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lov3lybarista · 2 months ago

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Wattpad:lov3lybarista Pairing: Thomas Shelby x OC Warnings: suggestive themes Word Count: 1.5k+ Masterlist. ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺ Song: You Look Like Rain by Morphine March 13th, 1923 just past midnight. Arrow House, United Kingdom.

That night, sleep took him fast for the first time in years. No whiskey, no opium, not even a beer opened. It was just the quiet ache in his chest and the lingering feel of her touch on his skin.

And when the dream came, it wasn't war or the ghosts of his past, it was her. But this time there was no stethoscope nor was there the black silk of her blouse. Instead she stood in a dim room bathed in golden light, something almost ancient humming in the air. Her hair was unbound and flowing vastly past her shoulders like the night sky itself, the cling of shadows and sin being her only form of modesty, though it faded the longer he looked.

The taste of desire sat heavy on his tongue, and when she approached him to where he sat on the end of the bed just as she did in her clinic—soft, slow, serene enough to shut up his mind—his arms suddenly felt too heavy to reach for her.

"Tell me where it hurts," she whispered to him again.

Though this time when she touched him, it wasn't profession, it wasn't barely there. Now it was sensual—explorative against the broad expanse of his chest, her nails gently scratching down lower, lower, lower, to the end of his stomach like she knew where the ache resigned. And when she straddled him, bare and soft in his arms he held her closer, as if his own body knew how to react before his mind did. His hands took hold of her waist, drawing her in tight against him like she belonged there—and it felt like she did. It felt. It all felt too real, too close, too warm.

The kiss was as much as his undoing as it was inevitable. Slow, dark, deep enough to where his tongue curled around hers like he was searching for the key to her soul. It gave away to hunger, his sin for her calmness and femininity.

And when he woke—he was drenched in sweat and guilt, the guilt of dreaming something so wicked for someone as elegant as her.

But beneath that guilt there was something brewing, something much deeper, something he didn't want to put a name to.

And so he didn't curse the dream, instead he laid there, his jaw tight as he stared at the dark ceiling, her name a reverant echo on his tongue.

March 14th, 1923, Friday evening. Arrow House, United Kingdom.

The bronzed light from the windows had stretched long across his desk, the whiskey glass sat there untouched like an orange bulb of light. The air around him was thick with quiet and anticipation of her call. He was sat again, waiting for her. Waiting for something he didn't admit to needing. Then the telephone rang.

Once. Twice.

He picked it up.

"Good evening, Mr. Shelby," her voice was exactly as he remembered it—feathered on the edges with that smooth accent, faint but present enough to make him light up another cigarrette to have something to focus on. But there was something else to it tonight, a hush, a warmth that wasn't there in the clinic, like she had phoned him from somewhere private, a place where the truth sounded softer than it usually did.

But just hearing it, followed by that soft breath of hers—a flicker, a memory of the dream. Of her mouth around him, her back arched off the bed, her bare chest pressed against his, her hand wrapped around his—

He pushed it down just as fast as it came, cleared his throat and shifted enough to where it seemed like she must have heard something in his tense silence.

"Does it still hurt?" her voice had softened now.

He hesistated, placing the cigarrete down in the ashtray to focus on it.

"Yes," he finally managed through his teeth, the battle between truth and pride finally won, "it does."

There was no judgement on her end, only her soft steady breathing.

"What I ask of you next won't be a demand but a request," she began, soft, steady like she always was.

He listened, he always did when she spoke.

"I want you to start cutting back," she sighs, "and you know exactly where. On the alcohol, the tobacco, whatever other drugs you take to fix your sleepless nights—"

Another pause, but it wasn't uncomfortable.

"I know its a lot to ask," she continued, "and I am not expecting a miracle, but your body needs you to start listening to it and not to the voices in your head."

He could picture her now, could almost hear the way she would twirl the long strand of black hair around her slender finger, her eyes narrowing on a knick-knack on her desk as she found the words to convince him. But it wasn't her words, it was the way she gave him the option. Like she was disguising mercy as a choice and letting him learn how to tie his own shoes all over again.

After a while of patient silence from her he spoke.

"I'll try," he murmured, quiet but certain.

He could almost hear the grin stretch on her lips, "good."

and then—right before she hung up on him, she added

"I'll have my instructions sent to your people."

He sat there for a while after, wondering how a voice could echo louder in his head than any bullet he had heard before.

The next morning.

It was too early, too early for someone like him. The house was too quiet, the sunlight was too pale, it was cold, the staff just woken up to make their rounds in warming the house with lit candles and kindled fireplaces.

Thomas stared down at the plate in front of him like it had just spit in his face and insulted his entire bloodline.

Warm lemon water, greens, poached egg whites.

"Where's the fucking bacon?" he hissed.

The chef—terrified and shaking like a leaf could only stammer out something about instructions and adjustments made for his better health. That's when it all clicked. The Doctor.

This time, he callled, and it was straight for her personal line.

The phone rang; once, twice, almost ending on the third until—

"Dr. Hassan."

Her voice was low, too soft. Slower than it usually was, touched with a rasp like she hadn't spoken in a while or had been too preoccupied using her mouth for something else. There was something about it—the heaviness, the lace of sleep, the kind of breath that came after being thoroughly occupied and then suddenly intterupted.

Thomas paused, his eyes narrowing. And then he hears it: a male mumble. Close, not even a full word, maybe her name, maybe something more intimate. Just a soft exhale into her shoulder between the rustle of linen and warmth, the quiet sigh of someone backing away as she stood to answer the call. His jaw tightened.

"Shelby," he said flatly, "it's Saturday."

"I'm well aware," she answered, her velvet voice laced with every breathy syllable now, "is this an emergency?"

There was a rustle, like fabric being slid off skin. He could see it now—she was composing herself, somewhere private, dim, too intimate for his complaining over the missing fat on his plate. He didn't know how to feel, nor did he want to know.

"I've just been served warm citrus water and what I'm told is kale but I refuse to acknowledge it," he muttered, aggitated and thrown-off, " with fucking boiled egg whites, no salt. Did you sign off on this assault on me?"

"Your chef is very obedient," she says after a soft sigh, "I told you I would send instructions. And kale is good for you."

There was that sound again, a male laugh, followed by an amused murmur. Thomas's fingers tensed on his receiver.

"You sound busy," he says, and then quickly before he could stop it: "did I interrupt something?"

She didn't lie to him. She seemed to never lie to him at all.

"You did," she says plainly, and then, quieter—so quiet it felt like she was speaking directly into his ear: "but I answered anyway."

Silence followed. He didn't know if he should hang up or ask who.

Who had seen her before the sun could rise? Who had gotten to tangle his fingers in those long strands that had brushed against his arm during the examination? Who had gotten to look into those too intelligent eyes that wouldn't let him get a moment of peace?

"I don't like kale," he finally rasps.

"You'll survive it." There was a shift in her voice, closer to the Dalia from the clinic that knew how to thread softness into a threat like a needle split through a silk shawl.

"Eat your greens," she says, "I'll call you next week."

Then, just before she hung up first like she always did, her voice dropped to that dangerous velvet hush again.

"Unless, of course...you would prefer I come check on you personally."

Click. This time the silence that followed wasn't peaceful. It was suffocating.

He stared at the dead receiver clenched tightly in his hand, his pulse thumping and his aggitation gnawing. And for the first time since the war, Thomas Shelby genuinely considered choking a man over breakfast.

#thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby x you #thomas shelby x imagine #thomas shelby x y/n #cillian fic #thomas shelby #thomas shelby fanfic #peaky blinders fanfiction #peaky blinder fanfic #tommy shelby imagine #thomas shelby x oc #thomas shelby smut #cillian murphy #cillian murphy fanfiction #cillian murphy imagine #cillian murphy x oc #cillian murphy x y/n

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tomikashii · 8 months ago

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tokyo debunker : obscuary ghouls with deaf mc

in light of another potentional obscuary centred episode coming soon, here is the obscuary version ! 💗

warning: ooc (?)

edward :

lived almost 400 years on earth so we damn well know that he knows how to sign (he was there when ASL was first invented 💀)

would sign to you immediately, the moment rui was busy signing to you. “i have lived here for centuries, i sure have met a ton of people like you.” he explains.

but his signing skills.. is abit rusty. his version of ASL was probably when it was first invented so you would see such unfamiliar but familiar techniques.

he doesn't go out much so don't even bother to think of running into him on campus. if there was a light of day where he does run into you there, he would use his parasol to shade you, gesturing you to turn around and meet his face up close.

would still invite you to watch videos with him. just turn on the subtitles & make do from there (he is so silly, i love him)

doesn't go on missions so the closest to him protecting you is from the door that is opening while you are going through your notifications from your phone, not aware of your surroundings.

rui :

knows what is ASL but never got the chance to learn it actually

so when he first met you, he immediately jumped on to the conclusion on learning ASL so when you do see him again, he could communicate with you 🥹

learns off the internet and would ask you for assistance. gets very hesistant and even moves away when you unconsciously almost touched his hand to sign properly 😭

would protect you from a distance, because of his curse.. he would really rely on the other ghouls or even lyca to protect you while on a mission with him.

when you do help rui with his bar, he lets you do tasks that is within his line of vision. whenever you show a sign of struggle, he would go over to your side and help out.

watch him threaten to disintegrate any customers if they mistreat you in any way ☺️ (i see him deploying lyca like a pokemon)

lyca:

a huge question mark. “.. you can't hear? are they broken?” “LYCA!” you did not hear that interaction between subaru & lyca but only see haku scratching the back of his neck awkwardly & subaru giving you a nervous smile.

had a hard time learning ASL but would go to subaru for help so that he can be more human & talk to one of his friends

since you are together quite often, he isn't afraid to defend you from the general students who will talk badly about you. so, imagine seeing lyca suddenly shouting angrily at some general students while subaru holding him back TT-TT

protects you during missions. would just jump or pounce on you to push you out of the way, using his body as a shield. when he turned into a werewolf & almost bit you, he literally started fighting himself, nudging you out of his sight.

whenever he sees you on campus, he would grab a hold of your shoulders & start shaking you so that you would turn and face him. (he thinks this will help your hearing to comeback...)

another person who would call out for you and realise that you can't hear so he would awkwardly walk over to you. 🧍🏻‍♀️

refer to my masterlink pinned on my blog for the other houses ! 💌

#tokyo debunker #mc tokyo debunker #obscuary #rui mizuki #edward hart #lyca colt #tokyo debunker x mc #tokyo debunker headcanons #this was so funny cause ed is just lazy 🧍🏻‍♀️

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yanderefairyangel · 2 years ago

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Knowledge in VNC : About Noé's eyes

So, we all remember that when Noé was very, very young he was injuried in one of his eye right ?

While people wonder why his left eye specifically, I might have the answer to this.

In latin, left is said "sinister" but in french it gave the word "sinistre" which means omnious and therefore lead to countless surpestition of left briging you infortune, on why you should never eat with your left hand, or that the wrong decision is always to choose the thing in the left etc. This comes from the Greek since Roman saw the left/sinister as a sign of good fortune and since VNC is full of latin/french reference it might be why.

Anyway, that answered. I'd like to point out something. In the Opening 1 of VNC, 空と虚/The sky and the void, towards the end of the 1st chorus, those lines are mentionned :

その目に僕は見えるでしょう？But those eyes can see me, can’t they?

You migh wonder why there would be such a focus on vision. Well, for a long, long time vision is associated with knowdlege which is why the word "blind" can have the literal meaning of not seeing things and the figurative meaning of not seeing them in the sense that you are ignorant about it despite the answer being right under your nose.

So to explain this I'd like to use two mythological reference : Oedipus and Tiresias.

Oedipus is know very infamous for giving it's name to something Freud called Oedipus complex, but in Sophocleus's tragedy, Oedipus king, there is an interesting play between the vision and the knowledge thanks to the use of the verb σκοπέω/skopeo which both means to see/to observes and to judge/to think. Hence the play shows us an Oedipus that has the answer to the question he has at the begining reguarding Laios's murderer and the fact that his wife Jocaste is actually his biological mother, but he doesn't see it, he is figuratively blind which causes him to not see in the sense of him making terrible decision and when he finally begin to see the truth, he is crushed by reality which causes him to blind himself literaly, saying that he is now as blind as he used to be at the beginging of the play. I could go on with this due to how interesting this auto mutilation act is, however I am supposed to focus on VNC.

Following this logic, I think that Noé's "bad eyesight" is mainly symbolic to how he is blind to some things of the world. At the begining of the story, he is mainly a child at heart, an innocent and well intentioned young man. He is pretty much a white page, he doesn't know the reality of so many thing and concept such as love or salvation. His vision is cracked to shows how much of an unreliable narrator he can be. We already had many instance of Noé's vision on an event being portrayed differently. See when he met Vani for the first time :

VS in chapter 52

We may wonder why it changed right ? well, it's because Noé vision/perception of things is shaped by what he knows of it.

An example of this in the Ball masqué arc

That's how Noé sees Vanitas. He is portrayed as radiant here, and the reason isn't just because he saved him from Naenia, but because Noé saw Vanitas saving several vampires using the Reverse operation, which gives him hope.

Vanitas is seen as a saving figure because it restored Noé's hope. After all, he experienced the loss of his childhood friend due to Curse bearer degeneration and this happen right after Naenia made him remember that.

However, when Vanitas fails to save Catherine and kills her instead, the portrayal/way Noé's view him changes

Vanitas's dialogue is in a dark bubble leading to understand the dialogue has a dark connotation which worries Noé creating a transition

The panel where darkness seems to be growing and thus contrast with the light panel where Vani's hair shines brighter with the use of trame; replaced now by ink to signify darnkess as taken over, and here it's in Noé's vision.

When we are at the point where he will kill Catherine, Noé becomes more hesistant, the look on the panel showing his anxiety and then

He remembered the face Vani made when he claimed to save all the Vampires but with the dialogue he said a bit earlier, and while many commented on how threatning this face is, the fact that Noé remember this face right as Vanitas is about to kill Catherine says a lot on how he ended up viewing him very differently from the moment Vanitas saved him.

With this example, you can see that Noé's perception is limited to what he knows of the thing he see, modeling how he sees things.

By the time of chapter 52, Vanitas could have once again appears in his soft side, having saved Chloé and having Noé learn about his own insecurities. But in this chapter, Vanitas threaten to kill his childhood, friend, hence he doesn't view him anymore as the same and is unable to focus on him. An blatant example is how he failed to notice that Vanitas made this face when he tried to attack him.

He will admits it himself, but it isn't before Jeanne, an objective watcher call hims out

That he snaps out. And even then he doesn't understand

Until he sees himself in the mirror

The fact that Noé's vision of Vanitas is shaped by what Vanitas let him see of him, coupled by his blind self makes him an unreliable narrator, especially when it comes to what VNC is about : knowing who Vanitas is.

Hence, I think Noé's eyesight is actually refering to this element, that he is figuratively blind. At least for now.

But it should also be noted that Noé and Vanitas don't view the same thing in the same way as they have different knowledge of it and I think nothing illustrates it better then their duet song, Le Formidable where the chorus goes as such :

I walk into this

useless (Vanitas)

wonderous (Noé)

world

The chorus and some of the verse are constantly showing the dichotomy of how these two sees the world, contrasting between Noé optimism view and Vanitas's pessimistiv view, and the two untertwining creates a sense of discontinuity within the lyrics as the song keeps switching between their 2 POV which is complete polar opposite and this is more notable when the song comes to the chorus where both voices finally sings together and seems to have finally meet, but to show that while they live in the same world and lives the same adventures, they don't view things in the same way.

Now talking about Tirésias. He was a mythic poet that was cursed with blindness but the gods granted him in compensation the gift to see the future and he became a famous fortune teller. This is actually linked to an old, old belief about blindness. That although they can't see, the are gifted with a knowledge unabling them to see what is invisible to the common man. And while blind people often have sharpended sense, this is also linked to the old belief that the poet as prophetic talents.

So how does it link with Noé ?

Noé is actually an entity that is double : with have past Noé, the character and present Noé, the narrator/writer of the story. Past Noé is blind, but present Noé, while a potentially unreliable narrator is the one that knows how the story ends. After all, the end of chapter 1 sounds like a premonition.

And that's because it already happen. Like for Oedipus that couldn't escape his fate, the story Noé is telling is bound to end like that because it's what the narrator already experienced. There is that critic Jean Paul Sartre made about true stories not existing arguing that the moment you tell a story when you know the ending of it, it cease be authentic because we don't know how things are supposed to end. And indeed, no one but God can know what will happen in the future. It is what is name the occult, ot "what is hidden"... what people used to believe blind people could see as compensation for their defective eyesight.

That add up to the fact Noé was shown to be literaly defective within his eyesight due to his injury. But canonically Noé has the power to know something that others vampire in particular can't. As an Archiviste, he can knows the past of someone by drinking their blood and looking into their memories, which got him to have a lot of people looking down on him for that has it's allowing him to look on what is intimate, etymologitically, what is deep inside of them, that which they occult. And in the case of Vanitas in particular, it's something that 1/ Vanitas don't want him to know 2/Noé admits in chapter 52 to not know.

However, as I mentionned the narrator knows the ending of the story, which contrast with how Noé is ignorant of the events of VNC compared to his future self narrating the story. And in chapter 56, there is finally a hint of him learning his irremediable fate

From the mouth of Vanitas, Noé learns what is future self already knew and told the audience.

This might be an indicator that Noé will manage to pass of his initial blindess as he tells the story and thus recover a proper eyesight, signifying be able to see things other then through a veil of ignorance/innocence/subjectivity.

And this can be seen as through VNC, there are clear instance of Vanitas moments focused when Noé was simply not here, and thus should not know about it, specially when Vanitas nevers tell him about it, such as his meeting with Jeanne at the ball, his discussion with her during the lunch Lucas invited them to partake, their meeting at the ball, their date in Paris or in the cabine.

There is also the fact that he relates his meeting with Ruthven in the meantime, when he should have forgotten about it. Or, the most obvious piece of evidence, the fact that he was able to convey how Vanitas felt when he attacked him even though the chapter made it clear Noé had no idea on how he looked like

This for instance, shows that Noé/narrator was able to overcome his own biais and overcome the fact he would have remained an unreliable narrator had his vision not changed.

Long story short is that Noé/narrator knows and see what Noé/character doesn't know/see and shows us the ignorance he had at the time, while keeping in mind that Noé/character doesn't know while Noé/narrator is the one who knows everything. What is going to happen, how it is going to unfold.

Thus it is very important to remember that what Noé/character sees will constantly be challenged by what his future self saw and therefore knows.

And considering that VNC heavily deals with how Noé's vision of the world is constantly challenged throughout the story, I think it is possible that his character would evolve in such a way

#vanitas no carte #the case study of vanitas #vanitas no shuki #jun mochizuki #noé archiviste #meta analysis #manga analysis #greek mythology

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shinestarhwaa · 1 year ago

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NEW ROMANTICS || PARK SEONGHWA PT.2

Pt1 | Pt2 | Pt3

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Angst

Pairing: Seonghwa x Fem Reader

Word Count: 2.7K

Tags/warnings: Strangers to lovers AU, Readers name is Julie, Trauma concerning parents/fights/abandonment/alcohol, anxiety, starting a new life, lack of self-love, making out, seonghwa has a massive thing for her boobs, fingering, squirting, dirty talk, blowjob, throatfucking, family death

Taglist: @anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @changbinslovelylegs @jonghostie @lovjensoo @mjyungi @bratty-tingz @sugarnspice630 @stardragongalaxy @bro-atz @wisejudgedragonhairdo @mingisg00dgirl @wh0re4yunsangho @vesvosmozhno

ENJOY!

Lola was right, it was time to give it a try again. Maybe he would be your romeo, so what did you have to lose? You found yourself standing in front of his house, hesistant to ring the doorbell. You sighed deeply but then finally rang it.

Seonghwa opened the door and smiled widely, dressed in a linnen shirt and classy slacks he looked like a perfect summer snack. He had asked you to come to his place for pasta and wine and you were happy to agree. There was still no literal confirmation but Priya had assured you that these meetings were all very date-like. ''Hi, beautiful,'' he smiled as he welcomed you into his house. You smiled and gave him a peck on the cheek. ''Hey Romeo,'' you said without thinking. He laughed loudly, ''Romeo? I kinda like that. Because you're Juliette.'' ''That's kinda stating the obvious, but yes,'' you laughed, ''Lola came up with that, my sister.'' He nodded, ''Yeah, I remember her name.''

Soon enough you were seated at the dining table eating delicious pasta that Seonghwa made himself. He seemed to be an amazing chef which works in your favor because you sure as hell sucked at it.

Somehow you landed on the topics of relationships and it did not take long before you got to the topic of your ex being in bed with your best friend. ''So, that is how I ended up with severe... trust issues when it comes to relationships. But I'm getting help, I'm talking about it,'' you sighed. Seonghwa listened intently as he drank his wine. ''What a jerk... I don't understand how people can hurt the ones they love so much...'' ''Right,'' you nodded.

''So,'' you spoke to shift the conversation, ''How's the dating scene here? There are a lot of young people, you must've had quite a few girlfriends.'' Seonghwa shook his head, to your surprise. ''No,'' he stated after swallowing his pasta, ''Well, the dating scene is very wild indeed around here, but I've never had a girlfriend before.'' Even though you were the one asking, his confession felt sudden.

''Really?'' You asked. ''Truly. It's on me, though, I'm the problem.'' You frowned. ''How come? You're so kind and you've got beauty to die for... What is the problem?'' You ask, taking the glass of wine in your hand and drinking from it. ''I struggle with self-love so... I self-sabotage before I can even really give myself to the person I'm dating. So I always cut it off early... I don't think I deserve love so I won't let myself have it.''

It was silent for a moment, and then Seonghwa realized what he just said. Panic showed in his eyes and he nearly suffocated in the wine he just sipped. ''No. No, wait, I'm trying to break the curse I put upon myself. I do not want to cut this off. That's not what I am planning on doing. Fuck,'' he cursed. ''It's okay... I understand, Seonghwa,'' you said, placing your hand on top of his. Some sort of electricity or spark ran through the two of you and he seemed to feel it too because his eyes softened for you.

You figured not everything is what it seems. Sometimes people seem happy and they seem to not have any issues but that's not true. Everyone has issues of their own, be it with family, friends, the world or themselves. This was a good lesson for you not to judge by someone's happy, bright cover, because this can be a cover-up of the sadness inside the other.

''What's not to love, Seonghwa? You're beautiful, and you're beautiful on the inside as well, you have been really making me feel better... You deserve to feel better too. Everyone deserves love, so you do too.'' Seonghwa struggled to hold in the tears welling up in his eyes. ''I just... Want to fix it. I want to fix myself. I want to be able to look at myself and think I'm worthy of love. That I deserve someone taking care of me.''

''Let me take care of you, then,'' you whispered. You looked into each others' eyes once again and before you knew it he leaned over the table and reached for your face. Cupping your cheek in his hand he passionately kissed you, a silent tear rolling from the outer corner of his eye. Your hands ran through his hair as you deepened the kiss, slowly standing up without breaking it off. You slowly got on the table, sitting on your knees as Seonghwa was still standing before you. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you moaned into his mouth when his hands roamed your ass, squeezing it slightly.

Seonghwa broke off the kiss and kissed your neck before lifting you off the table. Your legs wrapped around his waist and you kissed him again when he pushed you against the wall. He was stronger than you expected, but to be fair he had told you he's trying to work out more often to become stronger. Hard work clearly pays off.

You soon reached his bedroom and your dress was pushed up, his hair was disheveled, hands roaming over each others' bodies as you laid on top of him. Your lips plump and his hands cupping your breasts as you sat on his lap. You whimpered softly when he pulled the top of your dress and your bra down together. He sat up and grazed his lips against the soft skin of your bare breasts. Seonghwa's long tongue escaped his mouth and it swirled around your right nipple. He then slowly and gently bit down on the sensitive nub, making you whine his name and making your pussy throb.

''You are so beautiful, my Julie,'' he whispered. The look of him sucking on your tits right beneath you was astonishing and breathtaking at the same time. ''Seonghwa,'' you moaned, throwing your head back. His hand slipped under the skirt of your dress and into your delicate panties. He rubbed his fingers over your folds, wet and slick with arousal. Two of his fingers slid through your folds and halted when you hissed at the feeling of his fingertips brushing alongside your clit.

Seonghwa circled his fingers on your clit as he kept sucking and licking your breasts. ''Fuckin' goddess,'' he cursed as he heard you moan his name as he picked up the pace. ''Oh God,'' you moaned once more, ''I'm yours, Hwa, please make me yours, wanna feel you tonight, wanna feel you all night, please,'' you begged him, even though you know you wouldn't have to. He would give you whatever you wanted in a heartbeat. ''Of course my love, I got you, I'll make you feel so good and treat you so well, I've got you.''

His two fingers slid into your awaiting hole that sucked them right in. Immediately you clenched around him and he smirked as he kept latching onto your chest. ''Please,'' you moaned. ''What is it, precious?'' he asked as he moved his fingers deeper inside you. They were so long and he just needed the right instructions to hit the right spots hidden inside you.

You lifted the dress over your body and discarded the bra as well, showing your body as you slightly leaned back. ''Move faster, harder,'' you moaned. Seonghwa nodded and obeyed, thrusting his fingers into your cunt at a faster pace. The sounds of your squelching wetness were like fuel to his flame.

''Curl them a little, j-just slightly to- Oh!'' You cried out. Seonghwa listened carefully to your voice and bodylanguage and was quick to pick up on what you want. Even though he never had a real girlfriend he was surely skilled enough on this. Your breathing picked up and your chest heaved up and down as you felt your orgasm come closer. ''Gonna come on my fingers for me, aren't you? Go ahead, Julie, Baby, Come for me, give it to me, my fuckin' angel,'' he cursed underneath his breath.

With a single thrust you felt yourself coming undone, a shock waving through you. Your arousal gushed out of you and leaked all over Seonghwa's hands and lap. Your body shook and shivered as Seonghwa rode you through your orgasm. You slowly calmed down and looked at the mess you made of him, but Seonghwa didn't mind. A big smirk was plastered on his face.

You got off him and gave him the time to undress fully. He was a bit shy about taking his underwear off at first but when you reassured him he'd be fine he pulled it down, showing off his rigid cock. Your mouth watered and you told him to sit on the edge of the bed. You got on your knees in front of him and you parted his legs. You licked a stripe from the base of his cock to the tip, where you swirled your tongue around it, gathering some of the pre-cum that was leaking from it.

You took more into your mouth and started to bob your head up and down, but so teasingly slow that Seonghwa felt he would go insane at any given moment now. ''Please,'' he whined softly, bucking his hips up slightly. You opened your mouth wider for him and you encouraged him to buck his hips up again. Nervously he did so, hitting the back of your throat. When you didn't pull away he did it again and again, until he was fucking your throat, hearing you moaning and choking around his dick. ''H-Holy fuck, Jules... Oh my God,'' he moaned as he got rougher with it. His hands ran through his hair and his head was thrown back, which was truly a sight to behold. Sadly he stopped himself before he could cum.

Seonghwa guided you back onto the bed and laid you down. ''Was that okay?'' he asked inbetween neck-kisses. ''Yes, very much,'' you assured him, before you let him continue. ''Wanna be inside you so bad, Julie,'' he moaned as his cock rutted against your thigh. ''Then put it in, fuck me, Hwa,'' you spoke. Your eyes locked again and you nodded, spreading your legs for him and giving him a perfect view of your soaking cunt. ''Raw? I have condoms though.'' You shook your head and wrapped your hand around his cock to slowly guide it into your hole. You whimpered when he pushed it in, the stretch stinging you.

He slowly rocked into you, slowly pulling out and pushing in again. When he picked up the pace your eyes rolled back and moans spilled out. ''S-Seonghwa, fuck, please, fuck me harder, fuck me harder,'' you cried out. Make me forget, you almost said.

His thrusts never faltered or got weak, they stayed steady until you told him you were getting close. He had embraced you, holding you so tight and he grinded into you so deeply it caused friction on your clit. You felt yourself tense up and then release with a loud moan. Seonghwa was quick to pull out and he came over your pelvis. He panted softly before licking his own cum off your body. ''Hwa,'' you called out softly. He laid next to you and held you close. Your eyes went shut when you laid your head on his chest, taking deep breaths. It had been so long since you gave yourself to someone like this. But he was worth it, wasn't he?

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It's been about two weeks since you and Seonghwa have been sleeping together and there hasn't been a day you haven't had sex with him yet. Every single day you showed up at his door again and it would be only a matter of time before you're back in his bed, riding his cock until you couldn't anymore.

Honestly, you were afraid to talk to him. Because if you started talking it'd mean talking about how your father abandoned his family to start a new one and it'd also mean talking about your alcoholic mother failing her rehab. When you joked about it to your friends they looked rather worried than amused. ''Julie, babe, this isn't a very good sign. You haven't told him any personal stuff? Anything?'' Mona asks. ''Well... No. He'd find out I'm fucked up. We're doing fine right now.''

Mimi sighed. ''Julie, one day that will explode. You can't just keep on having sex 24/7 and leave it at that. That's not a relationship. Plus, he told you about something he struggled with, right? Why can't you talk to him about stuff? Believe me, if you bottle stuff up too long you'll burst, I've been there.''

You sighed and finished your cup of coffee. ''I just don't know how to talk and not lose someone.'' ''Well, you will not lose us over it, why don't you share your story with us? We can all share our stories, right?'' Priya said, to which all the girls agreed. Here goes nothing then.

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Talking to the girls had helped you more than you thought it would. ''Duh,'' Lola had said to you, who had been telling you to open up more since forever. She suggested you take him on a date and have a calm and relaxed conversation with him.

So now you were walking hand in hand with Seonghwa as you made your way to the beach. Seonghwa's hand slightly squeezed yours a little more as he stepped foot into the sand, but you did not think much of it. You laid down a big blanket and sat down on it. It was very quiet at the beach, which was usually strange for a July evening, but there was a festival going on in town so that's where everyone was now. You and Seonghwa both did not really care for it though, so you could have your date without being bothered.

Seonghwa shifted a lot while he was sitting down, trying to find a comfortable spot. ''Have you been well? Did you eat?'' you smiled. ''Yeah,'' he answered. You were taken aback by his short answer, but decided you should not think much of it. You pulled two bottles of soda and a bag of chips out of your bag and put them on the blanket so he could start on those anytime he wanted to. But he wasn't truly here, somehow. He wasn't present, he just stared into the sea. Your heart sank a little, thinking he must be disappointed you're not giving him sex right now, or maybe he's bored of you? You shook your head and just put on some soft music to relax yourself.

You tried to talk to him but Seonghwa didn't say much, even when he was telling you a story he was far less enthusiastic or detailed as he usually is. It must be you. He must be tired of you by now, or he doesn't like the date. What are you doing wrong? You hated it but tears welled in your eyes and when Seonghwa noticed his expression softened. ''Julie..? Hey... Why are you... Don't cry, please,'' he whispered as he wiped a tear from your cheek. It didn't help because the tears kept on pouring.

''What am I doing wrong?'' you sniffled. ''What? You are not doing anything wrong, darling, why would you think that?'' You looked at him and frowned. ''Why would I think that? Well maybe because you've been acting like you're annoyed, irritated and unbothered the entire night. Cutting me off, short responses, awkward bodylanguage. If I'm being annoying or I'm doing something bad please just tell me because I can't deal with you acting like-''

''I'm sorry.''

You shut up and looked him in the eyes as tears continued to fall down your cheek. ''It's not you, darling, it's me. And it is this place.'' This place? ''I thought I'd show you a place I love. I... I really love the sea and the beach because it's the only place my family had true happiness. It's where I feel calm and... Where I can be me...'' you spoke softly.

''I appreciate that... you wanted to show me a part of you. But this place is the scenery of the darkest day in my life.'' ''You're not gonna tell me your dog drowned here, right?'' you said, throwing in a little dark humor, but it wasn't the right time because Seonghwa looked you dead in the eye.

''No,'' he spoke, while looking back at the sea, ''It's my sister.''

#kpop #ateez #shinestarhwaa #seonghwa #seonghwa x reader

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soranihimawari · 1 year ago

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Take a Break

word count: tbd

pairing: unofficially coupled: nanami x reader

rating: angst/sad ending

notes: this occurs the night of the Shibuya Incident (teehee... ;-;)

Sometimes, taking a break helps to clear your mind. A coffee break for some may be the answer to see things clearly in a meeting later on. Lunch breaks are usually reserved for office gossip and or catching up on tasks which needed to be completed by the end of the day. Regardless, here you were minding your business as you clicked save one last time.

Earlier during your shift, you decude to text an old friend of yours from high school. Surely both of you have since decided your career paths: you went on to go to a good university and get a degree in finance; your classmate decided to stay ultra part time in a different department of the business while still remaining a teacher on the downlow. You sighed as you clock out and look at the date on your phone. You knew there would be a long wait for the trains to Shibuya, the part of the city where you and your friend were to meet.

Tonight was a night to be remembered as those around you in the rain come and go as you travel from one side to the other. Your phone lights up with a croissant emoji next to your friend's name dance across your smart phone.

"Nanami?" you answer a bit perplexed. You can hear him running. Running means something was wrong. Very wrong with how he breathes your name in the speaker. "What do you mean don't come? I'm already on my way?"

The train comes to a grinding halt and you jut forward. He hangs up with a warning to be prepared, so here you thought as the trains clear out, you are aghast as are the other passengers of the bloodshed around the underground stop.

"No wonder Kento told me to be prepared," you mumble as you prepare to work some overtime.

Luckily for you, you are able to gain your senses as you choose to leave behind your suitcase on the subway train. You pull out a machete from the back of your pants suit and when you see a monstrous curse, you slash through it with zero hesistation.

You slash away floor after floor, charging as best you can with the spare cursed energy you have bottled up. You finally reach the floor your phone reads as Nanami's location.

"Min!" you call out and he turns to see you. Blonde hair dramatically swishing in the air as he jogs toward you. You are withihn arm's reach and he holds your hand and tells you to run, you keep up.

"Kento," you huff his name as he pulls you into the next corner. "Was tonight the night you need back-up?"

"Mmhm," he covers you with his body and you rest your machete on the side by your leg. "You made it out ok."

"Yeah," you smirk. "I had to keep my night open because this classmate of mind needed some help. Or a drink."

Nanami sometimes is a mostly serious man, but for you, he smiles with sincerity. He holds his knife and he laces his fingers with yours and he commands you stay still.

"We'll go drinking as soon as this mission's over," he says like it's a promise he intends to keep no matter what.

So, when your bodies are eventually found the morning after the Shibuya Incident, an old friend with jet black hair (dressed in a preistly kimono) raises a bottle of whiskey for you both to enjoy in the afterlife.

#sora after hours #nanami x reader #nanami angst

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yumeko2sevilla · 1 year ago

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Yukiharu Shirokami_ grievious soldier

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮

ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ

"While fate is the result of unnecessary events, it sometimes is needed for necessary things."

_The Solitary Soldier

Full Name: Yukiharu Shirokami

⤿Yukiharu (雪治): A name of Japanese origin. '雪' meaning 'snow', while '治' meaning 'to manage'.

⤿Shirokami (白神): A name of Japanese origin. '白' meaning 'white', while '神' meaning 'god'.

Japanese: 白神雪治

Other Names(s):

╰┈➤Haruka (The first years)

╰┈➤Yuki (Minako Sakamaki- @/anxious-twisted-vamipire)

╰┈➤Monsieur Militaire (Rook Hunt)

╰┈➤Swordfishie_ Mekajiki-chan (Floyd Leech)

╰┈➤ Heartslabyul's Grievious Solider

╰┈➤ Obsidian (Kalim Al-Asim)

╰┈➤ The Executed Soldier of Heartslabyul

Title(s):

╰┈➤13rd Head of the Shirokami Clan

Twisted From: Dipper Pines_ Gravity Falls + Akemi Homura_ PMMM + Kisaragi Shintarou_ Kagerou Project-Mekakucity Actors + Life Reset Button-kemu_Vocaloid

Voice Actor(s):

╰┈➤ Japanese_ Hirose Daisuke_ Tenma Tsukasa_ Project Sekai

╰┈➤ English-Vietnamese_ Khoi Dao_ Albedo_ Genshin Impact

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Age: 19 (Appearance Wise)_ Unknown

Gender: Transgender FTM (He/ They)

Species: Human_ ? / Undead Storyteller_ Currently

Birthday: October 11_ Libra

Height: 196 cm

Hair Color: Obsidian Black_ Light-ish Gray

Eye Color: Obsidian Black

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╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮

Homeland: Vietnam

『Family:

╰┈➤ Soraru Shirokami (Father)

╰┈➤ Kotoha Shirokami neé Hakurei (Mother)

╰┈➤ Unnamed Younger Brother』

Occupation(s):

╰┈➤Student_ Graphic Designer

Dormitory: Heartslabyul

Grade: Freshman

Class: 1-A (No. 12)

Best Subject(s): Art, Enigmic, PE

Club: Board Game Club

Favorite Food(s): Caffeine Drinks, Vietnamese Food, Energy Drinks

Least Favorite Food(s): None

Hobbies: Sleeping, Drawing, Dealing with Deadlines

Talent(s): Memorising, Deadline Dealing, Graphic Designing, Strategy

"Heartslabyul's Grievious Soldier. A cold and distant storyteller who strikes the fear of many students by just his eyes. Came from the clan with too many crimes, he's forced to lift all of that burdens upon his shoulders."

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ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ

"Do you think this is the real punishment, the first step for you to be reborn?"

╰┈➤Distant Clockworker: Most said that the 13rd Head of the Shirokami Clan doesn't let anyone in his eyes. Well that isn't wrong, is it? Yukiharu is quite cold, as his default expression is always a blank face with tired glares. He never seems want to talk, despite the polite tone he always uses.

╰┈➤Sounds of A Dream: Yukiharu is,, suprisingly kind. You might not see it, but there's still warmth inside his eyes. May it be just a lend-up pen or a hand, he will gladly give it up to you even if he doesn't show it.

╰┈➤Capturing Memories: Yukiharu has an ability to remember almost everything they have seen perfectly. However, for the host themself, it was both a curse and a blessing.

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✬Unique Magic: Clockworker Lullaby (時計じかけの子守唄)

"Someday, when the times come for the signal to ring again.. Clockworker Lullaby."

╰┈➤ The user is capable to manipulating time however they want in a wide space or specific targets; they can turn back or even create a timeloop if they want to. The only expection are those they touch right before they cast the spell.

╰┈➤ Side Effects: Intense headaches and blood-coughing if use multiple time repeatedly.

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╰┈➤ Backstory: °•°[Karmanic Debt]•°

╰┈➤Yukiharu is multilingual and can speak Russian, Japanese, English and Vietnamese. Maybe with a little of Swedish.

╰┈➤Yukiharu is in a relationship with Kalim Al-Asim.

╰┈➤While he doesn't sing much, Yukiharu is quite a metal singer! His voice when screaming is loud enough to smash all of the windows in Heartslabyul, and even that doesn't make his throat tired!

╰┈➤Yukiharu may or may not has a literal library of his own..

╰┈➤Yukiharu is Demiromantic Pansexual

╰┈➤Disliked Airin Tojinomi to guts. This guy won't hesistate to kill them if they keep bothering his friends.

╰┈➤Yukiharu is really good at rhythm games. This is parts of the reason why his senses of hearing is inhumanly well.

╰┈➤Yukiharu is Half-Vietnamese and Japanese. But his nationality is currently Vietnamese.

@anxious-twisted-vampire @writing-heiress @achy-boo @yukii0nna @abyssthing198

#twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #twisted wonderland #yukiharu shirokami #yukiharu🌧️

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psychocharlie · 2 years ago

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Dennis meets Charlie’s pets

One day Charlie doesn't show up at the bar for a long time, even Frank says he didn't come home to sleep. Dennis sends him urgent 911 messages, but Charlie doesn't answer, his phone is unavailable despite their agreement to always pick up the phone after receiving 911 emergency messages from each other. And Dennis starts to worry: there's no telling what could have gone wrong, he could have been caught and arrested, something could have gone wrong, and his own victim could have killed him. Dennis was on the edge.

Mac tells him about Charlie's bad place and Dennis goes into the fucking vent for him. The Golden God in all his glory climbs into the stuffy, stinking vent for Charlie; if someone had told him that before, he would've laughed in their face. But he goes in there despite Mac's best efforts to talk him out of it, because no one knows what Charlie really does in his bad place and going there when Charlie clearly didn't want to be found could be tantamount to suicide.

Dennis rips his favorite shirt, scratches his cheek, curses and almost gets lost in the narrow, dark passages of the ventilation system. Nevertheless, he finally finds Charlie's bad place, adorned with a threatening, poorly written message on the wall and a skull drawing for clarity.

He finds Charlie there, completely shattered and stoned, sitting among the shards. His friend is sitting with his back to him, unaware of Dennis' presence, whimpering and mumbling something in a whiny voice. He’s twirling something in his hands, holding it up to his face. Upon closer inspection, Reynolds realized that it was a severed human hand, glistening with moisture.

– JESUS CHRIST! – Dennis couldn’t hold back and cried out, shocked by the sight. Charlie jumped in fright, reflexively throwing the hand at Dennis, who yelped in a less than courageous manner.

– Damn it, Dennis! Why the hell did you sneak up like that?! I almost shit myself! Goddamn. But I'm glad it's just you, not someone else. Holy shit. What are you doing here?

– You've been gone for two days. You didn’t pick up your phone, not even 911 emergency. I thought the cops had you. Or worse, you were killed. And what the fuck is this shit? – Still recovering from the shock, Dennis pointed at the severed hand that had flown straight into his face just a minute ago.

Charlie squirms, wiping his teary and sticky eyes and stutters.

– Um… it's like… my pets. I come here and play with them when I feel sick…

– Your what?… – Dennis rubs his nose, trying to hide his disgust. Then he looks at Charlie carefully and his voice softening.

– What's happened, buddy? Why are you here?

Charlie sniffles again, hiding his face in his hands and sits down on a dirty floor strewn with broken glass. He shakes his head vigorously, not wanting to tell, but Dennis approaches him from behind and gently massages his shoulders, trying to calm him down. Dennis knew Charlie very well, and physical contact was the thing that really helped him during these breakdowns and stress.

Eventually, Charlie begins to talk.

– I've been thinking, Dennis. I've been thinking a lot. My thoughts are racing. The hum of voices, the screams of my victims. It's all mixed up. It haunts me every fucking second. Even in my sleep. I can't sleep, Dennis, I just can’t. I can't sleep after… – Charlie hesistates and doesn't finish the sentence. He's afraid fall asleep after the dream in which he ate Dennis. That's what scares him the most. Charlie doesn't know what to expect from himself when it comes to anger outbursts, and that stupid dream revealed his darkest deepest fears. He's afraid of losing Dennis. He's afraid of hurting his loved ones. He's scared that one day he’ll lose control completely and become a real monster. Charlie rubs his weeping eyes and shudders when his friend's hand gently squeezes his shoulder. His shoulders slump. – Even glue and cat food aren’t working anymore. This can't go on any longer. I'm a horrible person, a total psycho, I want...I want to stop this. I'm so tired of it, Dennis. I'm insane, aren't I? Tell me, am I a total psycho?

Dennis's heart, which he thinks of as a heart of ice, sinks when he hears all this words, and he sits down next to Charlie and hugs him tightly, stroking his back and just whispering – Shh, shh, shh, buddy, you're okay. It's alright, Char.

Except Dennis knows he's not okay at all. And Charlie knows it. And what they both also know is that Charlie won’t stop, no matter how much guilt he feels.

Nevertheless, Dennis, almost without disgust, takes Charlie's "pet" – a severed hand – puts it in a jar filled with medical alcohol and places it on the floor, where three others stand. He wonders if these are all victims he had or if he has only made the hands of four of them his "pets." But he does not voice his question, not wanting to worsen his friend's condition. Besides, intuitively he knows the answer: Charlie has many more victims than just four. He tucks the hand back into the jar where it was kept until Charlie took it out, and then sits with him in the debris for a few hours, just holding him in his hands and cradling him. Dennis hopes he'll get better, as he has no idea how to cheer him up in this circumstances.

Eventually Charlie, tired of shaking and crying, just falls asleep in his arms, and Dennis sits there with him until morning, exhausted by his heavy thoughts. At times his hands automatically stroke the Charlie's chest, pulling him closer. The filthy vent, the broken glass, and the jars with severed hands inside, standing here and there, aren’t obviously the best place to sleep, but he can't leave Charlie alone. So Dennis sighs heavily and closes his eyes too.

#iasip #charlie kelly #dennis reynolds #serial killers au #charlie and dennis are murder buddies #dennis is bastard man #charlie is chaotic psycho #headcanon #charden #it’s always sunny in philadelphia

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xartus · 1 year ago

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On Selling Culture pt 2

The dangers of trying to teach the masses of endangered folklore are thus:

No regional understanding of the folklore

People taking it lightly in terms of cultural preservation, heavy in terms of personal use (because they think magic is real like out of a fairy tale)

Dillution of regional varieties of folklore

There's a handful of publications out there claiming to teach whatever the fuck they're calling Southern folk magic these days. Most of that is heavily edited to make money and fit a certain audience. It also makes people think that such things in said books are universally practiced. THESE ARE NOT REALIABLE SOURCES

And I'm hesistant to give reliable sources because, inevitably, some fuck is going to pick something out of context and its going to blow up on social media and have the soul sucked right out of it. And before you know it, its being sold at Books A Million after being mass produced in a factory to make a profit. (Looking at you, people who still think its okay to "smudge)

I still do services for people, and I just don't explain it, because the benefit for them psychologically is the ritual and the mystery of it all. I play a persona of mysterious backwoods sorcerer for clients. The reality of being a mysterious backwoods sorcerer is much less spells and curses and much more introspection, observation, and relational communication with persons corporeal and non corporeal.

Some people who say that they routinely and easily talk to/understand spirits, ancestors, whatever, are trying to sell you something. The rest of people who claim this aren't malicious, but are usually talking to their wishes, expectations, and parts of their own soul/psyche. (I'll write a post about that later)

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vince-linder · 2 years ago

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And if you die, I wanna die with you

A normal day, with a normal gig. It was nothing special, so Vince went alone, leaving Johnny at the Afterlife as a backup. But somehow today Johnny was nervous. Something felt off. But until now Vince didn't called him in for backup. Johnny nibbed on his drink, tapping on the counter of the table he was sitting at. Other patrons and Mercenaries looked at him, being annoyed by his nervous behaviour. Johnny didn't care. Shouldn't Vince be already done with the mission? Just a quick in and out, right? Than why wasn't Vince back. Johnny took a deep shaky breath. The buzz of his phone let him wince, he fumbled for his phone hasty and nearly dropped it. Vince names was showing on the display, and Johnny hesistates to look at it for a moment. He took another long breath, opening the messenge with a bad feeling in his guts. "Johnny?" "Yes?!" "I fucked up. I could need a bit of help. Please? [Coordinates send] "I'll be there in 5!" Johnny put his phone back in his backpocket and jumped from the chair, running out of the afterlife without explaining a thing to anybody. Patrons looked after him, shaking their heads.

He jumped on his bike and cursed as it won't start at first, a second try and the engine dies down again, Johnny was too nervous. At third try the deep roar finally let the bike start and Johnny headed down the road towards the coordinates Vince send him. Johnny didn't paid much attention to the traffic on the road, cutting edges and going full speed. At the coordinates he stops on a big parking lot of an old Petrochem warehouse. He could see traces of a fight, shutdown alarms and cameras. The usual way Vince was fighting. Johnny draws his pistol and slowly sneaked inside the warehouse. He was on edge, expecting gang members on every corner, but he only found dead bodies of Maelstromer members. Not a living soul around. He headed deeper into the warehouse, hearing a faint coughing sound. Oh no. His steps got faster, following the sound of the coughing. No.

Johnny gulped down as he found the origin of the sound. Vince was sitting with his back to a wall, surrounded by corpses of Maelstromer, and a big puddle of blood. Johnny never saw him down like this, he paces through the blood and bodyparts and kneels down before Vince. "Jesus! What the hell happened here? Vince? Speak to me, please." Vince opens his eyes and takes a sharp breath in "Hi Johnny.". He looks at Johnny with a small pained smile, before he looks down on himself. One hand pressed firmly to his side, were a big amount of blood was leaking. "Yeah... may were a few to many from them, hu?" Vince let his head fall back against the wall and a dark laugh escapes him "Fuck..." Johnny lookes over Vince body and nearly puked as he sees the big wound on Vince' body. "Hold on, Vince. Just... I call Trauma! I am gonna pay for it!", hasty and with quivering hands Johnny pulled out his phone and dialed for Trauma. They didn't were premium costumers, but they were known and rich enough to get on the line. His leg begins to tremble as he waits for the other side to confirm that they are on the way. Finally. The timestamp was starting.

"Two Minutes, Vince! Promise me to hang on for two minutes! Please.", Johnny was tearing up. The lone thought of losing Vince was making him ill to the core. "Dunno, Johnny. Cannot promise, that I have that much." Vince takes a deep, sharp breath, trembling under it. He opens his eyes again, smiling at Johnny "Atleast I can see you again." "NO!" Johnny was pacing around Vince, closely watching him, making sure he doesn't lose his consciousness. "It's gonna be alright! Promise me to stay with me!" "Mmh. It is so good to see you again, sweetheart." Vince trembles with every breath, a pained expression in his face. He looks down on himself once more "Got a bad feeling they got my lungs. Or my heart. Maybe both." Vince closes his eyes again. "You are not going to die! Not today! You will survice, you are a though bastard! You have faced death before! In so much worse state!" Johnny kneels down next to Vince again, taking his hand into hisown. The first tears start to drop, and he feels like his heart was ripped out of his chest. The one person he truely loved, that made him feel the best way, was about to die. Was it all for nothing? All the risks they took against Arasaka to safe both their lifes? "Mmh, I know Johnny, I know. I love you." Vince exhales, slower with each breath. A coughing fit hitting him hard after the last breath. Johnny could only watch, seing Vince like that reminds him badly on the time with the relic. "I love you too, Vince." Johnny voice was nearly breaking and he gulps down the bad feeling, the urge to puke. Suddenly three members of Traumateam jumped through the roof and land exactly next to Johnny, they look at Vince and nod. "Take a step back, Mister.", a sharp voice speak to Johnny. In pure defense he holds up his hands and takes a step back. They injected some medicial first aid into his airway before they picked him up to put him on a stretcher. "You are gonna be alright, kid. Just keep breathing and stay awake." "Yes sir." Vince murmurs with a slight chuckle, his eyes closed. He points in the direction of Johnny "He's gonna come with us. He's my husband."

"You heard him. Come on."

They all got into the AV. Vince was laid down on a platform and Trauma started to work on his overall state. Johnny sat silently next to Vince, holding his hand and hoping for the best. "We'll be taking you back to the hospital where you can get some intensive care. You'll make it. Just stay with us." The flight made Johnny only more nervous, seing the heartmonitor and hearing the beeping of it. It wasn't regular at all. His left legs starts wiping again. Vince took short sharp and jerkingly breaths, but he smiled at Johnny softly the whole way The Traumateam fastly applied the first aid, and soon they were at the Hospital. They picked up the stretcher with Vince and lifting him up to a more transportable version. His body already on tubes and wires. They let Johnny follow them into the operation room. The medics rushed in right away and started to work on Vince. Johnny sat on a nearby seat, watching them. His mind was everywhere, running wild. So much was going through his head. But he had to hold it together and keep Vince together. Vince was the only thing that mattered to him right now. Vince was still bleeding heavy, and already lost far too much blood. The med-team started to apply synthblood to his body, but also start cursing. The operation seems to be much more complex then it seems beforehand. The tech was beeping, loud and alarming, as his body refuses to work with the synthblood. He stays on the verge of collapsing. And if he weren't on the verge of dying, Vince voice was as optimistic as always. His gaze on Johnny and a small smile on his face "Johnny?" His husband was again in pure panic and shock. Watching Traumateam and the doctors try to keep Vince alive, but clearly failing with it. Johnny gulped down and his eyes finally meet again with Vince's "Vince. Please. Don't... don't go." He put a hand on Vince arm and looks pleading at him. The tears start to dwell in his eyes again.The cursing of the team get louder, it get more hectic in the room. They still keep up their long trained routine. But the blood pressure didn't stabilize at all, and his heart rate was sinking on really bad levels "Johnny. Hey, babe." Vince puts his hand over Johnnys and smiled fondly. "I need you to be strong for our son, yeah? You have to protect him, our lil Jackie." "V-Vince." Johnny looks at him, his body shaking from holding back to sob and cry out loud. "No. Please. Don't let me ... I can't... I...." Vince took a long deep breath, collecting the rest of his force to speak to his soulmate. He could already feel how his body was giving in, but he needed a few more minutes. "Johnny. Promise me. Promise me to remember all the good times we had together." Vince slowly sits up on the edge of the bed, ignoring the warnings of the doctors and the burning pain from within his body. His time was up so no need for holding back.

"Hey." Vince smiles softly. He places both hands on Johnnys cheeks and wipes away the tears. "I know it's hard. But I believe in you, babe. You can do it. And I know, it's not fair, god I wish I could do anything against it." Vince takes a long deep breath and grithes his teeth together. A bad wave of pain was hitting him right now. In an attempt to sooth them both, Vince leans forward and puts his forehead against Johnnys, his right hand on Johnnys cheek, his left on the edge of the bed to give himself more stability. Despite all the pain he was in he smiled softly at Johnny, a loving gaze in his eyes. "I don't want this either Johnny. But I am glad for what we had. You remember our time in japan?" "Yes." Johnny was gulping down and his voice nearly breaking. "We had so much... the whole world was ours to take on. We are on the top of Night City, the powercouple we always dreamed off. I ... Vince, please. I can't do this without you." "You can do this, Johnny. You have to. Jackson needs you as his dad."

Vince slowly caress over Johnnys cheek in a circular motion, but his strength was fading and his body trembling. "I love you, Johnny. And I don't regret one minute of our time together. It was truely the life I always dreamed of." "I... I cant.", Johnnys tears were flowing freely by now, his breath hitchy and in a state of denial. "I don't wanna do this. I can't do any of this without you, Vinny."

Johnnys tears subsided slowly, but he was still shaking. His whole world was breaking. He was losing everything he ever fought for. His love, his friend, his soulmate. He had nothing left. He was hollow.

"Vince, you mean everything to me. Please. Don't go." "I know. You are everything to me, Johnny. And I could never forget our time together. You were always like a brother to me and than suddenly it was so much more." A soft but pained laugh escapes Vince on the memories. "I still remember your shocked face when I just kissed you in the middle of the desert." Johnny laughed softly between his sobs. "You were always so unpredictable, it's what I loved most about you." Johnny looks over at the heart monitor and sighs. "So. V. This is it, huh?"

Vince let out a sad sigh, was Johnny was seeing on the monitor was he long feeling. All his organs were about to fail, his body on the verge of finally collapsing.

"Yeah. This is it." He places a small kiss on Johnnys lips "I love you, don't ever forget this."

"I love you too, V. And I will never forget you." Johnny kissed him and this was truely the most painful kiss he had ever endured. A kiss filled with pain and sorrow. His right hand brushes through Vince' hair.

Vince smiles softly "Love you more." The pain skyrockets through his body, the last attempt to stay alive. "See ya in Afterlife, Johnny. I'll wait for you~" "See ya in Afterlife, V." Johnny held onto the bed as he watches Vince take his final breath. The monitor in the back made a loud beeping sound, as his organs died down. Everything was falling apart. Johnny was alone.

#cw: character death #cw: angst #cw: dead #cw: blood #johnny silverhand #Vince smidt #cyberpunk 2077 #silverv #v cyberpunk #OTP BlueRocker (no more)#AU!singledadJohnny #no beta reading

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elswhore · 3 months ago

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your virginity being taken by a stranger at your friends party was clearly not on your list.

— alcohol. sex. intense pda car/bathroom.first time.

The room was buzzing of colorful lights and the music making your heart beat through the rymth and the scent of alcohol mixed with smoke.

You had forced yourself at this party in hopes of easing the stress that you have been feeling for the few weeks, hell week was such a shit to you and your goal was to take it all back by drinking your ass off tonight.

Being glad that azzi invited you to party which your quick to accept, finding yourself gathered with your friends. you only wore a one piece dress that showed your curve.

“i feel like spinning” aubrey breath out resting her head on your shoulder, you laughed and patted her head. “you drink like a bull.” you commented and she bit your shoulder making you gasped.

“damn finally paige your here.” azzi scoffed, you looked over at the tall blonde girl who, took a double stare at you before talking to azzi.

while you and aubrey just kept teasing each other taking turns on smacking shoulders, you cant help but look over at the blonde girl, you caught her name was paige, your not the only one looking, paige would also steal glances towards you.

it kept going on like that, and truth be told, you cant help but squeeze your thighs together, because something in her stare is the type of making people go weak. aubrey noticed your silence but chose to ignore it since she assumed your probably already high.

the staring between the two of you was like a signal that something is going to happen later on, but your growing impatient, and your quite a delusional.

you slowly stood up and they payed no mind, but again, paige acted all sly side eyeing you but you caught her again. you then made your way to the bathroom which was suprisingly empty, well since the dancefloor was full it was already expected.

you opened the faucet and rubbed your hands in water roughly, you do this whenever you feel like your waiting for something, and to your relief, the door swang open revealing paige, the both of you held eye contact before your the one who broke it.

due to your habit, you splashed a full water on your face, making you gasp forgetting you have makeup on. "what was that?" paige asked clearly amused and you frowned sighing. "just something i tend to do." you shrugged and paige thought for a second. "i feel like i know whats that called." paige thought hard and you chuckled smacking her shoulders. "i dont even know what it is, how could you possibly?" paige clicked her tounge dissapointed at your assumptions.

"you dont even know me yet, how could you possibly think i dont know?" paige repeated your words with different direct for you. "unless you want to know me more." paige muttured but loud enough for you to hear. you chuckled and moving her gently to step aside, but she quickly held your hand staring deeply at you.

"saw the way you have been looking at me." paige stated and you stared at him for a second before speaking. "i dont know. just wanna look at you." you confessed and she smiled, the thing you said meant to things, probably you looked at her because your zoning out or because you really wanted to. and of course we know what paige felt on what you said considering the confidence she have.

she leaned down closer to you and licked her bottom lip before speaking up. "do you...wanna fuck?" she hesistated but her words are direct and straightforward.

thats how you found yourself under this tall girl in her flexing arms, roughly and deeply kissing you like there was no tommorow.

paige pulled away and cursed under hear breath attacking your collarbone next, her hands trailed to your thighs getting dangerously higher.

your breath hitched which paige was quick to notice. she stopped and looked at you caressing your hips. "you sure you want this pretty girl?" your quick to nod and speak up. "just nervous...never done this before.." you muttured looking down ashamed and paige quickly caught your chin making you look at her once she heard you say that eyes widen.

"so your telling me, this is your first time?" paige asked firmness in her voice and you nodded, she raished eyebrows scanning you, she cant believe it. "first time doing it in public?" she asked again her gaze returning to you, you sighed and bit your lip. "im a virgin." you state and paige's mouth was left slightly open before it curled into a amused smirk.

"fuck so your a virgin." paige muttured under her breath slowly nodding as if she just assumed you are not. "and its all mine." paige cooed tilting her head to look at you.

"unless your really giving it to me—" you frowned cutting her off. "just fuck me." you say in all seriousness and she smirked. "all i needed to hear baby." she commented and caught your lips in a deep kiss.

paige pulled away breathing heavily. "lets take this to my house." paige suggested caressing your bottom lip.

you nodded and she gave you a peck on the forehead opening the door, she secured her armd around your waist caressing them, the both of you squeezed thru the crowd her eyes never leaving yours.

once the both of you reached outside, your met with a luxurious black car, you raised both your eyebrows and she smirked turning it on with her keys, she opened the door for you and sliding inside.

inside was dark and the only light source was the red led light underneath making the athmosphere lustful, it was cold and you can feel the ac hitting your skin.

paige starts the engine and drived away not wasting any more time, while on the road paige looked over at you and licked her bottom lip.

"can you take your clothes off f'me baby?" paige begged voice low, you smirked, your fingers started to trail down your lace keeping eye contact.

her eyes would shift to the road and to you time to time, you moved your lace to the side letting your silked dress slide off your body exposing the red bra you wore.

paige bit her lip scanning your body, "take them off." she demanded and you passed the cloth in your legs fully taking them off, your red panty showing.

she cursed under her breath and placed her hand on your thigh caressing your skin, you moved her hand higher her fingers having a brief contact with your clothed clit.

you let out a moan and paige bit her lip focusing on the road, speeding up the car, her fingers starting to slip inside your panty rubbing your clit.

when you moaned, she smirked amused her tounge poking the side of her cheeks. she gently rubbed her clit and contained her self on trying to insert it in.

after what felt like hours of torture for paige, the both of you have finally arrived at her big ass house, driving straight to the garage.

going out the car, paige had already pulled you in for a kiss, while you held your dress to your chest to minimize the exposure of your body.

she lead you to her room upstairs her lips never leaving yours, on the way, the both of you are stumbling and a giggling mess.

arriving, she pushed you down the bed your body sinking at the soft matress, you looked up at her and she licked her bottom lip unbuttoning her long sleeve keeping her eyes on you.

as shes top naked, she leaned down and kissed you again, her hands making its way to the side of your hips squeezing your skin.

"spread them f'me baby" she muttured under you ear, you widened your legs and paige locked your legs with her thighs, she rubbed your clit again keeping eye contact and you groaned.

"tell me if it hurts." you nodded biting your lip, she focused on the way shes inserting her fingers inside you, when she heard your reaction she moved her gaze over at you.

"fuck- your squeezing me in." paige chuckled she tilt her head slowly thrusting her fingers, she was so gentle with you, she leaned down to place soft kisses on your collarbone to your chest.

you moaned your hands reaching her hair caressing them.

she bit your skin and her fingers starts to slam in faster, you arched your back moaning louder making her weak, paige cursed under her breath and moved to your neck.

paige groaned thrusting deeper burying her face on the crook of your neck muttering "taking me so well fuck."

"think im gonna cum—" you breathe out and she inhaled your scent speeding up curling her fingers inside you.

you arched your back more and you relaxed breathing heavily when you released your climax, your cum dripping on paige's fingers.

you look over at her and she smiled kissing your forehead. "good girl baby."

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frozcnlight · 2 months ago

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Indeed, Miran was more than clueless that hunters would one day come here as well. No, actually, this wans't the truth. In fact, it was even an utter lie. She was simply confident that they would not get her. Despite being a horse, she knew that she could just hit them with her legs. The question was just, did she really want to stay here? This forest had given her a feeling of safety and stability for the past year or even longer. It was like she was able to not lose her mind, because of the sounds that surrounded her on a daily basis. Sounds, she was never able to hear in her life as a human, because of being stuck in her home forever. The breeze, the soul underneath her hooves - to people like him, it might was natural to be outside. But she remembered the feeling the first breeze had hit her fur. Even though she hated everything about being cursed into an animal, she had the feeling of freedom for the first time.

The birds were not just distant noises, but close. She could even see them fluttering by. The flowing water they stood in, she even had felt rain for the first time. In the past, she only had held out her hand in order to feel the tiny drops - and even that seemed too much in the eyes of those who surrounded her. Or perhaps, it had been actually fear that kept her in those woods? Fear of leaving, fear of somebody maybe coming back after all and not finding her? Fear, that she would follow somebody, would get betrayed again and wouldn't find her way back home? This definitely was what she was scared of right now. What if she followed him out of this kingdom and their paths would seperate for some reason? She wouldn't know anymore where to go.

And this was, why she was hesistant. Why her mind keep changed between agreeing and disagreeing. How much trust was she willing to give? Though Miran heard how he drew closer to her, she did not look at him nor response for a while to anything he said. All she did, was simply lowering her head as she thought about everything.

"Okay, I will come with you.", she soon said, her heart beating in the insecurity and anxiety she felt. Actually, everything within her screamed to not do it, to stay here. But this was surely just because she wasn't used to changes. Ah, perhaps this was one another reason why she felt so hesistant. Losing her previous home had hurt already, despite being nothing but a luxurious prison. It seemed, like her mind had adapted to this forest more than she thought and had seen it as her new home. Yes, that must be why she didn't feel too comfortable with thinking about leaving it behind, "If you promise me to bring me back into my kingdom once we are human again.".

And if he wouldn't leave her standing alone somewhere in the nowhere. But she was not confident enough after all, so speak those words.

#{ Part of a different story ( AU )}#{ Horse!AU }#fallesto

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idiswhadidis · 2 years ago

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math camp

pairing: jungwon x fem!reader

sypnosis: Jungwon's mom forces him to go to a math camp but what happens when his best friend since kindergarden which he got feelings for tags along?

genre: best friends to lovers, fluff

featuring: Eunchae from LE SSERAFIM

warnings: math (lol), cursing, some jealousy

wc: 3,4k

hi everyone, enhypen finally dropped their new album so I have to celebrate it by posting this wohoo. I hope you enjoy.:)

To be Jungwon's best friend could be called as a bless or curse. Most likely a bless cause he’s a polite, distinguished gentleman but even more a pain in your ass.

You know each other since kindergarden you both became friends pretty quick after you saved him from a spider crawling up his leg, you actually freaked out when you touched the spider but little you wanted to be a hero and it worked. Little Jungwon looked at you with big eyes and mouth wide open, mesmerized by your proud big smile.

Then you both went to middle school, hanging out with each other most likely everday, your mother and his mother became also good friends, your familys even went on vacations and trips together.

And now you were in high school sitting in math class, next to Jungwon.

„Boy, if you don’t stop Imma kick you where the sun doesn’t shine“ you glare at him he’s been testing your nerves for 10 minutes. His mom wants him to go to this stupid math camp in the holidays cause his grades let’s just say are not the best but yours are (slay).

„Please Y/n, you can’t let me alone I don’t wanna suffer alone I thought we‘re „the“ dream team“ he's looking at you with desperation,

„We are but I don’t want to sacrafice my holidays for a fucking math camp“,

„and you think I do? My mom is forcing me and I know it’s gonna be more baerable when you come along“, „flattering but no, I have good grades and I want to enjoy my holidays“ a pen in your hand ready to write down what the teachers trying to teach,

„I will pay your food for six months“, well now he’s getting frustrated not hearing a response from you he continues „for 1 year?“ still no response.

He leans back, hand on his chin thinking about how to persude you, when he suddenly quitely slams his hands on the table startling you, looking at him seeing him with a smirk knowing you’re doomed.

-1 Month later-

Sunglasses on your nose a suitcase on your left, a Jungwon on your right and your mood on the ground. Staring at the „Welcome at the math camp!“ sign with this stupid mascot of an owl with glasses waving at everyone. How fantastic.

„You better keep your promise or Imma dunk you into the lake“ death staring him, he smiles at you as if he’s an angel (devil) „Of course“,

„Hello everyone! I’m Bethany and I’m the host of this camp, it’s nice to meet you! I know you might think this are going to be the worst holidays ever but no, I promise you all, even though it’s a math camp it will be so much fun! Our team prepared a lot and I hope you will enjoy it.“

You groan quietly „as if“ you whisper that only Jungwon could hear nudging you in the rips with his elbow.

„Now, when you look to my right you can see there are some pin boards about your camp houses, look for your name and make yourself comfortable we are not going to do much today because it’s already 6 pm so we’re are going to have dinner and a campfire to get to know each other. So we will meet here again at 7 pm. Have fun!“ Bethany stops her ranting and Jungwon takes your hand dragging you to the pin boards.

„camp hause number 4 and 2 let’s go“ and again he drags you along with him „so we’re not together in a house?“, „was to be expected, let’s go to your house first.“

Standing infront of the door turning to Jungwon with a frown „I’m too socialy awkward for this“, „I know but that’s okay give it a chance maybe you will find some new friends“ you look at him with a dissapproving face, him turning you around and pushing you to the door „I will be here at 6:50 so be ready“ you nod and open the door with hesistation walking into the house seeing 4 beds in each corner and one girl arranging some stuff.

The girls head pops up „Omg Hi! I’m Miya nice to meet you!“ she smiles at you and to not be awkward you smile back „Hey, my name is Y/n“ and now you both stand there smiling... yep awkward,

„so.. bad at math I guess?“ she asks „actually no, my best friend forced me to go with him“, she gasps „what a great best friend“, „right? But if it’s with him it’s okay“, „oh?“ she side-eyes you with a little smirk, „no not like that“ you narrow your eyes at her sarcastically laughing together „I think we’re going to have a great time“ she beams and turns back around to arrange her stuff and so you choose one of the beds getting yourself ready to live here for beautiful (not) 2 weeks.

Opening the door from your camp house seeing Jungwon already standing there waiting for you

„I hope there will be some good food I’m starving“ you say, him turning around „I saw some pizza boxes on the table were we’re going to eat“ he answers seeing your moody face turning into a ball of happiness making his heart burst, „ohhhh yes!“ putting your fist up in the air like you just won in the lottery, „let’s go, let’s go“ taking his hand into yours dragging him to the meeting point.

„38, 39 and 40.. Great! Everyone arrived, so as you can see tonight is going to be pizza night we have enough pizza for everyone so take as many pieces you want and let’s meet at the camp fire and get to know each other!“ Bethany stops talking and you’re the first to speed walk to the buffet making everyone snicker feeling a bit embarassed, Jungwon being your number one suporter having him right beside you his hand resting on your back making you gulp.

Taking a plate and taking some pieces completely drooling over it, grinning at Jungwon „let’s go“.

Walking to the camp fire seeing Miya waving at you making the gesture to sit beside her „Oh, that’s Miya from my camp house“ you tell Jungwon, walking straight up to her and sitting down, finally taking a bite of your pizza groaning quietly „so good?“ Jungwon asks, nodding at him cheeks stuffed with pizza.

„So, I see everyone gathered here so let’s get started. I think this will be more fun when we all know each other so let’s indroduce ourselfes-“ your shoulders dropping whispering in Jungwon's direction „that’s gonna be so awkward“ him squeezing your leg for support „-I will start so my name is Bethany I’m 31 years old and I love to bake nice to meet you all“ she turns her head to the one beside her letting them continue.

And now it’s Jungwon's turn „Hey my name is Jungwon I’m 19 years old and uhm I love to dance“ your time to shine, you gulp intruducing yourself is nerve wrecking „uhm Hi my name is Y/n I’m 19 years old and I love to water my plants?“ making Jungwon laugh, smacking his arm making everyone laugh, amazing you’re going to be the clown of this camp. „I didn’t know you like to water your plants?“ Jungwon whispers „I don’t“ making him shake his head with a smile.

After painfully playing around for 3 hours Bethany finally said her good night.

„That was… exhausting“ Jungwon speaks up tiredly as he walks you to your camp house, „my soical battery is complety drained“, stopping infront of your door he hugs you and quietly says „well my lady, I hope you will have a good sleep and don’t let the bugs bug you“, looking at him in horror „don’t jinx it dumbass“ grinning at you „good night prince charming“.

You are never going to be a morning person, waking up at 8 in the morning during holildays should be illegal.

Sitting around the table resting your face in your hand still sleepy you suddenly feel a hand on your shoulder.

„morning sleepyhead“ turning around seeing the boy of your dreams, „morning“ you mumble him sitting next to you „slept good?“, shaking your head „nah I can’t sleep properly when I’m not in my own bed“, „if there wouldn’t be others in the camp house I would be by your side“ that wouldn’t be the first time but it still makes you blush „I’d actually love that“ him smirking „I know“, …excuse you?

„Good Morning everyone I hope you slept good, today is the very first day of this progamm so we’re of course starting to do math today so eat something and get the day started.“

Walking into the classroom in groups of 10 people so there are 4 classroom and thank the lord you were with Jungwon in the same group.

You actually hoped that a math camp would be something like swimming in the water while answering some math questions yeah.. that was so dumb.

You saw your name tag on the table in the corner of the last row sitting down looking at Jungwon who poorly sits in the first row trying not to laugh as he mouths „help me“, a man walks into the room standing infront of us.

„Hello there, I’m Zach and I will be your math teachter for the next 2 weeks nice to meet you all. Now before we start I will explain how this progamm actually works, so everday besides Saturdays and Sundays we’re going to start at 10 am in this classroom with math till 4 pm with an one hour break, so 5 hours of math a day is not that bad right-?"

Not bad? If you would be at home you could lay around in the swimming pool for 5 hours but thanks to your best friend you’re going to suffer to death. Rubbing your eyes and cursing Jungwon in your head.

„- and after 4 pm is Bethanys fun progamm. So because you’re here willngly or because your parents sent you here I want you to do your best so you can see math isn‘t that hard and you will for sure get better grades once you return to school. And now for the typical rules we’re going to respect each other and if someone says something incorrect we’re not going to make fun of them. So let’s get started open your books at page 1.“

Not even 1 hour in it, you’re ready to shoot yourself call it dramatic but you would rather sit in a room full of tigers, and to top it you’re getting irritated by a girl who’s constantly staring at Jungwon.

You wouldn’t call yourself a jealous type of person but when it comes to Jungwon something switches inside you.

Update it’s been 3 hours and girly girl with the name Lissy has been trying too much. You don’t know if Jungwon is dumb or dumb af, cause that girl is pushing it asking Jungwon math questions over and over again batting her fake lashes and pouting when she doesn’t understand a single thing. Rolling your eyes when Jungwons cluelessly helps her.

„Alright guys you all did amazing it’s been 3 hours, time for the one hour break.“ Zach announces everyone standing up ready to leave this hell off a classroom, passing by Jungwon not sparing him a glance.

Opening the door form the bathroom getting frightened when Jungwon suddenly stands there,

„Why didn’t you wait for me?“ walking pass him washing your hands „You were too bussy with that girl and I had to pee“ drying your hand on the towel not noticing Jungwons little smile „There’s no other reason right?“ he asks tilting his head challenging, little shit knows you too well,

„No, why would there be?“ slightly narrowing your eyes „hm sure.. then let’s go, the girl wants to introduce her friends to me and I’m taking you with me“ before you could say no Jungwon helds your hand tightly in his, trying to wiggle out of it but to no use.

Seeing miss Lissy from afar gives you the ick seeing her excited waving at Jungwon „Won you came“ you swear your eye just twitched,

She walks up to you both literally grabbing him away from you letting you stand there alone

„so this are my two friends Jason and Mike, Jason Mike this is Jungwon my new friend“ you couldn’t take it anymore turning around ready to run away-

„And who’s that girl?“ god damn it, „That’s Y/n my best friend“ sighing turning around „Hey“ making eye contact with the two boys refusing to look at Lissy.

„Oh weren’t you the girl who loves to water her plants?“ blinking at him „apperently yes“, „girl come here I’m a plant lover let’s talk“, univerese sure has a thing against you, you neither love to water your plants neither have you any knowledge about plants.

You don’t know how you got here but you were actually enjoyning the conversation with Mike, you talked in the beginning about plants but you quickly found out that Mike is a fast topic switcher (thank god) now you were talking about his dog?

„And he really took a shit on your bed after you scolded him?“ you asked „Yes, you should have seen his face it was like „yes I just did that“ that little shit.. he even ran away with still shit on his ass I had to chase him around the house“ having to laugh outloud making Jungwon turn his head around making him currious what you find so funny,

„God I would have loved to see that“, „I mean if you want we could meet up someday after this math camp and we could take a walk with him“ looking at him surprised „uh yeah sure?“ the both of you continued your conversation but what you didn’t catch was Jungwon's intense stare.

Sadly the one hour break came to an end and you were back in hell, it felt a bit weird walking with Mike and not Jungwon „So I hope I will see you later“ Mike says when you seperated into your classroom „for sure“ you smile at him noticing Jungwons glare.

Sitting down in your seat ready to grieve for your bed once again.

You thank god for letting the 2 hours of math went by fast, now you were all at the meet up point wearing your bikinis, swimmsuits etc. ready to have fun in the water.

„Now after 5 hours of math you all deserve to relax, have fun and if somehthings happens the life guards to my left will be right by your sides“ Bethany announces.

„Wanna go for a swim?“ Mike asks you „Nah, Imma sun bath I’m not really a water person“, he nods at you and leaves.

Laying down on the grass with your towel ready to get the sleep you didn’t get in the night.

Not long after you feel something touching your foot thinking it’s a bee you pretend to be dead not wanting to making it aggressive and sting you, when something touches your foot once again you slightly open your eyes and see a Jungwon staring at you and poking your foot with his toe? closing your eyes again,

„I’m trying to sleep what you want?“ „let’s swim“,

„no“

„yes“

„no“

„yes“

Before you could say no again Jungwon picks you up bridal style making you shriek „NO, Jungwon I don’t want to“

„Don’t care we’re going for a swim“ he says as he already walks into the water „Lemme at least take of my shirt I don‘t have something to change into when it’s drenched“, he looks at you „I know you’re lying you would just run away and don’t worry I have spare clothes“, groaning he knows you like an open book, asshole..

Still being carried he walks further into the water letting you slowly down your shirt totally drenched, sticking umcomfortable on your body.

„Wohoo so much fun“ you say full of sarcasm, him poking your stomach.

„So Mike?“ he asks literally out of nowhere blinking at him „Don’t tell me you brough me into the water to talk about him?“ „And what if I did?“ oh we’re getting bold now?

„Well what about Lissy?“, „I asked first“, „I’m a lady so ladys first, now spill“ you raise an eyebrow at him.

„well there’s not much about Lizzy she’s nice and funny“ looking at him irritated „She’s annyoing as fuck dude“, „and so is Mike“, „you didn’t even talk to him you can’t judge a book by it’s cover“, „well did you talk to Lissy before you judged her?“ he serious? „You little-“

before you could end your sentence you jumped onto him like a monkey, arms around his neck and legs around his torso startling him but still catching you wrapping his arms around your body protectively.

„something just tangled around my leg“ you look scared at the water, Jungwon's trying to see something and spots- „Y/n, it was just seaweed“ him grabbing into the water having seeweed around his fingers turning his face to yours which is really close to his leaning slightly back,

„well that was emberassing, we’re never going to talk about this again“ ready to untangle from Jungwon but him tightening his hold not letting you go, making you confused looking at him seeing his serious expression „wanna let go or?“

„How long will this continue?“ he asks, staring at him cluelessly „Huh?“

„Us lying to each other“, you have a guess about what he means but you try to dodge it „I still have no clue-“, him squeezing your waist making you nervous,

„Stop lying, I’m sorry to expose you now but when you once talked to Eunchae I accidently eavesdropped and heard you say things about me“ making your eyes bulge out turning your head to the left actually wishing to dissapear.

so that asshole knows that you’re in love with him..

„I’m actually really glad that I eavesdropped cause I always thought this was one-sided“ turning your head around looking at him shooked,

„Since when do you..?“

„First day of kindergarden..“ him grinning at you making your heart melt „..how could someone not fall in love when they get saved by their hero?“ making you laugh „you were really scared of that spider“,

him death staring you „you just were scared of sea-“ kissing him before he could talk further him melting into the kiss that was way overdue, hands on your waist pressing you onto him chest to chest, deepening the kiss slipping his tongue into your mouth, gripping his hair making him groan.

Once breaking the kiss you rest your head onto his shoulder „I’m so in love with you“ whispering against his neck giving him goosebumps kissing your cheek „god i’ve been waiting to hear that.“

-2 weeks later-

Math camp was finally over which means you could finally enjoy the rest of your holidays, you were glad that Jungwon forced you to go with him I mean who would have thought you would become a couple at the second day of this camp? well you didn’t.

„So you’re gonna pay for every milk shake I will ever have in my entire life?“ looking at him with happiness, you have an unhealthy obsession with milk shakes and the deal was Jungwon would pay for every milk shake you will have until you die „Of course a promise is a promise“ he answers-

„Oh look there they are“ Jungwon says seeing yours and his mother, picking you both up,

„And how was it?“ your mom asks while she hugs you „It was good“ you answer „You feel smarter?“ Jungwons mom asks Jungwon making you laugh „good joke“ Jungwon glares at you sticking up his middle finger at you.

Sitting in the car feeling tired you rest your head on Jungwon's shoulder saying hello to the dream land.

Jungwon's mom looks in the back mirror of the car glancing at Jungwon whispering „Are you finally..?“, Jungwon nodds and smiles at your sleeping state.

„You owe me 100 bucks“ Jungwon's mom states to your mom.

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