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wedgie-stories · 6 months ago

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Hotel Hell

It’s a nice hot summer day, and five friends are deciding what to do. Jack, Corey, Chris, Matt, and Tyler were all chilling at Jack's house.

Chris suggested exploring a recently abandoned hotel that had gone out of business. Most of them were in agreement, but some were worried.

Eventually, they all got ready and headed to the hotel. Once they arrived, a large chain-link fence was around the property to keep people and scrappers out. They climbed up and over the fence. Once over the fence, they began looking for a way into the building. They came across a window they were able to slide up and open.

Once inside, the boys started exploring the building by leaving the room and going down the halls. They made their way into the front lobby, which was still completely furnished and looked like it was still open for business.

Jack was talking to the others when he saw a sign on the wall that said “Swimming Pool” with an arrow pointing down one of the hallways.

Corey responded, "What are the chances that it still has water in it?"

They made their way down the hall to the pool. They opened the door and walked into where the pool was. To their surprise, the pool was still full of water and looked to be maintained.

“Who wants to jump in?” Chris said.

“We don’t have any swimming trunks to swim in,” Tyler exclaimed.

Matt stripped down to his black boxerbriefs as Tyler talked and jumped into the pool. The guys all turned in surprise at Matt jumping in.

As Matt surfaced from under the water, he wiped his face and said the water was fine. The rest of them stripped down to their underwear except Tyler. They all wore black boxerbriefs except Corey, who was in red/blue boxerbriefs.

They all jumped into the pool and began horsing around. After a few minutes, they noticed Tyler was still not getting in. They all started bantering Tyler to get in. He kept saying that he was worried about the water. Eventually, after a few minutes of the back and forth, Matt, Jack, and Chris got out of the pool and cornered Tyler. The guys stripped him of his clothes to his black/white boxerbriefs. They carried him over to the pool and jumped while holding onto him.

Tyler was mad at them, but his anger lasted only a few minutes until he started playing with them.

After a bit, the guys wore themselves out and floated around the pool. Tyler asked them if they knew why the Hotel closed.

Chris replied, “It’s supposedly haunted or some shit like that.”

They all started to laugh at Chris’ remark. “I’m so scared,” Jack exclaimed.

“I’m terrified,” Matt yelled.

That’s when things took a turn for the worse for the guys. The lights turned off for about five seconds and then back on. Tyler was freaked out by this and started to climb out of the pool. All the guys began laughing at him for how much of a scaredy cat he was, but the laughter got even louder when they saw he was wearing a black/white speedo.

“How did we not notice that when we threw him in!!” Matt said.

Tyler yelled even more freaked out, “Guys, these aren’t mine, and I didn’t put them on.”

They all laughed some more except Corey, who said, “Uh guys, I’m in one now, too!”

That’s when they all realized that all their boxerbriefs had changed into speedos somehow. Tyler ran over to grab his clothes to get dressed but couldn’t find them.

“Our clothes are gone, guys!” Tyler yelled panicky.

Now they were all out of the pool, looking everywhere for their clothes, but they couldn’t find them anywhere. They were all panicking now, asking each other what was happening or what they should do.

Unbeknownst to them, it was just the beginning for them. They ran over to the door to the hallway, but it was locked and wouldn’t budge open.

As they were all trying to open the door, they didn’t see the pole with a hook floating behind them. The pole came up right behind Chris, and the hook went into the back of his speedo. As it slipped in, Chris’ eyes widened. Suddenly, he was pulled backward by his speedo and let out a girlish scream. The guys turned quickly to see him being dragged away by a floating pole. Chris was dragged into a supply closet, and the door shut.

The guys ran over and tried to open the door to get to him, but they couldn’t.

As they stood there trying to formulate a plan to get Chris out, two ropes flew across the floor and went up Corey and Matt’s legs. One rope entered the backside of Matt’s speedo and out the other leghole. At the same time, the other rope went up Corey’s leg, entered the front of his speedo, and exited the other leghole. Corey and Matt fought to pull the rope out, but it was useless. They were not prepared for what was about to happen next. They were both hoisted into the air above the pool by the rope. The rope went up, tied to a pipe across the ceiling.

Jack and Tyler watched in horror as their buddies put into their predicament. As they stood there, Jack saw two more ropes coming towards them. Jack grabbed Tyler by the arm and pulled him with him when he took off running. They ran to the door and, this time, could easily pull it open.

They were running down the hallway in nothing but their speedos towards the lobby. They reached the lobby, and Jack looked back and saw no ropes chasing them.

The two looked at each other and started to think of a plan to rescue their friends. It was cut short when a rope came down from the chandelier above them, wrapped around one of Jack’s wrists, and pulled his hand up. Then another rope came down and wrapped around his other wrist and pulled it up.

Tyler ran off and jumped behind the front desk to hide as this happened. Tyler watched as a third rope with a hook came down and entered the back of Tyler’s speedo. Now, a fourth rope wrapped around Jack’s ankles and tightened. The third rope then began retracting but upward, pulling the speedo up. The rope around his ankles kept him planted on the ground as his speedo was lifted. After a few minutes of the rope pulling the speedo up and Jack yelling and moaning in pain, it was stretched over his head and latched under his chin.

Tyler looked at Jack, and his speedo now looked like a G-string from being stretched out.

Tyler then began climbing back over the counter, but as he did, he slipped and face planted on the desk. That’s when he felt an invisible force hold him down on the desk. Tyler then felt the sides of his speedo get violently pulled up. They were pulled up to his shoulders, and his arms were shoved through the legholes. Then, a rope wrapped around the bottom of the desk over the top of his legs. Then, another rope wrapped around his back from the bottom of the desk. Now, he was tied face down on the desk in a shoulder wedgie.

Chris was still in the supply closet, beating on the door and yelling for help. As he stopped crying and gave up, he heard the deadbolt unlock. Chris opened the door and stepped out very slowly. He saw Corey hanging by the front of his speedo and Matt by the back of his. Then, he saw something he wanted: a pair of shorts sitting on top of the water slide. He made his way over to the slide very cautiously. He got to its base and began climbing the ladder. As he got to the top, the shorts started to slide down. So he climbed to the top and was standing on the platform. He reached down to pick up the shorts, but they faded out of existence. Chris went to turn around to climb down the ladder but saw a rope slithering up. So he turned around and sat down to slide down the slide. As he began sliding down, he was caught by his speedo. The hook on the rope caught the top of his speedo and had him. Chris used his feet and hands to climb the slide backward, slowly relieving the wedgied speedo as he did that he heard a water flowing noise. Nearly at the top of the slide, water began flowing down the slide. With the slide being wet, it was now slippery, and his hands and feet lost traction, and he slid down again until his speedo caught him. Chris kept trying to climb up but could never get his grip.

After about two hours, the poltergeist had its fun, and it was time to clear them out of his home.

Corey and Matt were still hanging above the pool when they heard ripping noises. That’s when they both came falling out of their speedos completely naked into the pool. Then, still on the slide, Chris had his speedo unhooked from the rope. He slid down into the pool with the other two. They began swimming over to the side to climb out. As they were swimming, they were fighting a current. They also noticed that the water level was getting lower. After a few minutes, they were exhausted from fighting that current, and the pool was getting low in water. Chris was in the back of the three and pulled down to the drain. His speedo-clad butt was sitting on the drain. Chris was holding his breath underwater when he looked up. He saw Matt’s pale white butt getting closer to him. As the water kept draining, Matt got closer and closer till finally, his butt went right into Chris’ face. Chris tried to push him away but couldn’t because of the current. Then, it was time for Matt’s unfortunate situation. Corey was getting pulled back into Matt. So now it was Corey’s butt against Matt’s face and Matt’s butt against Chris’ face. The water had all drained after what seemed like a lifetime to the guys. Corey and Matt got up and looked at Chris, who was still sitting down. Corey and Matt tried to cover themselves as best as possible, yelling at Chris to get up.

“Guys, I need your help,” Chris pleaded. I’m stuck, and it’s trying to suck me down the drain.

Corey and Matt reached out, grabbed Chris’ arms, and started trying to pull him up. Chris wasn’t budging at all.

“On three guys, you all pull as hard as you can,” Chris said. The count began: 1… 2… 3 they began pulling as hard as possible. RIPPPPPP. Chris came flying up into the other two, knocking them on their backs and causing him to fall on top of them. Now, all three of them lay there naked for a second and scrambled to their feet once they realized their parts were all touching.

They climbed out of the pool and looked for something to cover themselves with, but to no avail; they couldn’t find anything. They headed to the door to find Jack and Tyler. As they walked, three life safety rings came out of nowhere and flew over their heads and down to their stomachs. Once their arms were trapped down by their sides, the rings began to shrink a bit. They wiggled to get free, but they were just too tight.

Corey spotted three ropes slithering toward them, so they ran down the hall to the lobby. Once in the lobby, they saw the other two. They ran over to them but couldn’t free them because their hands were stuck.

It didn’t matter because what happened next was that Jack's hands were freed, but before he could remove the atomic wedgie, a life ring flew on him and trapped him like the others.

Then, the ropes holding Tyler down came off him, and he stood up but immediately had a life ring fly on him and trap his arms down by his sides.

As they stood there trying to remove the rings, a cloud of black smoke appeared and transformed into an evil-looking humanoid creature.

They all stood there frozen at the evil creature except for Jack, who was still blinded by his speedo. It began speaking in a dark, deep voice, saying, “Now it’s time for the finale, and you all shall never return.”

That’s when ropes went around the back of the life rings and began dragging them out the front doors. They were dragged right in front of the building, where there happened to be five flagpoles with other countries' flags. Each one of them was placed in front of a pole. The rope was then hoisted up the flagpole until it reached its top.

They all were yelling and panicking at each other, asking how we could get down!

Well, the poltergeist answered that for them not by telling them but by a sound.

They all went quiet when they heard the hotel fire alarm going off. As they hung, they all decided to come up with a believable story of how this happened to them. After a few minutes, they could hear the sirens coming. Then, another few minutes and a couple of firetrucks pulled up.

The fireman cut the lock off the fence gate and walked in. They stood at the bottom of the poles, looking at guys laughing and even snapping pictures.

There’s no telling what they were thinking seeing three of them naked but life rings and two wedgied in speedos hanging from flagpoles.

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evecolourshock · 6 months ago

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Fic somewhat inspired by this beautiful image ♡

Beck stretches, trying to ignore the way User fabric presses against his hips and rubs against his legs. It's... unpleasant, and unfamiliar, but here in the User world he needs to keep it on so he can blend in. He's pushing it by refusing to wear the shirt, but that was genuinely too tight and made him panicky with the restriction.

His shoulder aches a little from catching Tron before what was left of his friend was lost forever. His chest hurts from seeing Tron so lost and unresponsive. His hands shake from staring down an army knowing he was the last and only line of defence between his worst nightmare and his User.

Jethro is somewhere with his Creator, with Alan_One, trying to keep their discussion about how to free Tron from his cage called Rinzler quiet enough so Beck isn't worried further.

Beck can still hear them, but the consideration is nice.

He glances over at Tron, curled up tight on a bench. Were it not for one hand slowly running up and down the strange material - wood, Jethro had called it, when Beck asked - Tron could be dormant. Even that grating purr-scream is gone, lost to whatever had jarred Tron loose enough to make a suicide run knocking Clu off-course.

Beck sits near Tron's head, rubbing his mentor's shoulder soothingly. "I'm here." He whispers, when that blank helmet tilts up to look at him. "I'm here. You're going to be okay."

That shaking hand moves from the bench to the inside of Beck's elbow, shaking but stubbornly tracing the three thin circuits spanning the length of his upper arm. "Mine." Tron chokes out, voice rough and raspy and so, so pained.

"Yeah." Beck tells him, gently lifting Tron's torso so he can slip in and rest the other Program's head on his lap. "Just like yours." He lifts Tron's other hand so he can rest his head against it. "Didn't want to forget you."

"Others." Tron murmurs, his gridsuit struggling to lighten - a glimmer of white in those overhot amber circuits. His hands find the beginning of those broad angled strokes framing Beck's lower back, where they wrap around onto his chest. "More?"

Beck rumbles at him happily, that pleased mechanical hum low in his chest reminiscent of times spent waiting out storms in his and Tron's hideout, huddled together and telling the kind of tales that only get coaxed out in the dark. The honest kind, all the more fragile for it. "More. All over, where it was feasible to show them."

Tron chirps back, rusty and sparse in his happiness. That's okay - Beck has joy to spare.

Jethro peers around the door, making sure it's okay to come in before he does. Tron tenses, muscles locking in a learned response to be still and small and submissive, but Beck rubs more circles in Tron's shoulder and sits up straighter. Tall and defensive, drawing attention. The Renegade is first and foremost a shield, and Tron needs one the most right now.

"Figured we'd head home. Get some sleep, sort things out in the morning." Jethro tells him, glancing at Tron. He's a little wary still, but Beck's already thoroughly scolded his User for blaming Tron for things done when not fully in control of himself and it's clearly sunk in that that wasn't who Tron is.

"Sleep..." Beck muses, sliding his hand up the back of Tron's neck to at least try to scritch at the hairs under his helmet - finds a tiny clasp with his fingers, and starts plotting. Tron's unlikely to be sleeping anyway, Beck will be keeping him company, and maybe between them they can figure out how to get the helmet off without damaging him.

"Okay." Tron rasps out, barely louder than a whisper.

"The best of us has spoken." Beck grins, feels Tron swat at him for his cheek. "Lead on."

he kept some of Tron’s circuits, even after all this time

#let beck save his dad #love the idea that jet created beck and programs mirror users #art and conversations #make grim use eir ao3 more #tronfic #tronblr

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ffauthor · 2 years ago

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William afton x reader

Cw: Blood, cursing, reader taking care of William./William taking care of reader, panic attack, angst & fluff.

The doorknob twitched, followed by loud footsteps and the thud of keys being thrown on the kitchen counter. You hear groans coming from the front door and use your weight to lift yourself up so you were able to look over the large backrest.

There he stood, your beloved boyfriend biting his lip in pain, holding his hand against his hip as to try and keep pressure.

You sprint up from the sofa causing you to almost fall back down by how dizzy you got. But when your sight was normal again you rushed around the couch and in front of William. ''Will!'' you say with a worried look as he just smiles down at you, planting a sweet kiss on your forehead. ''Hey, love.''

You were so distracted from the blood dripping down his leg and staining his white shirt that you forgot to greet him properly. He noticed this and chuckled under his breath as that made him winch even more. You hated seeing him like this.

''What the hell happened?'' you mumbled back, taking ahold of his hand and pulling him with you to the sofa you just sprinted off from. You were probably more worked up than he was in this whole situation. And you weren't even the one bleeding dry.

You rushed back down to the kitchen to grab a cloth and the first aid kit. ''Just a little work accident-'' making your way back in front of him and setting the kit down next to you caused him to look down at you, your small figure looking so cute and attractive sitting down on your knees like that. ''Put your arms up for me.'' you really felt like a mother treating her son's wound he got from running too fast and stumbling.

William didn't disobey, partly knowing you wouldn't stop bugging him about it and partly because it hurt him like shit. He was always one to handle pain badly.

You pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it down somewhere next to you. Your eyes widened when they fell on the wound just above his hip, the blood basically pushing itself out of it. You could tell you held your breath for a second as you felt a weird sting in the bottom of your stomach.

your chest started to tighten and your head started to feel heavier as you tried to focus on the wound. Yes, this is what you were doing. Shake those blurry flashes away and goddamn treat his wound.

Your hand started to shake as you gripped the cloth next to him, pressuring it down on the place the blood only started to flood more. it was staining itself on your hands, but you kept pushing yourself to clean it with a tiny bottle of alcohol that was somewhere buried in the kit.

William's groans only got louder and it made you feel even worse than you already felt for him. You kept mumbling sorry's as you felt tears welling up in the corner of your eyes. forcing them away is when you felt one of his hands on your arm, caressing it softly. ''Bunny-''

You pushed his hand away, grabbing the big role of bandages and wrapping it around his waist at least 6 times. when you were sure it wouldn't fall off his waist and was pressuring the wound enough you connected it together with plasters before letting everything fall.

Your shaking got more and more panicky and frustrated as your hands grooved up to your hair, pulling it softly while covering yourself in your arms.

William didn't like it, he hated seeing his bunny so worked up over something she didn't do, over something he was the cause of and he should've fixed on its own.

So he took your arms, trying to pull them away from your face but had a hard time doing so, with you struggling and pushing against him.

This didn't stop William tho, though he kept trying to calm you down, letting you hit him over and over again if that's what it took for him to get you in his arms.

and that's exactly what it took because after multiple punches he found a way to slide you towards him, sitting you down on his lap and pulling his arms around you. One on the back of your head and one supporting your back while you sobbed into his shoulder.

''Hey- Hey, hey.''

''Listen, Hey. You did so good my love, you did so so good. and I'm so proud of you, okay? I am so so proud of you.''

''Now look at me with those pretty little eyes of yours, alright?''

''Good girl, now I want you to focus on my breathing, okay? and I want you to mirror them.''

#william afton x reader #william afton x y/n #william afton #william #fnaf #fnaf oneshot #fnaf fanfiction #william afton au #fanfiction

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charming-charlie · 5 years ago

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Tornado Warning

Title // Tornado Warning

Pairing // Evan Buckley x Reader

Warnings // Panic attacks, I guess? Also fear of tornados. This is a clean, wholesome little story.

Summary // There is a tornado warning and you are freaking out. Guess who you call for comfort.

Word Count // 1.5k

Marshmallows, check. Rice Crispy cereal. Check. Stove ready. Check.

Your head went back and forth from the television to the spread of food on the kitchen counter. You were not much of a cook but decided to try your hand at something simple. Rice crispy treats were about as simple as it could get. Unfortunately, you didn’t realize just how messy such a simple treat would be to prepare.

You were watching a cooking show and following along, taking breaks during the commercials to assess your job so far. You used far more mixing bowls than you needed, bought three bags of marshmallows, and broke one wooden spoon. This was not turning out as well as you thought it would.

Suddenly, a loud noise. It was a shrill, piercing alarm. You jumped and the spoon you were using clattered to the floor. The noise was coming from the TV, interrupting the cooking show.

You walked over to the TV and stared at the words as they flashed across the screen. There was a tornado warning in effect. You felt the bile in your stomach rumble, threatening to come up. Your heart raced at the white words against the red banner, flashing brightly enough that it made your eyes hurt. It was getting harder and harder to breathe.

Panic rose inside and you abandoned your mess in the kitchen. Immediately, you started searching for your phone. Your hand patted every surface until you found it, hidden under a bag of unopened marshmallows. Your hands were shaking so bad as you tried to pull up his number. He was one the recent contacts you sent messages to, so he was easy to spot since he was near the top.

If it wasn’t for Evan Buckley, you wouldn’t even be in Los Angeles. He was one of your longest and bestest friends. The two of you went to college together and met through a couple of classes before taking separate career paths. However, that didn’t mean the two of you lost touch. It was the opposite, really.

And it helped that he was a first responder. He could calm your ass down in a heartbeat.

You texted him quickly, fumbling over the letters. In the end, you sent him a message that said town ado each goons crazy thanks to the beauty of autocorrect. Buck replied with a lovely wtf are you talking about before he decided to call you.

The phone buzzed in your hand, scaring you out of your mind. It took several seconds for you to calm down enough to answer the phone.

“Hello?” you asked in a whisper. You felt if you talked louder than that, the words wouldn’t make sense, like autocorrect of the brain or something.

“Are you having a stroke? Do I need to send Chim and Hen over to check on you?” Buck’s voice was light and sweet in your ear. How was he not freaking out about the impending tornado that might rip through the town and kill everything in sight?

It just then occurred to you that, again, he is a first responder and he’s seen worse things. Like that giant tidal wave, for instance. A tornado warning might actually be nothing to him.

“That’s not funny, I’m going to die.” You turned off the TV, no longer wanting to hear the shrill alarm playing in the background. What did people do in tornado warnings? Seek shelter or something, right? Kind of hard to do from the fourth floor. Does your building have a basement? What is the protocol here?

“Calm down, you are not going to die,” Buck said. You could tell he was trying not to laugh but you didn’t find any of it funny. If he wasn’t worth the phone call, you would’ve hung up on him, but you needed his voice as a source of comfort.

“How do you know? Are you a weatherman?” you shot back suddenly as you looked outside. The streets seemed quiet. No one was running around or looting for supplies. Maybe that was a good sign.

You heard him chuckle on the other end, and you heard the phone shuffling around before his voice came back as clear as day. “No, but I see emergencies all the time. Trust me, you’re fine.”

Trust him? Trust him? He didn’t know how the weather worked. A tornado can crash through at any given moment. He would be the one to fish your body out from the rubble, and here he is saying you are fine?

“Okay but this is a tornado warning, not a watch. There is a huge difference here,” you tried to argue for whatever reason. You didn’t want to be in the wrong and you felt your fears were justified. They were, right?

Buck sighed, and you could practically see his face right now. Sometimes you had to wonder how he put up with your ass.

“Look,” he said as reassuringly as possible, “I’m gonna come over. You’ll see there is nothing to worry about.”

“You are not driving through this weather.”

“What weather? It’s in the eighties and it’s sunny. Shut up, I’m coming over.”

He hung up on you without saying goodbye and you stared at your phone in frustration. That man certainly knew how to work your nerves, sometimes for the good, but right now, you were worried about your life and his. He would be solely responsible if you died of a heart attack right now. Should you pen a note in case you do?

You know what? That’s a good idea.

In the time that it took you to find some paper, a pen, think about what you wanted to say, and write it down, there was a knock on the door. Either he was in the area or he did a little bit of speeding because he arrived a lot quicker than you predicted.

You walked over to the door and opened it, revealing his sweet yet sassy smile. You rolled your eyes and shut the door on him, but he put a foot out and stopped you.

“Come on Y/N, don’t be like that.” He walked in and his eyes fell onto your kitchen. The sass moved from his smile to his face. “Looks like the tornado already stopped by. I’m so glad you made it out alive.”

You pushed him, but that didn’t faze him. Curse those stupid muscles and the in-shape body he has.

He walked into the kitchen and, having eyes like a hawk, he spotted the note you wrote earlier. He held it up and read it and ended up laughing as he looked over at you. You could see your messy handwriting on the white paper, smudged a bit from being around the kitchen.

“You look good for a dead person,” Buck said as he placed the note back on the kitchen counter.

“Shut up, I’m really scared here,” you said softly.

He saw your face and instantly, his face melted into concern. Sure, he may have just been playing around but now that he saw how serious you were and how scared you actually turned out to be, it wasn’t all fun and games anymore.

He made his way toward you and reached for your hand. You surrendered it slowly as he gripped your fingers within his. “I’m sorry. You are really freaked out, aren’t you?”

He pulled you in and hugged you. Suddenly, you felt a thousand times better. This was all you really needed, a stable and solid hug. Just the feeling of being protected was enough because now, the thought of a tornado warning was so far away from your mind, it no longer seemed to matter or seemed at all important.

“Okay so we will get through this together. This is nothing, I’ve been through a lot of tornado warnings before. You could not be in safer hands,” Buck said gently.

His tone was relaxing. He led you over to the couch and the two of you sat down. Just for good measure, he kept an arm around you and held you close. You really liked the feeling of being pressed against him, especially turning times of terror, but you would never let him know that. People like you don’t really go out with people like him. It was best to keep your mouth shut.

And that was okay. You didn’t mind liking him from afar. At least, for now.

He held you and you gripped his shirt tightly, feeling that slight panicky feeling rise back up. Only this time, you were not afraid of the tornado warning. You were afraid of this moment ending when the world went back to normal.

There wasn’t much you could do. All good things must come to an end. For now, you just needed to sit back and enjoy being in the arms of a man you cannot have. No matter how much it hurt you inside.

Hopefully the tornado warning lasts as long as possible, perhaps even days, if it meant being comforted by him.

You could only hope.

#Buck #evan buckley #evan buckley x reader #evan buckley x you #buck x reader #9-1-1 #911 #buck x you

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hetalia-reacts · 4 years ago

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So it's been 2 weeks has passed and the darling hasn't reacted to the punishments the Allies has been giving them, and if anything has been ignoring them ( basically any punishment the boys throw at them has no effect ). Another 2 weeks has passed, but to the boys surprise this seems to get a new reaction out of the darling. With every passing day the boys goes out an kills innocent people( y'know to pile more work on the darling ); and the more people they kill the more panicky, agitated, worried, and scared the darling becomes. The darling keeps pleading them to stop and let them do their job, warning them if they don't stop they'll regret it. The boys doesn't listen, if anything they'll relish in the feeling. One of world most powerful creature is finally submitting to them. How delicious, yet pathetic. It's been 4 days since then, and darling still pleads and begs them to stop and let them go. Around this time the boys are just getting home and is about to go check on their darling. But then they stop when they heard some muffled voices in the darling's room. Did the darling somehow contact someone to help her escape!!! And to think they was about to let her off of punishment! Well I guess that won't be happening any time soon. When to boys got to the room; the darling was on their knees and it looked like they were praying, and on in the center of the room was a very bright light and. The boys couldn't believe it, it was.... God. The darling was constantly apologizing about how they could let all of this happen and how the regretting meeting the boys in the first place. God has forgiven the darling and said it wasn't their fault. God has broken their remaining bounds the darling had around their hands and feet. The darling wasted no time running out of the room and unleashing their beautiful black and white wings. But before they full ran out of the room, the darling gives them a pity yet angry glance. " I tried to warn you. I just hope when Grimmy ( it's the nickname for the grim reaper. The darling works very close with them and is extremely close with them ) get here, they'll go easy on you. " Then the darling flies away. Now that's left in room was the boys and God. God tells them what they did was unacceptable and that it doesn't matter that they love the darling to much, and that they darling plays a huge role between life, death, and the afterlife; and that they could of messed up something. And all the lives they took and the sins they've committed, He'll have to punish them. After when God said that, the boys help a uncomfortable chill ran down their spine. Then the room has gotten darker all of a sudden. Out of the corner of the boys eye they saw a skeleton hand reach into the corner of the door. Then the light flickered off for a second. The hand wasn't there anymore. But then the boys felt a presence behind them. Turning around they saw a 9 foot ( almost 10 foot ) tall skeleton looming over them, they were wearing a pitch black cloak in. It was the.Grim.Reaper. After that nothing can prepare them for what they boys went through, it was worse than literal hell. Let's just say the boys regret killing all those people and they did to the darling. ( This part 2 the Angle of Death ask ) Also this is what the darling looks like.

This is my OC. So minus the hair, eyes, face, body. I'll just leave it to the other readers imagination

I was unsure if this was an ask, like a part two for me to write, or simply just you explaining what happens next and what the reader is supposed to look like. So I'll do their reactions to getting punished and what their punishments are. Also, I summed up what you wrote in a more story-like format instead, I hope you don't mind! If you do let me know either through messages or through another ask and I'll delete what I wrote and simply leave your ask posted! Everything is below the cut due to length~

2 entire weeks have passed since the initial punishment. 2 weeks of no souls being taken care of. But that's okay, it doesn't affect you yet. You can handle this, you won't give them what they want: a reaction. They come down every day, bloodied with an innocent person's blood, but you won't say anything, won't react. This angers them. Another agonizing 2 weeks pass. They were getting tired of you not doing anything other than taking the food and water they gave to you. Today is different though. You're fidgety, feisty, and overall look terrified. They assume the punishment is working. They can't help but feel pride at watching you beg and cry for them to stop killing people, to let you at the very least reap their souls and come back. It's exhilarating, delectable. The power they feel bringing you, an Angel of Death, to such a state is a rush they could get addicted to. Your pathetic attempts to threaten them saying "something bad will happen if you don't stop this," were enjoyable to some degree as well. How sad their little caged Angel had become. 4 days later they come home, your voice seems to echo from where they left them. What happened? Who were you talking to? How did you contact someone? Regrettable that this happened, you were acting so good before this and he was honestly considering letting you out early for good behavior. He barges into the room where his darling is. You were praying to a bright light, a bright light that was near the center of the room. It appeared to be some entity. No, it wasn't just some entity, it was God himself. His darling was apologizing to him, saying you didn't mean to let this happen, sorry for not being strong enough to stop him, and the biggest stab to his heart, you were apologizing for even getting to know them in the first place. He watched as the chains released their holds on your ankles and wrists and you wasted no time in stretching out your gorgeous wings and walking towards an exit to the outside. You only turned to look at them for a second, deep sorrow and intense anger in your eyes. "I tried to warn you (___). I just hope Grimmy is able to show you some mercy when he gets here." You then flew away after that, leaving him alone with God. He looks disappointed, explaining that love won't be a good enough excuse to save him from his very own punishment. He had disrupted the work of Heaven and Hell, killed innocents simply out of spite, and he must atone for those crimes. God leaves in a flash of bright white, leaving him in a now dark room, a chill traveling up his spine as he soon feels a presence in the room. He catches the boney hand of something out of the corner of his eye. As he turns to see it clearly, he sees a giant skeleton draped in a black robe reach out a boney hand to take him. He has never been through a worse hell than this.

2p America (Allen)

Allen is regretful while he is taken to his punishment. He knows he deserves it, he went a little crazy from the power he had over you. And now that your gone, never to return to him, he feels like this is a just end to his empty life. His punishment is among the worst. The Grim Reaper makes Allen live out what he did to those innocent souls as well as suffer the same punishments he had ever given to you. He will eventually go mad, and if you were to spare him and see him, it would simply make him go deeper into insanity and depression.

2p Canada (Matt)

Out of all of them, he feels like he is the least deserving of this. He hadn't made you suffer, or kept you locked away. He may not have let you go far without him, but he didn't completely stop you from doing your job. I can see Matt being regretful, but not for long. Only for as long as he feels he really deserved. His punishment is by far the least painful. The Grim Reaper makes him suffer in a more creative way, he was to watch what could've been. As someone who was usually always gentle with you, it pains him to watch what his life could've been if he had just stayed patient and lenient.

2p England (Oliver)

Oliver is a tough one to crack in this case. He's already insane for the most part so nothing really scares him while he is being taken to his punishment. Oliver also really can't see what he's done wrong. He isn't regretful for what he did, at least not to those people. His punishment is hard to decide. In the end, Oliver is tortured by leaving him alone. He will wait for eternity alone, no one to speak to, nothing to do, he will rot away forever until even his facade of sanity is no longer there to keep him company.

2p France (Francois)

Francois has no complaints. He figures this is just another bad thing to add to his miserable existence. He's partially regretful for what he did to you. He knows he shouldn't have snapped at the end of the day and that getting a power trip wasn't like him and he should've caved sooner. However, in the end, he's still selfish and he figures you should've been careful, he did warn you about his dislikes after all. Francois's punishment is to take away his peace. He will be driven insane by noise. He's the only one to be let back out into the human world again. Francois is now constantly plagued by noise, and any vice or sin he commits (drinking, smoking, killing) the noise will only get louder.

2p Russia (Viktor)

Viktor is not at all regretful. He doesn't care at all. Viktor is one that would actively try to fight against The Grim Reaper. Of course, he fails at this. Viktor's punishment is similar to what he did to you. He is left alone with other punished souls in a type of confinement. Viktor will be subjected to years of push and pull tactics. He will come to fully rely on The Grim Reaper or whoever is watching over the souls, flushing his pride and intelligent mind down the drain.

2p China (Zao)

Zao is deeply regretful to some degree. He feels he disrespected you, your job, and your boss. This is something he never wanted to do as he honors respect deeply. On the other hand, he isn't regretful for punishing you, he still believes wholeheartedly that you deserved it, just maybe not to the degree he took it. Zao's punishment is similar to Viktor's. Zao has a deep sense of honor, of pride, and he is punished by spending eternity being taunted, teased, beaten, and spit on. This is another one where he would go absolutely insane and become a whole other person. If you ever took the time to see him you would not recognize the man in front of you, and he wouldn't recognize you either.

#2p america #2p canada #2p england #2p france #2p russia #2p china #hetalia #hetalia headcanons #hetalia reactions #hetalia scenarios

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spammingitsobadly · 5 years ago

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Definitely not your sister lol😇🤪😂 Can you do Naib comforting Y/N during a thunderstorm 😇

This was supposed to be a headcanons list but I ended up writing too much as I usually do... so I turned it into a short story.

“Storms” Pairing: Naib Subedar x Reader Category: Fluff? Comfort? Not sure.

Warnings: Mentions of the start of a panic attack / episode, mentions of War

The Mercenary, Naib Subedar used to fight in the war in his past. His years of torment and fighting have taken a large toll on his mental health and mind. It has been known that certain sounds have caused him to be extremely alert, paranoid, and a bit jumpy.

One of these sounds is a loud thunderous boom. Because of this, he hates thunderstorms with a burning passion, as the claps of thunder and harsh winds reminded him of his past bloodthirsty life. He dreads each day the rain pours and dreads it even more when bright bolts of lightning form across the gloomy grey skies like a large crack in a wall, accompanied by a furious loud boom that echoes throughout the towns and forests for miles.

The games had to be cancelled today. It’s usually not that much of a problem when there’s a light drizzle out or even a soft rain, though it’s a bit harder for both hunters and survivors due to the common rain puddle causing them to slip up. But the rains were much too harsh today. The winds were too powerful and the thunder was too loud. The rain cascaded down loudly and was practically flooding each game area, rendering them unplayable. Even White Sand Street Asylum wasn’t safe from the tremendous storm.

Naib sat in his room, staring out into nothing. Just sat. He didn’t know what to do to keep his mind calm; he was never the type to know any proper coping mechanisms. He sat upon the edge of his bed facing away from the window as to try to ignore the storm the best he could. He was extremely tense and could do nothing but twiddle his thumbs.

A bright flash of lightning struck near the manor. Not too close but close enough to cause the thunder’s roar to shake the floors of the manor gently. Though the thunder was loud, Naib’s head was louder. Horrid memories and thoughts raced through his head like a loud television static, all calm and comprehensible thoughts getting drowned out in the flood of memories he’s tried so hard to repress. His body tensed up more and his breathing became heavy. Through gritted teeth he began to panic and scratch at his head until-

“Naib?” you asked with concern in your voice, knocking at his door a few times. You knew how Naib gets during storms, having seen him begin to get irritable and anxious when an unexpected storm grew during a match. His panicky tone and actions completely contrasting his normally serious yet laid back personality during the games. He was mistyping ciphers, missing several calibrations, and his breathing only grew more panicked as the rain got heavier and the distant thunder rumbled. You didn’t say anything, as you were a bit fearful he would lash out, but you also had to focus on the match. You decided now would be a good time to check up on him since everyone was confined to their rooms rather than a stressful exhausting game.

“What?” he replied harshly, his voice a little pained and shaky.

“May I come in?” Normally Naib would ask why or would deny anyone coming into his room, but despite how vulnerable he may be right now, he knew that being alone with his thoughts at this very moment would only hurt him. Not replying, he sluggishly stood up and cracked his bedroom door open slightly.

“Is anyone out there with you?” he asked.

“No-” before you could finish your sentence, he opened his door wide and pulled you inside, trying to keep anyone from seeing you enter. He closed his door gently with a click, and leaned his back up against it. His breathing was a little less heavy but it was still fast and his heart beat loudly. He tried to hide it the best he could, but you caught on.

“How are you holding up?” you asked, looking out the window and watching the raindrops pelt at the ground at a harsh speed.

“Why do you care? I’m doing just fine-” Lightning stretched across the sky and struck down rather close by, the thunder shaking the ground loudly. Both of you jumped and gasped loudly and glared at the window. With a groan, Naib slid down the door and sat down on the cold wooden floor in defeat. He glanced up at you, only to notice you were shaking. You fidgeted with your fingers to keep you calm and distracted, but you couldn’t help but shake. Though the two of you were scared of the storm for different reasons, you were both scared nonetheless, and he noticed this.

“How are YOU holding up?” Naib questioned with a sigh, pulling his hood over his head in anguish. Your eyes shifted over to his, though he looked away the second the two of you made eye contact.

“I’m.. doing just fine. I’m just.. Scared of storms, I suppose,” you replied with a shaky voice, still fidgeting with your fingers. He replied with a simple hum and stared off into a corner of his room. Having company definitely helped him a little bit as his breathing and heartbeat was a little more regulated now, but he was still very tense. The thoughts in his head had quieted down a bit too. Neither of you said a word, the only sounds heard being the loud rain outside and the distant footsteps out in the hall.

“Sit down,” he interjected the silence, tapping lightly at the floorboards. You began to sit down at the chair that was placed next to the glass window.

“Next to me,” he said in a slightly annoyed tone, patting down at the floor next to him. A little surprised, you hesitantly walked over to him and slowly sat down upon the cold floor. There the two of you sat in silence, watching the rain pour and the raindrops race down the window panes. Another flash of lightning licked at the sky, followed by the expected loud thunder again. You both jumped slightly once more with a soft gasp. His heart raced loudly and his breathing sped up as you shook from fear.

Nervously, you placed your hand on the floor next to his. You slowly inched your shaking hand next to his and touched his fingers gently. Instead of pulling his hand away as you thought he would, he grabbed your hand and squeezed it gently. With a light blush, you slowly looked up at him. He saw you looking in the corner of his eye and tried to keep his eye contact averted. But alas, he gave in and looked back at you. You both awkwardly turned away from each other and stared at something else in the room. Naib slowly intertwined his fingers with yours. You’d stopped shaking at this point. Your heart was still beating fast, but no longer because of the storm.

You inched a bit closer to him, and he rested your entwined hands upon his leg. He rested his head upon your shoulder and you rested yours upon his hooded head. You could physically feel him untense his body and calm a bit. Though he didn’t want to admit it, he enjoyed your presence. He enjoyed this intimate moment. It calmed the both of you down, even when lightning continued to pelt at the ground. He held you closer as the thunder roared across the sky. Neither of you said a word, and that was okay. You two enjoyed the silence and sat until the rain calmed it’s descent. And even then, you two sat just a bit longer. Enjoying the moment while you could.

#idv #identityv #idvnaib #idv mercenary #idvxreader #idv imagines #tw panic attack #tw war mention

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there-must-be-a-lock · 5 years ago

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Marked (Part 24)

Dean x Reader

Word Count: ~4700

Warnings: Good ol’ fashioned missionary sex, heh. Discussion of some of the same issues that have come up so far in this series.

A/N: Thanks to @stunudo, @dean-winchesters-bacon, and @fookinghelljensensthighs for checking this out in its early stages. Also thanks to everybody who has been so kind to this series; @dawnie1988, @the-chocolate-moose, @thoughtslikeaminefield, @covered-byroses... you all are so wonderful.

This is the last “real” chapter of Marked, although there’s an epilogue coming soon and at least two codas planned already. I love these two fuckwits and I’m not ready to say goodbye to them quite yet.

This references several other chapters, most notably Part 1 and Part 12. If you want to refresh your memory or catch up, the masterpost is HERE.

The split lip from the barfight was the last visible reminder of Dean. It faded within a couple days. I stared blankly at my face in the mirror, when it was gone. I felt like I should have scars everywhere, thick and knotted, visibly holding me together.

I kept busy. I dusted my little house. I bought a punching bag and set it up in the living room. I got my old job back.

This is healthy, I told myself. This is normal. You’re doing the smart thing.

I pulled up outside the roadhouse for my first shift in what felt like a lifetime, and then I sat there, frozen, with my hands on the steering wheel, suddenly paralyzed as I remembered the way he’d looked at me that first night, leaning over the bar and tossing back whiskey like it was water.

I’d gone with him, that night, even though I knew how badly it might end. I knew he might hurt me. I let him strip me down, mark me as his own, fuck me and fuck me up until I was bruised and aching. This thing between us had been dark and messy and twisted from the beginning. It had always been painful.

This is the right choice.

I took a deep breath, pulled down the mirror, checked my makeup. I stared at my reflection. I looked fine: pale, drab, washed-out, but fine. I couldn’t move.

I didn’t want fine. I wanted jade eyes and ruby scratches across my back. I wanted pink-flushed skin under blistering hot water. I wanted freckles under my tongue and scar tissue under my fingertips. I wanted Dean.

Painful, dark, twisted, messy… but it was ours, and it was honest, and we fit together. I loved him, broken pieces and all. My world was brighter, more vivid, more colorful with him in it. He was worth every moment of pain.

Besides, I’ve always enjoyed a little pain with my pleasure.

This is the smart thing to do.

I drove out of the parking lot so fast that gravel went flying.

I never said I was a smart woman.

———

The motel smelled the same. It hit me, when I walked in the door, and I had to stop and blink away the fog of memories for a moment. If I closed my eyes, I could almost taste him.

I’d told him 8:00. I had ten minutes.

At 7:56, I stripped down and knelt at the foot of the bed, ignoring the nasty rough carpet and the chill down my spine.

8:03.

Maybe he changed his mind. Maybe he’d decided it was easier to stay apart; maybe I was about to humiliate myself.

I folded my hands in my lap and breathed: in and out.

8:05.

Maybe the front desk mixed up the rooms, gave him the wrong key.

In. Out.

8:07.

I started shaking when I heard him at the door. I closed my eyes and waited.

The door swung open and then closed again. I heard a barely-there gasp and then nothing, just shocked silence and my own heartbeat pounding in my ears.

In, out.

I looked up at him. He was frozen, standing there staring at me open-mouthed, eyes wide and wild. He looked like he had just skidded to a halt at the edge of a cliff: poised on tiptoes, velocity still propelling him forward.

He took one halting step, then another. I swallowed around the painful lump in my throat, my eyes locked with his as he crossed the last few feet between us with big rushed strides, and he fell to his knees like a puppet with its strings cut in a hunched, curled-in version of my own pose.

We knelt, face to face, in silence. He slumped to the side, slowly, tilting his head against the bed as if he was too tired to support himself.

My mind was blank. I’d completely forgotten the speech I’d planned. All I could think about was how goddamn beautiful he was; I looked at his lips as they parted around quick panicky breaths, and I looked at his freckles, and I clenched my hands into fists to stop them from shaking.

“What is this?” he asked, voice catching on the words.

My heartbeat was getting louder, thundering in my ears.

“I wanted to show you,” I whispered. “That… I’m yours. I’m all yours, and I have been since the night we met.”

Dean drew in a ragged breath. His eyes were darting back and forth, searching for something. Solid ground, maybe. There was nothing but open air beneath our feet.

“But what about - everything? What you said?”

There were so many things I wanted to say, but I was drowning in the sparkling green-gold of his eyes.

“Can you just kiss me, first?” I said hoarsely. A shadow of a smile flickered over his features.

He leaned in close, cradling my face in his hands, stroking my temples with his thumbs tenderly, and I met him in the middle for a kiss that was so much gentler than it should’ve been for all the raw passion behind it.

We were both holding back; Dean’s hands were trembling, and I could feel the way he wanted to suck and bite and swallow me whole but instead he brushed his lips over mine chastely, again and again, taking tiny delicate tastes of my mouth. My entire body was vibrating with the barely-controlled urge to feel him all over me, and my skin felt too hot and too tight and I could barely fucking breathe, but I just curled my fingers around his wrists, holding his hands in place where they cupped my cheeks, and tried to remember which way was up.

He let out a shaky little sigh and pulled away, just an inch at first, enough to nudge the tip of my nose with his, and then the rest of the way, slow, stretching the space between us like taffy. I released him reluctantly.

“I’ve got some shit I need to deal with,” I stammered, starting somewhere in the middle of my well-planned speech, all jumbled up and almost choking on the words, “and you’re all sorts of fucked up -”

He let out a strangled laugh, and his hands twitched on his thighs like he wanted to reach out and lace our fingers together.

“- but somebody told me once that it’s not a destination,” I barreled on, determined to get the words out. “Healing, I mean. You don’t just wake up better one day, it’s all about the steps. And I want to take those steps with you.”

He scrubbed a hand over his face and bit his lip so hard I could see the skin around his teeth going bloodless white.

“What if I hurt you?”

I shrugged, smiling around the lump in my throat. “You did. But… I’m still here, right?”

“That’s not what -”

“I’m still here, Dean. Broken pieces and all. And I’m sure you’ll hurt me again, and I’ll hurt you, because as far as I can fucking tell, that’s what love is; it’s showing someone your weak spots and handing them a knife and inviting them to cut you open. But we’re tough fuckers. We’ll live. It happens.”

He was studying me, lips slightly parted, forehead creased like he was trying to solve a puzzle.

“You’re serious,” he said, with a stunned little laugh. “You’re saying -”

He hesitated, mouth working soundlessly, and then scowled like he did when he was trying not to cry.

“You sure?” he asked hoarsely. I remembered the first time he’d asked me that question, and I smiled.

“Yes.”

He glared at a point somewhere over my shoulder.

“I’m going to hurt you again,” he said, and I could hear the panicky edge in the words. “I don’t want to hurt you again.”

I almost laughed, the memory so visceral I could feel the phantom ache of his fingers on my thighs.

“Do you remember what I said? The first night, when you said… ‘if I hurt you.’”

“You said… Please hurt me,” he said raggedly. “But -”

“Dean. I gave up control that night, just like this, and… I’m starting to realize, I was never going to get it back,” I interrupted, twisting my hands in my lap as the words started to spill out all at once. “I was kidding myself, thinking I could. When it comes to you… when it comes to us? It’s not gonna be easy, but we could work on ourselves for a fucking century and it wouldn’t be easy, so let’s fucking work on it together. I know it’ll hurt and I’ll never have any sort of control and… and you’re worth the risk. I trust you, to take that risk with me. I trusted you the night I met you, for fuck’s sake, I stripped down and I asked you to hurt me and I knew that you were worth the risk, and I don’t regret it for a fucking second, and even after everything…”

I pressed the heels of my hands to my eyes, shivering, trying to slow down. Everything I wanted to say was flooding out all at once.

“Breathe,” he said softly, and his hands settled at my waist, firm but gentle, grounding me.

In. Out.

He tugged me closer, until I was straddling him, and shifted so that he was sitting with his back against the foot of the bed. I slipped my arms around his neck and leaned in, resting my forehead against his for a moment, steadying myself.

In. Out.

My vision had gone all foggy and strange. When I blinked away stinging-hot tears and forced the world back into focus, he was starting to smile, slowly, hope sparkling in his eyes like the sun coming out from behind a cloud after a storm.

“I know exactly who you are,” I whispered fiercely. “I know that you suck at talking about your feelings and I know how bad things could go. I’ve seen all that shit you’d rather keep hidden. And I still think you’re worth the risk, so. Here I am. I’m all yours. I love you. I love you, dumbass, okay? I’m right here. Let’s do this.”

“Okay,” he said softly. “Okay. Breathe.”

I was lightheaded, so desperately, wildly, stupidly in love with him that there was no room left in my chest for something as trivial as oxygen.

“In and out,” Dean repeated. He wrapped his arms around me, one palm warm on my lower back, the other pressing between my shoulderblades.

“Okay?” I echoed, nudging my nose against his.

“Yeah. Okay. I love you too, and... I’m in,” he murmured, and chuckled softly. “I’m scared shitless, but I’m in.”

I let out a hiccuping hitch of a breath and then a slow, shuddery sigh. I wiped tears from Dean’s cheeks, brushing my fingers over his freckles and then down to trace the shape of his mouth. His kiss tasted like salt and felt like a promise.

“Bed?” he whispered. I sniffed and nodded, unfolding my stiff knees and crawling up to get under the coverlet.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I mumbled, as Dean kicked his shoes off. He shot me an oddly shy grin as he unbuttoned his shirt; I could see his fingers shaking. He was moving slow and deliberate, like he had to think carefully about every step, and I was freezing the moment in my mind, savoring the sight of every inch of skin even as my pulse hammered crazily in my ears and my fingers itched to touch. He fumbled nervously with his belt and almost tripped stepping out of his jeans, and we were both giggling, high and wobbly, as he finally lifted the comforter and got between the sheets with me.

I turned on my side, facing him. He slid in close, hooking an ankle over my legs, fingers brushing my hair back before his hand settled on the side of my neck, and I slipped an arm around his waist. My giggle died in my throat as we stared at each other without saying a word.

His eyelashes were dark and spiky-wet, but the tear tracks down his cheeks were already drying. The bedside lamp gave him a little halo of gold. He was smiling, and he was mine, and he was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, broken pieces and all.

I squirmed closer, inching in until I could kiss the corner of his smile, then the Cupid’s bow of his upper lip and the lush curve of his lower lip. I kissed the tip of his nose, then the bridge of it, and I kissed his freckles, running my mouth over them slowly before I pressed my lips to his temple and his cheekbone and his jaw.

When I slid on top of him, rolling him onto his back, he looked up at me through heavy-lidded eyes, a slight wrinkle creasing his forehead, and trailed gentle fingers down the side of my face, reverent.

I ducked down, nosing at the stubble on the underside of his jaw and then dragging my lips down the side of his neck, peppering quick kisses along his collarbone and mouthing at the round of his shoulder. I traced the edge of the anti-possession symbol with my tongue and shifted back, inching down his body until I could press my ear to his chest, right over the steady thump-thump of his heart. I rested there, listening, as I swept my fingers down his ribs, down his hip, swirling my fingertips in little circles. He ran his fingers through my hair slowly.

I kissed my way down his body, inch by inch, the dip of his belly button and the jut of his hipbone. I licked down the crease of his hip, then up the flushed length of his cock, slow, taking my time; I could feel the pulse of a vein running under my tongue, could taste bitter salt at the head, could smell him all around me.

His hand cupped my cheek gently and I turned, nuzzling into the touch, and then kissed his palm before looking up at him. He was watching me with something like wonder in his eyes, his face shining with the breathtaking softness that made him such a walking study in contrasts.

When he looked at me like that, it was fucking impossible not to kiss him; I crawled up with my eyes locked helplessly on his, hypnotized, until I could press my mouth to his again, licking between his lips and losing myself in the taste of him.

I didn’t want to stop kissing him, once I’d started again. He tangled one hand in my hair, flattened the other against my lower back, and he held me close with a barely-restrained urgency, muscles trembling behind a gentle, tender touch. We kissed syrupy-slow, deep and breathless and bruising, until my mouth was swollen and my skin was on fire with it.

He rolled us over without warning, flipping me on my back and looking down at me with wild-eyed desperation as we both panted, trying to catch our breath.

He kissed my neck with those puffed-red velvet-soft lips, dragging his teeth down gently until he could caress my collarbone with his mouth. It was such a careful touch; he wasn’t biting, wasn’t sucking, wasn’t leaving stinging overheated skin in his wake, but I still felt the intensity of it like a thousand volts as he kissed the hollow of my throat and the flat of my breastbone.

He palmed my breast, calluses dragging at pebbled skin, and followed the rough dry touch with the slick soft warmth of his mouth, swirling his tongue. Heat blossomed low and deep in my belly. I ran my fingers through his hair and then down, stroking his freckled shoulders. His teeth scraped with just enough pressure to make me hiss before he soothed with his tongue and sucked gently, and then he did it again, alternating rough-soft-rough-soft. By the time he switched sides, my nipple was taut and aching. He just repeated the process patiently, tongue and teeth and lips working me over until I was whimpering and squirming under his touch.

I could feel the heavy panting breaths from his open mouth as it grazed my skin. He kissed my freckles and my scars, nuzzled the soft give of my stomach, and when he finally slid down between my legs, he mouthed my inner thigh and brushed his lips delicately over my stretch marks before finally, finally, flattening his tongue over my clit and giving a long, slow, luscious lick. We both moaned in unison, and then he was opening me up with two fingers and tasting, teasing with sloppy open-mouthed kisses, stroking me with his tongue and humming like I was his dessert.

Until Dean, I’d never really realized how intimate this could be, how vulnerable, how gut-wrenchingly sweet. It felt like he was fucking worshipping me with his mouth.

It wasn’t just that he knew how to touch me. It was the sounds he made, wet obscene noises like he was taking a slurping bite from a juicy overripe peach. It was the way he buried his face between my legs unabashedly, not just licking but leaning into me with his lips and cheeks and nose and chin, his stubble harsh on the insides of my thighs and his groans muffled against my slick skin. It was the way his entire body seemed to press into the swirl of his tongue, muscles rolling under the pale skin of his shoulders and his back, down to where his hips were rocking into the mattress like he couldn’t help himself.

I twined my fingers in his hair and let my head fall back as my spine bowed up, my hips tilting and twisting to follow the movements of his mouth. I hooked one leg over his shoulder, my heel digging into his back and shoving him closer as my thighs started to shake. He sucked hard, lips sealing around my clit and making me groan, low and broken, as sparks of heat swept through me.

“Slow - slow down, I -”

He didn’t. He didn’t slow down, didn’t give me a chance to pull back, just did something incredible with his mouth as he curled his fingers into me, and the shimmery pleasure of it rippled up and left me shuddering. He made this desperate overwhelmed noise that I could feel vibrating against my clit, and all those sparks of heat pulsed brightly, flared, swelled hotter and higher until there was nowhere left to go.

I just gasped as I came, dizzy and whimpering, riding the crest of it for what seemed like a long, long time. Dean was drawing it out, twisting his fingers into me gently, massaging my clit with his tongue, leaving me helpless, and I let it crash through me and carry me along until the waves started to recede.

“Gorgeous,” Dean rasped, smearing an open-mouthed kiss up my hip as he crawled up my body, something about the slinking set of his shoulders turning it into a cat-like prowl. I slid my hands around his neck as soon as I could reach him, pulling him down into a deep, greedy kiss.

My pulse was kicking up in a wild jig. My entire body was lit up with the feel of his skin on mine, with elation, with absolute terror and incandescent joy all at once.

His hips slotted in solidly between my sprawled-open legs and he pressed down, grinding against me, hard and hot in the crease of my thigh. His head dropped and he buried his face in my neck, letting out a sigh. I could feel his long lashes fluttering against my sticky skin. His hair was damp with sweat at the temples when I ran my fingers through it, scritch-scratching at his favorite spot behind his ear. He practically purred at the touch before licking his way up my jaw.

“Can I…?” he whispered, voice wobbly, lips pressed right up against my ear.

“Please,” I breathed, and again: “Please, please, Dean, just - yeah.”

He shifted slightly, reaching down between us, and I could feel the way he was shaking. He dragged the head of his cock down against where I was soaked and spread-open for him and he cursed, going still, shoulders heaving with a deep breath as he nudged against my slippery-wet center.

“Not gonna - this is not gonna last long,” he gritted out, with a breathless laugh. I just fisted one hand in his hair, slid the other to the dip of his back, and pulled him in until he sank down, silky-thick and scorching-hot, so fucking deep, so fucking perfect. We both shuddered and clung to each other, breathing in unison with these big ragged gulps, sucking in air like we were drowning in each other.

“Fucking - god, Dean, feels so fucking good,” I gasped, half-laughing, marveling.

“You have no idea,” he growled, and he kissed my temple, my cheek, my forehead, then my mouth again.

I was trying to pull him closer even though it wasn’t physically possible. I rocked my hips, feeling the drag of dripping-wet friction radiating out, rippling, rolling through me.

“Love you,” I whispered, and I could feel his shiver all the way down his spine. His hips jerked deeper and my entire body throbbed in response.

“I didn’t think - I didn’t know if we - if I’d ever…”

His voice broke on a strangled sigh, and I lurched blindly for his mouth, kissing him hard and hot enough to swallow the little sob that followed.

“‘m here,” I said fiercely, and I hid my face in his neck for a moment, eyes screwed shut, holding back the fucking tidal wave of emotion that was threatening to swamp me.

“Mine,” Dean said, gravelly and tender. He drew back slow only to slide in even slower, a long delicious thrust that I could feel everywhere. He made an anguished sound through gritted teeth as I clamped down, squeezing the rock-hard thickness of him, arousal shuddering through me in wild shivery pulses.

“Yours,” I promised.

He was barely moving, clutching me close, breathing harshly in my ear.

“God, I was so fucking scared,” Dean confessed. “When you called, I thought - thought we’d never get to do this again, and I just - never felt like this with anybody, not ever. Never felt this fucking close to anybody.”

“Yeah,” I whispered. “Yeah, I - god, scares me so fucking much sometimes.”

I could feel the desperation in his body, in every muscle, every inch of sweaty skin that was flush against mine, in the way he was quivering and trying so hard to hold back. He groaned, hips rocking in tiny shallow figure-eights.

“Just - need a second, fuck, you feel so fucking good,” he panted, and he slid a hand down between us, smoothing the pad of his thumb over my clit. I arched up into it and he rubbed me in slow, steady circles, each roll of his thumb ratcheting up the tension that was building rapidly in my core.

“Jesus, Dean,” I hissed, squirming and suddenly desperate. “Fucking close, c’mon, need you, I -”

He hitched up my knee and readjusted, and the next stroke felt like it was splitting me open, angled against something white-hot and sensitive inside me. My fingers slid down the sweat-slick expanse of his back as I tried to hold on. His hips smacked solidly against my inner thighs and he twisted up, screwed in deeper; I could feel the bruises already but I hooked my ankles more securely around his waist and bucked up to meet him.

Instead of pulling back again he just stayed, swiveling his hips and grinding into that spot with spine-melting strength. I let out a whimpering moan, seeing stars. Dean was cursing, saying my name like a broken prayer, and molten heat was pulsing low in my belly.

“I’ve got you,” he rasped. “Let go for me, sweetheart, let me feel you… I’ve got you, I’m right here, I -”

“Love you,” I choked out.

“That’s my girl,” he breathed. “Love you. Love you so fucking much, god.”

I arched up as the next twist of heat pulled me tight like a bowstring, and through half-open eyes I got a glimpse of his face: the slack red shape of his mouth, the shine of sweat trickling down his temple, the glitter of unshed tears in his eyes, all of it bright and vivid and mine.

“Love you,” I said again. It was the only thing I could hold onto; everything else was starting to dissolve in Technicolor swirls, and then the first spasm slammed into me and sent me spiraling out. I felt him jerk and shout and drive in deep, wet-hot bliss surging from where I was squeezing around him. There were big jagged lightning bolts in my guts, splintering out to my fingertips, my toes, every inch of me thrumming like I’d been plugged into the power grid.

We shuddered through it together, straining against each other with a pull-push-give-take ebb and swell like the moon tugging at the tides. I felt so full, so complete, that it drove everything else away; the blinding flashes of electricity between us didn’t leave room for darkness, and the raw joy in my ribcage didn’t leave room for doubt.

Little butterfly-wing flutters of pleasure skittered down my skin for what felt like a long, long time. We held each other. He ran his hands over me carefully, like I was something fragile, and I shivered.

The world outside the motel room didn’t exist. It was just Dean and me, his body tangled with mine, breathing each other’s air and dripping with each other’s sweat, as naked and vulnerable and close as two people can be.

“Thank you,” he whispered, and I just laughed.

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He slipped up behind me while I washed my face the next morning, slid his arms around me, smiled at my reflection in the mirror. I admired the way the light caught in his long eyelashes and made them look like spun gold. He smoothed my t-shirt down over my hips and hooked his thumbs in my belt loops, holding me close as he kissed the side of my neck.

We looked whole and perfect and happy together. I knew it wasn’t the truth; the scars were there, even if they didn’t show in the bright morning sunlight. I didn’t mind, though.

Cuts scab over, bruises fade away. Our bodies knit themselves back together. When I look at my scars, I don’t see damage. I see proof that I survived.

Every experience (every experience worth having, at least) changes you in its own invisible way. The things that shape you, the things that matter, leave their own scars. Love always leaves a mark.

“What is it?” Dean asked, his eyes bright in the mirror. I turned in his arms and kissed him, just because I could.

“Wondering how long it’s gonna take you to try to push me away again,” I teased, and he rolled his eyes.

“Probably not long,” he said wryly.

“It’s okay,” I said, smiling. “I’ll pull you back. I’m stronger than I look.”

He grinned at me, soft and sparkling. “You sure are.”

“There’s this guy who’s been teaching me how to fight. He’s pretty cool.” I winked at him. “Let’s go get some food, I’m starving. Worked up an appetite.”

I grabbed my bag and he turned off the lights. He waited for me by the door as I took one last look around at the shitty motel room, the stained carpet, the rumpled sheets, the thick dark curtains.

Then I grabbed his hand, lacing our fingers together with a smile. We stepped into the sunshine together.

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intro: her II ⤑ knj | m

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 you enter namjoon’s life in the most unexpected of ways, but will you be able to stay, especially when he comes with three adorable but chaotic children, even more chaotic best friends and a bitch of an ex-wife? not to mention your own emotional baggage. 〞singe dad au.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: single dad!namjoon x marine vet!reader

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: angst ⋆ fluff

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 9k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: mentions of child neglect and abandonment but nothing too great, talk of abortion, i think that’s it?

➵ 𝑎/𝑛: EYE have no excuses for why this took so long to write. But here it is, the long awaited chapter 2!

⏤ Rewritten as of 23/02/2020

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Chapter 2: Pirates and Flashbacks

As you stand in front of the large, opulent building, you gawk at the pristine white walls, crystal clear glass and immaculately kept garden. Everything about the building screams money and suddenly you aren’t sure if this is a good idea. Currently, you’re stood outside Namjoon’s home, two neatly wrapped gifts in your hand as you nervously fidgeted about. Today’s the day of the twins’ birthday party and a part of you wants to turn around and run. You don’t belong in this world. You’re completely out of place, dressed in your nicest pair of jeans and a fashionable jumper - considering it’s winter -, and yet while staring at the palace-like home; you can’t help but still feel nervous.

You take in a deep breath and gather all the courage you can muster up before pressing the buzzer. Taking a step back, your fidget with your jumper as you attempt to make yourself presentable; picking at the non-existence lint on the wool. A couple of moments later, someone answers the intercom and a face pops up out of nowhere. To your surprise, it’s Hoseok - and not some random member of staff that Namjoon must have hired to take care of his home. Because really, how else would he be able to look after the entire mansion he considers a house? With uncertainty prevalent in your eyes, you stare at the moving image of Hoseok, waving back hesitantly at his exuberant wave. You’re almost worried his hand will fall off with how intensely it moves.

“____! Hi! Come on in,” Hoseok greets you cheerily and you smile at him. Abruptly, his face disappears and the screen goes blank again. However, you don’t have to wait long because, soon, the gates to Namjoon’s house begin creaking open. Sucking in a nervous breath, you stay your nerves as much as you can before entering. By the time you get to the front door, Hoseok is already there, greeting you with a warm welcome.

“____, it’s nice of you to come. The boys haven’t stopped speaking about you. Jungkookie keeps pestering Namjoon-ah, asking him when you’d get here. Which, is quite surprising, because Jungkook hates strangers. But lately, you’re all he can talk about,” Hoseok says with a booming laugh, making small conversation. You’re slightly startled by his words, wondering what about you had enamoured the four-year-old so much.

“Oh, I’m sure it’s only because I helped him when he got lost,” you explain causing Hoseok to let out a small hum. Looking at you from the corner of his eye, his eyes glisten mischievously.

“Maybe… all we know is that he won’t stop talking about you,” Hoseok says, a small smile on his face. Hoseok navigates through the maze-like home with relative ease, and you wonder just how close he is to Namjoon. You know they work for the same company and have been friends for years, but they must be incredibly close for Namjoon’s children to call him ‘hyung’, and for him to be able to wander through the house easily, without getting lost.

Before long, you and Hoseok find yourself in a large, minimalistic living room. Neutral and white tones surround you everywhere and a part of you wonders how this can be a family home. It looks more like a bachelor pad than anything else. Although, you assume that that stems from Namjoon being a single dad. The neat, almost clinical room is somewhat ruined by the brightly coloured toys strewn all over. Colourful banners and balloons are littered all over and a huge sign saying ‘Happy birthday Jimin and Taehyung’ meets your eyes. You want to continue taking in the sights, but instead, your eyes widen at the sheer chaos surrounding you.

There’s a small group of children running rampant, screaming and yelling as they chase each other. Taehyung is at the forefront of the yelling, a huge boxy smile on his face as he screeches and laughs, dragging a giggling Jimin behind him as the two try and get away from the other three chasing them. The two are holding hands as tightly as they can, both of them holding large plastic swords in the free hands; pirate hats too big for their small heads falling into their eyes. Your eyebrows furrow, looking around for Jungkook. You don’t have to look for long, though, because you find him gripping Namjoon’s trousers, clinging as hard as he can onto his father.

Namjoon is standing with Yoongi and Seokjin, all of them sipping drinks. Every now and then you see one of them glance at the kids, trying to keep an eye on them. There’s also a couple standing with them, but you can’t recognise who they are. Hoseok slowly guides you to them, the group of adults turning to you. The minute Jungkook spots you, however, his previously reserved face, immediately lights up. You watch as he quickly let’s go off Namjoon’s leg, instead, running up to you. Jungkook collides with your legs, his arms wrapped around them as he flashes you his bunny-esque smile.

“____-noona! You came!” Jungkook cries with happiness and you grin at him, rearranging the presents you’re holding in your arms to pet his head. Namjoon smiles brightly at you, dimples poking out, Seokjin waving at you while Yoongi nods his greeting. The couple, however, looks at you in surprise.

“I’ve never seen little Kook so excited to see someone,” the guy jokes, the female smacking him hard on the shoulder.

“Sooyun, Jaebeom, this is ____, the one I was telling you about,” Namjoon introduces and you bow slightly at the two of them.

“Ah! The famous ____, who Jungkook has yet to stop talking about,” Sooyun teases, eyes sparkling as she looks down at Jungkook

“Sooyunie-noona stop teasing me!” Jungkook pouts, stomping his foot in frustration. You look at the usually quiet boy in surprise, eyes widening somewhat at the light blush dusting his cheeks.

“Nochu, go play with your hyungs,” Namjoon says, trying to shoo the young boy away, but Jungkook just clings to you tighter.

“I don’t want to daddy, Suri is always pinching my cheeks and then they hurt,” Jungkook says with a small pout, dragging out the ends of his words as he rubs his cheeks slightly.

“Yes, well my daughter does take after her mother,” Jaebeom says mischievously as he eyes Sooyun, causing her to smack him on the shoulder again while he laughs.

“As if you don’t teach her to keep away from boys by being as annoying as she can be. Anyway, I’m sure Sungwoo and Jaewoo will stop her from pinching your cheeks Kookie,” Sooyun says kindly and Jungkook looks at her hesitantly before turning his gaze back to his father, who nods reassuringly.

“You’ll have Jimin and Taehyung too, Nochu,” Namjoon finally says and Jungkook lets out a defeated sigh before running off with a pout. You watch as he shyly walks up to the older group, Jimin and Taehyung grinning brightly at him before grabbing him by the hand and dragging him along. More importantly, you can’t help but notice the look of glee on Suri’s face when Jungkook joins the group.

“Wow, I can’t believe you actually got him to leave your side,” Yoongi snorts and you turn your attention back to the group of adults, Namjoon blushing bright red as Seokjin and Hoseok laugh at him.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Namjoon sputters and Yoongi gives him a knowing look.

“That you baby the hell out of that boy, to the point that he is quite literally glued to your leg,” Yoongi deadpans, causing Namjoon to blush deeper.

“Come on Yoongi, cut him some slack. He can’t help it if Kook is his baby, he is Namjoonie’s youngest, and the fact that he’s so shy,” Sooyun cuts in as she coos about Jungkook. Yoongi simply lets out a small smirk as he shrugs.

“Moving on, so _____, tell me about you! I heard you were a vet of some sort? At Coex aquarium?” Sooyun says, drawing the attention back to you. You find yourself blushing under the stares of everyone, especially Yoongi.

“Umm… ah yes Sooyun-ssi, it’s where and how I found Jungkook. But I’m sure you know that already,” you reply, the older woman smiling at you.

“I can’t tell you how happy I am to see you here. Ever since Jimin and Taehyung befriended Jaewoo and Sungwoo, I’ve always been the only woman, other than my Suri that is. But you can see why she doesn’t count,” Sooyun laughs, smiling brightly and you nod, responding with your own smile.

“Yes, well I heard you’re a massive Agust D fan. That must have rubbed a sore spot with Namjoon and Hoseok,” Jaebeom stage whispers conspiratorially and once again you find yourself blushing while stuttering, unsure of what to say.

“I-I-I… ummm. I like all their music! It’s just Agust D was the reason I got into rap music and his music and lyrics helped me out in some really tough situations. The lyrics just mean more to me… OH GOD! Not that your lyrics don’t mean anything, they are all very meaningful and quite frankly beautiful but… I’m just going to stop talking now,” you mumble as you trail off from your panicky rant. The searing heat of embarrassment warms your face, all the way from the tips of your ears to your neck while you mentally kick yourself, wondering how likely it was for the ground to swallow you whole.

You find yourself cringing even harder as Seokjin and Hoseok’s loud laughs fill your ears, clearly finding amusement from the situation. Namjoon glares at both of them, silently gesturing to them to shut up, only causing them to snicker louder. From the corner of your eyes, you look at Yoongi, and though his head is slightly turned away from you, you spot the faintest blush on his cheeks, an imperceptible smile on his face. Seeing his smile, you calm down in the slightest, knowing that despite making an ass of yourself, your words are appreciated by the famous rapper.

“Ah, thank you ____-ssi,” Yoongi says quietly, clearly not used to the praise. You grace him with a shy smile, Namjoon looking between the two of you with an unreadable expression.

“Sooyun-ssi, you mentioned being the only woman, surely Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook’s mother is also around to keep you company?” you ask in an attempt to change the subject. However, as soon as the words leave your mouth, you’re filled with instant regret. Instantly, the light, airy atmosphere shifts.

Seokjin and Hoseok immediately stop laughing, drawing up to their full heights as they turn to Namjoon wearily. Namjoon’s gaze immediately hardens, his chin protruding out as he looks away, the muscles around his jaw clenching as he grits his teeth. Yoongi’s features fall, his face turning passive, but you can tell he’s angry from the way his fists are clenched by his side. Jaebeom looks at you in shock, while Sooyun smiles apologetically towards you.

The only noises you can hear are the children still running about and yelling, their laughter juxtaposed by the thick tension surrounding the adults. A couple of moments pass in awkward silence and you’re unsure what to say. Clearly, you’ve hit a sore point. However, just as you open your mouth to apologise, Namjoon finally speaks. He turns his gaze to you and you immediately freeze, eyes slightly wide at the cold, hard stare he levels at you.

“They have no mother,” Namjoon spits out, before turning on his heel and walking away. Seokjin and Hoseok smile tentatively at you before running after him. Yoongi lets out a sigh and walks to the children, Jaebeom following him. You stare wide-eyed at Sooyun, stuttering as you try to find something to say.

“I- Sorry about that. The boys’ mother… it’s a touchy subject. Come on, let’s get you a drink,” Sooyun says, grabbing your hand and dragging you away from the living room and into the kitchen. Once she gets there, she opens the fridge before, “orange or multifruit? What’s your choice?” she asks, holding up two bottles of juice. You make your choice and Sooyun smiles, pouring you a glass before handing it to you. “That’s the only downside about kids’ parties, no alcohol. Take a seat,” Sooyun jokes, smiling before gesturing to one of the chairs in the kitchen. Taking the drink with a slight bow, you take a seat while looking around nervously. Sooyun sits across from you and stares for a couple moments. Shifting under her gaze, you’re unsure of what to say.

Finally, after long, tense moments, you decide to break the silence. “Ummm, I’m sorry but did I do something wrong?” you ask timidly and Sooyun sighs, rubbing the bridge of her nose before sending you a small, regretful smile.

“Yes and no. Obviously, it’s clear Namjoon’s ex-wife is a sore spot for him. You aren’t at fault because really, you had no idea. But bringing it up… bringing her up around him isn’t a wise decision from what I know,” Sooyun says tentatively and you nod, sipping your juice lightly. Once again, you fall into an awkward silence, unsure whether you should ask or not. A part of you wants to know, but the major half of you knows it’s rude to ask - especially, considering you barely know Namjoon.

“Aren’t you going to tell her?” a voice breaks in, startling you as it cuts the silence. The two of you turn to spot Yoongi leaning against the doorway, his nonchalant gaze trained on you.

“I wasn’t sure whether I should. Besides, I don’t really know anything. Namjoon doesn’t really speak about it,” Sooyun says with a shrug, Yoongi nodding as he pulls up a seat next to you. He continues staring at you, his expression unreadable; making you shift uncomfortably in your seat.

“I think I’ll join Jae in watching the kids,” Sooyun says, excusing herself from the room. You sit up straight, looking at Yoongi warily. Even without knowing he was one of Korea’s most famous and fastest rappers, he exudes a stoic but powerful aura that instantly has you wanting to shrink into your seat.

“I’m not going to bite your head off, you can relax,” Yoongi says after a couple minutes of terse silence.

“I’m- I’m sorry about bringing it up. I didn’t know,” you apologise but Yoongi waves you off, his rings glinting in the light.

“The fact that you didn’t know, means you don’t have to be sorry. Namjoon… tends to overreact when she’s mentioned. Granted, for the right reasons. She was a bitch. But nevertheless, his reaction was over the top and he shouldn’t have treated you like that. He’s equally in the wrong,” Yoongi begins explaining and you relax at his words: now more curious about the situation than anything.

“I… would you mind telling me about her?” you ask, before “but you don’t have to! I understand it’s not my place to ask about it,” you quickly follow sheepishly, looking away as you rub your arm in anxiousness. Yoongi lets out a scoff, causing you to sink into your seat.

“What do you think I came here for? Believe it or not, it’s better if you know. Especially considering it seems like you’re probably going to be in Namjoon’s life a lot more,” Yoongi says, and your eyebrows furrowing, wondering what he means,

“I don’t think I’m all that important and after today, I highly doubt Namjoon will want to see me again anyway,” you reply. Your words cause Yoongi to snort.

“You’re wrong for two reasons. The first is Namjoon is hot-headed when it comes to Jihee. He’ll get over it and as soon as he does and his mind is clear, he’ll feel bad and apologise. Secondly, in case you didn’t already realise, Jungkook is majorly spoiled and babied by Namjoon. If he wants something, and it’s within Namjoon’s means to get it, he’s getting it. Same with Jimin and Taehyung, but especially Jungkook; considering he’s the youngest. Jungkook likes you. He hasn’t stopped talking about you this entire week and it almost drove Namjoon mad. Jungkook wants to see you, he’s attached to you and since he doesn’t get attached easily, Namjoon will make sure you’re somehow, someway in their lives,” Yoongi explains and you nod, unsure of what to do with the information.

It comes as a shock: being suddenly thrust into Namjoon’s world is daunting; not only is he a popular rapper and artist figure, but he’s also the father of three children at a young age of only 24 years old. But when you think about Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook, you can’t help but not care. The children are entirely too adorable - a trap for anyone. You can’t help but want to be a part of their lives. And then there’s Namjoon. Handsome, breathtakingly beautiful Namjoon. With smooth honey-kissed tan skin, a button nose, plush lips and deep dimples. And that was all excluding his god-like proportions. If you hadn’t seen him in flesh, you would have assumed he was some sort of Adonis, sculpted by the gods themselves. That was the unnerving part.

But if you really think about it, you don’t mind being in his life either. In fact, you can’t help but want to be part of his life.

“Namjoon’s ex-wife is Oh Jihee,” Yoongi says, pulling you out of your thoughts with a start.

You stare at him in wide-eyed astonishment, mouth gaping as you stutter. “O-Oh Jihee? As in Korea’s sweetheart, Oh Jihee? Supermodel and highest-paid actress Oh Jihee? That Oh Jihee?” you question in incredulity, Yoongi rolling his eyes before nodding.

“Yes her. She wasn’t always Korea’s sweetheart,” Yoongi spits out the title, tone laced with disgust.

“What happened? I haven’t heard anything about her being married to Namjoon? Or to anyone in general. I mean, we’ve known he has children - but she’s never once spoken about having children. I didn’t even know he was married beforehand - or that she was married to him,” you reply. Your words make Yoongi grunt.

“He tries to keep them out of the public as much as he can. Besides, if the public ever found out his ex-wife is Oh Jihee and that they have children together, could you imagine the field day the press would have? Both of them have covered their tracks as well as they can. They even had their marriage annulled rather than a straight divorce. Took a while, but it happened. This was before she became who she is now. She didn’t want to come off in a negative light. Which she would have considering she neglected and abandoned her children,” Yoongi spat out and you reel back, eyes wide. You couldn’t even fathom giving up children as adorably well behaved as Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook - though, you figure that’s more Namjoon’s influence on them than anything.

“Namjoon and Jihee went to the same high school. It was a classic dumbass cliché. Namjoon wasn’t always as he is now, he used to be the class nerd. Don’t get me wrong, he always had a love for music and we spent a lot of time writing and composing music together. That’s how we met each other. But I digress. Namjoon never really cared for her, he was too busy making music and studying. I think that’s what caught her attention. That almost everyone had a crush on her, but there was Namjoon, practically ignoring her existence in pursuit of his own dreams. She was the most popular girl in school and she was intrigued that someone wasn’t paying attention to her, I guess,” Yoongi begins to explain and you cock an eyebrow, causing Yoongi to chuckle.

“As I said, classic dumbass cliché,” Yoongi replies and despite yourself, you giggle, causing him to let out a small smile before it dies as he continues with the story.

“The weirdest day was when Jihee started noticing Namjoon. It was suspicious at most, considering they ran in different circles. Namjoon didn’t really care for her and just sort of let it happen. It started with her asking him to tutor him, then her asking for him to show her his music. They started hanging out a lot more and eventually, Namjoon fell for her. And he fell hard. I can still remember the day they started dating. Almost the entire school was talking about it. School nerd and most popular girl. It was like a damn movie. But they eventually got over it. Namjoon considered himself in love and so did Jihee. Apparently, she liked that he was different. That all changed one-day,” Yoongi continues, his eyes glazing slightly as he stares at seemingly nothing.

{Flashback: Feb 2012}

Jihee: Namjoon, I need to speak to you. Meet me by the plum blossom tree, you know the one.

Namjoon stared at his phone screen in worry, hands shaking uneasily as dread filled him. He had no idea why Jihee had suddenly texted him out of the blue - at 1am at night nonetheless. More than that, he had no idea why she sounded so serious. His Jihee was happy, bubbly and used an excessive amount of x’s and heart emojis. Quite frankly, the text scared him. Countless of thoughts were going through his head, the worst of them were of Jihee breaking off their two-year relationship.

They were both 18 now and soon, they’d be going to university. Namjoon to study a double major in business and music, and Jihee to study the performing arts. That was the best part of their relationship; they both supported each other’s dreams. Namjoon clutched his phone harder. They had survived through a lot, and he considered himself in love. Ideally, he’d want to marry Jihee once they were both done with university. However, her text seriously scared him. He didn’t know what he’d do if she broke up with him.

Namjoon’s legs were screaming as they continued running. He was panting and out of breath, but he knew he had to get to her. Another couple of minutes later, he made it to the old plum blossom tree in the park. He skids to a halt, eyes squinting in the dark, his breath fogging as he panted, gasping for air. Once he finally collected himself, he looked around more clearly. It didn’t take him long to spot her. Even in the dark, in the cold winter night, she looked beautiful. Not that she was ever not beautiful to him. He walked slowly to her, taking in her figure sitting on the frosted grass. Her knees were pulled up to her chest, her face buried between them as her dark long hair cascaded around her.

When he got to her, she looked up and Namjoon’s heart broke as their eyes met, hers filled with unshed tears. Namjoon’s eyes softened as he took in how small she looked. She was always so confident, so full and sure of herself. He’d never seen her look so small or defeated. He immediately crouched down and pulled her into a hug, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close. As soon as she was in his arms, she let out a sob, her body shaking as she began crying in his arms. Namjoon’s heart broke a second time and he simply held her, cooing at her as he tried to calm her down.

“Namjoon… we- we have a problem,” Jihee stuttered, hiccupping every couple of moments as she pushed him away, looking at him earnestly. Namjoon shakes his head, wiping her tears before smiling at her reassuringly.

“Whatever it is, we’ll go through it together,” Namjoon says and Jihee’s lip quivers and then she says it. The words that will change his life forever.

“I’m pregnant,” Jihee confesses and Namjoon stiffens, eyes widening as he looks at her in shock. He tries to speak, stuttering out a few non-sensical words that sound more like random sounds than anything else and Jihee looks at him in fear and worry. It takes him a couple moments to register and process the information. He sits down next to her, staring off into space as he tries to figure out what to do next. There’s no doubt in his mind now, he knows he’s going to stay with Jihee and marry her. But they were still barely adults themselves, going off into university. Finally, he comes to a decision.

“Let’s get married,” Namjoon says out of the blue and Jihee looks at him in shock. This time, it’s her turn to stutter.

“What?!” She screams and Namjoon shrugs.

“I’m being serious. I knew I’d want to marry you after university, but things are just moving quicker than we’d like. I love you Jihee, and I’m willing to stick beside you and raise a family. And I’m not just saying this because you’re pregnant. I mean it. I want to marry you. Ideally, I’d have liked it later on. But now is fine too. It’ll be hard, I can’t promise you an easy life. But, I can promise to love you. We can take up jobs and get Yoongi-hyung to babysit while we attend class. We can do this. Just me and you,” Namjoon says and his steely resolve convinces Jihee. She’s slightly unsure. It seems like hard work and if it were up to her, she’d give up the child. But seeing Namjoon so determined, so ready to commit, convinces her that she’s willing to try. She nods at him uneasily.

“Just you and me Namjoon. Us against the world”, Jihee says softly into the dark night and Namjoon agrees, a silent promise on his lips as he kisses her.

“Just you, me and the baby against the world,” Namjoon whispers against her lips, his hands lightly caressing her stomach.

{Flashback: July 2013}

Namjoon sighs as he enters the small flat. It’s quite cramped and there’s barely space for the four of them, but somehow, he makes it work. He and Jihee had planned for one baby, not two and certainly not fraternal twins. So, it came as quite a surprise when Jimin was followed fourteen minutes later by Taehyung. But, despite how much harder it made their lives, juggling not only university, but their dreams, and two children as well, Namjoon wouldn’t trade his sons for the world. He followed the sounds of baby gurgling and giggles, smiling as he watched Yoongi, Hoseok and Seokjin play with his sons. He continued scanning, sighing when he realised Jihee was nowhere in sight, as usual. Jimin caught sight of his father and immediately squealed in joy, hands reaching out as he grasped the air, motioning Namjoon to pick him up.

Namjoon grinned, deep dimples forming as he took in the sight of his son. Both his sons were on the chubbier side, but Jimin more so, and Namjoon found him unbelievably adorable. Sometimes, he had to refrain from repeatedly pinching and squishing Jimin’s cheeks. It didn’t help when Jimin pouted, plush lips puffing out more than they already did. Namjoon picked his son up, kissing him on the forehead before adjusting Jimin in his hold, allowing him to snuggle in his arms.

Taehyung watched his father and brother, clapping happily from his seat on Seokjin’s lap. Despite being the younger of the two, Taehyung was the more open and the bubblier one while Jimin was a happy but quiet baby. Despite that, the two were as thick as thieves. They were only around half a year old, but they both hated to be separated. They couldn’t even sleep if the two were not somehow touching. It made for adorable photos, Jimin snuggling close to Taehyung as the two slept.

“Typical, as soon as you enter, Jimin no longer wants to hang out with his favourite hyung,” Hoseok pouts and Namjoon rolls his eyes fondly. In reality, he was more than thankful for the three men in his home. He met Hoseok in his music class and Seokjin through Yoongi, as the two were university roommates. The four immediately bonded and he was more grateful than anything that the three helped him take care of his children whenever they could. It meant that Jihee and he could cut down on costs by not needing a baby-sitter unless absolutely necessary.

“Why are you guys still here? I thought Jihee was supposed to be back… three hours ago?” Namjoon asks, looking at his watch. Yoongi glared at Namjoon, in his classic, ‘what do you think happened’ look and Namjoon sighed.

“She had more pressing matters to attend to,” Seokjin spat out. It was no secret that Seokjin hated Jihee. They were both performing arts majors and had met through classes where Seokjin was the teaching assistant. Seokjin had no hard feelings towards her at first, she was driven and always wanted the lead roles but that was a good thing considering the modelling and acting industry was cut-throat at best. However, his hatred towards her developed when he met Namjoon through Yoongi. Seokjin started hating her when realised that Jihee was neglecting her sons and husband, putting all parenting duties onto Namjoon, while she did her best to pursue her dreams. Even if it meant ignoring her family.

“Please don’t start. It was a hard day at work and I still have to finish my assignments. Not to mention I haven’t been able to finish that demo track because of how swamped I am. I don’t want to argue about Jihee on top of this,” Namjoon says and Seokjin immediately deflates, warily taking in the sight of Namjoon. He looked almost defeated, completely downtrodden and tired. Namjoon’s words and haggard form, however, only aided in incensing Yoongi further.

“You can’t keep doing this Namjoon! It’s not fair. You’re supposed to support each other. But here you are, working two jobs to support your family, juggling not one but two degrees and putting your own dreams of making music on the backburner while what? While Jihee just runs around doing what she wants? Chasing her own dreams while you neglect yours? She even quit her fucking job, making you take up another one. She’s never at home to take care of the boys. You’re basically a single dad|” Yoongi grits out and Namjoon winces, holding Jimin closer and bouncing him in his arms.

“Hyung stop now is not the time,” Hoseok says, he can tell Namjoon isn’t in the mood for this conversation. And no matter how much he agrees with Yoongi, Hoseok knows that right now, an argument is the last thing Namjoon needs. Especially with his sons in the room. Yoongi however, ignores Hoseok and continues laying into Namjoon.

“Tell me Namjoon. Why are you still with her? She’s barely at home and when she is, she’s either lounging around or asleep. So why do you still stay with her? Is it out of love? Do you even love her anymore? Or are you just staying out of obligation?” Yoongi asks, his words driving through Namjoon like a knife. Namjoon tenses, pulling Jimin even closer into his body, but still making sure not to hurt him.

If Namjoon was being honest. Yoongi was right. He was staying with Jihee out of obligation. He no longer loved Jihee, nor did he feel anything for her. The love had died sometime after she had given birth. Perhaps it stemmed from the fact that Jihee never grew up and took responsibility, placing it all on Namjoon. Perhaps it stemmed from the distance between them. Perhaps it stemmed from his resentment with her for practically leaving the boys motherless. But whatever the reason was, Namjoon knew he no longer loved her. At least, not the way he used to.

“You need to think about this Namjoon. Maybe it’s worth leaving her. For your own sake and for the sake of your sons” Yoongi finally says, ending his tirade and the four are plunged into a heavy silence. Yoongi’s words echoing in the back of Namjoon’s mind.

{January 2014}

Namjoon enters his flat with a sigh, rubbing his eyes wearily. He throws his bags onto the floor by the door before walking through the dimly lit corridor. He’s surprised by the fact that the living room light is on. It was half-past midnight and his sons should be asleep considering it’s well past their bedtime, especially for one-year-olds. He assumes it’s most likely Yoongi still up after a night of watching the boys but he’s surprised when he enters the living room, only to spot Jihee sitting, staring at the doorway.

“What are you still doing up Jihee?” Namjoon asks, quirking an eyebrow. Usually, by now, Jihee was already in bed if she was home. If not, she was out partying under the guise of ‘creating contacts’. Namjoon had grown wiser to her excuses over the year, however.

“We need to talk. Something has come up” Jihee says, eyeing him warily, her lip pulled between her teeth. Namjoon cocks his eyebrows once again before nodding, taking a seat opposite her.

“Do you remember Jimin and Taehyung’s first birthday?” Jihee asks and Namjoon nods. It was one of the only days Jihee had been home the entire day. Even if it was at Namjoon’s behest. Namjoon could accept her wanting to follow her dreams, he could even accept all the responsibility for his sons. But he needed her to be there on their birthday, it was the only thing he asked for from her since the boys were born. He needed the boys to at least believe and see they had a mother, even if it was only in pictures.

“What about it?” Namjoon asks, wondering where she’s going with this.

“We slept together that night,” Jihee states as a matter of fact and Namjoon nods. It was probably a mistake, but it had been a good month since the two of them had slept together. In fact, sleeping with Jihee was probably the most contact Namjoon had with her since the boys were born. The two never dated, never went out together and didn’t even hang out anymore. Namjoon had no idea who her friends were, or what was happening in her life. The only time they were together was when they needed to relieve stress and tension and during that, they were too busy fucking to speak about their days.

“Yeah, okay. What about it?” Namjoon asks, an uneasy feeling in his stomach.

“I’m pregnant again,” Jihee says blankly, staring him dead in the eyes and Namjoon stiffens before exploding.

“HOW?! We’ve always been so careful! Is it even mine?” Namjoon shouts, eyes narrowing and Jihee looks affronted by his accusation. Namjoon immediately regrets his decision to yell when twin cries are heard from Jimin and Taehyung’s bedroom. He sends her a quick glare before stalking into their room. As soon as he sees them, his eyes soften and he coos at them, picking them up and bouncing them in his arms to quieten them down.

“How dare you even ask me that?” Jihee spits back, her teeth gritting while Namjoon rolls his eyes.

“Please be quiet, can’t you see I’m trying to put them back to sleep? And oh, don’t give me that look. I know you’re sleeping around. Jin-hyung told me. And quite frankly, I don’t care. I just want to know if the baby is mine or not,” Namjoon snaps back and Jihee reels back, Namjoon getting a sick sense of satisfaction from her look of guilt.

“Right, well. It’s definitely yours. I’ve been using protection with everyone else and I make sure they pull out before they cum, even if they’re wearing a condom. You’re still the only one I sleep with unprotected,” Jihee replies and Namjoon lets out a sigh. He finally calms down the boys and puts them back in their cots, watching them with gentle eyes. He reaches down and runs his finger along Taehyung’s face, bopping his nose and watching with a smile as Taehyung snuggles into his hand before drawing closer to Jimin. Namjoon closes his eyes, rubbing his face in weary frustration before turning to Jihee. He motions her to follow him out of their room, before turning around and closing the door, leaving it slightly ajar in case the boys begin crying at night.

“So, what do you want to do?” Namjoon asks, turning back and staring down at her.

“I was thinking of having an-“ Jihee begins nervously and Namjoon’s ire rises.

“Don’t- don‘t say it,” Namjoon cuts her off and Jihee narrows her eyes.

“It’s my body Namjoon. You’re not the one who has to go through the pregnancy. I am,” Jihee seethes back and Namjoon’s shoulders deflate.

“Fuck. You’re right. You’re right.I- It may be hard, but I don’t want you to go through with it. It’s my child too and I don’t want you to just… get rid of it. But whatever you decide, I’ll stick by it. Whether I like it or not,” Namjoon responds finally and Jihee nods.

Namjoon watches Jihee contemplate her next decisions with bated breath. Nervousness fills him. He knows that getting rid of the child is the easier way out. Not that it would be easy, but with the twins already and with how hard he has to work to support them, he knows there’s no way it’s possible for him to bring in another child into this world. But the thought of even getting rid of the child makes his stomach turn. He imagines what would have happened to Jimin and Taehyung if they had decided to have an abortion back then, and his heart breaks even more. He can’t imagine a world without his sons and he knows that if they go through with this now, years down the line, he’ll wonder what his life would be with the child they lost.

“Okay. Fine. We’ll keep the baby. Against my better judgement. I don’t know how this will play out Namjoon, and I hope you know the sacrifice I’m making to my career for this. To make you happy. Because despite everything, part of me still loves you and wants you to be happy. And if that means keeping this baby, so be it,” Jihee finally responds, and Namjoon sighs in relief. He steps forward and hugs Jihee, Jihee stiffening at the affectionate touch.

“Thank you” Namjoon whispers into the night and Jihee nods, her fists clenched by her sides and wondering if she’s made a mistake.

{January 2015}

Namjoon and Hoseok smile brightly at each other, dressed in their graduation robes and hat. Seokjin and Yoongi stand beside them. Both had already graduated but were back to see Hoseok and Namjoon graduate. Yoongi was holding a small 5-month old Jungkook in his arms, the baby sleeping, soft snores escaping him every now and then. Seokjin was holding Jimin and Taehyung’s hands, both standing up on either side of him as they squirmed, trying to get closer to their father. Seokjin however, had a tight grip on them, lest they ruin Namjoon’s rented graduation clothes.

“I can’t believe we made it,” Namjoon says, staring at his reflection in shock. His hair was styled so it was out of his eyes, dressed smartly in a suit. Now at 21, he looked almost unrecognisable from the 18-year-old who had just become a father and was struggling between university and children.

“I can’t believe you graduated with not one but two degrees at the top of your class all while being a father. I barely graduated myself,” Hoseok responds and the four of them laugh.

“Did you forget you’ve also graduated in two degrees? Music and Dance? Not to mention you’re the top of the class in Dance,” Namjoon replies and Hoseok laughs loudly, his laugh setting off Jimin and Taehyung.

“Have you seen Jihee?” Hoseok asks after a while and Namjoon sighs.

“No. Not since exams at least. She’s graduating at the top of her class too though, so she’ll be bound to be here at graduation somewhere,” Namjoon replies with a shrug.

“Is she not going to see the boys at all? You’d think she’d want her husband and children with her,” Yoongi spits and Namjoon wants to respond, but he can’t find it in him to defend Jihee. In the two years of Jimin and Taehyung’s life, Namjoon can count the times she was a real mother on his two hands. However, with Jungkook, Jihee was completely different. She practically ignored his existence and didn’t interact with him at all. That was the line for Namjoon’s tolerance of her. He couldn’t accept her cold ignorance of their youngest son. Since Jungkook was born, Namjoon decided to leave her on her own. He didn’t even ask her to spend the twins’ birthday with them. Instead, the day was spent with Seokjin, Hoseok, Yoongi and his sons at a park enjoying themselves.

“Come on, let’s go. We all need to find our seats, graduation begins in half an hour,” Seokjin says, ushering the lot of them out. The ceremony flies in a blur, Namjoon too focused on how his sons are faring with Yoongi and Seokjin to care. He watches as Hoseok is called up, clapping loudly as his best friend takes his diploma. Some more time passes and then it’s his name.

He stands up proudly, and walks to the Principal, collecting his diploma. He spots his own parents, staring at him in pride. He spots his sons, Taehyung sitting on Seokjin’s shoulders, while he holds Jimin up in his arms, all three of them waving happily. Yoongi even lifts a now awake Jungkook up, making the little boy wave. Namjoon’s smile deepens and he has to blink away the tears. It had been a hard few years and he was more tired than anything. But he did it. He made it through everything. For his sons.

Briefly, Namjoon catches the eyes of Jihee’s parents, her mother glaring harshly at him while her father smirks smugly. However, Namjoon is filled with too much happiness and pride to care. He walks off the podium and back to his seat, mindlessly listening as more names are called. He hears Jihee’s name being called out and looks over to her. The two catch eyes and his brows furrow at the slightly guilty look in her eyes when she spots him. He briefly wonders what it means but decides to ignore it instead. Finally, a couple of hours later, graduation is over. Namjoon looks around for Hoseok, however, his search is halted when Jihee walks over to him nervously. He looks at her in confusion and opens his mouth to congratulate her, however, he’s cut off by her words.

“Namjoon. Can we go somewhere to speak? Privately?” Jihee asks and Namjoon’s eyebrows furrow but he nods his assent, following Jihee. Momentarily, he catches Hoseok’s eyes and gestures for him to head back to Yoongi and Seokjin. Jihee pulls him to the side, away from the bustle of graduation and Namjoon watches as she rummages through her bags until she pulls out some papers.

“Let’s get an annulment Namjoon,” Jihee finally says and Namjoon stands in shock, blinking owlishly at her words.

“What?!” Namjoon sputters and Jihee sighs.

“Please. You and I both know this isn’t working out. I’ve had this planned for a while. Since I was pregnant with Jungkook actually. The only reason I went through that pregnancy was that I knew it would make you happy and because I knew that when I asked for this, I’d have more leverage for you to say yes,” Jihee begins and Namjoon’s anger begins to rise.

“Leverage? Did you agree to have Jungkook as leverage? Fucking hell, he’s our son, not a bargaining token. I would have signed these fucking papers with or without him. What the fuck is wrong with you Jihee?” Namjoon spits out, tone laced with disgust and Jihee reels from his anger.

“Namjoon calm down. A family was never what I wanted. You know that. I’ve been scouted by a company, and my parents and I think it’s best if I separate from you and your sons. If you sign these papers, our marriage will be annulled, as if it never happened and I’m even giving you full custody. They aren’t my sons anymore. But let’s be real they never were. Besides, you’ve practically given up on your dream and I can’t see you going anywhere anytime soon and that could negatively impact my future. Both my parents and my agent think I need to do what’s best for my career and I agree. So please just sign the papers,” Jihee says and Namjoon’s fists clench tightly.

“I’ve given up on my dream? Are you fucking insane? Or maybe you’re so far up your own ass you didn’t even realise you put all the responsibility of raising my sons onto me. I didn’t have time for a fucking dream between juggling my two degrees, two jobs and my two, - now three - sons while all you did was fuck about and follow your own dreams selfishly. What happened to the sweet Jihee I fell in love with? The one who believed in my dreams as well as her own? The one who’d stick by me through thick and thin. I don’t fucking know you anymore,” Namjoon seethes and Jihee shrugs.

“She grew up. My industry is relentless and selfish. I need to do what’s right for me. I’m sorry Namjoon. Will you sign the papers?” Jihee asks and Namjoon grits his teeth, snatching them away from her.

“Give me a couple of days to read through this. I’m not going to have you cheat me into signing anything I haven’t read. But if everything is fine, I’ll sign the damn papers and we can both get out of each other’s lives. For good,” Namjoon finally snarls before turning and leaving.

“Namjoon, I’m sorry,” Jihee calls out and Namjoon stops in his tracks, stiffening slightly. There’s regret in her voice - mixed with a smidgeon of guilt - and he can hear them both clearly. But he doesn’t care.

“Go fuck yourself Jihee,” Namjoon snorts before continuing to walk away from her.

{End of Flashbacks: Present Day}

“I don’t know if you know, but Seokjin is a chaebol and he let Namjoon use his lawyers to go through the contract for free. Everything was fine, an annulment and Namjoon getting full custody of the boys, with Jihee even signing off her rights as a mother. A couple of months after that, Jin created JinHit entertainment and hired me, Namjoon and Hoseok as his first artists. And well, you know the story from there. Throughout it all, Namjoon tried his hardest to succeed for his sons and eventually, they made it. But, considering the past and everything that happened with Jihee, you can see why he’s so angered by mentions of her,” Yoongi finishes his story, but there’s not much you can do. You’re shocked still, unable to respond. Part of you feels bad for everything Namjoon had to go through, another part of you feels complete admiration for how well he’s done for himself. The last part of you has lost all the respect you had for Oh Jihee.

“Is part of that why Namjoon kept the boys hidden from the public?” you ask cautiously and Yoongi nods.

“Partly yeah. Jihee and Namjoon are both high profile celebrities and with the past, it made the most sense to keep them out of the public eye. Not to mention, he wanted to keep them away from the press and stalkers who could harm them,” Yoongi explains and you nod in response.

“Wow. I wasn’t expecting that. I can understand why he was so angry I mentioned her,” you reply, your tone laced with understanding but Yoongi shrugs in response.

“Perhaps, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t overreact,” Yoongi replies and you open your mouth to defend Namjoon only to be interrupted.

“He’s right. I did overreact and I apologise for that. I hope I didn’t hurt your feelings. It wasn’t your fault and you had no idea about Jihee,” Namjoon says as he enters the kitchen, bowing deeply in apology. You immediately wave him off.

“No, no! It’s okay really! I’m sorry you had to go through that. I’m sure it must have been hard for you and the boys,” you reply and this time Namjoon waves you off. Yoongi nods to Namjoon before getting up and leaving the kitchen, leaving the two of you alone.

“Not really. Jihee was never around even when we were together. The boys have never known what a mother is. I’m their only parental figure along with Seokjin-hyung, Yoongi-hyung and Hoseok. But I don’t think they’ve had a bad childhood you know? It may have been hard, but I did whatever I could to give them a good life. I tried to take them on tour whenever I could, so I could show them different places and teach them about different cultures. Everyone will tell you I spoil them but can you blame me? I know they’re missing a mother and I don’t want them to feel like it’s their fault they don’t have one. So, I do whatever I can for them. Even if it means spoiling them to distract them from what they are missing,” Namjoon says sagely and you smile timidly at him.

“I don’t think they’re spoiled. I think they’re wonderful children and you’ve raised them well. And even if they are missing a mother, I don’t think they’re missing out on much because it seems like you’ve been the best parent figure you could be. It may not mean much coming from me because I don’t know you well enough, but from what I’ve seen, you’re a wonderful dad Namjoon and they’re great kids. Really great kids. You did well,” you say earnestly and Namjoon smiles softly at you.

“It does. Mean something that is. Thank you,” Namjoon responds sincerely. The two of you sit in the quiet of the kitchen, the silence heavy with emotion but not uncomfortable. It doesn’t last long however, cause suddenly the twins are running into the kitchen, their eyes lighting up when they spot you.

“____-noona! You came! Daddy, why didn’t you tell us?” Taehyung asks, stomping his foot slightly and both you and Namjoon laugh at his gesture.

“Sorry tiger, but you were so busy playing with Jaewoo and Sungwoo, I didn’t want to disturb you,” Namjoon says and this time Jimin pouts.

“You’re being selfish daddy, you can’t have ____-noona to yourself! We want to play too,” Jimin pouts, latching onto your leg and the both of you blush when you hear Sooyun, Seokjin and Hoseok snickering from the doorway.

“Yeah, you’re being selfish daddy,” Hoseok teases, copying Jimin’s words and emphasising the word ‘daddy’; making Seokjin and Sooyun laugh even louder.

“Alright, alright. That’s enough. I think it’s time for cake, don’t you? I got Jiminie’s favourite,” Namjoon says as he walks to the fridge, pulling out a large frosted cake. Jimin squeals, running up to his father and jumping up and down to try and get to the cake. Namjoon only laughs, before gently calming Jimin down.

“Calm down pup or daddy will spill the cake and you won’t get any,” Namjoon says gently and immediately Jimin stills, eyes wide in fear at the thought of not getting any cake. Namjoon carefully takes the cake out into the living room, everyone except Seokjin following him. You begin walking behind the entourage only for Seokjin to stop you with a mischievous smile.

“So, you don’t happen to have a daddy kink by any chance?” Seokjin teasingly asks with a wink and you immediately stiffen, face flush with heat from your embarrassment. Seokjin takes in your appearance before running away, his squeaky windshield wiper laugh following him and leaving you all alone in the kitchen.

You immediately smack your cheeks and shake your head, trying to get his words out of your mind. now that you think about it, maybe you do mind being in Namjoon’s life.

Especially if it means you’re the constant victim of Hoseok and Seokjin’s teasing.

A/N: Hi! Thank you so much for reading! If you liked this chapter, why not check out my other stories? ^.^

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*SVTFOE Bloopers, Finale Season

Hey Starlings! Today’s the one year anniversary of “Star vs. The Forces of Evil”! I remember when we were all hyped up for the show and I got sooooooooooo into it. And I mean really really into! My reviews grew from joining the fandom, I collected the merchandise, I met some good friends and I even got to meet Daron Nefcy herself! As tribute to the shows anniversary, I finally got the chance to write my Season 4 bloopers! (like how I did with the first 3 and “Battle for Mewni”) I admit I haven’t really worked on it much since last year cuz I’ve been busy (mostly lazy), but when I heard the one year anniversary was coming up, I decided to get off my a** and write it! With help from my good friend @agentpfangirl1997. Thank you so much! As I was writing this out. I accidentally deleted it and was in shell shock cuz I worked really hard on typing this all out and putting it together, but I picked myself up and rewrote it like a true writer! I hope you guys like it cuz if you get the references in this. It’ll be even better. Enjoy! @daronnefcy I hope you see this! Like you promised from your Q&A!

•Butterfly Follies

-(Star pulls the string of the Queen Moon doll)

Queen Moon Doll:”You’re doing just fine, sweetheart”

(Star pulls the string again)

Queen Moon Doll:”I love you!”

(Star pulls the string once more)

Queen Moon Doll:(in a deep demonic male voice) “I command you! In the name of Lucifer to spill the blood of the innocent!”

(Star shakes her head in disbelief looking standing upright and shocked. She darts her eyes to the doll. She pulls the string yet again)

Queen Moon Doll:(makes demonic shrieking noises)

(Star darts her eyes to the camera still in shock)

-“Queen Moon”:(to Star and River) ”Um, I have to tell you something”

(“Queen Moon” takes off their wig to reveal themselves to be a male actor)

(Star and River gasp)

River:”You.......you’re a brunet!” (the staff off-screen laugh. River laughs as Star holds back her laughter. The Queen Moon actor just smiles. River turns to the staff off-screen shrugging) “I forgot my lines!”

•Escape from the Pie Folk

-(The Pie King is lounging on the giant pie wheel as he spins it. It spins for a moment before it slowly stops)

Star:”I’d like to solve the puzzle!” (The Pie King falls off the giant pie wheel laughing. Star laughs as the staff off-screen laugh too. Star turns to them shrugging and smiling sheepishly) “I like “Wheel of Fortune!”

•Moon Remembers

•Swim Suit

-(Behind the Scenes. Star, Marco and Tom are staring up at the giant crystal prison Globgor is in, but he’s not right now (cuz he’s CGI-ed in), so they’re just astonishingly staring up at the big empty crystal prop)

Marco:”How big is this f***ing thing!?”

•Ransomgram

-Ransomgram Monster:(singing and dancing) 🎶You stole our sword, so we stole your dragoncyclllllllllllll🎶 (stops singing and dancing to laugh at herself holding herself up by her knees. She turns to the staff off-screen) “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, can-can I try that again please?”

•Lake House Fever

•Yada Yada Berries

•Down by the River

-(Behind the Scenes. Toffee is sitting on a chair reading a script from for his upcoming cameo appearance in “Meteora’s Lesson” while holding a coffee mug in one hand and drinking from it. He’s only wearing his white shirt and black pants and matching shoes. Suddenly, the child actors that portray the Maizley kids, Manny and Mendel, run up to him grinning and stare intensively at him on either side. Toffee notices this and stares up from his script. The children continue to stare)

Toffee:”Can I help you?”

Mendel:”Hiiiiiiiiii Mr.Toffee” (rubs her arm up her other arm looking at the ground and then up at Toffee), “We’re huge fans of yours and we just wanted to meet the biggest actor on the show”

Manny:(points at Mendel) “She’s got a big crush on you!”

Mendel:(looks embarrassed then glares at Manny) “I do not!” (turns back to Toffee and shyly holds her hands behind her back and traces her foot on the ground in front of her looking down at it and then up at him) “Anyways, we were wondering if maybe you can help us go over our lines for our episode”

Toffee:”Well, I don’t know, I’m already going over my own lines for my own episode and-“

The Kids:(pressing their heads together with big eyes, cute smiles and clasping their hands together) “Pleeeeease” (they bat their eyes unsynchronizingly)

Toffee:(sighs and then miles) “Oh alright”

(the kids cheer and Manny runs off-screen. He comes back dragging a chair, places it next to Toffee, climbs up on it, pulls out his script for “Down by the River” and Mendel hands Toffee her script. Manny opens both scripts to a certain scene)

Manny:(to Toffee) “Ready!?”

Toffee:”Yes”

Manny:(clears his throat and reads his line) “Hey! You wanna bet I can scream really loud!?”

Toffee:(reads Rivers line from the script) “”No”, okay, so then Moon says-“ (gets interrupted by Manny screaming in his ear. Toffee was startled by it as it made him jump out of his chair and drop his coffee mug having it spill and break on the floor. He was covering his ears when he turned to Manny annoyed) “What was that!?”

Manny:(smiling) ”That was my line! I scream in Rivers ear!”

Toffee:”Yeah, but I wasn’t-“ (gets interrupted by Manny screaming again. Toffee cringes) “I wasn’t-“ (gets interrupted again by Manny screaming as he cringes again) “Now see here, I-“ (gets interrupted once again by Manny screaming as he once again cringes) “Will you st-“ (yet again he’s interrupted by Manny screaming as he cringes once more. Manny screams in-between pauses as Toffee cringes with it. Toffee groans and covers his ears as Manny’s continuous screaming gets louder from his pauses. Mendel pulls out a pan and spoon and starts banging them against each other while howling. Toffee is startled by that and turns to glare at Mendel screaming ) “WHAT’S WITH THE ONE WOMAN BAND!?”

Mendel:(screaming so Toffee can hear from Manny’s screaming) “IT’S THE SCENE WHERE MY FAMILY AND I MAKE LOUD NOISES TO WARD OFF THE HOOKMAN!” (she giggles) “IT DRIVES MOON CRAZY!”

Toffee:(exasperatedly) ”She’s not the only one!” (he sighs and slumps in defeat as Manny is still screaming in pauses as Mendel bangs her pan and spoon together howling. He walks off dejectedly as Manny jumps on his back continuing his screams and Mendel following him howling. We hear Toffee off-screen yell) “WHY DID I AGREE TO COME BACK TO THIS KIDS SHOW!?”

•The Ponyhead Show!

-Pony Head:(on the set of her characters Show-within-a-Show) “Okay, um, so when I said I wanted my own spin-off, THIS ISN’T WHAT I HAD IN MIND!”

-Eclipsa:(singing and playing her guitar as she’s magiced in the air by Star) 🎶Centuries from my home, Can't go back, so let's start some-🎶 (the harness that’s keeping her up for Stars magic breaks leaving her hanging by only one strap now) “Oh! Oh my!”

(the background music for Eclipsas song stops on a record scratch and Star, Pony Head (after spitting out the crystal cupcake prop), Marco, Kelly and Seahorse rush over and try to reach up to Eclipsa)

Marco:(jumping up and down) “I gotcha! I gotcha!”

Pony Head:”Hang on Eclipsa! I gotcha!” (flies up to the harness that’s wrapped around Eclipsa and tries breaking it free with her teeth. Seahorse flies up and joins in)

(the single harness now is slightly torn lowering Eclipsa down with her screaming)

Star:(fearfully) “Eclipsa!”

Eclipsa:(worrying) “Some one get me down!”

(Everyone tries to help Eclipsa and the camera pans to Toffee causally sitting in a chair wearing only his white shirt with a couple of buttons undone and his black pants and shoes while holding his coffee mug and next to him is Rosemary, the little girl who was the only one to like Eclipsas song, sitting on a chair leveled to Toffee sipping her juice box and both are staring up at the chaos of Eclipsas harness failure as people rush in to save her and we hear them murmur)

Toffee:(to Rosemary keeping his eyes on Eclipsa) “Think they’ll get her down?”

Rosemary:(while keeping her eyes on Eclipsa) “Not a chance”

(they click their drinks without looking and sip)

•Surviving the Spiderbites

•Out of Business

-Marco:(to the Quest Buy Sloth) “Hey! My Dude! We’re pros at these, uh, situati-“ (gets tripped on his back after doing a back flip by the “Baby Marco with Wheels for Hands” prop as it zooms by. Marco sits up groaning. He turns up to his left) “Janna!” (Janna comes onto the set with a remote control device laughing and makes the “Baby Marco with Wheels for Hands” prop circle around them. Marco groans at Janna)

•Kelly’s World

•Curse of the Blood Moon

-Tom:”Uh, Relicor says he’ll guide us to the Severing Stone, cuz he’s my grandpa” (sways his hips back and forth) pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-“ (stops to laugh at himself) “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! It was just too funny! (laughs some more. Turns to the director off-screen and waves his hand dismissively) “Just-Just shot again, okay!”

(Take 2) Tom:”Cuz he’s my grandpa” (sways his hips back and forth) “pa-pa-pa-“ (stops again to laugh and holds up one finger facing the director off-screen) “One more time! One more time!”

(Take 3) Tom:”Cuz he’s my-“(is about to sway his hips back and forth, he stops to hold in his laugh, but after awhile, he bursts into laughter bending forward holding his stomach and tapping his foot. Star is annoyed and rolls her eyes groaning. Janna pulls out her iPhone playing with it and Marco sighs)

-(Star, Marco, Tom, Janna and Relicor are in the elevator. Tom is whistling and holding his hands together stretching them around. Star looks annoyed)

Star:”Tom!.....Tom!” (Tom accidentally hits Star in the eye with his stretching hands) “OW!” (Star covers her eye)

(everyone looks towards Star concerned)

Tom:(panicky) “Oh my God! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to and-“

Star:”Damn it! Tom!”

(The staff come onto the set and hover around Star as we hear one say, “The medics on their way!”. Tom panics to himself and a bell rings signaling to stop rolling)

-(Behind the Scenes. Star and the gang are waiting for Vexicor to show up for the scene. Star is slouched down holding a hand to her head moaning silently, Marco has his arms crossed and is tapping his foot impatiently, Tom is looking worriedly at Star, Janna is laying on the couch playing on her iPhone, Relicor is flying in place and Abraxacan is in his tower resting his head on one hand and tapping his claws on the window sill)

Marco:(about Vexicor to the staff off-screen) “Is he here yet!?”

Staff Member Off-Screen:”No, not yet”

(Marco sighs impatiently)

Tom:(walks over to Star putting his hand on her shoulder) “Hey, is your eye okay?”

Star:(stares up at Tom sternly) “F*** off, Tom”

(Tom backs away slowly holding his hands up in front of him in fear. We hear a door open and slam as everyone on set looks towards the noise. We then hear foot steps and Vexicor in his demon costume comes onto the set holding up a fast food bag in one hand and a drink in the other)

Vexicor:”What! What! What! What’s everyone looking at!?” (slurps his drink)

Marco:”Dude! You went to get fast food!?”

Vexicor:(irritated) “Well why not!? You kids cleaned me out on the donuts, so I had to walk all the way to the restaurant” (gestures to his costume) “in this getup! Getting weird looks from strangers and I’m sweating my balls off in this thing and-“

Director Daron:(off-screen) “WAIT! WAIT! Hold up!” (everyone looks at the camera) “This could work!”

Star:”It can?”

Vexicor:”What!? Me and this scenario!?”

Director Daron:(off-screen) “Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! It’ll be funny! Okay places everyone! Let’s shoot this!”

(everyone gets into their positions for the new rewrite scene)

-(Star and Marco are wearing their formal outfits waltzing to the “Blood Moon Waltz” with red lighting. Suddenly, the music shifts to Lil Nas X ft.Billy Ray Cyruses remix song of “Old Town Road”. Star and Marco are startled by it and break apart)

Pony Head:(flies onto the scene screaming) “Okay! That is it! Where are those creepy twins!? Imma bust their heads!” (scans the area as the music plays) “I swear, I don’t care if I get sued for this! Those two are dead!” (she notices the music still playing) “CUT THE TRACK!” (“Old Town Road” stops on a record scratch as the lighting turns on to color. Pony Head groans and flies off. Star and Marco just awkwardly stare at each other from Pony Heads outburst)

Marco:”Well” (scratches the back of his head and then shrugs) “least it’s not “Despacito” (crookedly smiles)

(Star covers her mouth from laughing)

•Princess Quasar Caterpillar and the Magic Bell

-(Behind the Scenes. Janna (before CGI makes her a Cyclopes) is bouncing up and down with glee next to Quasar)

Janna:(pleadingly) “Do the thing! Do the thing! Please! Please! Please!”

Quasar:(laughs and playfully waves off a hand) “Oh C’mon!”

Janna:”Pleeeeeeeeease!” (holds up one finger) “Just this once!”

Quasar:(playfully rolls her eyes) “Oh okay!”

(Janna cheers clapping her hands)

Quasar:(clears her throat and gets into a starting position pose. She raises her hand in the air) “JUPITER STAR POWER! MAKE UP!” (gracefully twirls around while waving her hands in the air. Janna awes with joy)

•Ghost of Butterfly Castle

-(Moon is walking the hallway of the abandoned ruins of Castle Butterfly looking at the sewn tapestries on the walls. She suddenly stops and sneezes. The staff off-screen laugh as she smiles and sniffles)

Moon:”I’m sorry” (sniffles again) “It’s just so dusty in here that’s all”

•Cornball!

•Meteora’s Lesson

-(Behind the Scenes. Star is in Toffees huge dressing room putting on his mullet wig for his young characters self. She’s adjusting it in the mirror and starts doing poses with it. She does air guitar and makes guitar noises with it thrashing around. As she does that, she doesn’t notice Toffee walk in dressed in his young characters 80’s outfit while wearing a bald cap for the wig and carrying a coffee mug. He’s perplexed seeing Star goof around in his dressing room and wig)

Star:(singing) 🎶I love Rock n’ Roll! So put another dime in the jukebox, Baby! I love Rock n’ Roll! So come an’ take your time an’ dance with me-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! YEAH!🎶 (she grabs a chair and smashes it on the ground. Then she goes down on her knees and holds both her hands up in a “Rock On!” sign) “THANK YOU! GOOD-NIGHT!” (sticks her tongue out “KISS” style)

Toffee:”Ahem!”

(Star breaks out of her “rock persona” and looks to see Toffee glaring at her. She quickly gets up grinning sheepishly. Keeping her eyes on Toffee, she dusts the broken pieces of the chair behind her under a lounge chair, scoots herself near his wig bust, removes his wig from her head, places it on the bust, brushes it down with her hands and takes a big step next to him. She giggles nervously then frantically zooms out the room. Toffee watches her leave and signs wearingly)

-(Toffee dressed as his young characters self is gripping Glossaryck in his hand and Meteora crawls over to Toffees leg. She starts pounding on it, but then stops and cuddles it cooing. Toffee chuckles and picks up Meteora in his other arm. He turns to the staff off-screen)

Toffee:(embarrassed) “Can we edit this so it looks like she’s attacking me?”

•The Knight Shift

•Queen-Napped

-Ransomgram Monster:(fearfully peaking from the door holding a hand full of envelopes) “It’s just the mail! Please don’t make me dance!” (the staff off-screen laugh. The Ransomgram Monster turns to them embarrassed and shrugs) “I’m not much of a dancer!”

•Junkin’ Janna

•A Spell With No Name

#svtfoe #svtfoe bloopers #svtfoe season 4 bloopers

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stormybluejay · 5 years ago

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This started out as a really dumb idea but then I got really into it and decided that the dumb idea shouldn’t be incorporated into it because it was really weird and didn’t fit the theme anymore.

I didn’t know what to do with it when I came to the part where the dumb part should be, so then this happened.... actually turns out my brain came up with a pretty good idea to replace the dumb idea!

By the way, before you start, have some trigger warnings!

TW: Death, gore

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No....

Lewis could do nothing but stand there, forced to stare at the scene below.

There were a million thoughts running through his head, but only one rose above, louder than the rest.

What have I done?

He’d thought revenge would be satisfying. It wasn’t supposed to end this way.

If he’d known that the man had... what, forgotten what he’d done?

If he’d known... he would have taken some different ideas into consideration before just chucking him off a fucking cliff.

At this time, however, his mind was succeeding in nothing but guilt tripping him.

This.... mangled thing, shredded body... at the bottom of this hole, impaled on a spike...

Not only was this hole torn through the chest of his victim his fault, it was his best friend whom he had stared into the amber eyes of before dropping him off a cliff.

How could he?

What a monster he had turned into.

His entire ghostly body was paralyzed, forcing him to reflect on what he had become.

In life... he had been such a loving, caring man- with a loving, caring family and loving, caring friends.

Now what was he?

The villain.

That’s what he was.

The antagonist who succeeded in his mission before realizing it was the wrong choice.

But instead of the plot being resolved, he was left with nothing.

He WAS nothing. He’d succeeded in his revenge. Story over.

They were probably coming to take him back now.

There was an incredible pain that shot through his chest, and his hand immediately flew to the locket.

He could feel the physical cracks in it, but couldn’t see it as his vision darkened.

And then, he collapsed.

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Arthur’s eyes shot open wide, and he sucked in a breath. The pressure in his chest was gone. It was like no spike had crashed through his chest, breaking a lot of bones and puncturing his heart and lungs and- oh dear god this was making him sICK-

Before he managed to lean over and puke, though, he was blinded by a yellow shimmer, and then all his vision was white.

He looked down, and saw his own body, still intact, but he could feel himself floating, drifting in some unknown place.

The only different thing about his body was that his outline was sort of blurred, as if his eyes weren’t focused. The rest of him was clear, but the edges of his form were just blurred, and it hurt to look at, it hurt even more than the blinding whiteness around him.

So he closed his eyes tightly.

Immediately, he was hit with a feeling like he was falling (one could only call it a sinking feeling-), as if he were going down an endless steep drop on a roller coaster, but instead of a normal roller coaster car he was in a wildly spinning teacup ride. He felt bile rise up in the back of his throat, as if he were about to be sick. His stomach was churning, and he would puke if he-

His eyes shot open, his breathing panicky. His head was pounding, and pain zigzagged its way through his brain. Even though the sensation had been jarring, it had only lasted a few seconds.

A few terrifying seconds that Arthur never wanted to experience ever again.

Once his breathing had slowed, he began to take note of how his surroundings had changed while he had experienced the roller coaster/teacups/whatever the hell he was supposed to call it.

Instead of a blank white space, he was floating in a murky darkness, joined only by little white flecks of ash-?

His outline was no longer blurred, either- it now looked like it was made of rays of light, shining a small distance away from his body and then fading away. It was like he was a lamp of some sort. It was strange.

He put a hand to his aching head, and immediately regretted it.

He could feel the cold touch of smooth metal. His arm. It felt good in the feverish state he had to be in.

But the bad part was the torrent of things that came over him.

The cave was the first thing. It always was, always had been, the memories of losing his arm and somehow losing track of Lewis along the way.

The mansion was the second thing. That ghost that had chased them all the way through it.

The highway chase. His uncle’s mechanic shop. The ghost again. Mad tree lady-? The ghost taking him by the collar, and dangling him off a cliff?

Lewis? LEWIS!?

And then it was over.

He wanted answers.

And by god, wherever he was, he wanted out.

#mystery skulls animated #mystery skulls arthur #mystery skulls lewis #oop this started out as a weird idea #but hey arthur can jump through planes now so #that’s kinda cool #how will he get out?

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nekokoaa · 6 years ago

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Chandelier - Endeavor x Reader (NSFW) Sequel to City Lights

City Lights PART 2: Chandelier

Warnings: (Angsty, Explicit, Fluff, Masturbation, Rough sex, Oral sex Infidelity)

8K H-HOLY

This is long, and I MEAN LONG BUT ENJOY!! There’re three dividers so you guys can take breaks and rest your eyes before continuing. Please read City Lights (It’s in my master list) before reading this since this is a continuation for it, you’ll better understand Chandelier if you do.

Part of the NSFW Series: Euphoria.

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You heard his heavy hum and felt it tickling your lips when he kissed you. He didn’t shy away from using his tongue, he was never gentle with his kisses, but it surely felt different than all of them. Your fingers started getting lost within his fiery hair as you struggled to kiss him back. Saliva swapped like a deal was made, a whirlwind of breaths exchanged. By the time he was done, you were left trembling and your body, a heated vessel.

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The view of the penthouse balcony could be seen through the glass windows your fingers were pressed into. Your breath was hitting the cool glass in waves, becoming visible and ghosting over the transparent surface. You couldn’t stop the loud moans that rolled from your lips at the joining of hips, the seductive sound of the connection matched with every sweet whimper that left you. Large hands were holding your hips tightly, grabbing a handful of your skin before letting go with a soft slap to your behind. You groaned in response and rolled your hips to get the best angle of his dick that probed within you at such smooth speed. You heard his grunts above you, you couldn’t see his face, but it warmed your heart hearing that he was reacting to you.

“Enji…” You sighed his name, wishing you could reach behind and touch his hand on your hip. But you knew you couldn’t. Endeavor would probably grow upset.

Your mind drifted, thinking about the confession you made a week ago to him. You decided to forget about it as it brought nothing but trouble in your relationship with him. Endeavor also didn’t bring it up, instead, he grew cold towards you, only calling you to fuck and then telling you to leave after. Endeavor no longer wanted to look at you during sex. He always positioned himself behind you, fucking you rougher and deeper than ever before. Every stroke had you shaking, tremors of pleasure rushing through your body as he was hitting it just right. But even though your sex life with him remained, you felt empty inside. You felt unwanted, unloved, and you found yourself crying after every night. Just hearing him utter the words, “I’m done,” and throwing you aside like you were an object made you feel like an empty shell walking upon the earth.

Another slap to your backside brought you to reality and your skin moved like waves to the assault. It made your ass jiggle as he struck not just the second time but a third. You squeaked, shutting your eyes to the stinging sensation that lingered when his hand left. You felt both of his hands release your hips and traveled to seize your flopping breasts. He straightened your body to where you were standing, still driving himself in you and ramming his dick deeper and deeper. He had you whimpering and seeing stars flashing around in your vision. You felt your legs tremble under you as his previous release from before was leaking down your inner thigh. Your hands were hovering over his that was squeezing your breasts, wishing you could rest them on top of his. But you grew afraid to, worried he was going to react as cruelly as he did that night.

His grunts were becoming louder and more vicious, like his hips that moved with such animalistic strides. You felt the heat of fire briefly against the crook of your neck and you purred, being reminded yet again of his habit when he was close. It wasn’t long before he slapped his hips to yours, a gravelly moan leaving him as he filled you to the brim with his hot cum. You felt his cock twitch within your tight walls and you knew if he continued just a bit more, you would’ve reached your own high. But as you felt his dick leave you, sadness started to well itself within your heart again. Maybe he wasn’t done. You thought just before you heard the sound of a phone ringing.

Endeavor made a sound like he was annoyed, and his hands left your body before you felt his heavy footsteps walk away from you. You turned your body slightly and watched him as he dug through the pouches of the belt of his hero costume that was sprawled on the bed and pulled out a ringing phone.

“What is it?” He sat on the edge of his bed, a phone to his ear, and an annoyed scowl upon his face. You could hear the tiny voice coming from his phone’s speakers, but their words weren’t audible enough for you to understand. You then heard his heavy groan and his voice came out loud, making you flinch to the suddenness. You were a little shaky to his shouts since that night he rejected you. “And why can’t you just do it yourself?"

The voice didn’t sound panicky at Endeavor’s anger and continued to talk to him, you thought you even heard some chuckling. And the more the voice went on the less tense his facial features became. It was like watching a forest fire simmer down into quiet smoke by the cries of the sky. You soon found Endeavor’s eyes on you, tracing your nude figure as you stood across the room where he left you, near the glass wall separating the bedroom from the balcony. The intensity of his stare was like placing yourself in an oven, you knew exactly what he was thinking of. He wasn’t exactly done with you yet and all it took was one look from him to understand completely.

You walked over to him, agonizingly slow until you were standing between his legs and in front of his large already erect penis. He hummed to whoever was on the other line as his large hand touched your thighs and hips—even roaming to your ass and squeezing a cheek. He continued talking like normal while you started shivering to his light touches, reawaking the pleasure that slumbered after your failure to reach your orgasm. You saw his hand pat his lap, and you didn’t need any words to understand the language. You grabbed onto his shoulders and straddled him. You felt his hand under your ass, holding you up as you reached for his cock under you and you slowly lowered yourself down when the tip aligned with your already bruised entrance. Your hands returned to his shoulders, your lips splitting for the gasp that passed through when you felt his length stretch your fleshy walls. You were a little surprised that he was allowing you to face him, but you tried not to think much of it—afraid he would somehow read your thoughts and change accordingly. Instead, you focused on enjoying it, finally facing your dragon after such a long week of staring at a wall, or the pillows, or even your reflection.

You had to bite your lip to stop yourself from moaning when you started lifting and slamming yourself down on his cock. There were moments when you couldn’t help it and Endeavor would shoot you a glare and come up with an excuse for your mistake when questioned by the person he was talking to.

“Just some alley cat.” He grumbled, his hand snaking up to your chest and playing with your hardened nipple.

Your nails started digging into his shoulder, feeling the stimulation from your nipple throughout your core. “E-Enji… Oh God…” You found yourself whispering, gazing up into his sapphire eyes. Your cheeks were flushed, mouth slightly open, your eyes so unfocused because of pleasure building with every blow. You were looking up at him with such adoration in your eyes. Endeavor was watching you and his expression twisted into something you couldn’t quite put into words. He pulled your body flushed against his, his hand moving to rest on your back. It looked like he was hugging you, but you knew he was just trying not to look at you. Your head was against his chest and you started to kiss his pale skin, earning a small groan from him. You grabbed ahold of his neck for support, rolling your hips aggressively against his cock.

“Ah!” You couldn’t help it. Pleasure snapped like lightning, and the static that remained was pulsing within you. You were desperately trying to reach your orgasm, it was all you cared about at the moment.

“Another alley cat?” You heard the voice of a man through the phone.

Endeavor sighed softly, it sounded quite shaky, but when he spoke up again, it was like he regained his composure. “Yeah, a noisy one at that.” You felt the heat of his glare on the top of your head, like the sun blaring down on you on a hot summer day. You didn’t dare glance at him.

Endeavor continued to talk on the phone until he came inside of you for the third time today. He covered his grunts with coughs and it seemed the person on the line was oblivious to what he was doing. You continued to ride him through his orgasm, finally nearing your own peak.

“I’ll meet you at the agency.” You heard him say, and when he hung up the phone, you have no reason to hold back anymore, you resumed your moans loudly and felt the line within your stomach growing tauter, pulling itself until it was about to snap.

“Get off.” His voice came snappishly. You stared at him with widened eyes, but your body was moving with a mind of its own. You couldn’t stop even if you tried. “I have to go.”

“Huh…? Wa-Wait… I’m…” But Endeavor didn’t wait, he abruptly stood up and it caught you off guard. You slipped off his lap and fell to the white carpet under you. Your legs started to shiver, and you were whimpering in agony at the sudden interruption. You were so close. Just a bit more and—

“Get yourself cleaned up and get out of here.” He didn’t even so much as glanced at you when he walked away. He swiped his robe from one of the closets in his room and carried himself into his en-suite bathroom. The bathroom door that slammed shut reminded you of a bullet that figuratively pierced your heart. A trigger was pulled, sudden and loud, and the pain that wrapped around your heart was nearly suffocating you. You were still trembling at the delay of your orgasm that shook at your core. You could’ve finished yourself off, but you were too stunned at the treatment you just experienced. Your eyes were stuck on the bathroom door, burning as you felt your tears swallow your vision. Blinked once, blinked twice, and they spilled over like rain, treading down your face bountifully. They hit your thighs and bounced against your skin, soon falling upon the white carpets and disappearing from sight. They felt cold and empty yet overflowing with sorrow. You couldn’t even recognize the door through the blurs and colors began to merge to where you couldn’t name them.

You were tired. Tired of all of this. The more you slept with him, the deeper you fell in love. The more he pushed you away, the deeper the cracks in your heart grew. You couldn’t take it anymore. It was like you were on a plane, traveling into a storm that never seemed to settle. And when it felt like you were finally out of it, it was merely just the eye and soon, you would return into the danger. It was a never-ending cycle.

You started gathering your clothes that was scattered around the floor. You knew you had to hurry because you didn’t know what Endeavor would do if he still found you in here. You love him, but you also love yourself too much for this. Once you had your clothes on, you got to the door and slipped on your heels. You placed the penthouse key Endeavor gave you on one of the tables. You have no reason to keep it on you now. You closed the door to his penthouse for the final time, ending this chapter once and for all.

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The next time he called, it was around 1 am at night, and you didn’t answer him for the first time. You were alone in your apartment, sitting on your bed in the dark with only your phone lit up as a light source. The name, “Enji” showed up on the caller ID and your heart started to flutter like it always did when he called. It was excruciating to let your phone ring, it sounded as if it was taunting you, begging you. You stared at it until your phone went dark and you couldn’t help but wonder how Endeavor must’ve felt, how he looked, was he surprised? Perhaps, angry? Anger seemed to fit him mostly. It always riled you up when he was, not at you, of course, but seeing him look like fire would engulf him in seconds always turned you on. He called you again after a few minutes, and still, you didn’t answer. As much as your body wanted to betray you and answer him, you let it ring.

A day went by.

And then a week.

And he called again… You didn’t answer.

Another week went by. He called again, and you didn’t answer again. It was around evening. You were sitting by the window of your apartment with a book snuggled into your lap. A thin cover was over your shoulders and a cup of tea was resting on the small table besides you. Its heavenly smell was soothing your startled heart when your phone started to ring. You watched as it vibrated itself near the corners of the table. Suddenly, it stopped, almost like the call had ended early. You grabbed your phone in a hurry and saw the notification of a missed call from ‘Enji’. Some part of you felt like calling back but then you remembered how he treated you that day and you returned your phone to the table, feeling your heart sinking to your stomach.

The third week.

You choked.

You called him. It was 3 am at night and you were laying in your bed with the covers over your head. Your eyes were squinted as you stared into the bright screen of your phone. Your thumb was hovering over his name, slightly shaking with hesitation. You were missing him, immensely, and you were one call away from returning to his bed. Would he allow you back? After ignoring so many of his calls? He hasn’t called since it ended abruptly, and it worried you to no end. Did something happen? Was he in trouble? Even though he was number one hero now, you still worried about his safety. Most villains would be stupid to try and challenge a hero like Endeavor but…

You sighed softly and pressed your thumb on the screen and was met with utter disappointment when the robotic female voice sounded out immediately.

The number you are trying to reach has been disconnected.

Your heart dropped at those words, tumbling all the way down to your stomach. He must’ve changed his number, it was the only explanation that seemed to make sense. It was a confirmation. He was done with you. Completely done.

You set your phone down upon the bed, biting your lip as you felt your chest began to squeeze itself until it hurt. Realization was kicking you in the head repeatedly, laughing at you for even attempting to call Endeavor. You should’ve known this would happen. You knew what kind of man Endeavor was and yet, you still had hope. You thought you had thrown away your hope ever since he rejected you, but you held on to it solely because it was an excuse to stay with him. You couldn’t help who you fell in love with. It started out with simple meetings to satisfy both of your needs and it grew into something larger. You became a burden to him because of that.

But still, you missed him. You loved him. You wished he was here against your body, caressing it like a precious gem and kissing it softly. You would feel his large warm hands all over your skin. They would trace the curves of your body from your hips to your waist until they grasped the soft flesh of your breasts. You felt your own hands following those same movements, your eyes shut as Endeavor plagued your thoughts. Your fingers lightly rubbed your nipples that started to harden under them, a small sensation of desire rising within your lower stomach incited your legs to open. You ignored the empty space between them and imagined how Endeavor would look if he filled it. You thought of his thin lips pressing themselves on your neck, his tongue driving over your skin and making you shift around under him.

Your fingers were slowly trailing down to your waist until they slipped under the rim of your lace underwear, almost immediately they were all over your throbbing clit, pushing and rubbing in circular motions. You moaned softly as you felt yourself growing wet, you moved your hips along to your movement with your eyes fallen shut and your mind on how Endeavor looked when he was fucking you. You didn’t hesitate to push your fingers within your vagina, you felt your fleshy moist walls surrounding your digits and you started to pump at the usual speed Endeavor would fuck you in. They were nowhere near as big as Endeavor’s cock, but you had to make use of what you have. You moaned heavily, knowing exactly how to angle your finger to bring you to a quick orgasm. Your other hand was messing with your clit, keeping the stimulation on a constant rise.

“Enji… yes!” You cried out as your orgasm rushed through your lower stomach. You felt your clit twitch and the walls swallowing your digits started to squeeze and pulse around them. You started to come down from your high like the tears that began to travel down your face. You haven’t noticed when you started crying until your breath started to hitch. You removed your filthy hands from your underwear and wiped the tears away. Unfortunately, they fared too much, and you allowed them to fall, soaking your cheeks until you had fallen asleep.

You woke up in the late afternoon feeling empty and your voice slightly hoarse. Your eyes felt heavy and was bloodshot red, dried streaks of tears stained the bridge of your nose and cheeks. By habit, you reached for your phone and it glowed to reveal the recent notifications and as expected, none from Endeavor. Instead you found a couple of texts from your friend, telling you to call her whenever you can. After you left Endeavor, you went MIA and avoided contact with everyone you knew. You gained a few texts and worried voice messages from them, you wanted to focus on yourself and also wanted to delve in your sadness. You didn’t want to bring anyone down with you so you distant yourself from them but now, you were craving to talk to someone.

You brought your phone to your ear and was surprised at how fast your friend picked up. You sat up on your bed, laughing at her frantic voice. She was basically crying at how worried she’s been for the past few weeks, she even told you she was going to visit you today if you didn’t respond to her texts. You proceeded to tell her your reason for suddenly disappearing, sparing the details that your ‘boyfriend’ was the number one hero. You never told anyone about your relationship with Endeavor, you couldn’t.

“Look, any man using you like that is trash! What does he think you are, a sex object?!” Technically, it was what you were to him. There were only a few times you held a conversation with him and it would be about minor things. Other times, it was just you engaged in dirty talk with him. “Listen, hun, there’s this VIP party happening tonight that you just gotta go to. Everybody who’s anybody is gonna be there! And it’ll help you get over that jerk!”

You sighed softly. You weren’t really in a mood to go to a party. “I’m not sure… I think I’ll just stay home.”

“Believe me, it’ll help! You know that new song that just came out by Ari Chisaii?”

“Thank you, next?”

“Exactly, girl! ‘Thank you, next’ him! You too pretty to be cooped up in your dingy apartment.”

“Hey… it’s not that bad.” A chuckle sounded out from you before it ended with another sigh. “Alright, I guess I’ll tag along. Text me the location and I’ll meet you there.”

“Great! They’ll be tons of hot men for you to bring home so that you can forget about that prick!”

“I think I’m just going to avoid men for now.” You smiled. “I’ll see you later.”

“Bye, hun!”

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The last time you’ve been to a party was when you met Endeavor for the first time. You couldn’t really remember how you ended up in his bed that night but the chemistry between you two was obvious. You were the one who approached him while he was keeping to himself. It seemed like he turned down every woman who went up to him except for you. You always wondered what made him interested in you, what made him want to take you to his penthouse that night. It was a moment you would never forget, even now as you stand near the bar, eying his large figure that held such a mighty presence that no one could keep their eyes off of him. Including yourself.

You were more than surprised when you spotted him. You remember when you asked Endeavor after one of your steamy nights why he attended such fancy parties and he said it was to increase his reputation. If it was up to his choice, he wouldn’t attend. At the time, he was the number two hero. But now as number one, he had no need to go so you couldn’t help but question his attendance. You quickly turned around to face the bar and ordered a drink. It looked like he hadn’t yet notice you and you wanted to keep it that way, though, it didn’t help that you were wearing a dress that he bought for you a while back.

Similar to your black dress that was stretched beyond repair, it was a low neckline and the color was a rich red like the glass of wine that was placed in front of you by the bartender. It was completely backless, and it held on to your upper body tightly as it accentuated the curves of your hips. It also was lightly shimmering but not so much to where you’ll gather attention by it. Perhaps if you were to walk under the grand chandelier in the middle of ceiling then it would look like stars twinkling within a red galaxy. Your favorite part was the slit at the bottom that gave a peep show for your leg every time you walked. It was the best dress Endeavor ever gave you, he left it on the bed in a box when you woke up some morning. It had a note on top that said, “here”, and when you opened it you were in awe at how beautiful it was. Immediately, it reminded you of him.

You wished you could go back to that time. Endeavor was so sweet in his own way, but that night when you spoke those three little words, you couldn’t recognize him anymore.

“Interested in him, huh?” You looked up and saw the soft eyes of the bartender who was skillfully shaking drinks in a container before pouring it into one of his customer’s glass. He returned his arms to the counter, leaning forward slightly. “Todoroki Enji or maybe, Endeavor, would be more correct.” You didn’t reply, and it made his smile grow wider. “It’s okay, despite him being married, many women still desire him, but he won’t take anybody home. You can still try your luck though.”

“You misunderstand. I was merely looking at him. I don’t desire him.” You took a small sip of your wine as you watched him start to polish some of his glasses with a soft cloth. He raised his eyebrows, not in disbelief, but in amusement of your lie.

“Your eyes tell a different story.” He paused, setting the glass under the counter before looking past you. “You may be lucky after all. Seems like he’s interested in you.”

“What?” You moved to cover your face and hunched your body over the counter. You glared at the bartender, knowing that it wasn’t his fault that Endeavor had notice you, but you had to direct your anger somewhere. “Is he looking over here?” You reduced your voice to a whisper and gripped your glass until your knuckles started to protrude.

The bartender laughed, “Worse. He’s walking over here.”

You squeaked at his words and like he warned, you felt a large presence beside you. It was no doubt Endeavor, you could feel the heat radiating from his flames that covered the entirety of his chin. You always wondered why his flames never seem to catch onto anything, maybe because he always wore fire proof clothing and could control his flames well.

“Endeavor.” The bartender greeted him with a small smile. “May I make you something to drink?”

“Whiskey.” He grunted, slamming his large hand upon the counter and when he lifted it, money was under it. The bass of his voice was enough to send familiar shivers running through your core. Pathetic. You thought as you squeezed your legs together. How just the simple sound of his voice could already make you want to jump his bones. You knew it’s been a while since you slept with him and you couldn’t deny that urge you felt by just being in his vicinity.

“What are you… doing here?” You were surprised at how weak your voice sounded. Your eyes remained at your glass, afraid if you were to meet with those sapphire eyes that your entire being will betray you. The whole point of ignoring him was to leave him, not to come back to him. Yet you could feel those eyes you avoided bore down upon your figure, a spell already brewing within them. You had to get out of here soon before you become enchanted by it.

He left your question unanswered and remained silent. When the bartender slid his drink in front of him was when he began talking. “You’re wearing it.” It was less like a question and more of a statement. As if you forgot what you were wearing, you glanced down quickly at your dress and sighed.

“It’s a gift. Am I not supposed to wear it?”

Endeavor downed his whole drink in a second without so much of a wince. “I didn’t think you would.”

“It’s a nice dress. I like it.” You commented, tracing your finger around the rim of your glass. It was definitely awkward, at least to you. “How have you’ve been, Enji?”

Endeavor twitched when you said his name. Oh, how long it’s been since he heard that melody and even though it wasn’t in its usual purr, it still riled him up. He cleared his throat, earning the attention of the bartender.

“Was it too strong for you, sir?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” He frowned, and the bartender smiled before collecting his glass. “What about you? You left without a trace.”

You sighed heavily. He hasn’t answered a single one of your questions, then again you had yet to look him in the face. “For a good reason too.”

Your words made Endeavor uncomfortable, but he knew it was his actions that drove you away. He shouldn’t even be talking to you right now, showing you that he cared about you just wasn’t his character. “I know.” He turned to face you and it was then when you finally looked up at him. He was wearing a black suit that you had to admit he looked absolutely handsome in. He wasn’t smiling and his sapphire eyes that stared into yours held something you couldn’t quite translate. Was it sadness? Perhaps regret? “Still. At least you’re okay.”

That was all he grumbled before he had walked away from you and out through the double door entrance of the party. You were a little stunned at how fast he left, like the only reason he came to this event was because of you. Was that your hope speaking again?

You couldn’t quite shake the feeling that suddenly consumed you. It felt like it was going to be the last time you’ll ever speak to him and you weren’t sure if wanted that. You still loved him after all.

“What a surprise. You two actually knew each other.” You were honestly getting annoyed by this noisy bartender and was about to tell him off until your friend who invited you to this party suddenly popped in front of you. She had a large smile on her face and her eyes were sparkling like the diamond earrings that hung from her ears.

“Girl! Were you just talking with Endeavor!? Oh my gosh!” She continued to fangirl about how lucky you were for talking with him. Apparently, Endeavor’s been showing up to these parties without showing much of an interest in them. He wouldn’t talk to anyone and would only stay for a few hours before leaving. It was the first time in a while since he left earlier than usual. Honestly, with that information it made it seem like he was looking for you. Can that actually be the case?

“Um! I’m sorry! I have to go, okay? Pay for my drink! I’ll pay you back!” You didn’t give your friend a chance to reply and you were already dashing away. You quickly requested your coat from the coat check and left the party. You still had more things to tell Endeavor, you didn’t want this to be the end without clarifying a few things.

“Enji!” You were able to catch him as he was climbing into his car, he turned and said something to his driver before directing his attention at you. You felt incredibly small as you stood next to him. He didn’t look too surprise at your appearance, but he sure was curious about it. “Can we talk?” You were fiddling with your thumbs when you asked, and you were looking to the ground because you were afraid of his incoming answer. But you didn’t receive any words but a gesture, he moved to the side and waved for you to get in his car.

You stared at him shortly before climbing in.

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Endeavor couldn’t say no to your face when you had asked him. You couldn’t tell but to him you looked like a small animal staring up at him with large diluted eyes. If he were to decline you, he felt as if you would’ve cried on the spot and he didn’t want cause such a scene in front of the venue. He planned on making the talk at the bar the last meeting between you two, but you suddenly showed up and ruined those plans. And now, you two were walking into his penthouse to ‘talk’.

“Oh.” A small sound of realization came out of you when you were rummaging through your purse for the card key. You had already grown so used to opening the penthouse with the card key that you have forgotten you returned it.

“Move.” You heard his gruff voice behind you and with a tap of his card key, the door unlocked. Endeavor quickly stepped inside, knocking off his shoes and shrugging off his suit jacket. He loosened his tie with a tired sigh and unbuttoned a few buttons of his collar shirt that gave a small peek to his hairy chest and then he disappeared into the kitchen.

“You’re not going home tonight?” You asked him as you kicked off your heels and hung your coat on the hooks near the door. You also placed your purse on the small table under it.

“I was but you wanted to talk.” He reemerged from the kitchen with two wine glasses in one hand and a wine bottle in the other. You noticed he turned off his flames on his chin and what was left was his usual stubble that you often love to stroke. You soon followed him into the living space and sat down on white sectional couches. You were briefly reminded of all the naughty things you’ve done with him on it and you started to blush. Get ahold of yourself. You screamed in your thoughts. You were only here to talk to him, not fantasize him fucking you into the couch.

“I won’t be long. I just wanted to clear things up before we end this.” You watched as he set the glasses down and with a pop, he opened the wine bottle and filled both of the glasses. He then sat next to you and waited for you to speak. “I know I left without saying anything but after how you were treating me, I just couldn’t take it anymore. We both agreed for this relationship to satisfy our needs, but I didn’t agree to be treated that way, Enji.” You sighed. “I shouldn’t have told you I loved you, but I couldn’t hide it at the time. It was how I felt and… It just came out.” You sipped a little bit of the wine that Endeavor was kind enough to pour for you.

“Felt?” His voice was deeper than usual.

“I still do feel that way. I can’t help my feelings.” You looked up into his eyes and your hands moved to rest on his knee. Your gesture was in no way sexual and Endeavor didn’t take it that way. “I know it’s wrong, especially since you have a wife and children. And some part of me wishes that you can just drop everything and just—”

“I have no intentions in doing that.” His voice gathered a bit of anger when you said that, but you nodded your head to reassure him.

“I know, so maybe take this as a lesson learned and be there for your family.” One of your hands moved to stoke his chin, the prickly feeling against your palm made you smile. “You’re a good hero, Enji. I’m sure you’ll be great as number one.” It hurt to say goodbye to Endeavor, but you knew this was for the best. This relationship you had with him wasn’t healthy especially since you held such strong feelings for him that he couldn’t reciprocate. You had to let him go.

For his sake and yours.

You gave him a kiss on his cheek, lingering longer than you should have, and when you pulled back, you stared into his handsome face briefly. It was going to be the last time you can do so. But before you had a chance to fully pull away from him, you felt a large arm go around your body and held you closer and your wrist was tightly held by his large hand. You were more than surprised at his gesture, blushing softly as your heart started to flutter when you felt the warmth of his body against yours. His eyes were intense with blue flames of passion swirling within them. Gosh, you almost couldn’t breathe.

“Tonight… can be the last night.” He spoke lowly. You couldn’t break your stare.

“Are you sure?”

“Do you think I wouldn’t be?”

You giggled, readjusting yourself by rolling up dress and climbing on his lap. Why, he looked so insulted when you questioned him. Endeavor was the kind of man who knew exactly what he wanted, and he wouldn’t stop at nothing to get it. Hearing your laughter made him quite upset.

“Relax.” You purred with a smile, your hands roamed his shoulders, massaging them before they slipped past the opening of his collared shirt to wander around his chest. “Alright, Enji, one last time, okay?”

That smile never left your face even as you leaned in to kiss him on his lips. You ached to feel them ever since you left him, the battle of domination and slowly falling into submission. You couldn’t wait to succumb to your dragon for the final time. And Endeavor couldn’t wait as well. He stood up with you in his arms, lips still locked as he carried you easily to his bedroom, his footsteps as loud as your beating heart. He threw you on the king-sized bed and stood at the foot of it while he unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off. It revealed his chiseled chest and abs that you couldn’t help but lick your lips to. Your eyes traced the curvature of his muscles that were formed like mountains, thick and large. You were already wet by just the sight of it.

You made a joke while you were undressing yourself, something about not wanting him to stretch your dress like he did to the last one and it made him snort and you giggled. There was something different about this than all of your other nights with Endeavor. You didn’t want to say it out loud, but it somewhat felt as if you were lovers. You smiled sadly, of course. Unfortunate how it took until the last night for Endeavor to treat you as a lover. But you didn’t delve on it, or rather you couldn’t, you were too busy enjoying the show of Endeavor fumbling with his belt and pants. He made quick work of his belt, throwing it upon the ground before he unbuttoned and zipped down his pants. And when he pulled down his pants along with his boxers…

Ah, yes. He was already hard.

You were peeling the tape off of your boobs to revert it to its natural state and crumbled it up in a ball and tossed it off the bed. Endeavor was quick to climb on top of you, towering over you like a skyscraper amongst townhouses. His large body always made you aware of the size difference. You could remember the first time you slept with him, wondering if he could fit. He did but it definitely took some time to adjust to his size.

“Mmm…” You heard his heavy hum and felt it tickling your lips when he kissed you. He didn’t shy away from using his tongue, he was never gentle with his kisses, but it surely felt different than all of them. Your fingers started getting lost within his fiery hair as you struggled to kiss him back. Saliva swapped like a deal was made, a whirlwind of breaths exchanged. By the time he was done, you were left trembling and your body, a heated vessel.

“Enji?” He took your breath away, but you still managed to speak his name when his lips began to travel down south. They stopped at your breasts, licking and nipping at your hardened nipples with a gloss of saliva left as evidence. A large hand was on the other and they squeezed the cushioned flesh. You soon felt kisses on your stomach and they went even further down until they settled between your legs. You gasped as this situation was completely new. Endeavor had never done this to you before. You almost thought you were imagining seeing his red hair between your thighs and feeling his hot tongue against your swollen clit. You bucked your hips against his face with a shuddering “Oooh, Enji…” leaving your lips and your fingers grabbed a fist full of his hair. He didn’t seem to mind it at all and you were grateful.

You never imagined Endeavor was so skillful with his tongue. He licked and sucked on your clit until it had you moaning and writhing around the sheets. Just when you thought you couldn’t get enough, he had plunged two of his meaty fingers within your cunt, pumping it ruthlessly at the same time. You could hear the sopping sounds of your inner walls being abuse, spreading for the two visitors that curled and angled themselves just right.

You couldn’t take more of this, the pleasure rising within you wouldn’t allow it. Endeavor had to hold your hips still by wrapping an arm around your leg and locking it between his thick biceps. He found his name in your mouth again, loaded with ecstasy that made even the fiercest of man melt into a puddle. The chord of pleasure was being pulled and the melody of your moans became askew. In a snap, the muscles in your legs felt tense and your hips stilled as a wave of pleasure broke through and flushed your body with serenity.

A small curse had left you, overwhelmed by the sensation that seized your senses. Endeavor had retreated and returned to decorating your body with kisses as he traveled up north. He hastily passed your stomach and kissed your chest for a moment before he reunited with your lips. He kissed them like he missed them. It wasn’t long before you felt his erect cock rubbing against your thighs. As much as you wanted it inside you, you pulled back your hips with a small smile and you watched his brows furrow in annoyance.

“Wait.” You rolled out from under him and started to push him by the shoulder towards the bed, beckoning him to lie on his back. “Let me return the favor.” You climbed on top of him and gave a small kiss to the corner of his mouth. And you treated him as he did you, flowering kisses until your head was between his muscled thighs. Your hands had grasped the base of his shaft, feeling the dense, hot meat that stood proudly before you. It was really large. Endeavor was honestly larger than anyone you have seen, and it sported an apparent vein right on the side, glossy with his dripping pre-cum.

You started to move your hands along his cock to prep him some more and it earned a heavy moan that could’ve been mistaken for thunder. When you felt he was ready, you submerged his dick into your mouth, only getting about halfway in because of how large he was. The rest of his length was being stroked by your hand and the other hand was massaging his heavy balls. You could tell Endeavor was enjoying this, he was already heating up, and he began thrusting his hips up into your mouth. You felt his large hand holding the back of your head, trying to control the speed at which you were going. He wanted you to go faster and at a certain point you had gagged when the tip briefly touched the back of your throat, but you powered through it and blinked away the tears that wanted to form.

You glanced up at him and met his eyes. He looked like he was upset but he really was just lost in his desires. His moans were getting louder and frequent and the pace of his fucks increased. You were no longer in control and just allowed him to dominate your mouth until he came. His cock began to twitch and then bursts of cum shot down your throat.

“You’re such a filthy girl…” He breathed, hearing your gulps when you swallowed his cum. You took that as a compliment because only he could make you feel this way. You departed from his dick, giving it a bit of a stroke before you trailed back up to his face.

“Only for you, Enji.” You kissed him on his lips, already losing count on how many times you felt them against yours tonight. He didn’t care that you had just swallowed his seed and could still taste the lingering bitterness on your tongue. He wanted you more than he ever did before.

He felt your arms go around his shoulders and pulled him into a tight hug while your lips were still on his. His hands went on your ass until they squeezed your cheeks and made you moan deliciously against his mouth. A loud slap of skin had echoed around the bedroom and your butt cheeks had jiggled against his hand that collided with them, it ended with his palm full of your ass. Your giggles bounced against his lips and you playfully swayed your hips side by side.

It was that same feeling you had felt before when you had first told him your feelings. It was right at the tip of your tongue; the devil was tempting you to speak it. What would Endeavor think if you were to say it again? How would he react? Some part of you was still afraid that he would revert back to his angry self and another part still held that hope that he would accept them.

“I love you…” You whispered between breaths and stared into his heated eyes. Your lips found their way against his once again.

“I know.” He spoke quietly without a hint of anger. So, you grew brave.

You wanted to tell him again and again and again.

And so, you did.

And still, no anger. Just his previous words repeated with a small kiss. A fresh wave of relief washed over you like your heart’s been lifted from all the stress it went through for the past several weeks. It was all you needed, just for him to at least understand your feelings. You pushed your lips on his and ceased your words of adoration. You done enough waiting. You wanted to fuck him already.

With you still sitting on top of him, you lifted your body to where it hovered over his penis and plunged down until your hot inner walls swallowed his entire length. Immediately, you already felt it hit the right spot, sparks of pleasure reached a new height and you didn’t even start moving yet. Endeavor was holding onto your hips, surprisingly waiting for your lead to move. He usually would move on his own and completely dictate your movements but now he was just waiting and enjoying the view. It’ll be the last time he’ll ever see it. So, you might as well give him a show.

When you started to move, your hands quickly found your breasts, grabbing them and squeezing them. Your eyes were glued on Endeavor’s—half-lidded and swirling with lust. You slowly bit your bottom lip and release it. It bounced back to its regular fullness and that simple action had turned Endeavor on so much he had bucked his hips up. You squeaked and then laughed and did everything you could to seduce him. Endeavor thought you were so sexy. He couldn’t lift his eyes from you even if he wanted to.

“I like your dick, Enji. It’s so big… I love it when you fuck me.” And then you started talking dirty and he couldn’t stop that groan that left him. He was already guiding your hips however he wanted—it was slow but still hasty. There was no rhythm to it. “It makes me feel so… aah… good.”

“S-Stop saying such dirty things.” Because if you didn’t, he was going to cum right then and there. You could tell by his voice and the flame in his eyes that he wasn’t done with you. He didn’t want this night to end just yet.

“Just fuck me like you always do, o-okay? I want it hard.” You moaned, leaning down to kiss him on his mouth. He took that as an opportunity to roll you over on your back, swiftly changing positions to where he resided on top. Your wrist was completely covered by his hand and pinned against the sheets that he began to ferociously fuck you into. You screamed in pleasure at the sudden change in pace, feeling his large dick continuously driving itself into that right spot that had your vision start to blur. You felt your entire body start to tremble against his gigantic body, you tried to open your legs as wide as they can so that he could reach even deeper inside of you.

He was stroking the perfect spot that made the bundle of nerves in your core sing. You felt the brief heat of flames against your neck where Endeavor’s head was, and it made you purr. He was close and so were you. The two of you held each other tightly, moving as one and falling into the realm of bliss together. Even the bed under your heated bodies was softly singing along to the rhythm of his hips. Your voice, a beautiful song of a siren’s, calling his name and making him lose all rational thought. He was under your spell, and deep down inside he wished he’ll never be out of it.

Endeavor came with a loud grunt and jerking hips and you were right there beside him with curling toes and trembling moans. The two of you rode out your orgasmic high until finally, he had collapsed onto your body, an exhausted dragon due for some rest. You actually past out shortly after orgasming, falling asleep faster than him.

One thing for sure was you finally had your wish of falling asleep in his arms—warm, like you expected it to be.

Endeavor woke up once the sunrays were brightly shining into his penthouse. He always gained some energy from the sun and he was fully recharged after such a steamy night. He actually woke up in a daze but when he felt your warm body against his, he realized what had transpired. He often like to gaze at you in the mornings. He always thought you looked beautiful while you were sleeping. Just like now, your bruised lips were parted and plumped, and your eyelashes looked long as they sparkled under the sunlight. The curves of your body seemed more pronounced as you laid on your side and your skin tone looked smooth and velvety in the mornings.

He knew he made a grave mistake when he spotted your card key on his table that afternoon several weeks ago. He convinced himself that you must’ve forgotten it and that he would return it to you the next time he called you. But when he realized you were purposely ignoring his calls, he grew worried and then angry. At one point, he was bubbling with so much rage that he had set his phone on fire when he was calling you, resulting in the call ending early. He was ready to give up on you. Or so he thought.

He started to attend parties for no clear reason. Maybe to forget about you, or maybe to find a new woman who could fulfill his desires. Yet, he couldn’t accept any woman in his bed after you had left. He didn’t know what it was or what to call this feeling. And when he accepted the fact that no one could replace you, he still attended the parties in small hopes that he could find you.

He knew that he couldn’t accept your love. He had a wife and children and even though he may not be the most ideal father and husband, he still had to be there for them. He still had a reputation to upkeep. Having these feelings for you was not ideal for him and no benefit would come in him pursuing it. He had to let you go, as painful as that may be. Endeavor gazed at your face, bringing a hand to caress your cheek. Your nose began to twitch as he moved his hand down your face to your neck and then your arm, your sides, and hips.

“Enji…” You mumbled his name in your sleep, shifting slightly before a gentle smile grew on your face. Endeavor made a small snort in return.

But for now, let him enjoy the final moments he had left with you. Surely, you will be missed.

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kinda-iconic · 6 years ago

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The Awakening (part 4)

Summary: After the conversation in his office took a personal turn, Adrian and Amy take their time to reflect on the events of the past.

Warning: There is no warning for this chapter, though it had me on the edge of my seat whilst I was writing this so urm... There is a bit of angst!

Author’s Note: This fanfic is the fourth instalment of this series and has been one that has been ‘in the works’ for a while - I was unsure as to how long it was going to take me to write this chapter, as I became rather busy and was unsure as to where I was going to take this chapter. I had a couple of ideas... but I wasn’t completely ‘sold’ on either of them. However, when writing the first part I suddenly had an awesome idea that might possibly have a MAJOR impact on the rest of the story so you’ve been warned!

Pairing: Adrian x MC

Tagging: @queerchoicesblog @nk-writes @ifyouseekheart @femmeshep @strangerofbraidwood @shelley-parah @galaxyside-0 @itlivesbeneath @begging-for-kamilah @flyawayboo @nobounderiesplease @momentarilyhere

Continued from Part Three...

After their brief meeting with Kamilah, Adrian and Amy return to the sanctitude of his penthouse. As Amy enters, she focuses her attention on her surroundings; the open-plan room is darker than usual, heavy drapes drawn across the floor-to-ceiling windows as the night draws softly into day. There was little light in the apartment, though Amy was able to see the sun rise from across the horizon through the gaps in the curtains, its orange hue glistening brighter as the sun climbed higher in the morning sky.

The pair remain silent for a while, their gazes fixated on their darkened surroundings as they ponder over the events of the past few hours. Before long, Adrian speaks, his voice no louder than a hushed whisper.

‘It’s almost dawn,’ he sighs, reaching up to remove his tie, ‘we need to try and get some rest before this evening.’

‘And what is happening this evening?’

‘That’s a matter for later,’ he cups her face in his hands, pressing a delicate kiss to her forehead, ‘right now, we should rest.’

An hour passes, and the pair soon find themselves winding down in one another’s company. After changing into her pyjamas, Amy re-enters Adrian’s bedroom, leaning against the door as her eyes dart to the four corners of the room; it is tidier than usual, all four walls illuminated by candlelight. Adrian is sat on the bed, his professional attire replaced with a pair of grey pyjama bottoms as he reads through a document, his attention never straying from the paperwork before him.

She gestures to the candles, her eyebrows knitted with confusion.

‘What’s with all the candles?’

He continues to read, his attention never leaving the paper.

‘I thought that you might like a change of ambience.’

‘Well, it’s lovely.’

He glaces up at her, his eyes training on the curves of her body as the flames covered her skin with an orange glow. He doesn’t realise how much time has passed until Amy speaks, breaking him out of his trance like state after she realises that he is staring.

‘What is it?’

‘You are...’ he pauses for a moment, his eyes boring into hers as he continues, ‘so very beautiful...’ he inhales sharply, his lips curving into a fond smile, ‘you know that, don’t you?’

She returns his gaze, her brown doe-like eyes reflecting the candlelight as she edges closer to him, her head tilted to the side. She narrows her brows, her mouth slightly agape as she tries to think of a response. ‘Is everything okay?’

‘Of course it is,’ he whispers, patting the empty space beside him as he beckons for her to come closer. 'Am I not allowed to tell the woman I love that she is exquisite?’

Amy smiles warmly at him, wandering over to the bed. ‘Well yes...’ she edges closer, crawling across the bed to rest beside him, ‘but not like that.’

‘Like what?’

She reaches forward, tracing soothing patterns on his skin with her fingertips before taking his hand in hers. ‘Like you’re saying it for the last time...’ she hesitates for a moment, their eyes meeting once more.

‘You know that you can talk to me, right?’

‘I....’ he pauses, unsure as to how he should continue. After some time, he sighs defeatedly, turning his face away from her, ‘I can’t... not this.’

‘Why not?’

‘It doesn’t matter,’ he mumbles, each word more emotionless and vague, ‘I don’t want to burden you with it.’

She gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, her eyes travelling up to focus on his face; his expression is stoic, yet Amy can’t help but feel slightly unnerved by his utterance. The bridge of her nose crinkles as she forces herself to concentrate harder on the features of his face, though it isn’t long before she notices it; his eyes were wider than usual, his once calm facade replaced with one of hesitancy and caution. She watches him for a moment, her face blanketed with concern before she speaks, her voice soft and weary.

‘You’re afraid...’ she whispers quietly, ‘aren’t you?’

He turns away from her, wrapping one arm around his knees as he brings them closer to his chest. He doesn’t respond for a while yet, as Amy opens her mouth to apologise, he meets her gaze, responding to her question with a subtle nod.

He was afraid.

She frowns, her fingers tracing gentle patterns on his bare skin. ‘Why?’ she presses forward, one hand resting at the nape of his neck, ‘you’ve fought vampires in the past you...’ she hesitates for a moment, ‘you defeated Vega - ’

‘I know...’

‘Then what is it?’ she retorts hastily, ‘why are you so afraid?’

He sighs, turning his head slightly towards her as he speaks, his eyes fixated on her other hand as it curls itself gently around his wrist. ‘My maker he...’ he gulps, trying desperately to clear his throat,‘he isn’t like any other vampire; he was one of the first of my kind and his power it...’ he exhales sharply, ‘it was like no other I have ever seen.’

‘I don’t follow...’

‘He was dangerous, Amy,’ he meets her gaze, turning her hand over in his. He looks at it for a moment, his fingertips skimming her palm before turning his attention back to her.

It was then that she felt a sharp pain.

‘Adrian...’

‘He was never one for emotions or kindness; he manipulated us, exploiting our weaknesses so that we would be a means to an end.’

His voice deepened, and Amy was able to sense that something wasn’t quite right with him. With every word that he spoke, the pain became more severe.

‘Adrian?’

‘He was ruthless and sadistic; he didn’t care for anyone or anything besides himself and his pathetic little kingdom!’

The voice that was once gentle and soft had changed, replaced with a stern, violent tone. She meets his gaze, her sad eyes widening as she realises the severity of the situation; his expression darkened as he stared at her, his nostrils flaring as his brown eyes fade into crimson.

‘Adrian!’

‘What!’

‘You’re...’ she gasps, her eyes glistening in the light as a tear fell down onto her cheek, ‘you’re hurting my arm...’

His hand had tightened around her wrist, his fingers leaving purple marks across her fair skin. Within seconds, he has released her from his grasp, his once terrifying demeanor replaced with a look of horror as his eyes bore into hers.

‘Amy I...’ he glances back down at her arm, the purplish skin fading back to its usual colour, his voice fearful and panicky, ‘I’m so sorry I...I never meant to hurt you I...’

Her breathing is ragged as she tries to soothe herself, a couple of fresh tears staining her cheeks. He reaches towards her, cupping her face in his hands as he presses his forehead against hers, his voice soft and gentle as he whispers to her.

‘I am so, so sorry I...I don’t know what came over me.’

He wipes at her tears with his thumbs, his hands trembling as he runs his fingers through her golden hair. As his palms reach the base of her neck, she flinches. He watches her wearily, his eyes widening in shock as he realises how much this has affected her.

‘I...are you...are you alright? Amy, are you...?’

She presses her palms to her temples, her fingers becoming entangled in her hair, ‘I’m okay,’ her breathing is a lot calmer, though Adrian is still able to sense a hint of fear in her hushed voice, ‘I’m okay Adrian, honestly...’

He leans into her, his arms constricting around her body as he presses a panicked kiss to her forehead, his hands skimming over her shoulders as she nestles her face into his chest, her salty tears trickling onto his bare skin, ‘you know that I wouldn’t...’

He closes his eyes for a moment, inhaling sharply as he tries to rein in his anger. It isn’t long before he removes himself from around her, reaching over to collect a white t-shirt from his dresser.

‘What are you doing?’

‘I need some air,’ he pauses, peering over his shoulder at her as he retrieves his shoes, ‘please don’t wait up for me.’

‘Where are you going?’

‘It doesn’t matter, I just can’t stay here a moment longer...’

‘Adrian you... you don’t have to leave -‘

‘Don’t I!?’ He turns to face her, pulling his t-shirt over his head. He irons out the creases with his fingers as it falls over his torso, ‘I hurt you, Amy; I can’t stay here whilst I pose a threat to your safety.’

‘Adrian...’ she edges towards him, swinging her legs over the side of the bed, ‘just think about this, please!’

‘I have thought about it! You saw how bad I got I... I wasn’t myself and every second I spend with you I am putting you in more danger.’

‘No you’re not I -’

‘Stop,’ he holds up his hand, as if he is pleading for her to remain quiet, ‘I can’t do this right now I...’ he meets her gaze, wiping at his eyes as he tries so desperately to stop the tears that threaten to fall.

‘I can’t.’

Adrian makes his way towards the door, throwing his jacket over his shoulder as he opens it. He remains there for a moment, his face lowered, before he lifts his gaze to meet hers once more.

‘Don’t follow me.’

‘What?’

A brief silence encompasses the room as they look at one another, though it isn’t long before it is broken.

‘I said don’t follow me.’

‘No!’ She bolts upright, trailing behind him as he leaves the room and exits the apartment, ‘Adrian!’

However, before she is able to follow him into the elevator, the doors close before her, leaving her alone in the corridor.

Amy remains in the corridor for a moment before she returns to the penthouse; within seconds, she takes a seat on the couch, her mind racing with the remnants of her thoughts.

What the hell just happened?

She cups her head in her hands, trying desperately to recall if there is anything that he said that could give away his location, but there is nothing. She removes her phone from the inside of her pyjama pocket, pressing it against her forehead before typing a new message, hastily hitting the send button.

Her hand clasps around her mouth, her frail fingers pressing on her lips as she holds back a sob, her body trembling as she tries her hardest to prevent herself from breaking down. She focuses on her breathing for a while, closing her eyes as she tries to regain her composure, her phone pressed against her forehead once more. After some time, she opens her eyes, lowering her phone to her chest. She turns it over in her hand for a while before she begins to dial a number, lifting the device to meet her ear.

It rings for a moment, but it isn’t long before a woman answers, her voice riddled with weariness as she begins to question the mortal.

‘Amy?’

It’s Kamilah.

‘Kamilah...’ she clears her throat, ‘are you still at your office?’

‘No I went back to my apartment, is everything alright?’

‘Urm...not exactly, no.’

Kamilah sighs, and Amy can sense the concern in her voice as she responds.

‘What happened?’

‘I don’t really know how to explain it but there’s...’ Amy hesitates for a moment, her lips parting to release a breath that she felt like she had been holding forever.

‘I think there’s something wrong with Adrian.’

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