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shesawriter39049 · 3 years

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Pairing: Namjoon X Reader

About- Namjoon just has a kink for letting you do whatever the hell you want with him...Whether that be putting him in a hot pink suit shirtless! Or, telling him he’s a good boy as he fucks you into oblivion!

OR- Namjoon and yourself hooked up 5 months ago when the boys were in London on Tour, and you were the creative director for there British GQ & Harper’s Bazzar Cover! Now, months later he’s prepping to release his second mixtape “RM vs Rap Monster”. Opting to go a complete 360 from his first release Mono in all realms. So, with that being said BigHit thinks he needs someone with a little more... “umph” Take a wild guess as to who they call...

WC:1.2k (Sneak peek)

WARNINGS: Switch OC (Top & Bottom...but there's no real dom/sub tones here) Service top/power bottom Namjoon, praise kink, Fingering, Unprotected sex(Back shot), come play, dirty talk, light choking, light overstimulation, (This is lowkey a little softer than it sounds) The OC kinda leads this, but Joon isin’t the cliché “sub” he just likes letting her take control.

NOTE- Just my take on the OG cliché Artist X Stylist AU (Though she’s more of a full package, Art Director/Stylist/Photographer ETC) I have tried to add some minor elements to make it a little more realistic. I will say I typically stray from “Idol-verse” just because if we’re being real, the cultural difference alone sometimes stunts my creativity...BUT I just had a little fun with this one...so I hope you all enjoy it. Also, I don’t go into much physical details but in my mind regardless of race, aesthetic wise the OC is a huge contrast to what he’s use to which is part of her appeal. I picture a tatted Barbie of some sorts...

SIDE NOTE: No shade, but shade, I was lowkey inspired to write this bc I have very strong opinions about the creative team at BH....

*** Let me know if you guys want the full thing or not...I kidna flaked on posting because it is such a cliché lol

SONG- FEVER DUA LIPA FT ANGELE

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“Well, it’s a yes for me” Eyeing him in this Hot pink-fitted Burliti suit, which you paired with a very sheer black Arnar Mar turtle neck. The minute you saw the piece on the runway you’d been dying to get it on someone with melanated skin, and it just so happens, the boys are fresh off the US leg of their stadium tour! So, lucky for you, baby boy’s been in the sun a lot, and Namjoon’s currently a sinful shade of brown and you're totally here for it…

Then to top it off, the mesh material of the turtle neck creates the perfect silhouette around his offensively toned chest, outlining the muscles sinfully. Eternally snorting at the way the fans are gonna thank and curse you out all at the same damn time once they see the looks you’ve pulled for this man!

And yes, you had your crew bring extended shades of foundation and concealer, because his face and neck will match if your name is going to be attached to these damn photos!

Head tilted to the side as you silently observe the way he rakes over his reflection in the mirror, it’s a sixth sense you’ve acquired as a stylist at this point. Half of your job is essentially being a hype man/self love coach, real shit, a lot of these artist aren't always as...confident as one may think!

And just like clockwork Namjoon runs his palm down his thighs, smoothing out nonexistent wrinkles on his pants for the umpteenth time in the span of oh I don’t know 30 seconds? Which in turn prompts you to say….

“You look good Joonie...” Musing over your second glass of Don, the compliment was genuine, tone warm, soothing even, not a hint flirtation insight because that wasn’t your motive. You weren’t trying to get him flustered you’re just trying to gas him up a little, you wanted to see Namjoon get alittle cocky and feel himself!

Ears perking up like an overgrown puppy, head whipping in your direction “Yeah?” The way this man’s eyes just lit up like the soul skyline. I just-goddamn, an almost bashful smile toys on those plush lips of his, and you can’t help the way your chest flutters with nothing but fondness.

“So fuckin cute” Flutters off your lips, as you hide a smile of your own behind a half empty whine glass. The delivery was so faint it almost go lost in the background music floating through the air. However the slight flush hitting his cheeks let you know Namjoon heard you whether he wanted to admit it or not!

”Mmmhmm, the color looks fuckin insane against your skin, not to mention, the way everything's going to pop once we tone your hair a little! “ Eyes drinking him in from head to toe, though there was nothing suggestive playing within your iris. Very much aware of time and place and right now your genuinely looking respectfully! Seeing if any alterations are needed, making sure you like where everything sits along his frame. Making notes in your phone of places you want to pin and adjust later...snapping a couple shots here and there.

Licking his lips anxiously as he plays with the lapels on the blazer “But like-I mean-I- dont’-It doesn’t look like I’m... trying too hard or anything?” Brows furrowed in the center of his face, jaw tight, wincing slightly at his own words, almost as if he was afraid of your response. The vulnerability within his delivery was more than evident, and no matter how common this is with artist, it’s still just as devastating! Regardless of how much he tried to play it off as if he was just making casual conversation, you can see how blatantly uncomfortable he is . Gazing back at you wide eyed, and uncannily exposed, pointing at the outfit in question. Licking his lips anxiously as he plays with the the blazer, switching posses subtlety trying to get a better feel for the suit.

You stayed silent for a minute, taking the time to actually process before speaking which is rare, not gonna lie. Gaze piercing as you hop off the bed, wine, and accessories in hand, swaying closer. “It’s fashion”. The baited pause almost implied that’s all you had to say, as if one-word was self-sufficient, and in your mind it was...but you knew better than to just leave it at that.

“Art at its finest Mr. Kim” You smile something a little devious, and he flushes even deeper as you slowly start to invade his space eyes locked with him meaningfully. You can physically see the shift, the closer you get, Namjoon starts fidgeting slightly under your gaze but he doesn't back down.

“It gives you room to play, create...it’s something that let’s us connect to people without saying a damn thing.” Suddenly the hand that wasn’t holding your alcohol has become a prop, flailing around haphazardly as you spoke, pointing at the various pieces hanging on clothes racks in your suite! The penthouse has essentially been transformed into your own personal walk in closet for the next 5 or so days! “It’s a statement. A opportunity to tap into a side of yourself that maybe you can’t always verbally articulate to the world around you! More importantly, it’s supposed to be fun, it’s literally something that can be removed within seconds! I mean we all have to wear clothes so why not just enjoy it?” Head cocked to the side as you appraise him, brow quirked, eyes warm, yet there's a clear challenge playing within your gaze.

Namjoon’s watching you intently, almost as if he’s taking mental notes as you speak...the heaviness within those dangerously honed eyes of his could almost be unsettling to some, but you quite like it. Made you feel as though he actually gives a flying fuck about what you’re saying.

“In my opinion the only time it looks like someone’s “Trying too hard” Making little air bunnies with your spare hand “Is if they look uncomfortable in what they’re wearing, confidence is key, and I know you know that better than anyone RM!” You muse batting your lashes in Namjoon’s direction, and he dimples back at you, eyes sinking into tiny crescents, face rivaling the color of his suit, trying to hide said smile behind his own glass of champagne.

“I could put you in a damn clown suit...” Words trailing off your tongue lackadaisically as you grow distracted searching the bar for a specific chain from John Hardy. “Which” Focus snapping back in his direction making the later splutter a little “Would be fire as fuck if I did by the way, but-” Namjoon ended up cackling midsentence, almost choking on his drink in the process, fist pounding against his sternum.

Yeah..killing the leader of Bangtan wasn’t really high on your list tonight....

“Ayee, none of that shit...” Smacking him in the back a little more so just to be an ass because he wasn’t even choking anymore “Don’t die on me until we at least get this damn photoshoot done, I had to cancel my trip to Jamaica for this shit!”

Now he’s damn near choking and his laugh was contagious, it’s just.. loud, carefree so yes, your cackling, and there's nothing cute about it. But you honestly don’t care, you let yourself get lost in it! Finally able to feel the atmosphere in the room start to shift to something a little less scripted and a little more organic...

Throwing his hands in the air as If he’s waving a nonexistent white flag “I’m sorry, noona” There’s a pout playing in his lips, not exactly aegyo per say, but it’s fuckin adorable “Blame PD-nim, it’s his fault we had to do this so last minute” Wheezes from his throat, in the form of a slight whine, almost rivaling Jimin if I’m honest.

You already know he was laughing more so due to your delivery, specifically, your casual use of profanity over anything else. This is actually something you use to be self-conscious about, especially at your first shoot with the boys, at the shoot for GQ . Well aware it wasn’t as common in Asia for people especially women to use “fuck” like a comma. So you were hoping they wouldn’t be offended, or uncomfortable by your dialect, and, thankfully they didn’t seem to mind. Much like Joonie over here, they found it entertaining over anything.

“Yeah, a huh, sureee...” Eyes rolling to the back of your head playfully as you start lightly altering the suit in question with clips and pens. “Stay still babe” The pet name slipped off your tongue effortlessly, honestly, that's what you call most people in your life. However you were far too focused to notice how wide eyed and flustered the man before you became upon hearing it directed at him so casually.

A faint little “Sorry” muses off his lips as he gnaws on his inner cheek, trying to stay still as you ghetto-rig hems into place until you can get this under your sewing needle.

“ No, but real shit…” You sigh, taking on a slightly more serious tone “If you step in front of that camera like you own the bitch, regardless of what your wearing..., then they can’t tell you shit! If your comfortable there’s no such thing as trying too hard” You shrug nonchalantly like that was the simplest concept known to man, downing the rest of your drink “Alright, that’s all, thanks for coming to my Ted talk” Waving him off as if you’re about to leave the room and he pouted playfully, jokingly begging you not to leave him yet...it felt good to be able to banter like this. The shift continuous shift within the atmosphere was more than welcomed…

Hesitantly you watch his eyes find their way back to the full length mirror, which promptly smacks you back to reality!

Unfortunately you didn't fly all the way to Seoul just to drink, and shoot shit with Namjoon for hours on end, your actually here to work…

Sooo...

“Alright” Placing your arms on his shoulders, giving him a reassuring squeeze as you peer over his shoulder. Meeting his gaze through the glass, chin resting gently against the blade. “Back to the reason you came Mr. “I’m sooo anxiously” Shooting him a teasing little smirk in the process “The suit, yay or nay”

So, here’s the thing technically the official fitting is tomorrow, and as far as his team knows he’s in the studio with Yoongi and Hoseok finishing up a song!

Which of course raises the question as to why he’s here..alone..mind you..no staff or security in site.

Just Kim Namjoon and yourself.....

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Heyyyy, Lemme know if you guys want this or not, it will leave kinda open ended because it was supposed to kinda be a 3 part mini series initially. Part 1 ends the morning of the shoot, the full thing is set to be around 6/7k! Spoiler, the company is going to want to keep her around for more than just Namjoon’s solo project....

Also, YES...I did see that they actually put Tae in that Burliti suit (I wrote this long before that shoot was released)...I actually hated the way it was styled it though...I never thought I’d say this but MGK’s team did a better job than BH....

#Namjoon x reader #namjoon smut #namjoon x you #kim namjoon #kim namjoon x reader #kim namjoon smut #bts #bts smut #bts au #kpop #kpop smut #kim namjoon x you

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papers4me · 3 years

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Fruits Basket, Se03, ep10 (part 1)

“ What to do? & how to do it? the answer & the method are so simple, so simple but difficult as hell. it was hard for me to get them, & that’s exactly why I treasure them/ makes them valuable”. kyo~ This is my favorite quote in all anime.

How many times a domestic abuse victim was told just leave this abusive partner? report them? easy. just make a call. Report your abusive parents? tell someone. easy. Just speak up. It is true. It is easy but difficult as hell. To believe it is your right to fight. No, to believe you deserve to fight. to Live. This abuse is not a punishment you must endure. Hope is not dead. How simple yet so difficult to do that. ugh! my heart!

- Seeing Death vs Facing Death: ( The abuser who was stopped):

Abuse is a form of slow death. An actual intentional murder of an innocent soul. Abusers suck the life out of their victims & kyo’s biological dad is the poster monster for that. His appearance:

thin deathly demeanor, lack of nourishment, excessive drinking, lack of desire get out of the abyss, wide eyes, tiny pupils, manic laughter. shaky body movement. pathetic outlook at things.

heavy breathing, lack of logic & distorted facts, blurry speech, bizarre mentality, toxic behavior, tendency to hurt, injure, both physically & verbally.

inability to grasp reality, desire for inflecting pain on others, finding joy in that as it justifies his entire toxic mentality.

Fear of being hurt like he hurt others & being paranoid since he KNOWS he should receive punishment.

Kyo stood watching this man spit, rage, shake, scream. The man from his past, the authoritative figure in his early tender years, the person who must always be right: a parent. Facing his dad, Kyo’s entire gradual change was fantastic:

Kyo went from feeling utter fear from this man, hatred towards him, grief at the loss of a father & a mother, to force himself to stand his ground & not leave” easy but difficult as hell“ , to talk ” easy but difficult as hell“ , to announce that isnt gonna die ” easy but difficult as hell“ to say I’m loved & I want to to be with someone ” easy but difficult as hell”

to then realize the source of his mom’s misery isnt him after all, but this jerk! & not crumble at this realization ” easy but difficult as hell“ to grief over his mom’s tragic life & still announce again that he’s anit throwing his life away ” easy but difficult as hell“ to still look at his dad with pity rather than immense hate & anger ” easy but difficult as hell“ to remove his hand & leave him behind in the past while he moves forward ” easy but difficult as hell“ to say “ i’ll come visit again, cuz I anit afraid of you anymore, I’m not running, but I’ll try to extend a hand if you wanna do the same one day. It is your choice to be the abuser who must be stopped or the one who is atoned! you can choose, dad! We heard his choice as kyo was leaving, didn’t we? locking himself in an eternal cage that he made for himself. After all, he is the monster in his own story by his own choice.

-Seeing death (1): Kyo watching his mom’s suicide is a traumatic experience especially considering she chose such a graphic way to exist this world. Kyo once said to tohru “ mom went flying”, he now said“ mom threw her life away” very graphic ways to explain her death both literally & figuratively. This alone coupled with his father accusing him, resulted in a 4 year old screaming” I’mma yuki & kill myself, this would make you happy, dad”. This explains kyo’s 2 meetings with yuki as kids“ I hate you” at the sohma estate, the 2nd meeting “ I hate you” at the street. Mimicking the toxic behavior of the dad. Why didn’t kyo mimic kazuma? cuz trauma doesn't work like that. Kids can live safely for time then one traumatic experience shatter their self-worth into an endless cycle of self-hurt, low self worth & anger issues or withdrawal. The writing that set kyo/yuki against each other is perfect.

-Seeing death (2): Kyo watching kyoko’s death hammers all the insecurities of child kyo deep down into teenage kyo. Kyoko too, went flying, blood everywhere. too much pain happening again, crashing hope & killing his fighting spirit over & over. Be with tohru? why? to kill her, too?

-Seeing death (3): Kyo watching tohru’s injured body. Yup. You caused this. not by pushing her or failing to catch her. No. but by hurting her with harsh words. by forcing her away from you.

-Facing death (1): Kyo facing his dad, the symbol of deadly-abuse. To stand & announce to live is huge. -Facing death (2): refuse death: being caged till death, -Facing death (3): To say, I wanna be loved & love someone, life is not just being outside, heck! kyo was outside for 17 years! life is abt being with those who give it meaning! -Facing death (4): To not demand others to die as a punishment. Walking away from his dad without igniting the cycle of revenge & hate. ahhhhhhhhhh~~~ Chef’s kiss!

-Seeing eye to eye: ( I don’t need to be you, but I appreciate you):

Kyo & yuki toxic relationship has been ongoing since their birth. The moment kyo’s dad was dismayed that he got the cat of all zodiac & the moment yuki’s mom was delighted she got the rat of all zodiacs. From that moment it became: look how lucky the rat parents? You shamed me? Look how pitiful that cat? eww! stay away from his filth. The explosive nature of kyo’s tragic fate tainted him with the blood of his mom & the daggers of his father’s hateful words, while the nature of yuki’s sheltered & locked fate tainted him with fear & isolation. They meet & both carry out the feelings of rejection & hate all while envying the other. The toxic nature of their relationship consist of fights & condensing words. Tohru connected both. Through her, they became civil. Even talking abt perverted shigure. Now that she is hurt, they are lost without her. Their lives are empty.

Yuki’s “ kyo has his own pain & reasons” (to not see tohru) is my fave line! even better than all the epic lines after they confess their feelings. cuz this like happened before they connect. it shows that, I see his pain, I get he has his reasons. But whatever issues he have shouldn’t hurt tohru. this is when yuki interferes in kyo’s choices. For tohru. This is also when kyo really allows him to. For tohru. Had tohru nor be part of the fight, kyo wouldn’t even engage in it & yuki wouldn’t initiate it.

-“I wanted to be you!” : Kyo said it first. I loved this so much! Cuz kyo said I hate you first! it is so fulfilling that the truth is now out. From kyo first. Cuz really... that hate was all toxic inheritance from a toxic father & a toxic system.

- “Why do you have to say it firs!” Yuki was mad, cuz he was struggling with it for the longest time. to be kyo. He even mused on how kyo interacted with ppl in school, got himself his own mini kyo. lol. studied how kyo filled tohru’s world just by existing. yuki can't do that for tohru. he looked for someone whom he could do that for! yuki/machi scene at her house paralleled kyo/tohru scene at her room when she was sick (se01, e023) & when they eating the somen together (se02, e02), yuki/machi chalk scene paralleled kyo/tohru scene at the beach where he coaxed tohru to tell her mom’s story (se02, e07). Yuki really was having a hard time finding his true self & accepting it without needing to learn from kyo. It is hard to say “ i admired you” after being rejected by you! so kyo saying it first helped yuki say his after. Also, both boys were hella shocked they admire each other. Like both were deeply shocked! stupid boys! XD

Side Notes:

Kyo’s confrontation with his dad is furuba’s most powerful scene & most well-written one! From the fear of facing him, to talking to him with low voice, to physically stopping him, to the exposed last piece of locked memory abt the mother, to the freedom gained by walking forward! Heck, even how it was weaved psychologically to perfectly mimic children’s self-defense mechanisms & children copying their parents theme. The realistic depiction of abusers both in their most powerfully menacing moment & in their weakest cowardly moment. Top-tier writing! Hands down my fave furuba scene! Can’t ask for better! Can’t even imagine better! genius- writing Takaya-san!

The boys had a necessary fight & confrontation & the yuki’s entire speech was valid & perfect speech. However, as usual, I’m not a fan of how violence is depicted in furuba. I was actually “warned/ ordered” by an anon to not “ sh*t” on the boys fight scene. I don’t know why someone who’d read my reviews would think i’d have anything but love for both boys. I criticize the writing not the characters. Also, furuba fans have always been good to me, I state my opinion frankly & they talk to me! “ talk!”. You don’t have to throw virtual fists over different perspectives on fiction. Talking kindly does magic, also having different opinions is natural & normal for humans.

I love yuki so much, he’s one of my top faves in furuba & I get why the boys would quarrel & throw fists. I get the history between them, the current state of mind, their emotions & mentality & I get it’s fiction & drama that needs its “ OMG” moment. However, I cringe when I see violence used as a bonding moment in fiction in general. That’s just me. I wish the fight was done in a more artistic style without showing that scene where yuki corned kyo & punched him in full view of the screen. (again not hating on yuki nor the fact that they needed to fight). I’m jus saying I didn't need to see a one-sided beat up from a character I love to another one I love. That’s just me again~ feel free to enjoy this moment to its fullest. It’s fiction & I’m not judging anyone at all, nor hating anyone from real life or fiction <3<3<3.

Yuki’s last piece of character development is in my part 2 review! Along with machi. Also, yuki’s Japanese VA was awesome!!

Also, let yuki have deep various facial expressions!!!! ugh! In the fight scene they did yuki so dirty with his hair covering his eyes all the time! then followed by low quality shots of him breathing! Why?! The voice acting sold the entire excellent emotional rage more than the animation! Yuki can look pretty even when mad, heck! screw looking pretty! just give him deep facial expressions to mach his feelings! boy was hella mad like he never was his entire life! always forced to wear a mask or be diplomatic! now he’s screaming his lungs out, you hide his face??? really?? Sigh~ the anime always do this wit yuki, replace facial expressions with hair on eyes or having his eyes without light. I wanna see them expressive eyebrows so bad!!!

Another powerful VA performance was both kyo’s dad VAs! both the Japanese (with his excessive breathing) & the English VA (with his range). They sold the mad abusive character! they gave me chills!

Also, I sound like a broken record, but kyo’s both VAs did phenomenon in the dad’s scene & tohru’s scene. Honestly, I only watch the dub to hear Jerry! I learned his name & would watch the dub for him!

Akito, Arisa, Kureno in part 2 of my review as well.

Shigure/yuki returning home scene is call back to ep1. Ok, everybody loves a call back scene & the full circle thingy. but C’mon! you dont have to copy everything! the walk, the scenery, its purpose, dialogue & all! The anime really took advantage of kyo being missing. XD

Tohru’s dress/top color matches the color of kyo’s old hat (The hat). symbolic of him finding her? As if he did find her when they were children? cool. I love this detail. But i do NOT love this color on tohru at all !! lol. it is so dull on her. The dress style/ design mimics her same dress in se01, ep26 as she was talking to kazuma & kyo fought him. Their first intimate moment after nearly loosing the other. Heck! tohru was even hurt on her hand as well. but the color was a nice pastel yellow. It suited tohru. The hat’s bluish-greenish color matches tohru’s own pajama at home!!!! & kureno’s hospital pajama! T_T... why couldn't the hat be red!!!! a color that both represent kyo & yuki! both were compared to red before~ oh well~~ minor issue~

#Fruits Basket #Anime Only #happy paper #final season #part 1

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misc-oneshots · 7 years

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Frozen Song!Fic

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Frozen Song!Fic

Supernatural Lucifer x Angel! Reader Words: 2550

Sequel to Fire and Ice

This Song!Fic focuses more on Lucifer’s side of the relationship.

You weren’t dead, that much Lucifer knew. He could still feel your existence on the peripheral of his consciousness, much like when you’d lived as a mortal, and for that link he’d come close to thanking his Father. But he could feel your grace slipping. You were hurt. It didn’t matter how many Demons or Angels that he literally ripped apart, he was no closer to finding you.

He didn’t need the flutter of wings behind him to warn him of Gabriel’s arrival and if anything the unnecessary noise irked him further. Gabriel leant against the throne room wall, Hell was not on his top ten list of locations so it was his best practice to pretend to be more at ease than usual and hide his weapons.

He eyed his brother warily, Lucifer stood over two bodies – or was that three? Hard to tell, guts all look the same when they’re out of the body, how was he supposed to count them? His frost glazed features were splashed with blood that was quickly freezing in the stubble on his cheeks. Jesus, what temperature did blood freeze at? Fucking cold, Gabriel guessed. “I hear red in back in this year.” Gabriel teased half-heartedly at Lucifer’s shirt which sagged under the weight of the blood soaked into it. “Unless you have news then there’s no reason for you to be bothering me.” Lucifer’s hoarse voice made Gabriel’s wings bristle at the threat but he made no verbal answer.

Lucifer didn’t spare him a look, “Leave.” “Lucy-“ Gabriel started. “Leave.” Lucifer whipped around and for a moment Gabriel could see the biblical Devil in his brother, the pure, snarling wrath bubbling just below the façade. Gabriel resisted the urge to jump back but his wings betrayed his wish to escape and he held his hands up in a peaceful gesture of space, “Lucifer, I know that we’re on opposite sides but this is about Y/N, the Balancer, neutral remember?” Lucifer cracked his neck to one side, the frosted blood there broken and danced to the floor as snowflakes. Gabriel resisted pointing out that it was snowing in Hell – barely.

Gabriel continued, “Castiel can’t find her either, while they’ve got her no Angels or Demons are going to be able to find her.” Gabriel implored and Lucifer sighed and shook his head, frost fell from his hair with the motion, “Don’t say it.” Gabriel pulled out his phoned and started to search for a number, “Afraid so, time to think like a Winchester.”

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The pain was unreal.

Father, it hurt, you wanted to cry but you doubted that you had the energy. The only solace that you had was that your mind was collecting itself and your senses and powers were reforming but your humans lives didn’t leave you, you could remember it all. Every era. Every husband. Every death.

They crashed and whirled inside your mind and entwined with every sweet memory of Lucifer and you clung to them. It hadn’t been easy, your life together but you’d managed it. You had to keep the peace on Earth and though Lucifer tried to convince you from God’s plan he didn’t set out against you but he didn’t rein his Demons in either. He had his own plans.

The pain distracted you from the emotional torture though. Several hours of listening to how Lucifer had never missed you. You couldn’t bear to hear it, you could feel the words stinging your soul as they threatened truth in them.

One of Lucifer’s old minions stood in front of you with an Angel by his side. With a stomach churning smirk the Demon yanked the chain that wrapped around your wings and kept you suspended from the floor. You jolted upwards and screamed at the pain in your wings and back. You didn’t need to look down to know that the constant dripping sound was your wings bleeding. Coughing you spat out the saliva that pooled in your mouth. “Forsake your alliance and this will end sooner.” The Angel advised. “Love isn’t an alliance. I am neutral. I keep the balance.” You spat out. The Demon laughed, “Neutrally is a myth, you cannot keep the balance against the apocalypse. It’s meant to happen.” You smirked, even though it hurt your bruised features, “If the balance can’t be kept then how are you both working together?” The Angel sneered and stepped around his partner to yank the chain. You screamed.

The Angel gestured to one of his men to bring over something, you couldn’t see through blurred eyes but you could hear the swinging of a blade being unsheathed. Fuck.

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Of course neither plaid laden monster hunter knew that they were helping Lucifer, Gabriel had spun them a yarn about you hating Lucifer after finding out that he’d sent you away. If Castiel suspected any different then he didn’t give it away. What had been impossible for The Devil himself had taken the Winchesters just a few hours. When they got the location Gabriel got in touch with Lucifer through ‘Angel Radio’ and all Hell broke loose.

Literally.

You heard the fighting even through the pain. Yanked up by your wings again you howled and tried to push away the Angel with your bonded hands. He was pushed back weakly, he chuckled and wound his hand into your hair. You forced your eyes open to meet his. He looked shocked and he’d look that way for as long as he stood.

He was frozen solid.

His Demon friend beside him was as well. You could feel the cold air coming from them both, it tickled your face before you were dropped to the floor harshly. Hands were on your wings at once, soft and gently as they unchained you, healing you as they swept across your injuries. Gabriel whispered sweet Enochian words in your ear as he healed your wounds and ran his fingers through your hair. Your body felt instantly better and when Gabriel unbound your wrists you clenched and unclenched your hands until the feeling returned.

I can't feel my senses I just feel the cold All colours seem to fade away I can't reach my soul I would stop running, if I knew there was a chance It tears me apart to sacrifice it all but I'm forced to let go

Frost splayed across the floor and danced in crimson coloured patterned across the floor. You gently pushed your hand to floor and it crunched into the bloody frost. Scrunching a handful, you pulled it up to your face, you could feel Gabriel watching you, he was probably even talking to you but you ignored him in favour of scrunching the almost pink frost in your hands.

Like when a laugh creeps up on you at the worst time, your mind focused on your hands and refused to release your senses back to the world. The heat of your hands had begun to melt the frost until blood and water pooled in your hands and ran down your wrists and arms. “What a slaughter it must have been.” You mused, “For there to be this much blood when you’ve frozen everyone in this room.”

Tell me I'm frozen but what can I do? Can't tell the reasons I did it for you When lies turn into truth I sacrificed for you You say that I'm frozen but what can I do?

Gabriel’s brow furrowed until he realised that you were ignoring him and speaking to the Devil in the corner. “It was a necessary evil.” Lucifer replied as he stepped past Gabriel, his wings nudging the other angel out of the way, and knelt beside you and put his hand in yours. The blood in your palms spilled out from between your hands and followed the trails down your arms. You glanced up at him; his face and hair were decorated with frost, his eyes were heavy and his clothes dripped crimson.

“It’s always necessary isn’t it?” You mumbled, seeing with clarity for the first time since you’d been brought out of your human slumber. He scowled, his hands glided up your arms leaving a bloody path until they rested on your cheeks, “I did it for you.” He mumbled it twice more like he was trying to convince you that he hadn’t enjoyed it, he leaned forward so that you’re noses brushed and you sighed at the closeness. How you wished that he hadn’t come for you now that you could see what you needed to do.

What you were born for.

I can feel your sorrow You won't forgive me, but I know you'll be all right It tears me apart that you will never know but I have to let go Lucifer gently pulled you closer and ghosted his lips across yours. He knew your mind, you were blasting your thoughts across Angel Radio, “You don’t have to forgive me.” “This was too much.” The words spilled from your lips and Lucifer knew that they’d cemented your choice. He held your face tighter, “No, no.” “You were right, Lucifer,” You whispered, his eyes bore into yours and you kept his gaze, “You’ve been right all along. We don’t have to follow His plan.” Lucifer’s stomach sank, that was all that he’d ever wanted you and the other angels to see but hearing the utterance from you he knew that he couldn’t have his way and keep you. Ice grew across your cheeks under his fingertips.

“We can all chose. And you chose this.” You didn’t need to look around for him to know that you meant the carnage. “I did it for you.” He repeated, “They were going to kill you. It would tear me apart.”

You shook you head but his hands didn’t leave you at the movement, “My time was up a long, long time ago. Death was a friend of mine and he was supposed to guide me away all centuries ago when the angels attacked me then. My death could have brought everyone to their senses. You upset the balance.” “For you.” His fingers dug into your skin as he snarled, “I sacrificed everything for you, for us.”

Tell me I'm frozen but what can I do? Can't tell the reasons I did it for you When lies turn into truth I sacrificed for you You say that I'm frozen but what can I do? Gently you placed your hands atop his and tried not to flinch at the cold, “No Lucifer, you want everyone to think that you did. Maybe you believe it. Actually I think you do believe it but you didn’t do this for me. And I would never ask you too. Maybe you didn’t know that saving me would set back the advancement of mankind. But bloodshed like this, I can’t allow it.” With a harsh yank you pulled his hands from your cheeks and even in the seriousness of the moment you knew that you now understood the age old joke of people pulling their frozen tongues off of things.

With your grace back, the frostbitten in holes in your face healed before Lucifer’s eyes as he ripped your skin from his fingers and looked up as you stood above him. “Lucifer, I love you. Nothing could stop that and I’m glad for all the time I had with you.” He was shaking his head but you continued, “I’m sorry that you had me, I wish it had been someone more agreeable for you. But you’ve let your anger consume you and your anger alone is stronger than our love together.”

He stood, his eyes blazing, “Don’t you dare.” You were unfazed, “Lucifer, you’re frozen.” He knew that you meant more than his bloodied clothes that had frozen solid, “Until you and Michael and the others stop this madness than I have to save them.” “Them?!” Lucifer snarled but he knew. “Humanity.” You leaned forwards and placed a soft kissed against the frosted stubble of his cheek but pulled back before his hands sought you.

Taking a large step back you waited. Lucifer curled and curled his fists by his side, anger burning in him the room was like a fridge. He was trying to control himself but you could sense it, the anger. The need to kill. So you waited, with no anger or upset at his choice. However he chose, you loved him and you knew that he loved you, but this was the real world.

Love was rarely enough, no matter what Bon Jovi said.

Lucifer raised his hand and you made no move to defend yourself or call for help. Gabriel had disappeared almost as soon as Lucifer had knelt beside you. No one was coming to help.

Everything will slip away Shattered pieces will remain When memories fade into emptiness Only time will tell its tale If it all has been in vain

Lucifer swallowed hard, closed his hand and let it fall to the side. He refused to look at you. He was letting you go.

“I’ll find a way to stop this Lucifer.” You promised, “Even if I have to stop you. But if I can, I’ll find a way for us to be together.” He flinched at the words but kept his head turned away from you. A door down the hallway slammed open and heavy human footsteps skidded into the doorway. You glanced at the Winchester brothers over the shoulders of your frozen attackers; they were good at hiding their fear in the face of Lucifer, who didn’t bother to turn to face them. They took it as a sign of arrogance.

I can't feel my senses I just feel the cold Frozen... But what can I do? Frozen...

Stepping around the frozen demon you stepped in front of the hunters whose lives had been mapped out by the angels long before they’d been born, “Dean and Sam Winchester?” You asked for the sake of introduction. The smaller one stepped in front of the tall one, both had their guns raised, “You must Y/N.” They took in the sight of your tattered diner uniform. You gave a small nod, aware that Lucifer may be tolerating this for the moment but there were no guarantees. Gabriel popped into assistance beside them, his large grin disappeared as he judged the room. You gave them all a hard look, “I’m in.” The boys were confused until Gabriel tried to smile again, “Welcome to team free will.” He clicked his fingers and you all disappeared to a place of relative safety.

Tell me I'm frozen but what can I do? Can't tell the reasons I did it for you

Lucifer listened to your departure. After a moment he rolled his shoulders and let out a long sigh from unnecessary lungs. Now was the time for plans. He turned and stared into the terrified frozen expression of your angel attacker before stepping forward and pushing him and the demon over letting them shatter across the floor.

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plotcall! or whatever we call it on tumblr rp nowadays—

Yells excitedly and nervously!! I’m sorry for being inactive but I was lurking around in search of my muse that went on a vacation without telling me, wheezes!! Anyway, uhm, please plot with me! I’m really cool and have great pick-up lines— Here’s the list of plots I’ve been wanting to share, all of them lead to character development and relationship growth! Thus, if you wish to proceed with any of these, please bear in mind that it’s not to be taken lightly and changes will occur for my muse, what happens to yours is not my decision to make. A few things to be taken into account:

―I’ve set no boundaries in which the plots do no require certain positions/species/whatsoever. It’s free for all, I wish for my muse to interact with zero limits. ―If a particular plot ends up attracting too many interested people, I’ll close it for future threads until the present ones are done. ―Rather than producing confinements of certain settings, I’ve kept it vague and generic; just a paragraph to awaken the dormant inspirations within the ones whom are reading this list. Further details will be discussed.

T R I G G E R W A R N I N G S : violence, pedophilia, rape, crude language, maniac behavior, murder, psychological manipulation, verbal/physical/mental abuse, guns, physical combat, isolation, trapped, cage, metaphorical freedom, illicit affair, blades, sharp objects, implied pregnancy, implied forced abortion!

α — 1984 by George Orwell.

stumbling upon despair, do you spit out venom or do you wallow amidst self-deprecation? there is a hierarchical order, constituents arranged based on ranks and the invisible eye of an ultimatum ever watchful. slithering through hallways, ascending a never ending flight of stairs, upwards the both of you go; forward the both of you pursue, despondency and determination, yet did any of these two ever realize those chains circling your ankles, the leash death knotted around your neck? was escape ever truly a reality, those acquaintances truly ally and the trust you’ve shared between, has it always been seen as a tracking trail to prove who’s in the wrong? then who’s in the right?

β — The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho.

as his naked body shivered on the cement floor of the military’s holding cell, daehyun only ever wished to live. “when you really want something to happen, the whole universe will conspire so that your wish comes true.” yet as he witnessed the blazing sun for the first time in two months, the feelings could only be summoned as standing in the middle of Sahara dessert with zero bearings. would you be the Philosopher’s Stone to fuel his cognizance or are you the Elixir of Life to put a halt on the tempest in his mind? either way, these scars littering his body are quite fascinating, against your fingertips; against your tongue; against the blade you’re holding too, maybe.

γ — 1Q84 by Haruki Murakami.

sometimes you’ll see him carrying a bouquet of flowers; fingers caressing the petals as if they were a part of him and spoke in soft wisps of breathy sighs whenever he’s seen in the gardens. floriography, he had once told you after a brief meeting; you asked, he answered and that was that. but then it was if the Sun and Moon had aligned and you were staring at an entirely different entity; daehyun? kazuya? who is he? you could’ve sworn crimson painted his fingers, razor sharp smile and glinting eyes. the way he had manhandled those people left you torn between weeping in terror or avenging their deaths by tearing this diabolical individual whom remained standing in front of you, unwavering gaze and all that jazz, Frank Sinatra playing as the background music. was it parallel universes or did you just have bad timing?

δ — Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk.

fight or flight, those trembling hands of yours; quivering lips and rivulets of sweat streaming down your face. despite the long-sleeved shirt, those baggy camouflage pants, you can see tangible thew adorning his very being. daehyun speaks like those cunning foxes, he smiles as if the entire world rested on his back yet the way you fought erased those mental images of him with a flower crown on top of his head; of him hidden behind towers of books; of him reaching out a helping hand when you were cornered. this silence and that silence are parallel lines; never to meet because back then, daehyun was battling the enemies for you and now daehyun is battling the enemies within you. how was it possible to end up with expectations hung around your neck like a noose and a man adroit at physical combat ready to pounce the moment you even breathe?!

ε — The Great Gatsby by F.Scott Fitzgerald.

speak of luxury and they’ll respond with rare gems, a bar of gold and glittering diamonds. sometimes they’ll romanticize other aspects, as if it could wipe away the drool from the corner of their mouths once gazes land on wads of cash and those cars imported from top automobile countries. daehyun finds amusement above all in luxury; he likes the multitude of rainbow light rays reflected off a diamond’s surface, enjoys the substantial weight of holding jewelries in his hands but he never stays. how could he allow himself to be chained by silver cutlery and forked tongues when he’s seen so much more in the world beyond? it’s hard to understand how he laughs at being presented a gold ring but rendered silent when he’s looking at Renaissance paintings and architectures through the screen of his laptop. it’s hilarious how he could dismiss offers of wealth with a monotonous yet polite “oh?” but gasps in astonishment when tangible literature were immortalized through yellowing, dog-eared pages bounded by leathery covers.

ϛ — The Catcher In The Rye by J.D. Salinger.

one half of a whole | beginning; she ran out of the house, half-dressed and half-braided hair flying against the blowing wind. monsters crawled up the marble stairs croaking for help with their bloody hands and smashed faces, monsters buried in their backyard, monsters escorted her to school and practice, monsters disappeared into her mother’s office only to never resurface. her father religiously called three times a week, her mother religiously whipped the back of her knees three times a stutter in speech. you’ve heard the clattering of mugs and splashing of boiled water, yet you’ve never heard of someone who picks up hot ceramic pieces with a familiarity one could only fathom after having seen the Devil themselves.

ζ — The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle by Haruki Murakami. coming soon!

η — Sputnik Sweetheart by Haruki Murakami. coming soon!

θ — Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami. coming soon!

ι — Kafka On The Shore by Haruki Murakami. coming soon!

κ — To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee. coming soon!

λ — The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini.

somber ambiance for stories of rape, rape, rape. tears shed over bruised thighs and sashaying hips. there were signs; there will always be signs with him, the way he knows how to subtly brace against an onslaught of sexual oppression, the way he bore his fangs towards others that dared to lift a hand when he is present but consent is absent. how do you go about someone who’s gone through wars; both fought in reality and in his mind’s simulation? the ever present lines of red rimming those falsely jubilant eyes, you can’t think, can’t think, refuse to acknowledge, beneath that old military uniform; underneath his favorite sweaters, one of those parts in his timeline, that scarred stomach once protruded into a bump, a microscopic sound of heartbeat but where did it go? where did daehyun go after he was dragged down the stairs? where did daehyun go after he was forced on to the ground? how is it that you are stuck in oblivion when he’s always there to kiss your demons, embrace your wrath and tenderly soothe the flame within your soul?

μ — American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis.

“why do you sound like you want to kill someone?” “because i do want to kill someone,…again.” the first time you met him over one too many glasses of neat bourbon, as yours eyes roamed across his countenance; slight wrinkles in case of antediluvian youth, feline curved eyes and soft, soft lines of his lips, gracefulness breathed onto those lithe wrists; the thought of this man, seated on the bar stool next to you never crossed that particular inclination of thoughts. but when you met him for one too many times over the same glasses of neat bourbon, there’s a certain aspect of unhinged with the way his lips curl into the embodiment of rogue; amber orbs shone too brightly and that sinful flicker of tongue wetting chapped tiers. it gives you a metaphorical side table with two drawers, one contains a classic russian roulette revolver whilst the other contains what you’d like to believe as means of safety for you. but then you can’t have the best of both worlds now, can you? especially when you’re situated next to a maniac veiled by those sweet, sweet words defying laws of gravity.

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