#within a week i dropped it on my kitchen floor (didn't do anything though)

[spaceyflowerswriting]

What if a scenario about DG being in a romantic relationship with a high schooler reader?

whoops... (james lee x reader; highschool au)

details: fluffy/silly drabble, gender neutral reader written in 2nd pov, general canon/highschool au, you and james are dating

summary: you and your boyfriend head to his place after a date and come across a... surprise??

a/n: u meant like. highschool au right? bc dg is an adult so him being with a reader in high school would just be wrong ?? either way that's what im doing;; thanks for the request !

(this is set in the same universe as this james drabble i wrote a while back i.e. kouji and crystal are his younger siblings)

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A sigh of relief came out of you and James as you both entered his home. The wave of cool air from his house's AC compared to the scorching heat waves outside was beyond relieving.

"Finally," you murmured, turning off the mini fan James bought for you in the middle of your date with him at the carnival. You hurriedly took off your shoes and ran towards the couches. After dropping the bags of carnival prizes in your hand on the floor, you sat down on the couch, leaning your head back.

James hummed and walked over to you, standing behind the couch to look down at you. He patted your cheek with a smile. "Sorry for making you go on that walk with me after our date."

"You should be, my legs are aching." He laughed at your half-joke and just leaned down to press a kiss on your forehead.

"Mwah. I think that about does it for an apology."

Playfully scoffing at that, you sat up and watched him walk off, disappearing around a corner into the kitchen. You cupped a hand around your mouth and yelled, "Don't you think I at least deserve a leg massage?"

He called back, "I can give that to you later if you'd like, but how does a snack sound for now?"

"Well, count me in!" Grinning, you practically jumped off the couch and stumbled your way over into the kitchen.

James was looking through the refrigerator. "Anything's up for grabs." He turned to look at you as you entered. "Except pastries. I think Crystal and Kouji ate them all up again."

You chuckled and started to dig through the cupboards. "Must be nice living with annoying younger siblings."

"Oh, you bet." He replied in a lighthearted, sarcastic way and you sympathized with him. Crystal was sometimes a bit much, but Kouji was definitely a troublemaker.

"Speaking of your siblings... they've still got a lot of growing up to do, obviously, but they're really smart for their age."

"Unfortunately."

You laughed a little and grabbed a snack that caught your eye before closing the cupboard. "You're really smart for your age, too, you know?"

James closed the refrigerator, taking out a bowl of grapes. He gestured for you to join him at the dining table as he walked away, replying, "You think so?"

"Uh, yes? Like seriously, how are you so put together with so many talents? We're only highschool students, but you act so much like an adult." You followed after him and sat down in the seat he pulled out for you. "I don't think I've ever even seen you study once."

"Hm..." James shrugged a bit. "I guess it's the natural talents of a genius?" He chuckled when you rolled your eyes.

"Sure. By the way, you know about our test next week?"

"Uh-huh?" He pulled out a chair for himself and nodded along as you rambled. Right as he took a seat though, you went dead silent when there came the sound of a... whoopie cushion.

You weren't sure if you wanted to laugh or look away in second hand embarrassment so you ended up with a shocked expression, lips thinned to try to prevent a smile.

James somehow didn't look embarrassed himself, only confused.

Thankfully, within the split second of you and James reacting, two loud bursts of laughter were heard not too far away.

"YOU ACTUALLY GOT HIM?!" Goo's voice. "HOW?! HE NEVER FALLS FOR MY PRANKS!"

"I TOLD YOU HE LETS HIS GUARD DOWN EASILY WHENEVER HE'S WITH HIS PARTNER!" Kouji's voice. "NOW GIVE ME THE MONEY YOU PROMISED!"

"ONLY IF YOU MAKE IT OUT ALIVE!"

"HUH--?!"

You and James turned to see Goo sprinting down the stairs, laughing along the way. The front door was heard being slammed open, and then Kouji came down the stairs after, also sprinting like his life depended on it. Which it probably did.

"Um." You were rendered speechless.

Your boyfriend gently set his bowl of grapes down. "It's one thing if they prank me, but to do so while I'm with you..." He shook his head and smiled sweetly. "Can you give me a second, babe? I'll be right back." He stood up and you could only watch in even more shock as he ran off.

That was the fastest you'd seen him run in a while.

Once he was gone and silence fell in the house, you could hear distant screaming. You finally let yourself laugh at the absurdity of what just happened.

#lookism x reader #james lee x reader #james lee #dg lookism #requests #sorry if this isnt exactly romantic 😭 #my only prompt was 'romantic relationship' so i just wrote james and reader dating #also sorry if james is ooc here #my poor excuse is that i was fistfighting writer's block and just wanted to have fun writing so- #i pushed it a little with his chara to make this silly scenario work 💔

[parameddic]

He's exhausted. Running on fumes for weeks, but he's happy 'cause it's better than running on adrenaline. He works and he comes home, sheds the street, drops the mask, removes the armor, leaves it all at the threshold of their sanctuary. They built it together, filled it with warmth and laughter, potted plants, thrifted curtains, and the occasional stray cricket that they still can't seem to get rid of months later. It's rough around the edges, but it's solid and sure, and it's theirs. A soft place to land.

They make popcorn and watch movies on the couch enough evenings that it becomes a ritual. When their schedules line up, they make meals together, and when they don't, there's take-out and leftovers and hand-written notes. TK's surprisingly good with the right ingredients, and BJ's beginning to learn to make his own food, too, beyond slapping a few things together between two slices of bread or opening a can. Italian nights are to die for. He's almost figured out how to make ravioli that doesn't fall apart.

It is not romantic, they are not lovers, but it is more romance than Barry James Anderson ever thought he would be afforded. He holds onto it, tight. Every crack in the plaster, every suspicious ceiling stain and dropped crumb on the floor between the kitchen and the front door, and all the moments housed within those walls are his. Theirs. He tells himself many times that he doesn't want anything more than that. He's beyond content, his cup has run well over.

But... BJ is exhausted. He's not slept more than a few hours in several days over things he will not talk about, and he's sat in the living room while TK tends to a fresh cut on BJ's hand. He's getting better in the kitchen, but his newfound confidence with cooking knives still outweighs skill. The long cut stretching the length of his his thumb stings. TK is gentle with him.

Sometimes BJ wishes he would be rougher. The softness has always made him ache.

So. BJ is running on fumes. There's a little blood on the knee of his jeans from his thumb and TK is sweet and closer than BJ thinks either of them intend to be, and... It only feels natural to be pulled in by this weird, magnetic tension, whether it's real or only in BJ's head. TK looks up and BJ leans in. The captured kiss is brief, barely more than a peck, but it throws his heart into his throat. He draws back immediately, pink and startled. Awake. Definitely more awake.

"Sorry, I-- didn't mean to do that." Oh no. BJ pulls his hand away from TK like distance could fix his faux pas. "I don't know why I did that." Oh no, oh no. "Uh... thank you. For my hand. That's much better."

// hello you mentioned both and i couldn't decide so here is both skdflskd. i ddddddo not know actually if this is how it would happen, i think bj would have to be in a very particular place, and idek if this would be it, but it here it is. dropping it at your feet, throwing them into the water, and seeing what they do. the... slight drama of a surprise kiss in a gentle moment feels a bit 9-1-1 to me anyway. i can see it in that universe, so maybe if bj existed there, he would. if that makes sense. i don't know i am also tired.

....Oh. Kay.

Okay.

Oh........... kay.

Alright, TK blinked at BJ, truly empty of anything other besides mild surprise and then -- BJ scrambled to apologise, obviously half-asleep here (at least, he had been), and TK -- laughed. It took him a second to decide that's what he was going to do, so it wasn't as smooth as maybe it could have been, but BJ cascaded back like a calamitous disaster had happened and so TK laughed, with that grin that BJ had once thought was going to be trouble, and he said, "I'm pretty hot, huh?" Sympathetic though.

This was something TK would shrug off if BJ wanted to shrug it off with him, with nothing more than a laugh and a wink at BJ's expense, but he shook his head and returned to BJ's hand, "Lemme - I didn't finish, let me wrap it up." C'mon, give it back, he still had the bandage in hand and it could use a rinse with the saline, too, to be sure there weren't any stray scraps of the food he'd been partway through cubing, in there.

Really. Just like that, honest. He wasn't upset, he wasn't gonna harass a tired BJ about it, and he didn't think it meant any secret meanings or told some unspoken truth. He was just pretty hot, huh? And BJ was pretty cute himself.

"You wanna sleep out here tonight?" he got lonely sometimes, TK thought. He wondered occasionally if that was why he'd wanted a roommate. It's why TK had.

#ic #ofyorkshire #hums hums #polite tk laughing not At but laughing For (laughing With) #just a breathy smile and cheeky wink and then he's straight back to normal #'this was normal contact and you don't have to worry' (safety blanket safety blanket safety blanket)

[moonshineboyz]

Sweet Dare || Eric Sohn

Pairing: sub!Eric x dom!fem reader

Genre: Smut, college house party

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: mention of alcohol, dry hump, slight handjob, tiny bit of choking, unprotected sex

masterlist ♡

“Truth or dare, Y/N/?” Your friend asked holding back a smug smile.

“Dare.” You didn't think much of it, already tired of being in that situation. Moreover, it was just a stupid game, it couldn't be something that bad... right?

“I dare you...” She thought tapping an index finger on her chin, looking around the circle of people sitting on the floor quietly waiting with anxious eyes. “… To sit on Eric’s lap. Like, kinda dry humping, you know?” Your eyes widened at that, a visible teasing smirk on her face now.

“What?” You scoffed. “No way I'm doing this. Not at all.” You shook your head, furrowed brows. There wasn't a minimal possibility in you doing such a thing with your friend.

You looked over at Eric, his eyes just as widened as yours, glued on the bottle in the center. Not that you thought he wasn't good looking or something of the sort, it's just that it felt weird, he was your friend after all and you couldn't think it'd be a good idea. Even though a little spark of curiosity ignited within you, but you decided to ignore.

“You're no fun.” Your friend faked a pout and giggled. “Okay, so... truth: would you sit on Eric's lap and dry hump him?” You just stared at her, not knowing why the hell she insisted in picking Eric out of all the other people in there. There was absolutely nothing between you two other than a friendship, and you were starting to worry that things would get awkward with him.

“Jesus fucking Christ, of course not.” You stated sternly rolling your eyes at the end. “Okay, next.” You quickly stretched out your arm to spin the bottle so the game could continue.

Not even waiting for the bottle to stop spinning, you got up on your feet and excused yourself saying that you needed to use the bathroom. You glared over at Eric and saw the lingering shock mixed with embarrassment in his face. You made eye contact with him for a millisecond and turned to the door, leaving the room that was filled with giggles once more.

As you closed the door behind you, your ears were welcomed again by the loud music coming from downstairs, questioning why you'd agreed on going to a house party. You made your way towards the bathroom down the hall, trying not to bump into some random drunk bodies and couples making out.

A sigh of relief left your lips as soon as you locked the door. Coming near the mirror, you noticed how your eyes were starting to get red due to the tiredness accumulated from the week. You needed to go home in that instant if you wanted to get some sleep and be able to get up early next morning. “Fuck projects on Saturdays.” You thought to yourself.

You turned on the faucet and wet your nape a bit in an attempt to refresh yourself. Looking back in the mirror while fixing some strands of your hair, a thought came back into your mind, what if you had accepted that dare? How would it had felt like? How Eric would feel like against you? You got surprised by your own mind, especially by the last question. You shook your head as if to clear your mind and get these weird thoughts away.

Getting out of the bathroom, you went straight into the kitchen, willing to have one last glass of juice or soda before going home, to which you thanked heavens for being able to find a second option to drink since you weren't having alcohol. You filled yourself a cup of orange juice, happy not to see many people in this part of the house, them being too focused on getting more drinks and some snacks, so you wouldn't have to engage in an unwanted small talk with any of them. As you were looking out the window, lost in your own thoughts about the project you had to do, a familiar voice called you.

“Y/N! Noona, I was looking for you!” You turned to see your pink haired friend coming your way. “I wanted to talk to you.”

You nodded signaling for him to continue. “Yeah? What is it?”

“Hmm, are you, perhaps... by any chance... mad at me?” Eric asked hesitantly, expression on his face telling you he was afraid of your answer.

“What? No! Why would I?” You chuckled lightly.

“Because of... that dare?” He more asked than answered you and you raised your brows. You slightly cursed at this topic being brought up in your mind again.

Waving your hands as in a “no” motion to calm his worries you said: “No, no, it's okay. It's not even you who dared me.” You offered a kind smile. “And you?” Eric tilted his head and looked at you a little puzzled, you chuckled again. “Are you mad at me? I mean, I'm sorry I said that in a rude way, I didn't mean to. It's just that it weirded me out and... you know, we're friends...”

“Yeah, I understand. And I'm not mad at you either.” You nodded at his words and looked out the window once more to avert his gaze, and in that, you missed the way his cheeks got rosy. “So... we're good?”

“Yeah, we're good.” You smiled up at him reassuringly. You finished your juice in one last gulp and placed the glass back on the counter top. “I think that's enough partying for me tonight.”

“You're leaving already?” Even though it was just a tiny bit, it was visible the sadness in his eyes.

“I'm getting sleepy and bored.” You shrugged. “How are you going home?”

“Actually, I was supposed to leave with Sunwoo and sleep at his place because we have training tomorrow. But I bet he's too busy making out with someone right now.” He let out a small airy laugh.

“Well, you can sleep at mine. I think there's still a pair of your clothes from the last sleepover we had.”

Eric looked at you and then at the floor, debating with himself whether or not he should take your offer. “Are you sure? I don't want to bother you I can-”

“It's alright, I also have to go to the campus in the morning so we can go together. Plus, my house is closer to campus than Sunwoo's.” He gave you a wide smile deciding to leave the party with you. “Have you drunk?” You watched as he slowly shook his head mumbling something about just having soda all night. “Good, so you're driving.” You said tossing him your car keys and walking to the front door, ready to leave the house.

“Wait, really?” He took hurried steps to get beside you, eyes ten times bigger as he asked. You giggled at his cuteness, fighting the urge to pinch his cheek.

“Just because I'm tired and you need to practice.”

“Wow, thank you, noona! You're the best!” Eric smiled bigger than ever.

“Yeah, yeah, just don't crash my car and don't try to kill us.” You rolled your eyes jokingly at him strongly nodding all excited. He was like a puppy.

Eric was always like that, following you around, giggly and energetic saying how nice he thought you were and how he liked to spend time with you. Sometimes you found he resembled a little kid, with sparkly eyes and talking in a rushed manner gesturing his hands. And when you laughed at anything he said, he'd open the biggest smile turning his eyes into crescent moons.

You had such a soft spot for him.

It was hard not to, actually. He constantly tried to show how much he cared for you, listening and supporting you when you needed it. Never wanting to bother or disappoint you in any way.

In the calm ride back to your house, you kept giving Eric some directions on where to turn, since he didn't know that neighborhood very well. When you got to a more known route and he didn't need more instructions, your mind began to wander. The thoughts of him being a sweet nice friend now giving space to the ones about how he could be so determined and focused. And damn, you just noticed how hot he looked when focused and serious like that.

You could tell by his stiff body that he was a little bit nervous in driving someone else's car, but you thought it just added to the hotness. His perfect side profile and sharp jaw line, eyebrows slightly furrowed. Your eyes traveled from his soft pinkish lips to his arms and the way they flexed as he grabbed the steering wheel, making you gulp at the sight. You quickly glanced from his chest to his thighs and turned your head to look at the road in front of you, cursing at how you were thinking about your dear friend.

Not much time later you arrived home and Eric parked your car perfectly, turning to you with an expecting expression waiting for some sort of feedback.

“You did great, really. Just need to remember to turn the headlights off.”

“Oh, right! Sorry.” He widened his eyes noticing the light reflecting ahead of the car and you chuckled.

As soon as you both stepped inside, you made your way to your own room, telling Eric he could take a shower first if he wanted and his mentioned pair of clothes was in the spare room. You started moving around grabbing the stuff needed for the project next morning, too distracted that you didn't even notice Eric anxiously standing at your door until he called you.

“Noona, I know you're tired but can we talk? I need to get this off my chest.” Worry and a tint of fear were written all over his face. You hummed and signaled him to take a seat on your bed, following him when he did. The boy closed his eyes taking in a deep breath. “Listen, I'm really sorry. It's just that I don't know what to do, I shouldn't but I can't stop thinking about it and it's driving me crazy-”

“About what exactly, Eric?” You cut him off, feeling anxious at him beating around the bush.

He dropped his head and closed his eyes shut, one hand intertwining fingers with the other, knuckles white from the strength he was applying. “Earlier. The dare. I wished y-... I-I just got curious ab- I'm sorry, please don't be mad at me.” He wanted to curl himself up out of embarrassment, waiting for you scold him.

But instead, your eyes grew bigger and your heart started racing. You had no idea he'd be thinking about this like you were and honestly, you found it interesting. With butterflies in your stomach, you touched his shoulder softly calling out his name saying you weren't mad, which made him look up at you but not raising his head, too afraid you'd get angry. “You want to try it?”

He sat up straight surprised at your question, avoiding your eyes. “N-no, you don't have to, I just needed to-”

“I'm asking if you want to. It's okay.” You gave his knee a gentle squeeze and it was like the air got knocked out of his lungs when he slightly nodded and said “yes” in a small voice. Cheeks immediately getting flushed, you smirked at that.

You pointed your finger, indicating Eric to sit a little further on the bed, leaning his back on the headboard and you wasted no time in straddling him. Your heart was pounding so much as you looked deep into his eyes, sensing the nervousness, so you leaned in closer and whispered in his ear for him to relax. Deciding that you needed to make him relax yourself, you planted a kiss on his jaw to which he inhaled deeply and you could see his skin already getting goosebumps, softening his body.

You ran your fingers through his soft pink locks and tugged lightly at it, to make him give you more access to the skin. Trailing open mouthed kisses down his neck you left a hickey and Eric gasped when he felt your tongue tracing the mark you just made, bucking up his hips. You felt him getting hard and started to move your hips in a circular motion, but in a languid rhythm, making him shudder with the increasing arousal, added to the way he'd been thinking about you all night since that stupid game. And the fact that he had you right there in his lap but still couldn't get satisfied made him groan in frustration, growing needier by the second.

“This needy already, baby?” A hearty chuckle left your lips. “You can touch me.” You whispered noticing how his hands were gripping the bedsheets and Eric immediately grabbed your hips, trying to pull you closer to his crotch.

“Noona~ hmm stop teasing,I-” He got cut off, breath hitching when you repositioned yourself to better align your already throbbing core to his hard cock. Grinding down onto him, Eric sucked his bottom lip between his teeth to hold back a moan, but let out a small whimper.

“Don't hide your moans, baby, I want to hear you.” You lowered your face to suck on the sweet spot of his neck, causing him to moan and grab your hips harder. “That's better.” You smiled leaving wet kisses on his skin and raking his scalp, to which the boy whined. You applied more force to the friction, seeing him writhe underneath you and finding sinfully beautiful the way he furrowed his brows with eyes closed and breathed heavily, groaning in a low tone.

You looked at his lips, slightly swollen by the biting to hold his noises and you felt the urge to taste them. Both your hands went to each side of his jaw holding his face, you leaned in closer and let your lips brush over his, softly at first, finally clashing at them when he didn't pull away. You inhaled in deeply, feeling lightheaded with the new sensation.

Eric's hands timidly caressed your thighs, but grabbed the flesh strongly the moment you licked his bottom lip and caught it between your teeth, gently nibbling at it. Your tongue soon met his and you felt shockwaves run down your spine. The kiss felt like heaven but with a tint of something lustful and vicious, just like a sweet but strong wine. And you were more than willing to get drunk on it.

The make out was messy and sloppy, filled with heavy breaths and small whimpers. You never stopped moving your hips and by the way Eric was starting to shake, digging his nails into your skin, you guessed he was close. You thought of letting him come undone just like that, but decided on something better.

You pulled away, taking in at the blushed cheeks and dazed look on his face up close and hop out of the bed. His confused expression asking why you left him like that, right on the edge of his release.

“What? I'm giving you something better instead of letting you cum in your pants.” You chuckled and he blushed harder. “Now take your clothes off, baby.”

You watched his trembling hands slide his pants off of him together with the underwear and get rid of his shirt. You stared at his beautiful naked body laying there on your bed, patiently waiting for your next move. The tip of his dick was angry red, twitching and dripping precum onto his abdomen as you slowly unbuckled the belt of your high waisted shorts. His eyes were glued on you, hungrily scanning your body and cursing under his breath about how hot you were.

“N-noona, you're so beautiful.” Eric shifted in his place, wanting you to touch him again.

Staying only in your black and red bra, you walked up back to the bed and sat on Eric's thighs, lightly scratching his abs and making him shudder. You wrapped one hand around his cock and smeared the leaking precum with your thumb, gaining a gasp from him. You pumped him slowly but with a tight grip, gyrating your wrist. The other hand sneaked up to his neck, fingers closing around it putting just a small pressure.

“Will you be good to me?” He nodded. “Use your words, honey.” You purred, voice like satin and a faint smirk playing on your lips.

The boy gulped and you felt it against your palm. “I-I'll be good, noona, I promise.”

You smiled mischievously pumping his shaft for a few more seconds before standing on your knees to straddle him in a better position. Your cunt was aching to clench around something, wetter than you've ever been.

With one hand you held on Eric's shoulder and the other guided his cock to your entrance, rubbing the tip on your folds at first and circling your clit, making you both jolt a little due to the sensitivity. You played like that a bit more and sank onto him, feeling him stretching you out and let out a broken moan. “You feel so good, baby.”

You trailed your tongue on the side of his neck, taking in the saltiness of the thin layer of sweat that was starting to form on the skin and rotated your hips teasingly, he was stuffing you so good you rolled your eyes.

His knuckles turned white from the strong hold in your waist as if you were going to disappear. He thrust up, whining as he reached deeper inside you, your pussy so tight around him. Just by the way he started panting looking at you half lidded eyes, you knew he wasn't going to last long, and to be honest neither were you.

“Be good and stay still.” You said with lust dripping from your words like they were pure venom.

You lifted your hips just to sink back down onto Eric, setting a lazy rhythm just to last a little longer and enjoy the feeling of his cock massaging your inner walls.

“C-can I kiss you?” The boy asked in a husky voice, letting out a moan in the end and you couldn't say no. You pulled him closer by the back of his head crashing your lips together and kissing hard. He whimpered into the kiss when your nails raked his nape and you took the opportunity to slide your tongue inside his mouth, swirling it around his till he pulled away heavily breathing. “Please, can I touch you more?”

You smiled to yourself, seeing how eagerly your friend seemed to want you and that made you want to tease him a little more. “What's that? You like fucking your noona, hm?” Your hand caressed his flushed cheek, thumb tracing the outline of his lips. “Tell me, baby, you wanted this so much, didn't you? Have you thought about it?” He squirmed biting his bottom lip and shyly nodded.

“Noona, please, can I touch you?” Eric repeated his question, hands itching to travel up your body to touch your breasts but you shook your head, telling him to just keep his hands on your waist or he wouldn't get nothing at all. But he could kiss it though, to which he quickly started littering kisses all over your collarbones and chest, biting onto the soft skin.

The pace of your hips increased, bouncing on his cock and letting out soft moans and dirty praises. “What a good boy. You're so obedient, baby.” He was indeed being so good to you, but it was so hard to keep his hips in place or not to use his hands to explore your body. Your hand pulled his hair to make him look up, while the other went to wrap around his throat, making his jaw drop, eyes fluttering shut. “Think I should reward you more often. What do you think, would you like that?” You scratched his abdomen again, earning a husky 'please' from him.

You started riding him in a desperate rhythm making him go even deeper, nails digging into his shoulders, his dick hitting the right spot inside you each time your hips met, to which your vision blurred, finding hard to keep your eyes open. A knot was forming at the pit of your stomach and you could already feel your release at your fingertips.

Everything felt just too much for the poor boy, amazingly too much. He was so overwhelmed by the feeling of being swallowed by your warm wet cunt and the way you looked like a goddness while riding him so good, calling him baby was making him almost lose his sanity.

“Y/N ngh- noona... shit-” Eric cried out, your walls contracting so deliciously that he couldn't help but to spill himself to the very last drop inside you, cumming while he repeated your name as if it was the only thing he knew. You drank in the way he threw his head back rolling his eyes.

“Fuck, you look so cute when you cum, baby.” You tried to maintain a steady voice but it came out shaky by how his cock was twitching. Your body began to spasm, never stopping your erratic moves to chase your own climax, with hips stuttering.

All the tension built up in your entire body snapped like electricity spreading under the skin and you bit down onto the crook of Eric’s neck to muffle your moans when you came around him, clenching so much it made him arch his back. Huffing and puffing you sloppily undulated your hips to come down from your high, prolonging the feeling of tremors running through your body.

You collapsed resting your forehead on his shoulder trying to catch your breath and when you did, you slowly slid him out of you making him sigh and started to leave butterfly kisses on the boy’s neck where you had left marks earlier to which he chuckled.

“And you wanted to go home because you were tired.” He said jokingly and you blew air from your nose lifting your head to stare at him.

“And I was! But someone was needy.” You teased back. “Now guess we’re gonna be late in the morning.” Your finger pointed at the clock on the nightstand stating that was already past 1am.

Eric shrugged, looking up at you with lazy hooded eyes, a faint blush on the cheeks complimenting his slightly swollen lips and a little bit of hair sticking to his forehead. His skin was glowing. “I don’t mind, it’s already worth it.” You thought you saw a different spark into his eyes, different from the looks he gave you all night, this was a hungrier one.

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[raggaraddy]

Unexpected

Request: Assassin! Yoong's S/O becomes pregnant. @sunheeyey @justmydirtysheet

A/N: Soo much love and requests for Yoongi at the moment, I can hardly keep up.😂 But it makes sense. How could you not love the Pretty Kitty!

Trigger warning: Mention of abortions, yandere themes.

Yoongi

Yandere! Yoongi

Assassin! Yoongi

Finding you clutching the toilet, overwhelmed with nausea, Yoongi looked more concerned than you would have imagined he might.

"What's wrong? Did you eat something bad?" He makes the same leap you initially did.

You're looking up at him, stalling in thought trying to process how to say this. Do you say it directly? Or subtly. Do you even tell him? You could be wrong and you have no idea how he's going to react.

"I've-I haven't gotten my last two periods." You say feeling ashamed as if it was something you had done wrong.

Yoongi's face pales his eyes going wide. His own voice catching in his throat worse than yours did, as he struggles to find any words. You'd never seen him this caught off guard before.

"Go," He points down the hall to your room, instantly second-guessing himself. Pulling his hand back in, scratching his head. "Go to your- um," Normally when he didn't know how to react to something, he could simply lock you away. To give himself as much time as he wanted. But this? That reaction seemed callous, even for him. "Jus-just wait. Here. I'll-. Just wait." He stammers, too quickly running down the stairs. Retreating from you like you had told him you had the plague.

You feel the house shake as the front door slams forcefully.

At this point, you had only just pieced it together in your mind also. And the same as him, you had no idea how you were supposed to react or feel. Truthfully, you felt like you were suspended, waiting for Yoongi to get back. You didn't want to let an opinion set in until you knew what he was thinking. He controlled your entire world, and no matter what you thought or wanted, he would have the final say.

Coming back up the stairs with quickened footsteps and a large shopping bag, he drops several kinds of pregnancy tests at your feet. A complete look of confusion on his face.

"I didn't know which one was good, so just use them all.' His tone was still high and strung out.

It takes an hour, but you go through the tests. Each one revealing a positive result. Yoongi sitting on the edge of the bath anxiously watching the results come in one after the other with an answer he was struggling to accept.

After the 5th test, all his tense energy overflows and he erupts. "I thought you said you were on birth control!"

"I am," you attest. Chewing your lip raw.

"Then what the fuck happened. How the hell did you fuck this up?!" He raves, accusing you as if this was within your control.

"I-I don't know,"

He storms off. He wasn't actually waiting for you to answer. He's frustrated and panicking and he just wanted to aim that at someone else. You can feel the front door shuddering again, the house returning to a desolate quiet

Slumping to the bathroom floor, you hold your knees while crying. It's not your fault, you know it isn't but Yoongi's fit has made you feel so guilty and responsible. Your birth control is something that you had put in years ago, and it should still be working. You really don't know how this could have happened.

Over the next few days, Yoongi avoids you. He came back later that same day, but since then he hasn't spoken to you. Hardly even sparing you a glace. Every time you see him, you have to restrain yourself from asking your burning questions. If you try to force him to talk about this, you know it won't end well.

So in the meantime, you honestly don't want to think about it. But that's all you do.

It sounded so bizarre the first few times you thought it. But you were pregnant. You had a baby growing inside you. Something so small and beautiful. Something that was all yours.

Your mind kept imagining how they might look. Would they have more of Yoongi's features or yours? Would it be a boy or a girl? How could you ever decide on a name? What happens if you change your mind about the name? What would their first word be?

By the 4th day, you'd completely disregarded your intentions not to make your mind up. Without you even trying to, your mind was made up for you and after only 4 days you were absolutely and unendingly in love with your baby.

Yoongi had still yet to say a word on the topic. But you were terrified. He could be so merciless and uncaring. Look at his profession. At all the horrendous things you'd seen him do. Look at what he did to you. How could you think he would ever allow you to keep it?

But this was your baby! He couldn't take it from you!

You kept making yourself sick with worry. You were fearing the worst. Unable to find any way to convince yourself that he would have a positive answer for you. Believing he would never let you keep it. You kept having nightmarish thoughts of ways he might force you to abort it. Of what he might do it you refused. Steadily you were terrorizing and depressing yourself. Crying yourself to sleep night after night.

10 days after you found out you were woken by so much commotion downstairs.

Coming onto the ground floor, you find the living room and kitchen filled with boxes and bags. Looking like a baby supply store had exploded in your house. Cribs, strollers, bouncers, baby clothes, toys. Everything you knew a baby needed, and a lot you had no idea about.

But the sight is an answer without words and tears come to your eyes right away. Your heart lifting in relief.

Yoongi catches sight of you standing in the stairway, a sheepish glint in his eye as he cluelessly holds up a drill and a manual. Studying the box of a baby gate with confusion printed on his face. He looks thoroughly out of his element.

"I don't- I don't know what any of this stuff is. I-I-" he stammers looking around the chaos. "I want everything to be right though." He looks at you softly, lightly biting his lip. "Y/n, I really don't know anything about all this. I'm gonna need you to teach me, please. Teach me how to take care of our baby."

You inhale and exhale a sigh all of the past weeks stress floating off of you. The universe finally giving you exactly what you needed. Tears of joy rolling down your face you step through the mess and you run into his arms, sinking into his chest. Feeling complete and at ease as you feel him squeeze you back.

"Of course Yoongi. We'll do this together."

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╰┈➤ soobin --- it finally happened and you couldn't be happier. you were waiting for this moment since you first got the job. especially since you worked your ass off in that place day and night, picking up the slack that your coworkers left for you. you were excited that all of that work didn't go to waste and that your boss finally saw the value you held at the company. when you finally came home you just wanted to do a happy dance across the kitchen floor. a $25,000 raise and a promotion was enough to make you dance like no one was watching. except, someone was watching and it was your beloved husband soobin, who was currently cooking and smirking a little at how giddy you looked. "someone's excited?", he spoke, stirring the food in the pot. you turned to hang your coat on the coat rack trying to hold back how much you wanted to just run around the house. "I have good news baby". he fetches the seasonings across from him. "what is it?". you exhaled, "remember when I'd come home complaining about work and how lazy my coworkers are and how they never do anything?". soobin nods and hums. "mhm?". your heart started to pound. "well.. I don't have to do that anymore because i finally got a raise and a promotion! And I'm making more money than them now. I even get to manage several locations I'm so excited!". you were expecting a lot of reactions out of soobin, but one thing you weren't expecting was for him to go completely cold after that sentence. he didn't smile or jump around with you. he just stood there and continued cooking as if you didn't say anything at all. "soobin?". he hums in response. "did you hear me? I just said I got a promotion and a raise". he nods his head. "yeah I heard you". you throw your hands down at your sides, getting pissed. "so? you're not going to be happy for me?". he leans his hands on the counter giving you a deathly stare. "you don't ever think before you take things? like honestly. how are you going to manage several locations that are much too far from the house? that position is too much". he said annoyingly. you couldn't believe he was being like this. "it's a position that's going to get me closer to the position I really want to be in. why are you turning this into something negative?". he continues stirring, "because it is. it's a dumb decision".

╰┈➤ yeonjun --- as soon as you guys started this type of relationship you agreed it would be a strictly friends with benefits type of deal. no romance or anything of that sort. just sex. good enough sex to satisfy you both throughout your stressors of life. you couldn't get enough of yeonjun and he couldn't get enough of you. he knew exactly how to handle you. but as yeonjun came and went from tour to tour around the world, you had kids. two of them. and it was getting difficult by the day caring for them by yourself and taking in all the finanical responsibility especially if their father was a pop star. yes, yeonjun was their father and you had yet to tell him. in order to cover things up you told him you were screwing around with one of your exes, which yeonjun didn't really care about since he was only with you just for the sex anyways. well, that's mainly what scared you. he didn't care about you or your life, just sex with you. it was the weekend just before yeonjun was scheduled to go on another tour again, and after another session with him he had fallen asleep beside you. money was getting tight and you were on the verge of almost losing your home due to caring for the kids. you decided that it was time he knew, so that he could at least help you. you shook him gently until his eyes fluttering open. "yeonjun? we need to talk". he rubs his eyes and yawns. "about?". you bit the sides of your tongue nervously. "i haven't been honest with you". you admitted, leaving yeonjun to immediately give you a heart wrenching stare that gave you goosebumps. that was another thing about yeonjun. he had a temper equivalent to a lion's roar. "what are you talking about?". you breathed. "those kids? that I told you were from my ex...they're not. they're yours. I had them while you were touring and I hid most of my pregnancy from you and I'm sorry. I'm struggling to raise them alone and I really need a father figure to help me with this". he immediately exhales and facepalms himself in distress. "why are you just now telling me this shit?". "I was scared of what you were going to say". "you don't just drop that on someone. especially while I'm in the midst of another tour-- i can't do this right now". he grabs his shirt and wrestles it over his head. "where are you going?". "I'm leaving. I have to deal with this when I'm ready to deal with it". he lifts himself off the bed and you panic when he walk towards the door. "yeonjun I'm telling you I need help I can't do this alone". he doesn't even look at you before he shuts the door behind himself. "I have to go".

╰┈➤ beomgyu --- "well I think this house is perfect for you both and I can't wait to see you two moving in it". you nodded at your realtor, doing the last walk around in the home you and beomgyu dreamt of having. you wished he could've been here, the moment you guys were finally going to pay the closing costs and settle things just before moving in. but unfortunately he told you that he had to work almost all day today and he wouldn't have the time. you thought this was kind of a special moment but you didn't want to make such a fuss about it. you instead did things on your own, pooling out your wallet to pay the money that would make you and beomgyu home owners. but once you unzipped your wallet you realized that every wad of cash that you held within it was gone. your stomach churned at the sight, not believing this was happening to you at this moment. you gave a nervous chuckle at your realtor, doing another search through your purse trying to figure out if it dropped in there perhaps. you could've sworn it was in your wallet beforehand. looking through your purse hadn't helped, you could only find a couple of old crumpled dollar bills. what was once the most happiest moment of your life quickly became the most embarrassing. and to make matters worse you recalled that beomgyu had been spending more than usual lately, thousands at a time in fact and claiming that it was for work. nothing made you more angry than being embarrassed like that in front of your realtor and possibly loosing the home, most of this anger is the anger that you unleashed on beomgyu as soon as he walked in the door that night. "so what the fuck gyu? what the fuck was that today?". he kicked his shoes off at the door tiredly. "what are you talking about?". he asks even though he knew already. he expected this to happen."you know that house that we already started buying? yeah the closing fee had to be paid today and you knew that. where did all that money go?! why the fuck are you spending so much money?! that was the house that we always wanted". "I didn't spend the money. I don't know what your problem is, blaming me when you're the one being irresponsible". "you're a liar! that closing money was in my wallet for weeks. now all of a sudden when I'm about to spend it it's gone. you have bad spending habits and lately they've gotten worse. where's the fucking money gyu?". he said nothing, just continued walking passed you and getting ready for bed like you weren't even there. he knew what he spent the money on. strippers and explicit services from different women. but that was the last thing he was going to tell you. you swallowed hard and continued speaking. your cheeks burned with fury. "and to top it all off you knew I wanted that house to be ours so we can build a family and start our life in it. why do you do fucked up shit and just not care?". he finally shifted his attention towards you, looking more mellow than anything else. "you need to calm down. alright? I didn't spend it. and if anything, we can find a house somewhere else. it isn't that serious and you need to stop blaming me for everything".

╰┈➤ taehyun --- it always got like this when taehyun was drunk. and taehyun drank pretty often. he wasn't a stranger to liquor and that's what made you most afraid when he got a hold of any. especially on a night like this. your job was having a banquet in celebration of your boss and you were required to attend. you bought a beautiful gown for yourself and of course a lot of expensive makeup and jewelry. you wanted to look your absolute best since almost every executive you could name would be there. but unfortunately taehyun was home, drinking and watching you get ready. he winced at the burning sensation of the liquor slithering down his throat. "where do you think you're going?". you could see him through your long mirror, looking like a drunken mess. his eyes were hazed and he didn't really look like himself. not the sweetheart taehyun that you once knew, the one that used his funny and romantic personality to reel you in the beginning. "I'm going to a banquet taehyun. it's for my boss and I can't be late". he swallows and takes another look at you. "you think you're going anywhere looking like that? what? are you planning on leaving me?". you should've. you should've left him a long time ago as soon as he started to show signs and you knew it. "It's a banquet taehyun. I have to look my best. I can't be looking crazy in front of everyone". he did that fake laugh that you hated. "stop being a liar. you think you're leaving me, and I'm not letting that happen". you shake your head. "don't start this. not tonight. I told you I have somewhere to be and I'm telling the truth. If I were leaving you I would've been gone already". he gives another throaty laugh before taking another swig of his drink. he was nothing like you thought he was when you first met him. "please. you would've been gone already? do you really think there's people out there that want you?". you snapped your head back at him in shock. "what?". "I said do you really think there's people out there that want you? you're lucky that you even have me. you haven't left me not because you don't want to, but because you can't". you clenched your jaw tightly in a fit of rage. "what?". he smirked. he liked whenever he hit a nerve with you. "you heard me. you made me like this. drinking all the time and shit. you drive me crazy. you see how much you've ruined me? you're a toxic piece of shit and no one else is going to put up with you".

╰┈➤ kai --- you both talked about this already. way before your relationship had even started heuning assured that he was completely fine with it. you had a son from your previous boyfriend and kai offered to care for him even though he wasn't exactly his. your son wasn't the problem but it was your ex that drove kai up a wall. he hated the way that your ex was still in love with you. he hated the way he looked at you. he hated the way he talked to you, sweet, and almost as if he was trying his absolute best to win your heart back. what you didn't know about kai was that his jealousy streak was far beyond anything you could ever imagine. so much that he wouldn't even be able to stomach the thought of you with someone else. or you having friends even, taking away the time you could've been spending with him. his jealousy went to unbearable lengths, most of which you haven't seen because he hid this trait from you. it was your son's third birthday, you were throwing a party from him in the backyard of your home. it was the cutest thing kai had ever saw and he wanted to just jump in the bouncy houses along with the kids. but instead, your boyfriend put his childlike traits away and steadily watched you and the father of your child talking across the yard. he couldn't tell what the conversation was about but he saw the man smiling. it didn't take much for kai to make assumptions and as of now he assumed he was flirting with you yet again. he approached the both of you, sliding his arm around your waist and kissing you on your cheek right in front of him. he could see the anger simmering in the man's eyes but kai didn't care. he does that smile that he does for everyone. the smile that made him look like an innocent child "baby I think jae had an accident in the bouncy house", kai informed you. you hurried to the child's aid just like he wanted, leaving him and the man alone. kai reaches into his back pocket and discreetly flicks up his blade, pushing it against the man's clothed stomach. the man's eyes grew large at the sudden threat. kai smirked at his fear. his smile faded and his eyes grew incredibly dark. "flirt with my fiancé again and I promise this blade will go straight through you".

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하나. chanel : part two — 1.7k words

TURN.

The lights in the shop lowered in their intensity, and Ahyeong gasped, drawing in heavy breaths of air as her limbs finally moved of her own accord, bending low to clutch her knees and balance herself when she slightly stumbled.

"Are you okay?" Wangja the Shop Owner asked, concerned about the sudden change in demeanor.

"I,"— Ahyeong found herself at a loss for words, what was happening to her?— "I don't know."

An abnormal lucid dream, she thought, that was what she was experiencing. One in which she was aware of her made-up fantasy world but couldn't control her speech and actions at times.

It was like the dream itself had a script of its own.

Huh. Maybe that was it. She just had to follow the script.

"Umm... I think I should get going," she mumbled, hoping her hunch was right.

Wangja looked a bit disappointed that he couldn't carry on the conversation, but nodded in agreement. The sleek black car outside that he had spotted while coming in was probably her driver waiting on her.

Suho was still coughing on their way out, and upon the two shooting concerned looks at him he merely ignored them, gaining his composure and zooming past them and into the dimly lit night in his mildly flustered state.

As Ahyeong stepped into the cold night air, she saw her family's personal car, finding Driver Kwon sitting in front of the wheel through the tinted windows.

Her family and acquaintances must be the same as before then.

"Well, do come by often," Wangja said, handing her the copy of Shiver that she had been sifting through previously, and when Ahyeong looked at him confusedly, he winked, "as an insurance that you do visit, I'm letting you borrow it. Remember, the shop's policy only lets you borrow items for two weeks. Any more and you'll have to compensate."

The girl tucked the comic under her elbow, amused at his antics as if she'd known him for a long time, and said without thinking, "Does ramyeon work as compensation?"

The shop owner grinned, "Aye, you know me so well. Now go. Your driver is giving me the creeps with his glare."

Ahyeong chuckled at that. Driver Kwon was rather overprotective over the Song siblings and got suspicious of anyone who got within six feet of them, even the people the two kids had explicitly stated were their friends.

Bidding Wangja goodbye, Ahyeong slipped into the leather seats of the car, fastening the seatbelt around herself as was the clearly stated rule by the person in front of her who turned the key as soon as she got in, revving the engine before taking off into the night and to, presumably, her home.

Ahyeong paused at the front door, looking at the front lawn with puzzled eyes.

Why did it look even more extravagant than it was on a usual day?

The flowers were in full bloom despite spring having passed months ago, the garden lights were still switched on, illuminating the finely-trimmed shrubs and foliage, and the cars were displayed out in the open instead of being in the garage.

It was as if someone was trying to make a drawing of a picturesque rich household, perfect in every aspect with next to no flaws in its design.

The mahogany doors opened abruptly, halting her thoughts, and the housemaid, Eunjung, hurriedly ushered her in, putting slippers in front of the girl's feet as she toed her shoes off.

"Why were you out so late? It's past curfew. Thank goodness Mrs. Song hasn't returned from work yet, or you would've been in trouble," she fussed.

Trouble with her mother? That was odd. That never happened because Ahyeong usually informed Eunjung of where she was going, and her mother didn't really mind if she was out past curfew as long as she had alerted someone of coming in late.

"I'll prepare your dinner while you wash up. Do you want to eat at the table or should I bring it to your room upstairs?"

"My room, if it's not too much trouble."

Eunjung waved her hands, dismissing her, and scurried off to the kitchen while Ahyeong headed up the stairs to the West Wing of the house where her bedroom resided.

Contrary to what she thought, her room had not been what she expected.

It was littered with cardboard boxes and suitcases, most of them unpacked and organized but there still being enough to do that the floor looked messy.

Ahyeong remembered her involuntary words back at Prince Comics.

So her family moved to Seoul in this dream?

From where though? She's never lived anywhere else other than this city.

Oh well, too bad. There was no use dwelling on it. Her dream would end as soon as she would go to sleep and wake up anyway.

But her nagging mind urged her to clean her room up, and despite knowing that her efforts may be in vain she obliged, and by the end of the hour, her room looked just as it had been in real life.

Setting her towel by the bathroom rack to dry, Ahyeong sat down in front of her desk in her pajamas, where the maid had spread out a variety of steaming dishes on fine china while she had been tidying up.

Leave it to Eunjung to make mouth-watering food for any time of the day.

Just as she raised her spoon to eat the seaweed soup, her door swung open.

Gilyeong stood by the threshold, racing to her and shoving his phone in her face, a rather horrible picture of a mangled body on its screen.

"What the-" Ahyeong dropped her utensils with a clang, pushing the device away from her face with a disgusted expression and glaring at her brother, who giggled mischievously, "I'm trying to eat, you gremlin. Don't make me lose my appetite."

"It's payback for the time you showed me a clip of a gutted person when I was trying to eat pat-bingsu. Now get a taste of your own medicine, grinch," Gilyeong laughed evilly, shoving his phone into Ahyeong's eyesight as she tried to stop him from ruining her eyes in front of her food.

Even in dreams, her brother was as nasty as they came.

"You evil little-" Ahyeong wrestled the phone out of his hands, making the younger Song frown and whine at her to give it back to him, and got an idea as she glanced at the shelf on top of her desk.

"If you promise to behave yourself this week, I'll let you borrow that," she said, pointing at the Junji Ito comic that Wangja had let her borrow.

Gilyeong looked up, and his eyes glimmered in anticipation as he jumped up to grab it from the shelf.

"Woah, where did you get this from?" He exclaimed as he started to peruse the pages, "It was out of stock in every bookstore I dragged you to."

"I got it from a hippie who starred in a drama," she smirked at her brother's puzzled face , "so, do we have a deal?"

She raised her hands as she said so.

Her brother looked up at her suspiciously, eyes narrowed in contemplation, then nodded briefly, "deal."

He raised his palms, meeting Ahyeong's halfway as they did their Handshake of Temporary Truce.

Yes, they had different handshakes for a whole list of situations.

"But you still have to pay up for your flinches from yesterday and now," he drawled while walking out of her room.

Wait, yesterday?

"What do you mean the flinch from yesterday?"

Gilyeong stopped midway and turned around, confused.

"Don't tell me you've been getting amnesia too. We were at the restaurant yesterday with Mum and Dad's investors, remember?"

With that ominous comment, he stepped out, shutting the door behind him.

Sunlight peeked through the half-open blinds, beaming on Ahyeong's face as she woke up and looked around her room, same as ever.

What a crazy dream.

She remembered it as clear as day.

But it was over and done with, and she was in reality now.

For a moment she pondered how she had gotten into her bed, but then trashed the thought. One of her parents had probably carried her here when she had fallen into a deep sleep in the lobby of the restaurant.

She got up, picking up her phone to look at the day and time.

It was around 8 on a Sunday morning, and Ahyeong yawned, kicking off her blanket to freshen up. She woke up too early for a weekend.

Deciding to explore the city for the day, she changed into a button-up and denim trousers, picking up a set of Doc Martens on her way out for breakfast.

"What's new this mornin', gremlin," she greeted Gilyeong while running down the stairs, who sat by the couch reading something, its cover blocked out of her eyesight.

She slightly tripped on the last two steps and hit her knee on the railing, hissing in pain and lightly hopping towards the dining table.

"Good morning, Eunjung-ssi," Ahyeong smiled through her discomfort at the maid, in complete contrast to the way she greeted her brother, and he scowled at her from his spot but didn't say anything.

Eunjung rolled her eyes in good nature at the sibling's antics, all too used to it, "Good morning to you too."

She set down two servings of rice, soup, and a variety of side dishes for breakfast, and the siblings came to sit at the dining table.

As Ahyeong scooped up a spoonful of rice, she saw Gilyeong putting down his book, finally spotting its cover.

She paused.

"Hey, dongsaeng, how did you get that?" She said as she pointed at the copy of Shiver.

The young Song stopped eating, pointing a fake grin at her.

"From the grinch who got it from a hippie who starred in a drama."

This was not a dream.

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๛Starting our Future

Gif by @jeojungguk

Pairing: poly!BTS x girlfriend!reader

Warnings: hardcore fluff at the end, baby talk

Words: 2000+

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๛匕he one where everything changes∙ꨄ

ㄚou sighed heavily, as you scrolled through all the new feed on your Instagram channel. Since you and the boys had the talk, it seemed like everyone around you wanted to provoke you by getting a baby first.

First, the boys' stylist and your close friend, Jina, announced that she and her husband would expect baby within the next weeks. Then your co-worker, Jisoo, found out three months ago, that she was pregnant with a small baby boy and lastly, your cousin dropped the baby-bomb 6 weeks ago.

Of course, you were more happy for all of them, but somehow it made you sad at the same time, that all these people were about to start a family by their own, a wish you had for a long time. So four weeks ago, you had decided to start to bring up the baby-topic to your 7 boyfriends.

They were surely speechless in the first moment. Of course, it hadn't been the first time the eighth of you talked about your future plans, but this time they knew it was serious to you. You were more passionated when you told them about your friends having babies, or how your eyes would tear up when you talked about how you wanted to take care of a baby of your own.

That was until your heard the sentence you hoped so badly to not hear: "We are on the peak of our careers"

Boom.

Like someone rammed his fist into your stomach.

You didn't show them how much this sentence hurt you. Instead, you smile and told them that it was fine, and that you could understand the dilemma they were in, which you indeed understood.

You knew how much the boys loved going on stage, performing in front of people and just enjoying their free life. So, you found yourself accepting the fact, the you would not carry your own baby within the next 5 years.

Why 5 years, you're probably asking yourself right now? Well, today was the day the boys would sign their contract to continue BTS for another 5 years.

5 years of concerts and world tours. 5 years of them staying up till late at night to work on new music. 5 year of them being not able to take care of a helpless baby.

Boom.

Like someone punched you into the stomach, again.

And harder.

It hurt, but you couldn't be mad at them. They had honestly told you their concerns and worries, and you had to respect this. After all, you couldn't force them to make you a baby, and after all, you didn't want to be the one, who had a baby and was sitting home alone, because you husbands were touring all over the world. And lastly, you didn't want to be the one who destroyed their dreams.

So you decide to wait for them to be ready, don't matter how long it would take, and even though you know it would be hard.

You sighed again while you turned off you phone, before throwing it onto the couch. A look at the clock told you, that you husbands of 2 years would be home every minute. You thought about cooking something special for the to celebrate their contract extension, but the you guessed that they would already had ordered a table at your favourite restaurant.

Mentally, you already strolled through the restaurant's menu, when you heard the familiar clicking of the front door, followed by friendly and joking voices.

Unwillingly, a smile came up you face. You had been together for more than five years now, and had been married for almost two years, but every time they walked into the room, it was like you saw them for the first time again. Their auras lighted up the room, and every time you ask yourself how you deserve to be their girl.

Jimin was the first one to spot you standing at the kitchen counter. The corners of his mouth rase up immediately, and his eyes formed the two beautiful half moons you madly fell in love with.

"Aaeeiinn (Honey)!" He called out before he closed the distance between the two of you, by wrapping his arms around your way smaller body and spinning you around.

You giggled and laughed wildly, as he sat your feet back down on the floor and covered your face in small kisses.  You weakly tried to pull away from him, even though the both of you knew that you enjoyed this kind of affection.

"Jimin, let go of her." You heard Jungkook's soft voice beside you. "I want to kiss her, too."

He kept nudging and pulling onto the fabric of your (Namjoon's) shirt, until Jimin finally let go of your waist. The taller boy slide his hands up onto your body, and placed them under your armpits to lift you up. Loosing the footing, your wrapped your legs around Jungkook's slim waist, and wrapped your arms around his neck.

„Hello, na sarang (my love)." He whispered as he nudged his nose against yours, giving you an Eskimo kiss. "I missed you today."

"I missed you too, Kookie." You whispered against his soft lips, before pressing your own lips onto his.

One by one, the boys entered the kitchen, giving you sweet kisses, hugs or lifts as their very own way of saying 'hello' and 'I missed you', but you loved everything about it.

While Jungkook would always lift you up into his arms, Namjoon was always the one to pull you closer to his chest and bending down towards you height, to kiss you with his soft lips, and Yoongi would be the one to cup your face in his larger hands to kiss you, while his thumbs would stroke your cheeks.

But somehow, something was odd about their kisses today. They were more...passionated and somehow too intensive for just saying 'hello'.

Those kind off kisses, you usually share when you are in bed together, or when you haven't seen each other in a very long time. You thought about it for a second, but then decided to not complain about it.

That was until you pulled away from Taehyung's lips, and saw all the other 6 boys looking at you with loving and smirking eyes.

"Heeeyy!" You called out when Tae suddenly sat you onto the counter top. You looked at all of them suspiciously. "What is going on with you, guys? Did you break something? Oh no....you did break something, don't you? What is...."

"Shhhh." You were stopped in you mid-sentence when Hobi stepped forward and put a finger to your lips. "Just listen to what we are going to tell you."

Your left eyebrow cocked up when Jin took both of your hands up to his hands and pressing a kiss onto them. He the turned around and grabbed something from Yoongi's hands, before pushing it into yours.

"What is this?" You asked confused as you looked at the pile of paper in your hands, that Jin had gestured you to read.

You shoved the numerus sheets of papers around your hands, trying to get what was written onto them. The first thing you read was the headline:

"Contract for the extension of 'Bangtan Sonyeondan' (2021-2026), under the leadership of BigHit Entertainment"

"Look at the last page." Jimin gestured for you, as you flick through the pages.

You felt your heart skip a beat, when you took a closer look at the last side of the contract, where you saw 10 lines, each one with a name under it.

The first 2 lines were signed by the two highest leader of the company, the third one was signed by the boys' manager, Sejin, and the last 7 lines were...not signed, but crossed?

It took you a while to understand what finally understand what that meant. You mouth hung open slightly, as you looked at your seven boyfriends in front of you.

"Why didn't you sign the contract?" You gasped shocked, while you looked again at the sheet of paper to make sure you weren't tricked by your brain. "Oh my god, you quit BTS? Why would you do this? Why did you...why? I don't understand. And why are you grinning like this?"

You mind was racing with questions. The boys just quit their future, their passion, and they were just smiling about it. You didn't know what was going on with them, because the boys who left the apartment this morning would have done anything to keep BTS together as long as possible.

"You are right, yeobo (darling)." Namjoon laid a hand on your knees as he looked into your eyes. "There will be no BTS anymore, and that's okay, because we want it like this."

"But why?" You whispered, laying your hand on top of his.

"The boys and I – " He pointed at the rest of your husbands, who had sat down around the kitchen counter. "We had many talks over the last few weeks. About you, and us, and our future and everything that includes our lives, together."

He emphasised the last word, as he winked his eyebrows at you.

"We just thought about what you said about us starting a family and finally settling

down – " You eyes lighted up as you realized what he was talking about. "We just – we were a little bit overwhelmed when you suddenly came up with you wanting to try for a baby, that we just rejected you. But we talked about this after our conversation and we – fuck – we want this too, jagi (darling)."

"But you love BTS." You whispered again, as a tear slide down your cheek, dripping onto your shirt.

"But we love you more." This time, it was Jin to talk. He stood up from the barstool he was sitting on, and made his way over to you. He then lifted his hand and whipped the streaming tear off of you cheeks. "We love what we're doing with BTS, but every story has to end at some point. We feel like it is the time right now to start a new chapter of our life, just the eighth of us."

He leaned down and pressed his lips onto your wet and salty lips. You were so overwhelmed in this moment, that all kind of emotions rushed through your body.

On the one hand, you wanted to be mad at them for giving up there careers for you and your outbursts of emotions, but on the other hand you just wanted to ripped their clothes off of their bodies and drag them to bed with you.

"Are you crazy?!" You suddenly spoke loudly at them (mostly at Jin because he stood in front of you), as you push Jin away from you. Somehow, you felt mad right now, so you began to slightly hit his chest with each following word. "You. Just. Quit. Your. Future. You. Idiots!"

When you stopped, you grabbed Jin by the collar of his shirt to pull him down until your lips smacked against each other.

"You are crazy." You whispered again as you leaned your forehead against his. "You idiots, I love you so much."

Big hands made their way over your hips from the side, when you suddenly were pulled away from the dark haired boy in front of you. You easily slide over the edge of the marbled counter top until the next boy stood between your legs.

"We love you more." Yoongi whispered as he captured your lips with his.

You were so caught up in the kiss, that you forgot the other boys around you.

"Jaaaagggiiii!" You heard Jimin and Jungkook whining beside you. "You wanted a baby! Let's make one. Now."

The maknae line was already pulling and grabbing the oversized shirt you were wearing, wanting to shove it over your head. You grew more and more impatient, as all the hands were roaming over your body, teasing all the right parts.

You disconnected your lips from Yoongi's and pushed him back slightly, before jumping off of the counter. You grabbed Taehyung by the hand and began to drag him behind you, as you made your way over to the bedroom, followed by the other boys.

You and your husbands spend the next weeks at home, making love whenever there was a free minute to bridge.

And well, what should you say, 12 months later, you held your firstborn baby-girl in your arms.

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So this is my first poly!BTS story. I think it is quite cute.

Let me know when you like it.

But don’t worry, BTS will still be existing until 2026, so we have still 5 years left to drool over them!

By the way: If you like The Maze Runner, you can visit my Wattpad account (20__moonchild__20). I am working on a story.

Stay healthy and safe!

Mꨄ

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[barsformars]

Expectations

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g - angst, comfort(?)

p - yunho x reader

w.c - 1.2k

t.w - (self doubt?)

c - compliments can give people strength but the future expectations that come with it can weigh one down and cause one to beat themselves up just because of a small hump in their journey; tldr -> yunho's mentally and physically exhausted.

a.n - hihi! just a piece i wrote late last night because,, thoughts. i hope everyone remembers to be gentle on yourselves, and like my dad always tells me (and now what i tell others): challenge yourself but within your own personal limits. it’s okay to be disappointed in yourself if you truly think you could have done better but if it is because you didn’t live up to other people’s expectations of you then fuck them! the more you blame yourself because of that the blurrier the line between self satisfaction and satisfying other people will be. 

t.l - @closer-stars @jeongyunhoed @fromercury

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His feet dragged across the floor all the way to your bedroom where he finally allowed himself to completely let go and release all the tension in his sore aching muscles as he falls onto your bed, it is rare that he gets to do so without having to first check whether San was in the top bunk or if any other members were following him into the room, and it's already rare enough that he feels like this. It's not that he didn't like to be vulnerable in front of them, he just couldn't bring himself to whenever it boiled down to this same problem he was facing right now because he knew that it would shake the team's confidence and energy for at least the next week. Words like "because Yunho can grasp the choreography really well really quickly, we feel assured," and, "we are always grateful that we can rely on him," they do give him strength to continue working hard, but sometimes, it's nothing more than a heavy burden placed on him, felt like an ankle weight was tied to his feet, preventing him from executing the footwork properly.

As those words replayed in his head — a reminder that he should probably be spending this time doing something more productive, that he should be using this time to clean up his dance moves because at least one person would be coming to him for help tomorrow — Yunho shrinks as he curls into the fetal position, the heels of his palms pressed against his eyes. Even with his body closed up like that, he still felt like he was going to fall apart if anything or anyone gave him even the gentlest of a nudge, this was already the best he could manage in holding himself together.

Yunho knows that this was not the end of the world, no one was going to blame him for not having perfected the choreography already, no one was going to be disappointed that he couldn't help them either, in fact Hongjoong would probably tell him: "It's alright! We can all learn it together slowly and patiently, we will get it eventually." And Yeosang, who has always been the best at footwork, will probably be more than happy to lead the dance practice yet again. Yunho knows, but he can't stop himself from feeling like he wasn't doing his best. If only his body could withstand a little more...

His palms are now warm and wet, without warning, and without a sound. No shaking shoulders, no shuddering breaths, no tightness in his throat, no burning sensation in his nose, the tears just flowed down silently and slowly, whether he liked it or not. Yunho stays frozen in that position for a little while as he let his tears do whatever they wanted because if he even had enough energy to wipe them away he would rather conserve it so he could get to the kitchen and pour himself a glass of water. And when he removes his hands away from his face, he heard the front door opening and shutting, and just the thought of being in your warmth almost caused him to burst into tears again.

You noticed Yunho's shoes thoughtlessly kicked to one side and how his bag was randomly dropped in the middle of the hallway, and your heart ached for him. You already knew that he wasn't feeling good because Yunho was always honest about the reasons he wanted to visit you for, and while it wasn't your first time seeing him feeling down, this was just...bad. You quickly made your way to your room where you knew he would be, and when your eyes met his swollen ones, there was no need for spoken words, not yet at least. So you put your bag down onto the floor and sat yourself down on the edge of the bed, allowing him to lay his head on your lap. Your fingers were already caressing his hair, that honestly still felt a little moist, an evidence along with his slightly sticky skin that he had spent quite some time in the dance studio earlier on. It worries you, because Yunho almost never gets this stressed out when it came to dance, or did he perhaps dance to get his mind off whatever it was?

Yunho's eyes are closed just like when he was alone a little earlier, but this time his tears stay trapped behind his eyelids, though his nose ached a lot more now. "Do you want some water?" You asked, hearing how he was starting to sniffle. He sat up (very stiffly) and you took it as a yes, your toes already pulling your bag closer within reach so you could pull out your bottle of water.

"Do you want to talk about it? Or is me being here enough for now, or do you just need some alone time?"

Yunho scrunches his eyebrows as he gulped down a large mouthful of water, it was much more painful than he remembers it being the last time he had a good cry. He opens his mouth to speak, and then he hesitates for a little, blinking multiple times as if trying to piece the words together in his head. You don't pressure him.

"I just think I'm being stupid right now, I know what I'm feeling is so dumb and irrational but I can't stop myself from feeling like this. I know if my body is this exhausted it must mean that I did indeed gave it my all, but I can't stop feeling that I could have been more productive. I don't mind being this tired as much as I do about not feeling like I did my best. And I can't help but feel like I'm not doing anything to contribute to the team right now. If I can't even get those steps down, then I don't deserve the 'main dancer' title, and I don't deserve having the members looking up to me."

You suddenly felt guilty for thinking that there was no way Yunho would get this distressed over dance, thoughts and expectations like this from everyone who knew him probably contributed to the growing expectations that he felt pressured to meet. Of course even Yunho would face problems when it came to executing certain moves, he may be a very good dancer but there is no dancer out there, anywhere, who could master every technique of every genre of dance there was. People forget that dancers are always constantly learning, heck, everyone is constantly learning as they go on in life, mistakes are allowed.

"It's not stupid, Yunho. Your feelings are valid, everyone wants to be the best version of themselves but, Yunho, a moon is still a moon in all of its phases. Just because you're struggling with a few dance steps does not mean that you are not a good dancer, or a reliable member to your other members. You are still you, and with time, you will master those moves and shine brightly like you always have. Besides, you are not just the 'main dancer', you are also a good vocalist, a positive influence, and most importantly, a human."

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[altagraye]

Faith  miniseries (part 1)

**T. W.!!: self harm, suicidal thoughts, self doubt, sad reader.

*this is my first xreader ever so i hope it aint sloppy. 💋

There were very few things that scared the Winchesters but tonight their fear was palpable. Most of the time they were passive and observant. Even Dean didn't want to open that can of worms. Ever since that hunt a few weeks ago, the one no one talked about on the 2 day drive home, something with you has been wrong. Like you got your wires crossed and you haven't been the same since. It has been gradual, like watching someone sinking in quicksand or dying of cancer.  

You weren't stupid, you could tell that they have been distantly observing you as if you had a ticking time bomb strapped to your torso at all times. You noticed the change of mood in the kitchen when you'd finally gotten yourself out of bed to grab a cup of coffee. It's like your presence sucked the life out of a room, much like a Dementor from Harry Potter. You didn't know which hurt more, the deafening silence, the obvious coaxed smiles from Sam, or the steady stares from Dean when your back was turned. Sometimes when you were awake enough, you heard the brothers arguing about something, you'd tricked yourself to overhear certain words in their heated arguments, and convinced yourself they hadn't been arguing about you. But they clearly were.  

Cas, the usual flat faced stoic of the Bunker had twinges of concern in his oceanic orbs. Were you that messed up? That a fuckin' angel was concerned about you? What the hell happened? It started with that hunt. That much you know, right? Maybe it started before that? When it did sink in, you started to spend much more time cooped up in your room. You liked the softness of your bed and the warmth of your bed-covers. Suddenly you didn't want to go...anywhere. You spent your days sleeping and struggling to keep your eyes open enough to hear what Sam had conjured up about a potential case. The nights, those were the worst though. In the night you couldn't get to sleep if you tried. And that was when you felt most alone. You hated being awake, if you were awake you were thinking. And thinking means remembering just how much of a screw up you knew you were.

Team Free Will just came back from a hunt which you had to pull teeth just to get to stay in the confines of the Bunker. It had been a few days. You don't remember the last time you ate. Was it when you ate the second to last slice of apple pie in the middle of the night when your insomnia was at its peak? Or was that this evening when you woke up to a grumbling stomach that you couldn't ignore, so you quelled it with warm chicken broth. You didn't feel deserving enough to eat solid food today. Your lips were cracked and severely chapped even though you knew you kept your lip balm in the bedside table, within reach. Your long hair is disheveled in its bun and you can't stop sneezing because you forgot to take your medicine today, again. What a failure. You can't take care of yourself. It would be so much better if you could just lay down in your bed and sleep. Sleep and dream, forever.  

Face it, the Winchesters are so much better without you. Dean doesn't need you burdening him. He would only have to carry your dead weight around on cases. You can't even muster up the courage to walk up to houses and round up info on the local legends, doing door-to-door sweeps. What in all Hell makes you think Dean could be attracted to someone, some frail little girl trapped in the past? You weren't his type anyhow, a plus-sized book worm didn't turn him on. How could it? You saw his porno-mags. Those girls were, perfection. Miles away from what you were. They were tall, sculpted shades of golden skin. They were the definition of success, confidence, beauty. Qualities you'd convinced yourself you weren't. You saw their type in multiple bartenders that you painfully watched Dean flirt with. From your table at the bar, it stung to see Dean's pearly whites brighten in the lights of the illuminated bar. His expression full of child-like glee, effortless and innocent. Sam was next to you for protection, his face buried in his tablet searching diligently through lore and articles of missing peoples.  

You shuffle your feet audibly into the kitchen. Even though you don't feel like eating, you need to eat at least a sandwich in Dean's presence. The brothers were sipping beer at the table in the kitchen while you fixed yourself a wimpy pb & j. Sitting down at the very edge of the metal table you stared for a long moment at your sandwich. I hate this, it's making me sick to even look at food, you think to yourself. You take a bite and chew slowly, wanting so hard to spit it out. You're too fat already. Why do you eat in the first place? Those thoughts stew in your head as you notice the Winchester brothers are staring at you. You notice someone is talking to you but it doesn't register. You swallow the bite unwillingly, closing your eyes like you had just done something terrible.  

"Y/N? Earth to Y/N?" You recognize the husk in the voice to be Dean's. You flinch and look at him, wishing immediately you hadn't stared into those perfect green orbs. The expression on his face let you know that he knew there was definitely something wrong with you. God you're such a freak. You drag your tongue on your left canine, the one that has always been particularly sharp. Feeling a cold sweat begin to drip down your neck, you start to panic. You drop your sandwich on its plate and rise from your seat. You need the sanctuary of your messy bedroom, the softness of the mattress. You need the coolness of the sheets. Your small feet tap the tile of the floor beneath you but you notice sound behind you that will your body to go faster. They were following after you.  

You'd never been more afraid that they'd find out what was in your head. That Dean would find out how you felt about him and about yourself. That can't be an option. You knew what would be next, what was inevitable. The dreaded talk. You finally reach the knob of your bedroom door, your palm slipping as you fumble with it from sweating. Just as they are about to reach you, you open the door and slam it shut behind you, locking it. You heart is racing against your chest. Locking the door isn't enough. So you barricade the door with your dresser. As you do so, you feel yourself breaking and hot tears flow down your face soaking into your hoodie.  

"Y/N?! C'mon, open the door." Sam says.

"Whatever it is we can talk about it. Y/N. Please?" Dean's tone is almost unlike him. You'd only ever heard him use this kind of tone with children who were in the midst of trauma from an awry hunt. Is that what he thought of you as? A wounded child in need of coddling? Or maybe even worse, a wounded animal.

You don't answer and there is a long pause. You need relief and release in the only way you know how. You rummage through your bedside table drawer and find a thin hunting knife, the one Dean gave you a few years ago. Your first gift from him. You pull down the fleece-like fabric of your sweatpants to reveal scars, left over from self-inflicted pain, years gone by. They were raised and pink lines. They wouldn't understand. You hear thudding from the other side of your door, that can only mean the brothers are getting more desperate, using their bodyweight to try and get inside.  

"Y/N!!" Dean yells for you in between the thudding.  

"GO AWAY!" You yell as you drag the sharpness across your skin. Red bubbles up from the cut and for a few seconds you feel relief. But it doesn't stop the pain. You cry more, sobbing uncontrollably. The salty tears blurring your vision until they spill over staining your cheeks. You need more, so you add more cuts, one by one. Oddly you chuckled at your macabre artwork, thinking you just made your thigh look like a piece of lined paper. You start your work on the opposite thigh, digging in a little deeper with each line.  

You hear someone suck in a breath sharply. Someone was in the room with you. During your release, you never noticed the dresser move or the door opening. Looking up from your bloodied thighs you see Dean staring back at you. His blade still in your hand, red dripping down your skin and slipping into the pure white sheets.  

"Y/N? Hey, that's okay. Put the knife down, alright?" He said to you smiling at you flashing his bright white impeccable teeth, Sam in the background of your bedroom doorway with his hand clasped over his mouth in a blank stare. More tears sear themselves into your eyes and flood over. Your lips are quivering. You drop your knife released from your trembling hand, it thunks itself into the wooden floor below. You don't dare look back at Dean. You curl yourself up as best as possible granted the size of your stomach won't let you pull your knees to your chest.

You collapse onto your bed facing your pillows, you sob into them and hold one tight to your face in a feeble attempt to hide yourself. You feel Dean sit next to you on the bed, and he begins to stroke your back in soothing motions. His effortless acts of kindness make you break more. You feel the onset of a nasty headache forming, from the intensity of your sobbing. You can barely make out Dean telling Sam to bring a first aid kit and water. Dean shushes you and continues to stroke your back and your arm.

"You don't have to tell me anything. Just take deep breaths, 'kay? Here, I'll do it too." He breathes deep in and out, hard enough to be audible. Why was he so nice to me all of a sudden?? You begin to feel numb, and you weren't sure if this was from the emotional break down or the blood loss. Had you cut too deep this time? Sam returns with the first aid kit. You note its metal clink on the bedside table. You unbury your face from your pillow only to get a breath of fresh air. You don't look at Dean or Sam. You couldn't. Dean thanks his younger brother for the glass of water and the kit.  

"Can you give us a minute Sammy?" Dean asks.

"Sure. As long as you need." Sam confirms and you hear the heavy footed thuds of his boots exit your room. Dean does something that you don't expect. He lays down on his side, with you. Spooning up against your form. You mentally whack yourself in the head, he's getting his jeans all bloody, that you're sure of. He continues to stroke your arm softly. He hooks his chin into the nook of your shoulder.

"Whenever you're ready. I'm all ears." He tells you, the gentleness in his tone brings you to tears again. You weep silently. Was this really happening? You don't budge or say a word as sleep takes you over and you feel so amazingly content. You melt into the rhythmic breaths that Dean takes. The act soothes you into dreamland. For the first time in a while you think, I want to wake up to him next to me. And you swear you smile in your slumber.

End part 1.

*criticism is taken constructively.

*comments are golden.

#dean x reader #self doubt #mental health issues #plus sized reader #depression #suicidal thoughts #sad reader #fluff

[thedemisedroyal]

Dangerous Betrayal | TVD/TO

The Vampire Diaries & The Originals

AU Story

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 | 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓

𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝙾𝙽 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝚂𝙸𝚇!

I do not own the name of Scarlet Witch, nor anything involving her, I just really loved the name, it suits my characters. It belongs to Marvel and everyone on that side, I only own 'Esme' and her plot lines/storylines.

• E S M E •

"The one of all kinds.."

"The one that rules all.."

"The one who is darkness and light combined.."

Voices..that's all the girl heard as she was forced awake, it was nearly three o' clock in the morning, pitch black outside with everyone asked in the Gilbert household. Except for a stumbling Esme who was trying to make her way out the bedroom to call for help, but it was as if her body was controlling it against her will, driving her away.

Instead, she fell atop her desk, dropping books, papers, pens and pencils on the floor, making a lot of noise. She supported herself on the dark wood desk, her hands clenching the sides of the desk. Jordan looked up, the mirror that was attached showed the girl her reflection.

Her eyes were glowing a neon scarlet red, along with the same colored flares dancing around her hands. She tilted her head a bit, confused as to what was happening. It was a moment as if the world around her stopped, a light bulb turning on in her head,"Oh no." The goddess knew exactly what she was, or what Esme was. "Shit, shit, shit..you've got to be kidding me." She ranted, but her anger was swept away and relaxed by immense pain, she yelled in agony.

Her hands clenching even tighter, if possible, on the sides of her wooden desk, the sounds of snapping filled the room. Jordan fell to the ground, holding her head, letting go of the two, rather large, chunks of the desk she broke off from her inhuman strength. Jordan curled into a fetal position, clutching her head, opening her shut eyes, seeing the walls of her room covered int the same red scarlet flares that shined from her eyes and covered her hands.

That was the last thing she saw before she completely knocked out, welcoming the dark abyss.

***

"Esme!" The female voice echoed throughout the dizzy-headed girl, who was still in fetal position on the floor, beside her bed. "Esme! Get your butt down here! You said you would help me get ready for the Founder's Day Party!" The brunettes eyes slowly opened, taking in her surroundings, noticing the bright, shiny sun pouring into her room.

Jordan groaned, holding her head as she slowly lifted herself up from the ground, just sitting on her butt, looking around her room with widened eyes. It was completely wrecked and ruined, her bookshelf was on the floor, the books covering the room all over. Her hanging paintings were on the floor, slightly ripped and scratched. Her mirror on her desk was cracked all over, shards of glass scattering on the floor and desk beside her. Clothes that were perfectly hung in the closet and folded in her drawer, which was on the ground, were thrown into different places all over her room.

She got up from the floor, in complete distraught and shock,"What the fuck happened." Jordan cursed under her breath, walking around her. As she walked towards her curtains, where the sun shined through, her arms had hit the rays of sun, making her skin sizzle from the contact. "Shit!" She yelled, pulling the arm away, grabbing on to it as pain spread through her wound. Jordan looked at it, seeing the bubbling skin, that was literally smoking, heal within three seconds. "Woah." She whispered, she touched the healed wound, confused as to what happened.

Jordan slowly moved her hand to the rays once again, slightly shaking with anticipation. She sucked in a breath was she was once again burned with sunlight. Quickly pulling back, taking a deep breath, already seeing her hand healing. Jordan ran a hand through her hair, clearly frustrated, "Scarlet witch, really! You have to be fucking kidding me!" Jordan exclaimed, kicking her bed that soon flew across the room,"Oh!" She yelled, putting her hands around her mouth.

"Esme!" Elena yelled louder from downstairs, the girls eyes widened. "Sorry, coming!" She yelled back, looking around the room in fear. Jordan shook her head, just grabbing her thin jacket, and walking out the room but remembering to lock it on her way out. She walked down the stairs to see Bonnie and Elena in the kitchen, talking about nail polish, she plastered a smile and put on her act. "Ooh, la la. It looks like someone's getting all dolled up!" Esme spoke, Elena turned around from the sink, rolling her eyes at her sister.

Bonnie chuckled, putting down the two nail polishes she was holding,"Hey squeakers!" Esme stopped walking and glared at the Bennet,"Are you ever going to stop calling me that, branches?" The Gilbert playfully asked, Bonnie smiled but sent a soft glare,"Whenever you stop calling me branches!" Bonnie exclaimed, the two laughed and sent each other a smile.

Elena softly smiled,"You guys are so annoying." The eldest twin rolled her eyes, sitting down on her chair. "Shut it gillies." Bonnie and Esme said in unison, Elena glared at the two,"I thought we decided to forget that situation.." Elena muttered under her breath, the two shook their heads,"Never my dear sister, never." Esme sent a sarcastic smirk her way, sitting down as well.

***

Jordan blew air out of her mouth, annoyed by her current situation. She was expected to got to the Founders Day Party, with Bonnie, as the two were left by their fellow best friends, all alone. The two agreed on being each other's dates to the party, but Jordan had to make an excuse to being late, as if she walked in the sun she would be bacon, literally. She told the others that Jenna didn't want her to leave unless she cleaned her dirty room like she promised for the past week, but haven't done.

Luckily, in her case, her room was already dirty. With her desk broken, glass everywhere, clothes thrown across the room, her drawer on the floor and her bed across the damn room. And not only that but, she, or Esme, was a damn Scarlet Witch, probably the last one in this entire world. What was worse is that Jordan doesn't know how to control her powers, she may be one of the strongest creatures to walk this universe, but it had seem as if her knowledge within controlling her powers had completely left her mind, and she knew why.

The voices were messing with her, mainly Adira and Eila, who absolutely hate the girl. They had so much power of the goddess, and she was completely and utterly powerless. As for the past sixteen years of her new life, she was temporarily stripped of the Firstbeing power she owned. Without any knowledge on how to control it, but, Jordan did know some information about the Scarlet Witches that supposedly all died nearly thousands of years ago.

Unfortunately, with all this thinking, and like usual, the princess was lost in thought and didn't hear anything around her, especially not her door opening. She turned to face the door, seeing a scared Jenna, she furrowed a brow until she felt it. Power...surging through her entire body, she  lifted her hands, seeing the scarlet red flares wrapping around them. Jenna suddenly turned around and ran out of the door, before she could scream, Jordan appeared already in front of her, tackling her to the floor.

"Stop!" Jordan forced her down to the ground, holding Jennas wrist, who was still fighting. The two locked eyes, "Stop resisting me and listen?" Jordan exclaimed, and just like that, Jenna stopped, the goddess quirked a brow, "What?" She muttered,"You guys okay over there?" Elena shouted, her eyes widened in fear. "Yeah, stubbed my toe of the table!" The brunette yelled back, wincing a bit.

"Oh, okay." Elena bought the lie, Jordan let out a breath she was holding. She looked back at the aunt, remembering one of the powers these types of witches held were, as vampire, compulsion. Jordan looked Jenna right in the eye, her pulls dilating, "You won't remember this encounter, nothing within this hour. You'll go back downstairs and do whatever it was you were doing beforehand. When someone asks you where I am, you say.."

***

"Your sister is not leaving this house until she is done with that disgusting room of hers." Jenna playfully told, looking at the girl with a small smile, Esme rolled her eyes. "Don't worry, I'll get it finished and I will meet you lovely ladies at the party." Esme reassured her sister, aunt and fellow best friend, sending a sweet smile toward them. They nodded and grabbed their stuff, heading out the door, saying goodbye and heading to the party.

Jordan closed the front door, quickly checking around her surrounding before using her vampire-speed to her room. Closing her bedroom door and locking it, looking around her room to face the horrible mess.

She cleared her throat, putting her hands in front of her face, trying to concentrate. Slowly, the neon red flares surrounding her hands, the same color started to glow from her eyes as well. Without thinking, she shot the balls of power she held within her palm, to the ground.

The red flares covered the floor and made their way to the walls, and finally the ceiling. The power redesigned the room just how it was before. Shards of glass were gone, the bookshelves and the books it held were out nicely back together. Her bed was back in the middle of her room, nicely made, pillows fluffed and all. Even her desk that is usually messy with papers and notebooks, was organized, cleaned of dust, and the fairy lights that were around the mirror even worked again, though they went out months ago and Jordan was lazy to get the replaced Everything was absolutely perfect, maybe a few irks but she would get the hang of it.

Jordan's celebration was short-lived as a massive headache soared through her head, she clenched her eyes shut and supported herself on the wall nearby. "Woah." She rubbed her eyes and forehead to try and soothe the pain. "Really need to work on that." Jordan pushed off of the wall, steadying herself, opening her eyes to once more see the clean room.

She smiled,"Now all we gotta do is find a dress." Jordan whispered to herself, now realizing she didn't have anything to wear to the Founders Day Party. But, the girl had a hour to spare, as the sun was still up, and she couldn't leave, not yet anyways. Jordan ran a hand through her dark chocolate brown hair, "Lets get ready, shall we?" She asked herself out loud, clapping her hands together as her process to get ready had begun.

#air #bonnie bennett #caroline forbes #damon salvatore #elena gilbert #elijah mikaelson #fire #kol mikaelson #nature #niklaus mikaelson #stefan salvatore #mikaelson family #finn mikaelson #rebekah mikaelson #klaus mikaelson #tvd au #tvd fic #tvdforever #tvd icons #tvd fandom #tvd #tvdfamily #tvd universe #tvd fanfiction #the originals #water #scarlet witch #phantoms

[spencers-dria]

Light Amongst the Darkness

Ch. 13 of Someone to Stay

Spencer Reid x fem reader

POV: Spencer

I wake up for the third time this morning as a technician comes in the room to take my vital signs. It seems like it's always something, labs, vital signs, or medicine. I look over to see Y/N curled up on the couch, sleeping soundly. She really could sleep through just about anything, but somehow she seems to always know when I get up.

I slip out of bed and make my way to the bathroom as quietly as possible to shower and get ready for the day. I feel a hand grab by wrist as I pass the couch. I look down and see her still half asleep, her eyes aren't even open yet.

"Spence?"

"It's okay, go back to sleep. I'm just going to take a shower."

"Let me know if you need anything" she says through a yawn as she rolls back over. I can tell she has fallen back asleep within seconds by the sound of soft snoring. I can't help but smile. It was an adorable quirk of hers.

By now I'm able to take the bandages off and wash the surgical wound. I wince slightly as the gauze pulls as the staples. It seems do be doing okay. Y/N has really been helping a lot. The nurses here seem to know her well and let her do as much as she wants to help take care of me. I've tried convincing her that she's not at work and she doesn't have to be my nurse but she insists.

I make my way out of the steamy bathroom in fresh sweatpants as I towel dry my hair. Y/N is wide-awake, sitting on the edge of the bed with bandages all laid out on the side table.

I start to sit down next to her as I try one last time to convince her to take a break. "You know you really don't have to..."

"Shush. I want to help."

I turn to face her as she delicately dresses the wound after covering it with an antibiotic ointment. I had to admit, it hurt much less when she did it. I watch her as she puts all of her focus into what she's doing. I really enjoy getting to see her do what she does best, what she's passionate about. She looks really beautiful, despite having just woken up. It's almost not fair. Her hair is hanging down in its natural light waves, I'm almost tempted to reach out and run my hands through it. I can feel my skin tingle where she's placed her hand on my other shoulder for balance as the leans in to examine her finished work. I shake the feeling from my head. I can't scare her off.

After she's finished, I slip on a t-shirt as she pulls out her laptop and we settle into the hospital bed, ready to watch the final Harry Potter movie. Downtime in the hospital had allowed us to make our way through the series much quicker than anticipated. She had asked for a couple extra days off, which I fought against and lost. This was my fourth, and hopefully last day staying in the hospital.

As we get into the movie I hear her say "mmm I miss it."

"Miss what?"

"Hogwarts" she laughs as though this was obvious.

I give her a quizzical look.

She continues. "You know, the wizarding world, in Orlando?"

"Ohhh yeah I almost forgot they had that."

She pauses the movie and turns to look at me with wide eyes. "You mean you've never been?"

"No. By the time they built it I guess I was older and already working for the FBI."

"Spencer I only went my first time in college." She laughs. "You're never too old to go to Hogwarts!"

She sits for a moment, lost in her thoughts, before her face lights up with a huge smile.

"We have to go."

"What, the two of us?"

"No genius, me and Hotch." We both giggle at the thought as she elbows me. "I used to take road trips with my friends back home all the time. It's been awhile though..."

I can tell she's been a bit homesick lately. She misses her friends and family. No one has been able to visit her yet. So I decide that this is a great idea for us both.

I look over to her, unable to hide a grin. "When are we going?"

"Really? Really??! You'll go? Oh my gosh, Spencer!" She jumps up out of the bed and starts pacing the room.

"We have to start planning. When do you want to go? I have to ask for days off. You will too of course. I can't wait to show you everything. We'll have to get you a robe..."

"Y/N!" She stops to look at me, as I can't help but laugh at her.

"Take deep breaths. We have plenty of time. You really get excited for trips, huh?"

"Oh you have no idea! Vacations are my absolute favorite! Planning is half the fun."

She stops and loses herself in thought for a moment. "It's not weird, is it? Us taking a trip together?"

I simply shake my head and she continues to plan out loud.

Her question makes me think. We are just friends. Friends can take trips together. My thoughts drift to the events that took place a little over a week ago at her apartment and at the bar. We still haven't talked about that. I'm sure she didn't mean anything by it, but ever since then I have taken extra notice of little things.

We used to sit apart to watch movies together, but ever since that day she seems to snuggle next to me. I find myself incredibly aware of how close she is, or when her arm brushes mine, my skin igniting at every touch.

She eventually settles down and makes her way back over to the bed, setting us up to continue the movie. Her head settles onto my shoulder, as if it belongs there. As her gaze falls on the screen, my gaze falls on her, and I can't seem to tear it away. I love watching her reactions. Despite having seen the movie so many times before, her expressions are as dramatic as someone who is seeing it for the first time. She told me she still cries at the boathouse scene, every time. I love that about her, her ability to see light in dark places, good among the evil. She is definitely the shining light amongst the darkness I face every day at work. I never want to lose that...lose her.

Eventually the nurse comes in with the discharge paperwork and instructions for wound care. They try to offer me prescriptions for pain medications at home, but I insist on sticking with Tylenol and Advil. Y/N drives me home and helps me carry my things up to my apartment. After we make our way inside. She immediately starts cleaning, switching on some music before she gets to work. I think about telling her to stop but I know better by now. Instead I lie across the couch and grab the book I was reading before I left for the case.

I try to focus on the words in front of me, but I find myself reading the same page over again as my eyes are continually drawn to Y/N. I see her go in my room and come back out with a laundry basket and bed sheets. After starting a load, she makes her way to the kitchen, wiping down counters and cleaning off any dishes in the sink. She's too focused on each task to notice my lingering stares.

She had come back out dressed in some loose fitting, high-waisted denim shorts and a black tank. She's pulled back the top half of her hair and tied it with a silk, gold scarf. She's still got no makeup on with her glasses. I normally take absolutely no notice of what women wear, but I really admire her style. It's always changing, completely unique and completely hers.

I try to hold back a grin as I watch her dance around the kitchen, barefoot as she sings a song I don't recognize.

"You get ready you get all dressed up, to go nowhere in particular. Back to work or the coffee shop, it don't matter because it's enough to be young and in looovee."

I can't put my finger on it but something about her has definitely been different lately. There's a new glow about her, and I'm drawn to it like a moth.

During her cleaning she's also opened up all my curtains and window's letting light in. She brought home all the flowers that had been dropped off during my hospital stay and is rearranging them into small vases to spread across the apartment. Its almost as if her light is so infectious, she's spreading it into every corner of my life, my home. I blush at the thought of how nice it would be to have her around all the time.

Every once in awhile I catch her gaze and she simply smiles at me as she continues to sing with equal enthusiasm. I appreciate that she's finally comfortable enough around me to sing, to be completely herself.

When she finally runs out of things to busy herself with, she makes her way to the couch and sits across from me, handing me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich as she bites into one she made for herself.

"Thank you" I say appreciatively with a mouth half full of food.

"Thanks for everything actually; cleaning my apartment, staying with me at the hospital, taking care of me...and just for sticking around, being my friend."

She leans forward placing her elbows on her knees. "I couldn't have found anyone better if I had hand picked them myself." She laughs at her own cheesiness.

I cough, clearing my throat for a moment. "Should we talk about the other night?"

"The other night? Oh!...oh." I notice her face turns a bit red and she breaks eye contact, staring at the wood floors instead.

"We don't have to I just thought..."

"No it's okay. We should talk about it. Well, first of all I want to apologize for making you uncomfortable. Sometimes when I drink I flirt with just whoever is around. It's not personal. I'm really sorry." I notice her start to nervously pick at the hem of her clothing, a sign of her anxiety.

"No! No you didn't make me uncomfortable." I shake my head, biting my lip as I try to think of how to continue.

"It was unexpected. I've never seen you be so confident. It was really s-s-something else." I feel my face heat up as I catch myself almost saying something I regret. I shift in my seat, incredibly aware of the thick tension lingering in the air.

She finally speaks up. "So the trip? I guess we can pick some dates once you're back at work. Then we can request off and buy some tickets. Sound good?"

"Mmmhhmm." My heart is still racing from the previous conversation. I can't believe how quickly I go from completely at ease around her to a hot mess of nerves. I tell my self it's nothing, that it will go away if I only give it time. It has to.

#spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer x reader #criminal minds #dr spencer reid #writing #harry potter #original story #spencer reid x y/n #lana del ray lyrics #universal #wizarding world #deathly hallows #Spotify

[wychive]

𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 — 𝙡. 𝙟𝙮. (#𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙠𝙛𝙣)

fic type // oneshot — 3.9k

prompt // when an individual is born, their magic aura makes itself present indicating what magic they would be using. very few were born with a dark magic aura and died within their first breaths, you were one of the two recorded births that made it. now you were searching for the other one

pairing(s) // juyeon x gn!reader (pltn.)

genre(s) // PG18 & adventure, fluff, angst

warning(s) // knives, stabbing (in a dream), nightmares, mention of food, depiction of anxiety, description of smells, being drunk, deceased major and minor characters, blood, corpses

author's note // it's finally here! i've been working on this for a few weeks already and that's why it's so late :'( thank you to @omigogames for proof reading this ily queen 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 this was for @kpopficsnetwork' s halloween event that they held last october <3 please read the rest of the member's works on the event! i recommend listening to wandering and as the world caves in (at the angsty parts) while reading this as it really sets the mood. i hope you enjoy!!

you wiped the drop of sweat off your forehead as you approached the top of a hill. you sat down on the grassy floor and took out a flask still full of drinking water. you downed a quarter of it, feeling your body re energize as you do so. you never thought it would take this long to search for them.

how many months has it been? five? six? you've lost count, having to travel miles across the world just to find the hidden treasure you've been seeking for years. see, you were born with a 'unique' aura. everyone has their own which determines what kind of magic they would be using for the rest of their lives. your family had the common ice or water elementals but you turned out to be the black swan in a ballet full of snowy white ones.

you were born with an aura that was powerful enough to cause a black out, in other words, you had a dark magic aura and somehow managed to survive throughout the years. your mother was no different from the rest but she tried her best to guide you on controlling your powers or even combine your magic powers with hers to make an elemental combo. she died two years before you went on this journey to find the one only other person who successfully survived their own birth of having this magic aura. the only things you knew about them were that they were at least 20 years older and that they were born as a female.

the fact that only you and one other person have this magical ability made you think about them day and night. were you their soulmate? or did they think of you too? were they a kind or evil person? did they ever confuse people like you did? were they affected by society's comments that they're now shut away in some dungeon? you could go on and on for days about this special person even though you haven't met them yet. you were eager to find them, even if it took you years to do so.

as you wondered about the unique person, you stared into the dark abyss with shining dots, not realising your eyelids were shut soon after. that night you dreamt of all the possible outcomes this journey would end, mostly happy endings where you would find the person and be their friend or you get to spend the rest of your life with them. you did not want to think of the sad ones, yet your mind wanted to see you suffer. nightmares were common as they came with your dark powers but you still hated it when they disturb your perfect sleep. with that, you woke up from a nightmare just as the person was about to strike a knife in your chest.

the pain felt so real that as soon as you woke up, your hand clutched onto your chest. luckily (or not so) you heard the uniform paced heartbeat from your eardrums. this caused you so much as you did not even see that the sun was just above the horizon, greeting the earth a good morning. you sighed in relief as you thank the universe for not getting you eaten by a wild animal.

you stood up, stretching your arms and legs after another night of sleeping on a thick cloth. you packed up your things and placed your sturdy backpack on you before starting your trekking journey. you checked your phone for any updates or news of the world that was not so boring as you began to walk south towards a small town. once approaching the main road, you slipped your phone back into your front pocket before following the flow of cars.

a smile appeared on your face, looking at how idle the town was at eight in the morning. it wasn't so noisy as most of the cars had stopped at diners or cafes for a tasty breakfast. the only things you could hear were people greeting each other with a simple 'hello' and the birds that had just been awoken from their slumber.

you checked the amount of money you had left; apparently, it was enough for you to last three days for all three meals and then it was downhill from there. you shook your head, thinking of ways to earn at least a little bit of money before moving to another town (if you needed to). your eyes drifted from the trees to the bakery that was on the opposite side of the road.

you could see the silhouette of a person placing buns in their respective containers. the person was in chef whites, with their sleeves rolled above their elbows. you really didn't want to catch feelings for anyone at the moment, especially in this state of being homeless and short on money. nonetheless, you were hungry and so you decided that you wanted some fresh baked buns on a saturday morning like this.

as you walked into the cozy bakery, you noticed a variety of desserts and buns arranging from croissants to baked pizza buns. the aroma in the air made your stomach growl. you took one of the pick-up trays and a pair of tongs and immediately went for the custard and red bean buns.

"oh my god," a voice exclaimed followed by a bit of coughing. "why do you smell so bad?"

you brought an arm to your nose, smelling yourself. you actually didn't smell half-bad. it only has been a day since you showered properly, how could it be that bad? you rolled your eyes as you looked in the direction of the voice. ah, it was the silhouette from earlier.

"is this how you greet customers?" you shot back, raising one of your eyebrows.

"no, of course not," the person said. "but your stench is unbearable." they scoffed and shook their head, giving a smug expression.

"well, i'll only be here for just a bit. don't worry about it, i'll be out before your regulars arrive," you said, assuring that you WOULD be out before anything else happened.. but you did not. as you didn't expect the prices of food to be that high.

"look at this place," the employee said, leaning his palms against the edge of the counter. "what did you expect?"

he was right, the place looked like it was straight up from a renaissance painting with its mini chandeliers and pink roses on the sides as decorations. it did look like a modern cafe twisted with some hint of the classics.

"is there anything i could do? to pay for this i mean," you asked them, hiding your embarrassment of the lack of money.

"depends… what kind of element do you use?"

"...ice," you lied. no one would want a rare dark element in their place.

"hm.. i guess we could use some ice making help," they thought, then looked back at you who seemed desperate for the job. yes, it would hold you back on a few days but you really needed the money.. and a place to stay if they let you.

"okay, then. you're hired," they said as they lent out a hand for you to shake. it was covered in leftover flour and smelled like yeast. you grabbed his hand and shook it.

"the name's juyeon, and you?"

"y/n… i'm guessing you're a fire user?" you replied. it was obvious as he was cocky, yet a charming fella. you could say a demon in disguise.

"clever, i like that in people," he smirked, his face looked smug and it really pissed you off- but he might be your new manager or boss so you stuck up to it and let out a simple fake chuckle. "any other questions?

"do i get a place to stay along with the job?"

"no but you could stay over at my place," he acknowledged. your eyes dart around the room before they landed on him, as you let out a laugh.

"excuse me?"

"you heard me. i have a spear bed and everything," he said. you were baffled, it seemed like he didn't care if you were a serial killer, plus, he only knew your first name and what 'element' you responded to. what were you going to do?

"fine," you said, already looking forward to the comfort your body was going to feel once you finally sleep on a mattress.

"alright then, let's get to work barista."

as you both get to his apartment, you gazed at your surroundings. everything looked neat, and not a spick of dust were to be seen. you look at the mini hallway in the studio apartment of his and see two doors, opposite of each other and another at the end of it. before you could even step foot in the kitchen, the male pulled you aside. your reflexes almost caused you to punch his stupid face when you remembered that you were just a guest at this comfort place of his.

"rules," he said, in a stern voice. "one, not too much noise between eleven at night to six in the morning. two, don't use too much of the hot water because i'm touched starved too-"

you rolled your eyes at his last remark, acknowledging that it was a cruel true joke. "-three, save some snacks for me if you're planning to eat it all and four, we leave the bakery together and come back together. i'm not sure who your guardian is but, i'll make sure you're in one piece once you return to them"

"i'm my own guardian, excuse you."

"still, your safety is guaranteed when you're with me," juyeon claimed. you thought it was rubbish but still, he had a bigger brother vibe with the way he spoke and so you went with the flow.

"the left one's mine, the last one's the bathroom," he said, referring to the hallway of doors you were staring at. the muffled sound of news reporters from the television drowned itself in the background when you close the door behind you. a smile appeared on your face as you got to have your own room, without juyeon ever bugging you.

you place your heavy army backpack beside the door as you lay on the bed that was neatly made. you smiled, finally having a proper place to sleep. you thank god for the (annoying) co-worker that you met that day. you didn't even have a chance to shower before your thoughts drifted away, causing you to sleep.

the next morning, juyeon woke you up by shouting your name from the kitchen multiple times. you groaned at the sound of his voice at seven in the morning when you were used to waking up at nine. you sat up and started your day from there. thankfully, it wasn't too exhausting.

a morning walk to the cafe bakery was thankfully peaceful with the both of you not being the big social type nor the small talk type. the warm rays of sunlight made your morning so much better. you began working at the bar, where you produced many types of tea and other refreshing drinks. you managed to conjure up ice easily with some tricks your mother taught as a child.

you introduced yourself to the regulars as a new employee at the place and they politely welcomed you to the town and cafe. their smiles were genuine and sweet, they gave off a motherly feel whenever it appeared. yours, too, was genuine. you missed being in a community like this, so dearly that you almost teared up at the sight of a child being kind to you.

the night was better. the walk back to his place was filled with stories about the regulars that juyeon had been told. you had inserted some dull dad jokes here and there, making him let out a chuckle at least once.

once you both arrived at the apartment, you immediately went to get your shower supplies and headed to the bathroom. while showering, you thought of ways you could find her faster. you have tried multiple ways but still couldn't find solid proof of her whereabouts. you sighed scrubbing the bubbly shampoo onto your scalp. you could ask juyeon for help but your identity would be revealed and he might just kick you out for that. maybe, just maybe, you could keep this act up? for a little longer. at least until you get enough money to live on your own.

that was what you did for the next few months, keeping your act up for the rest of the world. you were careful not to reveal too much of yourself, not spreading too much information across to other people, not even juyeon. even if you had secrets, he still treated you as normal as everyone else. though, he did seem weird at times as if he could read your thoughts. this scared you as it wasn't impossible to learn occlumency even if it took time. over time, you and juyeon developed this best friend bond with each other; protecting and having each other's backs when needed. of course, he was the same person as the one you met on your first day around town which left a sense of comfort in you.

a nightmare dressed as a daydream was what you were as you would sneak out on nights before non-working days. you had to let out a piece of your dark powers out somehow. even if you knew how to conceal them, it didn't mean you could control them forever. you found a cave in the far east where no one would hear nor see you, and so that became your little relaxation cave.

not so long after, you found out that there was a man who could find things you couldn't. some say he had connections to the deeper net or even that he was related to some who were part of an underground gang. nonetheless, it didn't stop you from seeing the fella once a week or two. this method made itself a purpose as he gave you more information than any general person could; her hometown, her family members, and so much more.

it seemed like a miracle, though you never thought that she would have children, more than that of a son and a daughter. a fact that surprised you was that she had the same surname as your roommate. that was all the information he had, it was not much but you still thanked him for it. your night-ventures continued on, exploring the town and gathering bits of information through drunken folks at the tavern.

you would get home just before dawn and sleep until noon. of course, the male you lived with would nag you on waking up late but he never really cared either. he loved to see your bite back with your poor choice of words. everything felt right and everything felt okay, you were in peace with the world.

"where are you going?" his voice emerged from the darkness, causing your body to jump.

"i'm just gonna get some drinks," you answered, in a confident tone as you bit your inner bottom lip.

"are you going to go see him again?" juyeon asked, snickering along with his words. "don't think i don't know what you're up to."

his statements and questions made your mind run wild; how did he know? why didn't he ever stop you? did he understand what you were doing? did someone tell him? you became a still worried mess, not knowing what to say nor do. you were stuck in a pose as if medusa were to turn you into stone.

"please, just tell me where you're going tonight, or bring me with you," he said, his voice groggy as if he had woken up from a short sleep.

"no, i'm sorry, juyeon," the words flew out of your mouth as your thoughts re-organized themselves. "you can't"

"why not?" he asked, once again. at this point his questions seemed like an endless stream of cloth.

"because- you just can't," you sighed, relaxing your shoulders and going up to him. you didn't have any excuses because you weren't used to lying so much to someone who you cared for. "it's dangerous if you do, please just listen to me."

he sighed deeply as he always does before he nags. "i want to listen to you, y/n, but you going off in the middle of the night and coming home late isn't… so you. do you need to talk? or something. i know i'm not good with comfort but i'm here for you if you need to let out anything at all."

you felt broken, because you knew how much he longed for this type of relationship. he had told you about his sister that passed not so long ago and how much he adored her. you were about to say something when he placed his hands on your arms and gripped them, as a sign to not leave him.

"could you just tell me? please? i promise it would be a secret," he pleaded, truly worrying about what became a routine.

"you should sleep, juyeon. you have work tomorrow," you tried to avoid answering the question as much as possible but he made it so hard.

"i just want to know-"

"juyeon, you don't need to know. it's nothing important. you don't need to worry about me, alright? i promise i'll be okay," you said, in a sensible tone. you heard sniffles from the male that stood before you, as his grip on your arms loosened. he cracked a smile which held in pain mixed with joyful memories.

"you sound just like her," he said, in a shaky tone. he sounded weak, and you could see the pool of tears around his eyes. in that moment, you felt your breath turn shallow. you closed your eyes and immediately embraced the bigger man into a tight hug. you knew who he was referring to as he would do it so often when you opened your mouth to say anything. "you're like her" or "you act like my mother, you know that?", he always stated these in a cheery manner, but seeing him shatter like this made your heart wrench.

you decided to skip your night shenanigans when you lead him towards his room. you've never been in it but stepping into it, felt so cozy as if it were a cold breeze on a hot summer day. you sat him down on the edge of his bed, seeing his tears turn into a gold-ish colour. you sighed, seeing this side of him. you always saw the bright sunflower yellow but not this burnt out maroon red. you sat in silence as his sniffles calmed down.

the balcony door let in a ray of moonlight which shone on the boy beside you. you turned to look at him, and saw a grin emerge from his lips.

"thank you," he said in a whisper-tone. "for being here, y/n."

juyeon stared at the pale full moon that was on display for the people of the earth. "i'll always be here," you say, holding his hand. it was a nice intimate moment for the both of you. the state of serenity made you think about the things that led up to this right here and it was all because of a person whom you've never met.

"y'know.. she had the same powers as you," juyeon said, sipping his hot chocolate. you both were seated at the kitchen island with hot cocoas and mini marshmallows. it was almost four in the morning and so you both decided to stay up a little bit more, as if the sands of time didn't take precious hours of rest.

"she was a frost user as well?," you asked him, eager to know his family background.

"no," he said, chuckling before stuffing a few marshmallows into his already rich drink. you sat there, with one lifted eyebrow. "what are you talking about exactly?" you asked, warming your hands as it cupped the mug in front of you.

"you know what i mean," he said, holding in a deceiving smirk. your eyes widened and your hand gripped onto the mug handle. it wasn't the fact that he had discovered your hidden powers nor how he had hid the information that he knew your powers but it was the fact that the person that you were looking for all this time had died.

all the traveling and suffering lead you to this moment had been for nothing? you did all of this for her, and yet you turned into a sobbing mess when you visited her grave. juyeon held you close as you weeped when you saw her headstone. it absolutely broke you even if you've never even seen her nor heard her. he stayed strong for you when your head was buried into his chest. he could even feel the mix of rage and sadness as your powers seemed to leak from your tears.

"i miss her too," he spoke up, still caressing your weak state. "i'm sure she would have adored you so much, y/n"

your feelings got the best of you and soon every noise stopped, with only an ever-lasting ring in your ears. your tear-filled eyes opened to see a ring of dark purple surround you like a globe with your feet dangling in the air. it was a new, unspoken sight to see but what had happened outside the bubble was a new horror to you.

juyeon was laying on the ground, upon the many other graves. his skin covered with burnt marks of some kind, and his chest area covered with blood spots which may came from bullets. your bubble disappeared as you jumped down on the ground, going over to his lifeless body as fast as you could.

"y/n.." he said, breathless. "i'll be okay."

"but.."

"they'll be here soon."

you were confused on what he was referring to - not until you heard police and ambulance sirens coming from a distance. you cupped his face which managed to give you a small grin even in his hurtful state. "don't leave. don't leave me please."

"you need to run, y/n"

"stop. stop.. saying that," you pleaded, with some of your leftover tears dripping onto his burnt clothing. you could hear his last breaths too, which made it harder for you to ever leave his side.

"i'll see you later.. alright?" he asked, as his final words. his body fell to limp in your arms, when your tears started flowing like a never ending river. the sirens were coming closer at the scene of the crime, and there you sat, clutching onto him with your last hope of humanity. you didn't care about the police nor the property you destroyed, you lost him. you lost HIM.

in that moment, the world stayed still with no promise that it was going to spin again. your head felt dizzy as your limbs felt numb. you knew it only had been a few minutes but it felt like centuries with your silenced screams. you didn't want to be outcast, you were already alone in the world with no one else you could call for help. everyone else had their counterparts but all you had was yourself. you hated the thought of being lonely and so you stayed there, weak, just to feel something worth living for.

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[dreamingyouth]

[Darth Maul x Bookworm!Reader] Part 6 - All I ever wanted

Hello and welcome to my Darth Maul x Bookworm!Reader series ! If you’re new here, be sure to check the previous parts below :

- Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

Words count : 3132 Warnings : Fight scenes (don’t worry, they’re very soft), slight angst I guess? And of course, my specialty. FLUFF.

This is the last part of my Darth Maul x Bookworm!Reader series. It has been a bit challenging, but I hope you’ll like it !

Days were getting shorter and shorter. It wasn't winter yet, though it definitely felt like so: temperatures dropped to a point where you couldn't go outside without your long, fluffy scarf, a sweater necessary in the morning before your house got warmer. It was time for hot drinks and homemade soups, soft plaids, and slow mornings spent reading. You would usually be grateful for such a setting, a comfortable solitude at arm's length; but this time, it was different.

Several months had passed since you first met Maul. He had told you how he temporarily settled on your home planet, seeking calm and peace for some time- away from the bustle of the Core Worlds; this was something you could understand, always making your trips to the busy city last no longer than necessary. Over the weeks, you grew closer to each other, getting to know the many differences between the two of you. These were moments you remembered fondly, bringing a soft smile to your face every time your mind wandered to each of your memories with the Dathomirian. You went from strangers to acquaintances, acquaintances to friends, friends to lovers. He understood you in a way no one did before. He knew your boundaries, your preferences, and respected them; which only made it harder when the time came for a much-dreaded farewell.

He had told you he was called for a job on another planet. Despite his promise of a fast return, you couldn't help but count the minutes, hours, days since his departure. You got accustomed to his presence, after all. His absence left an empty feeling within you, and your house was too quiet for your own taste; with him, the silence was comfortable, the mere knowledge of his proximity enough to reassure you. You weren't used to being alone anymore. You didn't want to be alone anymore.

The day was cold, and you decided to spend it taking care of your plants. You never had any, afraid of forgetting to water them or not being able to care for them properly; during the past year, however, you found yourself buying flowers, attracted to their vibrant colors. They brought life to your home, you thought, and you ended up getting more as time went by. Not once had you regretted it. But now, as you got to your bright red azalea, you felt a wave of sadness wash over you. Their color was precisely the one of Maul's skin, and every glance reminded you of him.

Wasn't it hard enough?

Your fingertips gently caressed the soft petals, gaze directed towards them yet not looking at anything as you were lost in thoughts. You happened to space out more and more lately, dreams of your loved one taking the better of you even in the middle of the day; and as a firm, loud knock on your front door resonated, you jumped, surprise confusing you for a second before you rushed to meet your unexpected visitor. Has he returned? Was your heartbreaking wait finally coming to an end?

The face you saw upon opening brought you great disappointment, and it must have shown on your face from how the stranger lifted an eyebrow questioningly. He didn't ask for any explanation, though; instead, he proceeded on greeting you politely, a small smile on his lips.

"Excuse me for showing up uninvited. I got lost on my way to the city, and I have been walking all morning... Could I ask you for some water?"

With a nod, you invited him in, closing the door carefully. This man was tall- taller than you, in fact, and he had an aura you couldn't quite describe. Letting your steps guide you to the kitchen area of your home, you couldn't help but notice something was off. It wasn't the fact that he was a stranger (you helped wanderers before, and it always unfolded nicely); there was something in him you didn't quite encounter before. It made you uneasy. Afraid.

"Who knew a Sith lord could be so weak as to fall for someone as insignificant as you? - Excuse me?"

You turned around, the puzzled look on your face contrasting with his scornful expression. What was he talking about? You didn't know any Sith. Was he one of them? Was this the reason why you felt so uncomfortable in his presence?

"Oh, then you are waiting for someone you know nothing about... how pathetic."

His low chuckle made you shiver. He did know about you waiting for someone- for Maul. Was he spying on you? You couldn't believe these words. You knew him. He gave you his hearts, and you gave him yours. How could this stranger pretend you barely knew anything about your lover, whom you met every day for several months?

"What do you want? - Don't you wish to see the real side of the one you love so desperately?"

You tensed.

"You're not living in a book, nor is he your fairytale prince. He's a killer. A murderer. His hands are stained with the filthy blood of entire organizations. From his most tender age, he has been trained to fight and kill, destined to serve the great purpose of the Sith."

You couldn't utter a single word. Part of you rejected these revelations, these lies you didn't want to believe; yet, doubt began to creep over you eventually. After all, he did hide his Force abilities from you. Could it be that he hid more? Could it be that the Maul you knew was nothing but a facade?

No. This couldn't be.

The sweet moments you shared, his words might have been made up. But you knew for sure he was sincere: his eyes couldn't lie.

"I can't believe you."

Before the stranger could say another word, the door burst open, revealing an enraged, red-skinned Dathomirian. Despite what you just heard, you let out a sigh of relief, and it took all of your willpower not to run and throw yourself at him. You never saw him so furious before. He barely even looked at you, his burning stare fixed on the other male who dared to enter your home; the latter didn't seem to care, though, a provoking smirk spreading on his face.

"Ah, there you are. Your Master has sent me to bring you back to his side for further training. I hoped to get rid of the problem first, but since you're here..."

Maul didn't take time to answer nor to let him finish, instead dashing forward with incredible speed. The next thing you saw was a flash of red light. This was your first time seeing lightsabers, and you were struck by the intensity of their glow, the intruder's single blade clashing against your lover's double one; you were in awe at how easily he wielded it, circles precise and perfectly controlled. This was something you were now forced to admit: he did receive training, for no one could improvise such skill. He had the agility of an acrobat, even in the small space of your home, and an uncanny intuition allowing him to predict the other's every move before he could hit. His feet were light and he moved with ease, but his arms seemed to have gained a strength you couldn't even imagine, pushing the opponent farther away each time. Given the apparent difficulty with which the stranger kept up with Maul, you guessed he underestimated him (which wouldn't be too surprising), his assumption and overflowing confidence putting him at a disadvantage. With a quick stab of the Dathomirian's lightsaber, he fell to the ground with a loud scream; and as you watched the scene unfold, you suddenly felt lifted from the floor, a gasp escaping you. Maul's hand was directed towards you the same way it was when he protected you from falling books, the day you discovered he was a Force user. This time, you were the one being held in the air, only to be put down behind the counter separating your kitchen from the rest of the room. A simple glance between the two of you was enough for you to understand. Stay hidden.

You disappeared from view, kneeling behind the piece of furniture. You could only hear what was happening now: the unusual sound of the lightsabers slicing the air, feet running on the floor to dodge and get the best angle to attack, the violent clash of the blades... until you heard a small gasp, metal hitting the ground, followed by a body falling with a loud thump.

Oh, how you hoped it wasn't him.

The uncertainty was already killing you; against your lover's silent demand, you peeked from the side of the counter, only to smile with relief. There he was, breathing heavily, but alive and standing. Some of his clothes were torn here and there, exposing his tattooed skin to the eye; fortunately, no blood was to be found, and you would've run to him if it wasn't for the terrifying silhouette in the door frame.

Only the lower part of his face was visible, his large, black hood hiding most of it. You didn't have to see his eyes to know he was a threat; much more than the previous one, he emitted an unsettling aura, and you weren't sure if the room darkening was one of his doings or an illusion of your mind out of fear. You soon found out that the worst wasn't even his appearance or his aura, as you previously thought. It was his voice.

"Very well, my apprentice. It is time, time for us to reveal ourselves at last. I am convinced you will not fail me on your next mission... Darth Maul."

You were speechless. If the first stranger's words weren't enough, now you had to accept the truth. Like many, you have read stories about Force users, about legends of the Jedi and the Sith. Fascinated, you had searched for more, gathering every piece of information you could find- even looking into hidden, sometimes forbidden resources. This was some time ago, but several things came back to you as you heard this stern, frightening voice. A Master. An apprentice. A title... Darth. The Dathomirian didn't seem surprised by these words, only confirming what you feared.

He was a Sith.

But wasn't he also the sweetest man you've ever met? Wasn't he the one to go the extra mile just to make you smile? To understand and meet every one of your needs, even if you didn't voice them? His gentle kisses, the way he held your hand so tenderly, his gaze softening whenever he looked at you... It was all too genuine not to be true. It was not just in acts but in both your hearts; it was a connection you two shared, which left you with no doubt. You loved him, and he loved you. You trusted him. This time was no exception.

A discreet side glance from him made your eyes meet; the tenderness and love he found in yours were all he needed.

"You will-

- I'm not taking orders from you anymore."

He turned around to face the old man, his double-bladed lightsaber firmly held in his grasp. The determination on his features made the stranger cackle.

"You are such a fool... Giving up a life of training and a promising future, just for the sake of a pathetic human."

This was the last straw. His eyes flaming with passion and fury, almost glowing in the dim light of the room, the red-skinned zabrak rushed to the man. His red blade clashed against his former master's two lightsabers relentlessly. He had one in each hand, both glowing with a bright red light; although it gave him more flexibility than having them joined like your lover's, it didn't seem to bother Maul, who kept on hitting with a speed you couldn’t follow.

The fight was impressive, to say the least. Your home wasn't big, but it was enough for them to move and engage in violent exchanges, the control they both had over their weapons revealing they had way more than a few years of training. The Dathomirian undoubtedly was an expert in martial arts: using his entire body to get strength and momentum as he swung his lightsaber left and right, he fought with aggressivity you never witnessed before, the look on his face enough to scare anyone away.

He looked almost bestial, his dark tattoos emphasizing the outline of his facial muscles distorted by rage. His teeth were bared, and he snarled at the other; he was a panther in the skin of a man, agile and inhabited with an untamed soul. His emotions were allowed to run free, giving him more and more power as they took over him: anger, hate, and lust for revenge were driving him wild.

But you were there.

The simple fact of meeting your eyes had helped him gain control over himself, and the love you both felt for each other saved him from sinking into madness. This was something he learned over those few months spent with you. Love wasn't pitiful or a sign of weakness: it led to greater passion, his need to protect you only making him even more powerful than he ever was. The stranger, whose overconfidence was made clear by his wide, creepy grin, didn't seem to realize this change; and in the move of a hand, he brought Maul's attacks to a halt, forcing him to stay down on one knee with a strike of lightning. You could tell he was in intense pain despite him trying to hold back screams, yet what could you do? You were no match for the old man. You weren't Force-sensitive, you didn't even know how to fight.

"I won't kill you... But I will take this life you failed to end."

The hood covering his face made the direction of his gaze unknown to you; his free hand, however, slowly lifted to point towards you, giving out an obvious clue as to what was to come. You held your breath, eyes wide as you prepared to suffer the same fate as your lover. This was the end. You didn't expect to die so young, to die like this. Glancing one last time at the Dathomirian, you addressed him by thoughts, even though he wouldn't be able to hear it.

'Goodbye, my only one... I love you.'

You weren't sure if you murmured those words or thought them, as you had planned; yet, their meaning appeared to have reached your lover, as he seemed to suddenly gain strength and willpower despite the intense lightning still torturing his body and mind. He straightened his posture, rising to his feet before his double blade returned with a burning red light. It caught his former master off guard, for no one had ever resisted such power before, not even Maul who he trained himself; and before he could react, the zabrak was already right in front of him, his lightsaber piercing him from front to back.

The lightning disappeared, the man's body falling to the floor like a rag doll after his former apprentice deactivated his weapon. His death wasn't enough for the Dathomirian to let go of the resentment he felt towards him just yet, more strokes of his deadly blade tearing the lifeless body apart in mere seconds. It was over.

There he stood, in the middle of the room, the forms of the two men he killed lying still at his feet; only then could you see his clothes being completely ripped, the wounds and bruises visible through the cuts clear evidence of his fierce fights. The silence seemed to amplify his breath, which he tried to steady the best he could.

A solid minute passed. His lightsaber deactivated once more, he kept it in his hand, barely daring to look at you as reality fell on him. He murdered them in front of you. He fought like a beast. His identity as a Sith was revealed to you. How could you not see him as anything but a monster now? A liar? Would you ever believe any of his words again, no matter how true they were? Wouldn't you be afraid of him?

These neverending questions brought a slight change on his face, which made him look almost vulnerable to you. If you were waiting for a sign to move, this was it; standing up again, you walked out of your hiding spot, feet speeding up your steps before letting you run to the zabrak. You threw your arms around him, holding him closer than you ever had- which surprised him; but soon, you found yourself in a stronger embrace, your body held right against his as you began to sob. It was too much in too short an amount of time for your quiet life.

"P-Please... Please don't leave again...

- I won't."

This request reassured him. He wouldn't be forced to leave your side or to leave you at all, and he was definitely grateful for this.

"He... He said- He called you Darth..."

This still shocked you; although you knew he wasn't anything like them (or at least, not anymore), you wanted to hear it from him. You needed reassurance just as much as him, after all.

A gentle nudge calmed you, his fingers caressing your head gently in an attempt to soothe your heart and stop your tears.

"I'm Maul. Formerly Darth, now just Maul. I've chosen my path..."

You looked up at him, his lips catching every drop falling from your eyes. The familiar intimacy comforted you. Maybe you weren't aware of this side of him before, but he was the same man you always knew, the one who claimed your heart his. His hand slowly caressed your face before he pulled you into a kiss you longed for, making up for the too many days you've spent waiting for his return; as you parted, you gifted each other with a tender smile.

"... and it's by your side, angel."

You couldn't help but let out a light, content chuckle at his words. Him staying with you was the greatest present you could ever ask for, and as you moved your arms to wrap around his neck, you came up with a request of your own- one you wanted to ask but never dared to.

"Maul... Let's leave. We can start anew, you and me... Let me run away with you. Forever."

You missed having your forehead against his like this, faces so close you could feel each other's warmth...

But this wasn't something you would ever have to worry about missing anymore.

"Of course. That's all I ever wanted."

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Am I emotional after finishing this series? YES I AM ;_; Thank you all for your support and your patience. I hope you enjoyed this last part ! I’m planning to continue writing, mostly for Maul, Savage and Feral. Maybe a bit of other characters if I have ideas. I have a reader insert project I might work on, but it might take quite a lot of time, so I’m keeping it secret for now haha !

This series is finished, but I might post some extras later. If you want to be tagged when they are out, or if you’re interested in being tagged in any future work about Maul, Savage, Feral or all three, please let me know !

Thank you again for your support and kindness. I love you all. xo

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[hitsuackerman]

Is That My Shirt? (Shinso x Reader)

Prompt: Shinso notices one morning that the space in his closet seems wider than before. Who in the world could have stolen his shirts?

Warnings: FLUFF

A purple haired boy stared at his half filled closet. Realization hit hard when he saw that the amount of clothes he had when he entered the hero course dorms have now been dwindling. The space seemed to grow more and more everyday.

Deciding not to dwell on this, he grabbed one of his signature navy shirts and sweatpants. Heading downstairs to eat some breakfast. He could deal with his clothes later.

Reaching the last few steps, he could hear the chats of his new classmates. He wasn’t used to it yet but being welcomed with open arms by the class 2-A was something he did not expect. Not wanting to admit it, he did consider himself a hypocrite ever since he began to forge close bonds with the others. Todoroki was right when he said there was no escaping the ‘1-A Bat of Friendship’.

“Good morning, Shinso!” Kirishima greeted him as he waved with a spoon on hand. His bright red hair still is not defying gravity. “‘Bout time you woke up, dude.”

Dragging the chair back, he lazily sat down and let out a huge yawn. The bags under his eyes, despite being hereditary, looked a shade bit darker. Despite knowing they were given a 1 week vacation, he still kept studying and doing his homework in advance.

“Oi, extra!” Bakugo yelled from behind. “Get your food now before I throw it in the trash!”

That was something he could not get used to as quickly tho. Making his way to the common kitchen, he began to count the heads present but yours wasn’t there yet. Perhaps you were still sleeping. Grabbing himself some breakfast, he sat beside Kirishima who gladly gave him some space.

“So, where’s (Y/N)?” Kiri asked as he took in a spoonful of breakfast.

“Probably still sleeping.” Shinso replied. “Why?”

“Nah. But we are curious, though, are you two really just best friends?” His red eyebrow raised as he questioned the mini Aizawa of 2-A.

“We are.”

“Are you though?” Mina inserted herself as she sat beside the messy indigo haired boy. “You tend to stare a little longer when it comes to her~”

“She tends to be touchy when you're within her reach.” Denki added.

“When you’re not looking, she stares at you with lovey dovey eyes.” Even Deku joined in on the conversation.

“And your points are?” Shinso asked with such a deadpan expression. His tired look made them laugh a bit. In some ways, he was like a Todoroki before the UA sports festival. “Just because we're like that doesn’t mean there’s something going on between us.”

“So, you wouldn’t mind if I ask her out?” Kirishima asked. His eyes keenly observing his reaction. “I’ve been meaning to ask her but I just wanted to know if you’re cool with it.”

Shinso was quiet. Looking away from his acquaintance, his thought wandered off to you. Somehow, he found himself a little pissed that some guy would want to ask you out. For some reason, his heart beat increased at the mental image of you with this red haired dude instead of him.

“I mean, I don’t mind.” His answer was a bit hushed. "It's her life not mine."

For the rest of the meal, Shinso remained quiet. Staring intently at his food. He had failed to see the others staring at him with furrowed brows.

Signalling Kiri to stand up and leave, Mina accompanied him. Making sure they were seen heading up to your floor. From the corner of his eyes, he followed them till they disappeared. He only just realized he had been holding a rather long breath.

The doors of the building opened and his eyes landed on you. Hair slightly messy but it was downcasted by the brightness of your smile. A set of floating clothes accompanied you with shared laughter. You wore your signature oversized shirt and black leggings. Your favorite combo.

"You sure you don't have feelings for her?" Deku muttered. 

His gaze never faltered and his hearing non-existent. Did he really have feelings? His breath hitched when your eyes met his. The way your eyes sparkled made his face heat up. Was it possible to look away when the smile on your face was for him?

Wait. His brows furrowed when you were now walking towards him. The answer to his morning question had now been answered.

Sitting beside him, you greeted Deku and him. Handing them a daifuku each.

"That's my shirt." Shinso commented as his fingers played with the sleeves. Meanwhile, Deku's ears were very much focused on the conversation happening before him.

"And your point is?" You teasingly replied. Poking his cheek as well.

'How can these two not be dating?' Deku thought.

"Is this the one of many?" His eyes staring at the shirt's print. This shirt was one of his favorites. But seeing you wear it gave it a whole different vibe. "My closet seems emptier ever since I moved in."

"You're not blaming me now, are you?"  The smirk on your face was as brainwashing as his own quirk. Heck, it almost felt like once he'd answer, he'd fall into your trap.

"Give me my shirts back, (Y/N)..."

'Shirts? Are they sleeping together?' Deku's mind was doing cartwheels by now.

"Can I atleast keep 5?" You pouted and tugged on his arm. "I like wearing your shirts. They're warm and comfy and cozy just like you."

'Warm? Comfy? Cozy?!' At this point Deku went full on mumble mode in his head.

Shinso's jaw dropped but he managed to catch it on time. And did he hear it right? 5?

"How many shirts do you have (Y/N)?"

"8…" You looked away with redness in your cheek.

Ruffling your hair, he stood up and extended his hand.

"Fine." There it was again. The sparkle in your (e/c) eyes. "But only if I get to decide."

Taking his hand, you lead him straight to your room. Hands never letting go. By now, there was no use in denying that he had crossed the friendship line.

Inside your room, you opened your messy closet.

"Don't look."

A little too late on your part. Despite the jungle of clothes inside, he managed to catch a glimpse of a special corner where his clothes were neatly stacked.

One by one, he checked to see which among these he'd give to you. With each shirt, you told the story of why you stole it from his closet. It was all too amusing but cute at the same time. Whatever shirt he wanted you to have, he'd toss it to your face.

"You're… You're giving me all of them?"

"Not exactly." He scratched the back of his neck and looked away. "Just making you part owner. Is all."

You don't know what came to your mind, but you threw the shirts to a random discard pile. The next thing Shinso knew was that he felt your pillow underneath his head. Strands of your hair splayed on his face as you wrapped your arms tightly on his neck. He had to blink himself back to life.

Patting your back, all Shinso could do was hope this moment would last longer.

What he didn't know was how erratic your heart beats were. Sure, he was your best friend but you would be a liar if you didn't want to be something more than just a friend.

"Thank you for the shirts~" You finally broke the silence.

"Anything for you…"

"You have really fluffy hair~" Using your elbows to lift yourself, you took in the view of Shinso. His eyes were deep in thought yet the connection was still there. Your eyes widened when he tucked strands of hair behind your ear. Instantly, you felt heat travel to your cheeks.

"I like you wearing my clothes." Somehow, he had found the courage to brush his thumb on your cheek. His mind went blank except for 3 words he wanted to say. Just as he was about to say it… he closed his mouth and gently pushed you away.

"D-did I do something wrong?" The tone of your voice sent guilt down his system. "I'm sorry if I hugged you all of a sudden."

He couldn't bring himself to look at you. If he would then he might lose his resolve. Shaking his head, he stood up and waved his palm back and forth.

"It's nothing."

"Toshi?"

Gaddamnit. He hated hearing you like this.

"I can't ruin our friendship…" He uttered to himself. Just as his hand touched the door knob, he heard the shuffling of your bed followed by footsteps running towards him. A slight tug on his shirt told him you were clinging on to him.

"What if… What if I want to ruin to the friendship?"

Looking at you over his shoulder, he managed to catch a glimpse of your head hanging low. A few tears running down your cheek.

Turning around to face you, you let go of his shirt and used your hands to cover your face. Thankful you couldn't see him, a smirk formed on his face. It had been mutual all along and his friends were right.

"What did you say?" He faked the shock in his voice.

"I… I…"

"You want to ruin the what?" By now he couldn't help the cheeky growing grin on his face.

Letting out a long breath, you lowered your hands and stared at your cat socks.

"I like you, Toshi." Your voice was small but he heard you loud and clear. "I… wouldn't mind ruining friendship if it means we get to be something more."

You finally said it.

"So, can I kiss you?"

"Eh?" Lifting your head, your heart leaped at the sight of Shinso's lavender eyes. The way they drifted to your lips and back to your eyes made you want to fall flat on the ground due to the sensation of butterflies in your tummy.

"I guess it's a no then~"

Panicking, your hands found their way to his cheeks. Slightly squishing them making him pout. He looked all too adorable when he smiled through your hold.

Taking one step forward, you let go of his cheeks as your hands traveled down to his neck and stopping when they rested on his chest.

Shinso placed one hand on your waist while the other cupped your cheek. Leaning in closer, he chuckled when you stood on your tippy-toes. By now, your noses were brushing and each exhale touched both your lips.

Before closing the gap, he whispered…

"To the ruined friendship?"

All you could do was smile and slide your arms around his neck to pull him closer.

"To the ruined friendship."

With that, the two of you met halfway and savored the moment of finally letting go of your pent up feelings in favor of something much better.

Bonus:

"You think the plan worked?" Kiri asked Mina as they stared at your bedroom door.

"I think it did." Deku answered. "He seemed pretty shaken when you asked him the question."

Guess it wasn't just Shinso who could ruse people.

#shinso hitoshi #mha shinsou #mha shinso hitoshi #shinso #shinsou hitoshi #hitoshi shinso x reader #shinso x y/n #shinso x reader #bnha shinsou #bnha shinso hitoshi

[kpopfoyoseoul]

Little One; Prologue

Mafia au

Word Count: 1309

Stray Kids Chan x Reader

Story by Admin A

Why do I even bother showing up? You thought as you walked home from yet another boring day being the secretary for a man who rarely ever shows up and cancels everything when he does. For the last two weeks though, no one had seen him at all. Every morning you dropped off any paperwork he needed to do at his home, only to return the next morning and find it untouched. A few times you considered using the spare key that you had accidentally found last week, just to make sure he was alright, but the stories of what happened to his previous secretaries once they entered kept you from doing so.

All of his previous secretaries had been fired, only to be found dead; their bodies barely recognizable, a few days later.  Every time, all the evidence pointed to the members of SKZ, a mafia lead by the elusive CB97. The first time they thought it was a coincidence but after the third the police realized the pattern. They made the mistake of making the information completely public, so now everyone has been spreading rumors that your boss is a member of the group.

You never believed them of course but weren't willing to risk your life should they be true. You would've already quit if your landlord hadn't upped the rent suddenly. Five times already this week the police had shown up at the office asking to speak to him, only to be told once again that he hasn't left his house in two weeks. 

Tonight you were late leaving the office because someone had only faxed over the ginormous packet of paperwork you needed to get signed by the start of business tomorrow three minutes before you were supposed to clock out. Your boss, Jiyong, had long ago made a rule that all work, other than his own, had to be done at the office for some reason. This of course, led you to being at the office for two hours later than normal, reading over every single word of the packet to check if it was correct and signing on the many lines that required it. By the time you finally got to leave the sun had long set and the last bus had shut down for the night, leaving you to walk the half-mile to your apartment completely in the dark, save for your phone flashlight, in the five-inch heels that your uniform requires.

As if that wasn't bad enough your phone battery was getting quite low. With at least 8 minutes left and the flashlight burning through the last 15 percent of your battery, there was no doubt that you would have to finish the walk in total darkness unless you took the shortcut through the alley. Normally you would, but at this time of night no one dared to go through there except criminals.

Your neighborhood is controlled by SKZ and everyone knows it.  Your landlord, Felix,  is a member of the inner circle. Even the police know but the group is so powerful that no one other than rookies desperate to prove themselves will ever do anything about him.  Despite being among CB97's highest ranked, Felix has never been anything other than nice to you.  He is honestly the best landlord you've ever had.  The only reason he upped the rent is to discourage all the people who tried to sign a lease without intending to ever pay.

Thinking about it now, you probably should have called him the second you realized your battery wouldn't last the whole walk.  He likely would have come to get you since he treats you like family.  At this point though, your battery won't even last long enough to get the call through.  You eventually decide to screw it, you're going through the shortcut.  Though you don't want to see anything illegal, you're well within SKZ territory.

By complete chance, the alley is empty tonight and you walk through undisturbed to your street.  It's a good thing that you took the shortcut because the second you get your door unlocked, the phone dies, plunging you into darkness for the few seconds before you switch on the light.  Locking the door, you drop everything on the couch, plug in your phone, and finally go to bed.

The next morning, you get up early, change into your uniform and head over to Jiyong's to drop off his paperwork as usual. When you get there, however, the door is ajar.  From what you can see without opening it any more, the inside is trashed.  Furniture flipped on its side, vases shattered, paintings splattered in red.  Of everything, this is what alarms you most. Without another thought you push the door open more and step inside, intent on finding your boss.

Carefully, you make your way through the mess, scanning for anything living.  At one point a cat scampers from the stairs to the kitchen but you pay it no mind. Seeing that he isn't on the ground floor, you slowly walk towards the stairs.  As you begin your ascent, voices slowly become audible.  Although you can't hear what they're saying, you can tell where they are, so you go in the opposite direction in hopes of finding your boss, preferably alive, before having to risk running into the owners of the voices.

Once you confirm that, no, your boss isn't on that side of the house, you start toward the voices, freezing as you get close enough to hear what is being said and recognize the deep voice and accent of your landlord.

"Chan, we can't find it. Maybe it's not here. It might be at his office instead, or maybe our intel was bad and he never had it to begin with."

"Keep looking, Bobby's intel has never been wrong before," replied Chan, "He has it and has hidden it somewhere in the house."

Another voice chimes in, "It took a while, but he's finally out. He just kept refusing to die."

"You're getting slow, I think we need to start you on anatomy training again," Chan teased.

"Whatever.  We need to get out of here before his secretary gets here," the last voice reminds as all three of them start walking.  At that, you snap out of your scared stupor and scramble to hide under an overturned armchair.  Apparently, you don't breathe quietly enough, since the footsteps stop right next to your hiding place.  A moment later, the chair is flung away, leaving you exposed to the three men.  The first two have pistols aimed at your head, while the third, Felix, just stares at you, surprised.

"Wait.  Chan, Jisung, don't hurt her.  She's one of my tenants and completely harmless."

"Then what do you suppose we do? We can't just let her go…"

"Yes we can.  She won't go to the police, and if she does we know where she lives!" Felix points out.

"He's right Jisung, we do know where she lives, but how about we give her an option.  Either she goes on with life as normal, forgets everything she saw or heard and be constantly monitored for the rest of her life, or she can come with us and we will take care of her needs. Either way works, she doesn't say anything to the cops.  But we did just kill her boss, didn't we?" reasons Chan.

Felix confirms, "We did.  She would have to find a new job."

"Those are the choices. Come with us and never have to work again, find a new job and be constantly monitored, or we do the same to you as we did to your boss.  Of course, I'd rather not have to hurt someone who accidentally got involved," Chan said as he turned back to face you, "so what do you say little one?"

Part One Coming Soon...

#chan #chan scenario #chan imagines #straykids #stray kids #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #mafia #mafia au #chan mafia au #kpop #kpop scenarios

[gvf-imagine]

Part 3

A/N: as always I hope you enjoy this chapter! Any and all criticism is welcome and helpful! This chapter is a bit of a cliffhanger I’m sorry 😩 I hope you all like it!! Also I’m sorry it took so long I’ve been in a weird place mentally but now it’s done ❣️

Tag list: @karrotkate @satingrass-maidensfair @jimmypagesandbrianmayshair @justacollegestudentyay @love-philautia @bandaid-rainbow @kakarla @elliestrawberries

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Beep beep beep...

Your alarm was blaring , you’d been awake for hours now , you heard it but just couldn’t find the energy to turn it off. Instead you let your arm fall to the side of your bed, feel around for the outlet and unplug the cord.

The beeping stops only for a loud bang of silence to fill your ears. It’s been three weeks since you last spoke to josh. You were honestly so frustrated with yourself and Josh right now but didn't want to let it show too much. You knew it, how could you be so dumb, of course you aren't the only girl he's talking to. The more you think about it the more upset you got. You weren’t sure you’d be able to get over this, which really bummed you out because not only did you like josh but you loved the company of the other guys too. You didn’t wanna lose your friendship with them, maybe you could even still be friends with josh....eventually....maybe.

Speaking of the devil your phone rang , you grab it to see who it is , it’s Jake. What would jake be calling you for ?

“Hello?” You answer , your voice week from crying for the past few weeks.

“Hey (y/n)....are you ok?” He asks getting straight to the point. You throw your hand up incredulously.

“No jake. No I’m not ok... I’m really not ok but you know what? That’s my fault. I thought me and josh had a connection that I guess he didn’t see” you answer, your voice losing its luster as you spoke. You could feel your heart breaking all over again.

Why were you so sad about this? It wasn’t like you knew josh for a super long time and had a crush on him forever. He just made you feel so good about yourself, so happy it was almost addicting. You missed him.

“I know, I’m sorry....I don’t know why he’s even messing with her again, they didn’t have a good relationship and she was super controlling and weird” Jake informs, he sounded a little aggravated, it was obvious he didn’t like her.

“Well I hope they’re happy together” you say with a tone that suggested otherwise.

“Well hey, me Danny and Sam are having a movie night tonight and I was wondering if you’d like to join?” He asks, his voice perking up. You didn’t answer right away. You mulled the idea over in your head.

“Josh won’t be here” Jake adds , trying to entice you.

“Sold. What time should I be there?” You reply.

“Hmm how about four?” He suggests.

“Sounds good, should I bring anything?” You ask.

“Just that beautiful smile” Jake flirts, you could hear the purr in his voice.

You laugh, it was the first time you’d laughed in weeks. It felt good.

“Will do, I’ll see you in a bit” you chime.

After the call ended , your rush of happiness faded, and worries filled your head.

Would hanging out with Jake , Sam and Danny make you miss josh even more? It was worth the risk for sure, the guys were so fun and brought such light to your life. You didn’t wanna lose three great friends just because one boy was being stupid.

You convinced yourself seeing the boys today was a good idea and with a smile on your face you hopped off your bed to get ready for the night.

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When you got the Jake’s place you were really nervous but you weren’t sure why. You took a deep calming breath before knocking three times in the mahogany door. Within seconds the door was flung open and a smiling Danny stood in front of you.

“Hey! I’m so glad you came” he said instantly pulling you into a hug. The butterflies in your stomach melted away, trickling down your legs and pooling out of your shoes , you glanced down at the imaginary puddle before you were pulled into the house.

Jake was the next smiling face you seen, he looked great, glowing honestly , you’d almost forgotten how attractive all of them were.

“Hey girlie , come here” he chimes , arms open ready to hug you. His cologne wrapped around you almost as tightly as his arms.

“I missed you” he says again with a sweet smile.

“I missed you guys too, so much” you reply.

“Where should we get pizza from?” Sam asks walking in from the kitchen , phone in hand.

“Oh hey!!” He exclaims when his eyes fall on you. Like Danny and Jake he wraps you in a gentle hug.

“How have you been?” He asks, you can see concern sparkle in his bold eyes.

You shrug.

“I’ve been ok, just tired I guess” you respond , your gaze falling to the floor.

Sam smiles softly and rubs your arm with his gentle touch. It felt so nice to have friends that cared about you, genuinely cared. You think back to what sam said when he entered the room.

“Have you guys ever had Marcos?” You ask , lifting your head to look at the boys.

The all shook their heads.

“Ok gimmie your phone , what kind of pizza do you want?” You ask again , grabbing Sammy’s phone.

“Pepperoni”

“Sausage”

“Hawaiian”

They each answer at the same time. You roll your eyes and chuckle, 3 pizzas for 4 people seemed a bit overzealous but that was nothing a little Mary Jane couldn’t solve. You called the pizza place and ordered the pizzas , Sammy paid even though you insisted you would.

By the time the pizza came , you and they guys had a few drinks and were feeling pretty tipsy. That old familiar warmth pooled in your stomach , your eyes hung low as Danny passed you the joint that was circulating the room. You offer him a small smile as you pluck it from his fingers. The sweet taste of the blueberry flavored rolling paper soothed the harsh itch of the smoke itself, you cough none the less.

You were all in the living room watching a show called ‘Bobs burgers’ one of your favorites. There was a knock on the door , you all sat up quickly, looked at each other before Jake stood up to answer the door.

“I’ll get it” he says as he walks down the short flight of stairs to the door, you can’t see him but you can hear him give a shaky “hey” to whoever was at the door. You heard jakes footsteps coming up the stairs along with what sounded like two other people.

You could almost hear your heart shatter as josh and Andrea appear before you. Your face felt like it was on fire and panic set in.

“Josh is she wearing your shirt?” Andrea asks looking at you, you were indeed wearing the jacket he gave you the night you met him.

“Oh you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me” was all you could manage to get out.

“I’m gunna go you guys... I’ll see you later , thanks for inviting me over Jake I had fun” you say, the sound of defeat ringing in your voice. Jake nodded his head with a sympathetic look.

“(Y/n) wait” josh calls as you walk out the door.

“No” you retort slamming the door behind you. Seconds later the door flung open and josh caught up to you as you walked towards your car.

“(Y/n) please!” He exclaims grabbing your shoulder.

“Please what?! Are you insane? I have no desire to watch you and your squeeze toy drool over each other all night! I thought you liked me Josh but obviously I was just something to do until Andrea came back around” you argue.

“Oh sorry I have to cancel our date something came up” you add with a mocking tone. Josh simply sighed and dropped his head.

“Look I DO like you (y/n) I like you a lot you’re a really great chick it’s just..” josh began to protest.

“It’s just what??? Andrea’s better ?? She’s funnier, smarter, more talented....prettier?? It’s just nothing and I’m just stupid.” You spat. The heavy lump of what felt like hot coals was back in your throat and you turned your head so josh couldn’t see you tearing up.

“(Y/n)...” josh whispered wiping a tear from your cheek. You wince and step back.

“Don’t touch me. Just don’t even worry about it josh...I wouldn’t wanna interrupt your precious time with Andrea.” You say turning to get in your car. Josh stood there and watched you drive away. Droplets of rain slammed against your windshield as you sped down the road. You heard your phone vibrate , you glanced down at it on the passenger seat next to you , it was josh.

Josh: I’m sorry.

“The fuck if you are” you say to yourself but you don’t respond to his message. At this point you didn’t even know what to say to him. You guys could still be friends but you needed space from him emotionally. You let yourself get way too attached way too quickly and that was your fault but he shouldn’t have led you on.

When you finally reached your apartment you walked straight to your room , took off Josh’s jacket and your pants and climbed under your covers. More tears spilled down your face as you slowly fell asleep to the sound of the rain.

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The next morning you were awoken by the sound of your phone vibrating incessantly. You grabbed it, seen it was your manager and answered the call.

You: “Hello?” Your voice was hoarse from sleep and crying.

Manager: “hey! Got some great news!” He chimes

You: “what’s up?”

Manager: “I booked you to open for a hot new band on their upcoming tour!!” He practically yells.

Sweet! You’d never toured with another band before.

You: “that’s awesome! Which band?” You ask now sitting up.

Manager: they’re called Greta Van Fleet!

Oh...

#greta van fleet #gvf #danny wagner #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #sam kiszka #danny gvf #jake gvf #sam gvf #josh gvf #gimmie shelter