#i was scrolling past and accidentally tapped red water?

[tozettastone]

Soup fic

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"Hello Shop Girl-san!" called a voice from the counter above. Fingers rapped on the wood over her head.

Monica emerged, red-eyed from the dust under the bench, with a stack of supplier invoices and receipts of payment in hand. She could feel that the bandana she used to keep her hair covered and in line was lopsided on her head.

She used to get things done on a computer: a sleek little tablet that could fit inside an envelope. There was a point of sale system she connected via a single USB-c cable.

The elemental nations did not have point of sale systems or cute little tablets. They barely had books—the people here loved their scrolls, for some reason.

Her customer was a tall, dark-haired fellow in an orange mask that obscured his face and clashed magnificently with the red clouds on his clothes.

"Hi there," she said brightly.

Monica thought he had serious major character vibes, and hoped that somewhere in this stack of receipts was the one from having paid her shop's insurance. The ninja clause was paper thin, but it was in there.

"Ne, sister, is it really okay to be taking a nap down there during business hours?" her customer wondered. He had an incredibly exaggerated voice and a childish way of speaking. Major-major character vibes.

"Ah, sorry, I didn't hear you come in," she said. The change of light from the dimness under the register to the bright sunlight through the shop windows struck Monica, then. She tried very hard not to sneeze. "I was looking for pape—um, paperwork..."

No, she was losing that battle. She held up one finger "Scu—scuse me..." And then she turned her head away to unleash an almighty sneeze into her arm. "I didn't hear you come in," she said, again. "You ninja are all so quiet."

Ninja were the only people on the planet who would intentionally bypass the bell over her door and then get mad that she didn't magically notice their presence when they actually wanted her. (A lot of things were different when you accidentally switched planets into a cartoon. But customer service was pretty identical... unfortunately.)

The mask, and its rim of dark hair, tilted.

"Is that so...?" He tapped the chin of the mask like he was giving it really serious consideration.

Monica bowed a little. Couldn't hurt. The people here loved their bowing, too, but they were much better at judging how deep and for how long to bow than she was. "What can I help you with, Shinobi-san?"

He thumped his hand into his palm like a little hammer. "I'm looking for your super extra mega special supreme lunch soup!"

"Eh?" Monica blinked. "My what?"

"Your super extra mega special supreme lunch s—"

"Ah, yes, yes, I heard you... But I don't sell anything called that. It's just what you see here, Shinobi-san." She gestured to her display case, which was where she kept the home cooked food.

There were some things in there that were "different," by local standards. Sweets here trended in the direction of fruit or coffee jellies, mochi, things with soft rice flour and red bean pastes or sweet buns. Sometimes they had fancy light cheese cakes, or very occasionally, chocolates. Some of those things were available on the shelves, like the sugar crusted melon bread in its individual plastic wrappers, but Monica had not the first idea how to make them.

She watched the ninja as he made a grand show of bending over and examining the case. Today the dishes she was offering were only two: a savoury meat pie, which was made with a hot water crust pastry, slow cooked beef, root vegetables and mushrooms, and a sweet dessert she made with paper-thin layered pastry, walnuts smashed to a paste, and honey. She'd labelled them "savoury meat pie," and "sweet pastry (contains nuts)" so it wasn't going to take the ninja more than two seconds to recognise that neither was "super extra mega special supreme lunch soup."

He took about a minute, peering at one and whirling to bend over and examine the other, cloak fluttering.

Monica had seen that cloak before, on several people. Some of them gave her major character vibes, but some were utterly unremarkable. That big guy with the pencil moustache? She'd seen him once and he'd looked barely filled in: mid-tone skin, a red nose, colourless grey hair...

That was the other thing about living in an animated world. Most people had bland clothes and indistinct designs, and most of them were pretty uniform. There was none of the natural variation of the real world: everyone was of the same builds, the same hair styles in the same brown hair, the same clothing. Except major characters. Major characters were distinct. They all had something: weird clothes, brightly coloured hair or eyes—or even a silhouette that was totally unique. Something that would stand out on the page or the screen.

Which brought Monica back to this ninja. The cloak was one she'd seen before, but they mask and the fluffy dark hair were both crisp and decided. He stuck out.

In her old life, Monica had never really thought she was missing out when she'd given up on a long anime. But... she wished she'd watched more, now that she lived in it.

"These aren't soup!" he decided eventually. It took some time.

"I know," said Monica patiently. She didn't think she'd ever sold a soup—she made soups out of leftover vegetables and misshapen roots from the garden. They weren't pretty enough to sell to paying customers. She'd occasionally given a beggar or an orphan a cup for free, or any particularly unfortunate looking person who wandered into her store, but she didn't see how this man could have ended up with one of those. Whatever organisation employed ninja in those big cloaks, she doubted they were strapped for cash.

...she didn't have any right now anyway.

"Do you want me to put the pie filling in a cup? That's kind of a stew." A very thick stew.

He turned to look at her very, very intently. Then he stuck his butt out and began wiggling like a happy puppy. For... Some reason. "That would be so kind of you, sister."

She left him exclaiming over shelf-stable mochi while she went into her back room. It was also her kitchen. There was a tiny bedroom above it, so the heat from her cooking rose and kept it tolerably warm all autumn. Monica had lived in worse places. Especially here.

In the kitchen she thinned a serve of pie filling—which had to stew before she could bake it into a case anyway—with extra vegetable broth, stirred it up and decanted it into a broad paper cup.

Whatever Mr Major Character Vibes had come for, he left with his cup of soup, looking extremely pleased with himself—in as much as someone whose entire face was mask could be pleased.

Monica was just relieved that she'd gotten him out of her shop. She went back to trying to find her butcher's receipt for last month, interrupted only by other sales to much more mundane people—two small, gap-toothed children sent on an errand to buy beer and dried fish, an elderly lady who needed bleach, a burly guy who came looking for a pot in which to cook rice and pretended he was so incompetent about cooking that he couldn't figure out which to pick.

She finally found the receipt at about three, which was when a harried grandmother herded five children into her shop and asked for pies and sweets for all of them.

"I like your hair, sister," said the smallest girl when Monica handed her a folded cardboard box full of pie.

"Thanks," said Monica. She raised her hands to her head and realised her hair was escaping her bandana. "Oops. I'd better fix that, huh?"

The girl smiled at her through a mouthful of meat and gravy.

Once she saw the grandmother and her kids out Monica tucked her hair away again. It was a strange irony that, while in her regular life, she'd never even thought to dye her hair from its natural dark brown, now that she too was animated, her hair had turned out to be a mass of thick, dark red curls.

And yeah. Monica knew what that meant.

[nightkarmaqueen]

One Promised Dance

----- One Promised Dance || Nokto Klein, M. Adam Kain (OC), & Millie Candraningsih (OC)

Summary : She abandoned her royal name in order to relieve the pain she could not bear. But somehow, she couldn't forget that one promise she made in the past. She just wants to fulfill that promise and hope that all the truth will come out.

WC : 3.196 Words (longer than I sipposed to write).

Warning : Grammar errors, using form of Original Character, death, smoking, mention of cult, mischaracterization, mismatch lore, platonic but somehow more (I will leave that to your imagination), Srimpi Anglir Mendhung Dance reference, Wedang Uwuh reference, just Adam being a caring orlder brother for Millie, Millie calling Adam “Mas’, and others.

A/N : I'm trying to finish this work today, but my assignment for tomorrow is kinda annoying. Yes, I'm writing this after @batteryrose told me to scroll the his oc’s room so I make a bit scenario, longer than I thought, and this is for you too @ndoandou ENJOYYYY!

     "What’s wrong? You haven't touched your tea," the Marquis of Cainhorus said before taking off his cigarette and sipping his tea.

     The atmosphere that afternoon was so nice. It’s perfect for a picnic or just a little relaxing time outside. But on the other hand, this good atmosphere didn't affect the Belle of Rhodolite’s mood on this one.

     Millie Candraningsih smoked her pipe and leaned lazily on the sofa in the Rose Garden of the palace. She seems like she has no purpose in life.

     "I believe I had the maid prepare only jasmine tea for you. Are you sick perhaps?" Nokto asked with a chuckle.

     "I don't know," Millie mumbled. "I need some distraction."

     Nokto smirked mischievously. "Oh, do you now?"

     "Shut yer trap!"

     "Your accent is leaking out." Adam reminded the young woman because she accidentally mixing up her father's native accent.

     Nokto laughed again, amused by Millie's reaction. "Alright, that means you're not sick." It was natural for Millie to unconsciously put out her trademark accent when she was angry or swearing.

     "By the way, if I'm not mistaken, the supply of spices from the neighbor continent has arrived. I heard from my elder sister you asked her for the recipe of that drink. I kind of miss that drink." Adam gave Millie who wants a distraction an idea.

     Millie looked at Adam with an are-you-sure look. "I did ask your sister for the recipe. But are you sure you want to drink it now? It's still so warm out here now."

     "You asked for distraction, then I gave you an idea. If you're going to make it just to distract yourself, you should make it three so you can make it longer."

     Millie sighed. "Fine, but don't blame me if you get an overheat," Millie said, tapping the ashes of tobacco she was burning in her pipe to the ashtray. She stood up and announced herself to the Seventh Prince. "I'm borrowing the kitchen."

     "Go on, it's yours." Nokto sang. However, he immediately turned to Adam. "What drink are you guys talking about?"

     Before Adam answered, Nokto noticed an little smile from Adam. "You'll see," Adam said, making Nokto wonder what made the Marquis smile like that. Nokto didn't want to guess, but he knew Adam was up to something.

     After long enough for Adam to finish a few rolls of cigarettes, Millie returned with a tray in her hand. On the tray, there are three cups filled with red-colored water.

     "I miss this smell," Adam commented. And Nokto continued Adam's comment. "I can smell the spicy and sweet aroma from a distance."

     "Are you enjoying your time?" Adam asked as soon as Millie put the tray down. Adam lifted one of the cups. Meanwhile, Millie took a seat beside Nokto.

     The aroma of spices washed over Adam and Millie's nose. The sweet scent of the roses around them was even replaced by that scent.

     Nokto stared at the drink in amusement. "What is this?"

     Millie smiled proudly. "In our place, we called this drink as 'Junk Drink'."

     "'Junk'?" Nokto asked. "How can a drink with a beautiful color as this have such a name?"

     Nokto raised his cup. But somehow, Adam and Millie seemed to be holding their breath, as if they were waiting for something. Thei beautiful eyes looked at Nokto intently. Meanwhile, Nokto took a slow sip of the hot drink. Until, "COUGH!"

     “PFFTT!!!” Adam and Millie suddenly wheezed while Nokto struggling with the sharp pain in his throat

     The spiciness of the drink washed and pierced Nokto's throat. The heat wasn't much the problem, but if Nokto could swallow the drink slowly, none of this would have happened.

     Adam tried ro control himself and gather his composure. He cleared his throat as he held out his handkerchief to Nokto. “I deeply apologize, Your Highness. Are you okay?” Adam asked, pouring some water for the prince.

     Meanwhile, Millie couldn't seem to stop laughing. This made Nokto who finally managed to stop coughing look at Millie with a bit of horror.

     "Millie, you'll spill the wedang!" Adam reminded, making Millie try her hard to stop her laughter. "I'm sorry, really!" Despite saying that, Millie was still laughing.

     "Oh dear, you really enjoy seeing me suffer," Nokto said as if he was a victim.

     "I said, I'm sorry!" Millie protested.

     “Earlier, you were waiting for this, I assume?” Nokto asked Adam.

     Adam could have admitted it. As soon as Millie rushed to the palace kitchen, Adam immediately thought about how Nokto would react when he drank the wedang.

     Before answering, the Marquis took a sip from his glass. “You said you smell something spicy and sweet, Your Highness. I thought you already knew what Lady Millie was going to bring for us,” Adam said, trying to be very polite after his little prank.

     “You never said it was herbal tea!” Nokto protested once again before he let out a sigh. "Oh, poor me."

     The sound of the wind moving the trees made the two men realize that Millie had stopped laughing. It’s so quiet, said the three of them inside their heart. Neither of them dared to break the silence. They let the wind mix the scents of roses, tobacco, and spices together.

    Despite having followed the marquis's idea, Millie somehow looked down again. Her expression was the complete opposite of the atmosphere that day. "By the way, Mas. Did you bring what I asked for?” Millie asked the marquis.

     Adam took another sip of his drink then sighed. From the start, the marquis knew what was wrong with Millie and what kind of problem she have. Adam reached into the inside of pocket and pulled something out of it. The marquis pushed the item wrapped in the dark blue cloth to Millie. “I'm having a bit of trouble finding this item around here. Luckily, one of the elders of Yashp has what you're looking for.”

     Like an extremely valuable item, Millie hugged it tightly against her chest. "Thank you, thank you so much," she whispered. The emerald eyes that were usually very sharp now looked a little dull and empty. Sadness was painted in those eyes.

     However, Millie realized she couldn't burden the two men in front of her. She couldn't make the people around her worry. “Nokto, Mas, I will excuse myself. Please, enjoy the rest of the afternoon without me.” And Millie left the two of them.

     Of course, that sounded wrong to Nokto's ears. For him, it wasn't the Millie Candraningsih he knew. It wasn't the cold, sharp, slightly rude Millie just now. All Nokto saw in that woman's emerald eyes was sadness. Just like what was painted in his eyes about fifteen years ago.

     “What’s that item you gave her again?” Nokto asked.

     Adam answered flatly. "It's a frankincense perfume."

     "Why would she need such a perfume?"

     After the marquis smoked his cigarrete, Adam leaned back and looked up at the clear, cloudless sky above him. “Because she has to make an offering to the Monarch of the South Sea.”

∘◦ ✂ ————–✂ ◦∘

     The full moon hangs high among the stars, signaling a late and dark night. Its silver color burst through the windows of the Rhodolite Royal Palace dance hall. A cold wind blew, piercing through her skin. Unfortunately, the cold didn't bother Millie Candraningsih at all.

     Under that majestic moonlight, her threadlike hair could lookd so beautiful. The beauty in her pair of jewel eyes can match the beauty of the full moon. The softness of her shawl managed to complete the beauty of the impermanent night.

     Millie held up the perfume bottle that Adam had given her at noon. She sprayed the perfume all over her body. The distinctive aroma of frankincense pierced her nostrils.

     A golden anklet was already wrapped around her ankle. Millie pulled her shawl down and tie it around her waist. Behind the shawl, Millie hides a short sword left by her late father.

     Millie should have pulled a folding fan under her shawl. However, if with her present fate she could test the Monarch of the South Sea, then she would. She will do anything to avenge the pain she and her late mother felt. As a symbol of war, Millie chose the sword for that reason.

     Millie corrected her stance to start the dance she was about to do. There was no music accompanying her, but her lips seemed to be reciting a spell very fluently. Every word in her prayer she whispered without mistake. Imagination brought a melody of gentle drumming to her mind.

     Every step she took, every wave of the shawl she played with, everything Millie did was so graceful. Her usual stern and sharp expression softened a little in the beautiful dance. The sound of the anklet that she used added a mystical impression of its own in the middle of the hall which was quite dark.

     "Ningsih, I heard from your mother that you are taking a dancing lesson."

     Ah, a memory she didn't want to remember suddenly invaded her mind. Millie bit her lower lip, trying to hold on, remembering the dance has just begun.

     "Father can only see it on my debutante later!"

     “My, it's still a very long time. But that's okay, I can't wait to see it. Promise you'll show me the dance one day?"

     "Yes! I promise you, Father!"

     "Damn it!" Millie cursed silently in the middle of her prayer. Her eyes started to feel hot from holding back tears. "The dance I practiced so hard for you, Father, now I use it as an offering for a Rite of Parting," Millie continued to herself.

     Getting closer to the climax of the dance, Millie drew the short sword she had previously hidden under her shawl. Cold sweat dripped down her body, but Millie continued to dance flawlessly. Millie could easily swing the sword.

     “Now, I don't show this dance in front of my grandfather or any other royal family. I don't show this dance to celebrate my debutante or to show it to my father." Millie suddenly smiled, feeling sorry for herself. “I abandoned my royal name long time ago. So it's been this long since that day?”

     Millie immediately closed her eyes, unable to imagine the horrible and painful scene that had involved her in the past.

    The dance she danced was very slow and smooth. It was impossible for Millie to feel exhausted from the dance. But somehow, her chest felt so tight and cold sweat wouldn't stop wetting her body.

     “Hear me out, Monarch of the South Sea.” Millie whispered her last prayer in the dance. "Lead me to the truth, give me a clue to know what kind of sin my father has committed that he has to pay for it with his own life? But if all of this is the work of irresponsible people, punish them for my sake! Drown them in your vast kingdom! Truly I would not ask for anything other than peace for the souls of my late parents."

     With that, a single tear escaped and slid freely down her cheek. The woman gritted her teeth, trying hard not to sob.

     Meanwhile, outside the dance hall, Adam leaned against the door smoking his cigarette. The hall was already dark and most of the palace occupants were already asleep. But somehow, his heart wasn't at ease if he had to leave Millie alone. Moreover, after a few days ago Millie asked him for help to find frankincense perfume.

     “Look who's here~” Adam turned to see the Seventh Prince of Rhodolite walking towards him. "What are you doing this late?" he asked. Adam didn't answer. He simply pointed into the hall with his eyes, making Nokto take a peek. “Is she… dancing?”

     “Cloud-Like Dream Dance,” Adam said, responding to the look of confusion on his best friend's face. "It's supposed to be a court dance from her father's homeland where it can only be danced in front of the king or other noble families, but she dances to this as part of the Rite of Parting."

     Nokto felt an unusual chill. He was sure it wasn't because of the night wind that blew. The million times he had been out at night, he had never felt this kind of cold. The Seventh Prince of Rhodolite could only swallow his saliva roughly.

     Adam felt it too. He had been aware of that air ever since Millie had started her ritual. Well it’s Cloud-Like Dream Dance. This dance becomes very sacred not without reason. "They say this dance has a magical aspect," Adam said suddenly, making Nokto look at him.

     "You believe in such a thing?" Nokto knew for sure that Adam strongly adhered to the belief in monotheism. Being friends with Adam for a long time made Nokto know what kind of belief his best friend followed. And believing in magic is not part of Adam's belief.

     “No, I don't believe in something like that. Although, some of the elders in my mother's tribe still believe in this kind of thing,” Adam explained. “But, you know that passed down beliefs like this are very hard to lose and ignore. The same goes for her and her family.”

     Nokto suddenly chuckled. "So this is the reason for her strange behavior this afternoon." The prince turned his blood-colored eyes to the marquis. “Also, why are you here again? Waiting for her or something?”

     Adam was silent for a moment, compiling a sentence to answer his friend's question. “When I talk about something sacred and magical, I'm not really talking about myth. I'm talking about legends that have been passed down from generation to generation which means that the first person to spread the legend could actually see it occured.”

     Realizing that his cigarette was getting neglected, Adam played with it. “The Monarch of the South Sea is a very well known legend in that land. Many witnesses have proven the truth about this legend.”

     "You remember the frankincense perfume I gave him this afternoon?" Adam asked Nokto. Those who were asked just nodded. “People are making various offerings to the monarch because they want something from Her.”

     Adam's dark-colored eyes looked at Millie who was still doing her ritual procession over his shoulder. She looks so calm, the marquis thought. “Same as her, she wanted something from the Monarch of the South Sea, so she made herself an offering. Before they get what they want, they have to be in the Monarch's favor first."

     "That's what you're worried about?" asked Nokto.

     “It will be a huge trouble if she manages to gain the Monarch of the South Sea’s favor and being possessed. That would be troublesome,” Adam said flatly.

     But The Seventh Prince of Rhodolite knew Adam's worries were genuine. Adam really treats Millie as his little sister. It made Nokto smile in amusement.

     “I'm just glad she just offered herself and didn't have anything else to offer.” Adam sighed. “Imagine if she actually brought a cup of black coffee, seven kinds of flowers, or a boar’s head, I'm sure her bond with the monarch could be even stronger.”

     Meanwhile, Nokto just stood there. Confusion and horror painted on his face. "What ... head again?" Knowing his question would lead to a lengthy explanation, Nokto sighed. "She's very all-in with this oh-so sacred dance."

     "Well what can we do?" Adam asked as he smoke his cigarette. "Today is her father's death anniversary."

     CLANK! Right after Adam said that, the sound of metal hitting the marble floor was clearly heard, echoing throughout the hall. Adam and Nokto turned their eyes behind the hall door, finding Millie who had fallen down on the floor. Her shoulders heaved up and down, trying to control her breathing. Millie felt she was being strangled.

     Adam smoke his cigarette one last time and dropped it on the floor. He stepped on it, extinguishing the cigarette. The marquis stepped into the dark hall. "Millie, that's enough," he said firmly yet softly. “It would be troublesome if you were really possessed by the monarch.”

     Frankincense, Adam thought. Right, the scent he could smell from Millie's body was very strong. He even thought that Millie had used all of the frankincense perfume he had given her this afternoon.

     The young marquis helped Millie to her feet. The woman seemed to be staggering, her body was shaking from the cold, and her emerald eyes were empty as if there was no life. "I-I'm sorry..." she whispered almost inaudibly.

     “Don't be, especially when you're like this.” Adam removed the shawl that was tying Millie's waist and draped it over her shoulders.

     After seeing Millie's condition, Nokto immediately entered the hall and approached the two. “Oh dear, check you out! You're freezing!” Nokto tightly gripped Millie's hands which were already icy cold. "Should I warm you up?"

     “Dear God, I ask for Your forgiveness,” Adam sighed, getting tired of Nokto's antics. “No, Your Highness, you can not! Please don't joke around when someone’s like this!”

     Getting the response he wanted, Nokto laughed softly. "Oh dear. Calm yourself down, Kain." The Seventh Prince turned to the half-Jade woman. "Millie, dear, are you feeling okay?" It's not a question with a bad purpose. Instead, his crimson eyes showed genuine tenderness and concern. It’s so different from the look Nokto used to give other women.

     Millie could only nod. “I'm just… a bit tired.”

     Nokto nodded. “I'll ask some maid to prepare a warm bath and a warm cup of jasmine tea for you. Don't push yourself too hard when there is a storm in your mind."

     Millie whispered her thanks. After bathing and finishing her tea, Nokto accompanied Millie until she fell asleep. After making sure Millie was sleeping well enough, Nokto left her.

     “I have to immediately get back to Cainhorus,” Adam said as soon as Nokto closed Millie's door.

     "Oh? Looks like I'll be very lonely tonight. Young Marquis Kain just left me.” Nokto was being a total drama queen again.

     Adam could only sigh. "I don't care what you kind of strange thing you think about anymore, Your Highness."

     "It's the middle of the night, why did you have to go back so soon?"

     "My aide just sent a telegram and I think there's a little more trouble at the border."

     Nokto sighed. “Cainhorus is the hardest working march in Rhodolite, I give that to you. Why the House of Michel doesn't have to work this hard”

     “Are you seriously comparing the House of Kain to such a proud and noble family as the House of Michel? Your Highness, you know the difference is like heaven and earth!"

     A sly smirk painted on the prince lips. "Well, it can't be helped. Until the next time we meet, Marquis.”

     Adam rolled his eyes, feeling annoyed. "Oh God. We could meet again tomorrow. I'll excuse myself."

     But before Adam completely walked away from Nokto, he looked at the prince over his shoulder. “Ah, Your Highness, one more thing. If you're really lonely tonight, I'll make it up later.”

     Nokto chuckled in amusement. "Don't make me wait too long, then."

Have a nice day/night! See you at the nexy works~

[yungbud]

Hi my love! When you have time could you write an fluffy & smutty imagine where the reader gets insecure & worries or compares themselves to Ashley? (Halsey) & Dom finds out & shows the reader how much they mean to him & how much he loves them daddy kink in there with the smut please & a lot of praise & saying "I'll take care of you pretty girl" 🥺

Word count:4.1k

TW?: mostly angst and fluff, but mentions of daddy kink and adult themes obviously its smut.

A/n: anything for you my lil nugget 🥺 Smut is at the bottom you horny cunts. I hope it was everything you wanted and more <33

*rewrite

You knew better. Unfortunately, you were self destructive and couldn't help yourself. It was 3AM and Dom was fast asleep beside you, and had been for hours. You, however, had chosen to watch a video before bed. It was titled “Yungblud being cute for 6 minutes straight.”, but of course one video turned to five or six more, until eventually you came along another video. This one was called “Halsey and yungblud cute moments.” and the cover photo was of them in onesies, one of Dom's arms wrapped around her and the other holding the camera. You could feel the pit begin to grow in your stomach. Glancing over at Dom to check he was still asleep, you pressed play on the video, flipping over so you were facing him, so that if he did wake up he wouldn’t see what was on the screen.

It was ridiculous, honestly. How could you be jealous of her when you were the one laying right next to him. It broke your heart the way he looked at her, you couldn’t help but wonder... is that how he looks at you? Why would he? She’s so beautiful, look at jawline, look at those eyes and her voice. Oh god... her voice, she's a musician. You loved music, but you had never been musically inclined and at best you could go hard on the triangle. But her, she understood it all, down to the tour life. When he was overwhelmed with work or couldn’t find a melody, she could help, when he didn’t know how to deal with all the attention, she could help. She was like the perfect mentor/ girlfriend combo. She connected with him in ways you would never be able to. She got it.

Your finger hovered over part 2 of the video, a moment of hesitation before pressing it. You tapped twice more to skip past the person's intro, wasting no time in getting to the painful stuff. 

One of the first clips was Halsey talking about the night they met. You knew it was unhealthy, but you couldn’t look away. She described it so beautifully, taking a moment to mention that of course she would because she's a writer and that's how she saw the world, her world was so beautiful. Dom deserved to live in her world. 

She went on to say that they had met up in a bar to chat, to which you remembered why. It wasn’t a coincidence, Dom liked her music. He looked up to her. Just another way you could never be who he needed. 

You couldn’t help it. He’d made the trade down of the century and everyone knew it. You paused the video momentarily, subduing the verbal attack on your ears and laying your phone down on your chest. Heavy breaths slid past your lips as you tried to calm yourself from a full blown breakdown.

 You glanced once more over at Dom, ensuring he was asleep before letting a single tear slip down your face. You used the blanket to wipe it away, basking in the shitty feeling you had created for yourself. You decided that was enough of that, shutting off your phone and plugging it up for the night. After laying there silently for a moment you scooted a bit away from Dom. 

You didn’t really feel like being held by him tonight.

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The first thought in your head the next morning was of the events of last night, the same shitty feeling digging itself into the pit of your stomach.

“Fuck.” You sighed

“Sorry, I was borrowing one of Dom’s shirts. I didn’t mean to wake you.”  You turned your head to acknowledge the presence in the room. It was Tom, bent over and digging through a pile of Dom’s clothes.

“All good.” You murmured, flipping onto your stomach and burying your face in the pillow. It smelled like Dom.

Soon after you heard the door shut behind Tom as he left, your head lifting from the pillow. You didn’t know what to do, you didn’t really feel like being around Dom today. You couldn’t get past the feeling that he was ultimately worse off with you, that he had settled for less.

You hated the way you felt, your face drooping back into the pillow in an attempt to hide and ended up dozing off, the late night pity marathon catching up with you.

About an hour later you were awoken to Dom’s lips on your forehead. Your eyes met momentarily as you blinked the sleep out of them, reaching upwards in a stretch.

“ ‘ello sleepy head.” Dom says, planting another kiss, this time to your nose. You roll over, replanting your face in the pillow once again, “Are you going back to sleep?” He asks

“Tired.” You mumble back, voice muffled by the pillow.

“It’s 1pm.” no response “How late did you stay up last night?” He asks, laying his head on the pillow next to yours. You shrugged.

“Are you feeling alright, love?” You shifted your head so that you were looking at him, cheek still pressed softly against your pillow “Are you feeling a bit sick? Is it cramps? I can make you a cup of tea and get you some pain killers.” He continued, offering to help you in any way he could. He just wanted to know what was wrong with you, so he could help you. He hated the idea of you up in bed all alone feeling ill. He considered skipping the studio today, he was already cutting it close on time.

“No, I feel fine. Just need a nap. I must’ve stayed up later than I realized, s’all.” You knew you needed to tell him. Every silent moment was filled with you trying to convince yourself to just say something to him. Just talk about it. Just let him in.

“Okay, if you’re sure. I’ll be out of the house at the studio, but Tom and Adam are here if you need them. I’ll tell them to be quiet so you can get some rest.” You smiled in response, your eyes closing as he rubbed his thumb lovingly against your cheek “Hey, I love you.” he says, your eyes opening as you mumbled back an I love you of your own, your lips meeting in a chaste kiss before he stood back up and slipped out the door.

As much as you would’ve loved to, you didn’t sleep at all after he left. Tom and Adam had made good on their promise to stay quiet, but it didn’t make much of a difference when that little voice in your head wouldn’t shut up. You opted for distracting yourself with your phone, scrolling through instagram and hoping the memes would brighten your mood. For the most part they did, acting as a simple distraction. 

Once you felt a bit better, you decided part of the reason you felt so bad today and last night was partially due to the fact that you hadn’t had anything to eat. You went to the kitchen to prepare yourself lunch, hearing Tom and Adam talking quietly in the other room.

While you were preparing your food you accidentally bumped into a stack of dirty dishes that had built up in the kitchen. You didn’t see what happened and when you turned to check nothing looked broken, but it was loud.

“Y/n?” Tom asks, tilting his head to get a better look into the kitchen.

“Hm?” You respond after a few moments of quiet deliberation. You weren’t exactly ready to be observed as awake, but you didn’t have any other choice, besides blaming it on an intruder who broke in with the intent of stealing the beloved orange tree outside, but when they arrived in the kitchen and were met with such a disgraceful mess decided they had no choice but to clean up after us. Of course, that might have stirred up a bit of a panic. They loved that orange tree, after all.

“Oh you’re finally up. Are you feeling alright? Dom said he thought you maybe came down with something.” Adam says

“I’m alright, thanks for asking. I’m just making myself lunch.”

“Come sit with us while you eat. We’re playing uno.” Tom invites. When you’re done making yourself food, you decide maybe it would be best to join them. It’s not good for your mental health to be stuffed up in your room pitying yourself all day.

You sat with your food in front of you, watching silently as they played.

“You wanna be dealt in the next round? It’s more fun with three players.” Tom offers, you give him a nod in response as your mouth is full of food. As you nod, Adam plays a red six, which ultimately leads to his demise as Tom then plays three red draw 2’s, stopping Adams hand as he goes to pick up and continuing to lay a red skip, then a yellow one, changes the color back to red and ends on his own red 3. You all laughed as Adam was absolutely massacred, almost choking on your lunch.

“There ain’t no coming back from that. Just tap out man.” You say through your laughter, reaching over to place a comforting hand on Adam. You all had small conversation as you finished your lunch, but soon you were done and the cards were passed out.

After a game or two, the round was paused as Adam stood up to get himself a glass of water, Tom and you shouting out your own drink orders from your place in the living room. By the time Adam was back at the table the running conversation had died down a bit. You began to think about why you’d been in bed all day, and the fact that Dom still attributed it to a small sickness. You felt the insecurity growing inside you once again, and you finally decided to talk about it.

“Did you guys like Ashley?” You ask, as inconspicuously as you could manage.  You watch as they glance at each other, taking a sip of your drink to occupy your mouth.

“Yeah, she was cool,” Tom says, Adam nodding in confirmation “Why?”

“Just curious, I guess. Did you guys ever hang out?” You tried to play it off as casual conversation, but you got the feeling they were picking up on the fact that there was something more under the surface.

“Not really. Not without Dom, even then it was rare. Who’s turn was it?” Tom continued, feeding into your curiosity while trying to maintain the card game.

“Yours, I think.” You paused for a moment, thinking of your next question “Do you think she was better for him than I am?” Your eyes met with Tom’s as the words left your mouth. He stayed silent for a moment and you couldn’t tell what the emotion on his face was. It felt weird, confiding in your boyfriend’s friends. Usually you could tell what your friends were thinking, or have an idea about what they might say, but you didn’t know these two like that.

“Like how?” He asked, nodding towards you to silently mention it was your turn.

“I dunno, they have the same career.” they let out a small laugh at that.

“She knows how to play a guitar so she loves him more?” Adam says

“Well, no, but…” you tried to remember what you were anxious about “she gets it. She knows what it's like to be on the road all the time and not see your family, she knows about the mental toll being in the public eye has and how to deal with it, she knows how to help if he’s nervous about performing.”

“What makes you assume that?” Tom asks

“She’s been doing it so long.”

“Well, yeah, but knowing how to do that isn’t a part of the job description. It’s less about knowing how to be famous and more about knowing the person you’re with. If it was about that, most people in Dom’s life don't get it. But we get Dom, and that’s what he cares about. You get him, so you have nothing to worry about.” Tom says softly. He made a surprisingly good therapist. 

You nodded, picking up 4 cards and sorting through them in your hand.

“But that doesn't mean you get to hide in your room cause you’re insecure. Just cause we’re talking about it doesn’t mean you don’t still need to tell him.” Tom continues, his chin resting in his hand as he looks at you.

“Yeah, of course.” You agree

~~~

You could hear Dom the second he walked in the house, engaging in a small conversation with the boys before making his way up the stairs. You heard his footsteps trail down the hallway and eventually meet your bedroom door, your eyes closing as you listened to it creak open.

“Love? Are you up?” Dom whispered, shutting the door softly behind him. You remained silent, trying to regulate your breathing like that of someone who’s asleep. He sighed, which made your heart crumple a bit. You wondered if you should respond, he might’ve had a hard day, but the nerves took over and you remained silent. 

“You’re still sleeping?” He asked, partially to himself, before exiting the room once more. You could hear him talking with Tom from outside the door.

“Has Y/N been asleep all day?”

“Uh, no. She came out and ate lunch and played uno with us around 2. Is she asleep now?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

You planned on talking it out with him, and up until he walked into the house you were, but you were suddenly overcome with intense nerves and all you wanted to do was hide.  You figured you would get a good night's rest and talk it out with him in the morning, that way if it went badly he would be out for most of the day at the studio and you wouldn’t have to sit in awkward silence as you tried to sleep.

He entered the room once again, stripping himself of his clothes as he preferred to sleep half naked, before joining you in bed. You felt his arms wrap around you, pulling you into him and wrapping you both in the blankets. Flipping over to face him, you nuzzled closer into his arms.

“Y/N?” He asks again, shifting to see if you’re awake. You hum in response this time, curious as to what he might have to say.

“Are you feeling better?” He asks, his hand returning to your cheek as it was this morning. You nod, letting out a small, genuine yawn as you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck.

“How was your day?” You ask, shifting the conversation. 

“It was good. We finally got that song done, I think i’m gonna play with it a bit more tomorrow though. It’s good but I think it could be better.”

“You always think it can be better.”

“It always can.” He states simply, making you smile. You loved that about him, his pure determination and dedication to his craft. It can always be better.

“How was your day? Tom said you guys played a bit of uno, who won?”

“It was alright. Yeah, him and Adam were playing when I came down so I decided to join them. I think overall it was probably Tom though, I think he was cheating.” Dom laughed a little at the claim, brushing his fingers through your mess of a hair.

“So...” You began, needing to get a word out so you wouldn’t bail on talking about this. God, you hated confrontation. Especially when it was about something you were feeling. 

Dom hummed in response, the gentle reminder to continue breaking you out of your thoughts.

“I wasn’t sick today.”

“No?” He encouraged

“No. I was a bit tired though. But, that wasn’t the problem. I was watching youtube last night and I came across a video someone made. It was, like, a compilation of cute moments or whatever so I watched it cause it was cute. Then I watched another, and a few more, and eventually I came across a video that was called ‘Halsey and YUNGBLUD being soulmates for 3 minutes’... and I watched it.” He lets out a small, quiet snort, not entirely catching onto  the vibe of the conversation.

“Jeez, how do they come up with this shit.” He remarked lovingly

“Heh, yeah. It’s just… I watched it and I saw the way you talked about and looked at her… It just got me thinking, yenno?”

“I don’t. What’d it get you thinkin’ about, beautiful?”

“I just felt like maybe you regretted being with me. Maybe you’re still bummed that you guys broke up and you ended up with me. Like maybe you still miss her.” You admit. It’s silent for a moment as he takes it all in, you almost expect him to confirm your suspicions.

“I’m so sorry, I can’t believe I made you feel like that.” He took a moment to think carefully about his next words “I know it must be hard to hear me talk about someone else like that, you can’t really escape my past relationships because of who I am. I honestly never thought of that. I love you, okay? Not anybody else. Obviously she and I had something, but it’s completely in the past and I don’t regret a thing because it led me to you, and I love you so much. You’re my fookin soulmate, I mean it. I’m not gonna let that slip out of your head ever again.” He said, punctuating it with a passionate kiss.

You expected the kiss to end rather quickly, but it didn’t. It kept going, building in intensity as you scooted closer to one another. 

“I love you.” You whisper, breaking the kiss momentarily

“I love you so much, pretty girl” He responds, his hand coming up to hold your jaw.

“Hmm, show me.” You whisper, pulling him closer. His hand slides down your side and onto your thigh as your lips meet again, taking your bottom lip between his teeth and pulling away lightly before indulging in the kiss once again.

Dom’s hands didn’t stay in one place for long, moving about your body as you made out, pausing his actions for a moment to take your shirt off, placing a kiss to each of your breasts before moving his lips up to your neck, leaving little marks for you to find in the morning. A chill ran down your back as he bit down on your ear, his hands massaging your breasts before reaching behind you and unbuckling your bra, throwing it off to the side and shifting his attention to your nipple. Taking it into his mouth, he presses his tongue flat against it as you lie down to give him a better angle.

His tongue flicking against your nipple while his hand plays with your other nipple. He swapped between which he used his mouth on and which he used his hand, making sure to give them both equal attention,  your hands tangling themself into his hair while he did so. When he was satisfied he pulled away, causing you to let out a small whimper as you felt his lips leave you, making their way down your stomach in a series of wet, open mouthed kisses.

When he made it to your underwear he licked a single stripe, taking his his sweet, sweet time. First, kissing his way up one thigh, then back down and ghosting his lips over the area you needed him both, taking a moment to inhale your scent before kissing his way back up the other leg, and right back down. 

“Please.” You whine

“Shh, I’m gonna take care of you, pretty girl.” He hushed, pulling your panties down your legs and glancing up at you as he did so, mimicking your pout before placing a chaste kiss on your clit. You leant your head back, closing your eyes as you waited patiently for him to begin. 

He started off slowly, licking up your slit as he took his time with you. Dom loved to use his tongue anytime he could, you loved it too. When he ate you out, it wasn’t just tongue, he made sure to pay attention to your clit and use his fingers when needed but on nights like tonight, where he really wanted to drive you crazy, he made sure to use a lot of tongue.

“You taste so good, pretty girl.” He whispers, his breath fanning against you, his hands wrapped around your thighs as he lost himself in you, holding you like if he didn’t you would take his meal away. You tried your best to suppress the moans he was pulling out of you, knowing Adam and Tom were just rooms away. The way he was working you left you wishing you had come to him with this sooner. Your hips came up to meet his actions, your hand placed firmly on the back of his head, pushing him as far into you as he could go, eager to meet your release. 

“That’s it, pretty girl, ride daddy’s face. Let daddy show you how much you mean to him.” He hums, taking a moment to catch his breath. You do as you’re told, the request putting you in anything but a bratty mood. You let out a small moan as he continues his actions, your hips setting the pace.

Once again, it started off slow, until you began to work yourself up. Your hand reached down, tangling itself in his hair once again, tugging as you tried to push yourself further down, your hips speeding up while you bite your tongue to keep down the moans that clawed their way up your throat.

You could feel the pressure building up in your stomach, squeaking out to Dom that you were gonna cum before releasing on his tongue. He let you remain there for a minute, riding out your high while he massaged and kissed your thighs. When you had fully come down you move yourself off his face, making your way down to his bulge where you began to unbutton his pants. His hand quickly came down to stop you.

“Tonight’s supposed to be about you.”

“I wanna make you feel good too.” You say, giving him a small pout. He stops to think for a moment before taking off his pants pulling you over him, giving himself a few painfully slow strokes before slipping himself inside of you. Your hips rocked carefully against him, still sensitive from your last orgasm. His hands continued to massage your hips as you found your pace, finding it harder and harder to remain silent.

“You’re so beautiful, pretty girl. Daddy loves to watch you bounce on his cock.” Dom growls, his hips coming up to meet yours, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room, you give up on holding back your moans at this point as it’s already very obvious to anyone in the house what's happening upstairs. 

The bed was creaking, your skin  slapping together as he thrust into you, unable to cease the  loud moans falling past your lips. Your legs began to shake as you approached your second release. Dom pulls you close, holding you, the gentle gesture in sharp contrast with the way he’s pounding away at you.

“Please can I cum.” You whimper

“One moment,” he interrupted himself with a groan “I wanna cum with ya, love.”

You held on as best you could, melting into his grasp as he worked towards finishing himself off. Soon after he growled a barely audible “Cum.” signifying his release. You moaned against each other, Dom pulling you closer as close wasn’t close enough. He maintained his actions, riding through your orgasm with one hand in your hair and the other lovingly stroking your thigh.

“Daddy’s got you babygirl.” He whispers into your ear, hushing you as you come down from your high.

When you finally felt well enough to sit up, your muscles hurt from the strain so you and Dom decided to have a bath.

He got up to run the bath water just the way you liked it and insisted on carrying you there, because ‘You’re hurtin’ so you can’t walk.’

You didn’t mind, though, laying your head on his shoulder as he carried you princess style into the bathroom. Luckily, the boys were in their rooms with the doors closed, presumably to suppress some of the noise.

The warm watered soothed your aching as you sat with Dom behind you, his wet hands stroking your arms with his head buried in your neck while he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

After that night, you didn’t think you’d ever question your relationship with Dom again.

[lunar-jimin]

i can be temptation, you can be my sin

Pairing: Jimin x Fem!Reader

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 4.5k

Genre: smut, tiny side of angst and fluff, office!au (not the TV show), coworkers!au

Warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), dom!Jimin, sub!reader, spanking, fingering, semi-public sex, dirty talk, degradation, reader sends nudes

Summary: Between bragging about his prolific sex life and his horrific design ideas, Jimin has managed to make your work life a living hell. Then one little accident sends you hurtling towards him, and as hard as you try, you can’t seem to stop yourself. 

A/N: This is a commission for @ppersonna​ for @ficswithluv​‘s ChangesWithLuv project dedicated to raising money for BLM. I’m so sorry this fic took forever to write (I’m not sure why), but I hope that you enjoy it! A huge shout-out to my lovely beta-reader, @jinterlude​. She’s the best!

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“Jimin…” a groan tumbles out of you, “that shade of yellow is-“

“Bright and comforting?”

“-awful.”

His thick lips curve into a pout, eyes doing little to conceal his mock hurt. Exasperation runs through your body, grasping your brain in its clutches. Your entire week has been filled with Jimin’s progressively hideous design ideas for a book cover, to the point you’re beginning to wonder how he got hired at all. The piss-yellow mock-up in front of you is just another straw in the stack that is going to break your back.

“What?” he looks confused, “You said you wanted something eye-catching, and I would have to say this is pretty darn, eye-catching.”

“It’s blinding is what it is. Maybe if we toned it back a bit…” your eyes drift over the design, horror twisting in your gut.

You want to cry. A week ago, your boss had enthusiastically paired you with Jimin to design a book cover for an up and coming YA author, claiming the two of you were the best designers she had, even promising the both of you a promotion if things went well. You aren’t sure what designs Jimin had produced in the past, because what he was bringing to the table now wasn’t much better than a shitty college club poster.

Jimin didn’t make for great company either. Sure he had legs that went for miles, and a face that would outshine angels, but his mouth was filthy. If the two of you weren’t bickering over fonts and hex codes, you were stuck listening to him brag about how loud he could make a girl scream. What’s worse is that while your brain was logical enough to know that Jimin was no good for you, your body had other ideas. As a result, you often went home after a long day, frustrated in more ways than one.

With a little luck- and quite a bit of compromising- you manage to make it to five ‘o’clock without murdering anyone. You manage to talk Jimin down off the yellow in exchange for completing the pitch presentation by yourself. Presentations are time-consuming and tedious, but it’s better than being out of a job because Jimin is set on making the cover look like a neon highlighter.

A half an hour later, you're collapsing on your soft couch, ready to do absolutely nothing for the rest of the weekend. A sigh of relief carries an iota of the stress out of your body as you sink back into the welcoming cushions. You grimace as the tension in your neck became apparent, and you feel the growing ball of angst you have for Jimin tighten. You were going to send him the bill if you had to go to a chiropractor.

In an attempt to move on from your hectic week and into your relaxing weekend, you wander to the kitchen, searching for the merlot you have yet to open. The tall green bottle greets you from the counter. You find a glass and watch as the red liquid quickly fills it. You savor a long sip as you let your mind stray away from the thoughts of work and stress and into notions of self-care and relaxation.

An hour later, having eaten a frozen pizza, you find yourself soaking down into the hot bath suds. The heat begins to draw the ache out of your sore muscles. Once again, Jimin flashes through your mind, coupled with resentment. Your eyes prickle at the thought, sick and tired of Jimin living in your mind rent-free. Why is he preoccupying your brain instead of Seokjin, the cute cook you matched with on Tinder?

While you had yet to meet in person, you and Seokjin had hit off right away when he opened with the cheesiest pick-up line you’d ever heard. He worked at a five-star restaurant a few blocks from your office, but you’d never met in person. That didn’t mean that you hadn’t had a few scandalous conversations. You weren’t usually one for sexting, but Seokjin’s way with words left you little choice.

Eager to take Jimin off your mind, you grab your phone from the side of the tub, quickly opening your messages. You’re much too impatient for small talk, so in the interest of sparking some saucy dialogue, you take a few snaps of your bubble-covered nude body. You suck in a breath as you hit send, anxious for your reaction. It wasn’t the first time you had sent him a nude photo, but it didn’t make you any less nervous. Seokjin was one of the most attractive men you had ever had the privilege of laying eyes on, and it was only natural for you to question your appearance in comparison to his. He would always reassure you, though, flattering you with compliments, both sultry and sweet.

When he doesn’t respond fifteen minutes, a knot forms in your stomach. What if he didn’t like them? What if he was seeing someone else? What if he lost interest? You check your messages with hurried concern. What you find on your screen mortifies. In your haste to tease Seokjin, you had accidentally sent the photos to the last person you texted: Jimin. Worse yet, the little grey “read” sits just beneath the last picture. As you stare at the screen with abject horror, a little speech-bubble pops-up. Your stomach twists in knots, anticipating of what he might say striking you with fear.

The Office Brat: if you wanted a piece of me baby girl, all you had to do was ask 20:33

You suck in a breath when he immediately follows the text with a picture of his own. He’s shirtless, lip between his teeth as he grabs his prominent erection through grey sweatpants. You can’t help the whine that slips out of your mouth at the image. You try to ignore the heat that rushes to your core as your legs rub together. When your senses finally return to you, you drop your phone on the bath mat before sinking into the water, leaving only your face out. The photo is still seared into your brain, taunting you with his delicious abs and what turned out to be a healthy sized dick.

You immediately resolve to forget it ever happened. You spend the rest of the weekend attempting to distract yourself through a binge of every cheesy rom-com you can find on Netflix. You sent Jimin a quick text, informing him that the photos weren’t actually for him. He hadn’t responded, and you didn’t know if you should be relieved or not. It certainly didn’t aid the dread building in your stomach at the thought of having to face him again on Monday.

When you walk into the office two days later, you’re relieved to find that Jimin seemed nowhere to be found. You pray that he actually had an iota of shame and quit out of humiliation. Your hopes are crushed when not five minutes later, you notice him prancing toward your cubicle, his ever-present smirk plastered across his face. When he reaches you, he plops down in an extra desk chair, arms crossed across his chest, eyes looking you up and down. You can’t help but shiver at the knowledge that he knows precisely what you look like underneath your work clothes.

“What do you want, Jimin?” you sigh.

“Haven’t I made that obvious, baby?” He grins. “I want you.”

You roll your eyes.

“Jimin, what happened this weekend was an accident,” you give him a firm glare, “so no matter how much you claim to want me, I want nothing to do with you.:

He raises his eyebrow, eyes locked on yours, before standing and walking to you. His breath is warm on your neck as he leans over to whisper in your ear. You clench your thighs in an attempt to extinguish the heat beginning to burn in between them.

“We’ll see about that, now won’t we, baby girl?”

He pulls away with a smirk, before turning to head to his desk. Your eyes trail to his ass as he leaves, only worsening the situation in your underwear. You silently vow to yourself not to fall for his tricks. You have more self-respect than to allow yourself to be yet another notch in Park Jimin’s bedpost.

Brushing thoughts of your troublesome coworker from your mind, you turn back to your bright computer screen, determined to lose yourself in your work. Your eyes widen when you find an email from Jimin taunting you in your inbox. Heart pounding fast, you click on it, half afraid to find another nude of his (it wouldn’t be beyond him). Instead of a naked Jimin, a PDF with the details for the cover design presents itself. You’re taken aback. Not only had Jimin swapped the yellow for soft coral, but he practically redesigned the entire thing. Scrolling through, you’re embarrassed to admit that it was nearly as good, if not better, then some of your best works.

You immediately realize that this means he’s been pulling your leg for over a week. A groan escapes you, and your head falls forward, smashing into your keyboard. Of course, he was a fucking amazing graphic artist; you shouldn’t have expected anything less. Fury floods down your spine as it dawns on you that it was all a trick to get out of doing the PowerPoint. Now you were stuck making an entire presentation, just because Jimin had pretended to love piss-yellow.

It takes every ounce of your self-control not to march to his desk and strangle him. White anger flashes in front of your eyes, resentment growing to cover every waking thought in your brain. When you finally calm enough to rationalize that murder isn’t going to get you anywhere, you decide that your best course of action is to avoid him until the day of the two of you are scheduled to present to the board.

The world isn’t being kind to you today, because when you finally head to the break room for lunch, you immediately run into your new worst enemy.

“What’s got your panties in a knot now, love?”

You glare at him, not trusting yourself not to stab him with your salad fork. He smirks in response, before turning to leave. At the last second, he turns back to you.

“Have fun with that PowerPoint.”

You want to scream.

“Jimin, I swear to god, you little shit, I’m gonna-”

“You’re gonna what? Spank me?” His cheeky grin widens. “You know, baby, I’m usually a dom, but if it meant feeling your sweet pussy, I’d definitely be a sub.”

You are lucky that no one else is around to hear his words because you are mortified enough. Red creeps across your face as Jimin winks at you. When he finally leaves, you collapse back onto the counter, trying to get a grip on your surroundings. You swear to high heaven that you’ve never hated someone so much in your life, yet feel so attracted to them at the same time. As infuriated as you are with him, you are even more infuriated with your inability to control your body’s reaction to him.

Why did he have to know exactly what to say to soak your panties? Why was he so hellbent on getting you to sleep with him? Why did you ever have to be assigned to him in the first place? These questions plagued your mind as the week trickled slowly on. Your anger with Jimin was beginning to be diluted with anxiety about your upcoming presentation. No part of you looked forward to standing in front of the company board to make a potential career-changing pitch with the person you hated most in the world. Not to mention public speaking made you want to hide under a rock and never come out.

Thankfully, Jimin is kind enough to offer to do most of the talking- even if his original deal included a blow job- but it also meant you had less control if things started to go south. By the time Friday rolled around, you’re shitting yourself with fear. Jimin does his best to calm you down as you sit in hard plastic chairs outside the boardroom, waiting to be called in.

“Look, we’ll do fine. You made an amazing presentation, and I’m pretty brilliant at charming people if I do say so myself.”

He reaches over and gives your hand a small squeeze. You’re just nervous enough to offer him a small smile. For what it’s worth, he wasn’t terrible at comforting people.

“Thanks, Jimin. I’m sure everything will go great.”

Everything did not go great. In fact, it went very, very badly. Somewhere out there, someone must have hexed you because that’s the only reason you can think of that would explain why you placed Jimin’s original yellow design in the slideshow instead of his new one. You feel terrible. Not only have you fucked up in front of the entire company, but you’ve put both of your jobs on the line.

As soon as the meeting ended, you rushed off to the bathroom. You already embarrassed yourself enough as it is, you don’t need everyone to see you cry too. Tears roll down your face as you sit on the toilet, praying for the sudden end of your existence.

You had one job and somehow you had managed to fuck it up. You managed to ruin your career. You’re going to end up jobless. Broke. Destitute.

You’re jolted out of your thoughts by a knock at the door.

“Doll? Are you in there?”

Jimin’s voice is soft and comforting, and if you weren’t so afraid of humiliating yourself, you would have gladly welcomed his arms around you. But you are, so you try to stifle your sobs in an attempt to make him go away.

“Doll? I know you’re in there. I can hear you crying,” he sighs, “Please just let me in. I just want to talk.”

A sigh escapes your lips as you debate your options. If he already knows you’re crying, what difference will it make if he sees you? You stand up from your seat on the toilet, make a quick attempt at cleaning up your ruined makeup, and hesitantly open the door to let him inside.

He immediately takes you in his arms, closing the door behind him. The feeling of his body wrapped around yours only serves to induce more tears, and you find yourself crying into his shirt collar.

“I’m so, so sorry, Jimin,” you hiccup, “I don’t know what happened. I don’t know how I used that one. I’m so sor-”

“It’s okay, baby.”

You pull away to look at his eyes.

“What? How can you say that? I ruined the presentation, and we’ll be lucky if they want us to come back to work tomorrow.”

“They loved it.”

“What?”

“They loved it. They thought it was bright and innovative and really demonstrated that we understood design enough to push its limits.”

You look at him in shock. They loved it. They thought it was great. Your job was safe. You weren’t going to be fired. You may even receive a promotion.

“Feel better, doll?” He smiles down at you.

For once in your life, you return his smile, while shaking your head in affirmation.

“Well, then…”

You’re still smiling but suddenly unsure of what to do. Jimin’s hands are still on your waist, and you hated how aware of them you’re becoming. He seems to notice at the same time and quickly pulls them away.

“I have a question.” His voice is soft and shaky, and his eyes shift from side to side, seemingly unable to focus on you.

“What?”

“Why do you hate me so much?”

You’re taken aback. Jimin, who was usually so confident and larger than life, is now standing before you, small and meek, like an underfed puppy begging for scraps.

“I, I don’t hate you, Jimin.”

“But you must,” his voice is curt, “You never flirt back with me, yet I see you tease Hoseok all day long. You never laugh at my jokes. You never praise my work. As soon as I come anywhere near you, you close up. You snap at me, and you have no patience with me. You avoid me at all costs. So let me ask you again: why do you hate me?”

This time, instead of avoiding eye contact, he stares at you like he’s trying to read your soul.

“I really don’t hate you, Jimin.”

He raises his eyebrow.

“I just don’t want you to hurt me.”

He looks genuinely confused at your statement.

“How could I possibly hurt you?”

“The same way you hurt all those other girls.”

“What other girls?” His voice rises with defense.

“You know, the ones you sleep with in bathrooms, only to leave them broken-hearted when you never so much as glance their way again? The one’s you brag about fucking every chance you get until I want to slam my head into a brick wall? The ones that prove you’re nothing but a narcissistic fuckboy whose only goal in life is to get his dick wet? Those are the girls I’m talking about.”

Jimin looks shocked before his face morphs into an angry scowl, eyes heated and alert.

“That’s what you really think about me? That I’m a no-good player who uses girls for their bodies? Do you really think I trick girls into sleeping with me? Because you're wrong. They know what they’re getting into when they agree to restroom rendezvouses, but they always seem to convince themselves that they can convince me that I should be in a relationship with them. That’s not my fault. I would never sleep with someone under false pretenses. And I bragged about them because I wanted you to like me! Do you not get that? I don’t ever try this hard to get anybody to sleep with me, but I like you. I like you a lot, and this whole time you just thought I was a misogynistic fuckboy because you never cared to get to know me better.”

Jimin is seething, like a dog that went feral. His chest rises with heavy breaths as he backs you into the wall, eyes staring down yours. You let out a small whimper when he leans into your ear, hot breath ghosting your neck.

“If you think I’m such a fuckboy, then a fuckboy is what you are going to get.”

Before your brain can properly register his words, his lips are covering yours in a desperate kiss. Despite your lack of cognizance, you respond immediately, lips moving against his as your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him into you. His hands ghost down your side before he grabs your ass with a rough squeeze, eliciting a whine from your mouth.

He flips you around before bending you over the sink, eyes holding yours in the mirror reflection.  

“I think you’ve been a bad girl, don’t you agree? Leaving me with blue balls just because you think you’re better than me.”

Words fail you, so you nod instead. His hand slips under your skirt, softly massaging your ass.

“Don’t you think Daddy needs to punish you?”

You whimper, eyes struggling to hold his in your shared reflection. His gaze was burning with lust and fiery.

“I need you to use your words, baby.”

“Yes, daddy, I need to be punished.”

He grinned before flipping up your skirt to reveal the supple curve of your ass to his waiting gaze.

“Fuck, baby, do you know how long I’ve stared at this ass walking away from me, trying not to pop a boner in front of the whole office?”

He grabbed a rough handful.

“So long, baby, much too long. I think ten should suffice. Count for me.”

“Okay, daddy.” You whine.

“Say ‘red’ if it gets to be too much.”

“Yes, daddy.”

The first spank sent shocks running through you. While you expected the pain, you hadn’t anticipated how hard he would hit you, or how the contrast of his warm palm and cool rings would send pleasure singing through your body.

“O-one.”

The word barely made it out of your mouth, your brain hazy with lust.

The subsequent slap on the opposite cheek once again jolts you, and you fall forward, bracing your hands on the cold porcelain sink before you.

“Two.”

By the time he made it to five, tears had begun to well in your eyes, and you were sure your ass was painted a nice shade of crimson. By the time he made it to ten, tears had streaked your cheeks as moans and whimpers left your mouth alongside your garbled counting.

Jimin takes a moment to step back to admire his handiwork, his smirk only widening as he takes in his handprint bruised into your ass.

“Holy shit, baby, you’re so hot. You took your punishment so well. Look at how much of a good girl you are.”

Even in your hazy state, you beamed at his praise.

“Thank you, daddy.”

“I think you deserve a reward, baby girl.”

You nod vigorously at that, eager to feel him finally inside you.

“What do you want, baby? Use your words.”

“Your fingers, daddy, please.”

In an attempt to convey your desperation, you grind your hips into his crotch.

“Patience, baby girl. Where do you want them?”

“In my pussy, daddy. Please. I’m so wet for you.” Your sentence ends with a light sob, the need for him overwhelming you.

“Ask and you shall receive.”

With that, he pulls your panties to the side as he cautiously rubs his pointer finger up and down your soaked slit, before slipping inside.

“Fuck, baby, your dripping. Did spanking you turn you on that much? Is my baby girl that much of a pain slut?”

“Yes, daddy. I’m a pain slut just for you.”

He adds a second finger, and your head drops between your shoulders as he begins to move his digits in and out of you at a quick but intentional pace. Moans fall from your lips, and you let out a sharp squeal when he crooks his fingers and brushes against your g-spot.

“Fuck, daddy, right there.”

He quickens his pace, rubbing you perfectly over and over again as he brings you closer to the point of no return.

“Shit, baby, I’m so hard right now. Your pussy is so tight and wet around my fingers; I just want to sink my cock into you.”

“Please, daddy, I want your cock too. I want you to cum inside me. Fuck, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna-“

Words fail you as you are sent hurtling into your orgasm, waves of euphoria crashing down around you. Your body is shaking as you collapse against the sink.

Jimin lets out a groan at your fucked-out state, removing his hand from your pussy and bringing it to his lips to taste you. He lets out a moan as he does, freehand going to the front of his pants to rub his prominent erection through the black fabric.

After you recover enough to stand, you turn around and replace his hand with your own, pussy clenching at how big he was.

“Will you fuck me now, daddy?” You look up at him under your lashes, and his head falls back at your mock innocence, a light whimper escaping his lips. He tilts his head back up to look at you, hand coming to grab your waist to pull you to his lips.

You taste yourself on his tongue as your hands come to play with his hair, tugging on the strands. He ruts up into you, desperation getting the better of him. He pulls away, revealing his swollen lips and hazy eyes.

“Fuck yeah, I’ll fuck you now, baby girl.” He makes quick work of his belt zipper, shoving his pants and boxers down just enough to let out his cock and balls. The tip is an angry red, beautifully contrasted with the white of his dress shirt. Your mouth waters as you take in its wide girth and slight curve. You’re desperate to taste it, but right now there were more important matters at hand.

You drop your panties, before hopping up on the edge of the sink. Jimin gives his cock a few short tugs before lining up with your dripping entrance. You let out soft moans as he sinks into you, your legs wrapping around his waist to pull him as close as possible. His hands grab your ass, pulling you to the edge of the sink, before slamming back in. He sets a slow but intentional pace, the sound of skin and desperate moans echoing throughout the small bathroom.

You aren’t going to last long, having already come once, and judging by his quickening pace, neither is he. Your lips meet each other in a messy kiss as he pulls you tight against his body. It’s hard to discern what is a part of you and what is a part of him. Your limbs are so intertwined, that it feels like you are one body.

As his cock continues to drill into your g-spot, stars begin to cover your vision. With the force of a freight train, you come unannounced; your mouth opens in a silent scream. Jimin follows right behind you, painting your walls white with his seed. He lets out a groan of your name, his head coming to rest on your shoulder.

Both of you silently shake as you take a moment to catch your breath and process what just happened. He slowly pulls his softening cock out of you, watching as his cum pours out of your cunt.

“Fuckkkk, that’s hot.” He groans, tucking himself back into his pants, before wetting a paper towel to help clean you up.

“I’m sorry I thought so poorly of you.” You give him an apologetic grin, as you pull up your underwear.

“It’s okay. I can see where I might have led you to think that I don’t treat girls well.”

“Well, now I can see that I was wrong. You seem like you would be a fantastic boyfriend.” You move to exit the bathroom, eager to get away so you can process the rampage of emotions flooding through you now that your lust wasn’t getting in the way.

“I can be yours.”

You pause at the door.

“What?”

“I could be your boyfriend.”

“I-“

“I’ve liked you ever since the first time I saw you, and I think that maybe you like me, and I just really, really want to be your boyfriend.”

Your mind is racing at a million miles per hour, trying to process everything that’s happening. One moment he was fucking you like it was your last day on the earth, and now he’s standing in front of you, pleading for you to make him yours. You aren’t sure what to make of it.

“I think I would really like that too, Jimin,” he beams,” “but everything is going so fast, and I just need a little time to take everything in.”

His face falls a little, but he nods understandingly.

“That’s fair. Let me take you on a date, at least.”

You grin.

“Okay.”

“Coffee on Saturday?”

“Sounds great.”

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Soft vore, safe vore, unwilling prey, protective Pred, there is a small part with a kinda violent death scene but I put a little warning break so people who don't want to see that part can scroll past it.

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Part 2 of this fic⬇️

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The first thing they notice as they wake is a soft rather fluffy material beneath them, Prey blinks as their vision adjusts to the darkness and sees the ceiling of a cave , there's a few holes with roots nearly eclipsing the openings letting light through, as they sit up they realize they're on a pile of furs, their shoes are gone, their clothes are partially digested, there's a large hole in their pants along their thigh, down to their knee, the skin there stings but thier socks have been turned into makeshift gauze and the sack they brought into the wood has been shredded into bandages to keep that gauze in place.

They... don't recognize where they are... and they don't know how they're alive, last thing Prey remembers was being in a stomach as the food they had brought into the woods was melted to a slurry up to their neck around them, now that they think about they don't remember any pain or itch before they found themselves passing out from fear, a thought crosses their mind and they peel back the bandages on their thigh to find not long claw marks like they originally thought but some form of writing scratched into their skin.

They jolt as they hear the sound of heavy stone scraping against itself somewhere deeper in the cavern, when they hear it twice with a pause in between their curiosity gets the better of them and they stand to start walking down the path the noise came from then freeze as they hear footsteps coming towards them they take a few steps backwards and find themselves pressing their back against the wall on the other side of the pile furs behind them.

Darkness peels away revealing their predator, their fanged grin and black claw like nails just as frightening as before, a blindfold still covering their eyes, the Pred's stomach is making quick work of whatever small creature they seem to have eaten whole as prey watches the squirming bulge slowly come to a stop, the Pred has noticed they're awake and lets out a rumbling growl as they approach Prey, who curls themselves up against the wall trying to make themselves as small as possible and squeeze their eyes shut bracing themselves for whatever the predator had in store.

The footsteps stop a few feet away from them, Prey hears the Pred plop themselves down on the furs nearby and Prey lets out a soft startled shriek as their arm is grabbed firmly by a clawed hand and they're yanked into the large predator's lap, they find their back pressed up against the softening bulge, the arm that grabbed them now trapping them by their waist, the Pred's other hand drops a small bundle wrapped in cloth into Prey's lap and the Predator's other arm wraps around them as the Pred rests thier chin on Prey's head before releasing another rumbl-oh it's not a growl they realize, but a rather menacing sounding purr.

They take note on what's been placed on their lap, ah..it seems not all of their cloth sack had been shredded to make bandages. they tentativly open up the bundle to find..some nuts, berries and fruit, they're being cuddled and fed, for some reason..they know their pleas were ignored, the Pred would have stopped stuffing themselves from the food prey bought otherwise, so why-their confusion is halted by one of the fruit being placed in their hands.

Prey hums thoughtfully, they don't remember when they ate last and aren't sure how long they were out, with that in mind they lift the fruit to their lips and begin to eat as they try to straighten out their tangled thoughts, they know they didn't put any fruit or berries in the bag they carried, so they can only draw the conclusion the predator went out of their way to get food for Prey while they were out, and given the fact this same predator seems to be giving them affection, it's a bit..hard not to relax their guard.

When they finish eating the predator shifts them in their lap, moving Prey so it's their side pressed against Preds torso, using one arm to keep Prey trapped against thier chest and the other hooking underneath Prey's legs, the predator stands, lifting Prey into a bridal carry, Prey feels their face go red and thier heart skip a beat at their position while the now amused looking Pred carries them down the dark tunnel they previously came from.

After a few moments they reach the end, they see the entrance has been block by something, it's too dark for Prey to make out what it is, Pred sets Prey on thier feet keeping a clawed hand on their shoulder to guide them as the two reach the object blocking the exit, Pred places their other hand in a small opening between the object and the mouth of the cave then easily pushes the bould- Prey's eyes widened and their heart jumps to their throat, if the predator could push a giant rock like that aside so easily with one hand then, then it would take them no effort to- Prey begins to unintentually shiver in fear and let's out an involuntary whimper.

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Pred proudly turns to look at their catch, hoping to see awe at the strength they've displayed only to see a look of terror on the small ones face as they stare at the boulder Pred push aside, thier fang grin drops and they let out a small frustrated sigh, they had hoped the way they acted before had gotten across that they weren't actually going to hurt them.

Well, too late to dwell on it now, Pred lets go of Prey's shoulder, places their palm on Prey's back and gives a small push, sending prey stumbling forward into the blinding light.

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Prey gasps at what they see outside, broken pillers with flowering vines growing up them line a circular clearing , there are a few broken stone tiles left to hint the clearing might have been something more a long time ago, walk forward the center and turn around, they see the entrance of the cave empty, two overgrown pillars on each side of the entrance and a vast tree growing on the caverns roof, but the predator was just standing in the entrance before, how could it be empty? They wondered.

Thier question is quickly answered when they feel a strong rush of wind behind them sending flower petals into the air as they're swept off thier feet into a bridal carry once again. As they look up at the predator who's gazing at them with a soft smile, they can't help but think the petals fluttering down around them feels like a scene from romance story...

..wait..no it can't be can it? They're once again cut off from their thoughts as a rush of wind blind them, causing them to hide their face in the predators chest as Pred takes off, they catch glimpses trees and ruins speeding past them then the predator halts, setting prey on their feet again in front of a small stream. There's a wooden bowl on a rock nearby, Pred walks over to it, picks it up and hands the water filled bowl to Prey before leaving, a gust of wind trailing behind them.

Prey surveys the area around them, what looks to be a the remnants of a buildings wall sits to the left of them, spots of moss growing along it, to their right is the big stone the bowl was sat on, it feels a bit strange to be barefoot as they walk across the moss covered ground and sit against the wall. They take sips from the water filled bowl and try to piece things together.

They know they need to gather more info before they can actually figure out if it's true or not, but the thought crosses thier mind that they may have accidentally been courting their devourer and said devourer has decided to reciprocate. That or they made the..whatever their Predator is, attached to them by leaving food which they ate, and then decided to-well they aren't actually sure of the Predator's intentions for them so all they can really do is speculate.

Another gust and vicious snarl startle them as they notice Preds return, for a second they think they were being snarled at but when they look at the furious predator beside them, Pred isn't looking at them but rather across the stream, deeper into the forest. Prey can't see anything there, but the predator is looking in direction with a frightening look on their face, before turning to Prey, their expression softening slightly.

Pred crouches down facing prey, reaches towards them and taps their bandaged thigh twice, picks prey up and sitting them on a large rock nearby, their feet dangling off the tall rock, and they tilt their head in confusion till the Predator bends down, grabs thier ankles and shoves their bare feet into the Pred's open maw, a quick strong swallow sending preys legs up to their knees into their awaiting throat, the sudden and rather startling motion causing prey to drop the half empty bowl to grip the rock beneath them.

The predator stands, tilting their head up as they grab Prey's hips lifting them and swallowing, prey sinks hip deep and in fright their hands grasp onto the Preds shoulder while the Pred grabs thier waist, a scared whine leaves Preys' throat, they know they survived the first time but that doesn't stop the fear of being eaten alive, they don't even know why the predator decided swallowing them was the best idea right now, they really don't want to- Pred had let go of their sides to grab their wrists with a growl they feel through thier entire body, removes them from Preds shoulders and they feel Pred give a demanding gulp as they're dragged in up to their chest.

They let out a soft scared plea that Pred ignores, gulping again Pred lets go of their wrists and they slip downward till thier finger tips just brush against Preds lips then with another gulp Pred snaps their mouth shut as Prey is forcefully shoved into their stomach, it's tighter than it was before, they're so squished they can't do much more than squirm a bit, the fleshy chamber vibrates around them as the predator growls low, they gasp as walls squeeze them even tighter when Pred lets out a vicious snarl.

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Pred licks their lips angrily as prey is tightly packed into their gut, they know they were rough about it and it probably hurt any progress they made in trying to charm their now favorite snack, but they wouldn't have even had to do it if those cock blocking runts hadn't shown up and started circling prey while Pred went to check their territory markers.

Pred knew their Prey was doused in their scent which would normally warn others away, so Pred also knew those cocky little upstarts were doing it on purpose, their so call "leader" rushes out of the bushes attempting an attack, Pred snarls, keeping their palm flat they lunge forward and-

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With a cracking squelch Preds hand pierces through their opponents chest entirely, clutching thier beating heart then crushing it into a mushy red paste by clenching their fist, they pull their blood drenched arm free, letting the other pred's body collapse in a pool of blood at their feet.

Before turning to tear into the rest.

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Prey wasn't sure what was happening on the outside but from the terrifying sounds they could hear, and Pred's movements they could guess pretty well Pred was fighting multiple somethings, but soon enough it was over and the constricting stomach walls began to relax, loosening up their grip on Prey

They feel the Pred on the move again at a relaxed pace and feel Pred's hand press against their shoulder through thick flesh, the sounds inside Pred is all they can hear as the predator moves around, they feel gravity shift a little and they could swear they hear faint sloshing sounds outside for several minutes before the muscles around them flex a few times before clamping down, restricting Prey's fidgeting movements once more as they feel their weight shift slightly to Pred's sudden rapid movement.

They hear a sound they faintly recognize, stone loudly grinding against itself, the can't say they're surprised they can hear it from where they are with how close it they are. There's liquid up to their chest now, they know by the acrid smell it's acid, they also realize that their clothes may have survived the first trip to Preds gut but it seems they won't this time, as parts of their clothing completely disolve.

They can't help that they're shaking in fear, it seems Pred's stomach quickly digests anything inside but the

acids don't seem to effect their body in anyway not do they seem to be rising any higher, but that doesn't change the fact that these are the only clothes prey has with them....they don't think it's a good idea to keep on this train of thought as they try not to give themselves a panic attack at the thought.

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Pred rubs the back of their neck as they use their other hand to block the entrance with the large boulder once more, they sigh feeling prey fidget and shiver inside them. The plan to take prey out with them to show them Preds territory it get them used to the area had turned into a territory dispute when a small pack of Preds invaded and tried to hunt Preds catch despite the fact Preds scent was all over them, cocky little shits ruining the mood.

Pred scoffs and places a hand on their distended gut where Prey head should be and give it a few small pats before they shrug and stroll back into the main chamber of the cave, they lean against a wall for a moment, they're a bit reluctant to let prey out so soon but Pred starts walking down one of the two other tunnels to a chamber with a hot springs, a bunch of cloth piles, an empty barrel, a large wooden basin and a few old stone chests before over and digging through them, they hear a faint noise of protest when their stomach is squished against one of the chests they're digging through and smirk, they'll enjoy this while they can and since their catch isn't acting like they were the first time Pred swallowed them up Pred is optimistic they probably haven't fucked thier progress in trying to get Prey to trust them as much as they originally thought.

Pred pulls the things they were searching for out of the chest and move toward the hot spring and basin. They toss a small satchel of herbs into the wooden tub, set a piece of cloth on the rim, go grab they empty barrel and use it to fill the basin then go sit on one of the stone chests.

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Prey has been squished and jostled around for several minutes, they're nervous not knowing what's going on outside and their clothes are practically scraps now, the bandages that were on their leg are completely gone, as well as most of their shirt and pants, finally they feel Pred sit down.

Just as soon they feel Pred's stomach flex and clench around them, they try to push at the walls to make more room but their hands are forced upward and are surprised when the Pred's esophagus grabs hold of them and yanks them upward, Pred's stomach pushes at them and they quickly find themselves covered in stomach juices in a room they don't recognize and before they have the chance to stand up they find themselves picked up and dropped in what appears to be a bath with a soft splash, slime, scraps for clothing and all, a small gust of wind letting them know of Pred's departure.

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After half an hour Prey thinks, they walk through the tunnel back into the main chamber after wrapping some fabric around themselves in a makeshift toga and turn their head to see Pred sitting crossed legged on the pile of furs, back against the cave wall. The dimming light and drop in temperature clues prey to the fact it's sometime in the evening.

The chill causes them to shiver, it's colder in the main cavern they observe, as they take a closer look from where they stand they see that Pred is watching the entrance tunnel, they tentativly walk towards the...oh, what the hell, they are just going to start calling it a bed seeing as they woke up on it, and seeing no visible reaction from Pred, they nervously sit down next to them.

They're startled when Pred reaches out an arm hooking their waist and they suddenly find themselves back in Pred's lap, legs dangling over Preds own, their side pressed against Pred's torso once more and their head once again being used as a chin rest as vibrations rack their body, Pred is doing that scary purr thing again prey notices.

Despite that Prey can't say they really mind the position, they're comfy, they're cold but Pred is very warm, they can't help it...But they're... getting..a bit.......

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Pred continues to purr as they notice Prey get drowzy and fall asleep, it's a good sign to Pred that the little one feels safe enough in their presence to do so, but Pred will have to do something about the other Pred's still confident enough to try and invade their territory later, they could either leave their prey in the cave again while they deal with their nuisance or carry prey with them in Pred's stomach...eh, they'll think on it.

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Nephil’s Best Friend

Alec’s heart lurches in sympathy, and he drops slowly into a crouch, keeping himself angled away slightly so as not to seem confrontational. ‘Hey there,’ he croons, gratified when the dog doesn’t immediately run, at least. ‘What’re you doing out here, huh?’ Pretty much pure fluff, set a couple of years post-canon. Alec finds a puppy on his way home, takes it to the local shelter, and accidentally descends into a web of lies. 

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Magnus is always out late on Tuesdays. With his position as High Warlock of Alicante still being relatively new, the higher-ups of the Spiral Labyrinth are eager to keep their fingers on the pulse as Downworlders slowly become established within the bounds of Idris – and Tuesday evenings are apparently when the Council’s schedule most conveniently overlaps with Magnus’ own.

Which means that tonight, Alec is walking home. Thankfully, it’s a pleasant evening for it, the thunderstorm from earlier having cleared up into a bright and cheerful summer sunset; and the streets are quiet by this time, too. After spending all but a few of his earliest years in New York – where the Shadowhunters are up all hours on patrols, instead of keeping a nine-to-five in political offices, and where there are Mundanes causing noise and light all around them too – Alec’s not quite sure, still, whether the quiet of his journey home is pleasant or eerie.

But tonight, a better word for that tranquility might be useful, or lucky. Because in the bustle of New York, he likely would have dismissed any non-demonic rustle in the shadows. Now, however, he stops in his tracks, his hand automatically going to his single holstered blade as he turns towards the alleyway, even though he’s not so much wary as curious. ‘Someone there?’ he calls softly. The whined answer he gets isn’t human, he knows that much, and so he moves forward slowly, not wanting to spook - - the puppy that he finds there, cowering in the meager shelter of the building’s overhang, which clearly hasn’t been enough to keep it out of the storm because the poor thing is soaked through.

Alec’s heart lurches in sympathy, and he drops slowly into a crouch, keeping himself angled away slightly so as not to seem confrontational. ‘Hey there,’ he croons, gratified when the dog doesn’t immediately run, at least. ‘What’re you doing out here, huh?’ He wonders if the pup has a home – it’s not likely, given its emaciated state and the lack of a collar. Strays never used to be a problem in Idris, really; but of course, that was before a rift opened above the capital. Before dozens of soldiers left their beloved four-legged companions safely at home in their kennels and yards and cellars, and went to fight a battle they wouldn’t return from.

He pushes that thought aside, for now, and roots around in his pocket, smiling when he encounters a few chicken-flavoured biscuits. ‘They’re meant for our balcony cats,’ he explains gently, scattering them in a line between him and the puppy. ‘But I think you’ll like them anyway.’ He’s immediately proved right, of course, the starving pup sniffing out each biscuit quickly and following the line towards him, scarfing them down. When it steps out of the shadows a bit, Alec’s heart melts a little further – this isn’t exactly a small puppy, it’s already nearly as big as a fully-grown cat. But it’s clearly still young, ears which look like they ought to be pointed still floppy around wide, dark amber eyes, and not even any gangly quality to the paws just yet.

A pup this young, he reasons, likely doesn’t have any reason to be afraid of people yet. The way it’s come close enough to get the last few cat treats would suggest that, too. If he’s right, and if he’s careful, it should be happy enough for Alec to pick it up and take it somewhere safe.

And if he’s wrong… well, that’s what iratzes are for, right?

Decided, Alec reaches out – firmly, but not suddenly – and scritches the pup’s scruff for a moment. ‘Alright, then,’ he murmurs, reaching out his other hand in the same manner, ‘up we go.’ The pup squirms in his arms for a moment, clearly surprised by the change in elevation. But then the water in its fur seeps through Alec’s shirt, and in turn, the pup must realize that it’s essentially being treated to some body heat after being out in the storm. It settles down, snuggling into the crook of his elbow.

Alec smiles, satisfied. ‘There we go,’ he says, slowly, slowly coming up from his crouch. ‘Let’s get you someplace warm and dry, huh?’

He turns on his heel, and starts walking in the direction he came from.

Just past the offices of the Gard, a response to the increasing stray problem has finally popped up in the form of a small, fairly informal animal shelter. The Shadowhunter behind the desk right now looks up as Alec walks in, and their polite smile immediately shifts into something more sympathetic. ‘Oh, dearie me. What have we here?’

Alec gently sets the pup down on the lowered, cut-away part of the desk, its claws tapping sharply against the anti-slip metal – the receptionist doesn’t seem to disapprove, so he thinks he’s understood its purpose well enough. ‘Someone who got caught in the storm,’ he says by way of reply. ‘There’s no collar, so I hoped you might be able to help.’ ‘Absolutely – you did the right thing bringing her in,’ the receptionist confirms. They crouch a little to look the dog over, examining the ears and eyes before running gentle, deft hands over each limb.

It's not long before they straighten up again. ‘Well, good news,’ they say. ‘She doesn’t seem to be hurt in any way.’ Alec finds himself breathing out a sigh of relief. ‘Glad to hear it. Thank you.’ The receptionist rolls up their now-damp sleeves, and gives Alec a wan but genuine smile. ‘We can take it from here. Rest assured, she’s in good hands.’

And Alec knows that’s a dismissal – but between the sight of the puppy still shivering a little, and the slightly concerning number of endurance and stamina runes on the receptionist’s bared forearms, he hesitates. ‘I could… stay and help for a while, if you want?’ he offers. ‘Either with her, or if there’s something else that needs to be done while you’re…?’

The receptionist considers him for a moment – and then gives a slow nod. ‘You’re very kind,’ they say. ‘We are pretty understaffed right now. You’ll need supervision, obviously, but it could be useful to have an extra pair of hands.’ They turn briefly to a square blue folder, opening it up and taking a pen. ‘If I could just take your name and get you signed in for our records?’ ‘…Gideon,’ Alec finds himself saying. ‘Underhill,’ he adds, hoping that Andrew wasn’t exaggerating about the number of cousins he has in Idris.

Apparently he wasn’t, because the receptionist doesn’t think twice, just jots down the name he’s given and closes the book. ‘All right, Gideon. I’ll find someone to cover the desk, and we can go and get this one – oh,’ they say, their face lighting up. ‘Which reminds me, the first order of business should probably be a name for this little one. Since you brought her in, any ideas?’ Alec looks at the puppy once more – and is suddenly reminded of red fields under warm Spanish sunshine, the image as vivid as it was in person thirteen years ago.

A soft smile pulls at his expression. ‘How about Poppy?’

 .

His evening at the shelter passes quickly. Alec helps to set up Poppy’s new little room, cleans up the muddy footprints a collie cross tracked in from outside, and helps the receptionist – who introduces herself as Christina – scrub down and rearrange the outside exercise course; and by the time they’ve done all that, Alec is excusing himself and rushing home, only getting there a few minutes before Magnus portals in and immediately starts waxing lyrical about how incredibly annoying that pompous old moron Claudius has been all day.

It’s not until they’re in bed, with Magnus already asleep, that Alec realizes they’ve managed to talk about everything except his trip to the shelter. Oh well, he muses – it’s not really that important. He can tell Magnus all about it another time.

***

The rest of the week is something of a nightmare. It feels like every ten minutes there’s another hour-long meeting, every Shadowhunter Alec deals with has an interfering political agenda, and – worst of all – everyone on the continent suddenly needs Magnus’ help and can accept no substitute. (Which is fair enough; Magnus is, Alec’s pretty sure, one of the most powerful warlocks alive. That doesn’t mean Alec has to like how in-demand and busy his husband is, though.)

Still, it’s something they’re both used to by now; they make do with stolen snatches of time, curling up exhausted on the couch or digging in ravenously (and therefore silently) to their takeout before clambering into bed, all clumsy tired kisses and murmurs of I love you, get some sleep, okay? Overall, their evenings are an oasis of calm that make the week bearable. They don’t, however, provide Alec with an opportunity to tell Magnus about his unusual evening at the dog shelter.

And then suddenly, it’s Tuesday again. Alec packs up his things, heads out of the building… and turns left, towards the shelter.

When he gets there, it’s not Christina who greets him from behind the front desk this time – it’s Sophie, the young woman who took over last week while Christina and Alec moved Poppy in. ‘Hi,’ she says brightly. ‘I remember you – Gideon, right?’ ‘Right,’ Alec says with a smile. ‘I thought I’d come check in, if that’s okay – I wanted to ask how the dog I brought in is doing? Poppy?’

Sophie nods and scrolls through something on her computer, before reporting that Poppy is apparently settling in quite well; she’s a little timid around the bigger dogs, but she’s taken well to her food and her new routine. Alec thanks Sophie for the update. And then he says, ‘Do you guys need a hand with anything this evening?’

 .

The walk home this week isn’t such a rush, and so Alec has some time to think about the situation he’s gotten himself into – the one that’s based on a lot more deception than he’d typically be comfortable with.

He’s realized, now, why he lied about his name the day he took Poppy in. However much he values the opportunities his career path has given him to make the world a better place, he’s never been one for the spotlight, and he misses the anonymity of just being a foot soldier sometimes. So when he wasn’t recognized, that part of him clearly latched onto the opportunity and ran with it. Alright, he decides. So that means coming clean about his real name at the shelter isn’t an option. But equally, he doesn’t want to stop going – he wants it to be a regular thing, if they’ll have him. Even if they don’t know his real identity (or maybe even because they don’t), it’s nice there. He likes spending time with the animals, of course; and on a deeper level, it’s nice to make such clear progress without nearly as much pressure, when his day job feels like the exact opposite sometimes.

Fine. So he’ll keep going, and keep using the fake name while he’s there. That just leaves the fact he hasn’t told Magnus yet, and that’s easily rectified. All it takes is for Alec not let it slip his mind tonight, and just tell Magnus about his evening.

…Except, for some weird reason, he doesn’t want to.

That’s the snag Alec’s mind keeps catching on, and he can feel himself frowning as he walks the last few blocks home. He tells Magnus everything, provided it’s his to tell. He likes telling Magnus everything. Keeping secrets isn’t something he usually enjoys, especially when it comes to his husband. But for some reason, this is different. This secret – however accidentally it formed – feels fun, for lack of a better word. Alec kind of wants to keep it to himself, at least for a little while.

Their building comes into sight, Alec instinctively glancing up at their windows on the top floor – and then he smiles, his decision made. There’s no harm in keeping his weekly exploits quiet, for now. He thinks that Magnus might even approve of it. After all, a harmless, light-hearted secret, kept only for the sake of mystery… isn’t that pretty close to being coy?

***

On Tuesday, September 7th, Magnus has a plan, and he’s fairly proud of himself for it.

He’s not the best at keeping track of ages – truth be told, he hasn’t known his own to the year for a good few decades now – but he does try to keep track of milestone birthdays. For example, he knows that he doesn’t have to worry about Ragnor’s millennium for another century or so; he knows that the plans for Catarina’s fifth centennial in a few years are safely underway; and he knows that Raphael is still over a decade off of one-hundred, plus that he’s already threatened disownment if Magnus makes a big deal of it.

Relevantly for today, he also knows (yes, all right, after a quick text to Isabelle just to check) that Alexander is turning thirty in five days; and obviously, that calls for something special.

He’s thought on it for a while, and he knows exactly what to get his husband on such an occasion – which one of their idle conversations over the years holds this newest key to making Alec smile. I feel like I’ve missed something. Is there a reason Madzie’s drawn you with a hellhound? It’s a regular dog, Magnus. The red eyes are just because the black marker ran out. But no, there’s no reason, she just knows I like dogs. …I didn’t know you liked dogs. I wasn’t aware you had any experience with them. Well, not a lot. But there were all these strays around the Madrid Institute, back when Izzy was stationed there, and whenever I got to visit her we’d spend hours outside with them. Kicking a ball around for them to chase, feeding them whatever scraps we’d managed to sneak out – you know, that kinda thing. That sounds like a good memory. So, does this mean canine companionship is in the cards for your future? I don’t know. I hope so.

Of course, in Magnus' opinion, Alexander deserves a pedigree companion – a dog with the best possible genetic history, screened against all illness and with irrefutable evidence of long-lived parents and grandparents. But, as with many things, there is a certain gap between what Alec deserves and what he wants; and because Magnus has turned out to be surprisingly good at this whole husband thing, he generally knows which one to go for on any given occasion.

So, on this particular Tuesday evening, at a time when he's usually working and so Alec has no reason to expect him home, Magnus heads to the local animal shelter. 'Good evening,' he says cheerfully to the receptionist. 'I'm Magnus Lightwood-Bane. I called yesterday about potentially adopting a dog?'

They talk for a while about what might be best for him, dog-wise - he asks for one that's fairly large, if possible (after all, Alexander is a veritable tree, and deserves a dog he can rough-and-tumble with if he wishes), emphasizes that they absolutely must be able to exercise a certain level of civility with cats, and reassures the lady from the front desk – Christina – that the nature of his work means that he is very rarely out of the loft for prolonged stretches, and that he is more than happy to establish the proper care on the rare occasion it does happen.

Christina smiles at him, and leads the way to an enclosed outdoor playpen of sorts, with a few dog toys spread over the simple agility setup. 'I think we might just have the perfect fit for you, Mr. Lightwood-Bane,' she says. 'I'll get Gideon to bring her out so you can meet her.'

***

Alec is rationing out servings of cat food for tomorrow's breakfast service when Christina appears. 'Gideon,' she says with a smile, 'we have a -' 'Chris!' Josef suddenly rounds the corner, skidding into the room with a vaguely panicked expression. 'We need you – Tibbs got into the storeroom somehow.' Christina curses. 'Alright. Gideon, I need you to take Poppy through to the meet-and-greet, I think she's finally got a good match here. I’ll check in with you afterwards.' With that, she turns on her heel and strides off to deal with the stubborn moggy who, for some unknown reason, only lets her near him.

Once he's alone again, Alec deflates a little – but this is good news, he tells himself firmly. In the months he’s known her, Christina's very rarely been wrong with her instincts on rehoming, and Poppy deserves a good, loving place to grow up. She deserves a family – one that can focus more wholly on her needs than even the best-run shelter could.

Still, that doesn't stop Alec’s heart breaking a little as he goes and fetches one of the leashes, then bends down to scruff Poppy behind the ears as he clips it on. 'Come on, girl,' he says quietly. 'There's someone here for you to meet.' He leads her down the now-familiar corridors, turns towards the meet-and-greet area, plasters a professional smile on his face as he opens the door - - and stops dead in his tracks.

Magnus looks back at him, wide-eyed for a moment; and then his mouth curves up into a surprised smile. 'Well, hello there,' he says teasingly. 'Gideon, I presume?'

 .

By the time Alec's done with his explanation, Magnus' expression has shifted into something amused and fond. 'It wasn't about keeping it from you,' Alec tries to explain anyway. 'It was just -' Magnus raises a hand to stop him, before letting it fall down to clasp Alec's. 'I know, darling. I'm not annoyed, I swear – a little mystery simply serves to keep the romance alive, hm?' He winks. 'I'm almost sorry I've discovered your secret. Though I suppose fair's fair, as I imagine your birthday present is hardly a surprise now.'

Alec blinks - and then his gaze darts down to Poppy, currently sitting between them and receiving pettings, though another zoomies-venture around the meet-and-greet is likely imminent. 'Oh,' Alec breathes – and he can feel his face twist into an excited grin as he looks back up at Magnus, god, in all the excitement he almost forgot why - 'You like her, then?' he checks, suddenly anxious. 'She can be ours? She's so smart, you wouldn't believe – she's got some issues with possessiveness, but we're working on it and she's making such good progress; and she's so good with cats, honestly, we've tested her with them and she -'

Magnus cuts him off with a laugh, nodding. 'Yes, darling,' he says, a playful, affectionate tilt still to his tone. 'Yes, we can take her. How could we not, when she's clearly already so attached to you?' He glances down with a smile at where Poppy's now stretching out and begging Alec for a belly rub - and then he looks back up, all business but for the glint in his eyes. 'All right then, Gideon. Would you please show me where I can sign the proper papers?' He smirks. 'I have a feeling my husband's going to love his birthday present.'

 .

The two of them manage to keep their cool through the signing process, thankfully. Magnus hands in the paperwork, and is given an appointment that Sunday to come pick Poppy up, once she’s had her final vet check. Alec finishes up his shift and heads home, with his colleagues none the wiser as to just who is going to be taking care of Poppy in the future.

 .

On the afternoon of Sunday, September 12th, Magnus goes to the shelter – alone, of course – and brings home their new puppy, who barks with joyful excitement once she realizes who’s waiting for her on the other side of the portal.

Naturally, Alec’s 30th birthday is his best one yet.

~oOo~

[2018shawn]

Ruin the Friendship

OMG to the anon that requested this I am SO sorry it took me this long and it’s probably not up to expectation I've just been struggling to write djbsndfa HOWEVER, this was my interpretation of the song and I hope you enjoy. I did intend for it to be more sexy but it turned out more goof so soz about tht OH and I also wrote this with a OC I dunno why it just happened but there u go 

Warnings: suggestions of smut, swearing, MY WRITING, alcohol consumption etc etc 

Remy’s phone balanced against a stack of books, just enough so that she was in view of the front facing camera, not really giving too much attention to how she looked. Her screen was dominated by a mop of brown curls and just, and I mean - just - underneath them, she could make out the facial structure of her closest friend, neighbour and music mogul, known to the world as Shawn Mendes. To her, he was known as annoying neighbour that A) played guitar ridiculously late at night, especially in the room that backed onto her bedroom. B) never had milk and would knock at stupid o’clock in the morning to get some because he was fuelled by coffee and fancy tea’s and C) wasn’t there half the time, meaning she had 2 lots of post to check for every morning. He was in the midst of rambling and from what she could gather, he was throwing a party for absolutely no particular reason other than the weather was nice and doesn’t that make you wanna have a beer?

“No, Shawn. I don’t really drink beer, so I can’t say it does” She replied, rolling her eyes behind her quirky, but necessary, reading glasses as her fingers swiftly tapped away at her keyboard, trying to get down as many words as she could. 

“Ok... vodka? gin?...” he started, and she gave me him a raised eyebrow kinda look as she finally turned her attention to him. “Tequilaaaaa?” He dragged out, putting on a face that the angels could have sculpted themselves.

“Jesus, no. Absolutely not.” The last time Shawn made her do a tequila shot, he demanded that she did it from his I want to run my tongue over stomach, to which she was absolutely mortified and knew that there was no chance in hell she could keep her cool, or stop her lips from going further south, if she was to lick or suck anywhere near that region. He finally let her settle for shotting it from the glass like a normal human being and that was the last she remembered of the night, “I’ll have water, I got a lot of work to do tomorrow”.

He plumped out his bottom lip at her response, but quickly raised a point. “So, that means you’re coming?” He was moving about in the screen, and she guessed he was just pacing around his apartment because he was the most restless person she’d ever met. She’d never known him to be home longer than 1 week at a time, so it was a rarity that he was currently on day 3 and quite possibly throwing a party out of boredom, not good will. 

“Not necessarily... but, I might drop in” She replied, closing the lid down on her laptop with a sigh as her brain came to a halt with words, partly because of the Canadian boy the other side of her FaceTime call, “If I have to”. 

He smiled and nodded, indicating that she did, in fact, have to. “You do! You’re always working, have a night off, Rems” She groaned at not only his nickname for her, but when she heard a knock at her door, assuming it would be her delivery. Pushing herself up from her sofa and slumping over to the door, she knew the angle on her screen wasn’t the prettiest, like when you accidentally open front camera and get the shock of your life, but he’d seen her in much worse states than this. 

“I just... don’t know anyone” She said, swinging the door open, her eyes looking back at the screen to gauge Shawn’s reaction. To her dismay, just because of the pleasure of getting to see his face, he’d paused the FaceTime, assumingly scrolling away on other apps where faces were much more interesting that what she thought hers was. 

“You know me” His voice snapped her out or her gaze, not just from her phone, but from the tall figure stood in her doorway. It wasn’t obscure that he was stood at her door, it was just obscure that he was on FaceTime at the same time. “What you gonna wear?” 

He pushed past her, walking himself into the apartment which he knew all too well, not just because his was symmetrical, but because he’d been round here more times than he'd had hot dinners. It wasn’t all good reasoning - he’d turned up numerous times looking like he was on the verge of tears, which sometimes he burst into as soon as she shut the door behind him, he’d turned up fucked out of his face, because he couldn’t work his own key in the door and demanded he stay on her couch because his apartment felt lonely, hell, he’d even turned up heartbroken because the same damned girl kept screwing him over and he couldn't quite establish his self worth. 

It killed her, for him not to see how incredibly special he was. She’d always had a small crush on him, sure. But Remy just learnt to deal with it because, sure, dating her was definitely not on the top of his to do list.

She was left stood, her hand still clasped around the door as he waltzed into her bedroom, muttering nothing in particular other than how she looked good in that red, flowery thing and she should definitely wear that. “Fucking dumbass” She muttered to herself, sighing as she finally closed the door, letting it shut with a loud click before following the - did I mention? - annoying neighbour that apparently would not take no for an answer.

“Turn off your FaceTime, I can hear you, fucking dumbass” 

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She sipped, through her straw, at was definitely not water and she knew she shouldn’t have trusted him when he asked what she wanted to drink. She convinced herself it would be rude not to drink it - and maybe a couple more, now she had the taste for it. Her friend, Lily, was the one that put the icing on the cake, turning up at her house - what was with people just randomly turning up? - all dolled up ready for the night. She knew her friend only wanted to go because Connor had more than likely been in touch, after several previous one night stands/‘meetings’ and Lily was not the kind of girl that passed up the opportunity to get laid - even though she had Connor wrapped around her little finger. 

Lily had left her to go pee, but Remy knew she most definitely would get lost (in Connor’s lap) on the way back, which left her with no choice but to fend for herself. She’d seen Shawn on arrival, but knew he was making a round of doing the pleasantries and she couldn't be stuck to his hip all night, but that didn’t mean she didn’t want to be. As if he’d sensed her needs, her annoying neighbour came prancing over with the grin of a Cheshire Cat and, of course, a red cup contained in one hand. 

He looked good - really fucking good - she thought to herself as she watched him, buttons undone one extra than the normal person, showing the chest hair he always claimed to be manly. His trousers were tight around his peachy rear, which is somewhere she’d always wanted to get her hands onto but, funnily enough, never found the right moment to do that as a friend and neighbour. Like hey, I brought your post up... by the way let me touch your butt or hey, I saw you’re back in town, can I come round... and touch your butt. 

Sure he looked good, but his body; his body even looked good. It looked healthy. Happy. Refreshed. Which is something it often wasn’t and she would preach to him numerous times about how you only get one and you need to look after it. Turns out he may have actually listened to her for once and taken her advice.

Remy had thought numerous times about going there with Shawn - there being her underneath him, but she also knew he could get any girl he wanted with the click of his fingers, because that’s just the kind of guy he was. She, was unaware that he thought she’d never want him - he knew she loved home comforts and stability and someone to be there. He completely wasn’t the right guy to be able to offer that, and sure, bedding her had crossed his mind because he wasn’t completely oblivious to all the little gazes he’d caught her in as he walked around his - or her - apartment in nothing but a pair of Calvin Klein’s. But he couldn’t bare to do it to her - fuck her and leave - no matter how many times she bit her perfectly plump lip when he was chatting away to her about the dumb TV show they’d started watching. 

“How’s your water?” He smirked, his eyes looking a little drunk as he mirrored her posture, leaning back against the kitchen counter with arms crossed, only he stood much taller. He turned to face her, eyes clicking with hers and giving her the same puppy dog eyes he always did.

“Great, actually, thank you” she smiled, being the one to break the eye contact before taking another large sip of her drink. His view didn’t alter as he kept eyes on her, beyond her knowledge, to take in every inch of what he thought to be perfect features. Shawn had travelled all around the world, but never met anyone that quite compared to Remy. He had never met anyone who was so determined to succeed, even through having as many set backs as her. He had never met anyone who could give so much love, despite being the one needing love herself. And what he thought about the most, was that he’d never met anyone who had a body like hers - one that could make him feel like jelly. “They’re really into each other aren’t they?”

She interrupted his train of admiring thoughts, making him stutter and blush when she turned back to face him, catching him staring at her plump lips. She nodded her head towards Lily and Connor, who were talking to other people but might as well have been auditioning for a role in love actually, because they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. “Yeah, I actually didn’t know it was possible for him to have feelings” he laughed and she nodded, rolling her eyes and capturing her bottom lip in between her teeth. He lulled at the material of his unbuttoned shirt in an attempt to get some ventilation. He felt hot, and it wasn’t the alcohol.

“Well, I stupidly offered her a place to crash so I guess that means he’ll be joining too” She took the straw that was swivelling around in her drink, frustrated as she tried to catch it in her mouth every time she wanted a sip, and threw it behind her onto the counter. With one large gulp, the rest of her drink was gone and they both knew she was starting to get the confidence she so dearly deserved.

“I have a spare bed, if you know...” he started, not entirely sure where he was going with the whole invitation, “get bored of the noise”

ouch. friend zoned. She thought to herself, although grateful for the offer. 

“I’m gonna whoop your ass at twister,” was the only thing she could reply, swiftly changing subject and nudging her head towards the surprisingly - so far - relatively PG game of twister happening in his lounge.

ouch. rejected. He though to himself, although slightly embarrassed at his childlike offer. 

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Remy balanced on the balcony railing, her hair pushed to one side of her neck, exposing her shoulder and collar bone, just a measly spaghetti strap covering any skin there. She came outside for one of two reason. One being the fact she felt herself getting drunk, which is something she intended not to do. Two being that Shawn looked more hot the drunker she got and that was not the kind of things that she wanted filling her mind whilst she had the new found tipsy confidence. 

“Hey, there you are” Shawn slid the balcony door closed behind him, placing his beer bottle on the little table, surrounded by two chairs, that covered almost half of the tiny balcony. “I thought you’d back door boogied.”

She snorted out a laugh, shaking her head at his ridiculous methodology. “No, but that would be the way to go, because you’d no doubt nag me to stay, if I told you I was leaving.” 

He leant his back against the railing, turning his head to the right to get full view of her, as she admired the busy Toronto city. “Can you blame me?” She pursed her lips, trying to keep her eyes on the bright city lights. “What would I have to do, out of interest?”

She finally turned to look at him, his signature smile covering his features and that was more than enough to ever make her stay. “Hmm... maybe play me my favourite song.” He simply nodded, taking mental note. 

They stayed silent for a few minutes, nothing but the sound of busy streets and the music inside filing the void. They awkwardly clicked eye contact a couple of times, her cheeks blushing a deep shade of red each time which he found incredibly cute, but also somehow sexy. “You should get back, it’s your party you loser.” 

“I like your company,” he smiled genuinely, playfully nudging her shoulder with his own. He wanted nothing more, in this moment, than to grab her, hold her close and admire the beauty of the city with her. Admire her beauty. 

She shoved her empty red cup in his hand, suddenly feeling thirsty, although she was sure it wasn’t the type of thirst that could be satisfied with another drink. But, another drink would have to make do. “Go fill up my dink, and I shall grace you with my presence shortly.”

He wasn’t sure where the assertiveness came from, but he thought it almost turned him on. “One Tequlia, coming right up” 

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The dull party music was nothing but a background noise now everyone had vacated, leaving Remy, Shawn, Lily and Connor as the last men standing. Shawn couldn’t help but jibe at Remy for being one of the final few, making it through the entire party and finishing with a rare buzz from the alcohol. “Me and Con are gonna get going, if that’s okay?” Lily spoke, filling the last space in the dishwasher with any glass she could. 

“Sure, thanks for your help, guys” Shawn said, balancing a stack of red plastic cups in his right hand that slightly resembled the leaning tower of Pisa, shaking Connor’s hand with his left.

“Okay well, here’s my key, I'll help Shawn finish up and I'll be back” Remy confirmed, walking over to her bag and retrieving her key from inside, handing it over to the eager blonde. She began speaking in a much quieter tone, even though Shawn and Connor were engaging in their own conversation and would absolutely have no interest in there's, “I might stay in Shawn’s spare room, give you guys... space” you laughed. Lily was more than thankful to have a best friend like you. 

“Girl, stay in his damn bed” She replied, earning a roll of the eyes from Remy at the typical Lily answer.

“I wouldn’t mind if she did” Shawn spoke, Remy suddenly freezing and heart beating faster than she ever knew it could. The remark was pushed aside as everyone bid their final farewells, leaving Shawn and Remy alone in his apartment with nothing but a huge mess and Spotify playlist playing in the background. “You look really pretty tonight”, he added, as she finished rounding up the last few beer bottles and throwing them in his bottle bin. 

“I... uh... thanks. You too” She smiled, almost instantly mentally slapping her forehead with the palm of her hand. Pretty? You look pretty too? She thought to herself. “I mean, you look good. Not pretty, but good”

“You don’t think I’m pretty?” He gasped, his hand pressing against his chest as he acted shocked. He leant his back against the wall, his legs straining against the fabric of his jeans, with one leg bent and supported against the structure. She couldn’t help but think about climbing on top of his thick limbs, straddling him and pinning him down. She replied a small oh har-har and he stood up, walking over to her, despite her pretending to be busy with the same bottles she’d been moving around for the past 5 minutes. “Because I think you're very, very pretty. Beautiful, actually” She felt his breath against the back of her hair, just above her ear as she remained facing the countertop. She was sure that she’d never felt a flush of heat like the one she was experiencing. His long arms captured her in his personal space, the scent of her sweet perfume filling the little space between them.

Shawn noticed how she’d stopped moving and he wasn't sure if he was pushing the boundaries too much. He would, of course, stop if she was to show him any signs of feeling uncomfortable, but the way her body finally relaxed against his told him the opposite. His fingers nervously danced over her waist, and he failed to notice the trail of goose pimples that covered her bare arms. It felt like a lifetime, waiting for her to react or say something. 

Both their hearts, unbeknown to each other, were almost beating out of their chests. “Shawn...” Was all she could mumble, managing somehow to turn around, in the tiny amount of space she had, to face him. Well, to face his chest. His hands remained on her waist, his mind subconsciously telling him to hold on because she could try and run at any given moment. She looked up at him, through fluttering lashes, trying to work out what he was thinking, but failing miserably. 

“Do you want me to move away?” He asked, noticing how their bodies were closer than they ever had been. Truth be told, she didn’t know, but something in her possessed her to shake her head, much to Shawn’s relief. So he sighed happily, reaching up his hand and brushing some stray hairs away from her face, his hand lingering there once he’d done. She reached up and covered his larger hand with hers, looking into his eyes with what he could only describe as love. Her eyes flickered between his eyes and his lips, giving him the signal he’d been waiting for. 

Dipping his neck down, their lips collided with messy passion as his hand grasped the back of her neck, her hand finally parting from his to tug at the material of his shirt. She groaned at his neediness, moving into him, her chest pressing against his front. Neither of them thought about coming up for air, only needing each other to survive in this very moment. 

Remy was the first one to detach, her cheeks covering deep red blush, yet again. “We... shouldn't.” She stated, her hands still balling up the fabric of his shirt. 

“I’m not gonna force you to do anything you don’t want to do, but fuck, Rems.” He breathed heavily, stroking his thumb over her flushed cheeks. “You have no idea how long I've wanted to.” It shocked her that he sounded like he meant it, because there wasn’t many men out there who were as honest as he. All she could find herself doing was taking in whatever words he spoke, her mind on over drive and then some. “And not like, just tonight. I’ve wanted you every day, in every city, every album, every single. And what’s more ironic is that your favourite song you said you’d like me to play for you... is about you and...”

She stopped him with another kiss, her tip toes aiding her in reaching up to his taller height. She knew the confidence had come from the uncountable amount of vodka-lemonades she’d practically inhaled, but her actions were sincere. Shawn approved of both the confidence and the actions. She spoke into his mouth as they loved on each other, “This... could...” He flicked his tongue against hers, her words being replaced with a string of moans. His hands pulled at the hair on the back of her head, pulling her neck upwards as their lips disconnected, giving him more access to the skin on her neck. His lips trailed wet kisses down, nipping at the delicate skin. “Ruin our friendship,” she finally finished and although her words were spoken genuine concern, the only thing she was physically concerned about was getting enough of a handful of his hair to toy with. 

Her breathing was deep as Shawn pulled away, face still hovering close to hers. “I mean it though, Remy. I’m all in, if you are” She knew it was a big risk, ruining her friendship; her anxiety wouldn’t let her stay living next to Shawn if anything was to go wrong, meaning she’d have to go through the pain of packing up and moving apartments, to another country, in another world, because, being without Shawn was what it felt like to be alone. 

If the friendship was ruined, it was already ruined because normal friends don’t casually do this in their kitchens. If she had chance to feel his love, she deserved to, as did he. Her mind raced with thoughts of these, a small laugh escaping her lips at how she’d found herself in this completely ridiculous situation, as she spoke words she never thought she'd be saying to the pretty Canadian boy staring into her soul, “Pick me the fuck up.”

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The Magus’s Apprentice

Unfinished Ars Magica drabble

The small village on the outskirts of the faerie forest was, more or less, a peaceful place. The echoes of past large-scale cosmic wars resonated throughout the place, and to the Gifted ones, these echoes were harmful.

So it was that a child of eight, previously thought to be as UnGifted as any other, awoke screaming, crying out to the world to make it stop.

This young girl’s name was Amande, and she was in great pain.

Her parents, a farmer and his wife, had no idea how to help their daughter, so, against everyone’s best judgement, they called upon the old wizard in the tower. The tower was in the faerie forest, however the feeling of a new Gifted one was powerful enough to cut through even the worst of the faerie magic.

So the wizard came swiftly.

The fate of the girl was debated at length; the wizard wished to take the girl and teach her how to use her Gift, but the parents were afraid of that. What if she destroyed the village? The wizard let their fears vanish as he spoke a while about the dangers of an untrained maga, which would surely end in the village being destroyed sooner or later, whereas if she went with the wizard, no harm would be done, save for her absence.

In the end, the family conceded to the wizard’s wish, and Amande was no longer Amande, but an apprentice.

Amande cried out in pain, a pain which lessened as the wizard led her away from her home. She soon realized that she didn't even know the name of her new master, nor anything else about him, save that he was a wizard. As she opened her mouth to ask one of the questions she wanted answered, the wizard said, “Don't speak.”

They continued on in silence. When they reached the tower, Amande gasped. It was better than she had thought! She had thought it was a crumbling structure constantly under siege by the faeries, when in fact it was a sturdy, if worn structure, built of stone. Carved into the blue arched door was a strange symbol, which looked like two keys crossed. Amande had never seen that design before.

The wizard tapped on the door with his fist, as if he were knocking. The door unlocked itself and opened, much to the amazement of Amande. Did all wizards have the power to do that?

She walked inside. The door closed behind her, and as the wizard looked at them, the candles lit themselves.

“Welcome to my tower,” the wizard said. “My name is Elanirvidius, and I am your master now. May I know your name?”

“Amande,” the girl said immediately. “Are you really going to teach me magic? Am I going to be a wizard?” Her face was lit with childlike wonder.

“I am not a wizard, and neither will you be,” Elanirvidius said. “I am a magus, and you will also be one. And, yes, I will teach you magic.”

Amande let out an excited shriek. “When can I learn? Can I start now? How long do I have to wait?”

“First, I must Open your magic,” Elanirvidius said, sitting down in a chair. A little table immediately walked to him, bearing a glass filled with water and a well-thumbed book that had many bookmarks stuck in it. “That, I am afraid, takes some time.”

“So I won't learn magic now?” Amande’s bright expression faded.

“You will learn soon,” the magus said, then sipped the glass of water. “Please sit; you cannot be comfortable standing while I am not.”

Obediently, Amande sat on the softest chair she had ever sat on. It was better than standing, just as Elanirvidius had said. She asked, “How long do I wait?”

“It is late summer now,” Elanirvidius said quietly. “When autumn leaves turn red, you will be able to learn magic.”

“So…” she thought. “When the harvest comes?”

“Yes, I believe that is the time. Would you like me to show you the tower? An apprentice who does not know her and her master’s house is not much of an apprentice, after all.”

The tower possessed four floors. The first was the library and entry. The second was the laboratory, which was filled with all manner of strange projects that Elanirvidius kept Amande well away from. The third housed Elanirvidius’s room, a guest room, and the restroom, which appeared very magical indeed, as there was a basin there that filled itself with water, warm or cold, upon request, as well as a chamberpot that emptied itself. The fourth floor housed an observatory, as well as a smaller library that contained Elanirvidius’s personal notes and observations on many things, mostly the sky.

It was this magical tower that Amande now called home.

For the first season of her apprenticeship, Elanirvidius taught her how to read and write the language of magic. By the time her magic was Opened, she could read an entire spellbook, and could write a scroll.

On the day the autumn leaves turned red, Elanirvidius brought Amande up to the observatory, and asked her to look through the nearest of the three telescopes, and tell him what she saw.

She looked, and gasped. “It's magic!”

“It is time,” Elanirvidius said, “for you to learn magic.”

Amande studied the page Elanirvidius was showing her. It was written in the magic writing, which Amande knew fluently now. She read the words, then tried to understand them.

Search deep within yourself. It is there, waiting. It is your Gift. Welcome it, ask it to become part of you. Then, use it. Use The Gift to create light. If at first you don't succeed, try until you do. There is a light that shines in the darkness, and that light is you, Gifted one.

Amande followed the words’ instructions, and with the guidance of her master Elanirvidius, she created a floating orb of light that rested in her hands. She flung it up, and it rose, then fell down again, slowly and gently, to rest in her hands once more.

“Well done,” Elanirvidius said. “And your sigil is apparent also: gravity.”

That night, while Amande lay awake in bed conjuring lights, Elanirvidius dipped his pen, an emerald feather, into some black ink and wrote. He made special note of his apprentice’s sigil. Very few magi possessed a sigil that involved gravity, and those that had were known as great magi. Almost all of them had become archmagi, if that was a term that was applicable.

He finished writing, then rolled up the paper into a scroll and sealed it with purple wax inscribed with the mark of his House, two keys crossed.

He sent out the scroll, which was an official request for apprenticeship, then read Sigils: G to L, searching for gravity. He desired to know what exactly that sigil meant.

Dawn had just graced the village with its light, and the parents of Amande were woken by a loud tapping on their window. The cause was a bird carrying a letter in its talons.

They opened the window, read the letter, and rejoiced. Amande was well into her first year with the wizard, who she termed Magus Elanirvidius, and she had already learned very much. She had requested that the “magus” allow her parents to visit his tower so that they could check in with their daughter. He allowed this and welcomed them at any time.

So, the parents were quick to make their way to the tower of Elanirvidius.

“You came!” Amande said excitedly. “Do you like it? Do you? It's really nice here! And I can do magic now!” She conjured an orb of light, now second nature to her, and bounced it around as if it were a ball.

Her parents nodded. They were still quite shocked by how the door had opened as if by… magic. Now, too, their daughter was doing magic, and Elanirvidius had not shown himself yet. Where was he?

Amande created more orbs of light, throwing them around haphazardly. They all came back to her, no matter how far she tossed them. She aimed one, threw, then gasped as an ink vial spilled all over a paper. Oh no!

She rushed over and tried to fix it, but ended getting herself covered in ink. There was only one thing to do: tell her master.

She'd never been in her master's room since he'd given her the tour months ago. No room was forbidden to her, of course, but she had never felt the need to enter this room. Now she was.

Amande opened the door and called, “Elanirvidius, I spilled ink on a paper.”

Elanirvidius was not there.

Where in the world could he have gone? 

Amande checked everywhere in the tower, finding no trace of her elusive master. She returned to the library, then decided she would show her parents around. She did so with enthusiasm, but they were not so enthusiastic. She hoped that would change once Elanirvidius cane back.

Elanirvidius returned to the tower. He had met with one of the officials of his House, and they had dealt with the matter of Amande’s apprenticeship. It was decided that she was his apprentice, and so he would instruct her for fifteen years and take her to matters of importance, among other things.

He entered his tower to find two UnGifted people within—Amande had let her parents come. He observed the scene, his eyes coming to rest on the spilled ink vial, which had ruined a spell, One Key To Open Them All. Luckily, he had composed that just yesterday, so he recalled its formula very well. However, it was still ruined.

“Amande,” Elanirvidius said, “I believe I forbid throwing lights after last week’s incident.”

Last week, Amande had accidentally thrown a light orb through the ajar door to the laboratory, interrupting the ritual Elanirvidius was conducting. He had punished her accordingly, giving her a tricky reading assignment. Hidden within the pages of her book had been a quiz on formulaic magic, specifically pertaining to the orbs of light.

Clearly, she had not learned her lesson.

Amande apologized, but the matter of the spilled ink could not be resolved with words. Nor would a punishment work. So, Elanirvidius said, “Your actions have ruined my latest spell.”

He took the offending parchment and burned it in his hands. The ashes were swept away by a broom that sat in the corner.

“Leave,” he told Amande’s parents. They did so. With them gone, Elanirvidius continued. “Now, follow me. I have an important task for you.”

Her task was to assist in sorting the laboratory—the non dangerous part.

[katsukiboom]

Your Silhouette || IzuOcha

Hey guys! Today I’m bringing you this commission I did for the lovely @xpegasusuniverse​, thank you once more for all the love and support my dude! The prompt given was “the Dekusquad was going to see a movie as a group, but everyone ends up canceling at the last minute except Izuku and Ochako” - I hope you guys enjoy it as well! <3

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- Midoriya! Uraraka-san!

As they sat in class waiting for Aizawa to appear that Friday morning, both teens turned around from their small talk just in time to see a certain, usually serious blue-haired boy approach them through the small crowd of students gathered on the hallway with a slight frown adorning his expression - he seemed just a little bit sad and by what Uraraka could guess, it had something to do with their big plans for the night.

- I am so glad I finally caught up with you guys, - Iida said once he was by their side. He was a bit agitated as if he had run all the way from wherever he was, his cheeks just barely tinted red. – I… I’m so sorry, - he continued while dramatically wrapping an arm around Izuku’s shoulders and putting his free hand above his eyes, covering his glasses as well. Something about the whole thing didn’t seem ‘normal’ to Ochaco, but she attributed it to her surprise. – Aizawa-sensei needs me to run some errands for the upcoming festival, which unfortunately means I will not be able to join tonight’s meeting. I am sorry for the inconvenience; I hope you have a great time. – His short explanation was followed by a sigh, and she only smiled.

- It’s okay, Iida-kun, - she replied, one hand held in front of her as a gesture of understanding, - let’s make sure to do the next one when we’re all available!

But little did she know it was just the beginning of the day.

Next it was Tsuyu, who slipped a note to Ochaco’s desk in the middle of Present Mic’s class, her neat handwriting explaining that she would have to come back home for the night as something had happened with the babysitter and she’d have to take care of her siblings for the weekend; as she didn’t know when her mother would come pick her up, she had decided to stay in the dorms just in case she missed the timing. Ochaco was worried and thought that it must’ve been something quite important, but when she noticed her friend was smiling back at her and then gave a side glance to Iida’s desk the sensation that something was off started to form in her mind.

The last person to cancel was Todoroki, offering them little words about what was holding him back but Izuku seemed panicked when the dual-haired boy came up to them with a sulky face. – It’s just that I have a lot going on and it has left me a bit tired, - Shouto had said. - I think you two should get together anyways. It’d be such a shame to waste the tickets Iida got us.

It all seemed pesky.

- What do you think we should do? – A nervous Izuku asked Ochaco while they waited in line for lunch, both their minds analyzing the possibilities without the other one knowing. – I- I mean, I’m not sure if you’re comfortable with just the two of us going…

She didn’t reply right away, thankful that she was before him to get her meal and that he wasn’t able to see her cheeks turn red at the sound of those words. Alone with Deku? Did I win the lottery? – I’m okay with it as long as you’re okay too, Deku-kun, - she shyly replied, - we could go back to the dorms and change after classes end so we don’t have to deal with the uniforms, but we have to be super quick about it so we don’t come back too late.

With her back turned to him, she was unable to see the big grin that spread on his face.

The hours after that seemed to fly by, and in no time the bell that warned students about the end of the day; it was a quick trip to the 1-A dorms for the students and no one really suspected a thing when the pair bolted towards their respective rooms except for the three that had bailed out of the outing, whose understanding glances met at the same time as they shared an unspoken secret: it had all been just a ruse, a shortcut in the way of, hopefully, making the two lovebirds realize what they had been so oblivious to this whole time. Some might’ve argued that it was pushing the two into that position but truly their friends knew they were just quickening the inevitable, and with one last smile they all got into their own rooms as well.

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Izuku was the first one to get out of his, wearing a plain black shirt with a pair of washed-up jeans, a black jacket and his usual red sneakers, having cleaned them enough to glisten underneath the ceiling lights. He was satisfied with his looks to say the least but he still feared he’d feel underdressed, even if Ochaco wore something similar. ‘What if we accidentally wear matching clothes? Would she feel embarrassed by that?’ his mind started racing and his cheeks turned slightly red, but he tried to hide it as he made his way to the common room where Aoyama and Kaminari were playing with cards, their loud voices a dead giveaway that Aoyama was actually winning.

- Hey, Deku, going out somewhere fancy tonight? – Sero asked from the small kitchen there, a glass of water in his hand. His eyebrows were raised and his usual smile rested on his face, but this time it felt a bit more teasing than usual. From his side, Jirou watched with amusement.

- Yeah, actually, - Izuku started saying but he was cut off by the timid sound of heels behind him, and he was sure nothing in the world could’ve prepared him for what was coming: Ochaco was wearing a baby pink button-up with a flowy skirt to match and white sandals with kitten heels. She was holding a small purse and seemed to have put on minimal makeup, although to him she looked just as beautiful as ever. – He-h-hello Uraraka-san, - he muttered, fighting the urge to look at her outfit just one more time. – You look gre... good. You look really good, - he added with a nervous laugh.

That was all he could say and he wanted nothing more than to slap himself for not being able to fully express himself, but her gentle smile more than made up for his mistake. - You don’t look bad either, - she told him while blatantly ignoring the many surprised looks they were getting from their present classmates. – Are you ready? We should go now unless we want to miss the movie, - she added with a little sigh at the end and Izuku smiled back, feeling his confidence resurging as he let her lead the way.

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The way to the movie theater wasn’t as quiet as Izuku feared it would be; they talked about school, the upcoming festival and the holidays that would follow and their expectations for the night, and he was happy to see her just as excited as he was. – What was the name of the movie Iida bought the tickets for? – Ochaco asked just as they got to their destination, but before he could reply she found it while scrolling up their group chat in her phone. – O-oh, - she whispered, which made him feel just a tad uneasy. – It’s called Your Silhouette, - she explained as they walked inside the small venue, the volume of the chatting around them rising but still allowing them to talk normally through the noise. – It’s the latest film by Miyazaki; you know, the famous director. It’s got great reviews but it’s a romance movie, - she added, not taking her gaze off her phone, and he saw her cheeks turning red. – Are you still fine watching that together, Deku?

He thought about it for a second, taking his time to reply while scanning the different food options the place had to offer. – If Uraraka-san’s okay with it, - he finally replied, - then I’m okay as well. – Their eyes met and their hearts jumped as they smiled at each other. Izuku wondered when it had been the last time he had felt this comfortable being alone with a girl, but he knew it would be of no use to dwell on whatever he felt in the past and just decided to enjoy the night without caring about what would come after.

They bought two large sodas and only one bucket of sweet popcorn along with a bag of chips, as they had agreed that the movie would be too long for them to grab some dinner later. Feeling satisfied with their snacks, they headed to their designated auditorium and quickly found their seats – they were surprised to see that Iida had given them the only tickets that were located at the back of the room and that were in the two-seat row, giving them no option but to sit there just far enough from the rest of the movie-goers. Uraraka took the time before the movie started to make a quick trip to the bathroom and Izuku saw the chance to message one of his friends in search of answers.

‘It was all on purpose, right? Was this a set-up?’

His message was read almost instantly by Todoroki but he received no reply other than a wink face emoji, and he almost groaned loudly had it not been for the lights going down and the projection starting to run. Izuku was in the middle of texting his date to tell her to hurry up when a finger tapped on his shoulder, making him turn around abruptly; her round face was right behind him and the distance between them was shorter than usual, but when she whispered, - I’m back, Deku-kun, - he almost melted on the spot.

Carefully, he let her pass to the seat beside the wall, holding both sodas so that she didn’t accidentally spill anything. The movie started not long after, and as the whole room fell into silence only the munching noises could be heard around them. Taking a peek at the girl next to him, he saw her attentively watching the film as if she was trying to remember every line, which made him laugh silently yet caught her attention. – Is something wrong? – She mouthed, tilting her head to the side ever so slightly.

- Oh, no, it’s just that you looked so cute just now, - Izuku replied without really thinking, and didn’t notice until her eyes opened up like plates. It was too late to back down but he also didn’t want to lose the courage that had surfaced in his body, and instinctively reached out to grab her hand, giving it a little squeeze before pulling away and turning back to the movie. He seemed completely calm on the outside but his mind was reeling, telling himself that his impulse would cost him the friendship he held so dearly, but it was only a matter of time until he felt a soft touch against his arm again.

When he looked at her again, he saw her gleeful expression and her hand barely tugging at his jacket. Due to the darkened room and the constant lights flashing on her skin he wasn’t sure if she was blushing again, but maybe he didn’t need to know. – I think you look really handsome as well, Deku, - she said just loud enough for him to hear, and his heart skipped a beat yet again. Uraraka looked so innocent yet breathtaking, something only the atmosphere around them could cause, and he felt actually blessed to be able to take in such a scene.

They stood there, looking at each other before he slowly moved forward and she mirrored his actions, meeting him halfway and sealing their feelings for each other with a soft peck that lasted shorter than either of them would’ve liked. The film became the least of their worries as they melted into one another, his arm wrapping around her shoulders and keeping her glued to him for the rest of the date.

If anyone had walked in the room they would’ve seen only a silhouette of two people merged together, their hearts moving in sync after being released from their cages.

[jae-canikeepyou]

| drunken | j.jh

pairing: jaehyun x reader genre: fluff+ college au a/n: another scenario for y’all~ enjoy reading!

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he looked at your figure, all tired from the party his best friend had organised tonight. he had to bring you to his place since your apartment was far. actually, minhye convinced him to do that because johnny was too drunk to drive you both home; and minhye was not confident in driving despite receiving her license.

“can you bring her home?” minhye’s voice lingered in jaehyun’s head. “i’ll take a cab home with johnny.” she brought your drunken body over to him.

with you in his arms, he could still smell the perfume you wore. it was just as he remembered when he first laid eyes on you. correction; when you accidentally fell from a ladder and onto him whilst fixing decorations for an event at school. luckily enough you weren’t hurt. he did kind of save you back then. this time, he never thought he’d save you again. 

jaehyun had always been a good drinker. his friends discovered when he had around three bottles of soju, and still sober. they used him for that advantage, and he ended up being their driver club after club. at least they wouldn’t do anything stupid that might lead them to the station.

he placed you onto the seat next to him where he could keep an eye on you. he wouldn’t want someone to puke onto his new car his parents got him for graduation. being a gentleman was an instinct. you wore a dress that he never expected you to wear. he took off his blazer to cover you.

“you could’ve worn something less revealing.” he cleared his throat as his tinted ears slowly reddened. you slightly moved but still knocked out. 

he started the engine and began driving home. the night wasn’t getting younger anyway. 

jaehyun then pulled over onto his front yard, slowly carrying you into his apartment. once he done that, he placed you onto the sofa. his chest beated fast as if his heart wanted to come out. 

crap.. my crush is in my house.. she’s in my house.. y/n’s in my house! 

panicking as if his heart was about to burst out, he took out his phone to dial taeyong. he bit his inner lips as the other line continued to ring. “c’mon pick up dude..” he trailed off. a few rings more until his friend answered. 

“hey man! what’s up?” taeyong’s voice was jolly even at this hour. 

“what do you do when your crush is at your house?” jaehyun yet again bit his lips. 

“y/n’s in your house?” he asked the dimpled boy. 

“y-yeah she is.” jaehyun looked at your unconscious figure. “she got drunk. minhye told me to care for her.” 

“pffft.” taeyong cackled. “c’mon man it’s not the first time you’ve dealt with drunk people. i mean you took care of us idiots, hahaha.”

“ugh fine.” jaehyun rubbed his temples. “i’m hanging up.” 

he saw you moved to a comfortable position; you hugged one of his pillows. it was something he also had as a habit too. he loved looking at the sight of you despite being drunk. the long eyelashes, the curls of your hair and he found your mannerism; you pouted.

“you’re cute y/n.” jaehyun caressed your cheeks as he brought a strand of hair behind your ears.

he was about to fetch you a glass of water and a tiny bottle for hangover, but he felt breaths by his arms. he jolted at your figure next to him. “oh my g- you’re awake.” he didn’t get an answer. instead you cried and gave small whines as you clung onto him. jaehyun didn’t know what to do.

“minhye-ah! i think *hiccup* i’m in love with hyunjaeee.” 

who the heck is hyunjae?..

“hyunjae’s my crushhhh you know the guy with dimpppleeessss, tall and handsomeee!” you pointed at your cheeks.

oh.. she meant me..?

“hah? who’re youuuu? *hiccup* well you look like hyunjae’s frriiiennnd. can you tell him that he’s really cute when he smiless?”

jaehyun cracked up at the sudden misrecognition toward him. if you hadn’t been drunk he would’ve hugged you on the spot. however since you were, he chose not to as you wouldn’t remember anyway. “yes, i’m hyunjae’s friend. i’ll tell him that.”

“i think i’m gonna throw up.” he saw you wobbled as you tried to look for the toilet. jaehyun trailed from behind.

“it’s gonna be a long morning.” he checked his watch. 

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jaehyun was in queue at the coffee place when yuta came over to him. he nudged the guy after they had the last hour of the lecture. he drank his americano before sitting down. “something’s on your mind, i can tell.” 

“nah dude, it’s nothing.” jaehyun wiped the wet surface. 

“a person’s mind is always occupied. but yours is about her.” yuta poked the guy’s chest.

jaehyun’s eyes trailed off onto someone who had just walked past them with minhye. you rubbed your temples as your friend laughed, lining at the queue when it slowly moved forward. 

yuta decided to tease the younger lad, whom he’d been observing for the past minutes. “ooh the girl in white blouse sure is a hottie.” he looked at jaehyun, who glared at him for a while before looking back at you. yuta chuckled to himself. “so it is y/n, hm?” 

“y-yeah.” jaehyun cleared his throat. “um, hyung. she said something when she was at my house.” 

“oh? what’d she say?” doyoung soon came over by the two and sat. the older boys anticipated jaehyun’s next words. 

jaehyun has his lips agape, about to say something before he decided not to. “never mind. probably a drunken statement.” 

“really? but that’s when the truth starts to reveal.” doyoung said. “can’t be a mistake, can it? 

“i don’t know man.” 

“my guess? she confessed.” yuta tapped the guy’s shoulders as he left. “later dude.” 

not a little while after, minhye had left you for work and you spotted jaehyun alone at one table of the coffee place. you knew that you stayed at his place two nights ago but never really got the chance to thank him. all courage you have mustered up went away when jaehyun stood up to leave. 

you panicked a little when you had no idea when you would see him last. though he was at the same minor subject as you, the odds to meet him was not really.. in your favour. “jaehyun!” you called out. 

he looked back to the voice who called him, his eyes squinting at far distances and then he looked at you. shockingly though, he rushed over. “y/n? what’s up?” 

your hands fiddled endlessly, not a word said. jaehyun chuckled as he noticed your hands. “if you’re gonna thank me for helping your drunken self, it’s okay.” his dimples showed.

“well, yeap.” you popped your lips. “is there anything i can do to return the favour?” you giggled in embarrassment. 

“can i take you out for dinner?” his ears quickly went red as his eyes trailed off.

“that’d be nice.” you smiled, only to be smiling more when his hands held yours.

he was someone you had your eyes on for a while. you took an interest on him as he was pushed to sing at the stage of a little restaurant downtown. at the time you didn’t really know him, not until minhye invited you to a party who somehow was jaehyun’s best friend. and that was a year ago. maybe things could change now. just maybe. 

jaehyun brought you to the same restaurant you had seen him for the first time. the atmosphere brought nostalgia, where minhye pointed to the guy with dimples, shipping you already even if you hadn’t been introduced to each other.

a chair was pulled out for you to sit, with jaehyun opposite from you. “so uh, anything you want?” he flipped through the pages of the menu. 

i kinda want your number..

he brought out his palms, gesturing you to hand your phone. 

“ah shucks, i spoke out my thoughts.” you bit your lips, your hands reached for your bag and gave him the phone. 

he only smiled, which made you worried about how he thought of you. “it’s alright. i like surprises. kinda how someone sends a wrong message and it makes your day.” he took your phone and dialed digits. “here you go.” 

“this is embarrassing.” you mumbled. “anyway, thanks for uh.. you know, helping my drunken self haha.” 

“no worries y/n. you don’t remember anything from that night?” he asked.

“nah, completely blurred out jaehyun.” you rested your chin into your palms. 

“i got a video if you’re curious.” he laughed. 

“nonono. i don’t wanna see it.” you waved your hands. 

“really? you were cute though.” he scrolled to look for the video, only to be stopped when your hands held his. “okay okay. i’m kidding. but you did say something that i won’t forget.” 

“tell me it isn’t something crazy.” you sighed.

“you did confess you were crazy for someone.” he teased. “‘hyunjae’s my crush you know the guy with dimples, tall and handsome.’” 

you felt heat spread across your face, fanning yourself as if it would help you cool down. whether he was telling the truth or not, it was enough proof that your feelings for him was revealed that night. 

jaehyun laughed at your state. his hands held yours, intertwining to get your attention. “but hey, it gets crazier.”

“what?” you asked.

“i’m crazy for you too.”

[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

One Night Only 2, Part 6

A/N: This one is a flashback from ONO 1 only it's from Erik's perspective. For @muse-of-mbaku

---

Twenty-three days had passed since Erik had seen Y/N and he was in Ontario, Canada backstage with a cup of hot water, lemon, and honey as he listened to the crowd of thousands. A cough drop rolled on his tongue as he waited. The opening act was a young duo who needed exposure. They definitely had the talent. They performed their asses off living in their moment and he smiled at the energy they brung. The crowd was really feeling them.

(Y/N) I miss you

The message on his phone screen was the same one that had been there for the past twenty days. It may as well have been his screensaver at this point. For the eighteenth time in the day alone, he re-read the three small words in the nearly empty text thread. He could imagine Y/N's voice in his head telling it to him. He could still hear her, thinking of when she yelled after him in the airport. The memory always made him smile.

Don't respond, he told himself. She needs this time to develop who she is and you'll only become her crutch if you respond now.

The truth of the matter was usually enough to get him to put the phone down.. This time, however, despite his best efforts, his thumb hovered on the screen ready to respond. He typed four words before he stopped himself, deleting them character by character. Be strong. You can make it.

Whether he was thinking about her or himself, he wasn't sure, but he knew if he texted her now, they'd never stop talking. She'd never get the opportunity to move on and to grow alone. She'd gone from relationship to depression to relationship. She needed time to live with just herself so that she could discover herself without anyone else's input and find out what it meant to live for only one person, chasing her own dreams and desires.

For her own good, he had to ignore her.

The performance ended with a howl of screams and applause for the duo. The dramatic shift occurred where the music for Erik's set came in and the crowd went wild. It was time for Erik to go on, they were calling for him.

This is for you, he thought darkening the phone screen and running out onto the stage jumping with the mic in his hand.

From now on, everything I do is for you.

---

Ontario, Montreal, Vegas, New Orleans, Atlanta, Houston, Chicago, London, Bucharest, Rio, Lima, Brasilia, Lagos, Accra, Nairobi, Cape Town, Johannesburg, LA, Detroit, Anchorage.

Another stop, another city, another set with him pouring everything out on stage and exhausting himself, sweaty but satisfied. More nights with women throwing their bras and thongs onto the stage and coming backstage.

He's sure to wink at a few women when their eyes meet as he's performing. Their cameras are on him and he knows they'll go back and look at the footage later especially if they plan to post it somewhere. He gives one young lady with long blonde braids the mic watching her finish his lyrics as he bobs his head along with her. The moment in the car with Y/N when his song came on the radio comes to mind as he grins throwing the girl a t-shirt. He must've done that in four different cities. Everytime.. he had to smile because he couldn't stop seeing and hearing Y/N in those girls. He kissed one girl on the cheek and she almost passed out. He had to catch her and hold her for a second until she was okay.

Backstage meets were full of loyal fans, some down to earth and some a little crazy. He could always pinpoint the ones who felt entitled to him simply because they paid for a backstage pass. He was cordial with them, but he refused to put up a front to satisfy their expectations of him. He was Erik Stevens, a nigga from Cali.. and this puffed up image of him that the media sold was just that, puffed up. The ones who could vibe without demanding a performance of a character were the ones he preferred to mix with backstage.

He gave handshakes, dapped up, and hugged those who came on equal footing as souls connecting to the music. He fucked the ones who came as groupies, their love for his music so strong it transferred onto him. Some of them had been attracted to him from day one to the point they actually started listening to his music because of it. Some of them, their intentions from the very beginning were simply to have sex with someone famous. He gave them what they wanted. He fucked them all.. if they were attractive. 

He didn't fuck the women with those bright hopeful eyes though nor did he fuck the ones with sad eyes. There could only be one of those for him now. Every time a woman looked up at him like he was her hero it only served as a reminder of that fateful day that forever changed the way he thought about love.

---

"It's been five months... The fuck is she doing," Erik snapped.

He'd long been off tour and yet Y/N hadn't come. He clearly recalled asking her to come to him when they were together. He thought she would. He'd hoped that she would. He wanted her face to be the one he saw once his tour had ended. He wanted her in his bed and in his house. Alas, she had not arrived.

"She doing her.. Ain't that what you told her to do," Corey replied smartly over the phone.

He did, but he ain't expect it to take this long. It had been TOO long. She should've found him when his tour was over. He could've been helping her right now instead of talking to this nigga over the phone. Well, he could still help her... and matter of fact, he would.

He floated her name to a few people in his circle in hopes that they could scout or create opportunities for her. Anything that he could do without overstepping or making it obvious.

---

Nine months and he was still waiting on the woman who'd come into his life and turned it inside out. He read her text message again. It was starting to feel like a fever dream, their time together. It was like living months without his heartbeat. He'd been reduced to checking her social media accounts that he'd gotten hold of regularly just to get glimpses of her, making sure she was doing well. He'd created a separate account just do he could follow her and lurk without her knowing. This way, he didn't have to sweat over accidentally double tapping or hitting the heart. He could also view her lives without his name appearing. This eased his mind because he felt closer to her, but it still was not close enough. He was happy to see her coming into her own gradually and he loved the glimpses into her life, but he wanted to be part of it.

The day finally came when he saw her pictured with another nigga, light skin with freckles like an old banana. Who was that nigga? He dug through the comments and looked for any tags following them until he found the profile. James Porleau.

Porleau. His lip twisted in irritation scrolling through the man's account... also known as Jimmy.

Well fuck you, Jimmy, he thought as he scrolled. He went back to the photo of them together. They'd both posted it and it set off red flags in his mind. Stop it, he told himself. She needs this, and how many women have you fucked? Let her get it out of her system. 

That was until a week later he saw that her IG account was suddenly on private and that blew him. Wrong move, babe. Luckily his fake account was already following her so he could still see her posts.

"Corey tell her take her Instagram off private. Can't nobody like or enjoy her shit if they can't access it."

"I ain't even know it was on private.. how'd you know? Damn you a stalker for real, huh?"

"I'm just checking on her."

"Riiight," Corey drags, "... You musta seen Jimmy," he chuckles.

"Who is he anyway?" It wasn't worth pretending he hadn't.

"A placeholder.... She misses you but she need dick to keep her warm at night and you not here. I keep telling you to just pop up on her. That nigga would disappear real quick."

"I can't. She's in her zone right now, growing, and if I pop up she might get distracted. This is all healthy for her...I just don't like that nigga." Looking at the two of them together made him uneasy. "I'm a look into him to make sure. Just to be safe."

"Nigga," Corey laughed on the other end.

"I'm serious."

"They not. They just fuckin around."

---

Fuckin around. Who fucks around like this for months? Y/N and Jimmy seemed to be going strong and there was nothing in Jimmy's past that Erik could hold up or frown on. He was a lawyer and a decent guy it seemed. Inside, he was conflicted. He didn't want them together because it made his heart burn, but at the same time she WAS his heart and he was glad she wasn't alone. There were five photos with him and Y/N together. He swallowed his emotions and continued to scroll.

He could see pictures posted at Corey's engagement party. The shoes he'd bought. He rolled his eyes still not believing he'd bought a grown man's shoes. Mostly, he'd scrolled the feed to get glimpses of Y/N. She looked as beautiful as ever and despite the turmoil boiling in his gut due to the fact that she was still too far away, he was glad to see she had a big smile on her face where she was. 

He felt like a fan.

---

"She quit her job," Corey blurted when Erik answered the phone. Erik had just left a meeting with his manager and PR person to discuss some of his most recent behavior. He'd cussed out a white guy who'd bought backstage passes and wasn't satisfied because Erik didn't cater to him. The guy tried to force Erik to pay more attention to him but Erik refused to be treated like a toy. The guy deserved worse than the few choice words he got and Erik made that known when he refused to apologize or do anything to make the situation go away. He simply didn't care. 'Figure it out. I'm not doing shit,' he'd told them before storming out.

"She q-.. Is that good or bad? She need money?"

"Nigga. Who don't need money?"

"I'll say it like this.. Is she in danger of losing her apartment or not eating?"

"Nah nah.. Nah, never that. She getting money from her social networking. She one of them influencers now."

"Oh damn.. Is she happy?"

"Oh yeah. She happy as hell, her lil pickle head ass dancing all over the living room right now."

"She don't know you talking to me right?"

"She in there with Anaya not thinking about my ass. See, “BIG OL FREAK, BIG BOOT BIG OL TREAT.. see they ain't paying no attention."

"Nigga, I slid you that track in secret because you were a Megan fan, damn! Don't make me regret it! It ain't out yet... I gotta get my verse together."

---

The day came where Y/N finally released her own original music, music she'd written and arranged herself. He sat in his Ferrari 488GTB with his phone connected by bluetooth and the music playing through his speakers. He'd been waiting a year to hear her song and now that the time had come,  he rested his head against the headrest and let the sound caress his ears. Her soulful, smooth, and angelic voice rode the beat with precision. With the volume up and the sound enveloping him, it felt like she was there and singing directly to him. This about me, he thought with a lazy smile listening to her words. That nigga couldn't make her feel like this.. and I know it ain't about her ex.. Nah, it's definitely about me. The thought had him replaying it and for the next week it was his go to song. He knew every word and could sing it. He often did when he was alone.

From singing covers to her own original music, she'd taken large strides. He was impressed and proud that she'd worked hard to carry out her vision to accomplish her dream. He could not stop grinning whenever he heard her song... and then he heard it in public. He was out and about and he heard it, it was brief, but enough for him to recognize it. His stomach was leaping. He looked around for the source, but it had been so quick. That's my baby. His chest was swelling, heart full. That's when he knew for a fact she'd made it.

---

Erik witnessed the success of her EP and bragged on her where he could, of course not to the point of it being loud or widespread enough for it to get back to her. He was careful not to tempt her into cutting off her progress for some haphazard reunion. Of course, he was still fuckin groupies left and right.

He saw the explosion in her social media for himself, her verified side account so that her main could be reserved for her inner circle. He saw all the plays she got on Pandora, Spotify, iTunes, and YouTube. He could finally Google her and see her on multiple platforms. She was linked to him. Their names were still used together, but she was standing alone as well.

She'd gotten fans and followers. Lotta comments and likes. Aight now.. Drake.. back the fuck up. Along with her fame came the thirst. Hella niggas were liking her pictures and leaving random emojis.

"Ayo Corey, tell me something. I need an update. What's she doing? What she need?"

"I remember her saying she need a signed jersey from Steph Curry. She's really been into basketball lately for some reason. She'd love that."

"How bout I send this size 12 foot up ya ass?"

"You still violent as ever, I see. Ornery... You been getting any cheeks?"

"Groupie pussy don't hit the same."

"Not when you've had that number one superfan pussy!"

"Don't remind me. That bitch was crazy."

"But her pussy was fire wuh'nit?"

"She was fuckin crazy. You almost got sniped for that, sending me crazy bitches. You lucky I been in therapy for so long."

"How was I supposed to know the bitch was nuts, she seemed normal to me, I just thought she was a nice lady."

"Nah. I knew something was off. Shouldn't have fucked her."

"Can't unfuck her, but you can hire extra security."

"Nah. If she come around, I'm a handle her."

"Careful E... you soundin like the old you. I know you wanna keep control n'shit."

"Oh I'm in control. I got security, but if she push me they can't protect her from me but for so long."

"Remember she a woman. Though she a bitch, she a bitch with titties.. I guess you supposed to be more gentle.. because of the titties..."

"Yeah well she ain't finna have no titties fuckin wit me. I was taught to believe in equal rights of the sexes."

Click.

Hm? He hung up. Must've been Anaya or someone who walked in.

---

Erik had seen Corey's wedding photos and short clips and through he didn't comment, he congratulated him ans sent a gift. He lurked Y/N's social media catching up on her photos and videos. He was beginning to forget what she tasted like, but when he stared at her through his screen ge could imagine. He was a ghost haunting her pages. He'd become the very thing he'd warned her against. He was stuck on her.

She hadn't posted yet. Every time he scrolled, it was like Russian Roulette. He had to continuously remind himself to check that he was using the lurking account and not his actual account. Also, he was never sure what he'd find. Sometimes the content filled him with intense pride and joy, but sometimes it hurt. That nigga still seemed to be close to her and it got under his skin. She was supposed to fuck around with him and move onto another one, but this nigga was consuming ALL the time that Erik was sacrificing.

He wanted to get on her live.. it was an impulse whenever he visited her page and she had one. THE NIGGA WAS IN THE LIVE. Given, he wasn't the only one there, but still. Erik's jaw tightened and his eyes shut tightly putting the phone against his forehead before putting it away. He needed to think of something different. He needed to go on with his busy ass day.

---

Another year had officially passed.

Pictures posted of Y/N with her and the Corey's baby smiling and glowing living their best fuckin life. Erik didn't want to be bitter, but he couldn't hello that part of him felt bitter. He was lonely. He could see Corey was happy and flexin with Anaya. He'd found a good thing.

Erik wanted to be happy like that, but he couldn't and it wasn't for lack of trying. No matter how many models he went through, how many groupies he fucked, he was still lonely. He laid in bed with other girls as they were passed out from all the sex, scanning through Y/N's pictures. He still had that photo he'd taken when they were in bed together and he was flipping off the camera. It felt like ten years ago instead of two, but emotionally it still felt like yesterday.

Don't know what you're doing off camera.. Wonder what you're doing and if you really moved on..

I sound insecure right now.

Put the phone down. Turn the phone off.

24 hours. Erik kept it off.

The next morning when Erik turned him phone on, his manager had a lot to say. The main thing being, "You ain't answer your phone."

Erik laughed dryly having just gotten chewed out. What could he say?

"It died," he lied. "What'd you wanna say tho?"

---

Typically, Erik could distract himself and push his feelings aside, but he'd seen something this time that he couldn't push aside in his mind. It was a photo of Y/N and that nigga kissing on the lips, the caption: 'I love this man.'

She'd dropped the L word and Erik couldn't breathe. He looked at the phone staring from the word to the picture. It was a punch in the stomach. Had he been waiting on her in vain? Had she chosen this banana faced bitch? Had she really decided to be with him?

Erik had to sit down. He laid down the phone and gripped at his face which was hot, dragging his cheeks down with his palms, fingers sliding down his face. Facepalm. Her with this nigga AGAIN. He wanted to cry.

They ain't look bad together and that seemed to be a popular consensus based on the comments. It made his eye twitch.

He sighed deeply, his jaw tightening. His head felt like it would pop. She was raising his blood pressure and he had to breathe, blinking as he stared at nothing to calm himself. It didn't look like they were just fuckin. They were entirely too close, spending too much time together to say there were no feelings and now he knew. She loved him.

He stood abruptly pacing the floor of his living room. His ear itched at the entire situation and he scratched wildly in irritation releasing his frustration in a loud, "FUCK."

He needed to jog. Stopping short, he decided fuck jogging, he'd hit the bag. In his home gym, he paced and punched the body bag until his fists went numb with pain to match the confusing and excruciating feeling in his heart. He fell to the floor onto his back, sweat covering his face as he tried to shut down his racing mind, chest heaving.

One time. He'd allow himself to see her one time. He had to see her up close even if it was a goodbye. He looked her up to see her next performance. It was at a club called Sapphire. He laid there on the ground thinking of her song and all the times he'd played it. He was starting to think he was wrong about who she was singing to all along.

---

The performance went without a flaw while Erik stood in the back of the crowded club with his hood pulled up, listening with his ears and saying goodbye with his heart. If she wanted him, he'd fight, but if she wanted that other nigga and he truly made her happy, he'd let her go.

The entire performance, he wished her the best, still more excited for her than anyone when she got nothing but applause and positive feedback. He wanted badly to walk up and grab her hand just to confirm that his eyes still held power over her, her heart, and her knees... but he resisted. He'd have stayed longer, but when he started to get recognized, it became a problem

The first woman to recognize him gaped, her mouth and eyes wide. He signaled for her to be quiet with his finger over his lips. When the third person recognized him, it was time to go. He had to leave before word got out that he was there.

---

"Nigga, you are dumb as hell. Them pictures don't mean shit. They ain't even together no more. You depressed for what?"

"I'm not depressed, I'm working."

"This would all be solved if you'd bring ya ass over here then you'd see for yourself... You should've approached her at the club. She'd have lost her fuckin mind and been with you right now, but y'all both wanna be stubborn."

"Well then if that's true... I'm not gonna rush her or or cut off her relationship. I've BEEN ready. I'm just waiting on her. When she's ready she'll come."

"You finna be waiting a decade."

"Aye.. So be it."

There was a strain that Erik could hear. Corey was the middle point and he was trying hard to keep the two of them connected but there was only so much he could do. Erik felt his frustration, but his resolve was strong.

"..UUUUUGH, Y'ALL GET ON MY DAMN NERVES," Corey groaned.

---

3 months passed and Erik was with his lawyer, manager, and producer reworking contracts that would be re-signed. Apparently, his lawyer was peeping shit he missed, earning his check. Erik figured he'd need a new producer soon. This one was sheisty and he didn't wanna have to threaten him or worse. It was best to work with someone else and this lawyer seemed to be doing well with determining the producer's breach of contract making it void.

"One second," Erik put a finger up walking out of the conference room. Typically, he would never walk out of a meeting that serious, but he saw a name on his screen with a new message from a number that hadn't contacted him in two years.

Holding his breath, he opened it.

(Y/N) I'm in Cali can we meet

@imaginewhoever @goddessofthundathighs @panthergoddessbast @thadelightfulone @misspooh @marvelmaree @youreadthatright @forbeautyandlife @theunsweetenedtruth @bidibidibombaclaat @myboyfriendgiriboy @dameshaemonique @blackpantherimagine   @vikkidc @hidden-treasures21 @mysidefanting @hold-me-like-a-heart-beat @syndrlla97 @winteroflife @thotyana-in-this-hoe   @texasbama @gingerylimonte @princessstevens   @magic-madness-heavensin @wawakanda-btch @scrumptiouslytenaciouscrusade @wakanda-inspired @blackgirloneshots @thegucciwaffle @thiccdaddy-mbaku @drsunshine97 @purplehairgawdess @trevantesbrat @indigoxsummers @cccccx1   @dynastylnoire @iamrheaspeaks @blowmymbackout @fonville-designs @they-call-me-le @theblulife @raysunshine78 @sheisexcellent @blackpinup22

[the--sad--hatter]

Name Calling (17)

FANDOM - MARVEL MCU

PAIRING - BUCKY X READER (female reader, no physical descriptions)

WARNINGS - ALL OF THEM, SMUT, VIOLENCE ANGST

DESCRIPTION -  In which the ongoing and bloody war of words between you and Bucky turns in your favor when a disgruntled one night stand of his lets slip a secret when you run into her in the elevator… Now you have all the ammunition you need to destroy your enemy but you don’t plan on killing him quickly. Oh no, Bucky Barnes was going to suffer and you were going to enjoy every second. You just didn’t count on how much you would enjoy it.

MASTERLIST

Chapter Seventeen - Puzzle Pieces 

There was a steady drumbeat that woke you, you tried to open your eyes to tell whoever it was to knock it off but it was too bright and you quickly squeezed your eyes closed, hissing in annoyance at the stupid sun. The drumbeat carried on and you belatedly realised it was inside your head, sending a fresh wave of throbbing pain through your skull every few seconds.

You moaned lowly and shifted slowly, trying to manoeuvre you head under the pillow but you were trapped. You gradually became aware of an arm slung over your waist, trapping you in place and your eyes shot open in alarm. Wincing at the brightness you waited for your eyes to adjust. When they did you looked around, this wasn’t your bed, this wasn’t your room. Where the hell were you?

You twisted your head around to look behind you at the person who was holding you tightly and blinked in surprise. Darcy was spooning you, her eyes screwed tightly shut and soft rhythmic snores falling from her open mouth. You grimaced and tried to sit up, accidentally knocking Wanda’s head off your lap. Wait, Wanda was in the bed?

You nervously peered around, thankfully there was nobody else on the bed but Natasha was curled up on an armchair in the corner of the room, fast asleep. It took you a few minutes but you managed to piece together the scene. This was Wanda’s room, Natasha and Darcy were still wearing their party dresses from last night, Wanda was wearing red pyjamas and you were wearing…. A tuxedo?

You crawled off the bed, stopping in fright when you accidental kicked Wanda in the face but she only rolled over and carried on sleeping and you breathed a sigh of relief and continued to make your escape. As soon as you were standing upright you seriously considered just getting back into the bed. You felt weak, like you hadn’t had food or water in days and yet as soon as the thought of food crossed your mind your stomach started turning and nausea had you running/stumbling for the bathroom.

Ten minutes later and after sticking your head under the tap you tiptoed out of Wanda’s bedroom, leaning on the walls for support as you very very slowly made your way towards the kitchen. You needed to find someone who knew what had happened because you had absolutely no idea whatsoever. The last clear memory you had was of kissing Bucky.

You stopped in the hall and nearly toppled over. Bucky. Kissing. You and Bucky had kissed. Resisting the urge to slap some sense into yourself you tried to remember what had happened after that. You had flashes of Blonde hair and muscles and the taste of something sweet and honeyed. Oh God. God of Thunder to be precise. You must have gotten to try Thor’s mead.

You were hungover. You had gotten blackout drunk.

You desperately resumed your quest for the kitchen, needing more than ever to find somebody who could tell you what had happened. Your alcohol soaked brain finally remembered the way and after only one wrong turn and a detour past the gym you made it into the kitchen. Sam was sat at the counter, nursing a cup of coffee.

“Sam! Oh thank god, you have to help me.” You whisper shouted and threw yourself dramitically into his arms.

“Whoa, what’s wrong?”

“I’m hungover.” You lamented, a little teary eyed.

The heartless bastard snorted in amusement.

“It’s not funny, I think somethings really wrong with me. Maybe my Super Soldier Serum reacts badly with alcohol, I think I’m dying.” You sniffled.

“Oh baby, you’re not dying. It just feels like you are. The first hangover is always the worst.” He assured you, trying and failing to hide the smirk on his face.

“But I can’t remember anything about what happened, it’s all blank. My head feels like somebody is scooping my brain out with a blunt knife and my stomach feels all wrong. I can’t stop shaking.” You told him, holding out your trembling hand to illustrate.

“Trust me, that’s normal. I don’t feel so hot myself. Of course I’m a little more used to it and I didn’t get one taste of Thor’s mead and drink the entire flask.” He snorted.

“I did what?”

“Don’t worry, Thor thought it was hilarious.”

“Least of my worries Sam, least of my worries. What else did I do?” You asked with trepidation.

“I’m not sure, check your twitter account. Most of the highlights are on that.” He said with a shrug.

“My… My what?”

“You don’t remember that either? Darcy and that Parker kid convinced you to sign up for social media.” Sam explained, patting your pockets and pulling out your phone.

He unlocked it and after a few clicks turned the screen round to show you. Sure enough you were logged into ‘Twitter’ as…

“Baby-Stark-Do-Do-Do-Do-Do-Do?” You questioned.

“That was Parkers idea. Don’t ask, you don’t want to know the answer.”

You scrolled down the posts with a growing sense of shame. There were pictures and videos galore. You pressed play on one of the videos to see yourself being dancing to Mr Roboto with Iron Man. That video was especially popular. There was a picture of you mid arm wrestling match with Steve, thankfully there wasn’t a video of that, you’d be fucked if you’d revealed to the world you could hold your own with Captain America in strength.

“The Falcon is my favourite Avenger for anyone who was wondering, he’s the best looking and coolest!” You read out loud.

“They do say drunk people are honest.” Sam shrugged and tried to look innocent.

“Sam this is so bad, my dad is probably going to kill me.” You whined.

“I wouldn’t worry about that.” Sam said, taking your phone and clicking on Tony’s twitter profile.

Tony had retweeted a photo of you Dj’ing with an Iron Man helmet on your head with the caption ‘She parties like a Stark! So proud!’.

“None of this explains why I’m wearing a tuxedo or why I woke up in bed with Wanda and Darcy.” You pointed out, stealing Sam’s coffee.

“Can’t help you there but I have so many questions.” Sam said.

You didn’t answer, as soon as you’d tasted the coffee you moaned loudly and drained it like a vampire tasting blood for the first time. Maybe Clint was on to something when he drank it straight from the pot. Sam rolled his eyes and got up to make more.

“Where is everyone else?” You questioned, really wondering if he knew where Bucky was.

“Still sleeping probably. Steve and Buckinator are gone.” He said casually.

“Gone? What do you mean gone? Gone where, gone why?” You yelped.

“They left in the middle of the night. Steve said something about supporting Bucky.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, I wasn’t exactly sober myself.”

“Did Bucky say anything?” You pressed.

“No, last time I saw Bucky you two were screaming at each other in the corridor.” He told you.

Oh no. This was bad. This was very very very bad. What had you done?

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After sneaking back into Wanda’s room to leave bottles of water and painkillers on the bedside unit for them and lamenting that aspirin couldn’t do a damn thing for you, you decided you needed to retrace your steps from last night to try and figure out what had happened. Bucky’s phone was switched off, as was Steve’s and you were growing more frightened by the second.

Still clad in the ill fitting tux you made the arduous trek downstairs to the floor where the party had been held, hoping to trigger some memories. There were cleaners milling about, bagging up all the evidence and you smiled politely at them as you made your way through the large room.

Nothing in your memories was shaking loose as you teetered around the room shakily and you sighed heavily, ready to give up and try something else when you spotted somebody on the bouncy castle. There was a dark haired man lying on it with his back to you. You crept over and leaned in curiously.

“Hello?” You called.

He sat up rapidly and groaned, holding his head in his hands. He glanced over his shoulder at you and did a double take.

“Oh hey! It’s you!” He exclaimed.

“Scott? What are you doing?” You enquired.

“I was at your party, I’m Scott Lang. You know, Ant Man?”

“Scott we’ve met like twice before.” You reminded him, holding out your hand to help him climb off the bouncy castle.

“Yeah but I wasn’t sure if you remembered me, you were really busy.” He said, accepting your hand and clambering down to stand beside you.

“Trust me, you make an impression.” You laughed.

“Sorry.”

“No, a good one.” You assured him.

“You look as bad as I feel, only with more shame and regret.” He noted.

You sighed heavily and sat down on the edge of the castle and he perched next to you with a patient and open expression.

“I think I fucked up, badly.” You admitted.

“Wanna talk about it? I know a lot about shame and regret.” He offered.

“I don’t know if I can explain it. Ok, there’s somebody here, on the team. We don’t get along and I kind of betrayed them a teeny bit but last night we made progress, really good progress. Great progress actually. But I think I got drunk and messed it up and now he’s gone and I don’t know if I can fix it because I don’t know what I did.” You rambled.

Scott looked a little overwhelmed.

“Wow. Ok, that is a lot more information that I was expecting.”

“Yeah.”

“Well if we can figure out what you did, you think you can try and fix things? That doesn’t sound too complicated. I bet we can do this, you just need to try and remember what happened.”

“I’ve been trying. That’s why I’m down here.” You explained.

“What’s the last thing you remember?” He asked.

“Um, Thor I think? Sam said I drank all the Asgardian mead.” You admitted ruefully.

Scott blinked at you in awe.

“Well that’s a start. Hey lets ask around, the more you can piece together about what happened the better your chances of remembering.” He suggested.

“We? You wanna help?” You asked.

“Sure, it’ll be fun. Probably.” He smiled goofily.

“Besides, every great detective needs a sidekick. Sherlock and Watson, Inspector Gadget and penny… That’s all the examples I have. Come on.” He said, walking off with a spring in his step.

You sighed and shrugged. You didn’t have any better ideas so you got up and followed him.

“Wait, which one of us is the sidekick in this scenario?” You asked.

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“Well that doesn’t look good...” You remarked.

There was a fist sized hole in the corridor wall. You placed your fist into it but it was clearly made by someone with much bigger hands. Sam had said you and Bucky were arguing in the corridor last night and whatever you had said to him, it looked like it was bad enough he’d punched the wall.

“Hey, there’s another one over here.” Scott called to you from further down the corridor.

You went over to him and saw what he was pointing at. There was a large crack in the plaster, much much bigger than a fist. In fact, it was similar in size to you. You looked behind you and saw that the hole was parallel to the stairs. A fuzzy memory began to play in your head and you pulled your shirt up. Sure enough there were fading bruises along your side.

“Uh, I think I may have tried to use Caps shield as a sledge to go down the stairs.” You admitted with a blush.

“Cool!” Scott exclaimed and then looked at the hole in the wall again.

“Or maybe not so cool.” He decided.

“Very not cool.” You agreed with a wince as you remembered hurtling down the steps and into the wall.

“But hey, at least you remembered something. This is working! Let’s keep going!”

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The next piece of the puzzle to be solved was in the lab where Banner was working. As soon as he saw you he backed away.

“Are you sober?” The doctor asked you nervously.

“Yes? Why?” You asked.

“Because last night you asked me if you could fight the Hulk and film it. You said Vernichtung Vs The Incredible Hulk would be the greatest death match in history.” Bruce explained.

“I mean, it kind of would.” Scott said while the colour drained from your face.

“I am so sorry Bruce! I would never do that, I swear.” You protested.

“It’s ok, I think you were joking. Besides, I’m pretty sure Darcy put the idea in your head.” He said placatingly.

You were still horrified as you remembered asking Thor if he wanted to referee the fight. You hurriedly apologised to Bruce and fled the lab, your face burning. Scott waved bye to Banner cheerily and ran after you.

“Where to next?” He asked.

“Far away from Bruce.” You said as your feet led you back to the kitchen.

Sam had left and now Clint was perched on the counter drinking coffee. You snatched to pot from his hands and started chugging it.

“Whoa, rude.” Clint snapped.

“Did I do anything last night you wanna tell me about? Steal your bow and pretend I was Merida or something equally stupid?” You groaned.

“No, nothing like that. Well you did ask if I kept animals on the farm and cried for ten minutes when I said I had chickens and phoned my wife to ask her to let you say hi to them.” Clint told you with a snort.

Now that he mentioned it you did sort of remember Laura Barton inviting you to come and see the chickens for yourself and meet the children.

“Oh yeah. Wanda and I are coming to your farm for the weekend.” You admitted.

“I know, the kids are excited.”

“Well, that’s not so bad.” Scott remarked.

“Yeah, at least I didn’t bodily injure myself or challenge him to a fight.” You agreed.

“I don’t want to know, yet I kind of do.” Clint said and Scott hurriedly filled him in while you smooshed your head into your arms on the counter.

“WANDA!” You shrieked, startling both the men.

You wish you had thought of this sooner, you could have saved yourself some time. You rushed away at a faster pace than your body could handle and had to stop in the hall to lean against the wall and rest.

“Wanda I want my memories back.” You yelled, storming into her room.

She was sat on the edge of the bed and you noticed Darcy and Natasha were gone as the witch looked up at you in fear and alarm.

“Your memories? You can’t!” She protested.

“What? Why? I need to figure out what happened last night. Can’t you just… you know?” You asked, imitating the hand gestures she used.

“Last night? Oh, uh I can’t do that. It doesn’t work like that I am afraid.” She informed you, colour returning to her face.

“Ugh. Can you at least remember anything that happened? Any arguments I may have gotten into or something I might have to apologise for?” You asked hopefully.

“I remember very little after karaoke I’m afraid Sestra.” She told you apologetically.

“After what now?”

“You mean you don’t have any recollection of singing?” She said with an evil smirk.

“Oh no. Just tell me.” You whined, throwing yourself onto the bed face down.

“You gave a very emotional performance of Bad Romance.” She sniggered.

“Please just kill me.” You begged.

“If it makes you feel any better, Darcy sang ‘I Touch Myself’ to The captain.”

“You know what, that does make me feel better.”

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You tracked down Scott who was still in the kitchen, his head in the fridge.

“Wanda can’t help, though she did give me the rundown of my short lived pop career.” You informed him with a sigh.

“Don’t look so down, we’re making great progress.” He told you through a mouthful of cold take out.

“No, we’re finding out all the embarrassing things I did. I’m no closer to finding out what I did to Bucky.” You said mournfully.

“So that’s what this is about? You and The Winter Soldier? You know what, I can kind of see it.” Scott said, squinting at you.

“See what?”

“You and Barnes. You’d make a good couple.”

“What? That’s not what… I didn’t… No.” You spluttered.

Scott grinned at you and you knew you’d given yourself away.

“If you tell anyone I will hunt you down and introduce you to my bloodthirsty alter ego.” You vowed and he went pale.

“No, I wouldn’t. I was just saying, I’m on your side.” He hurriedly assured you.

“I know. Thanks Scott, I appreciate you trying to help but I don’t think this is working.”

You dragged yourself to the couch, accepting that you had messed things up with Bucky again and you didn’t know how.

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It wasn’t until you got back to your own room that everything fell into place. In hindsight, you really should have gone there first. Especially since you were still wandering around in Tony’s Tuxedo. Yeah, Darcy had finally relented and informed you that she had dared you to steal one of Tony’s suits and wear it back down to the party. She hadn’t specified she had meant the Iron Suits and you had raided your dads closet for the expensive Italian tux.

You had pulled it off and taken a shower, padding over to your bed in a funk you tried once again to call Bucky and yet again it went straight to voicemail. You didn’t bother leaving a message, you wouldn’t know what to say. You sighed heavily and threw yourself onto the mattress, landing on something hard and pointy. You grumbled and pulled it out from under your stomach. It was a book, Frankenstein by Mary Shelley. You frowned and flipped the front cover open. There was a note on the inside.

My dear Vernichtung,

I was sorry to hear about your mothers untimely demise, such a tragedy. Still, I am heartened to hear you are able to celebrate and decided to send you this gift. I believe you will find this book to your liking.

I will see you very soon.

Your Creator.

Your chest tightened and everything snapped back into place, all your memories of last night. Finding the book in a pile of gifts and running out of the party. Bucky had followed you into the corridor, worried about you. Through shaky breaths you had tried to explain, showing the book to him. He had been incandescent with rage, putting his fist through the wall. Your own fury had ignited and you had screamed until your throat was raw, wanting to know how he got the book into the compound, wanting to kill him.

You knew you should feel afraid right now but you were too relieved. You hadn’t fucked things up with Bucky. He had tracked down the caterer who had slipped the book into your pile of gifts. A young woman who had been paid an obscene amount of money to sneak the book into the compound, she had thought it was harmless since it was only a book and she needed the money to pay her college fee’s. She had told Bucky everything, about how a man had approached her during one of her breaks at the Catering Company in LA. Bucky had dragged Steve out of the party after begging you to try and put it out of your mind and go back to the celebrations and promised he would call you when he tracked down the mysterious man who had given the girl the book.

Docherty was doing all he could to torment you and proving he could get to you anywhere. Bucky was doing everything he could to help you feel safer, leaving your party and flying to LA for you. You really hadn’t fucked this up at all Docherty be damned, you were happy.

You threw your head back onto the pillow and laughed, jumping up when your phone rang. The screen was completley blank, no caller registered at all. With apprehensiveness you picked up.

“Hello?”

“Miss Stark, this Is Nicholas J Fury. I need your assistance with something. In precisely ten minutes the security systems in the compound will be down for exactly sixty seconds. If you agree to help us you will need to use that time to get out of the compound unnoticed.”

“Why the hell would I do that?”

“Because there is a very rich and powerful man who has managed to create a deadly virus he plans to unleash on an unsuspecting population in a war torn country. We can’t call The Avengers, they are too public and this man is to powerful. We need somebody unknown, somebody highly skilled. I am asking you to climb out of your ivory tower to save lives, a lot of lives.”

“And I can’t tell anybody why?” You demanded suspiciously.

“Plausible deniability. The man in possession of this virus has contacts within the UN. This mission is not sanctioned by the accords and neither are you. Millions of lives are at stake and you have eight minutes and sixteen seconds left. Are you in or do I need to find myself another hero, one who cares more about doing the right thing than getting their daddy’s permission?”

Your mind whirled as you tried to decide what to do. What was the right answer here? Did you betray Tony again and sneak away again or did you hang up the phone and let somebody else take care of this? Millions of innocent lives VS Tony’s trust, what were you supposed to do? Did you even trust Fury? Would Tony forgive you if you did it? Would somebody else stand as high a chance as you of doing this?

You took a deep breath and gave your answer.

“I’ll do it.”

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Quote [3 & 4]: “You couldn’t handle me even if I came with a user manual.” + “I may be amess, but I’m the hottest mess you’ve ever seen.”

Warnings: FLUFF, some innocent flirting, some ANGST Idk what took over me lol, mentions of alcohol, drugsand violence seriously, Idk where this came from but nothing too graphicor upsetting. Girl power at some point. Pure FLUFF in the end.

Characters: Y/N, 80sJohn Deacon 

Word count: 2K oof

Written by: @deakyswhitequeen

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Sitting on a stool at the end of the bar counter, you lazily stirred your half-finished drink. From time to time you glanced at the dancing crowd trying to identify your friend and her date but they were nowhere to be seen. You huffed and turned to stare at your glass.

Great, you thought. That night was a total disaster.

Just when you thought about leaving once and for all, someone sat on the stool right beside you, sighing heavily and tiredly brushing a hand between their curly hair.

“One scotch, three ice cubes, please” the man beside you ordered to the bartender and you picked up your glass and brought it to your lips, an amused grin on your face.

You’d ordered the same.

When the bartender handed him the drink, the man half-turned in your direction to gaze at the crowd behind you. He raised the glass to take a sip of the drink and his eyes accidentally fell on you.

You were mirroring each other and he surely found the situation quite amusing too, cause he gave you a cheeky smile, before raising the glass in your direction.

“Cheers” he said and you followed him suit.

“Cheers to you” you replied, chuckling lightly.

“So, scotch, uh?” he continued, sipping his drink “Who’re you trying to get over?”

Was it that evident that that night sucked? Probably.

You scrolled your shoulders “I’m not trying to get over anyone… I’m trying to get through the night”

He chuckled, shaking his head and looking down “You choose the right drink” he raised again the glass and brought it to his lips.

You half smiled, then an idea popped into your head.

“Who are you trying to get over?” you asked curiously.

He laughed openly. He had a crystal clear kind of laugh. It was contagious and you found yourself laughing as well.

“Nobody, believe me. I’m just here as a wingman” he looked up at you from beneath the eyelashes, then pointed his hand to some spot behind you, causing you to turn and follow his indication.

“You see that blond with the sunglasses in his hair dancing with the brunette? Well I was the wingman and now that he’s found a prey, I back out and let him do his thing”

You chuckled, feeling his gaze on you.

“That doesn’t seem really fair…” you ventured, capturing his attention “I mean, you help him get the girl and don’t get the same treatment? That’s kind of rude…”

He chuckled “Well that’s Roger” he scrolled his shoulders “But it’s not all true… he actually does help me, we just happen to not have the same taste in girls and he always fixes me up with the wrong ones…”

He smiled looking down on his glass and you could have sworn you’d heard some sadness in his voice.

“…like tonight?” you questioned, making him look up at you and smile.

“You’re smart. I like that” he winked jokingly and you both ended up giggling.

You scrolled your shoulders “That’s cause I know the game… You see that redhead with the tall guy? That’s my friend Chris. She’d fixed us up with this double date with two incredible guys to her saying, of course – he chuckled and you smiled – Well, guess what? Mine came here, talked to me for like three minutes then bailed”

You looked down. Maybe it was the alcohol but you were pretty sure your eyes stung a little. You knew that guy was a prick when you’d first laid your eyes on him, but it still hurt being rejected like that. Especially after a few drinks.

The man in front of you probably sensed you’d upset yourself and hesitantly placed a hand on your arm.

“That guy’s surely a prick. He’s the only guy in the world who’d bail on a girl like you” he stated.

You scoffed “He’s not the first one, trust me. Men are always intimidated by me – you snorted – maybe I have some natural man-repellent, I don’t know…”

“I’m still here, aren’t I?”

You glanced at him and he had a serious expression written all over his face. He was studying you with his grey eyes and you felt suddenly exposed like he could read all of your insecurities.

You shifted in your seat uneasily “Anyway… I’m rambling on… I’m probably just tough to handle” you half laughed.

“I bet you are not” he replied with a smile. It was obvious he was suggesting he was different from the other guys.

You smirked, “Trust me, you couldn’t handle me even if I came with a user manual.”

He chuckled openly. There it was again, that damned contagious laugh.

“I’d be glad to prove you wrong”

He looked at you from underneath his lashes with a cheeky, irresistible smirk and your hazy mind, probably a bit blurred by the alcohol, felt the impulse to kiss him. And you almost did, but just when you were about to lean in, somebody practically threw themselves on the counter between the two of you, making you almost fall from the stool.

A mass of red hair you could have spotted anywhere was separating you from the mysterious man you didn’t even know the name of.

“Chris?!” you called your friend over the loud music that was now playing “What the hell, Chris?”

She turned to you. She could barely stand and her eyes were a bit red; when she laid them on you, it felt like it took her a second to focus on your face. She was clearly drunk and you wandered whether that Paul guy had gotten her stoned as well.

“Are you okay?” you asked waving a hand in front of her face.

“Y/N!!!” she slobbered and threw her arms over you, attempting at your stability on the stool.

“I think it’s time for you to go to bed…” you gently said, pulling her away to check her eyes again. Even in the poor light of the bar, you could see her pupils were dilated more than usual and her breath spoke for her in telling what she’d ingested.

“Nooooooo” she threw herself on you again.

“C’ mon, Chris” you jumped off the stool and threw her right arm over your neck so that you could sustain her.

You turned to Mystery Man “I’m sorry I need to take her up to her room. It was nice meeting you…” you still didn’t know his name.

“John” he said with a smile.

“’t was nice meeting you John” you smiled as well and he gave you a small wave.

You turned and aimed for the exit, but halfway there you found your way being blocked by a tall figure who you’d recognised to be Paul when you looked up.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he shouted over the music.

“I’m gonna take care of her, she’s clearly not okay” you tried to walk past him but he blocked your way again.

“C’ mon Y/N, don’t be such a bitch. We were having fun…”

You tried to ignore the insult and made your hand into a fist trying to remain calm.

“I can see you were, too bad she’s barely conscious now. So, if you’ll excuse me…”

Just when you were trying to get past him again, he put a hand over Chris and the other on your hip.

“I won’t excuse you” his voice was strangely low and raspy and even from that distance, you could sense he’d drank. A lot.

You instantly tried to pull yourself and Chris away from his reach, but he chased you through the crowd with his hands.

Walking backwards to avoid his hands, you suddenly bumped against something, or better, someone standing still behind you.

“Leave the girls alone” you turned halfway your head but you already knew it was John.

You smiled to yourself. My hero, you jokingly thought.

Paul half-laughed “Or what?”

“I already called security. I’m giving you the chance to avoid meeting them” John spoke harshly, his voice cold as ice but firm and determinate.

Paul’s expression was the embodiment of bewilderment. He inhaled angrily and threw himself towards John to hit him. He was a lot taller and certainly fitter than John; he pushed him on the floor with a rapid motion.

“No!” you heard yourself yelling. The dancing crowd had made a small circle around you, certainly amused by the turn of events.

Everything was happening so fast you barely could think right.

Paul was towering over John and your brain forced your body to move faster than you could realise what was happening. You let Chris down on the floor, walked up to Paul from behind and tapped his shoulder. He moved his arm as to push you away and you took the chance to block it in a firm grip, forcing him to face your way.

Your vision suddenly became in slow motion. When he turned, his face red in anger, you saw your fist heading up to his nose and punch it as hard as you could.

Then everything came back to its normal speed. Paul stumbled backwards, holding his face and shouting muffled curses; you took the chance to rush to John and help him get up so that he could help you carry Chris to the nearest elevator.

To this day, you don’t know how the two of you could run that fast and manage to close the elevator before Paul even acknowledged you were gone.

Running through the corridors of the 10th floor of the hotel, you couldn’t stop hearing the crowd cheering when you’d punched Paul.

You reached Chris’s room and let her in John’s arms while you worked the lock. You rushed into the room and instructed John to lay her on the bed, while you ran up and down, picking up medicines, water and damped clothes.

You’d taken care of her before and you knew exactly what to do. In a matter of minutes, she’d gained colour on her cheeks again and even tiredly smiled to you, mouthing a ‘thank you’.

You smiled as well, kissing her forehead and whispering her to call you if she felt sick. She nodded slowly, before turning on one side and going back to sleep.

Sighing heavily, you realised John wasn’t there anymore. You peeked your head outside the door and you saw him sitting down against the wall in front of you, his head tilted upwards leaning on the wall and his eyes closed.

However, the first thing you noticed was the purple-greenish livid on his right cheek.

You took the damp cloth you hadn’t used on Chris and sat down beside him. You were sure he was aware of your presence cause his lips had curved into a smile when your knee had brushed against his arm.

“I told you I’m tough to handle” you whispered, patting the cold, wet towel on his cheek. He flinched at the first impact, then relaxed and let out a soft giggle.

“Well, I’m still here, aren’t I?” he repeated his line from earlier and now it was your time to chuckle.

He finally opened his eyes.

“You’re right. Now I understand why you say men are intimidated by you. It’s because you show them you don’t need them. That you can perfectly take care of yourself without having to be saved”

You smiled “You learned that the hard way, uh?”

You both chuckled. You looked up to his eyes: they were smiling as well. In that moment you thought you’d never seen so much kindness in one’s eyes. Staring at them, you could see him, yourself and the whole world.

You felt at ease with John and he might have been the first man to ever get you. Like, for real.

You felt confident enough to tell him.

“You wanna know what’s my motto when I feel hurt by how men act around me? – he was deeply listening to you, half a smile on his face. You continued – I look in the mirror and repeat to myself: I may be a mess, but I’m the hottest mess you’ve ever seen.”

His smile widened “I couldn’t agree more with your mirror”

He slowly inched forward and you grinned, meeting him halfway into a gentle kiss.

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“The Deep Blue.”

Chapter 2

Summary: Dion and Cora were surfer sisters taking a break from a surfing competition to relax. After ignoring the warnings of the dangerous, no-surf zone in the deep blue, they almost lose their life. They wake up facing Gods before them. Is this under water city just a dream? Or is it the answer to their life- long prophecy they knew nothing about?

 Word count: 5,321

Genre: Hybrid!AU Gods!AU Fantasy. Angst. Science-fiction. Slight Mythology.

Cora’s POV

My throat burns. Why does my body ache so much? Something feels off, but I can not quite put my finger on it. Why can’t I move? The throbbing pain in my head makes my eyes flutter open. My vision is blurry, but I see a bright light surrounding two figures. I want to rub my eyes, but I can barley lift my hand. “Take it easy Miss.” My ears barely pick up on the deep voice. He snaps his fingers near my ear, and it isn’t as loud as I would expect. He keeps snapping until I wince, displaying that my hearing is gradually getting better. “Okay. Jimin, write this down. Hearing response is normal.” A bright white light flashes back and forth in my line of sight and I blink rapidly. “Pupils are still  slow at dilating. Miss, can you see me?” I focus on his smooth and deep voice as my hearing is back to normal. The blurriness disappears slowly as I watch him pocket a small flashlight in his coat pocket. “Miss? Nod if you can see me clearly.” He leans in and I get a better glance of his face as my eyes gain better focus. 

He has beautiful skin. It glows and shows off his sharp, but soft features. Long ashy, blonde hair drape over his honey colored eyes. His plump lips show a soft smile that makes his presence feel inviting. I feel my chest tighten and my cheeks warm up, nodding slightly to his question. “Hmm.. Your cheeks are showing more color. That is a good sign. Write that down.” He says to the shorter male beside him. “I have to run a few tests on you, but for now, you are okay. Please put your trust in us.” He places his hand reassuringly to my arm. The warmth of his hand leaves as quickly as it was placed on my skin, due to a weird shocking feeling. It was more like.. a zap? He frowns, but shakes his head and walks away. I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out. My throat burns. What happened to me? Where is Dion? Is she okay? All these thoughts race through my mind, making my head feel dizzy with exhaustion. My eyes shuffle around the room looking for the man, but my eyelids fail me. Soon enough, my eyes are closed and I lose consciousness. 

Seokjin’s POV

My clock chimes in my office, pulling my mind from the enormous amounts of books and paper work on my desk. “Damn. It is already past 9 pm.” I lean back in my office chair, stretching my limbs and releasing a yawn. Maybe I should take some of this research to Taehyung. I take off my reading glasses and place them on my desk before I pinch the bridge of my nose to relieve some tension. After gathering all of the documents I deemed necessary, I exit my office and head towards Taehyung’s lab to see if he had made progress.

I notice the hallways are vacant as I walk up to the lab doors. I tap on the door lightly with my free hand, making sure not to cause too much of a noise to alarm others. The lock clicks and Taehyung’s face appears after he creaks open the door slightly. “Jin. Come in,” he whispered. He opened the door slowly and allowed me to enter, placing a finger to his lips to shush me from being too loud. I look around the room and notice a sleeping Jimin curled up in his chair on the opposite side of the room. Taehyung notices my hands full with books and papers, taking some of the load out of my hold. “He crashed huh?” I asked, showing a smile at the smaller male as he clings to the lab coat covering his tiny frame. “Ha. Yeah. The visions must have exhausted him. He has been out for an hour now,” Taehyung exclaimed as he placed the books on the counter. “One of them is alive.” I accidentally drop the books on the counter, receiving a “Shuuush” as a loud whisper from the other. “Are you serious?” I peer my head around Taehyung and notice the dark haired girl hooked up to multiple machines and a IV, her chest heaving slightly as she breathes sleepily. “Woah.”

After an hour of checking vitals and Taehyung’s charting, I leave the girl’s side. “Well I am glad to see it was a success for one, but I am curious about the other.” I look over to the red haired girl. We placed her in a modified aerodynamic capsule. It should keep her body chilled until tomorrow. My talisman that hangs from my pendant begins glowing, pulling me from my thoughts. Taehyung reaches out and grasps it in his hands. “Seems like Namjoon is trying to get in touch with you. Go ahead. I’ll be fine here,” he says. “You sure?” He nods and starts charting more paperwork. “Okay then, but Tae don’t stay up too late. Be sure to look through those scrolls and books I brought too. I went through so much trouble going through the hidden archives in the library just to look up that research on humans. I’ll wake Jimin and take him to his chambers.” Taehyung nods a thank you as I wake Jimin and help his half-asleep form head for the door. “Jin?” he calls out. I turn to face him before opening up the door. “Can you not tell the others about her waking up yet? I want to do it tomorrow morning, you know, just to make sure she lasts through the night.” I smile and nod. “Sure, Tae.” And with that, I left the lab with Jimin to help him to bed, soon heading straight for Namjoon.

Cora’s POV

All of my senses crash into me at once. My head throbs, waking me from my slumber. My eyes flutter open and notices a small ray of light shining from the window and the bedside lamp. My nose picks up on aromas of rubbing alcohol and kelp, maybe? I smack my lips together, realizing how dry my mouth and throat is. It burns. My body still aches slightly, but it is bearable. I wiggle my toes and fingers, feeling my muscles and tendons relax to the weak stretches. When I move my leg, it bumps softly into something. I raise my head to some degree and glance at the guy from earlier. The beautiful man I saw from before was resting his head on my bed side. His arm firmly tucks under his cheek, and his reading glasses crooked on the bridge of his nose. I examine his long lashes and the way he hugs his clip board close to his chest. Small, soft snores escape his drooling lips. I catch myself smiling.

The metallic taste in my mouth rips me from my curious thoughts of the man before me. I’m thirsty. I notice the IV in my hand and I regard the various machines beside me, hooking up to my chest and head. Where the fuck am I? It doesn’t really look like a normal hospital room. What happened? Better yet, who is this guy? I look around the room and notice another guy across the room, asleep in a chair. Who is he? I look further for more clues from my surroundings. My eyes finally lap upon my sister laying still in some sort of body capsule. Dion!? My brain pulsated and causes me to wince as my memories flood back to me. Water. So much water. Waves crash down on me as Dion floats further away. That’s right. We were in trouble. The waves were dragging us apart and under water. So why are we here? What is wrong with my sister? Panic starts to set in and I start lazily kicking my legs, causing the stranger beside me to wake up. My throat makes strained groans and noises as I try to speak. “Easy. Take it easy Miss. You are in good hands. Everything is okay,” the man exclaims with worry. My lips move, but no words form. He realizes and grabs some type of needle-less syringe from the table near him, filling it with some sort of liquid and squirting it in my mouth. My esophagus reacts on instinct and swallows the flux. I start feeling more hydrated as the liquid rushes down. “Go ahead. Try to speak. That should help.” He sits back down in his chair close to the bed. My lips begin working again, failing few times at expressing words. “W..Whe..” He nods and leans in closer. “That’s it. Keep trying.” My brows furrow and I let out a soundless sigh. “W-Where.. A-am I?”

Taehyung’s POV

I smile as she slowly begins to talk in very small sentences. “I am Taehyung. You are in a special place, and there is a lot to explain to you, but right now lets focus on your health.” I say as I begin to softly rub her hand and she seems to slowly calm down. “The girl you were with is recovering, but it is a bit slower for her because she had a massive head injury. I hope that she awakens soon and will be okay. We are not real doctors because we have never had the chance to have outsiders here.” I say, being careful not to alarm her by telling her that the girl she is with is actually not alive. I hear a soft knock on the door and I sense her panic again. “Shhh, it is fine. It is probably my brother.” I stand up and walk to the door and open it enough to see Jimin standing there. “Come inside.” 

Jimin’s POV

I walk inside the room and see the bright blue eyed girl staring at me. “Hello there. I am Jimin.” I say in a calm tone as I walk up near her with a little bowl in my hand. “I made some seaweed soup for you if you are ready to eat, and I will get you some water,” I say as she seems to nod at me. I sit the soup down on the table beside her as I reach in my little bag that is wrapped around my body and pull out a round clear bubble of water. “This is our water. You just put your lips on it and suck.” I hold the water bulb near her lips to help her because I know she must be weak. Her eyes get wide when she begins drinking it which makes me giggle. “Good, right?” I ask her and she nods her head. “Yes v-very good.” She says in a very small voice. “Ah look at you already speaking! The medicine we have given you and your friend works really fast on the healing process.” I give her a soft smile when she looks at the soup. “Come, lets eat.” I say as I start to cool the soup down. 

Taehyung’s POV 

I watch her react with Jimin for a little bit and continue to write down the reactions and reflexes she has. “Jimin, Do not overwhelm her. She may need time to process things, and we probably should get Namjoon in here so he can explain things to her.” I say to Jimin. I walk up to her side. “The leader of us all here would like to explain things better to you once you two meet. Is it okay if we bring him in here in a bit?” I watch you slowly move your lips. “You’ll stay with me right?” She asks me which confuses me. “What is your name?” I ask as I sit up on the edge of the table. “Cora. My name is Cora. I would like to meet him.” She says in a almost normal voice so I reach and touch my pendent. I stare at her as Jimin begins to take a spoon and feed her the soup. I turn and walk to the wall that is see through. “I am changing the skin of this room so no one can see in here because we need this to be top secret now.” 

Namjoon’s POV 

I sit in my bedroom and stare off into the ocean, thinking about how badly this whole situation could be. “Did I make the right call? I am risking my position as king for two humans. There is reasoning for the rules of no humans.” I frown then feel my pendent slightly give a little vibration. Upon touching it, I see that it is Taehyung that needs me. My thoughts go to the girls. What if they are awake now?! I stand up and begin my way to the medical room. After arrival, I knock on the door and wait for someone to open. It opens, and I see Jimin smiling. 

Walking into the room, I see Taehyung’s back blocking the young girl. “What is it?” I ask as he moves to the side, and I see her looking back at me. Honestly, I do not feel relieved that she made it because now all of this is real, but I shake off the feeling and walk to Taehyung. “How is she? Does she know what has happened, and can she speak to us now?” I ask nervously as I hear her voice. I can’t help but to grin at her. “I do remember some of it.” She says softly. 

“My name is Namjoon. I am the future ruler of this city.” I say and you extend a hand out to me, causing me confusion. “You are among the original descendants of God of the Sea. We are gods among your kind, and you are in a underwater city called Lyonesse.” I get cut off by Taehyung touching my arm. “Don’t give to much information for her to process yet, okay?” He says with a worried expression and turns to her. “Cora, are you okay? I don’t want to push you.” He says while reach out to touch her arm which makes me worried. Why is Taehyung clinging to his subject like this? Usually he is nonchalant and cold towards his projects. My thoughts come to a halt as Cora clears her throat, turning everyone’s attention to her.

Cora’s POV 

“Um.. Mr. Namjoon, sir? I have questions.” He raises his eye brow as the smaller male with pink hair giggles. “Namjoon is fine. Ask your quesions,” says the silver haired male with a stern voice and unreadable face. “Well.. you mentioned that I am in some underwater city? You keep naming off all these names I have never heard of. And I am pretty sure I just drank from a formed bubble of water? Am I dead? What is going on here? And what is wrong with my sister? I need answers.” Taehyung shifts in his seat and chimes in before Namjoon can. “Cora. What Namjoon says is true. You are not dead. You are very much alive. You both nearly drowned.” I watch as Namjoon shoots the handsome male a conflicted gaze from his choice of words. Jimin pulls my attention from them when he wraps his hands around mine. “Sweetie, we will explain things in detail much later. We are just happy you are alive and well.” He radiates with a beautiful, wide smile, making his eyes turn to crescents. I immediately feel at ease with his presence, until he lets out a gasp and his eyes turn completely white.

Jimin’s POV

Flashes of white blotch over my eyes as a vision comes forth. My hands clench around her hand as I tense my muscles, losing complete control of my surroundings.

*vision (spoken in Jimin’s explanation)*

I see a long haired man by the sea shore, looking off to the ocean. A human woman comes up beside him and he faces her. It is our God Poseidon. I have never really seen prophecies of him before. He wraps his arms around her waist and kisses her. The scene before me goes blurry. There is a time skip.

Now another scene envelops in front of me. The two are bickering in a house? A cottage maybe? Poseidon stomps out. The human woman follows him to the beach. Dark clouds form and the waves clash harshly against the beach. She is yelling at him, tears dripping from her eyes. I can not hear their words, just a static noise along with the sounds of a forming storm and heavy waves. He stands there staring at her with his feet firmly planted in the sand. He frowns and begins walking in the water, slowly disappearing from sight. She starts to chase after him, but trips. Her knees stay potted in the sand as she cries out. The scene blurs once again. No! What happened? I don’t understand. Then, there was another time skip.

I am in a house. The same woman is there, facing away from me and looking out of the window. From the scenery, it looks as if she is in another country, not like the small cottage she once lived in by the beach. She sighs and turns around, leaving the window. My eyes broaden at the sight before me. She holds her impregnated stomach fondly. Then, blur. Everything goes white.

*end of vision*

My jaw opens, letting out a strangled gasp. My eyes return to their natural state of chocolate brown iris’. I look down and drop your hands immediately. My mind tries to boggle the images I just saw. Why did I see Poseidon? Who was that woman? It wasn’t her, or her friend for that mater. Not to mention, what did she have to do with this? Taehyung shakes my shoulder, bringing me back from my thoughts. “Jimin! What did you see? What is happening?” I look at him and Namjoon, then back to a very confused Cora. “I... I..I’m sorry. I gotta go.” I turn around and grab my bag before sprinting towards the door and out of the lab. My feet move faster than my brain, taking me to the outer wall force field separating this building and the ocean. I step through and shift to my hybrid form, swimming away before the others can follow me. I needed to clear my head and try making some sense of this.

Taehyung’s POV

I sense her panic as she sees Jimin running off. She tries to stand up, and I push her back to lay down on the bed. “Your body is too weak for walking yet. I promise he is okay. We each have powers that I will explain to you later, and his happens to be seeing visions. That is how we found you girls actually. He saw you drowning, and we came out to find you both.” I say softly as she clings to my arm. “You need some more medicine. Let me get another dosage.” I gentle remove her hand from me and walk to the table on the other side of the room. I sneakily pour it into a cup and walking back to her. “Drink it all. Okay?” I put my finger over my lips to tell you to not say anything about the drink. “Namjoon, We need to let the guys know she is awake. Also, I do not want her staying in here with her sister right there so we need to move her into a bedroom.” I say to Namjoon. 

Namjoon’s POV

I agree with what Taehyung is saying, but how am I suppose to get her into a bedroom without anyone seeing us? “Okay. Well I will need to plan this out with the guys, and that means they need to meet her.” I say knowing he would understand that I was worried mainly about Yoongi and Jungkook. “I will call them up now, so you may wanna explain to her not to say much because they are not happy with their presence.” I say before nodding at her and backing out of the room. My hands grab for my necklace, griping the pendent , and concentrating on calling them all up here. I stand waiting for a few minutes. As I turn around from hearing footsteps, I see them walking up and I can already since trouble. 

“One of them is now awake, and we need to make a plan to get her into a bedroom.” I say before spotting a maid walking down the steps. “Quickly. In the medical room!” I say opening the door and stepping inside behind the boys, quickly locking it behind me. The room falls dead silent. “Sorry Taehyung. We had no time to let you explain anything.” I say as I step near the table with her. “We need to plan things fast. Some of the maids are starting their cleaning shifts, and we do not want others learning about our new guests.”

Hoseok’s POV

I was the first one that attempted to say something. “Hello strange one.” With a smile on my face, I step forward to take a closer look. “I am Hoseok, but you can call me Hobi. I am the middle man in this drama.” I let out a small, amusing chuckle to relieve the tension in the room. “I am neither for nor against you being here, but in any case it is nice to meet you.” I say to you as you slowly extend your hand to me, I take it. “My name is Cora,” she exclaims loud enough for us all to hear her. She looks over my shoulder, meeting the gaze of Jungkook and Yoongi I am sure. “They are the ones you need to be careful of here for a while. They are worried you are going to hurt us or make Namjoon loose his path to the crown.” 

Seokjin’s POV 

I walk up to Taehyung and pull him to the side. “How are her vitals? Have you checked her heart at all? We need to do a full check when we make it to the bedroom because we have to monitor her for a while.” I say before turning to her and nodding my head in greeting. “Hello Cora, pleasure to see you awake now. These two hotheads are Yoongi and Jungkook.” I say as I point from one to the other. They equally scoff and cross their arms over their chest defensively. “Okay so what is this plan exactly?” I ask Namjoon and begin checking her medical chart. “Taehyung, You did a great job. I like that you made sure to give great notes.” I say as I pat him on the back. “I know this must have been hard on you a bit, since you are only a scientist. But I must say that these notes go into great detail of her progress.” My cheeks stretch to a proud smile before Namjoon approaches us.

Namjoon’s POV

I step closer towards them, ready to advise my plan. “Okay. So we need to create a meeting or something with the city which means I will have to create some sort of announcement. I will even make our staff come out for the meeting. So I will leave now and go to the temple to call for everyone. Now, Jimin has had a vision, and he left. So it is up to us to make this happen. Taehyung, You will carry her to a bedroom. Hoseok, I want you to make sure everyone is out of our house. Tell them all that they will miss an important announcement if they are not present. Jin, You need to be checking her vitals because with that move I am sure her body will be very fragile.”

I turn my body to Yoongi and Jungkook with a stern and serious look. “Jungkook, I need you to be with them. Temporarily blind anyone who is in the house when moving her, okay?” He nods at me, acting as if he is ready for some action to happen just so he can use his power. Before I can make Yoongi’s position out, Taehyung walks up behind me and whispers. “He will need to stay here and watch over the one that isn’t awake. If she wakes up in that tank, she will drown in it.” He backs away, moving towards Cora to comfort her again. “Yoongi, you will stay here to protect and monitor the one in the tube.” He stares at me intensely, obvious annoyance plastered on his face. I challenge him by stepping closer to him,showing who was still superior. “Is that going to be a issue?” After a few seconds of eye contact, he breaks and huffs out a sigh, shaking his head slowly as a response. “Good. Another thing. If we come back and she is hurt in anyway I will do the same to you.” He bows slowly to me, backing up as he takes in my threatening words. “Alright then. I will be going now. I will call you all when to start, okay?” They all face me and announce their understanding. I give a quick nod and leave, beginning my swim to the Temple located center of the city. 

Yoongi’s POV  

I look up at the girl in the tube and think of all the ways I could very easily kill her. but I was pulled back in by Taehyung walking up beside me. “If she wakes up press this button here, and make sure you are gentle with her. She will need to be laid on the table here and given this cup of medicine. She must drink it all, okay Yoongi?” He points to the big button on the panel while looking at me with a hurried expression. His eager and cocky attitude annoyed the fuck out of me. I did not want to be brought in the middle of this, but I am loyal to them, especially Namjoon. “Go on and prepare your stuff because as soon as you all get done, I want out of here, I spat out coldly. I hear Taehyung mumble “I hope Jimin comes back to help watch her because I don’t trust him with her.” I scoff and roll my eyes as his little comment, even though it is pretty accurate. Honestly, I did not trust myself with her ether. 

Cora’s POV

I watch Taehyung walk over to me and begin preparing a few things. “You seem worried Taehyung. Will my sister be okay with him? Is he that bad of a person?” I ask, trying to not draw his attention to myself, but failing. I gulp as he walks over to me and smiles, but not in a friendly way. I notice his vicious looking black eyes, hiding half my face behind Taehyung’s body. He laughs and walks away slowly. “Stupid, weak humans,” his husky voice sounds as he takes a seat. My attention turns back to Taehyung as he picks me up bridal style and walks me over to Dion’s tank. I lean my head against the glass. “Wake up please! Do not leave me alone in this weird place. We made each other a promise to never leave the other alone, and you better keep your end of this promise.” I smile, wiping away a few escaped tears and nod at Taehyung. Suddenly the pendent around his thick neck starts glowing. I unknowingly point at it and he darts towards the door.  “Let’s make this quick.” He says as we leave the room. 

We begin making our way to the bedroom as we hear a distant voice coming up the hallway. Jungkook comes at us and shoves us into an empty ballroom quickly. “Stay here for a minute,” he says in a hushed voice before closing the door behind him. We hear him talking to someone seconds after in the hallway. Taehyung’s body tenses as he leans his back against the door, peaking out of the doors small window. My eyes can not help but check out his gorgeous features. His chest slightly heaves, mouth parted as he takes deep breathes. His jaw line is clenches, small drops of sweat forming near his brow. He is beautiful, but I can not focus on this. I close my eyes tightly, trying to rid myself of these thoughts. There is no time to fantasize about the handsome stranger. Not when I am in a strange new world and my sister is fighting for her life. I need to collect myself and pull it together. I will save Dion and find away to escape this bizarre place.

Namjoon’s POV

I gather everyone into the temple, and you can easily see the whole town is confused as to why I am calling them here. “Hello my brothers and sisters! I am bringing you here today because we have a celebration to plan It is for our great God’s Day, the day this place was created and we were made in his image.” I site my hand towards the Poseidon stature in the middle of the Temple’s circle. “I will need everyone to make a pledge to be there and help out with the festivities. I have a scroll I would like signed first. Then, I will proceed with this meeting.” The crowd cheers with excitement for the upcoming holiday. I took over at Hoseok and he gives me a okay signal, letting me know I am doing well with time. A smile stretches on my face as I wave to the people. I just hope the others are doing their part.

Yoongi’s POV

As soon as the door closes, I look up at the tank, slowly getting up and walking towards it. I have never really seen a human up close and this one was very interesting looking. Her hair was long and deep red, draping down to her hips. Her skin was pale, but had these strange little dots all over the flesh. “What a strange, pretty creature you are.” I say as I tap the glass of her pod. I look over her very curvy figure as her lifeless body floats in front of me. “I still wonder what and why Jimin had a vision about you both. It is odd and frankly confuses me.” I catch myself talking to someone that can’t even hear me. I turn around to sit down beside the tank, leaning against it I begin to go into deep thought about what could happen if we change our rules of human interaction. I come back into reality hearing a loud beeping . Suddenly, I hear faint thumps on the glass, causing me to whip my head around. I stand up, shocked to see her eyes wide open and panicking. I quickly hit the open button, causing the water to quickly drain and the glass to quickly slide back into the wall. Her body stumbles forward, flying out at me. My eyes bugle as my reflexes catch her body. She coughs for a minute before looking up at me sluggishly. She has the greenest eyes I have ever seen in my life, making me gulp whatever harsh words I might have blurted out.  “Hello.” I mutter softly to her.

[lordsicheng]

Stand By

Kim Sanggyun x OC

g: oneshot, kinda fluffy?? idk

summary: Sanggyun finally gets to see you again after your 2 week trip, but you didn’t know that you were going to arrive home later than expected because of the horrible traffic on the way, so he just does some random stuff while waiting for you, only to end up suddenly preparing himself from his excitement for your arrival

w!: a little bit suggestive oops

requested? yes!♥

You were impatiently sitting inside a taxi cab while on your way home and stuck in traffic, fifteen minutes in as you left the airport. You were beginning to get worried, but your tiredness got over you and you caught yourself almost falling asleep while waiting for the traffic to subside

“Has the traffic been this bad for a while?” you asked the taxi driver as you leaned in a bit

“Even I am surprised, ma’am. It’s not even rush hour.” he sighed as he moved the taxi a bit, and you leaned back on the chair while seated at the back, blowing a raspberry out of frustration

“Don’t worry, I’ll do my best to find a shortcut when we’re near the city.” the taxi driver assured

“Thanks.” you gave a nod as you grabbed your phone and scrolled through your contacts, looking for your boyfriend’s name as you tapped it and immediately dialed his number

“Baby?”

“Babe, traffic really sucks right now so I’m really sorry if I arrive home late.” you puffed, looking at your nails

“Ah, it’s alright. I just got home now. Have you eaten?” he asked as he sat down on the sofa

“I just had a snack in the plane, but I’m not really hungry yet.” you pouted as you turned to look at the window, seeing that the cab hasn’t moved much from the traffic

“I can try to cook for you?” he offered

“Kim Sanggyun, I don’t want you to burn the apartment building down.” you rolled your eyes and chuckled

“Okay fine, I’m making ramyun then?” he grinned

“Gee, best boyfriend ever.” you sighed and shook your head

“I’m kidding, but I actually do want some ramyun right now even though I’ve already had dinner with the boys.” he chuckled

“I miss you a lot.” you rubbed your temple with your free hand out of frustration

“2 weeks was too long, babe. I really miss you too.” he whined

“Gosh I have a whiny boyfriend.” you laughed

“How long until you arrive the city?”

“I don’t know, but I’m guessing a little over an hour and a half. Good thing the taxi I got is metered.” you nodded

“Ah, alright. I’ll just wait for you.”

“My battery is going low so I’ll call you when I’m nearby. Love you.”

“Love you too.” Sanggyun dropped the call and put his phone to the side, looking around on what to do while he waits for you to get home

He saw the game console by the TV and looked at the cases of games that were nearby, scrunching up his face as he wasn’t really interested on the games you both had at home

“We need to buy new ones.” he mumbled to himself as he arranged everything back to its place and stood up to go to the bedroom, looking at himself on the mirror as he fixed his hair a bit

“A shower could do the trick.” he nodded to himself and pouted as he kept fixing his hair, shortly taking off his shirt as he looked at the mirror again, admiring his own reflection

“I haven’t worked out in a while.” he sighed and nodded more, laughing to himself as he walked off to the bathroom and grabbed a towel by the door

-

Sanggyun dried his hair with his towel while holding his phone with his other hand, checking out some new songs he could listen to. He heard the doorbell ring, and he was confused for a second since he wasn’t really expecting anything that time other than you arriving from the airport. He walked over to the door while his towel was on his head, opening it to see one of his friends carrying a box that caught Sanggyun’s attention

“Uh, yes Kenta?” Sanggyun raised his brow as he looked at Kenta and then to the box

“So the postman sent this box to the wrong room, aka mine.” Kenta sighed as he walked inside the apartment and put the box by the sofa

“Are these supposed to be mine?” Sanggyun asked confusingly

“I opened it, and I wish I hadn’t.” Kenta facepalmed and shook his head

“What’s inside?” Sanggyun asked as he went over to the box, partially opened

“Ask your girlfriend.” Kenta walked out of the apartment and closed the door, leaving Sanggyun all perplexed as he continued to rummage through the box, only to be shocked to see a few sets of lingerie you bought online that came earlier than you expected. Sanggyun widened his eyes as he grabbed a bra by its strap, pouting and nodding as he put it back and moved the box aside

“Y/n, y/n. Always full of surprises.” he chuckled to himself and stood up as he then walked over to the bedroom and back to the mirror, raising his shirt a bit to see all of his ‘hard work’

“Hmm, a few crunches wouldn’t hurt?” he thought to himself as he walked back to the living room and laid down on the carpet by the sofa, slowly positioning himself to do a few crunches and stopping every ten crunches before he could do another set

He was able to finish five sets, panting a few times as he realized he was sweating already. He stood up and walked over to the mirror again and this time, he took off his shirt and flexed a bit, admiring yet again his own self

“Now that’s more like it.” he grinned

“Y/n doesn’t know what she’s been missing these past two weeks.” he chuckled to himself and threw his shirt to the laundry basket nearby, grabbing a red plaid bathrobe as he put it on, looking back at the mirror to see if it looked good on him

“Oh, you’re home?” he acted as if you had arrived while looking at the mirror, trying to practice his expression and what he would say the moment he sees you arrive

“Ah, babe, you’re home!” he smirked and wiggled his brows as he continued trying to act out what he should do, eventually becoming tired as he sighed and went back to the living room and lied down on the sofa, grabbing his phone to continue on checking out new songs to listen to

-

Just a little over forty minutes later, you arrived the apartment and slowly dragged your luggage in. You were about to call Sanggyun, but you saw him asleep on the sofa, chest bare with nothing but the long, plaid bathrobe and black jogging pants.

You chuckled to yourself as you put your bag to the side, seeing the box full of lingerie by the sofa. You widened your eyes as you walked over to the box, and then looked at Sanggyun with an appalled expression. You sighed and grabbed the box, putting them by the bedroom door. You walked back to the living room and leaned over to Sanggyun, kissing his lips since you didn’t want to wake him up. But well, he did.

His eyes widened the moment he saw you right in front of him, immediately sitting up as you just grinned and crossed your arms as you looked at him

“Uh, did you arrive just now or…” Sanggyun mumbled as he scratched his head

“Few minutes ago.” you gave a nod

“I fell asleep…” Sanggyun yawned

“No kidding?” you chuckled and walked over to the kitchen to get a glass of water, turning to Sanggyun who stood up, looking all confused again

“Explain to me why you’re wearing such an outfit?” you tilted your head a bit in question while smiling, and he couldn’t help but laugh and become embarrassed

“Well… I got bored while waiting for you, so…” he pouted

“Seems like you enjoyed fumbling through my package over there?” you pointed to the box by bedroom door as Sanggyun also turned to look at it, then looked at you

“Kenta actually brought it here and accidentally opened it because he thought the package was his.” Sanggyun grinned awkwardly, and you widened your eyes as you put the glass away

“Kenta… saw?” you asked in surprise, and Sanggyun slowly nodded

“Um, yeah. Guess he knows what undergarments I wear too now.” you left your mouth open in shock as you tried to walk over to the bedroom, but Sanggyun grabbed your arm and pulled you slowly closer to him into a hug

“Hey, Kenta’s not like that. Besides, he’s just as mortified as you.” he chuckled and kissed your forehead

“I was gonna save those for our anniversary next week.” you pouted, and Sanggyun suddenly widened his eyes again

“Wait… next week?” Sanggyun furrowed his brows

“Oh wow, you totally forgot. Alright.” you sulked jokingly as you pushed him aside and walked over to the bathroom, and he just looked at you confusedly

“Wait, babe!” he called out, but you slammed the door shut right when he was by the bathroom

“Babe, I’m sorry!” Sanggyun said as kept knocking on the bathroom door

“Sure you are!” you yelled back

“No, I really am!” Sanggyun pouted, and shortly, you opened the door and wore nothing but a towel on, which Sanggyun gulped the moment he saw you, but you just crossed your arms and looked at him sternly

“Uh, yeah. I kind of lost track with the dates…?” Sanggyun scratched his head

“Sure you did.” you closed the door again, and Sanggyun just sighed

“Seriously, babe? I’ve waited for you for two weeks and we end up like this?” Sanggyun crossed his arms and whined, but you didn’t reply when in reality you were trying to hold in your laughter and excitement while inside the bathroom

“Babe! Y/n!” Sanggyun called repeatedly and knocked on the bathroom door again, so you finally felt bad and opened the door and grabbed his arm, pulling him inside swiftly and closing the door shut, both yours and his giggles erupting from the bathroom within the next few minutes

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Best Friend's Brother || Min Yoongi

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Words: 3928 (jesus christ)

A/N: aye, another smut by yours truly lol. I’ve been wanting to write a smutty yoongi fic- I honestly cant wait to write for the rest of the members! i really don’t know what to say haha. Oh! Thank you so much for the love, we truly appreciate it! if you like what you see from us, send us a request! :) we also love feedback so let us know what you like! <3 much much love

- admin courtneycat =^.^=

p.s.- he looks so goddamn fluffy in this gif :D

Growing up with the Mins next door always seemed like a blessing. Min Jisu had easily become your best friend in grade school. She was sweet, yet sarcastic, nice, yet savage. Just like her older brother- Yoongi. Yoongi was always quiet and kept to himself when we were all together at their place. Jisu would always be busy keeping you entertained as kids- showing you all her dolls and makeup and watching Sailor Moon on the television. Because what else would two eight-year-old girls do on the weekend? You had always tried to include Yoongi in your activities, but he wanted nothing apart of that, no no no.

High school was an adventure on its own. Your friendship with Jisu only became stronger and you shared all the bits and pieces of life with each other. From homework, school rumors and crushes. Nothing beat late night phone calls about cute boys or weekend sleepovers with facials and talks about your crushes. You guys told each other everything and kept nothing a secret. Or at least that’s what you two thought. Between the calls, sleepovers and lunchroom table whispers, you shared brief touches and quick glances with one boy in your life.

Min Yoongi. Yes, that’s right. You had the hots for your best friend’s brother.

 Dear God, help you. You couldn’t help it though. Yoongi was the definition of cute. He hated being called cute, but dammit he was. Stealing glances at him from across the lunch room from your table to his, you’d see his ruffled hair from his fingers running through it. He would be talking to his friend- Namjoon. And when you would look away, his eyes would land right on you as well. Sometimes you both would accidentally look at each other at the same time and as you would lock eyes, the same shade of red would blossom on your faces.

Sleepovers were the death of Yoongi. That meant three days of gossip, chick flicks and you. Not that you were a problem, but you kind of were the problem. Seventeen-year-old him didn’t know what he was feeling when you bumped into him on a Saturday night in small shorts and a tee shirt. Your legs were on display and your hair was pulled up into a messy ponytail revealing your neck. Your face was blushed as his large hands were gripping at your waist to steady you from falling backwards. Looking up at his face, you noticed his cheeks were also stained a light pink and his eyes were trained onto you already. Feeling too hot suddenly, he let go of you fast and stuttered out a quick sorry before running back up the stairs to his room.

Two weeks ago, was high school graduation and nerves ran through your body at the time. You were nervous because not only was your family there, but also the Mins. They treated you just like their own and couldn’t not be there for you. Before you knew it, seven speeches flew by and you were tossing your cap into the air like every other student around you. You gathered your robe up and ran down the steps to your family and engulfed them into a hug. No matter how much they bothered you during school, you knew that they meant the best. You then turned around and was tackled by Jisu. She had happy tears in her eyes and you couldn’t help but laugh at her. Hugging her back, you made fun of her in her ear about crying. She then let you go and hit you with her cap repeatedly. She then walked over to her parents to thank them as well.

Looking around at the scene, years of studying and cramming over. For at least now.

A small tap on your shoulder broke you out of your trance and you turned around to see Yoongi behind you.

“Um, I think this belongs to you,” he held up your cap for you to see and you smiled lightly at him and grabbed the hat from him.

“Thank you, Yoongi,” you told him as you both continued to stare at each other. Surprising you, he pulled you into a hug. His arms wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you against him. Eyes wide, your arms had a mind of their own and wound themselves around his waist. Pulling back a bit, you looked up at him as he looked down at you. His dark hair was tousled, but it still looked nice. You couldn’t help but want to stay in his arms forever. You weren’t too sure how long you both were standing there in each other’s arms, but you parents were pulling you away to take you to a dinner that both families were going to. That night was filled with longing stares, as well.

Now here you were, sitting in Jisu’s room for a week before the both of you would take off for a vacation trip. You were both sitting on the floor, scrolling through social media and eating junk food. It was around midnight and their parents were out for a few days on their own holiday as well.

“I still can’t believe that Matthew didn’t ask you out!” Jisu yelled out in frustration. You only chuckled and popped a few Skittles in your mouth.

“It’s honestly fine, Ji. I don’t like him anyway,” you told her. Her eyes bugged out at your response. Jisu thought you had liked Matthew. Did that mean that you lied all that time about liking him?

“What do you mean? I thought you liked him! Were you lying this whole time you dirtbag?” she exclaimed while pushing you playfully. You only laughed at her and nodded. Jisu scowled. Grumbling and groaning she shoveled a mouthful of popcorn in her mouth and loudly chewed to annoy you. You rolled your eyes at her and continued to look through Instagram. It was mostly just graduation and beach trip photos. Scrolling through more, you come across a selfie of Yoongi. How could you forget that you follow him on there? Looking at the photo more, your eyes widen at the sight.

“Jisu! Did you see what Yoongi has done?” looking at her you shoved your phone into her face and she squinted at the sight of him.

“What the absolute fuck? He dyed his hair? Its blonde! What the hell!” Jisu screamed. You couldn’t help but laugh at her again. Shaking your head at her, you take back your phone and like the photo. She only stares you down with beady eyes. “Did you just like that?”

“Yeah,” you don’t pay any attention to her as you stare at the photo just a tad bit longer and proceed to scroll past it. Her eyes were still trained on you. Feeling her stare, you look back up at her, “what?”

“Why, Y/N?” Well you weren’t going to tell her that his blonde hair turned you on.

“It looks good on him,” you shortly reply to her. Looking away, you sigh and place your phone on the ground, “I’m gonna get something to drink, want anything?”

“Get me a coke, pretty please!” nodding at her, you get up, stretch, and walk out and down to the kitchen. You quietly pad down the stairs, just in case Yoongi happened to be sleeping. Learning quickly as a child, he did not like to be woken up at all. Walking into the kitchen with the intention of being alone, you were quite surprised to see the blonde stud in the kitchen. Gasping lightly, you lose your footing and accidently bash the side of your hip into the island in the middle of the kitchen. Yoongi chokes on his drink at the sound of you and turns quickly to face you. There you are, grumbling in pain as you hold your left side. Your hair is mess and after Yoongi calmed down he softly chuckled at the sight of you. Walking over to you, he lightly grabbed your hand.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” he asked you. You nodded slowly, feeling the blush rise to your cheeks. How embarrassing is this? Looking up at him, you take in the sight of the new haired Yoongi. Holy mother of god. He’s hot. Your cheeks grew warmer and Yoongi noticed. A smirk appeared on his pouty mouth as he ran a hand through his fresh locks.

“Do you like it?” he asked you.

“Yes- I mean, uh yeah. Yeah it looks good,” You stuttered out. You didn’t want to seem like a creep, but gosh you couldn’t help it. He chuckled again at you. You were cute. Deciding to get something to drink finally, you walk around him to get a bottled water and coke out of the fridge. Setting Jisu’s drink on the counter, you open your water and sip at it to help cool you down. He was watching you with curious eyes. And you quickly look him up and down. He was wearing a pair of black sweats and a fitted white tee shirt. He looked simple. Yet so, so good.

“So, I uh, heard about Matthew, sorry,” he started out.

“Oh! No worries, it’s okay, haha. I didn’t really like him anyway,” you told him. He nodded slightly, his blonde hair bouncing a bit.

“Ah, but still he’s a tool for letting you slip by, though,” he told you. And in his mind, he was telling the truth. Yoongi thought you were beautiful, cute, sexy and every other word he can think of. But his favorite you, was this in front of him. Messy hair, baggy shirt, shorts and fuzzy socks was his absolute favorite look on you.

“Ah, thank you,” you blushed again, “he wasn’t really my type anyway,” you replied to him. His eyebrows rose in question. His eyes, oh my god. His eyes seemed to have looked through you soul.

“And what is your type?” he asked you. Gulping, you look at him. This boy had seemed to be there for you for every moment in your life. You mean, so had Jisu as she was your best friend. But, Yoongi was there too. You never really asked him, but he had always seemed to have shown up out of the blue. He was there for your sixteenth and had watched you blow out your candles. He was there, rubbing your back as your prom date disappeared with another girl. And he was there, sitting on the couch next to you on your eighteenth birthday party with all your friends as you had your first sip of alcohol. He was there watching you as you walked the stage of graduation. Before you knew you, your brain had said ‘fuck it’.

“You,” your mouth said. God damnit, why? Why was your mouth in cahoots with your brain? Frick-frack-fuckity-fuck. His dark eyes were looking right into yours and you were stunned, frozen, stuck- whatever you want to call it. You couldn’t move.

“I uh, I gotta get this drink to Jisu, um- excuse me,” you tried to pass by Yoongi with the drinks in your hands, but his arm grabbed onto your shoulder and held you still against his side. His head leaned closer to your and you could feel his breath on your ear.

“Meet me in my room after Jisu is asleep,” and with that- he was gone. Taking in a large gasp of air, you squeal and run up the stairs to safety. You couldn’t figure out whether you were scared or excited. Either way, this would be one night you wouldn’t ever forget.

It was approaching three in the morning when Jisu was fast asleep. Tucked in her blankets on the bed, she was snoring away. You slowly make your way off your side of the bed before tip-toeing to the door and softly closing it. Fortunately for you, Yoongi’s room was right next door to Jisu’s and as you stood quietly in front of his door you couldn’t help but still for a moment. It was three in the morning, you think to youself. Is he even awake at this hour?  As if he could hear your silent arguing inside your head, his door opened and there he stood. With a smirk adorning his face, he grabbed your hand and pulled you inside his room and closed the door with a soft click.

Taking a glance around his room, he had papers and music discs everywhere. His shelves were decorated with even more music from ever genre you could think of. You knew he loved music, but this was so much more than you could ever think of. He was messy, in an organized way.

His hand tightens around yours and that’s when you realized that he hadn’t let your hand go since entering. The thought makes your cheeks turn rosy for a second. Looking back at him, he tugs you closer to him and he sits down on his bed. You sit down next to him. It is quiet and you’re a tab bit nervous about what may or may not happen.

“Stop me if I’m wrong. Stop me if I’m being too much. Please stop me if you don’t want this,” he told you. You didn’t understand, but the moment his hand cupped your cheek, you understood. The pad of his thumb brushed over the highs of your cheeks and you could feel his breath come closer to yours. Soon enough his face was centimeters away from you. His pouty pink lips just hovering above yours, you make your decision.

“I’ve waited too long to stop you,”

With your choice of words, Yoongi places his lips on yours. They were soft against yours and you at that moment you finally knew what this was. This was everything you’ve ever wanted in life. This was the very feeling you had waited for. This boy, who you had stolen glances and lingering touches was finally kissing you.

Yoongi grabbed at your thighs and lifted you up and over his lap with your legs over each side of him. You reattached your lips back to his and placed your hands on his shoulders and his went to your waist. His tongue lapped at your bottom lip and you gave him entrance. Your tongue met his and soon enough, the simple kiss had turned into something way more.

Feeling risky, you decided to slowly rock your hips in circles to create some sort of friction that was much needed. Groans bubbled from the back of Yoongi’s throat as his grip on your waist dropped to your hips and ground you further into his growing bulge.

“Fuck,” he whispered out in your ear. Your breaths came out harsh and in pants. Yet, you needed so much more than this.

Breaking the kiss, you looked at him. His lips were red and swollen and you could only assume yours looked the same way. You raised your hand to his chest and gently pushed him down on the bed in a laying position. Lowering yourself slowly onto him, you placed your lips near his ear.

“I need you, Yoongi,”

His hands shot back up and cupped your face to give you a long and deep kiss. You could feel every emotion that he wanted you to feel. His hands then traveled down and gripped the ends of your shirt and tugged it up and over your head. Shortly after that, your bra was taken and thrown off as well. His lips then left yours and started kissing down your neck and collar bones, sucking and biting along the way. Wanton moans left your lips and you let your hand travel down and palm him.

“Babygirl, I’m not going to last long if you keep doing that,” he groaned out at you. His lips then found your breast and began sucking and biting your nipple.

“Ahh, Yoongi- I need you so much,” you moan out. Yoongi flipped you underneath, him now on top of you. He rid himself of his clothes at a pace you couldn’t comprehend, yet you didn’t care. All you needed right now was him. All of him.

Yoongi’s fingers played with the hem of your panties and began to trace the outside of your wetness. You began to buck into his fingers from the feeling and whined at him. A smirk graces his face again as he lowers himself down and slowly peels your panties down your legs. He kisses the inside of your thighs before planting a kiss on your clit.

“Fuck, Yoongi,” you moan at him as your hand tangles into his blonde hair. His tongue does wonders as it circles your clit and drags down and laps at the wetness that leaks out. The sensation has you tugging at his roots and he groans into you at the feeling. Yoongi then has his lips trail back up to your clit and suck while two of his fingers slip inside you.

“Oh god, Yoongi- I need you inside me, please,” you whine out to him. His fingers slowly come out of you and he presses them against your lips.

“Taste yourself baby, suck your fingers clean for me,” your tongue comes out and circles his fingers before wrapping your lips around them and sucking. Groaning, Yoongi takes back his hands, “Babygirl, I’d love to feel your mouth around me, but I need to be inside you now,” he says before slipping his boxers off.

Pushing your legs apart, he nestles himself in between them and runs his tip up and down your vagina. He then pushes himself into you and moans about how tight you are. You couldn’t understand anything at the time because the pleasure is just too much to handle as you begin to move your hips with him. He drops down onto his hand on either side of you as his pace gets much faster.

Yoongi is in complete bliss as he feels how tight you are around him. Your so slick and wet and just warm and its throwing him closer and closer to the edge. You were his first crush, his only crush. Sure, he had girls throughout his time, but you were always on his mind. And like so, you could only think of him. He was long and thick, and he hit every sensitive spot inside you, sending you into complete bliss each time.

His lips attach to your neck again and he sucks purple and red marks on it. Your fingers rake down his back and his pace somehow goes even faster. The friction is too much and you start to see stars in your vision.

“You like it when I go fast, huh? You like it when I’m so deep inside you?” You can only nod, the feeling too amazing to form words. He’s going so fast that you don’t even have a second to catch a breath as your cumming so hard on his length.

“Yoongi, I’m cumming, oh my god, I’m cumming- you feel so good,” you chant out to him. You don’t care that Jisu could possible hear you at this moment. The only sounds you can hear is yourself gasping and the sound of skin slapping against each other. Yoongi is still going hard, trying to chase his own high. He’s pumping himself harder into you and you could only cry out in shock as the over stimulation you feel. You clench around him and moans cry out of you. Your legs shake and you can feel yourself approaching a second orgasm.

Before you know it, his fingers work at your clit and you nearly scream as you cum again on him. He quickly pulls out and shoots out long streams of cum on your stomach.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck baby. You’re so good, yes, yes, ahhh,” he moans out.

When the last string squirts out, he collapses next you and takes a breath. You’re still trying to find your breath and calm down your heart. You feel the bed shift, but your eyes are closed, still too dizzy from the best orgasms you have ever felt in your entire life.

Shortly after, a warm cloth was wiping the mess from your lower half. And after that, a shirt was being dressed on you and a pair of sweats sliding up your legs, too. Yoongi then threw on a pair of boxers and a tee shirt as well. He then slid himself against you, spooning you from behind and turned his lamp off.

Laying in complete darkness with his armed around you, you could only think of what this all means, and what the future would bring you.

“I can hear you thinking,” he chuckled out, “I’ve waited for you my entire life, believe it or not. I knew from the first time I’ve ever met you, that I’d love you unconditionally… so, uh, I did this backwards and shit, but uh- do you wanna go out sometime?”

Smiling widely, you lace your fingers in with his hand that was wrapped around your waist.

“I love you too, Yoongi,” you tell him. You could feel the gummy smile on his face form on the back of your neck, “and yes, I’d love to go on a date with you,”

You have never slept so well in your life.

Waking up, you decide to make some breakfast for Jisu and Yoongi since you knew that they wouldn’t be up for a couple more hours. Making your way out of Yoongi’s arms, you slip quietly out of his room and down to the kitchen. You then prepare the bacon, eggs and pancakes for breakfast.

As you stir the mix together, you feel arms wrap around your waist and you smile. Leaning back against the firm chest, you then feel his lips kiss the side of your head.

“Good morning, baby,” he whispers to you.

“Good morning, Yoongi,” you whisper back to him. He kisses your cheek and lets you go to go set the table.

Shortly after finishing the last of the bacon, you place the plates of food on the table and hear footsteps pad down the steps. Jisu is rubbing her eyes, and yawning.

“Man, I knew I picked a good best friend,” she said jokingly. You let out a snort and tell her to sit down and eat.

The three of you eat in silence mostly, only talking every few moments. But throughout the time, you and Yoongi would steal glances and he’d nudge your foot with his with a goofy little smile every once in a while. What you didn’t know is that Jisu saw all of that. She saw the way Yoongi has had his eye on you for years and that you’d steal glances at her brother, too. She saw the way his eyes would glint every time you would come over, and she’d see the way yours would sparkle when you would talk to him. Jisu wasn’t dumb. She also saw the very obvious hickeys that you tried hiding.

“Ah, this was good, thank you Y/N. I’ll wash dishes, don’t worry- you two can go back upstairs for round two if you want,” You choked on your pancake as the words left her mouth. She patted your back and continued herself,

“But could you two please keep it down this time?” this time Yoongi spilt his drink down his chin.

You two could only laugh in the end.