They froze, listening.

There it was. The soft sound of the stairs creaking. Fuck. Silently, Laurent gestured towards the back door. Damen nodded. He was carefully reaching over to the knife stand.

“Renaud?” came a small voice.

A young boy, no more than thirteen, stepped into the kitchen. He was wiping at one eye sleepily in a childlike gesture. Less childlike were the bruises on his arms. Laurent knew he and Damen had matching expressions of horror.

The boy’s eyes widened as he took them in. “Who are you?” he said.

Damen’s expression was one of barely concealed fury. He looked at Laurent. “I’m not leaving until that man is in a shallow grave.”

“Don’t scare the boy,” Laurent admonished. He turned to the child and tried to look as non-intimidating as a late-night home invader could possibly look. “What’s your name?”

“Are you Renaud’s friends?” The boy asked.

“No,” Laurent said. “Definitely not. I’m Laurent.”

The boy was frowning. “You used to live here.”

“Yes.”

“Well,” he straightened up, suddenly hostile. “You’re not allowed to come back. He doesn’t want you anymore; I’m better.”

“Where are your parents?” Damen asked.

“We’re not giving him back to parents who-”

“They’re dead,” the boy said. He didn’t sound upset.

The boy is obviously Nicaise. They hear a car in the driveway and Laurent locks Nicaise in the pantry. Laurent’s protective instinct rears up and he insists they kill the uncle now. Damen is fully down for it. Murder ensues. They let Nicaise out and keep him away from finding out that the uncle is dead in the next room. They tell Nicaise to pack a back and discuss what to do with him. Damen suggests dropping him off at a hospital or somewhere like that where someone can get help for him (since they can’t exactly go to the cops).

Nicaise overhears and says that he doesn’t want to have a new foster parent; at least his current one has a big house. Laurent hearing that feels too wary to risk Nicaise getting another bad household. Damen is like, well I guess we can keep him if you want??? Laurent agrees. They go get in the car and drive away.

Anyway this AU was directly inspired by the film clip for Hozier’s ‘From Eden’, you should watch it bc that’s the story I intended to write

#captive prince #the criminals au #my writing #dancyon

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tare-anime · 3 years

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A story about the journey of Pirate Captain Anya in finding her most valuable treasure. A Pirate AU (?) :P (AO3)

Don’t forget to check this magnificent Pirate Captain Anya art by @honeycloverbee

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The sun set high in the blue summer sky. A perfect day to sail on the Black Beauty. The wind picked up the pace, and it made the Jolly Roger flapped proudly on top of their main mast.

The captain of the ship, a girl with pink hair wearing traditional pirate headgear, an eyepatch, pirate robe, hook in her hand, black leather pants, and cute boots. She whistled cheerfully while steering the Black Beauty through the ocean.

Suddenly, her first mate, a tall blond man shouted, "Land ahoy!! 9 o'clock!!"

"Aye!!" Anya Forger, the captain yelled back, "Nice job there, inmate!!"

"First mate! Or just… 'mate'" the blond man, Loid Forger, rolled his eyes, corrected the term, and slid down from the crows nest.

“We’re close to the treasure island, mate! As my magic compass now starts to glow!” The captain was brimming.

“Aye!” First mate Loid answered unenthusiastically.

Suddenly the bright sky turned dark, as the sun was covered with thick heavy thunderstorm clouds. The wind blew harder, and the Black Beauty tried her best to roam the raging sea.

“Stay strong, mate!! We’re so close to our treasure!”

The captain tried her best to steer the Black Beauty and made her sail on course, while the first mate held the sails with all his strength.

Suddenly a strong wave washed the deck of Black Beauty, and the first mate was washed away.

“Oh no! Help me, captain!” Loid flatly called his captain.

“Hang in there mate!!” the captain shouted dramatically, and ran to grab the live preserver. She then threw the live preserver to her mate, and shouted again “Grab it, mate!! I’ll save you!!”

“……..” Loid blinked at the thing thrown at him.

"........."

“Psst…. Papa, use it!” Anya whispered.

With a heavy sigh, Loid took the Bondman rubber buoy, and hung it around his neck. He then wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Suddenly a beautiful ‘aaaaaa’ singing voice could be heard.

Captain Anya gasped dramatically, “The siren!! Help is coming!!”

“Weren’t sirens supposed to be a bad omen for sailors?” Loid thought to himself.

“Look, it’s the mermaid!!” Anya pointed to the edge of the stage, and Loid turned his head towards the direction pointed by his daughter.

His jaw dropped.

From the end of the stage, Yor emerged. She was using a grey rotund costume from head to toe, only her face was showing. Loid could see whiskers protruding from the costume around her face, and she was moving the flippers arms as she waddled forward with difficulties because both of her legs were wrapped tightly around the costume tails, only showing her ankles and feet.

“It’s a frikin’ dugong!” Loid exclaimed.

“Mermaid is actually a dugong, Papa! We need to stay to the science fact,” Anya deadpanned.

The audience started to laugh out loud when they saw “the mermaid”.

Loid felt his face reddened, and not just from the heat.

He kept reminding himself the reason why he did this embarrassing acting in the first place.

A week ago, Anya had come home and relayed the news about a probability of earning a stela star, should she win at the summer festival plays. Unfortunately, back to back missions had prevented him from assisting his daughter and Becky in preparing a play scenario, costumes, and props. He left supervision to Yor, but… now he started to question the decision.

This play scenario made no sense at all.

Plus, he wondered why Eden Academy thought it was a good idea to build the stage in the middle of their courtyard, under direct heat of summer sun, instead making it in their hall where surely there were aircons.

“Hang in there, o brave sailors…. I’ll come and save you….” Yor said her lines stiffly.

She then waddled for several steps towards Loid, but then she tripped and fell flat forward.

Out of reflex, Loid immediately stood up to help his wife, but then he was yanked backward by the buoy tied to a rope, and fell flat on his bottom.

Laughs from the audiences again could be heard.

Yor tried to get up, but the costumes hindered her from doing so. Anya then jumped down from the ‘ship’, approached her mother and tried to help her to no avail.

Loid removed the buoy from his neck, and hurriedly helped his wife to stand. He then noticed how crimson his wife’s face was, and she was sweating profusely.

“You okay?” He whispered.

“..m fine…” Yor whispered back, then she continued her line, “Look…. The magic island appears!”

“Oh!!” Anya then ran to the ‘island’ stage, and lifted up an Aladdin lamp, “I found the treasure!!”

"Huh?" Loid raised his brows, "Magic lamp?"

Captain Anya then started to rub the lamp, and with a dramatic puff of smoke, Becky the genie appeared. She was using a very cute simple summer dress.

“Now there’s a genie?” Loid muttered under his breath, while Yor giggled and whispered, “A very cute one.”

“O brave souls, I shall grant three of your wishes!” Becky said her lines proudly.

“Please give me the most priceless treasure of all time!” Anya then said her first wish.

“Your wish is my command!” Becky then moves her arms dramatically, “Now I’ll marry Mr. Forger, and become your mom!”

Loid gawked, “Huh?”

The black haired girl then ran towards Loid, but before she reached him, she was pulled at the side by his daughter.

“Becky!! You’re supposed to turn my mom into a princess!” Anya whispered to her friend.

“But I want to marry Mr. Forger!”

“Aren’t you supposed to grant my wishes?”

“Yes! And I shall become your mom!”

“I want you as my best friend! I already have a mom! Becky, please stick to the scenario!!” Anya pleaded to her best friend.

The black haired girl sighed, and finally relented, “Fine…. Behold the princess mermaid!!”

On her que, the puff of smoke filled the stage. Loid saw Yor squirming and tugging from inside her costume.

“What are you doing?” he whispered.

“I’m stuck!” his wife whined.

“I’ll rip this costume open then.”

“No! No! Loid, stop! You’ll ruin the dress!”

“You mean you’re wearing another costume inside that?!” he bewilderedly asked.

“I’m supposed to transform into a princess,” she whispered back and struggled even harder. Loid noticed how Yor started to sweat even more and breath heavily.

Unfortunately, the smoke cleared out before Yor managed to shed the dugong costume, and she can only cringed at her failure. She then mouthed her apology to Anya.

Fortunately, the kid immediately thought of an improvised line, and shouted to the audience, “And thus, The Pirate Captain got her most valuable treasure: a family! The Prince as the Father, The Dugong Princess as the Mother, and the Genie as her best friend. They all live happily ever after!”

“Wait, now I’m the prince?? What kind of scenario is this?!” Loid facepalmed.

The audience aaaw-ed and gave them big applause.

All four of them bowed and the curtain closed.

They started to walk out of the stage, when Loid noticed Yor swayed and staggered. He reflexively steadied her.

“Sorry, I suddenly feel a bit dizzy….” she smiled sheepishly.

He frowned and in one swift motion carried his wife bridal style.

“Lo-...Loid!! Put me down!”

“I’m getting you out of this stupid costume right away, or you’re going to get a heat stroke!”

“Carry me too, Mr. Forger!”

“Becky!!”

Loid could only roll his eyes at the antics of these ladies, and hope that at least after enduring all this trouble and embarrassment, Anya would get the Stela Star.

Unfortunately for him, there were no promises of stella stars to begin with. It was just a rumour among the students.

But being able to perform with all of her family and BFF made Anya really happy.

So that one achievement was enough for him.

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Ah… what parents would do for their children's happiness… at the end Anya was right. The most precious treasure IS family. But seriously, what did I just write? I have no idea. Just thrown in pure random things XD

Hope you enjoyed it though ^^

#spy x family #sxf #sxf fics #loid forger #anya forger #becky blackbell #yor forger #twiyor #slice of life #pirate AU #AUpril #comedy

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potahun · 3 years

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“Wo Men De Ge” Archery competition /translation

Translation of some of the archery bits in this special edition of Ep.11 of Season 1, because it was hilarious at the time and this week’s episode in S2 made me a nostalgic bastard on main again. Starts from approx. 1:52 onwards and ends around 14:39.

MC Lin Hai welcomes Na Ying back, who makes her entrance by singing a song from Fei Yuqing. Lin Hai notes that Ayanga isn’t there yet (he was on the plane), so he would pair up with Fei Yuqing in Ayanga’s stead.

The order of performance in the Episode is to be decided via one round of archery and one round of draws.

MC: So let’s do it like this. The youngest ones here are our Shen Shen and our Yi Qiao. Therefore, you two have the right to decide. You can pick your opponents.

ZS: I’ve already decided about my opponent. I believe everyone here knows the theory of Tian Ji’s strategy for horse-racing. The weakest *designates himself* should pick the strongest....teacher Hua Jian.

ZHJ: !! *sings while shaking ZS’s hand* You look deeply at me~

ZS: *sings in the same tune* Last time you overtook me by a whole lap~ (at kart racing)

MC (to ZS): So your picking teacher Hua Jian today, is it for revenge?

ZS: I’m....helping everyone to get rid of the strongest first. *laughs*

ZHJ: He fell for it.

MC: Then, Yi Qiao, he took your master away. What about you?

YQ: I think...how about teacher Keqin?

LKQ: *waves hi*

YQ: I think he’s pretty strong too, so I want to have a match.

LKQ: I’m good at a lot of sports....except archery.

MC: Then, the next one will be interesting: Xiao Zhan. You pick. Do you want to go against me or Xiao Ge? Your pick.

XZ: Then I’ll pick....Teacher Fei. (FYQ: Ey. Alright.)

NY (to XZ): Yes. Elder brother (Fei Yuqing), he’s got hyperopia. (FYQ: Aayy *laughs* XZ: !!!!!!!!) He won’t be able to do it. It’ll all be blurry -- he’ll just see a pile of circles. No problem! He won’t shoot accurately.

MC: Alright. Then, Na Jie, I’ll accompany you. Alright?

First group up: Zhou Hua Jian vs Zhou Shen (Zhou-Zhou shooting)

Everyone shouts encouragements from the back of the room, while Zhou Hua Jian prepares to shoot. His first arrow scores a 5.

ZS: Wooow~

YQ: Not bad!

MC, singing: Aaaaahh Fifth Ring~ (Everyone laughs) (T/N: It’s a famous song about Beijing’s ring roads that was a bit of a gag, called the 5th Ring Road Song)

ZHJ, pretending to be dissatisfied: The wind is too strong! Can someone turn off the aircon?

Meanwhile, Zhou Shen struggles to even nock the arrow.

ZS, laughing: Aiya...my arrow keeps on falling... (LKQ, watching him from behind: *snorts* Aiyo ya.)

After much struggle, Zhou Shen shoots a 0. Li Keqin stands up:

LKQ: OK OK! OK! OK! It’s better than I imagined! It’s better than your driving!!

Zhou Shen turns around to laugh back at him. Meanwhile, Zhou Hua Jian shoots his 2nd arrow...which also turns out to be a 0.

NY: Ohh, which one is that?

ZHJ: No, no. That fell outside the target.

LKQ, standing up again: Zhou Shen! You can do it!

ZS, shouting towards the back of the room: I THINK I CHOSE THE RIGHT PERSON. *cackles soundlessly*

ZHJ: You insult me! *laughs*

ZS: I’ve never participated in such a fair competition!! (ZHJ bursts out laughing)

FYQ: This arrow is an important one.

LKQ (to ZS): A bit higher! A bit higher!

Zhou Shen shoots a 5. Much wow-ing and clapping ensues.

ZHJ, giving him a high-five: Whoaaa!! You’re too much, you! You’re too much! (ZS laughs)

XZ: Whoa, fate changed with just one arrow...!

ZS (to the back of the room): THE SCORES ARE VERY EVENLY MATCHED. *laughs impishly*

ZHJ: Alright alright. I’ve been too generous! I can’t let you win anymore.

ZS, leaning towards him: You certainly talk big. *cackles impishly*

ZHJ, preparing to shoot: Whooa. OK! Here I go.

ZS, teasing him: It’s off, it’s off. A bit lower. It’s off, it’s off, it’s off...

Zhou Hua Jian shoots another 0 (it actually turns out Zhou Shen was right, it was way too high).

ZHJ, laughing (to ZS): No matter where you shoot, you’ve won now. (ZS makes a face) What’s that expression for??

ZS: If I shoot above yours, I’ve lost. (ZHJ laughs)

Zhou Shen finally shoots his 3rd arrow. It’s a 3. Zhou Shen won against Zhou Hua Jian by 3 points.

ZS (to the others): Who would have thought I’d win on the account of the person I picked? *laughs*

Second group: Li Keqin vs Jiang Yi Qiao.

LKQ (to the others): I’ll tell you, I saw it earlier on TV, everything else is unimportant -- the most important thing is the mouth. *does a big-lipped fish expression*

ZHJ: Alright then, let’s have a look at how his mouth is doing.

Li Keqin actually does the thing with his mouth and shoots a very stable 7. Xiao Zhan proceeds to imitate the pose in an attempt to learn. Meanwhile, Jiang Yi Qiao is struggling.

YQ: Hold on, I’m shaking a little....

LKQ, laughing: Your mouth has to be like this. *does the fish lips again*

Yi Qiao tries it, shoots 3 arrows back-to-back and gets 0, 2, and 0 points respectively. Zhou Hua Jian and Zhou Shen are both dying at the back of the room.

ZHJ, standing up: You guys should check! *points at Yi Qiao’s last arrow on the wall* I’m sure a fly just died over there.

Meanwhile, Li Keqin shoots a 5 and a 4. Qin Shen Shen leads for the moment being, with 24 vs 7 points.

ZS, clapping and welcoming LKQ back: Awesome, awesome, awesome.

LKQ: Ehhh, it’s all thanks to youuu.

Third Group: Lin Hai (standing in for Ayanga) vs. Na Ying.

Na Ying goes first.

NY: Eh. *winces as she shoots a 0 point on the wall* Eh...

XZ: It’s okay, it’s okay!

ZHJ, pointing at XZ: Yeah, it’s okay, there’s him going behind you, there’s still him.

ZS: It’s okay, there’s still Xiao Zhan!

XZ: What if they all go off-track? *laughs*

Na Ying shoots her other arrows and they’re all 0s.

ZHJ, laughing: Hey, they’re all way up there!

Na Ying’s arrows:

LKQ: Great aim. All 3 arrows are around the same area... (ZHJ: If you move the whole target upwards, she’d be smack in the middle. )

For some reason, Na Ying nocks another arrow and slowly turns it towards MC Lin Hai.

ZHJ, from the back of the room: Na Jie, don’t direct your arrow at him.

MC, finally noticing the danger: Eh?! *jumps back and laughs nervously* Um...uh?

NY, smiling sweetly but in a vaguely threatening manner: Hehe. What I mean to say is...you’re up against someone old, so....

MC, reassuring but backing up slowly: No, no, no, I’ve got it. I’ve got it.

NY, still vaguely threatening: You get me, right...?

MC, with his arrow nocked (to NY): I know. *turns his head towards her* I’ll just shoot while looking at you.

MC Lin Hai shoots a 10 (full score) while looking at Na Ying. The whole room loses it, Zhou Hua Jian most of all.

MC, half-collapsed and laughing (to NY): I...I was really looking at you just now! I just--

NY, in equal disbelief: My God!! You’re playing this hand against me...? That’s really too good!! Seriously...what’s the expression again, this is like playing the pig to eat the tiger!! Aiyoo.... (MC: I didn’t...!)

XZ: Is that a 10?? (ZS: Yeah it is.) *has a mental breakdown*

NY (to XZ): He went straight for that yellow eye! (XZ: He’s too good!)

MC Lin Hai shoots a 3 this time and takes a few timid steps backwards, backing away from Na Ying.

NY: That’s still very good. That’s still very good...

ZS, yelling into his hands: Lin Hai, have mercy! (XZ: Have mercy!!)

MC (to the others): I’m just building some foundation for Xiao Ge.

FYQ, with utmost comfort: First place confirmed~ (The others laugh)

MC Lin Hai’s last arrow is a 5. Fei Yuqing claps for him, while Na Ying makes a small salute, fist against palm. MC Lin Hai returns the salute.

NY (to MC): That was really cool. (MC Lin Hai bows)

Last group: Xiao Zhan vs Fei Yuqing

Before they start, Lin Hai realises that Xiao Zhan has some prior experience with archery because he did it in the Untamed/CQL. Na Ying proceeds to add to Fei Yuqing that he probably won’t win, because Xiao Zhan has the basics down. Xiao Zhan protests he was only playing around at the time.

His first arrow is nonetheless an 8. Everyone cheers.

FYQ, smiling: It’s starting.

Xiao Zhan gets a 6 in the meantime. Fei Yuqing casually gets ready to shoot; he’s not even holding his arrow the standard way.

LKQ, quietly: Xiao Ge is probably gonna be really good.

MC: Xiao Ge, you can do it!

Fei Yuqing lets off his arrow and shoots a 10, while the whole room collectively loses it.

Everyone: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

LKQ, excitedly (to ZHJ): I JUST SAID THAT! I JUST SAID THAT!

ZHJ (back to LKQ): YOU JUST SAID THAT!!

ZS, looking like his soul’s been sucked out: Wooho ho ho.....A 10.......!

Fei Yuqing proceeds to engage in his own brand of celebratory dance:

FYQ (to the others): Hey, this wasn’t a fluke...! *does a cute silent giggle*

XZ, feeling pressured again: Na Jie...!!

Xiao Zhan shoots his last arrow and gets a 4.

NY: Good. Good. Good, good. (to FYQ) We’re already at this stage, actually, so you can just use your usual state of mind.

While Fei Yuqing prepares to shoot his 2nd arrow, Na Ying starts to sing one of his old songs to distract him, and he ends up getting a 0.

FYQ: Aiya. (the others fall down laughing behind him) Who sang that? Who sang that?

ZHJ (to NY): It’s definitely you who distracted him!

FYQ: Who sang “Nan Ping Wan Zhong”? *turns back around and prepares to shoot* I can’t let my guard down...

NY: Come on, I’ll do another song. “Yi Jian Mei |One Trim of Plum Blossom”. *starts singing with Zhou Shen*

Fei Yuqing gets a 0 again. Everyone collapses in laughter, while Fei Yuqing laughs helplessly. Xiao Zhan bows to him.

MC (to NY): The song you’re singing, are you sure it’s not “One Arrow’s Gone?” (T/N: Also “Yi Jian Mei”, but with a different intonation)

Fei Yuqing finally returns to the table, laughing:

FYQ (to NY): The more you sing, the further away from the centre I get!

NY, apologetic and laughing at the same time: Elder brother...Elder brother, I’m sorry...! Elder brother, let me tell you, I’m part of those who are a little mean in variety shows.

FYQ, singing the tune of a famous song: You’ve wounded me~ (NY, singing together with him: And yet just laugh it off~!)

#zhou shen #li keqin #xiao zhan #na ying #wo men de ge #wmdg #fei yuqing #jiang yiqiao #zhou hua jian #lin hai #wmdg trans #im missing the s1 cast today #s2e7 left me with a lukewarm feeling #very lukewarm

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evening-starlight · 3 years

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Chances {Chapter Nine}

Nothing like a romantic kiss at 2am.

Edited in Grammarly

Master list

Fuck the Universe

Word Count: 1708

Do you want our first kiss scene? I'm assuming you do because why else would you be reading this? I have to warn you, though, it's not romantic or cute. So you've been officially warned.

Tom's hand brushes the back of mine as we walk around Lower LA. The band took the week off to recoup after a week of failed takes and technical problems. Robbie took my car up to San Fran to see Naomi's family again, while Heather fell off the face of the earth. She's probably camping somewhere realigning her chakras. Whatever the hell that means. Stevie's voice plays in my head, reminding me that there's no life without risk. I take a deep breath before linking my pinky with Tom's. It's not grand, but it's a step.

Tom moves his hand away, immediately setting off alarms in my head that I did something wrong, only to take my entire hand in his. My heart could beat right out of my chest in this very moment. Cause of death? Tom Fucking Hiddleston holding my - MY - hand. In public. Sure he's got on his usual disguise of sunglasses and a baseball cap. But that doesn't diminish the pure elation causing my body to vibrate.

We walk in silence, watching the people of LA around us. Since I've grown up in LA, I've become an expert at picking the locals out of the tourist crowds and starry-eyed dreamers who came here looking for their big break. I was lucky in knowing Jared. Sure, he used getting me a record deal as leverage during our entire relationship. Still, I don't think I could have gotten this far without his help. It's one of the few nice things he's ever done for me.

Tom squeezes my hand, pulling my attention from a tourist in shorts so short a slight breeze would show everything. He smiles down at me, causing the joy vibrations to heighten. "Sorry, I was hoping someone would have a wardrobe malfunction. I missed what you said." Tom chuckles before shaking his head.

"I just wanted to see your pretty smile," I swear to God, everyone could hear the minor heart attack I had at his innocent words. "I was also wondering if you wanted to do something indoors? This heat is boiling my brains." I laugh at Tom's dramatics.

"What did you have in mind?" He goes over a list of indoor activities, casually slipping in a movie at his house. "We could go to a theater. I love theater popcorn," I suggest. Jared didn't let me pick our dates, so the fact that Tom offered options pulls down my guard a tad.

"Sounds like a lovely plan. Want to decide at the theater?" We agree to walk back to where we parked the car and drive to the theater, both of us melting in the summer heat while I look up movies playing.

Tom carries our bucket of popcorn while I handle the drinks and finding our seats. We had the kiosk worker pick a movie for us as long as we got to pick the seats. I'm particular about where I sit in the theater, something Robbie taught me. The exact middle of the theater is the best place to sit. Surround sound is directed at you, and the screen isn't too big or little. It's the perfect spot.

We sit down in our seats, settling the food items around us. "I'll be honest, I have no idea what this movie is about," Tom whispers, breath tickling my ear. I giggle and shake my head.

"Don't ask me; I'm just here for the company." He smiles at me while he agrees. "And to get out of that heat." Tom groans in reply, laying his head on the back of the chair.

"The Aircon feels delightful," He admits. The lights start to dim, and the trailers start. Tom lays his hand on the armrest between us.

With a small amount of courage, I lean up to his ear to whisper, "If you want to hold my hand, you can just take it." He chuckles in response and gently grabs my hand. Our fingers lace together perfectly like they were made for each other. Like I was made for him and him for me. I can't focus on the trailers playing in front of us, my only thoughts surrounding Tom.

How his hair falls perfectly around his face when he shakes his head, and how he usually has a single clump of curls resting on his forehead. His blue eyes that could shine in the dark and hold more emotion than I think I possess in my entire body. The way his thumb rubs against the back of my hand absentmindedly. The fact that when I'm with him, I can't stop smiling or feeling like I've won the lottery every time. That smile of his that makes me swoon and feel like I'm the only girl that has ever and will ever matter to him.

We're not together, but he makes me feel like we are. He makes me feel like I'm the only person that matters when we're together. He prioritizes me and keeps a respectful distance. Is this what courting is? Taking things slow and wooing them one day at a time?

I rest my head on Tom's shoulder, forcing my attention back to the silver screen. He rests his cheek on top of my head. I can feel his smiling cheeks. The movie starts and ends too quickly for my liking. I wanted to sit like this with Tom just a while longer. Tom makes the first move to sit up, removing his head from mine.

We talk about the movie on the way to his car and while we sit in it. "Why don't you let me drop you off at home?" Tom asks. "I have some reading to do on a new script. But, as much as I adore being with you, work calls." He sets out his bottom lip in a pout.

"I can call an Uber if you need to get going now," I panic, already grabbing my purse from the floor. Tom sets a hand on top of mine.

"I've more than enough time, Love. I want to squeeze all I can out of my time with you today." The smile that forces its way onto my face could be seen from space. I can only nod in response. "You'll have to direct me."

Tom holds my hand on the drive back to my apartment complex, making light conversation about the last song I have to record for the album and his new script. He can't tell me much, but he seems excited about it. When he talks about something that excites him, Tom speaks fast and uses his hands a lot more.

He parks the car in front of my gate and gets out before I can say goodbye. He jogs over to my side and opens the door for me, gesturing out. "Oh, thank you, kind sir." I giggle, taking his hand as he offers me help out. He inches closer after he closes the door, taking both of my hands in his. This is it. This is the chance to finally kiss him. I've waited over a month to do this.

"Stella?" He asks in a voice so low I can barely hear it over the traffic. I nod for him to continue. "May I kiss you?" A fucking gentleman. Asking before doing anything.

"Only if I can kiss you back," I whisper, afraid this all might be a long daydream, and anything too loud could wake me up. It starts slow, both of us afraid of something. Slowly leaning in like the other might fade from existence right then and there in front of us. 'We can't live without risk.' I remind myself before closing the gap.

Our noses press together harshly, causing me to pull back in shock. Tom stands there wide-eyed. "I thought you were going right," He laughs, rubbing his nose.

"I am so sorry," I whine, hiding my face in my hands. "I thought you were going left." Tom laughs and pulls my hands away from my face.

"This time, you go left, and I go left, okay?" I nod in agreement, still embarrassed that technically our first kiss was that debacle. We lean in again, quicker this time. But not quick enough.

"Yeah, man, you're getting some tonight," A man yells as he walks past up, causing us to pull apart yet again. "Oh, and she's smoking." He lowers his sunglasses as he finishes walking past, eyeing me up and down.

Tom goes to say something, and I stop him. "Don't, he doesn't matter." He lets out a defeated sigh and looks back at me. "I think it's the universe saying it's not right?" I go to take a step away, only for Tom to cup my face.

"Fuck the universe." He mumbles before pulling me in for a kiss. A proper one this time. His lips mold to mine easily. Nothing about this kiss is forced or fake. The tingles start in my toes and slowly rise to the rest of my body as I kiss back, wrapping my arms around his neck. The honking horns around us sound like the fireworks erupting in my stomach. Tom pulls away much sooner than I would like. I could kiss him for lifetimes. He lets a small laugh out as he rests his forehead against mine. "I'm speechless." He admits.

"Me too," I say. We stand there a second longer before we're rudely interrupted by a name that makes me want the earth to open up and swallow me whole.

"Jules!"

Okay, okay, it might have been super cute and romantic right before the end there. It only took over a month for Tom to muster up the courage to kiss me. He's reading over my shoulder and would like to point out that I, too, had every chance to kiss him. Loser. If you can guess who called me that name before you turn the page, you earn bragging rights for the duration of the next chapter.

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imaginingmarvelandeverything · 5 years

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The Sauna Test

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Warnings: Spoilers for season 3

Word Count: 3144

A/N: So, here is part 16 of Nightmares and Bruises. Sorry for the wait, it’s been a busy week but I hope the length makes up for it. The taglist is open so drop me an ask or a comment! I won’t reply to comments because this is a side blog but know that I see and read them all.

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It took fifteen minutes for the boys to join the at the pool. In that time, the three girls were already dying in the heat; even with the car windows open and aircon on full blast. When they did arrive, the girls got out of the Mustang and joined the boys in front of it. That way they were partially hidden from view while still being close enough to see Billy. He was sat in the lifeguard chair wearing a cap, a long-sleeved sweatshirt, sunglasses and had a towel draped over his legs. There was a cup of ice chips in his left hand as he messed with his lighter with his right.

“I don't know. He looks pretty normal to me.” Max said as she moved the binoculars Mike had brought with him away from her eyes.

“Normal?” Lucas scoffed. “How many times have you seen him with a shirt on?”

“I mean, it's a little weird.” Y/N took the binoculars from Max and looked at him. Other than the amount of clothes he was wearing, he did look pretty normal.

“More than a little.” Mike chimed in. “He was in a tub with ice. The Mind Flayer likes it cold. Plus, everything else-”

Max cut him off. “But he's lounging at the pool, which is, like, the least Mind Flayer thing ever.”

“Not necessarily.” Everyone turned to look at Will, whose eyes were locked onto Billy. “The Mind Flayer likes to hide. He only used me when he needed me. It's like- like you're dormant. And then, when he needs you, you're activated.”

“Okay, so we just wait until he gets activated.” Max didn’t sound like she was asking.

“No. What if he hurts someone?” Mike said.

“Or kills someone.” Will added.

“Good point.” Y/N spoke up. “We can't take that chance. We need to find out for sure if he's the host.” Then it clicked. “Does the men’s changing room still have a sauna?”

Mike caught on immediately. He gestured towards Will and Lucas to follow him.

“Where are you going?” Max asked looking confused.

“I have an idea.” He nodded towards Y/N. “Boys only.”

“Seriously?” Max looked as if she was going to murder him.

“Just trust him on this one.” Y/N said as she took the binoculars back. “If the sauna’s still there, then we might be able to use it.”

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They spent the rest of the afternoon planning and collecting everything they were going to need to enact the plan. That included things from chains, to bolt the door shut, to the pool’s CPR dummy, which would act as bait to get Billy into the sauna. A walkie-talkie strapped to the dummy would hopefully be loud enough for Billy to hear and get him exactly where they wanted him.

Billy always showered when he was done with his shifts (Y/N wouldn’t admit it to the kids, but she knew that because she had joined him on several occasions when the pool had been deserted). Tonight, it was no different. Darkness had already fallen when Billy switched the water off and wiped a hand over his face to clear the stray drops running from his hair. He pulled his towel down and wrapped it around his waist before making his way to the locker room.

He pulled his jeans out of his locker and glanced briefly at the strip of photos he had stuck on the inside of the door. Y/N had managed to get him to go into the photobooth at the mall just after it had first opened. The first two were normal photos, one where they were both smiling at the camera, one where he had pulled her onto his lap and had his head on her shoulder. The third photo was them both laughing because they didn’t know what funny faces to pull. That one was his favourite because they both looked so carefree; like normal teenagers. In the final two they were pulling cliché funny faces, one with their tongues stuck out and one with Y/N throwing a peace sign and laughing as Billy flipped off the camera with a smirk.

As he hopped into his jeans, he briefly recalled that he had seen her the night before. But it was hazy, as if he had drunk too many drinks at a party. That seemed to be happening a lot at the minute. He had blanks in his memory or times when he could only remember part of what happened. He knew he needed to find Y/N and talk to her.

The changing room door slamming open caught his attention as he buttoned his jeans.

“Pools closed!” The sound of doors shifting continued. “Hey. Do you hear me?” He slammed his locker door shut, the photos dislodging and falling to the floor, as he raced around the corner. “Pool is closed!” His voice trailed off as he hit against the door that he thought had opened. It was still locked. He tried it several more times but it just slammed against the lock. The lights cut out and his heart jumped into his throat.

“Billy!” It was Mike’s voice that rang out from the walkie-talkie in the sauna, but Billy didn’t know that.

Billy started to slowly move back into the locker room, the volume of his voice had decreased dramatically. “Who's there?”

“Billy!” Mike taunted again as Will and Lucas slammed on a few lockers.

“Who's there?” Billy’s voice gained volume again. Laughter echoed off the walls as Billy walked down the shower cubicles and ripped back all the curtains.

“Billy! Billy!” Mike continued to sing-song.

“You think this is funny, huh?”

He was met with more laughter. “Billy. Come and find me.”

“I find you; it is your funeral.” Billy rounded the corner in time to see the door leading to the gym slowly closing (courtesy of Y/N and Max).

“Come and get me. Come on!” Mike continued to taunt him to get him into the other room. “Billy!”

Billy stormed through as Mike laughed again. He caught sight of the dummy in the sauna that Y/N and Will had positioned to look like a real person.

“Got you.” Billy laughed and clapped his hands together as he made his way towards the sauna.

“Come and get me, you piece of shit.” Mike said as Billy pulled the door open.

The confusion was clear on his face as he came face to face with the pool’s CPR dummy, hanging from the ceiling at just the right angle, in one of the red pool shirts, with a walkie-talkie strapped to it. He walked forward and seized it by its ‘neck’.

“Hey.” Mike’s voice rang out once more. “Behind you.” Billy spun around

“Hi.” Eleven threw her head back as Billy advanced and sent him flying back into the sauna. He hit the back wall with such force that some of the tiles cracked and fell to the floor.

“Now!” Mike yelled as the rest of them ran into the room and turned the light on.

El used her powers to slam the door shut as Billy got back to his feet. Lucas slipped the pole they had found through the door handle and the nearby pipe, and Will and Y/N (as best as she could with a broken arm) secured the heavy metal chain round it to make sure it stayed shut. Finally, Lucas closed the padlock between the chain and they all moved backwards apart from Y/N. She moved towards the heat dial as Billy slammed on the door a few times.

“Max?” He was right up against the glass looking out at the group of kids, Y/N just out of his eyeline.

Y/N looked towards her. “Do it.”

Y/N nodded and turned the dial all the way to the top. Only then did she take a step backwards and met Billy’s eyes. There was a myriad of emotions swimming through his eyes.

“Y/N? What- What’s going on?” His eyes followed her as she moved so she was stood directly in front of the window.

“I can’t explain right now, not until we’re sure. I’m sorry.” She could already feel the tears beginning to form on her lash line as he looked like a wounded animal.

“Y/N! Max! Let me out of here!” Billy did what he always did when he was confused; he lashed out. He started hitting the door again. The steam was starting to fill the room, making it harder for him to catch a breath. “Let me out. You kids, you think this is funny? You kids think this is some kind of sick prank, huh? You little shits think this is funny? The hell have they roped you into Y/N? What is this? Open the door.” He hit the door. “Open the door!” Another hit. “Open the door!” Hit. “Open the goddamn door!” Suddenly he disappeared from vision and they heard him hit the floor. Then the screaming started.

“Billy!” Y/N ran forward to look through the door, Max on her heels.

Will moved to the temperature gauge. “We're at 220.” Will moved back to the group.

Y/N looked through the door and found Billy curled up on the floor, his knees pulled into his chest as sobs racked through his body.

“It's not my fault. It's not my fault.” He looked up as Y/N and Max appeared. “It's not my fault, Y/N, Max. I promise you, it's not my fault.”

“Honey, what’s not your fault?” As soon as the words left Y/N’s lips, he started to cry harder. Y/N found herself reaching for Max’s hand, which she gladly gave.

“I've done things, Y/N.” He brought his hands up in a prayer motion. “Really bad things. I didn't mean to. He made me do it.”

“Who made you do it?” Max asked as Y/N’s voice caught in her throat, the tears running freely down her cheeks.

“I don't know, it's like a shadow.” Y/N squeezed Max’s hand and Max squeezed back. “Like a giant shadow. Please, Max.” His eyes shifted back to Y/N.

“What did he make you do, Billy?” Y/N’s voice cracked as she looked at him.

“It's not my fault, okay?” He started crying harder and lent to the side so his head was resting against the wooden bench. Y/N, please. Please, believe me, it's not my fault. I tried to stop him, okay? I did. Please believe me, Y/N. Please believe me.”

“Billy, it's gonna be okay.” Max said as tears started to fall down her cheeks.

“Please.” He sounded broken

“It's gonna be okay.” Y/N repeated Max’s words. “We want to help you. We want to help you. You just have to talk to us, okay? You have to talk to us. I believe you, Billy.” Y/N was getting desperate. Neither her nor Max saw him reaching for a shard of tile that had fallen from the wall.

“We'll figure it out together, okay?” Max added. “We need you to trust us. Please.”

“I feel him. He's activated.” Will warned Mike.

“Max, Y/N get away from the door.” Mike said.

Max turned in shock. “What?”

“Get away from the door!”

Y/N barely managed to grab Max and shift them both to the side as Billy came smashing through the window in the door. She immediately pushed Max behind her.

“Let me out, you bitch! Let me out! I'll fucking gut you!” Billy roared as he slashed at them with the tile. “Let me out!” He screamed and ripped the metal pole from between the handle and the pipe. It went flying towards Y/N and Max, snapping Y/N out of her shock enough to move them both towards the others. At that moment, Lucas used his wrist rocket and hit Billy smack in the forehead, causing him to fall back.

They all looked around as the lights started to flicker violently. Billy began to shake and black lines started to run across his skin as he pulled himself to his feet. He was trying so hard to fight against it before it got complete control again, but just like the last few times, it was not a fight he could win. The sound that escaped his throat was more like a roar than a scream. It was so much more animalistic.

He ran at the door and threw his whole body weight against it. El moved in front of the others and extended her arms to shield them.

“He can't get out, can he?” Max asked, her hand still secured in Y/N’s, the girls taking comfort in each other.

Lucas shook his head violently. “No way. No. Way.”

Billy threw himself against it again and the pipe started to bend and give way. The next time, the middle of section of the pipe flew loose and the door went flying, Billy coming with it.

El pushed them all backwards as he got to his feet. Billy looked at them all with a vacant expression that was just pure anger and rage. El lifted her hand and the weight from the bench press lifted off the stand. She screamed as she sent it towards him. He tried to grab it but he just slammed into the wall, the weight pressing against his throat. El moved to stand in front of him as she brought up her other hand. She grunted with the effort and the weight started to cut into the wall, pressing harder against Billy’s neck to the point that his feet were barely touching the floor.

“Don’t hurt him!” Y/N’s voice cut through the air and the others had to grab her to stop her running to him.

She hadn’t needed to worry though because a second later Billy was pushing the weight away from himself. Y/N stopped trying to fight the others as the gap between his neck and the bar increased. They all froze, knowing all too well that Billy wouldn’t have the strength to do that. El screamed as she tried to push it back towards him but with one last push, he sent the weight flying towards her.

El dropped to the floor to avoid getting hit by the weight that came flying towards her. Billy steadied himself back on his feet and sent a quick glance to the others. They were all stood frozen in shock. He reached down and grasped El’s hair, causing her to scream and claw at his arm, before pulling her head back at a funny angle. She had exhausted herself to the point where she could barely fight back. He looked back at Mike and was about to wrap his hand around her throat when Y/N forced herself between them. Billy dropped El to the floor, more out of shock than Y/N’s strength and Y/N took the opportunity to push the younger girl behind her. El immediately falling to the floor as her legs gave out.

Y/N didn’t have time to prepare for Billy’s hand wrapping around her neck. She gasped in pain as his grip tightened to cut off her air supply. He got up from his knees, taking her with him. She clawed at his hand with the one that wasn’t in the cast as her feet left the floor. She kicked out at him but she was quickly losing any strength she had.

“Billy, please.” She tried as her eyes started to roll into the back of her head.

Mike had managed to move El away from the pair of them and caught sight of the metal pole that had been through the door. He picked it up and hit Billy across the back with it. Billy went crashing to the floor, taking Y/N with him. His grip on her neck released and she gasped for air.

“Go to hell, you piece of shit!” Mike screamed as he brought the pipe down again.

But this time Billy was expecting it, he brought a hand up and caught it. He stood up and ripped it out of Mike’s grip with so much force that it went hurtling across the room. He started backing Mike up into the wall. He raised a hand to wrap around Mike’s neck, but before he could, his feet were suddenly no longer toughing the floor.

El screamed with the effort as she got to her feet, lifting Billy higher. A scream tore through his throat too as he tried to get out of her grasp. El moved around him so she was stood in front of Mike. They were both screaming at each other with the effort, before she moved both her arms and threw him straight through one of the brick walls onto the grass outside.

It was only then, that they all felt like they could breath again. El fell backwards but Mike was waiting to catch her. Both of them sank to the floor crying. Y/N managed to push herself into a sitting position as Max, Lucas and Will rushed over to her. She let them pull her to her feet as Mike pulled El to her feet. They all turned to the new hole in the wall in time to see Billy sprinting away into the distance.

“I need ice.” Y/N’s voice scared her, let alone the kids. She stumbled back through into the locker room with the intention of going to the freezer. But she froze as she caught sight of the strip of photos on the floor. She knelt down to pick them up. The tears came back as she looked at them and her legs gave out. She collapsed back against the lockers and buried her head in her arm.

“Here.” She didn’t even hear Max walk through the room, but here she was holding out an ice pack.

“Thanks.” Y/N took it and rested it against the bruise she could feel forming on her throat.

“We can all sleep at mine if you want?” Mike’s question was directed at everyone but he was mainly looking at Y/N.

“Yeah, yeah, that’s a good idea.” She pushed herself off the floor, the pictures clutched in her hand. “You alright cycling back?”

“Yeah, just wait for us around the corner and I’ll come and get you when we’re past my mom.” Mike said.

Y/N nodded and led El and Max out to the car. Tonight, was going to be long and restless.

Part 17

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doubleshotofsomething · 4 years

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Publicity Stunt

Publicity Stunt | Part three

[Part one] [Part two]

Warnings: Swearing. That's about it?

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Reader is learning to tolerate a certain goddaughter. Reader also learns to put down the claws for once.

PS: I just want to thank everyone that has been reading for your support and your feedback. It means so much to me and I honestly don't know how to thank you. Thank you . thank you. thank youxxx.

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“You’re wondering why I did it,” came Wanda’s words, soft and bitter, as you remained in your seats.

You were tired of self-brewed coffee and self-made breakfast, so you took the first Avenger you could find, dragged them into the first car you found, and drove off to an in-the-wall diner you had come across when you frequented New York. You were tired of unpolluted air and weren’t in the mood for another morning jog.

“Did what?” You set your phone down and looked at her.

She rolled her eyes, a habit she did more often when you were around. “You know what I mean.” She scoffed, folding her arms and leaning back into her chair.

You simply stared at her. “I don’t ask questions that I know the answers to, Red,” you sighed, leaning back into your own chair. “So, did what?”

She remained quiet, gnawing on her lower lip as she assessed you. She was wearing a dress, white with floral patterns, and her hair was tied into a low ponytail. She embodied the girl-next-door image you were presenting to the world, and you couldn’t help but wonder if that’s what she really was – sweet and gentle and welcoming, that maybe you’d seen her for who she was and didn’t just come up with the idea. Or, maybe, this was just her following your instructions, that maybe you had drilled the whole idea into her head so much, she was trying to be the girl you were making for the press.

“Joined HYDRA,” she finally said. “You’re wondering why I let a scientist experiment on me, to turn me into a lab ra—”

“You’ve been reading the papers again.”

“I know you think I’m crazy,” she chuckled bitterly at herself, “that I’m stupid for what I—” she took a deep breath, casting her eyes to the table. “I don’t need to read the papers; I feel your eyes on me every time we’re in the same room.”

You nodded. “Thank you.”

She looked up as the waiter placed your food on the table. He left immediately afterwards, and the smell of coffee wafted your noise.

“You think I’m judging you—”

“I know you’re judging me.”

At that, you laughed. This was the first time Wanda had seen you laugh, you were either scolding everyone or yelling Barnes, so to say this was a huge shock would be an understatement. It was odd for her, she never thought you’d be calm enough around her to not yell – never mind laugh.

“I don’t—” you fanned your face, your laughter seizing down to a chuckle. “—I don’t judge people’s decisions, Red. I judge people’s characters.”

“Everyone is a sum of their decisions—”

You almost cackled. “No one is their decisions.” You wiped away at your tears, silently thanking yourself for being too lazy to put on make-up that morning. “Just like no one is their experience. If you go your entire life thinking that, then you’re gonna have very few friends.”

Wanda frowned, leaning forward as she narrowed her eyes at you. She wanted to read your mind, use her abilities on you. It would have been easy, quick, and you wouldn’t have known the wiser. You were far more interested in your breakfast than in the conversation, so she could have down it. But the words, your words, kept playing her head. She wasn’t your client, Pepper was. You weren’t forcing her to do this; to do the public imagery thing – the cameras, the interviews, the charity events. You weren’t forcing her to be here, with you, having breakfast at your favourite diner like it’s a normal thing to do.

I’m gonna breakfast out. You comin’ or shall I bring you take outs with the rest?

She chose to join you. You gave her the choice to join you. There weren’t any cameras or reporters around, you were the only ones in the diner, and you weren’t telling her how to act or who to be. This wasn’t Y/N, the PR, sitting in front of her. This was Y/N, the person. The PR wasn’t allowed to have an opinion, she was supposed to reiterate what the public says and fix it. But Y/N the person had an opinion, and she had yet to hear it. You gave her a choice, it’s only fair that she gave you one.

“You have very few friends.” Wanda noted, taking a sip of her tea. “Are you speaking from experience?”

You scoffed, shaking your head. “No,” you swallowed, reaching for your coffee to take a sip. “I have very few friends because my line of work affords me that.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“You’re learning,” you chuckled, sitting up straight and nodding. “You’re right to not believe me, but that’s the truth. The only difference between your job and mine, is that mine involves less killing. But the line between friend and foe is very thin. No one is nice simply because. You assume everyone is a vulture and keep your cards close to your chest.”

“I can tell the difference between friend and foe.”

“Then why did you let Strucker experiment on you?”

She frowned. “So, you were wondering why I did it.”

You shook your head. “No.” Because you weren’t wondering why she did it, why she volunteered to be a science experiment. You admit to being curious about it, but it wasn’t a thought that kept you tossing and turning at night. “I don’t care about the why. I just wanna know the when.”

“The when?”

“When you decided to join HYDRA,” you explained. “I’ll never understand why people make the choices they do. But I don’t judge them for it. I wasn’t there. I don’t know the options they had, or the mental state they were in. So, I don’t care about why you did it or what you did. I care about when, when did you think it was finally time to join HYRDA. When did you look at your brother and think ‘things would be different” if you joined?”

She just stared at you, mouth slack and eyes wide. “I—”

“You don’t have to answer me,” you tell her. “That’s just what I think every time – when I’m staring at you. That’s what I think. I don’t really care about the whole HYDRA and Ultron thing. I mean, I left a job as a therapist to help people bury their problems.” You laughed at the thought, “I don’t get to judge. Especially not you.”

“Especially?” She frowned at that.

“You left. As soon as you realised you were standing on the wrong side of it all,” you shrugged, “you left to stop it. Good people apologise for the mistakes of the past. Great people correct them.”

“That’s—” she breathed, forcing down the lump forming in her throat.

“That’s what I think of you,” you finished for her. “Tell anyone about this and I will strangle you in your sleep.

Bucky was waiting when you and Wanda arrived. He was sitting on the bench when you pulled up to the door of the compound, having spent the morning looking everywhere for you. He usually woke you up, liking that you were the first person he saw in the morning, waited for you to change into your gym attire – a pair of leggings and a shirt you took from his closet (all your clothes were either public appearance material or sleeping material, none were for sweat) – then led you to the start of the trail, where you would begin your jog.

But he didn’t hear your usual “yeah yeah” when he knocked, so he used his access code to walk in.

“She could be badly hurt,” he had said as he punched in the code, trying to convince himself that he was doing it for the right reasons. That it wasn’t because he didn’t know what you looked like when you’re asleep or what you sound like when you wake up; if you pout and groan as you roll out of bed, or if you bury your face deeper into the pillow for a few moments before getting up.

“Probably slipped and hit her head.” He mumbled as the door unlocked and he slowly pushed it open. Did you sleep in his shirt (you had taken two shirts from his closet when you started your jogs, claiming you couldn’t jog in the same shirt days in a row), or just in your underwear? Did you have pyjamas? Were they silky and thin and revealing?

No, he thought, that didn’t sound like you. His girl probably slept in a sweater and those leggings you seemed to like wearing on jogs, each one a different colour than the last.

“Could be bleeding out on the floor right now…” He frowned at the sight of your already-made bed. The window was slightly cracked and the aircon was on, that only happens when you leave your room. And the temperature – along with the lingering scent of your perfume– in the room say you had been gone for a while. “Uh, Jarvis. We have a problem.”

“You’re late.” He grumbled, getting up from his seat as you and Wanda stepped out of the car.

God, he hated that car.

You pointed to the backseat and he was there within seconds, taking out the food you’d brought back for everyone. “We got breakfast for everyone,” You told him, closing the door for him as he struggled to balance the bags in his arms.

“Did you—”

“Yes, I got your plums.” You interjected, taking some of the bags from him so he could see where he was going. “There wasn’t any plum juice, so we got enough plums and yoghurt for your smoothies.

He grinned at you. “You say ‘we’, but I know you’re the only one that knows how I like my plums.”

“She is.” Wanda called out, opening the door for the both of you. “She made me walk three blocks for the damn things.”

“I made you walk three blocks for ice cream!” You argued, narrowing your eyes at her. “And I didn’t hear you complaining when we filled the cart with different flavours.”

“It’s ice cream!” She fired back.

“Yeah, who complains about ice cream?” Bucky added, setting the food on the common room table – where everyone was conveniently sitting – and started unpacking it.

“You’re complaining about ice cream?” Sam frowned at you, a look of distaste forming on his face. “Really? What are you, lactose intolerant?”

“Who’s lactose intolerant?” Bruce asked as he walked in, immediately heading for the tacos Bucky had placed on the table.

“Y/N is apparently.” Clint mumbles, his eyes lighting up at the sight of the nuggets.

“Woah, man,” Scott winced, having walked in after Bruce, and sat down next to Wanda – he was about to sit next to you, but Bucky glared him away. “That really sucks. You know, I’m sure Hope’s mom can cure that. I mean, she cured Shadow from holograming, so she could probably fix your anti-milk disorder.”

“It’s not as easy as that, Scott—” Bruce sat down next to Clint, “—lactose intolerance is all about processing. Her body can’t process—”

“—who’s not as easy as Scott?” Rhodes joined, Pepper and Morgan by his side.

Morgan wiggled out of her mother’s arms and ran straight to you, jumping onto your lap. Bucky nearly laughed when you shoved a dollar in her hand and told her to go play, but all she did was thank you with a hug and remain seated on your lap. You cringed into the hug and shoved a fruit salad into her hands, “eat, child, you look skinny,” you had said, and she didn’t mind finishing the fruit salad if she remained on your lap.

“Y/N, apparently.” Wanda piped in, enjoying the path this conversation was taking.

Pepper laughed, the first carefree and genuine laugh everyone had heard in a while. “That’s an understatement.”

“Chilli.” You warned.

“—In college, she wouldn’t date anyone with a grade average lower than hers.” She practically cackled at the memory. “One time, on her second date with this one boy, he was so sweet. And she liked that he was so sweet. But his score was a few percentages lower than hers, so she told him that I was the one she really wanted. That she needed the time spent with him to realise that.”

“I didn’t use those exact words—”

“She made me pretend to be her girlfriend for a whole semester—”

“—there were a few weeks left, so it wasn’t the whole semester—”

“—Till this day, the guy thinks she’s still into me.”

“Shouldn’t you be at work or something?”

“Wait—” Wanda laughed, “—you dated based on GPA scores?”

“She dated based on every score—” Pepper ducked the plum you threw at her, and you pretended not to notice the glare Bucky was throwing at you. “If your credit score was lower than hers, if your favourite team scored an average less than hers, it was like survival of the fittest.”

You pouted. “You make me sound so superficial.”

“That’s not superficial,” Scott gently reprimanded you, eyes soft as he smiled. “That’s knowing what you want and refusing to settle for anything less.”

Bucky knew what you wanted. Even if you weren’t ready to admit it to yourself, he knew. You claimed you wanted to leave, to go back to how your life was before the compound, but the way you let his leg brush against yours said otherwise. You claimed to not like children, that they were pests in your eyes, but you’d shoved a fruit salad at Morgan and not any of the other junk food that were closer. You could have picked her up and placed her next to you, but you were letting her spill the occasional fruit onto your designer pants and letting her spit the grape seeds into your hands.

You let him place his hands on your waist, hoist you up and put your legs on either side of his, as he leaned back slightly to give you a better angle of his jaw. You let him keep his hands on your waist, let his grip tighten, let your heart react to that – to him, as you shaved his beard. He could hear your heart, feel it, as it raced, as you tried to keep your hands from shaking, as you tried to not look into his eyes. You could have put fear in him, as you had with Rhodes and Sam, when he refused to shave but you didn’t. You never used your PR capabilities with him. You were you with him. Soft and gentle, and cynical – a trait that he was starting to love most of all.

He knew what you wanted. He just needed time to help you realise that he wanted you too.

“Who died and made you Oprah?” Rhodes finally asked, voicing the look that everyone had as they looked at Scott.

“I was gonna name a few dead people—” Pepper said, pointing her chopsticks at the air.

“But it would be in bad taste?” Bruce asked.

“—but they don’t know who Antman is so they can’t name him Oprah.”

Everyone laughed as Scott grimaced, “don’t you have a company to run?”

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hobiwonder · 5 years

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Infatuated | 02 (m)

Summary: You liked planning ahead. To save your future self some avoidable heartache, you’ve set your eyes on the golden boy, and your brother Yoongi’s best friend, Kim Seokjin. Some may call it an obsession. Your best friend calls it ‘picking the wrong guy’. Park Jimin calls it stalking and you just call it infatuation.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader, Reader x Seokjin

Genre: Smut, crack.

Warnings: Oral, dirty talk, unprotected sex, facial.

Words: 11k+

A/N: here it is. After pushing the post date further and further i’m still not to happy with all of it hhhhh. I like some parts more than others and some i may be overthinking lol. let me know if you guys enjoyed it. Thanks everyone for being patient ily<3

You had imagined this day so many times that it was almost too hard to make yourself not think about spending time with Jin. You had seen him on a few dates before – accidentally, mind you – and rather than a bout of jealousy you’d felt determination course through your veins to be the girl in those fancy café couches that Seokjin always took his dates to. And that’s not too off the typical chain of thoughts and emotions someone feels after seeing their crush on a date with another girl. Not weird at all. Yeah sure you got yelled at by Sana to snap out of it and stop being a sociopath but there was nothing sociopathic about a crush!

“Yes it is! Especially when you look like you’re about to go to a business meeting than a date.” You groan for the hundredth time it seems, smoothing down the formal blouse you wore on top of your formal-ish pencil skirt. You needed to look put together and like someone Seokjin could see himself bring to his future meetings for his future career. Ugh, why couldn’t Sana have an equally intense infatuation with someone like you did?

“Not infatuation either. You seem even more uninterested in the romantic aspect of dating Seokjin-ssi than before.” Great. You were thinking out loud and Sana was more annoying than a mom sending her teenage daughter off to prom.

“What even happened last night anyway? How did your clothes not dry in a whole night?” Her furrowed eyebrows underneath her glasses has you scrambling your brain to find something else to throw her way before her stupidly beautiful big brain put two and two together.

“Uhh I just took another swim afterwards until late night so they never dried properly I guess.” Your nonchalance is commendable – you’ve got to say because Sana is only mulling your explanation in her head for another 5 seconds before the sound of your phone buzzing has you both distracted.

“Is it him again?” Sana’s arms are crossed as she watches you check your messages and the smile on your face confirms it all.

“He’s leaving his place now.”

“You guys aren’t going together? He literally lives like two buildings away.” Oh boy. Now you have more explaining to do.

“No.” Shrugging your shoulders casually, you hope her inquisitive and protective personality doesn’t get in the way of your date. “He’s with Yoongi right now and I’m sure he doesn’t want to let him know about us yet.”

“’Us?”

“Ugh. Sana, give it a rest will you.” You finally break your silent composure and face her cross armed figure that looms behind you like an over-protective mother. “It’s not that big of a deal. I’m an independent woman. I can handle going to the local café by myself.” The sweet smile you send her way isn’t enough to change her opinion about your date with Seokjin but you can see her finally relenting and that’s all you care about.

“Fine whatever. But seriously,” she continues to drill the same words in you as you walk past her to fetch your booties that matched your outfit perfectly. Not too formal and not too informal. “I still don’t understand why you have to wear… that!”

She’s pointing her finger at you accusingly but thankfully you’re almost out of the door. Turning around for the last time before you left though, you take a hold of her shoulders in hopes of getting through to her anxieties about your ‘sham’ of a date with Seokjin - to her anyway.

“Sana, I get that you don’t approve of this sudden…change in events but maybe he genuinely has gotten the vibe from me you know?”

“I don’t.” She deadpans.

“Don’t be such a party pooper!” You don’t care that you probably sound like a child whining – cutely you hope – while you attack her with cuddles again and she unsuccessfully tries to wiggle out of your embrace.

“Fine, fine! Let go off me you koala… sloth hybrid.” And all you can do is make kissy faces at her. Adorable little demon. You could never leave for a date with Sana mad at you. It was a bad omen you’d learned.

“Even though none of this smells right to me,” She puts up her finger to stop the protest from escaping your tongue, “I hope he is at least a fun time.”

You can sense it in her words and most of all – in her eyes that she’s just concerned for you. Probably more than a friend is. This is why she was your soul sister. The complete opposite of you maybe but she cared for you like no one else did and for that you were always grateful. She was family.

“I’m sure he will be. He’s going on a date with me afterall,” your less than humble wink has her scoffing and you just blow her another kiss – to which she gags at – and say your goodbye.

“Don’t wait up!”

“Pipe down you slut. It’s only a coffee date.”

You wanted to arrive fashionably late but guess that was reserved for Seokjin too. Glancing at your watch doesn’t make the time go any faster but you try to stay occupied nonetheless. Which isn’t hard when Jimin keeps sending you cringey texts as well as shirtless selfies which you absolutely do not gawk at.

“Hey there pretty girl.” Seokjin’s airy voice fills your ears like water traveling through a dry river after a long drought. Dramatic? Absolutely. But you rarely felt like doing anything less when Jin exuded charm and his good looks brought out all the cheesy romantic movie plots in front of your eyes. Sure your heart didn’t skip a beat or felt anything other than the normal feelings you got when you had a crush. Didn’t mean you couldn’t fall in love later though! That was more realistic anyway.

“H-Hi! You look great.” You’re blurting out your words and you know that because Jin is already smiling his polite smile you’ve seen him wear almost all the time. However, instead of sitting down in front of you; you watch him with a puzzled look when he walks around and takes a seat right next to you. When he does; his whole body faces you and this is probably the closes he’s ever sat with you since… ever really. He must have noticed your reaction too because he’s laughing his pretty laugh when you just continue to stare at him.

“Thanks,” Tilting his head, he takes in your attire and suddenly you feel too overdressed when he’s shown up in some nice jeans and a fluffy sweatshirt. “You look…. Serious.”

About becoming your wife? Yeah. But you don’t say that of course. It only takes you a couple of seconds to get yourself together and turn on your charm switch because you did not want to blow this for yourself. Flipping back your hair as you throw your head back with a laugh – nailed it.

“I had a meeting.” You lie. But it sure gets Seokjin’s attention as he rakes his eyes up and down your form while he nonchalantly places his hand on the back of your chair as he turns himself completely towards you in his own seat. “For my thesis.”

“Ah,” he seems distracted but you’re not worried because he’s biting his bottom lip as he watches you speak. Damnit, why doesn’t getting his undivided attention – finally– feel better than it actually did?

“Sorry about this though.” You conjure the cutest pout you can and seeing Jin’s smile widen makes you high five yourself internally because he’s buying what you’re selling.

“No, no. You look…. Amazing.” He’s nodding as he says it and you just smile at him.

“Do you want to order now?”

“Yeah! I’ll take a chocolate brownie with a frappe please.” He’s chuckling at your excited response before he’s off to the register to order. Should you have paid? No right? He didn’t even ask you about it so it must be okay. As long as you weren’t coming off as rude.

“Coming right up.” He only stays for a few more seconds, looking at you with a look you haven’t seen from him before and then gets up to order. As soon as he’s gone you can let out a breath you didn’t realise you’d been holding in. Taking out the compact from your little crossbody bag you make sure your makeup hasn’t dried up on your face – thanks to the aircon in this place sucking out all the moisture from your face – and then quickly put it back once you’re satisfied.

“Ugh, what does he want.” Your phone is vibrating continuously as texts from Jimin continue to bombard your phone and you know he’s doing it on purpose to ruin your date! It’s nothing even important except random memes about bad dates.

“You look like you want to murder your phone.” Your gaze is jerked back up to Seokjin’s amused one as he returns and this time takes a seat across you.

“Ah more like someone.” The words are tumbling out before you can stop yourself.

“Yeah? Who’s bothering you?” He leans in further, furrowing his eyebrows to no doubt show you he’s capable of being threatening. Though it’s hard to find a face as handsome as his own threatening to be honest. “Do I need to teach someone a lesson?”

And you just laugh The laugh you have practiced and you must say – you’re killing it. “I think you do that enough on the field. It’s just Jimin.”

At the mention of the younger boy’s name Seokjin’s nodding as his eyebrows shoot up again – very much still looking amused. But this time there is another twinkle in his eyes that tells you he is not looking at you as a friend but there isn’t much ‘just-friends’ about the way he has been shamelessly checking you out since he’d arrived.

“You guys seem close.” He doesn’t stop looking at you inquisitively even when the waitress brings your drinks to the table. “I thought you two weren’t… involved.”

That’s the word he finally seems to settle with after very obviously trying to think of a better one to describe your relationship with that weasel – who very much seems to be the topic of your conversations lately. How does he manage to slip in to almost every aspect of your life these days? Ugh.

“No!” You’re almost shouting it out which takes Jin by surprise but he only seems relieved and that just excites you more. All these questions must mean something right? Was this finally the time he was going to ask you out? Oh sweet heav- right. You need to finish your side before he gets weirded out and runs. “No, nothing like that. He’s just… annoying.”

“Is he?” Seokjin is smiling at his own chai latte when he notices the look of disgust on your face. “Seemed pretty close to me at the party.”

You can’t help the smile that stretches across your lips almost immediately. Finally – something that weasel Jimin said actually paid off.

“You were watching me were you?” Seokjin’s melodious laughter fills your ear once again and gosh – you could get used to that sound. Even his laugh sounded graceful. So not fair.

“Y/n, every guy at that party was watching you beat Hyolin. Which was pretty cool by the way. I’ve never seen you so aggressive before!” He’s laughing in amazement while all you can think mentally – slightly feeling guilty for putting on this sweet girl façade – oh you have no idea.

But you can’t help it either when you’re ticking the strands of loose hair behind your ear, shrugging insouciantly to make sure Seokjin could see of how little importance it was to you that other men were noticing you. Or the fact that Jimin suggested the chicken fight in first place but he doesn’t need to know that.

“I guess I’m competitive.” Your grin is mirrored right back when Jin is shaking his head while he chuckles at you.

“You and me both.”

“Really?” He didn’t seem like it at all. Everything just seemed to work out for him – or so it seemed you guess.

“Yeah. In some aspects.” His smile tells you it’s not something common or entirely innocent because his smug grin while he wraps his plump lips around the straw. It’s honestly such an entirely new concept of Jin being this… forward. You’ve never seen him act like this before with you. This must be how he flirts and you can’t believe that you’re on the receiving end of it.

“Oh.” There isn’t anything else that comes to mind so you just settle with staring at him quizzically instead. Trying to figure him out even though you thought you had.

“Don’t look so surprised. I’ve just never shared that info with you before.” He’s patting your hand playfully and leaves it there to linger on your skin. His hands are unbelievably soft and it’s a nice feeling. His hands are soft and warm. And big – wow.

“Like them?”

“Uh.” You stutter – blushing when you realise you’ve been caught being a weirdo again. Damn it. “Yes? Yes. They’re pretty.” You outwardly cringe at your choice of words. This was going downhill fast but thankfully Seokjin doesn’t mind but only chuckles at your response again but doesn’t move his hand instead – only moves it further up your arm. The atmosphere is taking a turn as the café gets quieter with only a few other people sitting on the couches further up at the front.

“Well, thank you.” He tilts his head up and slightly to the side as he continues to stare at you with his intense eyes. Very much like how Jimin looked at you in the pool but the difference was that you were very much hypnotised while you stared back. With Jin – not so much but they were still nice to look at. You mentally reprimand yourself for thinking about Jimin while literally being in front of the man you’d been pining for, for years. “I’m very good with them too.”

Your breath is hitching at his forwardness because wow – this was a complete new Jin you were getting to know. He’s biting his lip and just for a few more seconds does he continue to hold your gaze so intensely like you’d asked him a riddle he was desperate to find the answer to. He’s snapping out of his sensual alter-ego you suppose – when he smiles brightly at you effectively snapping you out of whatever hold he had on you.

“So, you hungry?”

Hours have passed since you’d met up with Jin and honestly – he was everything you’d imagined him to be. Apart from his very overtly sexual flirting at the start, he’d just stuck to being his regular flirting self. Which was also new to you but oh-so-fun. While your responses had been calculated – sure – to keep up with the image you knew Seokjin would like the most; it was quite a fun time. You were genuinely enjoying yourself. In fact – more than you had anticipated. Maybe this will be easier than you thought. You could see yourself and Seokjin down the line and the idea didn’t make you sick to your stomach like you’d secretly thought would happen if you didn’t actually end up liking his personality when you got to be this close. But so far, so good.

He’d taken you to another restaurant that was definitely out of your budget – not that he made you pay for it or anything. Which was nice. It was pretty amazing actually. The food was maybe a bit too posh for you but you ate it anyway. Don’t knock it before you try it right? Well you could safely say you hated seafood. With a passion. How you didn’t gag when Seokjin insisted on handfeeding you the mussel is beyond you. But it’s not like you’re both going to like the same things right? It was good to be different from each other. So, so different. Wow. Seokjin was reallydifferent from you. He loved sports, seafood, playing instruments and golfing. And was an avid stamp collector. Most of all – you realised how boring it all sounded. Sure maybe sports wasn’t that boring of a hobby – you personally despised any form of physical activity – but you knew he was a great basketball player. At least you got to see his washboard stomach when he was sweating during games.

But whatever. You still had a good time. It was almost 9pm when you’d both finished your dinner and he’d walked you back to your dorm. His request had surprised you because you’d just expected that both of you would leave separately but apparently not. Currently, you’d just stopped in front of your building as Seokjin came to stand in front of you.

“I had a great day, oppa!” Your million watt smile is as cute as you can get and Jin seems to like it because before you know it – he’s taking a step closer and you have to fight your feet to stay put on the ground and not take a step back – on instinct.

“I did too.” Jin is reaching out his hand to tuck your hair behind your ears – something he’d done quite a lot today and you’d mentally fist pumped for leaving your hair out. You both seem to notice the shift in the air once more because no one says anything for the next minute. You have to look up slightly as Jin’s tall frame looms over you. You don’t notice that he’s been closing the distance between you both until he’s only a breath away. And before you know it – his soft plump lips are covering your own.

You’d imagined this moment so many times you’ve lost count. How the fireworks would instantly explode when your lips would touch while the butterflies would do their dance. The memory would be so unforgettable that it would be ingrained in your brain forever. However – annoyingly but not surprisingly – none of that happens. Sure the kiss is good and Jin’s lips are soft like pillows. There isn’t too much tongue to make it sloppy but not so chaste that everything feels a bit dry – just right. Perfect really if you were to judge the technique. Though there is no indication for you and your feelings that they’d be changing anytime soon.

You push the slight panic down when the reality wants to knock on your door in the middle of a kiss with your dream guy!

Seokjin’s hands had slipped around your face while he deepened the kiss and your hands automatically go to his waist – not knowing where else to put them. This was finally happening and yet you were way too aware of your surroundings than being lost in the kiss. Thankfully – Seokjin’s pulling away after a few minutes. His lips are looking more tempting than his kiss with how shiny and red they looked. But you realise that’s probably because they looked too much like another annoying boy’s in the darkness of the night and the shudder that goes through you is thankfully not too out of character given the circumstances and Jin is just smiling at you. Most likely thinking it’s because of him, thankfully.

He bites his lip while continuing to stare at yours – hands slipping down your arms. “Come to the party at my place tomorrow night?” Your eyes are bulging out of your head at the mention of visiting his house. Wait did he mean his frat?

“Your frat?”

“Well,” he smirks while his hands trace the lines in your palm, “not exactly. I meant my actual place. My parents are usually up at the lake house during this time of the year so it’ll be free.”

“I never knew that. Do you need my help to set up or anything?” He’s throwing his head back in response as a loud laugh escapes his pretty mouth.

“No sweetheart. It’s not the first time I’m having a party there.” You try not to gawk at him. It’s not? How come you never knew about these parties? You were practically invited to every party on campus. Though the knowledge that you’re finally going to his house is making you giddy. You were getting somewhere with him – finally. Everything was starting to work out.

“Okay. I’ll be there.” You just lean up to kiss his cheek in goodbye as he only grins in return.

A loud honk is interrupting you and both of you are jerking towards the sound as a Mercedes pulls up on the side of the road. Jimin’s annoying face is peering out along with Taehyung who’s on the passenger side. A low whistle sounds from the car while Jimin is annoyingly looking all too smugly at you. Automatically making your blood boil.

“Well hello there love birds.” You’d been too busy being annoyed on as your default emotional reaction to Jimin showing up anywhere near a five mile radius from you to notice that Seokjin had actually moved to stand a step apart from you compared to him being almost hovering over you just seconds ago.

“Jimin. Tae, what are you guys doing here?” Seokjin’s tone is back to the even drawl it always was before the one you got to know today and it only mildly bothers you that he’s acting like you both just met up on the sidewalk than returning from a date.

“Oh you know – just our usual rounds. I personally was looking for y/n.” He’s smiling sweetly at you while you’re trying not to roll your eyes and snort unattractively. Definitely ignoring the stupid butterflies that start dancing for the wrong boy because of his adorably dimply smile. Ugh.

“No he wasn’t.” Your response it almost instant and Jin is just watching you two slightly confused. You look at him with a reassuring grin and roll your eyes playfully to pass off Jimin’s comment as a joke.

“Actually we were. You left your bra at our frat last week girlie.” Taehyung obnoxiously loud voice is yelling out from besides Jimin and you just want earth to swallow you right up. Especially knowing how that must look in front of Jin.

To make matters worse – Taehyung is holding up said offending item up in plain sight for everyone to see and you can’t even be mad at that dumb blonde – literally, his hair was blonde now. He looked way too casual and no sign of a sleazy smirk was to be seen on his face. As if it were a pair of shoes or something equally uninteresting that you left at their place. Meanwhile – Jimin is looking very much like the sleaze you’d actually expected Taehyung to be. This was the first time you’re seeing Jimin after that night because while you’d just opted to forget about it all together, Jimin very much reminded you of it every day. To annoy you obviously. Why else?

Not like it was a big deal to him either. This was probably the norm for him since he had probably slept with several other women since then. You scoff internally but you should’ve probably been paying attention because Jimin is taking the undergarment from his friend before he’s flinging it out of the window towards you. You can tell he’s purposely flung it towards Seokjin more than you and you are just about ready to kill him.

“Thanks jerks!” Seokjin had caught it with ease and you’re finally looking towards him – very much expecting him to look disgusted but surprisingly – he’s anything but. In fact he seems to be holding in a smile as he hands you your bra.

“You’re welcome.” Jimin is winking at you before he’s driving off towards their frat down the road.

“I am so sorry. I had borrowed clothes after the party last week and must hav-”

“Hey, it’s alright.” Jin is shrugging indifferently – not looking displeased or disgusted at all. Which is good right? You sigh internally but something about his reaction feels… off. Though you push that feeling down once more and just smile at him apologetically.

“Really y/n. It’s fine. You don’t have to explain.” This time he doesn’t hold back his smirk and you can tell he’s not exactly thinking the purest thoughts and you want to dance!

Seokjin was finally coming around and you were just about ready to burst with joy. This was finally happening.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then?” Jin is leaning forwards to steal a kiss – making you giggle.

“Yes you will.”

“Wait seriously? Seokjin has parties at his own house?” Sana is just as surprised as you when you tell her about the invite. She’d nearly caught you with the bra in your hand when you’d come in but the bright smile on your face had distracted her enough for you to throw it in the hamper before she sees it.

“Yes! So weird right? I thought it was just the frat house.”

“Me too. But hey,” she sits up on the couch where she’d been laying while you got ready for the party, “Sounds like he’s actually really in to you.”

“I know,” The smile on your face is one that screams ‘I’ve won’ and Sana is more than relieved. You can tell by her face that her suspicions and worries about you trying to stay involved with Jin are eased ever so slightly because she doesn’t continuously nag at you this time. Just watches you get ready to go.

“You sure you don’t want to come? I’m sure he won’t mind.” She only just waves you off in response. Why was she so stubborn?

Wait. Is this how she felt when you ignored her? Damn you’re annoying.

“But he didn’t invite me. And he obviously doesn’t invite just anyone at these parties so I’m not about to crash.”

“You’re way too polite Sana.” Shaking your head and sighing wistfully isn’t strong enough a tactic to blackmail her in to abandoning her rule following nature.

“Yeah yeah. Whatever. You’ll be with Jin anyway so I’ll be bored.” You’re about to just ignore her but a certain blonde haired, deep voiced frat boy is coming to mind and you can’t help but smirk.

“What? What are you smiling about?”

“Taehyung will be there.” Instantly – her cheeks are going redder than a tomato while she makes a show of trying to look interested in whatever is playing on the television.

“A-And?” She’s adorably pushing her glasses further up her face but only someone completely socially inept would miss the slight higher pitch of her voice. Boy, she definitely had a crush.

“Ugh. You’re such a prude. Fine stay home and watch your boring TV.”

“MasterChef Junior isn’t boring!” Your eyes go wide at the mention of the show and you momentarily stop curling your hair.

“Wait is that what’s on tonight?”

“Yup! And you’re missing out just because of a boy.” She’s sticking out her tongue like both of you are thirteen again. But damn. You deserved that. That show was fucking hilarious and she really was the winner here tonight.

“Damn it. Don’t spoil this episode for me. I’ll watch it when I get back tonight.” Hurriedly you’re making sure your sundress looks smooth and your hair is spread evenly around you in the curls you’d just put them in so graciously.

“If you come back.” She’s muttering under her breath but you’ve heard it anyway.

“I heard that you bitch.” Throwing a cushion at her only gets you another funny face. “I’m definitely coming back. Not about to sleep with him on the second date. Besides, Seokjin is too classy to ask me that anyway.”

Sana is only looking at you like you’ve said something ludicrous. “What?! It’s true.”

“Whatever you tell yourself. He’s still a guy you know? Be careful.” You only run up behind the sofa to hug her from the back while she protested in response as always.

“I will, mom! Thank you for being cool with this.” This time, her sigh is one which lacks any playfulness at all and you know that she is genuinely hoping for you to be safe and have a good time.

“You’re smart. You know what to do. Now let go of me you hug freak.”

“One day you’re going to get the most huggiest boyfriend ever Sana. Just wait!”

“Get out before I change my mind and come just to sabotage your date.”

Ah, you loved that hermit.

Once again, your plan of arriving fashionably late is kind of a bust. Because rather than having Seokjin greet you like you’d imagined; Jimin’s blonde hair is greeting you instead and for once you’re face to face with the heels you were wearing.

“What are you doing here?” Jimin’s snort is the first sound you hear and you instantly wanted to strangle and make out with him!

“Uh, hi to you too y/n. If you’ve forgotten, Seokjin is my teammate and I don’t know? Best fr-”

You just push past his drama queen self and barge in. Not going to lie to yourself but Jimin’s chest somehow seems even more firm than before. Aaaand that was a bad though to be thinking at the moment because suddenly it’s too hot in your otherwise breezy sundress.

“Yeah whatever. Where’s Jin?” Jimin doesn’t waste any time in making sure his expressions are exaggerated as possible because he knows it annoys you. Why was he so annoying?!

“You’re so rude.” He’s of course shaking his head animatedly while he walks besides you and it’s only now that you notice the red cup in his hand. Most likely a mixture of high-end hard liquors. The boy drank like a sailor. “Considering we’ve exchanged body fluids I thought you’d be nicer to me.”

“Jimin!” ugh why did he have to say that? “Fucking gross! Go away you’re making my drink taste bad.”

He’s staring at your empty hands before he gives you a ‘the fuck’ look. “You don’t even have a drink yet.”

“That should tell you how badly you’re affecting my vibes? Go away.”

“You’re lucky I find you so hot.” His smirk is out of character because he isn’t teasing you further. Only taking a drink from his cup while his eyes peer over it at you and you wish he would stop. Because you’re already running hot and that’s also because of him. Jimin’s hair is dishevelled like it always is from his constant attention to it. And damn you if it wasn’t soft. You’ve tried everything you could this past week to keep the thoughts of that night from the party – locked in a chest filled with all of your bad experiences. But it was hard when it was one of the best experiences of your life and the reminiscing memories kept thrashing out of the secure lock you had on said chest.

Speaking of chests; there was one that you really wanted to see again. Yes. You guessed it. Jimin’s.

Ugh. Why was he everywhere?!

“O-Or what?” You’ve just managed to reply – albeit it’s a mutter, really. But of course he had to take this as an invitation to come closer. You’re being backed in to a corner near the entrance and somehow you haven’t just stormed out of there already like you usually did. No. You’re way too enthralled by his twinkling eyes and a smouldering gaze. The smirk playing up on his lips is just as dangerous as the rest of his demeanour. All too different of a reaction you had with Seokjin and you were getting annoyed with your heart at this point.

“Or,” He’s placing his free hand above on the wall behind you while his drink clad hand is lazily lifted up to his plush lips – all the while his eyes stay firmly locked with your own – taking a drink. Taking his time reeling you in. “I would spank you right in the middle of this living room. Don’t care who walks in. Your bitchy mouth needs a gag in it too.”

Are you dying? Is this how having a heart attack feels like? Because you might be having one. Your breath is caught in your throat and your brain can’t seem to send your lungs the signal to deflate and let the air out. Instead your hands have set themselves beside you on the wall and all snide remarks have seemingly flown out the window. Why was he so fucking hot?

More importantly – why was always reaching feverish temperatures with so much so as a few naughty words that left this devil’s mouth?

“Shut.. Shut up! Just because we’ve fucked once doesn’t mean I’m dying to have your dirty dick.”

“You didn’t seem to think it was dirty when you were crying because of it.” His teasing chuckle is back and that’s just enough for your nerves to ease and push him back. Thankfully you had because just then Jin’s loud laughter is filling your ears when the door opens and you’re jerking forwards to put as much distance between the two of you.

“Y/n! Hey.”

“Hi oppa!” You’re making sure to smile extra sweetly as soon as you notice none other than miss jenny trailing behind him. Did he come to his own house with her? You can hear Jimin gag behind you at your sickly sweet tone and you mentally note to yourself to kick him in the balls later for being an ass to you.

But for now all you could focus on was Jin’s toned arms – obviously not as toned as Jimin – in the slightly fitted shirt he wore and of course; the prettiest smile you’d seen on any man. Wow. How was this possible? Not to forget the perfect Jenny that was standing right besides him.

“I’m glad you came.” His smile is polite and you wonder if you should hug him as a greeting. You mean – he did kiss you last night. Maybe he’ll be cool with it?

But seems like the decision is already made for you when he’s placing his hand politely behind Jenny’s back to bring her forward from where she stood fiddling with her phone.

“Y/n, I’m sure you know Jenny.”

“Yup. Hello.” You just wave politely once more but you could see that she was very comfortable with herself while she watched your tight smile obviously trying to be genuine. But what made you more mad was that she also obviously did not see you as competition at all. And that infuriated you. Her smug smile when Jin has swiftly moved on to talk to Jimin while his hand continuing to stay at her back is confusing you even more.

Did he not have any interest in you at all? He’d barely said two words to you while he’d been all but shoving his tongue down your throat last night.

“Well feel free to grab food and drinks from the kitchen. I just have to talk to Jenny about something.” He’s smiling his stupidly polite smile again as he looks at you and Jimin.

“Y/n.” Oh thank god. You were almost about to pass out from humiliation if he had left without even saying more than just two words to you. Jin is whispering the next words so only you can hear. “I’ll be back in a bit to get you. Just stay here and mingle.”

“Okay but-”

“Thanks.” He’s ruffling your perfectly curled hair before leading Jenny further in to the house. You don’t even know the layout of the mansion to even assume if they’re going to his bedroom or anything.

“You look disappointed.” Jimin’s cheeky chuckle is all but bringing all the insults to the tip of your tongue. At least you were comfortable in this environment. It was familiar. Making fun of Jimin that is.

“I’m talking to you. So obviously.”

“Ouch. You’re really pissed huh?”

“No.” Your defensive reply is all he needs to burst out laughing while he walks towards the kitchen. And because you feel stupid just standing in the entrance you follow him – grumbling under your breath. There are people everywhere but the place is at least not crawling with them. This seems to be a more of an inner circle and you assume these are all people Jin is personally friends with. Plus, they look like seniors.

“Uh-huh, sure. If it makes you feel better – you’re way hotter than Jenny. In my opinion.” He’s looking at you like he’s consoling you or something.

“And who asked for your opinion?” You push away his arm, rolling your eyes at him. But you can’t deny the stupid butterflies that thrive at his stupid compliments!

“Admit it babe, you’re jealous of Jenny.” You snort at his matter of fact tone. Sure you were. Just a little but he didn’t know that for sure.

“Yeah right. She’s not the one he was making out with last night.” It’s nice to see Jimin with the sullen expression for once.

“Yeah well.” Jimin is clearing is throat after a few minutes of silence and you know you’ve won. He’s speechless for once. Instead, you just grab a drink for yourself and mouth ‘cheers’ his way with the victory smile on his face.

You’re just about to head outside before Jimin speaks again.

“Just be care y/n.” And this time, you’re the one who can’t think of what to say to that. Why was he so serious all of a sudden?

“What do you mean?” You can tell he’s instantly regretting what he’s said because he’s cursing under his breath as he turns away before looking at you again.

“What Jimin? Why are you being weird, weirdo?” He doesn’t say anything for another few minutes until you’re whacking his chest to snap him out of it.

“Ow! Fine! Stop giving me boo boos.” His pout if adorable sure but you just deadpan him until he’s rolling his eyes and finally elaborating. “Remember the cookies you brought?”

Your eyebrows are furrowing in confusion before you remember that you indeed took cookies over last week for Seokjin. “Yeah? What about them?” You gasp in horror.

“Did you eat them?!”

“Calm down witch. I wish I did. Ow! What now?” He’s rubbing over the area you’ve whacked him again – on the arm instead – to make him focus.

“Get to it already you rat.”

“Well if you must know,” he takes in a deep breath while keeping eye contact with you, “He threw them in the bin. That’s why I took you outside.”

“Okay yeah whatever.” This was bonkers. Why would you believe him? You’re about to turn around and try and find Jin before Jimin’s solid – and warm – grip on your shoulder is holding you back.

“I’m serious y/n. Didn’t you notice how quickly they were gone?” Well, yeah.

“I just assumed Tae ate some of them. He has a freakishly big mouth. Figuratively and literally too.” His eyes go wide as he nods.

“Agreed sister,” you give him a look at that but he just ignores you and continues, “But Seokjin really did throw them in the trash. I just took you outside before you noticed.”

Okay… you’re not sure how to feel about this. Pissed? Yeah you were. But why weren’t you feeling hurt as much as Jimin expected you to be? He was looking at you like you were going to break any second. But the truth of the matter was that you were just… pissed. Not hurt at all strangely. He did waste a perfectly good batch of cookies if what Jimin was saying was true. But whatever. He could be playing with you for all you knew. Besides they were just cookies. Not made of gold.

“So what?” You shrug it off, hoping to be casual about it and not show the irritation you were actually feeling if this was true.

“You’re not mad?”

“Nope.” A little. A lot if it was true. But Seokjin wasn’t like that so it was most likely not true.

“Really? That’s not fair!” And he’s pouting again. “You’re about ready to murder me all the time and he gets a free pass?”

He’s having to yell at you because you’re just walking away to find Jin.

“Go be drunk or something Jimin. I gotta go!”

Damn this house was big. You expected it to be but not this big. It’s been at least fifteen minutes and you’re still roaming the house. The music is everywhere no matter where you go and you assume that the house has an inbuilt sound system. Every room looked like something right out of a home décor magazine.

Finally after a bit of wandering – you come across a hallway upstairs that you haven’t seen before. But this must be out of bounds though, right? It’s dimly lit and you can guess there must be where the bedrooms are and despite the itching in your feet to just see what’s the décor like in those rooms – even you’re not that much of a creep. Maybe just a little.

And just when you’re about to head downstairs you can hear two voices coming out of one of the rooms. Whoever it is must be coming out of the room now and you’re panicking. You needed to flee before you were caught being somewhere you probably weren’t supposed to. And you would have gone downstairs – really – if it wasn’t your brain recognizing the two voices to be distinctively sounding like Seokjin and, was it Jenny?

You’re tiptoeing down the stairs as quietly as you can before standing right beside them so it doesn’t seem anything more than you just leaning against the wall. The voices are hushed but they are coming closer to the railing of the stairs so you know they’re about to come downstairs. Why was Seokjin up there all alone with a girl of all people? And the girl being definitely not you? You mean, you weren’t reading too much in to it. You don’t think. He did invite you to his party like he really wanted to spend more time with you.

“Don’t worry,” Jenny’s giggle is breaking your train of thought and you’re paying more attention now to hear what the hushed voices are saying. “I’ll be there.”

Your blood is starting to boil with every sultry word that she whispers like a vixen! Okay you needed to calm yourself.

“You better be. My mother is on cloud nine knowing you’ll be there.” His mom? Were they family friends? Your heart is dropping slightly but you don’t want to get ahead of yourself.

“Don’t worry oppa.” She’s almost purring her words and you can tell they haven’t begun their descend down the stairs yet. “I’m excited to finally meet her too.”

“Okay good. Wear the dress I got you.” This definitely didn’t sound as innocent as you were hoping it to be. And you can’t even be mad or call this cheating because you weren’t exactly dating him. But you also didn’t just kiss random boys – not counting the ones you accidentally kissed after one too many drinks. So at least it meant something to you.

“Spying on hyung at his own house huh?” The familiar teasing voice is filling your ears just when you can hear the two upstairs about to come down. Automatically, you’re turning around fast to put your mouth over Jimin’s loud as fuck voice because you didn’t trust him to not expose you in front of Seokjin.

“Would you lower your voice you rat!” Your hand is around his warm mouth and have to make yourself fight the feeling of Jimin’s wet tongue licking a stripe up your palm from the inside.

“So you admit you’re spying on him.” His voice is muffled and you cannot take him seriously when his eyes are turning in crescent moons because of his huge goofy ass grin. Ugh why was he adorable and infuriating all at once?

“I’m going to leave now.” Jenny’s voice is ringing in your ears once more and now you can clearly hear her heels coming down the stairs. And soon enough you’re pushing Jimin away just in time for the two figures to come in to your view. Unfortunately, they don’t notice you standing there at all because Jin is pulling Jenny close while her melodious little giggle makes you want to gag.

“Stay awhile,” Jin’s whinging like he’s her boyfriend who just wants to spend time with her a little longer and you think you’re going to be sick. “Please?” He’s tilting his head to the side while he looks deeply in to her big eyes. Exactly like he looked at you many times the day before.

You don’t realise you’ve just been staring at them interact – they obviously can’t see you but you can see half of their bodies from where you stood.

“Can you stop roughing me up. Jeez.” Jimin’s loud mouth is once again ruining things for you because Seokjin is pulling away from Jenny to walk all the way down the stairs.

“Jimin? Is that you?” However, Jin’s eyes are going wide when he notices you standing there too but he looks like he’s in no hurry to give an explanation to you. Not that you ask him for one but you’re sure your face looks a little bit betrayed. Because you felt it. How was he this friendly and flirty with Jenny when he’d literally been playing tug of war with your tongue just the night before? You thought Seokjin wasn’t like that?

“Oh,” He looks between you and Jimin – who looks like he wants to bolt out of there as he reads the vibe between you and Jin. Jenny seems unruffled and looks like she hasn’t a clue and you can guess she probably either doesn’t know about you and Jin or just doesn’t care.

Both very likely but finding out how much of a sleazy bastard Seokjin is turning out to be – anything was possible.

“How long… have you been standing here?” He doesn’t even address you specifically and you know that he wouldn’t give a shit if it was just Jimin standing here. But for some reason he does not want to address you in front of Jenny.

“Long enough.” You deadpan and Seokjin at least has the audacity to look sheepish while Jenny just waits for you to continue. But when you just continue to stare Seokjin down, she’s huffing and puffing before saying goodbye.

“Well, you guys have fun and chat,” again, only looking at Jimin, “I’ll be off. Bye sweetie.” She’s kissing Seokjin on the cheek before she leaves and you almost miss Jimin mouthing ‘oh shit’ when she finally goes.

It’s at least a minute or two after Jenny has left that Seokjin is finally saying something but you’re so furious that he played you like a fiddle that you don’t let him speak much. The whole scenario said enough and you weren’t that much of an oblivious idiot to believe whatever bullshit he was about to feed you.

“She’s just a friend.” He doesn’t even look particularly apologetic and you think you’ll be sick all over the nice shiny tiles of his home. He wastes so much of your time and doesn’t even look like he’s going to bother with the truth? Seokjin was more of an ass than you thought.

“Have fun with your ‘friend’ at dinner with your mother.” That’s enough for you to convey your anger because you probably growled that one out. You don’t know, everything was kind of blurring together when you were this angry. But thankfully, once again, Jimin’s helping you out at a party because he’s close enough for you to grab his hand and lead him and yourself away from Jin.

You just needed to get away before you squared up with Seokjin and you weren’t sure if he was above getting you thrown out of his party by his security.

“Uh where are we going?” Jimin’s confused and slightly nervous voice is asking you though he doesn’t stop you from dragging him through the endless crowds and out towards the backyard.

“Are you.. are you going to kill me?” His meek voice almost sounds too serious and amidst the rage that’s clouding your every judgement – you can’t help but laugh. Damn it. Not even a full five minutes alone with this rat and you’re already laughing.

Okay, maybe he was better than a rat. A mouse. Whatever.

“No I’m not. Though I’m angry enough to kill, for sure.”

“Hopefully not a human though, right?” you’ve finally come to a stop in the middle of Seokjin’s garden that had a freaking fountain in it. You sit beside it and stare at the water flowing from the little man-made waterfall.

“No,” pouting your lips you try to calm yourself down by running your hands through the cool water. “That’s illegal.”

When you look back at Jimin who’s just standing there watching you play with the water with his eyebrows furrowed, you shrug your shoulders in question.

“And morally wrong?” You shrug once more.

“Yeah that too I guess.” He’s laughing at your nonchalant response before he takes a seat beside you and dips his fingers in the water too. You’re not sure why you dragged him outside with you but it just seemed easier that way, you suppose.

A couple minutes pass and you still don’t say anything. Just remembering how much time you wasted on pining after Seokjin and that wasn’t even the real him. He always seemed so chivalrous and kind and gentle and just so… perfect. How did you get fooled? Just the thought of the missed opportunities at finding something real because your stupid idealistic self was going after the supposed ‘right’ guy makes you want to slap Seokjin and then yourself!

“You okay there?” Jimin’s voice is soft and you’re shaking your head in response. No point in hiding your obvious disappointment.

“I’m mad at me.” And you were. For once. “You don’t have to stay. I don’t know why I dragged you here.”

“I want to.” Jimin’s voice is soft and there isn’t even a hint of pity which makes you thankful to him. You’d just feel more embarrassed if he was staying with you out of pity. Not that you cared.

Ugh.

You did. It’s time to stop lying to yourself. You’d done that for years and look where it got you.

“Is something wrong with me?” You want to take back the words as soon as they leave your mouth. You would never ask these type of questions if you were so angry with yourself right now.

“Not at all.” Surprisingly – Jimin’s voice lacks any sort of playful or teasing tone and he sounds perfectly serious. Like he’s telling you facts and not just his own opinion. “Seokjin hyung is just a master at hiding his… adventures I guess.”

You furrow your eyebrows at his response but thankfully Jimin elaborates. “He’s just like me, Y/n.”

The unspoken ‘duh’ has you hanging your head in shame once again – feeling like a complete and utter idiot. Though Jimin is moving closer to you and soon you can feel cool hand touch your back as he rubs it over the span of it in soothing glides.

“I’m such an idiot.” The groans keep coming while you flick the water almost violently away from you. The anger seems to be a non-stop stream that’s flowing through you much like the fountain you had your hand in. But as soon as Jimin’s hand is moving towards your nape from the back – you’re relaxing almost instantly.

“You’re anything but an idiot Y/N. Seokjin is just an expert at hiding his man-whoring ways.” He shrugs when you look at him in question.

“He sleeps with exactly the same amount of people I sleep with. If not more. He really isn’t that different from me babe.” His eyes are apologetic but it still doesn’t feel like he’s pitying you or trying to make you feel better. Somehow, whatever Jimin says just doesn’t make you feel queasy or like he’s lying. Somehow you can just tell that he’s telling you the truth. Why wouldn’t he? Not like he liked you or anything. He only wants to get in your pants. Just like Seokjin. Ugh.

“How did I not see that before. He just seemed so… perfect!” Your hands are going up to cup your face in frustration at yourself.

“Because he’s a mastered the art of doing all sorts of shit and keeping it under wraps. His whole family is under scrutiny all the time and if he fucks up – he gets the boot. So don’t blame yourself for buying in to his ‘perfect’ act. He’s such as much of a player then me.”

“Yeah but,” you can’t help but sigh as you come to the realisation, “at least you don’t lie about it. You’re annoying as hell and sleep with anything that moves, sure. But at least I know that’s the real you. No surprises.” You shrug once more and you don’t even have to look his way to know he’s probably gasping like you’ve stabbed him or something.

But you want to smack his pretty face when he finally opens his mouth. “You seemed pretty surprised when you saw my dick though.”

And of course he’d ruin the moment. He’s clutching his arm when you smack him but at least he’s laughing this time. “What was that for?!”

“For being so gross.” Jimin is flicking some water at you from the fountain and you can’t help but giggle when the cool droplets hit you in the face.

“Stop!” When he doesn’t, you just opt for splashing him even harder and somehow – you’re both soaking each other as the little splashing escalates. You’re running around the fountain uncontrollably giggling as Jimin chases you while most of your sundress is soaked from the top.

“Can’t catch me!” But of course he would start to close the distance between you both just then. You squeal when he almost catches you but a big splash on his face has him jerking back to wipe his face.

“Stop!” Now he’s the one yelling at you while you continue to throw water in his direction – having the most fun since you’d arrived.

“Make me.” Your chuckle is playful and you just can’t stop laughing at his facial expressions that are over the top as always. When you’re finally calming down, you can see the way his shirt is clinging to his hard pecs as he pushes back the wet hair by running his hands through it. Suddenly, all laughter is dying in your throat and you can’t help the butterflies that are waking up as the atmosphere takes a turn.

Jimin has caught you staring at him shamelessly and his shit eating smirk is taking its place back on to his handsome face.

“Like what you see?” You try to play it off but he’s not having any of it while he stalks towards you.

“N-No. I’ve seen better.” If only you could keep your mouth shut but of course – disagreeing with Jimin almost came naturally. You don’t realise you’re walking backwards until your back hits a brick wall opposite the water fountain while Jimin continues to walk towards you.

“Always have something to say, don’t you?” He’s clicking his tongue pointedly while he shakes his head but his eyes never leave your own. You’re breathing hard like you’ve runa marathon and it seems to only get worse the closer he gets. When his hands are resting besides your head, trapping you between his body – your chest is moving up and down rapidly like you can’t seem to breathe in enough air to sustain yourself.

Jimin’s eyes are hungry and very much like the way they were last week. He rakes them up and down your body and you can almost feel it. His gaze is searing and you’re almost buzzing because of how electrifying the air is. Is this how a true crush felt? Because you hadn’t felt any of this with Seokjin while everything was intensified tenfold with Jimin.

“You know how much I’ve thought about you since last week? You have any idea?”

You can’t move let alone speak so you just shake your head while watching his plump lips move. Jimin takes his bottom lip between his teeth as one of his hands slides down the wall and dives straight between your legs to cup your pussy over your underwear making you gasp. He’s being so bold and to the point and it’s just making you wetter.

“I haven’t been able to fuck a single girl after having a taste of this sweet cunt, y/n.” He’s growling out his words while his palm is digging in your clit making your back arch in to his chest, moaning his name.

“J-Jimin.”

“Yeah babe? Want me to stop?” His laugh is like stars twinkling when you shake your head even before he’s finished his sentence. “Fuck, you’re so wet. Did you get this wet for hyung, huh? Does he make your pussy as wet as I do?”

If you weren’t so turned on you would make fun of him and possibly yell at him for bringing up Jin but you’re so far gone that you can’t be bothered to beat around the bush. It’s hard to speak though when he’s grinding his palm on the length of your pussy so earnestly.

“I never- ah!- slept w-with him.” Jimin is cursing under his breath as he watches you tremble beneath his touch. You glance down to where his arm disappears under your sundress and the prominent bulge in his pants that’s just beneath it. His veiny arm between your legs is one of the hottest sights ever and you could most likely cum faster if you just kept watching the visuals.

“Good. Because he was never good enough for you baby. No one is.” But you are.

The words are at the tip of your tongue since being near an orgasm kind of makes you loose lipped but somehow – your stubborn brain is making you hold all these sentimental feelings inside. He looks almost pained for a few seconds when he says it but his almost enraged expression is returning when you’re palming over his erection through his pants. Though your hands are almost instantly ripped away from him while he hisses at you.

“Keep your slutty hands to yourself, y/n. You can touch me when I give you the permission to.” He’s words are spoken in an even, stone cold voice that’ sending a shiver down your spine. You’re moans are getting louder and louder as you feel the knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter.

“That’s it baby,” he coos as his palm continues rolling against your ruined underwear that sticks to your core now, “cum nice and hard for me. Roll your hips.”

“J-Jimin! I’m gunna cum oh god.” Your nails are probably imprinting themselves on the skin of his biceps but you couldn’t careless when he looks like he might eat you alive. And you would let him.

Your stuttering continues as he brings down his other hand to palm at your breasts. When he pinches your nipple at the same time his palm is grinding particularly hard on your bundle of nerves – you cum with a shout.

“There you go babe. Soak my fucking hand. Fuck you’re dripping.” You’re still breathing hard but you can feel the fluid sliding down your thighs since your underwear was too soaked to soak up anymore moisture. Your cheeks are probably more flushed than Jimin’s and lips just as bitten red as his. But after the lusty haze has settled from your vision – it’s almost like you can’t bear to be away from his blood red lips anymore. So finally – you push forward and make the first move of the night and take Jimin’s lip hostage in a kiss. A sloppy, hurried and noisy kiss – sure. But it’s the best you’ve ever felt while kissing someone. And everything that you had envisioned happening with Seokjin – but had known wouldn’t happen to some extent – was taking place with Jimin.

Jimin who infuriated you, made fun of you, fought with you, annoyed the hell out of you. But was the only one who you didn’t have to be someone you were not to make sure he’d like you. Because he already did.

And maybe being smitten with Seokjin wasn’t so bad after all because if it hadn’t been for that – Jimin had probably never helped you and you’d never slept with him and got to know him the way you knew him now. Maybe you didn’t waste your time after all. You’ve lost track of time and how long you had been kissing Jimin. But of course – breathing is also a thing so you finally pull away while his lips trail wet kisses down the column of your throat.

“What’re you smiling about weirdo? Oh wait – is it the best orgasm you’ve ever had? Knew it.” He’s smiling smugly and you want to smack him across the head but you’re too content in this moment to hit him. Even if he would probably enjoyed it. Masochistic idiot.

“No you hoe. I’m just… happy.” His eyes are going wide momentarily.

“That’s good. We don’t have to do anything by the way.” His gaze is turning sheepish again as well as almost… disappointed.

But you want to ease his worries because you can finally see what’s been in front of you all along. So you cup his face and finally decide to be out with it. “I want to.”

His big eyes are most certainly surprised while your hands hold his supple face in between them. “I think… I’d much rather be with a demon like you than waste my time on someone who will never really notice the actual me.”

You can tell that Jimin hadn’t been expecting you to say that and you’re almost about to take everything back thinking that you’ve read the signals wrong and he isn’t actually in to you. But thankfully, Jimin is breaking out in the prettiest grin you’ve ever seen and you want to kiss his stupidly attractive mouth once again.

“I… I want to be with a demon like you too.” His smile is smug yet kind and loving at the same time. “Also, of course you would use the word ‘demon’ – effectively insulting me by the way – while processing your undying love for me.”

You’re shoving his chest as you snort at his reply. “As if! If anything I more so have feelings for your dick than you.” Of course you don’t fully mean that… maybe.

But he doesn’t seem to mind while he wags his eyebrows up and down like the fuck boy he is. Your fuck boy. “My magic stick is attached to me so therefore – you love me. I win.”

You can only watch him with a smile you can’t control while he holds you close to him. “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that just because you just gave the second best orgasm of my life.”

Almost instantly – Jimin’s face is becoming so serious you’d think someone called him short. “When was the first best? Wait don’t tell me. No wait- tell me. Wait do-”

“Oh my god shut up you nut. It was you! Last week.” And he’s back to smiling like an idiot.

“Jimin! Where are we going.” He’s taking you through the crowd of people – upstairs to where Seokjin had been before. The naughty smile on his face as he pulls you in one of the rooms tells you all and you’re about to beat his ass.

“We can’t do that in here! Are you crazy?” When you look around the room you realise – it’s Seokjin’s bedroom.

“Can’t think of a better revenge babe. Let’s fuck on his sheets.” He’s nuzzling his face in your neck and if it wasn’t for his devilish tongue – you’d be making rash decisions right now.

“J-Jimin. W-What if people hear?” This doesn’t deter him though. In fact – he’s only just escalating things further as he holds you up so you can wrap your legs around his waist while he pushes up your sundress.

“Let them,” he growls while slipping your panties to the side, “Let them hear how good I fuck you baby.”

With a harsh push – he’s all the way in while the remaining few inches is sucked in my your convulsing pussy as it stretches to accommodate his girthy length. Fuck – Jimin had the perfect dick. It was even pretty!

“Jimin!” You know you’re being loud. You were always loud during sex. Which was one of the reasons this was especially bad but Jimin thought otherwise.

“Yeah baby. Scream my name so everyone knows how good I’m making you feel.” Your head has started to thump against the door that he’s pushed your body to. Slowly – it’s not just your head anymore but your whole body. Thumping to the rhythmic pulling and pushing of his impossibly hard cock inside you. The sweat is running down the sides of his temple while his back is being scratched up by your fingernails as you hold on for dear life.

His balls smack against your ass obscenely and you can’t help the gush of arousal that trickles out of you at the animalistic way Jimin looks at you. His teeth are clenched and he resembles a wolf almost as his intense eyes never waiver from your face that’s covered with tears. They run down your cheeks steadily because it just feels so fucking good.

Every single time he bottoms out it stings just enough to make everything a hundred times better. “I want to fuck you every day y/n. I can’t imagine living without this cunt. I can’t imagine living – Fuck! W-Without you.”

His own profession couldn’t have come at a worse time because you can barely take in a breath let alone respond properly. But his seemingly loving words hit your heart and pussy equally as your heartbeat speeds up and pussy squeezes around his pounding cock.

It’s like he’s not just physically fucking your pussy wide open but as well as your heart the walls around it. It’s the weirdest analogy you’ve ever thought of – in the middle of sex no less – but it comes naturally with Jimin.

And when he leans down to take a nipple in his mouth after pulling the top of your sundress beneath our breasts – you know it’s your end game.

“F-Fuck. Jimin I think I’m going to c-cum again.” Neither of you really care about the noise anymore. There was no point since the slamming of your body against the door as well as the continuous pornographic moans that left the both of you probably said it all. And when you’re finally cumming around Jimin’s pistoning cock – you’re full on sobbing from all the intense feelings. You’ve never felt anything like this before and you’d had sex before.

Maybe it was because of the newfound feelings you had for Jimin after so long of feeling… nothing. Whatever it was – it made everything ten times better and you never wanted it to stop.

“Baby I’m g-gunna cum. W-Where d-do you-”

“My face.” The look on Jimin’s face as you stare right in to his eyes with determination that even surprises you – is probably going to be a favourite of yours. He doesn’t ask any more questions and instead letting down your trembling body that feels like jello. You’re falling to the ground almost instantly and waste no time in taking his blood filled head that looks almost painfully swollen – in your mouth.

“Fuck yeah. Just like that. Oh god, y/n.” He’s whining. Park Jimin is actually whining and you don’t want him to stop. His hands are threading in your hair as you bob your head up and down while massaging the length that hasn’t pushed in – blame your gag reflex. It doesn’t take long for him to grab your hair tight enough to sting a little as he fucks your mouth to his own release. As soon as you feel the first dribble of the saltiness on your tongue – you’re pulling away from him just in time for the spurts of his semen to spray all over your face. Almost going in your eyes – damn.

Jimin is breathing hard for a solid few minutes – face looking fucked out while a sated smile slowly appears. He’s falling on the bed after he pulls you up and on top of his chest – face dripping with cum and all.

“You almost hit my eye you nut.” Jimin is laughing uncontrollably when you’re trying to be mad at him and it’s making you even more mad!

“What? What’s so funny.”

“I’m a nut who just nutted on your face.” He’s not even finished with his sentence before he’s breaking out in fits of loud laughter again while you just smack him across the chest. But you can’t help but laugh a little. Your choice was words kind of dug your own grave so you let it slide.

“So… can I call you my girlfriend now?” He’s turning you to face him as he wipes his cup off your face and then slips his soaked fingers in your mouth as you moan.

“Y-Yeah.” His eyes have become hazy again and you’re both just about to kiss again until the door bangs loudly.

“JIMIN DON’T DO IT. YOU LOVE Y/N! BRO DON’T FUCK WHOEVER YOU’RE DOING. HELLO CAN YOU HEAR ME?”

“Oh boy.” You can’t even breathe from how hard you’re laughing at Taehyung’s screams from outside the door while Jimin is getting up to pull on his jeans. “let me uh,” he’s scratching the back of his head as he gestures towards the door.

“Uh huh.” Taehyung continues to slam his fists against the door while Jimin finally cracks open the door to yell at him. “Shut the fuck up you asscrack! I’m with y/n.”

“Oh. Way to go budd-” And Jimin has shut the door in his face.

“Sorry about that.” You just take his lips in a kiss as the smile stays on your lips at Taehyung’s words.

“He’s sweet.” Maybe he wasn’t so bad for Sana after all.

#bts smut #jimin smut #jimin fanfic #kim seokjin #hobiwonder #i hope u guys semi like it :c

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onceuponanaromantic · 4 years

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Everyone Knows

Everyone knows of the two immortals who haunt the school grounds.

(Some say that they are in love with each other. Some say that they eat together at the café, and in the canteen, and if you are in school, late in the evening, you might see them walking together. Some say that the smiles they give each other are the sweetest.)

There are two of them, that much is always clear. They have been there for as long as any of the students have known of them, and they will always be there. The idea of the school not having the vampire and the ghost is an absurd one.

(“SEPH!” The girl yells, panicking as the set-up bubbles and spits yellow solids. A quick hand reaches around the flask, pulling it off the Bunsen burner, regardless of the heat. The flask is quickly placed at on the bench, and the burner is shut off.

“You need to remember to add ceramic pieces next time before heating. If not, it heats unevenly and this happens.” A calm voice, tinged with humour, says. “Wait for it to cool for a bit and then put it back on.”)

No one knows for sure that one of them is a vampire and the other a ghost. The vampire, or the one they call a vampire at least, roams the school laboratories. They say she used to be in a Sports CCA. They say she’s helpful when trying to research and perform experiments in the labs. They say the lab techs know about her, and pay her in animal blood, the same animal blood they use to demonstrate how Luminol works during the CSI semesters.)

The students in the Biology and Chemistry Research programmes know her well. She’s the one you go to when your experiments don’t seem to be going well, or when you’re frustrated. They say her name is Seph.

(“It’s okay. It’s going to be okay. Let me take a look at your methodology, okay? You’re going to be okay.” She strokes the student’s hair, leaning over to read the screen, having carefully cleared up the broken glass and disposed it. The sniffling continues, as she scrolls down. She hums a little, as her eyes scan over the numbers and steps.

“Hey, I found the problem. Your concentration is too low, so all you need to do is raise the concentration. And I notice you’ve been using the mortar to grind it? There’s a blender in the back.”

The sniffles stop. Seph smiles, and continues hugging the student.)

There are so many stories told about her, all apocryphal. She once dyed her hair bright blue, and then ran out the school before the discipline mistress could catch her. She once went to Hell for a wedding. She knows two shapeshifters. No one has ever managed to verify any of them. As far as anyone knows, she’s a legend. Every time anyone with authority has come to get her to go away, she disappears, and then reappears a week later, smiling brightly and comes back to help. The entire science department gets upset when she leaves, but she always comes back.

If the discipline mistress ever tried to get rid of her for good, and succeeded, they would riot.

On the other hand, there’s the ghost.

The ghost is quiet and a steady presence in the Art Room. She doesn’t actively interfere, not the way the vampire does.

(The Art Club kids know that she’s around because during camps, when they go to the Art Room late at night, she sits in the Art Room and paints. Sometimes, the vampire is with her. They know that if you’re lonely and sad, or really just need someone talk to, you can just go to the washing up area of the Art Room and she’ll listen and messages of support and love will scrawl themselves on the mirrors. And sometimes, if you ask her for her opinion on a piece, you might get useful feedback too.)

The ghost is far less intrusive than the vampire is, though no less important. The Art students talk about the tiny post-its with little hearts, dotted all over their things when they come back to continue at unreasonable times in the morning during the holidays. The Art Programme students will tell you about coming back after sitting in the toilet screaming in frustration to have ideas for their projects written in pencil on the table next to their computers.

(“What’s your name?” A student asks, watching the marker float. The marker hesitates as it touches the mirror. “I mean, I don’t need to know but I want to? If you’re comfortable with it.

Hazel. The marker writes.

At the end of the school year, the student will leave a love letter addressed to Hazel, thanking her and promising to come back. When the student comes back the next day, the letter is gone but in a familiar, thin, curling writing on the whiteboard. I’ll miss you too. I love you.)

No one ever says what the ghost looks like. Most just assume she looks like any other student. She appears slightly transparent, according to the few who did actually see her when wandering late at nights. She’s often seen with the vampire, talking quietly. Her voice sounds nice apparently, though no one can say it.

It’s enough to know that she’s there. Those who’ve received her kindnesses often say that it’s like having a platonic secret admirer. Their aircon is always at the perfect temperature, their coffee never runs out during marking season, and the biscuit jar never empties.

(Of course, on the other hand, if you’re a bad teacher and you, heaven forbid, mistreat your students, your life will suddenly take a very dark turn. It’s all minor inconveniences that add up: pens going missing, your entire chair suddenly having a hole in it, your cup keeps tipping over. Until one day you decide to leave, just to get away from it all.)

The students who stay late in school to study, and on camps, say they see the two together late at night. They’re not always in the canteen. They roam the school, talking to each other, leaning towards each other, hugging and occasionally kissing. They’re at the labs and the Art Room and the koi pond, and they smile at each other like they are the moon and the other is the sun.

The vampire runs her hands through the ghost’s hair as the ghost lies across her lap, gesturing. The ghost is seen painting flowers on the vampire’s arm in Lab 7.

Everyone knows the two immortals who haunt the school grounds.

The vampire and ghost who love and are loved.

#a match made in hell #hellverse #this is actually like #post-hellverse #but #seph #hazel #syl's writing #they're both adorable fight me on that #queers in love #writeblr #writing #fantasy #urban fantasy

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dumbgopher1 · 5 years

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Rain Part 1

Possible Tom Hiddleston x OFC

Charectures: Ember Rain (OFC), Verious OC’s,Taika Waititi, Tom Hiddleston, Robert Downey Jr, Tilda Swinton, Maybe Graham Mctavish, plus possible other people in the future its not all written yet.

Warnings: Slight violence, mentions of abuse, Alcoholism, obsession with sweet deserts.

Rain, most people find it to be an unhappy uncomfortable thing. Which has the ability to ruin days and puts a damper on plans. For Ember however Rain wasn't anything significant in anyway, changing only the type of jacket and shoes she wore. It often fascinated people how little she complained about the weather. One past coworker at a Starbucks, reported the only time they had heard a complaint about the weather was at the height of summer in the hottest weather of the year, “it really is hot today” while fanning herself, “maybe we should turn up the AirCon”. A completely self sufficient handles everything herself kind of person.

Not that Ember worked at Starbucks anymore, having gone on to better things, a local coffee shop, in London. She had moved from the States for school. And stayed because she loved it. In her school days, she wanted to be a famous film director. To make movies like Peter Jackson or JJ abrams or the Russo brothers, however after the Success of her first book, “The plebeian society” she decided to focus on her writing. Publishing several more books, before a Taika Waititi, approached her about turning “The plebeian society” into a Film.

When Ember got the call it was what most people would consider to be a grey, dreary and depressing day, rain pouring from the sky and down the streets of London. But after that call she could be seen dancing in the rain, drenched to the bone a Cheshire grin plastered across her face.

Meetings began the next week.

Taika POV

As Taika sat in the conference room, his assistant, a potential producer Miss Rain’s Publisher and agent all sat waiting for Ember to arrive. The publisher was drumming her fingers clearly unhappy with Ember’s lateness, as was the producer. Ember’s Agent was a little frantic periodically making excuses and typing furiously on his phone trying to contact the elusive writer.

Suddenly they heard a door slam, then running footsteps, before a person in a knee length brown coat slid past the door. Then they heard someone slam into a wall.

“ow! Who put that there?!” The whole room scrambled to their feet to peak out the door. That was when Taika got his first good look at the young writer. Sopping wet hair haphazardly cut brushed the shoulders of an equity wet long suit jacket, which was splayed out behind the young woman who was rubbing her forehead. Long black skinny jean clad legs out in front of her ending in a pair of knee high Doc Martins. She noticed them looking down at her and squinted up. “Is this the right room?”

“Glasses Ember” her agent said, in an annoyed tone.

“ Oh” Ember put her finger up and pulled a glasses case from the pocket of her coat pulling out a pair of glasses. Sliding them onto her nose she looked up again. “So that is a Yes on this being the correct room than” she got up “ I am so sorry about being late. I was on time I swear but then there was a funky musician in the tube and I just had to take pictures of him for future reference then the tube was late and then I got lost”. At this long excuse The Publisher just sighed cocked a slight smile and went back to her chair while the agent grabbed Ember’s arm and pulled her to a seat as well.

“I asked one thing of you, be on time, but you can’t even manage that, do you have any idea how bad this looks!” At this point the Agent was almost yelling and the young writer was almost cowering in her seat.

“I’m sorry! I tried I really did”

“Well Obviously not hard enough”. The agent was glowering, the man was going red in the face.

“Well maybe we should look back into getting her a manager” the publisher tried to defuse the Agents anger. Which seemed to have a reverse effect.

“Does she look like she can afford a manager?!” He gestured to her cloths.

“We..”

“No she doesn’t” the agent interrupted the publisher. Taika was getting the feeling something wasn’t quite right as the Agent continued to bare down on the young woman who had arrived just a few 5 minutes late with a perfectly understandable excuse, one Taika could actually see himself using.

“Why don’t we just get on with the meeting now that everyone is here”.

Ember looked up at him with gratitude in her eyes, which was shattered when the agent spoke again.

“Fine but this conversation isn’t over young lady”

Eber hunkered down in her chair like a sulky kitten and let the meeting flow around her.

Two hours later of Taika campaigning for more and more of Ember’s input on his ideas only to be waylaid by the agent he was fed up. The Publisher had been good and obviously supportive of the production. But the agent was the one stonewalling everything.

“Well what do you think of this…”

Ember would start to answer only to be cut off by the agent’s terse “No”

Finally Eber growled at him, “ Let the man do his thing, Joseph! He is just as much an artist as me, let him make artistic changes”

“I will not let this man ruin all our work, I wouldn’t even have allowed this discussion if it had gone through me first” The agent spat out.

“ Our work, Our work?!” Taika could see that the cowering kitten from before was gone this was someone who was going to protect what was her’s, best everyone else get out of her way. “YOu work for me!” She stood to tower over her agent, “And let I remind you that you did not work for me when this book was published, you jumped onto the success train after it got going, so do not think you have any say in the artistic expression of my work” her words were still calm but there was a terrible fury in her eyes. She wasn’t a kitten anymore oh no she was the sound of the ocean crashing on the rocks. So much power behind surreal calm. “ You have been abusing my success for a very long time no More!”

“Ember calm down before you do something you’ll regret later”, the Agent said

“You fired”

The Agent’s face went blank with fury as Ember turned to Taika as if no one sat beside her.

“I have seen some of your work and I trust your interpretation of this story, however I would like to go over any changes to it with you once you have a rough script layer out, so you can explain your reasoning behind it”.

“Sounds good to me”

The meeting wrapped up shortly after, Ember still pretending that her now Ex agent didn’t exist and was talking to her publisher. Her Ex-agent was seething.

Ember finished talking to her publisher and was gathering her notes to leave. Everyone was out of the room when they heard him erupt.

“What the FUCK Ember! After all I have done for you. You were a fucking nobody when I found you. I created your persona for the public I am the person in charge here you can’t fucking fire me!”

“I can fire you Joseph, you work for me, and I am tired of your treatment of me”. Her voice was a calm counterpoint to his furious tone. Taika was lingering behind wanting to make sure everything was okay.

“You little punk”

“This discussion is not going anywhere or going to change anything, You will transfer everything back to me tomorrow”.

There was the sound of something scraping across the floor. Ember made a squeak of surprises. With that Taika started to make his way back over to the room.

“No Fucking way I am letting my cash cow get away from me”

“LLLLE-e-e-ett G-G-ooo” Ember Gasped out. Taika finally made it back to the room to see that Joseph had Ember against the wall holding her by her neck. Taika sipped out his phone and took a picture.

“Put her down”

Joseph stiffened, obviously he had thought the building was now empty, then dropped her.

Ember scuttled around him coughing and hid behind Taika.

“You can’t have knights in shining armor save you every time Ember. I will get back at you some day”.

With that he grabbed his things and stormed out. Taika turned to Ember.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine thanks” she grabbed her things and began to walk out. Taika hurried to walk with her.

“Do you need help finding a new Agent?”

“No I should be fine” but Taika wasn’t convinced. He touched her arm, she flinched, causing him to withdraw his hand as if from a hot surface.

“I’m Sorry”

“I’m fine Taika thank you for your concern but I can handle this. Just contact me when you are ready.” With that she slipped away, down a side street disappearing before he could catch up with her.

#taika waititi #Taika waititi fan fiction #Taika doesnt get enought stuff #Taiki x ofc platonic #OFC #Tom Hiddleston #robert downey jr #graham mctavish #tilda swinton #actors au #writer au #eventual fluff maybe

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purplesurveys · 4 years

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Mosquitoes find you particularly delicious. The rainy season where I live is essentially equivalent to mosquito season, so there is definitely a certain period in a year where they are more than usual; and because I like having just my windows open when I sleep (I find the aircon too cold most of the time), the mosquitoes find their way to my room and so there’d be days I’d wake up filled with new bites. I’m lucky enough to have never had dengue. You cheated on Heads Up 7 Up in elementary school. We don’t play that here. We do have a game called 7 Up and it *may* be a variation of that, but 7 Up involves running and chasing haha. You had a favorite Spice Girl. I’m definitely not old enough to have reached Spice Girls’ peak, and out of all of them I only know Victoria Beckham. You remember watching the first episode of SpongeBob when it came out. I was only a year old when Spongebob first came out, so I didn’t watch it by then. I do know what episode you’re talking about, though – Spongebob was pretty much all I ever watched as a kid. You like to draw. I was never any good at drawing, so I hate every bit of it.

You wish you had a car. Sort of? I have my own car bought by my parents, but I am aiming to get my own car when I could afford it. My dream car is the Mini Cooper Clubman. You used to want to be a model. I’m embarrassed by it now, but it was a legitimate dream of mine before, so much so that I let my dad know of my intention (then) of becoming a runway model. Idk, I had a past friend who was into VS models and reblogged them all the time, so her interest rubbed off on me and I wanted to be like them as well. I cringe every time I remember, lmao. You wanted to be on the show All That. I wanted to be on all the Nickelodeon shows that had the same theme as All That. You enjoy public speaking. I’m good at it and can enjoy it on a good day, but sometimes I’ll get anxious. You have witnessed something supernatural. Nope. I’ve had friends tell me their stories and I believe them, but I can’t say the same for myself. You believe in the supernatural. Just ghosts. I don’t believe in folk creatures, like the ones we have in our native culture. You aren't heterosexual. My survey answers in the last six or so years have made this very blatant. You think the whole transgender thing is stupid. That’s twisted and sad and pitiful. You own a dreamcatcher. Two – one mini dreamcatcher and another giant one. I’ve had an attachment to them since seeing New Moon of the Twilight Saga – there’s a part where Jacob gives Bella her own dreamcatcher at a time when she got depressed and was having nightmares every night, and I know there had been many times when I was like Bella, so I wanted one for myself as well. You'd want a boho wedding. So not my style. My wedding’s going to be minimalist and at most, pastel-themed. You think pink is the best color for cars. Not for me, no. Simple is better; I like my cars white. You've been called a free spirit. Nope, and rightfully so. I wouldn’t call myself a free spirit either. I like trying out new things, but I also like having security blankets and safety nets around. You're the same height as your mom. Yeah pretty much. She’s just a tiny bit taller. You grew up watching Nickelodean. I grew up watching Nickelodeon*, but this works too. My cousins and I just flipped among three channels – Nickelodeon, Disney Channel, and Cartoon Network.

You have a sibling who looks like you. Nah we all have our own distinct looks. There are angles and expressions wherein we look more similar, but generally it’s easy to tell us apart. You like to write in a journal. This account is pretty much like my journal, and I love using this blog for my thoughts and ramblings. You're tired. It’s Friday, it’s the end of the week, and I’m so, so, SO tired. And of course I’m celebrating by drinking two cups of coffee and staying up as late as I want, lol. You felt sick today. The last time this happened was late last year. I felt feverish while I was out for dinner with Gab, but the weird thing about it was that I felt better and as if nothing happened literally a half hour later. You're very creative. That is the LAST word I would use to describe myself. You can be disorganized. I’m organized about a lot of things, but I’m also disorganized about a lot of things. I could never maintain my closet no matter how much I put an effort to fold everything neatly and start from square one. You have a fever right now. Nope.

You've enjoyed babysitting. We never explicitly used this term but I was always the go-to elder kid to look out for my baby cousins, especially when we still lived under the same roof as an extended family, and I loved every bit of it. I was okay with being the motherly figure while everyone else played games or with toys. You want to go to New York City to visit. Yeah. I like bustling cities, so I feel like NYC would be right up my alley. I don’t care much for Times Square though and I would probably spend most of my time going to their museums. You love tea. I’m not obsessed with it; I can take it or leave it. And I don’t like the teas that come with a teabag; I drink either the traditional Chinese tea or just sweet, unhealthy iced tea altogether. You don't play an instrument. Yeah and I get sad about this like two times a day lmao. I wish I could play just a tiny bit of piano and/or violin. You used to want Taylor Swift's hair. I never actively wanted to be anything like her. You enjoyed High School Musical. Of course. I was THERE when it came out, and I stayed for every bit of the first film, High School Musical 2, and High School Musical 3. I was right smack in the middle of the HSM frenzy and it’s one of the more cherishable moments of my childhood haha. Everybody knew the songs, the steps to We’re All In This Together, and had HSM shirts, bags, pencil cases, and notebooks. You watched The Rugrats Movie in the theater. I barely remember that it had a movie, and I don’t think I ever saw it. Definitely not in the cinemas. You've performed on stage in a musical. I’ve performed on stage (as part of a big group) for annual school productions, but I think they were all plays. Hated every second of it. You've had the lead role in a musical. Certainly not. You've had cramps so bad you threw up. No, but close. A few weeks ago I had a headache SO bad I actually had to run to the toilet only to dry heave. It’s never happened to me before so I got scared and I just slept it off to see what happened the next day. You've never had Nutella. 2010 Tumblr pressured everybody to get Nutella because it was all the rage at the time and all the cool kids were having it, so I also did at some point. You have a favorite blanket. The one Gabie gave me two Christmases ago is my favorite. You own family heirlooms. I’m sure we have some but they haven’t been passed on to me yet.

You have carved and painted pumpkins before. No, pumpkins aren’t really a thing here. As far as I know, coloring/painting on Easter eggs is a more common activity. You have colored Easter eggs. Yes, I used to do this with my (second) cousins when they were younger.

You've walked through a haunted house. I always say I’m into horror stuff, but tbh I think horror movies are the furthest I can go HAHAHA. I’ve never been in a haunted house whether day or night, and I think the only time you’d get me to do it is if I got paid for it. You've dressed up on Halloween. Plenty times. I was Dora the Explorer last year :D :D You've tried to kill yourself. You've had a false rumor spread about you. In Grade 6 I had a rumor come back to me saying I was bi and was seeing my friend Andi (who, to be fair, I had a crush on at the time but I didn’t realize it yet). I just found it cool at all that I had a rumor about me considering I wasn’t a popular kid and had literally 2 friends, so I didn’t let it bother me haaaaah. You've been kicked out of a store (whether for a good or bad reason.) It was at a McDonald’s lmao. My friends were playing a card game and were yelling every five seconds; I knew people were going to get pissed so I distanced myself as much as possible even though I was at the same table jkfghdgh. Eventually an old man had had enough and asked us to leave, which I was GLAD to do. You have a favorite stove burner that you always use. I don’t have a favorite...the one I use often just happens to be my regular one. You enjoy eating at fast food restaurants. I find them dirty and nasty so I only eat there if I absolutely have to, but I do like getting takeout and enjoy fast food in general. You like arrows and feathers and peace signs. Ugh cringe, this SCREAMS 2010 Tumblr hahahahaha. I mean I liked all of these at some point, but not now. You want to wear a flower crown for your wedding. Hell no. It was cute for a while, but not anymore. You have signed someone else's yearbook. We don’t do that here. We pay tons of money for our yearbooks that it’s practically destroying them if we ever wrote on them lmao. You were shy in high school. For the first half, I was shy and pretty unpopular. By the latter part of high school I managed to gain friends and end up in the ~popular~ circle, but I was still shy compared to my peers. I didn’t take up a lot of extracurriculars (which is what the popu kids tended to do) but I managed to stay within the circle until the end of it. You're shy when first getting to know someone. Of course, as most would be I would imagine. I can warm up fast, though. You've gotten all A's in a class before. In high school, this was me with English and history. In college, this would be me with my history electives.

You had a favorite class and a favorite teacher in high school. Sure! Our biology teacher in sophomore year was evvvvverybody’s crush. She was so pretty and kind and smart; when we went to a beach for our field trip, I tried getting stung by a jellyfish just so she’d treat the bite on my leg cos she was one out of two faculty members who knew how to treat stings HAHAHAH. I didn’t get the highest marks in her class, but I enjoyed nonetheless. You were a teacher's favorite. BY NO MEANS. Gabie was, though. We were total polar opposites when it came to how we acted in class. You've won a costume contest. I...don’t think I ever did, but my mom did go all out when it came to coming up with our costumes as kids. You have a favorite Disney princess. It used to be Ariel, then I found her annoying. My present favorite is Rapunzel. You get carsick. Only if I excessively do something while in a moving vehicle, like text or read. You've flown first class. Never have. You hate inequality and wish life were more fair. Don’t we all? You've had a bad neighbor. They weren’t bad per se. Just a bit chaotic and the kids (a little older than I was at the time) clearly had behavioral issues. I was so relieved when they moved out. You've done a cannonball. I don’t think so. You have fallen and hit your head. Nope, and that sounds like the literal worst thing. You like sunflowers. Sure! It’s a popular UP symbol – every year, a few weeks before the university-wide graduation, they’d plant huuundreds of sunflowers to line up the entire road leading to my school :) We usually refer to sunflowers as a sign of encouragement to keep on keeping on, so that one day the sunflowers will bloom for us as well. You like the name Skylar. It’s alright. I like it because it’s the name of the badass mom in Breaking Bad, but otherwise it’s nothing too special for me. You've had a friend named Sarah. I have acquaintances with the name Sarah but they’re not my friends. You have an Aunt Robin. Nope. I would end up being the Aunt Robyn in a few years, hahahaha. You have an Uncle Rick. I’ve never heard of an Uncle/Tito Rick, but with how big Filipino families are I wouldn’t be surprised if I turned out to have one. You have a cousin Annabelle. No, but close. I have an Auntie Bel whose whole name is Amabel. You think flying a kite is boring. I never had fun doing it, or whenever we had to do it as a school activity. You were born in the year of the Dragon. Tiger, yo. You like your Chinese zodiac sign better than your American one. I don’t care for either. Your laptop has shut off because it got too hot. It’s never done this before, thank goodness. I try not to overwork it either. You've accidentally caught something on fire. Nope, I don’t think this has happened to me before. You make your bed every day. Aside from my mom requires me to, a neat bed makes the entire room feel much cleaner so I do it anyway. You wear a digital watch. I have a bad record of losing watches, so I never like wearing them. You have a favorite park. We don’t have a lot of parks here to even pick favorites from to begin with, which is a shame. You've hiked a mountain. I want to sooooo bad. It’s just never happened before/yet. You want to hike a mountain again. ^ You've been a slave. What the fuck. You feel like you've had your free will stolen from you. My parents were quite strict before but it never felt this bad. You speak in tongues. If you mean I can speak more than one language, then sure. You enjoy medieval festivals. Never been interested in anything medieval. Your favorite fair ride is the pirate ship. I don’t ride rides. Cotton candy isn't that good. It’s a cute concept but I wouldn’t always pay for it. Men look good in pink. Men – and anybody – would look good in any color so long as they’re comfortable with it lol. You went to youth group. Hell no. I’m glad my mom never forced me either. You were baptized in a lake. No. Just in a church. You were on Color Guard. I have no idea what this means. You went to your senior prom. We had a junior prom that I went to, and that was it for my school; but I was also asked to go to a senior ball of another school. Your first kiss was just an experiment. No, it was a legit kiss. You dated a guy you didn't like. Almost did, though. You have fallen asleep in class. Never. I never want this to happen, either. You have won an award. A few times. You type fast. Yeah, you get used to it through the years. You have a lot of dreams for your future. I still want to do a lot, yes. You've gone camping in the woods. Never, but it’d be a cool experience. I wouldn’t want to be alone though. You love to sleep under the stars. I don’t get to do this but it sounds like a lovely time. You've gone camping in the fall. I haven’t gone camping at allllllll. You own a pair of slipper socks. That sounds way too hot for where I live lmao.

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