#it’s close to my apartment and the area is beautiful and the owner of the horse is surprisingly chill

[malpractice-morale]

I am trying to get some joy back into my life and I may go and have a ride through the forest tomorrow!!!! Big might because horsey was at a rallye today and may be sore tomorrow but gods what joy that would bring me. And if not tomorrow then Thursday at the latest! I shall be on horseback again after two years!!!!

[toots-senpai]

cod landlords: drabble series { price.one }

Author:@toots-senpai (☆MY MASTERPLAN☆) Fandom: cod::mw2 Pairing: JOHN PRICE X READER Rating/Warnings: nothing too nsfw, drugs/smoking, daydreaming and looking at john price a beautiful apartment in your area owned by john price himself. Word Count: 4.6k A/n:lemme know if there's errors please, thank you <3. also will prob make a smutty pt 2, good enough to not be put in just one fic

When you first see him, it isn't intended. The burly man standing over his mailbox and preoccupied, not staring at you yet. Your glance at him moves to the apartment before you even bother to ogle, the chandelier in the lobby and nice warm temperature a vast difference from the winter storm blowing outside this afternoon. An apartment viewing you scheduled after your terrible day at work and having to shovel out your car this morning and after work has you a bit sweaty beneath the layers. Working out your sore muscles and walking in a little further, your warm coat rustling as you pulled it off your shoulders. The man finishes up looking at the mail from his mailbox and he does a double take looking towards the sound of your coat rustling. He's clearly warm compared to your cold flushed form, only sporting a long sleeved grey tee compared to your layers, holsters sitting on his hip and uniform jacket in his arm. There's a small second of a connected glance and his eyes lowers down your form and you can't even register where's his stare is going before the door opens on the second floor and another man has both of your glances flicking away from each other. The man profusely apologizes to you for making you wait and the barrel chested man in front of you starts up a small conversation of their to-do's.

It's a short conversation they have, seeming to be close friends and co-joined partners in owning the complex. You could ogle at the apartment around you, take notice of the two floors of apartments and count the amount of mailboxes that the complex has that's much more than your current apartment but the way the solider shifts in front of you leaves you time to concentrate on him instead. He's probably only as comfortable as he is due to the heavy storm outside, probably being able to come home from work early but he's clearly tired, shifting on sore muscles that flex and convulse in discomfort as he crosses his arms over his broad chest and talks about some sort of maintenance needing to be done in some apartments. He doesn't spare you a glance when he walks away but the other owner does tease you about your lingering stare, nothing but friendly and probably trying to rush the viewing but the statement does make you blush.

It honestly doesn't matter to you, he opens the doors to the upstairs and to the apartment he's showing and lets you walk around without lingering himself, waiting at the doorframe. The place would be dumb to not get, a better study room and a bigger kitchen and then to close the deal, you're exchanging lease information and wishing off small goodbyes, the same soldier opens the door at the end of the hall and is too busy shuffling to many things in his arms but, looking up to his keyframe and seeing you in his peripheral has him looking at you and letting out a small chuckle before opening the door to his apartment, just across the hall. Definitely a gift hidden in the deal.

You did mind wander and imagine scenarios of what if's and whatever but once you've been moving your stuff in, two weeks of heavy snow, tables and dressers, you honestly don't think there's a chance that you'd see him again. Lack of judgement of course but the warmth of the thought of the bulky man carrying up your boxes and helping you move in was something that could make your nerves set a fire and give up the tough woman act. Yet everything's done now, crushed dreams of having the fine older man carry your things without struggle blowing out of your mind with the flurry of snow hitting your face. The weather has only gotten worse, no matter how much salt being placed down the icy path has still built up making the ground in general overly slippery. Your scarf is pulled up past your lips yet your breath still condensates the air in warm clouds of air past your face. These last three boxes full of your kitchen supplies being able to be carried with ease if the ice wasn't your arch nemesis that already bruised the hell out of your entire thigh while you were just trying to take your blankets in on the extremely clear and cold day yesterday. You're fighting with yourself at your open trunk if you are willing to fight the ice today with a slower stride, after all it was reasonable why you slipped. Maybe it's not the best idea but it's too light to not do it, careful strides against the pathway of the sidewalk to the backdoor, trying to look down at the ground as your feet slightly slip on the ice as you walk.

You truly aren't even slipping when you fully slip, stumbling a bit with the boxes when another gush of wind pushes the lighter top boxes from your stack and their slipping a little bit off the stack faster than you can get a solid grip on the ground. You don't even fully fall with his chest to brace as he quickly comes behind you. He's come up behind you before you even slip, holding the grasp of the box you lost and letting your hand brace on his chest for a second before looking down at you while you stare up at the six foot man with shock. The exchanged stare is interrupted by another flurried gust of wind that makes you close your eyes and his grip to become a little more firm on the boxes, other hand pulling you closer by your waist to block you from the flurries of snow and when you open your eyes, flurries on your eyelashes and his dripping a little, he's got the prettiest smile a man could have. Pearly straight teeth and another one of his deep gruff chuckles slipping from his throat. You're a little embarrassed and have a wild blush rising to your face on top of your already cold flushed cheeks. Your dreams have come true but not fully, he takes only one of your boxes but he does open the outside door for you and even walks up the stairs to open the door that connects to the second floor for you. You mumble out a thank you the first time and stumble up the stairs as he holds the door open for you, laughing a little as you stumble and chuckling when you huffed out another annoyed thank you from his teasing laugh. It's silent though as he walks behind you, standing by your door with the box in his hands as you walk down the hallway and then struggle a bit to open your door. He's even silent as he waits at your door with a questioned look because you didn't invite him inside for him to put down the box, you just wanting to put the boxes on the floor. You honestly thought he was just going to follow you but it does make sense why he standing there, box in his hands with a small chuckle of nervousness and unfamiliarity with your presence to even try to walk in your house.

You laugh just as nervously and give him another thank you and he hands the box over and he just nods his head as a formal goodbye and goes to open his door while you shut yours. Your headspace is just a little bubbly and the box in your hands almost slip from your grip, so lost in thought while staring at your closed door. Your dreams are slowly coming true like a sitcom with you as the main character. Just when you think the dreamy sitcom is over, stirring over a pot of stroganoff you've been been itching to cook since you moved in later in the night. You have to let it sit for awhile and you just can't stand to sit in the kitchen this whole time. Your apartment is much larger now and honestly, it's a bit too big for your taste, kitchen empty and the bubbling stroganoff in the pot bouncing off the walls. Long hallway that you have to walk down to get to the bedrooms of the apartment. You have to walk past the boxes piled up against the walls from not being able to move in all the way and get the pleasure to walk past your coffee and snack mess from the sudden amount of zoom meetings you've had to attend from work. The sight makes you stop in your tracks, disappointment settling in your frayed nerves. It's makes you stressed once again, your weed pen just calling for your euphoric release from the desk. You snatch it up from the desk and you don't want to put your whole setup to help mask the odor right now, stepping over the blankets and instead just going in the bathroom, closing the door and blowing the smoke into the sink.

A blinker or two later a knock on your door has you stunned, coughing and almost dropping your pen. Running hot water and washing your hands with your fragranced hand soap and closing the bathroom door before throwing the pen on the carpeted floor of your study and closing that door too. You make your way to the living room trudging over to the door curious to who's knocking and opening the door before looking through the peephole, not to bad of an action when face to face with the solider standing in front of you with a little flush to his cheeks, a little snow on his shoulders as he stands in fron of the doorframe. It's silent for a moment, you absentmindedly brush off the snow from his shoulders with a smile of hospitality and you can tell he doesn't think he'd get this far. Coming in from the cold winter night after restocking his favorite scotch from the liquor store down the street, alcohol in his other hand, slightly dranken out of. He gulps and extends his hand, layers of clothes rustling as he moves.

"John, John Price." He says, the alcohol on his breath pungent with a bit of a cigar lingering in his breath. His grumbly voice makes your legs shake and it makes you feel a bit exposed under his stare, skimpy bedwear hanging off your shoulders and high on your thighs. You smile at his friendliness and push away the unholy thoughts, giving him a lazy shake back, his grip firmer against your smaller hands. You hum your name to him and he smiles back, mutters something about your food smelling up the hallway and offers to pay you for some jokingly. It would be a crime to not let the solider in for some of the food, a little disrespectful even more that you were making so much anyways and wouldn't offer him some. You let him in of course, closing the door behind him and letting him take a good look at his property, newly furnished with your personal furniture. He asks where to put his jacket and you tell him to put it where he likes. He sits down and his sprawls his body out on the chair a little after placing his double layered jacket on the chair of the dining room next to him.

You plate him and he almost moans when he smells it up close before placing the scotch down and asking if you'd wanna drink some with him. This is becoming a problem to quickly, letting basically this stranger in for dinner and drinking with him despite knowing his real intentions. It's not like he truly has any, joking about you almost falling that morning and telling you a couple of military stories and his rank when you ask about his job. The brown liquor is swirling in your system and soon the food is gone and the conversation has slowed, you two enjoying each others company for a moment as you watch him gulp down another cup of scotch. You have to stop staring, even if you're tipsy you can recognize that, standing up and moving the plates off the table and putting them in the sink. He excuses himself, thanks you for dinner and inviting him over to eat at the door and walks out, coat tucked in his arm.

The next time you see him is when you pay your rent for the month, handing his partner the check from the door and seeing price sprawled out on his couch in his partners apartment, filling out some paperwork, hunched over and stressed out as he wipes his face in distress. You almost have to physically pull yourself away from staring at him, mentally moving your body and giving a curt nod to his partner after handing over the envelope. The burly man has you internally kicking your feet and mentally dropping to your knees with shaky legs as you hear the door close behind you as you walk down the hallway. Then, you don't see him for awhile. The winter storm passing and the temperature warming, your house fully unpacked and everything clean. Your window of your study is slightly open as you take a rip of the dab you've collected, stick decorated with a favorite cartoon on the handle. Your sitcom feels over and suddenly cancelled from the lack of audience, days go by of you hoping to see him next to his mailbox or even in the parking lot hopefully today after you do groceries later today. You only have a couple of minutes for lunch and honestly you've been snacking the whole meeting anyway. Smoke bubbling into your mouth and flying out of the window, you look out on a nearby gas station and the trees are slightly growing now as spring nears. Busy traffic filled streets pulling into the gas station and speeding across the streets. Regardless of the ache in your shoulder from sitting in your office chair you still bend down for another hit, too lazy to pull the glass into your hands.

Another knock on your front apartment door makes you cough terribly, disrupting your hit. You quickly blow out the smoke from your mouth out the window and don't bother to move out of your study. You don't truly have to answer the door, even if there's another knock, that comes a couple minutes after the first one you have to get into your meeting session anyway. The next time you see him, is a week later he's coming out of his apartment same time as you, you're freshly baked from your morning sesh and honestly this isn't where you'd want to see him after all this time. Nothing against him but you were kinda in your own zone today, no work meant for some good personal time and right now you just wanted to head out for the afternoon with some friends. Keys and accessories jangling causing him to look at you.

"Knocked the other morning. Couldn't have answered?" He states dull and questioning. Interrogating in his own tone. You don't have any fear about the solider following you down the hallway ratting or even pushing you out. There aren't any rules about smoking in the complex but yet you still feel like you're being ratted on in a way, self consciously paranoid about why he was knocking.

"Sorry John, I had a meeting to attend. Online of course." You add walking out of the door that leads downstairs and leaving it open for him. He walks out and walks down a couple of the stairs, slightly waiting for you to walk down with him. "Is there a problem sir?" You ask softly as you walk beside him. These random silences make for an interesting tension to build between the two of you, you can see him scratching his beard out of discomfort as he walks down the stairs, clearly something he's not bothering to say out of your peripheral. He doesn't say anything as the two of you walk. You separate ways when he walks to his mailbox with a grumbled huff and you go out to the parking lot.

It doesn't take long to come back from your afternoon out. The evening is nice after having such a shitty winter and the soft breeze is cool against your skin, the air chilled and humid, icicles falling off of trees. The atmosphere is perfect, your usual smoke spot on your trunk tempting you to roll a joint on your lap as you come out of your drivers seat. Closing the door behind you and making your way around your car to sit on your trunk, enjoying the peaceful spring sounds of birds and running water. You've had something tucked away that you wanted to smoke with your friends but everyone had separated to early. Now you're halfway through your joint when John stuns you once more for the day, he's taking it out of your hand, soft enough to not ash on you or let a cherry fall but surprising you enough for a blush to rise on your face and to almost smack him out of reflex if it wasn't for his other hand grabbing your wrist.

"You know this stuff is illegal right?" He asks voice grumbly, leaving you stunned at the man above you. Even sitting on your trunk he's so tall, broad frame shadowing the small amount of sun comign from the evening sunset. Your knees are spread as you had your feet up on the bumper but you close your legs to distance yourself from him, knees right by the front of his hips.

"What ya going to do solider boy.. nark?" You ask, a little shaky in the tone from being so stunned but you take the joint back from his fingers before he lets it die out, his doesn't barter but just watches you in disbelief. You're dragging another hit and blowing it where the winds going before looking back at him. He's got his arm crossed now, he's taken a little offense to your snarky statement. "Would you rather have it reek the hallways?"

"I can smell it from when I pulled in the parking lot." He mutters and you look over to the other entrance of the parking lot, a woman smoking a cigarette leaning on the brick wall.

"Can't smell the cigarette?" You state pointing to the woman leaning on the brick wall of the complex and he just scoffs and shakes his head.

"You reek more." He simply responds, checking you back with the same 'cocky' attitude you have. It makes you giggle and then there's another one of those comfortable silences. You're licking your lips and taking in this captain standing over you as you sit on the trunk, blocking your sun with his strong arms crossed over each other. You lean back a little so the sun hits your face better and you hand back out the joint to pass to him. He stares at you with the same disbelief but he backs down after another silent moment, motioning you to scoot over on your trunk and sitting next you, bumping the car down a little with his weight. He only takes a singular hit before passing it to you, you don't need to explain how to him how to correctly smokes it. A deep inhale and he leans back next to you, blowing the smoke behind you. There's another comfortable silence as you take another drag, his eyes locked on yours for a moment before he stands up, muttering a small thank you before walking off towards the backdoor. His hands pushed in his pockets as he walks away. It makes you wonder if he did that just to see you reaction.

The next time you see Price is after you get his number from the other owner another week later. Something wrong with your in unit laundry and his partner says that he's the guy to talk to about it, not being so good on mechanics himself. His partner texts you something about Price being busy all day and telling you to text him later, you look at the message with his number for far too long. Eating and watching tv with the phone screen on and even plugging in your phone by the living room sofa where you're watching tv to keep the phone screen open. There's a knock at your door before you even manage to send a text. The weed pen on your table slipping into your pocket with your other hand you're not using to get up to stand. Through the peep hole is John, leaning on your doorframe, clearly tired with some oil on his cheek. Broad body in a tight tee and muscles flexing as he leans against the door and knocks again, tired.

You jiggle the door knob and play with the lock for him to have enough time to get off the door so you can open it. He takes in your form, the last piece of clean laundry on your skin being just black leggings and a loose crop top. You can see a small dust of a flush on his cheeks but he's speaking before either of you can acknowledge it.

"Heard something's wrong with your washer.." He mumbles and you nod and let him in. He follows you down the hallway and thankfully your study is already closed but you do have to take your clothes out of the washer for him. He leans against the wall where he can see you in the doorway and he tries not to watch you take out your clothes and pretty undergarments but he really wanted to just look at you. Enjoying your company as you're kneeling on the floor and putting your clothes into the hamper, hair falling off your shoulders as you crouch and bend over to take your wash out. He smirks slightly when you look at him from where you sit with your knees on the floor but you stand up before he's able to see the flush on your cheeks from his small action and walk away, letting him do his job. You sit on the couch as you wait for him, looking at that text from the other owner one last time and finally shutting it off before he sees it open on your phone.

You watch a couple of episodes of your show before you get curious as to why it's taking so long, why he hasn't moved from the bathroom. As you round the hallway, he's using your small garbage can in the bathroom to clean up some gunk from the bottom of your washer. Your dryer in the hallway and his body laying completely on the floor, lower half peeking out from behind the dryer as he fiddles with the washer. You slowly walk over, small steps to sneak up on the solider. You can see his happy trail and his pants low on his hips and shirt raked up a little bit to see a bit of his toned hips. You let out a small shaky breath and he perks up at the sound, looking straight at you while sitting up.

"Sorry, I was wondering what you were doing.. did I scare you?" You ask with a small laugh and he just smiles and scoffs and lays back down, not even bothering to fix his shirt or his pants, too focused on whatever he's doing. You honestly don't know what's coming over you as you walk past him, looking down at his exposed skin and making a small show for him of walking over that makes him let out a small chuckle that he doesn't intend for you to catch when you walk in your room. You do though as your going in, bedroom door closing leaving his laugh a little muffled. His laugh makes you a little giddy about the burly captain in your house, heart beating fast with a little nervousness. You flop on your bed and crawl over a bit to your bedside drawer, small snacks and candy in there and a couple of books on the shelf above the drawer. You slip a small candy into your mouth and bring out another one for the man on the floor and a small pillow for his head but when you finally come back out of your room you bump into his back in the hallway and he has to spin around to look at you. He's on the move to put the dryer back up after moving around the washer but because you bumped into him he's turning around to look at you.

Broad chest towering over you as you roll the candy in your mouth nervously. He's got a better view of you, looking at your pen hanging a bit loose from your pocket and down the valley of your smooth chest before locking eyes with you. He's so close, you want to wipe off the grunge from his face and pull him down to you, wanting to be truly face to face almost like sitting on the trunk of your car. You roll the candy again, tongue lolling around the candy, that he lets the connected stare break to look down at your lips to flick back to your eyes faster. "Sorry." You mutter out after the long silence and the connected stare that doesn't falter anymore as he softly chews at his tongue in his mouth. You're holding the pillow in your arm and the wrapper of the hard candy in your fingers catches his attention to break the stare.

"Alright." He mutters, voice gruff and blunt. HIs eyes flick from yours down your body, seeing the tiny wrapper tucked between your fingers. "Is that an apology?" He asks while his rough hands are taking the candy from your fingers, plastic crinkling as he puts it in his palm. He only looks at it a second before slipping it in his back pocket and looking back down at you before moving out of the way from the middle of the hallway. "I accept it, thank you." He coos teasingly make you smile as you walk past, small pillow in your arms as you walk down the hallway and let him go back to work on the washer. It's halfway through another episode when you hear your washer on and you look over your couch to hear better, he wouldn't have just started it without clothes, right? Your basket is empty as he holds it walking out of your bathroom and humming in approval.

"Did you just throw back in my wash?" You ask accusingly from your spot and he snaps his neck to look at you, like he's been caught but he shrugs it off as he places the basket by the bathroom and walks down the hallway.

"Sorry, wanted to see if it'll run. Not like you have tons of natural detergents with specific instructions." You scoff at his response and he laughs, as he stands in the doorway of the hallway a second. Then his broad body is leaning over the back of the couch and his arm is dropping down your front to pull at the pen on your hip falling out a little from your pocket with an accusing coo and a chuckle that makes you blush and look up at him, holding a firm grasp at your pen at your hip with a your hand on your pocket so he couldn't keep tugging at the mouthpiece to pull it out. You turn to glare at him and he has a cocky smile as he leans over your shoulder, bringing his other hand to your chin to keep your stares locked and pulling you closer, his fingers letting go of your pen and instead moving his large hands up to the under your chin to make you keep your eyes locked on his. "What are you doing tonight luv?"

[woonova]

꩜ ﾟ˖ SING ME TO SLEEP !.

◟﹙ 🎡 ﹚kim sunoo ﹕oneshot ﹙ @woonova ﹚

ʚɞ ﾟ˖  written to say something by twice

ʚɞ ﾟ˖  genre fluff, high school au

ʚɞ ﾟ˖  synopsis annoyed at the fact that he would now have to take a different bus because of his teacher's actions sunoo saunters into the afternoon with a displeased mood, that quickly changes once he catches sight of you heading towards the empty seat next to him

ʚɞ ﾟ˖  warning none i'm aware of, plz notify me if you find any

ʚɞ ﾟ˖  wc 0.95k

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SUNOO WAS STARTING TO GET ANNOYED. Slowly, but surely, his eyes were forming into sharp creases and the furrow of his eyebrows grew deeper with every passing minute — forming a deep line in the center of his forehead.

He was meant to leave this dreary building an hour ago — happily finding a seat next to the bus' window as he listened to the soothing melodies that were emitted from his dark coloured earbuds. He grumbled to himself as he stepped out of the building, clearly upset at the fact that his extra lesson's teacher had kept back the class for an extra hour. He would now have to take a different bus that took a longer route, which he was obviously not very keen on doing.

The wait was a short one, it seemed as if as soon as he sat at the waiting area, with an irritated expression and a pout etched on his lips, the bus driver decided to arrive and end his misery. 'It could be worse,' Sunoo thought as he stepped up the worn out steps. The bus wasn't crowded and still had a decent amount of seats left, which Sunoo grinned at — at least he wouldn't have to give up his beloved window seat.

But alas, all happiness and excitement turned to nervousness as tension raked along his body like a thick blanket. He sat upright, anxiously pulling his eyes over your advancing figure.

You seemed tired, exhausted even. Hair pulled back into a messy updo, loose curls escaping — creating a beautiful frame for your face. Your face that carried a drowsy expression, lips pulled into a small pout and eyes slowly hoping for an empty seat to earn its visibility. And before long, you were seated at the far end of the bus, situated in the last row away from all noise and distraction. In an empty seat next to him.

Kim Sunoo was never in your group of associates. Sure, you had seen him lurking around the campus, his bright eyes and radiant smile instantly setting him apart from the rest, but you had never been one to actively seek out an interaction with the boy.

Likewise, you were never a member in Sunoo's large group of friends. Yes, he had seen you around many a times, to the point where his friend, Jungwon claimed he had a special eye just for you. But, unlike you Sunoo had always wondered what you were like under your mask of indifference. He thought of how beautiful your smile would be and the sound of your laughter as he relayed to you one of the many jokes that passed around his circle.

As you sat next to the peachy boy you could almost instantly clock the tension in the air. His shoulders were stiff as he held his backpack close, almost afraid to come any closer than he already was.

"Are you okay?" a soft voice called out and Sunoo abruptly turned to find its owner. He was so baffled that you were even speaking to him that he disregarded the fact that his weird behaviour was evident to you. While you were worried because you were sure of the fact that if he didnt relax soon he would probably face whiplash.

"Calm down, im not gonna hurt you or anything. It's just that you looked a little frightened." you later voiced out after the small pause of silence. Sunoo let out a breath as he relaxed in his seat, becoming hyper aware of his behaviour towards you. He cleared his throat before responding, "Umm yeah, i'm fine." internally cringing at the way his voice sounded.

"Cool, wouldn't want you passing out on me now."

And Sunoo let out a small chuckle at this, "Yeah, cool."

After your unexpected interaction you both fell into a comfortable air of silence. His thick blanket seemingly, slowly slid off leaving him comfortably perched on his seat as he stared out the window, hoping to get away from your gaze. He was falling back into his regular routine. Sweet melodies traveling through his earbuds as he gazed out at the unfamiliar scenery.

Contentment, that could be the word to describe his state as he lightly hummed to himself, creating a beautiful harmony for whoever heard it. You were still seated next to him, your face still carrying that tired expression but now you were a bit more relaxed. And Sunoo couldn't help but think he was the reason as he physically felt you calm down beside him. Your head unconsciously traveling towards his shoulder, as your grip on your own backpack loosened.

And with this newfound knowledge Sunoo continued his actions. He slowly reached upwards to fix your body against his, so that you wouldn't have to worry about a neck ache later in the afternoon and pulled your bag closer into his lap. Never stopping the soothing noises that came from his mouth. You both stayed like this until the end of the ride, sat in soothing tranquility as a blanket of peace wrapped around you.

You awoke from a light shake on your shoulder, it was Sunoo. "Uhh were almost at my stop so I thought i'd wake you." his voice was ever so quiet as if he was afraid to pull you out of your peaceful state.

"Oh yeah no worries, i'm sorry for you know...." you trailed off at the end of your sentence growing a bit shy because of your current situation.

"Don't worry it's not a problem. I'll always be here if you need a shoulder to lay on." He offered you a sly smile.

"I'll hold you to it then."

"I would be sad if you didn't."

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[shadowofahope]

In Too Deep

Pairing: Kim Taehyung!xFemale Reader

Warning: swearing, crude language, mentions of fwb, and mentions of intimate sex

Premise: He's your brother's best friend, that's why you let things slide, but he's gone too far. He's crossed too many lines and now he had to accept that his regular excuses weren't good enough. One hell of a wake-up call to realize just how deep he was in.

word count: 4.1K

Authors notes: I had originally planned this one to contain smut, but no matter how I wrote it it didn't feel quite right. HOWEVER, if you all want a part two with the smut..... I am more than willing to indulge.

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Loud footsteps boom through your apartment as you throw the door open, heels flying off. Marching over to the couch and throwing your work bag down you spin around rage all but consuming you. Every breath coming out ragged, body trembling from sheer outrage. The man following behind you drags his feet, closing the door after you, head down sheepishly avoiding eye contact.

If he was going to act like a man-child at your workplace, unasked for might you add, he could at least take his consequences and the brutal chastising he was about to get like an adult. 

“What the actual hell do you think you’re doing?” You can’t keep your voice calm, you can’t keep your mind calm. Everything in your being is ready to punch this beautiful man in his stupid beautiful face. 

He stands there silently, still not making eye contact. His shaggy hair covers your line of sight to his eyes. 

‘Coward’ your brain supplies you in his silence. 

“He wanted to sleep with you.” He eventually mutters out. 

Your mouth drops open. He did not just say that. Please lord help you, he did not just say that. 

“He wanted to…” Completely dumbfounded. This has to be the most ridiculous thing you’d ever heard. “...sleep with me”

“He was trying to get lucky. He was getting all handsy with you.” Finally finding his excuses, eyes coming to rest on yours. “I heard him bragging to his friend about how he was getting laid tonight. There was no way I was going to let a sleeze talk about you like that.”

This was his justification? THIS is why he caused a scene at your work? Almost getting into a fight with a customer and being escorted out by security. You had managed to talk to the owners of the club you work at and apologize profusely. Only a warning was given thankfully as you had been one of their favorite waitresses and hype dancers since starting over a year ago, bringing in a good chunk of regulars to their VIP lounge area. 

He had to be fucking joking right now. 

“First of all, you don’t get to tell me who I can and can't sleep with.” Your voice comes out like acid, finger pointing at him viciously. “Secondly, it’s my job to make them believe they have a chance. That's how they tip well and keep coming back. I was doing my job! And I was doing it well until you had to neanderthal your way into being almost on the permanent blacklist. Not to mention risking my job.”

Exasperation didn’t cut it. Pure imbridadled rage didn’t cut it. This was giving you a migraine. Trying to relieve some pain you rub at your temples. 

“If you don’t like what I’m doing then LEAVE.” You kindly gesture to the front door, eyes now closed due to the increasing throbbing. “My brother said it would be 4 days, why are you still here?” You were exhausted. He was exhausting. 

“Because we realized just how much you fool around, it’s not safe for you like this. We needed to keep an eye on you.” He tries to persuade you. Always trying to be the hero. Something’s never changed. You roll your eyes at his pathetic attempt at passing blame.

“Who is we?” You bite back bitterly. 

“Your brother and I” 

“No. Hell no! My brother already knows what I do, he’s fine with it. Do not pin your weird hyperfixation of us being a family on me.” Great now you were full blown shouting at him. 

“That’s not what I’m doing. I’m worried about you, you’re like a sister to me.” His small pleading means nothing to you. You’ve heard this excuse too many times before. 

“YOU’RE NOT MY BROTHER TAEHYUNG!” You scream at him, now turning away from him to walk away. Anything to give yourself room to breathe. 

“I understand you don’t see me as family but- I just want you to be safe. What if something bad happens? I don't understand why you’re being so reckless.” He chastises you as you stomp over toward your large bay window. 

“You know exactly why I do this!” You spin around at him. Your old nickname of Viper coming back full force. You wanted to tear his head off.

“Don’t make this my fault!” His aim at defending himself came out as an unconfident whine.

“I’m not saying it’s your fault! GOD!” Hands scratching at your skelp, you wanted to pull all of your hair out. These double standard rules were driving you crazy.  “I’m saying let me deal with rejection and heartbreak the way I want to! When Ari dumped you, you went on a gym binge for 3 months and opted for one night stands. When my brother was cheated on he never came out of his room for 6 months and slept with a previous ex. Everyone deals with it differently, so let me deal with it.”

“3 years. 3 years you’ve been messing around, never committing to a serious relationship. 3 years of your extreme recklessness. Why aren’t you over this by now?” He scoffs at you. Wait…did he just. The venom returned in full force.

“BECAUSE YOU WON’T LEAVE. I'VE BEEN IN LOVE WITH YOU FOR 9 YEARS! I FINALLY TELL YOU HOW I FELT AND YOU BRUSH ME OFF WHEN YOU’RE THE ONE WHO ASKED ME TO THINK ABOUT IT” You let everything out, right into his face, making short work of the room between you. All pent up rage over the years, all the resentment you had for him, as coming out in an almost hysteria. 

“We were only kids….”

“And I was dumb enough think I was special to you. I let myself fall for you and when you were finally 21 I told you my feelings and you said ‘we’re family’ and then introduced me to your girlfriend!” You scream, finally you were addressing it. Finally the elephant in the room was pointed out.  “Do you not understand how aggravating that is?”

“We-” 

“Every time I go home to see my brother and parents, you’re there. Every time my brother visits me, you’re there. I meet up with my brother, you're there. I meet up with our old friends YOU ARE THERE. And now I’ve finally gotten away and distanced myself from you…” You breathe shakily. “You show up at my door needing a place to stay for a couple days.”

“I can’t get over you if you’re in my life. I can’t forget you when every chance you get you meddle into my personal life. Your comments. Your judgements. The way you talk about me to your new friends.” You scoff at him, walking away again to look out of the same window as before. Muttering over your shoulder at his cheap pathetic expression.. “You think I want to keep loving someone who thinks so little of me?”

You laugh bitterly. Some sick joke this is. 

“You’re the one with the preconceived notions. You have no right to talk bad about the people I sleep with.” You can’t let yourself break yet. Not yet. Not when he’s looking at you with disbelief and the smallest hint of disgust. Your arms crossing over your chest, eyes narrowing at the outside world.  “Yes I have friends I occasionally sleep with, but they are still my FRIENDS. We have mutual respect for each other, which is something clearly you and I don’t have.”

You turn to look at him when you hear the floorboards creak under him, his steps heavy. Eyes ablaze with fury? Something you just said made him snap. But what the hell was it? 

“How do you think I feel having to defend you all the time? Most of the guys around town know who you are all because you can’t stop acting like a whore!” His dropping to the deepest parts of his chest. 

You stare at him in disbelief. All need to fight him is gone. You both drown in silence, his words sinking in.

“Get out.” You try to steady your voice. 

“Wait Y/N i didn’t mean-” He pleads.

“Didn’t mean to what Tae? Tell me you're embarrassed to have such a whore of a sister.” Your tongue feels like barbed wire in your mouth as it moves. 

“I-”

“Whatever you thought this was between you and me. Family. A stupid one-sided crush. We’re done. We are nothing anymore, understood?” You slowly walk over, every step in time to your words until you are directly in front of him. 

All he does is stand there, shock all over his face, eyes wide. If you didn’t know better it looked more like he was surprised at himself for saying it, then your reaction. You rip your eyes away from his stunned figure. Neglecting to think further then your need to leave, you stare at your front door.

“Now I’m going to tell you exactly what is going to happen. I’m heading over to Jimin and Hoseoks for the night. YOU are packing your stuff up and finding somewhere else to stay. You will be gone when I get back. And I will never speak to you again.” 

Pushing past him you don't say goodbye or anything else. No looking back to check on him. Slipping your bare feet into your sneakers you leave your apartment. 

‘Don’t break. Don’t break.’ You tell yourself over and over again as you make your way sprinting over to your friend's place. No phone, no keys, no wallet. Nothing, not like you’ll need it anyways. You continue your mantra until you're standing in front of their door, shaking. You’re holding on by a thread and it's not until the door opens and you’re confronted with Hoseok and Jimin’s concerned faces that you finally let yourself break down into a sobbing mess. Two pairs of arms wrap around you instantly, pulling you into the safety of their space. 

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“You called my sister a WHORE? Are you fucking kidding me Taehyung?!” Yoongi barrels into his living room from his office, upon hearing his best friend enter and fussing around in the kitchen. He had just gotten off the phone with Hoseok, who you had told everything to after you stopped crying and fell asleep. 

Out of nowhere Taehyung had showed up at his place a few days ago asking to stay there instead. Yoongi could tell something was wrong, but he was waiting patiently for one of you to explain it to him. Clearly he should have demanded answers sooner.

“It was an accident! It slipped out before I could think clearly.” Visibly shaken by the outburst, his eyes jump to the older, brain scrambled.

“You are so fucking dumb. I thought I knew how dumb you were, but it turns out you are on a whole nother level of stupidity.” Yoongi has always been calm, nothing really makes him raise his voice. Well nothing except things to do with his sister.

“I KNOW!” He can’t defend himself, not from you and definitely not from your brother. “I’m a fucking moron ok?!”

“Not ok. You’ve known her your entire life and somehow your empty fucking head neglects the fact that y/n sleeping around are RUMOURS.” 

“But she’s-”

“Sleeping with Hoseok and Jimin? Yes, but that’s it! Have you ever talked to these guys? Probably not because your ignorant ass cant see passed the fact that she’s actually fucking people.” He’s became friends with both of them soon after you had started spending all your time with them. 

You had started talking about them almost every time yoongi and you went out for dinner. They were obviously really special people in your life. So he had asked you about them, and you had smiled and said that you’d like them. To which that led them to meeting him in person. He easily found them bearable. Both with bright and positive personalities he could see why you had latched onto them. 

But he wasn’t stupid or blind and the three of you didn’t try to hide anything either.

“It’s not that I thought she wouldn’t. I was just mad that she wasn’t being careful. I just wanted her to find a nice guy and settle down! Is that so wrong?”  Taehyung truly believes every word he’s saying. He’s just looking out for you.

“Being careful? Settling down? How many one night stands have you had in the last 6 months Tae? How many relationships have you been in for the 3 years? Hell what about me?” Yoongi reasons with him. One thing he knows almost as much as his sister is his bestfriend. Even if his bestfriend is too blind to notice.“You don’t get to call my sister a whore just because you're jealous!”

“Jealous?”Taehyung hesitates, the wheels in his head turning. “Of what?”

“For fuck sakes Tae. I really hoped you would figure your shit out. You’re so fucking dense when it comes to Y/n.” 

The confusion sets in on his face, brows and nose scrunching. What was he dense about? What the hell was Yoongi on about. He wanted you to be safe. Be with someone who knew you, inside and out. Who could treasure you in every chance they’d get. Look after you when your anxiety got too much, knew what you’d need. Be ready to suffer at the end of your viper tongue, handling your blunt and independent demands. Reassure you that you are the most beautiful being in the universe. Someone that would check all the boxes of what you deserve from a partner. 

He had high expectations of who ever wanted to be with you, what was so wrong with that?

“You’re in love with her.” Yoongi fights himself not to smack Taehyung, when the others' eyes shoot to him in utter skepticism. “Don't give me any of the family bullshit you try to shove down her throat. It’s pathetic how hard you push it. You’re pissed because after all this time you are in love with her and she is doing her damned best to move on from you. Including fucking her friends.”

“But she’s your sister! And you’re my best friend! Of course I’d see her as my sister too.”

That wasn’t a proper rebuttal. Yoongi let’s it slide for now. Staring down Taehyung from across the kitchen. This man needed a wakeup call, and Yoongi was gonna give him a hell of a ride through actualization-vill. 

“You don’t get to use that as an excuse, just because she’s my sister. She’s my sister to worry about, not yours!” 

His immediate dismissal set Taehyung's jaw on edge. Shoulders tense, hands into fists before his own outburst, “How can you say that? I’ve always had your back when you were protecting her from those idiots trying to get with her. You’re extremely protective of her.”

“You’ve only had my back because it meant keeping other people away from her. Stop using me as an excuse for how you feel. I know my sister, better than anyone, just like I know you. Just admit it to yourself already.”

“I’m not-“ He can’t find the words. He can’t bring himself to. How was he supposed to make Yoongi see…

“Not what? Not in love with her… or not worth her love?” Yoongi sighs, eyes softening. Empathy now shining in them, he crosses the room to make his friend listen, to make him see. Hand coming to rest on the tallers shoulder.

“She-“

“She’s been in your life since you can remember. She’s the only female that has supported you 100% of the time, through every tough decision. She’s never once asked you to change. She’s never once demanded anything from you. She was there when your parents were fighting. She was there when you had surgery. She was there when you had no place to go. She was there when you needed someone to cry to.” His voice comes out calm again.

“…but she’s your sister and I’m-“ His last attempt barely is above a whisper.

“The one person that would make her truly happy. And that’s what I want for her. To be happy, besides if that makes my best friend happy too, that's a bonus. But you need to LET yourself accept this. No one is saying you can’t be in love with her or be with her. Only you are fighting this. Only you are telling yourself you can't have her when she’s right there, willing and wanting to be yours. Open your eyes Taehyung before she closes them for you forever.”

Patting his shoulder Yoongi leaves Taehyung alone in the kitchen, Taehyung watching him retreat back to his office. And for the first time he truly lets himself think about what Yoongi and you have said to him. So much conflict running through his mind and heart.

“Shit…” 

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Requested champagne in hand, black strappy heels clicking on the dark marbled tiles. Black leather shirt draping off your shoulders, body-con dress fitting you just right. Tonight was a Friday night, one of your busiest nights thankfully this was your last room of the night, once this party was done you could go home and snuggle into your fluffy blankets and cozy pajamas. Playing the part, skin aglow, welcome smile plastered on your makeup perfected face. Your 3rd Friday since you last saw Taehyung, your smile hides the pain you still felt but it was a welcome distraction nonetheless. 

You stall yourself in front of the VIP ROOM door. Deep breath. Shoulders back. Smile bright. 

You give the door a knock before entering. 

“Good evening Gentlemen, I have brought you the champagne you requ-” 

Lungs on fire, contradicting your now frozen body, eyes trained on the back of a single figure staring out at the rest of the club. His broad shoulders and shaggy hair, backlit by the lights from the stage and dance floor. Why did he have to look so agonizingly beautiful in his snug black slacks and silk dress shirt. Damnit, that was the same shirt you bought him a couple of birthdays ago. 

2 steps in the door, still you could run. You should run. 

You can’t run.

“What are you doing here?!” Finding your voice, it comes out a little more gravely then you had hoped. 

“I just want to talk” Sheepish warm brown eyes look at you, they take in your appearance. Your whole appearance. 

Music booms behind you through the open door, you barely can hear him. Regardless it still makes you itch, anger festering deep within you. 

“I told you we were done.” Thankfully your voice comes out firmer then you feel. Inside you can feel yourself slipping through your fingers already. Just by seeing him again.

“I know. I tried calling but you blocked my number and all of my social media.” He gives a nod, dead smile ghosting his lips momentarily. 

“I meant what I said.” You walk farther into the room, resolution sound as you place the glass bottle of the expensive liquid down on the frosted glass table. Glancing at it briefly, his favourite kind, you should have known.

“Please just let me explain-” He takes a hesitant step toward you.

“You explained yourself enough. Tae,” You exhale deeply.  “please. Just let it be done. I don’t want to do this with you anymore.”

“I can’t-” His deep voice barely audible over the sound, but you can hear it break. “I can’t let you go”

Your head shakes involuntarily, failing to stop the tears from collecting in your eyes you turn away arms crossed over you, protecting what you could of your heart. “This isn’t fair Taehyung.”

Footsteps approach you, you’re hyper aware of his presence close behind you. “I know, I am the worst of the worst and I promise I’ll leave you alone but please just listen to what I have to say first? Please”

You reach out for the door, creating distance between you. One last chance to leave.

“You have 2 minutes” 

The door shuts, all the night life now muffled, softly placing yourself on the couch. Spine rigid, you wait eyes now on his overly anxious figure as he continues to stand. You can see the slight sweat on his temples now. Good, he's nervous. He should be.

“Thank you. Ok first I want to say I’m sorry for calling you.. that name… it was unjustified, and completely wrong of me to say that. You sleeping with 1 or 2, hell even 50 people doesn’t give me the right to demean you. And it was none of my business, regardless because yes. I am not your brother. I fooled myself into believing it. Pushing myself to only allow myself to see you as my sister when I asked you to think about what we were to each other. I was so afraid at the time you’d shut me down, and saying something about my adolescence factoring my love for you. Which was true. I was young and I so desperately wanted you to see me as a man but you said you’d let me know when I was older and I felt like I was being buried alive with guilt and rejection. Guilt for wanting my best friend's sister, guilt for possibly ruining the friendship the three of us had, guilt of possibly making you feel uncomfortable around me. So when that girl confessed to me I just said yes on a whim. Hoping I could maybe fall in love with her if I try really hard, as well as make myself fall out of love with you. I was so scared of what I asked of you and then of what I did. I pushed it down so well I truly believed I only loved you like a sister. But I could never stand idle when it came to you. Every event I wanted to be at to support you, every heartbreak I wanted to pummel those guys into the ground. I was so panicked every time Yoongi would tell me something about you and would always ask him ‘well what are we gonna do?’. I put myself on the front line, I tried to place myself between you and the world all while still believing I loved you like a sister. Like I should be doing, family. That’s what I always wanted from your brother and your parents. They felt like family to me, so you had to be too. But knowing now you are working in a place like this, where everyone can see you looking absolutely breathtaking, knowing that Jimin and Hoseok get to see you in a way that I never could. Something so vulnerable and intimate for their eyes only. That they were your friends. They get to have friendly banter, movie marathons, nights out, smart quips from your venomous tongue AND be with you like that. I’m sorry I talked badly about them, I know they mean so much to you. I had to understand, to pull myself away and think about it without my feelings getting in the way. Yoongi was right, I’ve been blind and stupid because of the fear I made up in my head. When I should have held you close I pushed you away and chained myself. But I’ve realized how I feel about you know, about us. And I know I’m years too late to give you an actual answer and I know I need to do better. I’m still immature and possessive and I don’t think things through all the way and I’m clearly terrible at communicating and I know I have to change and-“

“What do you feel now.” You cut him off. You maintain a neutral expression. He needed to say it before you made up your mind.

“You still want to know?” He chokes out, almost a whimper. 

“I’ve always known about your terrible personality Tae. This isn’t new, I’ve been around you long enough to see your relationships fall apart, remember? You don’t have to change, just grow, like you’re doing right now. If you change who you are completely then you aren’t you anymore, then who am I supposed to be in love with?” He needs to say it. “So tell me. Right now, how do you feel about me?”

“I love you. Not as a sister but as someone I want to be with. I am so idiotically In love with you that I detest myself for putting you through this pain.” It all tumbles from his mouth. “But I’m still scared.”

“Why?” No more excuses.

“What if you find out I’m not worth your love?”

“Taehyung. If I thought that I would have stopped years ago. I’m in too deep.” You give him a slight smile, eyes sparkling with something new.

“I’m in too deep too.” 

BTS Masterlist

[admrlthundrbolt]

How Did You Love (Polnareff x Chubby Reader)

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In the battle against Lord Dio, Polnareff might have met his match. Who is this beautiful yet sullen swordswoman?

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Hi you guys, I'm back at it again. Polnareff has to be one of my favorite characters. So it was exciting to finally write something for him. He's sappy as always, but when isn't this Frenchman a bit of a ham. Anyways, I hope you enjoy.

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Peering around another corner, Polnareff was annoyed at their enemies love of lavish things. I mean what kind of evil Over Lord needs this large of a castle! It was a maze of unnecessary twist. Though he and his comrades were infiltrating it, so maybe it was a good idea. He was giving this guy to much credit.

Rubbing his forehead, he gave a silent thanks to Jotaro. If it wasn't for the Joestar heir, then he would still be under the thrall of Dio. Being a dark mage, it was little work for him to persuade people to do his bidding. Such methods of persuasion included mind manipulation. Shuddering at what small amount of memory he had from his time under Dio's control. Those were definitely unpleasant times.

Movement from the courtyard ahead shook him from the past. Searching the area, he was surprised at what he saw. A full figured woman was strolling around the courtyard with an umbrella shading her. She was a radiant beauty, that he had never had the pleasure of gazing upon. Though her eyes were sad and familiar.

He called out to her. “Pardon mademoiselle, I seemed to have lost my way. Could you direct me to the owner of this manor?” He put on, what he believed, was his most charming smile.

You barely acknowledged him. “I do not enjoy conversing with liars, Monsieur.”

A shocked expression crossed his face. Had he really been found out this quickly? “I truly am lost, would you not take pity on a poor traveler?”

The glare you cast his way forced a shiver down his spine. Though he wasn't sure if it was one of fear or want, perhaps a mixture. “I have no doubt that you are lost. The lie comes from you stumbling onto this keep. It is well hidden, by magical and non magical means.” Facing him, you closed your umbrella and placed the point on the ground in front of yourself.

An uneasy feeling forms in the pit of his stomach. Taking a step back, he rest his hand on the sword at his hip. “It seems that i’ve been found out. What will you do with me?”

“Take care of you.” With that you tore you tapered katana from it’s scabbard, from within the umbrella. Crouching a bit, you arched the weapon towards his chest.

He dodged away and brought his own sword up for a rebuttle. Only to find it blocked with the umbrella head. Leaping back he tried to take a moment to gather himself.

You didn't give him the chance though. Rushing to him, you struck at him once more. This time he was expecting it. He perried the sword and brought his other arm up for the blow that followed. The force you put behind the hit shocked him. Looking at you, you would never guess that such a delicate flower had such strength. That was only if you ignored your eyes. They held a ferocity that he had seen in no other being. But the lingering sadness called out to him.

Stepping into him, you brought your face to his own. “Perhaps you need more persuasion.” Your lips were a breath apart at the exclamation.

His breath caught in his throat at the intimacy of the action. His chest heaving in enamor and exertion in equal parts. The moment of distraction was enough for you to get a slice into his bicep. Hissing in pain, he countered your next strike. “Why are you here? What could a man like him provide for a woman like you?”

Striding back, you scowled at him accusingly. While he was the first person in a long time to give you a decent fight. You didn't owe him any explanation. Still there was a part of you that was intrigued to know why he was asking. “For information. My brother is missing and he’s the only one who’s had any answers.”

His shoulders sagged at your response. “He’s lying to you.”

The fire in your eyes blazed anew. Bashing your sword into him, your volume rose to a level that he wasn’t expecting. “How would you know!”

A thick knot of emotion form in his throat, causing his voice to crack. “I worked for Dio once too. He told me he could help find my sister’s murderer. It was only after the Joestars saved me, that I realized how cruel he was.” Tears welled in his eyes as he forced out the next part. “Turns out that the monster who killed sweet little Sherry, was working under the same man who promised to find him.”

Your face had become a blank mask. Doing everything you could to hold your resolve. To hope against hope that this man was lying. But your eyes revealed it all. Blinking back the tears that were threatening to fall and full of a sadness that Jean Pierre knew all to well. “What am I supposed to do? “

It tore at his heart how broken her tone had become. “Join me, join us. The Joestars are just and fair. They will help you with your journey.”

A sudden cry of anguish left you. Lashing out, you disarmed him, and he allowed it to happen. “It can’t be that simple. Changing sides isn’t going to magically solve everything.”

Gazing at you, he saw that a few tears escaped down your face. Even crying your were still one of the most beautiful things he had ever beheld. “Its a better option than not getting results under a madman.” Holding his hand in your direction, he waited with baited breath.

Your body slumped as you sheathed your sword. Heaving a heavy sigh, you placed your hand on his own.

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He made light conversation with you, knowing that you wouldn't be in the mood for much more. Though when the subject swapped to the Joestars you seemed to get interested.

“So these Joestars have been fueding with Dio for over a century?”

“Yes and from what Joseph told me, his grandfather even considered Dio a brother.”

A sullen smile graced your lips. “He told me a story of his brother from the past. Though I'm sure it was just another way to manipulate me.”

He wanted to embrace you. Reassure you that he would do everything he could to reunite your sibling and you. Instead he spotted the rendezvous camp, that his friends were waiting at. Calling out, he waved his arms. “I’ve brought an ally.”

When you both got close enough to easily talk to the group, he turned towards you. As an introduction started to leave his lips, he noticed an odd expression on your face.

Eyes wide and watering, you brought a hand up to your open mouth. “Kakyoin.” You said it in a whisper, but he knew in that moment how much meaning the name held.

“Kakyoin!” You sprinted into your brother’s open arms. Tears of joy streaming down both of your faces as you embraced.

Your cheerful smile was the most beautiful sight he had the privilege of beholding. In that instance, Polnareff vowed that he would spend his life keeping you as happy as you are right now.

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smiling was a manner you had learned from your parents. if someone was looking at you, you'd smile and look away. in the end, a smile never hurts anyone.

so when a boy at the bus stop was looking at you, you smiled. fuma was enchanted to say the least. how could someone so beautiful just smile at him and then look away?

it was his first semester at a new university. he had changed universities midway and was now trying to find out at which time the bus leaves to his dorm area.

he had seen you around, and decided to take the same bus you were going to take.

fuma hesitated, was he going to ask you which stop he would have to get off, or would he just follow you like some creep?

he hated it when someone saw him as a threat, so he decided to just ask.

"uhm, excuse me. where do i need to get off if i want to go to the dorms?"

“you need to get of at this stop, just follow me.” that same smile appears on your face. fuma’s eyes never leave your face, enchanted by your looks.

“are you new here?” you ask, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“yeah, this is my first time taking the bus to go to the dorms.” he tells you.

“you should take the bus more often, it’s very close to the dorms.” you tell him. “oh, this is our stop, let’s go.”

fuma felt like a puppy following his owner. he sheepishly follows you as you talk about what you do at school and how the semester is going.

“you’re really nice to talk to! want to take the bus with me more often?” you suggest when the two of you arrive at the dorm apartments.

fuma nods happily and he has to contain himself from smiling too brightly when you pull out your phone.

he types his phone number and saves it under his name.

“fu-ma” you read from your phone. fuma looks at his phone and sees a text message from you.

i’m y/n

you smile again and he smiles back. it’s like the two of you have known each other for years.

“well, i should get going. see you soon, fuma.”

he waves goodbye and watches you walk into the building, out of his sight. he exhales loudly, and holds his hand to his chest. how could a person impact him so much?

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Things Between Us | Cillian Murphy x OC

Chapter 4 : Visit the Performance

Summary: Sansa, a 26-year-old graduate student, who unexpectedly encounters a twist of fate when she comes across an actor she never knew before!

A group of five people, who had just met moments ago, left the restaurant and proceeded straight to the apartment of strange the young woman.

“My apartment is not far away. Walk three blocks, and you’re there,” Sansa informed them.

“Okay.”

“May I ask? You seem very close to the owner of that shop,” Stephen inquired.

“Yes. My parents always took me to eat here when I was a child,” Sansa gestured to him to measure her height.

“Ever since your guys passed away, I haven’t been able to do much. I come back to this shop often, so each time I come, Mr. Louis is especially kind to me. Sounds like I have some special privileges like that.” She laughed, half-guilty.

Cillian was shocked by what he heard. He felt sad and wanted to express his condolences to her.

“We are sorry. About your parents,” he turned to express his condolences.

“Thank you. I can come to terms with it now.” The woman’s eyes softened, but her face still wore a smile.

“I heard you say, are you majoring in art?” Finn asked curiously.

“Actually, I studied for two master’s degrees. majoring in psychology, I just finished the course a month ago. And an art major that is about to be graduated.”

“Wow, you’re really great,” Finn praised.

“It’s worth studying hard like this,” Joe added.

“For me, it’s not that heavy. But it’s quite stressful. I think a master’s degree is a lot more relaxed than a bachelor’s degree.”

“Really?! And what did you study before?” Finn asked.

“Ah… don’t think I’m crazy,” the girl said amusedly. If they knew what she had studied, that might make them look at her differently.

“Oh, of course not,” they replied in unison.

“I’m studying for three bachelor’s degrees at the same time,” she revealed.

“Ha!” they shocked.

“First I studied architecture, second I studied history, and last I studied law,” Instantly, she observed the expressions on each person’s face. They all opened their eyes wide, their mouths agape, expressing complete surprise.

Cillian turned his head and looked at the woman for a moment. It’s true that she seems intelligent. But studying for three degrees, and I’m finishing two more. That made him quite surprised. With a beautiful woman who studies a lot like this.

“That’s a lot,” Cillian looked at her in surprise.

“Yes, it is very tiring and heavy. It took me five years to complete the entire course. And damn! I feel like I’m going to hell.” The girl cursed and complained at the end. She turned around and made a crumpled face, showing the four of them how terrible it was at that time.

“You’re really cool. I’ve never met anyone who studied as many classes at once and graduated as quickly as you. How did you do it?” Stephen praised.

“Ah… It’s quite complicated. I think I was lucky to make it through.”

“No, you’re very good,”

Sansa nodded in thanks in response to the compliment. She felt like they were looking at her like she was some kind of freak. The young woman was not at all surprised by their attitude. She just felt nervous about being watched. The reason why she chose to study so many things at once like that? The reason was that she wanted to avoid the pain of losing her parents altogether!

“We’re here. My apartment.”

The woman picked up the key card and opened the door, leading them inside her apartment, or you can call it a penthouse because the entire floor was just her room. Located in the heart of London in the most expensive area here.

The exterior looked simple and elegant in the old English style, undoubtedly expensive. But because the young woman wanted a room according to her imagination and it had to be in the heart of the city, paying over twenty million pounds was no problem for her at all.

Sansa decorated her apartment in loft style with an old English twist. Her room was over 3800 square meters and 20 meters high because it was connected to the roof of the apartment. It was like a small factory hall. The top was wide open with windows allowing light to shine throughout the room from both the top of the building and the side windows, making it look classic and elegant at the same time. The elevator was connected specifically to her room. Walking into the first zone, you would find the kitchen on the right-hand side, a kitchen, dining table, and cocktail bar in the hallway. On the left-hand side, in the same zone, was a dressing room and bathroom. Next to the kitchen was a large living area with English-style bookshelves on the walls, housing more than two thousand books collected by the young woman. It was like a small library. Sansa really liked to read, so she designed it that way.

Inside her apartment were figures, models, and toys from various famous movies, such as Star Wars ships and Narsil’s sword from The Lord of the Rings, including Harry’s Nimbus 2000 broom, arranged in a groove in the middle of the bookshelf. Hanging decorations paired with the TV made her living area outstanding and very eye-catching.

In front of the bookshelf, there was a large sofa on a brightly colored carpet in the style of the Victorian era. Next to the window was a music corner with a large, classic black piano prominently displayed, and four basses placed in front of the piano. On that wall hung a violin and a guitar, with pictures of various memories of her and her family decorating the area.

Next to the bathroom, there was a snooker table. Further into the deep corner, various artwork tables could be found. The girl's bedroom was raised to the second floor, a small room not very large, supported by three pillars. The area of those pillars would be decorated or hung with sports equipment that interested her, such as fencing sets, basketball hoops, and archery targets. As for the hall, the window corner area on the bedroom side, next to the stairs, was a storage area for artworks and a drawing area. The walls in that area were full of her artwork, making it a corner that would fascinate anyone who saw it.

“You may come in.”

“Oh, wow, wow, wow!” someone shouted.

“Your apartment is very beautiful and spacious,” Joe said.

“This is incredible. How did you find such a big and spacious room in this area? And damn, you must be a billionaire,” Stephen said while laughing.

“It’s actually quite rare and cost a lot of money. I had to do quite a lot of renovations. I have to buy the whole floor, break down some walls, and open up the top. I wanted it to be an open, comfortable hall like this.”

"That bookshelf is incredible. This is clearly a library. You must really like reading,” Cillian asked.

“You can call it crazy. I really love reading and researching,” she smiled back at him.

“Did you design it all yourself?” Stephen asked.

“Yes, I designed and supervised all the work myself. Well, I’m a designer, so that’s one more thing I can save on. And got what I wanted the most.”

“This is great,” they said in unison.

“What would you like? Wine? Drinking wine while viewing art will enhance your emotional enjoyment.”

“Alright. It’s wonderful.”

Sansa gestured towards the corner of the staircase where her work was displayed for them to see. It was filled with many of her artworks, but three pieces stood out, making it very interesting to walk and visit in that area.

“That’s three of my works. You guys can go ahead and take a look. I’ll bring the wine for you.”

Cillian and his screenwriter friend stopped in front of the drawings. It was full of beauty, and he could feel that the three pictures gave a completely different mood. It’s subtle and not boring, Cillian thought. Sansa has a very good artistic sense, which he admires.

“Here,” the woman handed each of them a glass of wine. Before stopping and standing between Cillian and Stephen.

“Your work is excellent. There is depth and different feelings in the three pictures,” Cillian praised her.

“You understood correctly. I painted these three pictures in different moods.”

She pointed to the first picture. “I painted this picture when I was feeling sad and nostalgic. On the anniversary of my parents’ passing.”

“This picture was drawn when I was feeling lonely and alone,” the woman told Cillian with a glance. He stared at her in response, as if trying to get into her thoughts.

“As for this picture, I drew it when I was the happiest. After I ate the best fish and chips in England.”

She laughed and told them in a funny way. Cillian and his friends laughed at her words.

“That would be really delicious fish and chips. Because the pictures you paint are really beautiful,” Fin said.

“Yes, that fish and chips. Make me powerful. It was so delicious that I had to draw a picture to express my happiness,” she replied cheerfully.

“Your work is really great. The professor or the people who saw it must have liked it.” Cillian continued to admire her without stopping.

“I hope so. Unfortunately, right now I can’t find a gallery showing them. They’re very rare.”

She replied to him like a hopeless person. Cillian thought about something.

“I think I can help you with this. I have friends who have good galleries. Some in London.”

He offered to help the young woman. I don’t know why he offered to help this strange woman as well. Maybe it was because he wanted to get to know this beautiful woman even more. She was too interesting to him to ignore.

“Really?!.... This is really good. Today I decided to go to Ms. Louis’ shop and meet you guys.” Sansa’s eyes widened and she jumped up and down with joy like a little child.

“Your work deserves to be seen. We are happy to help,” said Stephen. The young woman began to search for business cards. To hand to Cillian. It will be easier for her and him to communicate about the gallery.

“Here, my business card. If you find the gallery, you can call and inform me. I’ll contact you back to the gallery.”

She said, handing him a business card. Cillian took the business card. 'Sansa Elizabeth Arthur,' he muttered her name. He turned and smiled at the girl.

“I’ll contact you back.”

“Thank you very much.”

“But…you guys will stay. Let’s drink the entire bottle of wine first, shall we? Or will we go back?”

She asked the four big boys, while pointing to the large sofa area.

“This wine is very good. If you don’t mind, shall we talk while drinking wine?” Stephen, the eldest man in the group, replied.

[bu1410]

Good afternoon TUMBLR - April 21th - 2024

''Mr. Plant has owed me a shoe since July 5, 1971."

Mohammedia, Morocco – 2002

It was beginning of June and I got a call from Rome: the kind Mrs. Sette - HR Representative of TECHNIP Italy - asks me if I am interested to on mission to Mohammedia, Morocco. Of course I am! Was my answer. A week later, I am summoned inside the mega headquarters of Technip Italia, in Rome, to carry out the medical examinations and sign the employment contract. At the time I had just bought a new car, an Alfa Romeo 147, so we organized a trip to Rome with my family. It was a pleasant trip and stay, and we had the opportunity to visit Sperlonga and Gaeta.

Sperlonga.

Gaeta.

I left for Casablanca at beginning of July, returning to work in Morocco after 11 years. I arrived at Mohammed V airport and with the ''excuse'' that Technip was aware of my past in Morocco, no one was there to welcome me. A Grand taxi took me to the Hotel Sabah as was previsiosly agreed - I would stay there for a few days, until I'll find a suitable accommodation. In the late afternoon I was joined by the Mission's Head, Mr. De Sanctis, a Roman guy, an elderly person with some walking problems. At dinner he explained to me that the team would be made up of a total of 4 people: a civil supervisor, a mechanic, and an electro-instrumental supervisor

THE PROJECT. The SAMIR refinery in Mohammedia, about 20 km north of Casablanca, was built by Italian Snamprogetti/SAIPEM in the '70s. The property had more recently been acquired by a Joint Venture between a Swedish Investment Fund and a wealthy Saudi investor. The new ownership had decided to modernize the complex, building new production plants next to the existing refinery. For this purpose, TECHNIP was contacted to follow up the partial demolition of the existing plants and part of the Tank Farm, and prepare the areas where the new plants would be built. Our mission was to supervise the demolitions of the tanks, and the preparation of the areas with selected materials capable of withstanding the considerable loads of the new installations. SAMIR had not yet appointed the Main Contractor of the new plants - a contract worth 316 million dollars - TECHNIP Italia had agreed to follow the preparatory works to try to ''get a foot in'' the refinery and undermine others competitors.

MISSION TASK FORCE. In addition to the aforementioned Mr. De Santis, the following people were part of the mission: Mr. Rinaldo Cozzi: originally from Cerro Maggiore (North of Italy). He was our electro-instrumental expert. A decent person, even if a little closed off. He only went out with us during the visits of the Technip manager Ing. Petrillo. I will meet Cozzi again in Shah – Abu Dhabi, where he had a position with SAIPEM pipeline. Mr. Mario Maggi, from Piacenza - a jovial and open guy, he was coming from a previous experience in Senegal. Expert in turbines, compressors etc, in truth he didn't have much to do since we were only talking about demolitions.

LIFE IN MOHAMMEDIA. Mohammedia is the seaside city of Casablanca. Equipped with somewhat old hotels, it is made up of residential areas of holiday villas built in the early 1980s. The city has therefore become a destination for medium-low level tourism, also following the construction of the refinery and the Power Plant overlooking the Atlantic Ocean.

LOGISTIC. After an initial period in which I slept in hotel, I found a decent oceanfront apartment through a real estate agency. Inserted in a beautiful park, the apartment was on the first floor of a holiday condominium. The local owner was living abroad, and had entrusted the agency with the task of managing the rent from the apartment. I really enjoyed it, and I stayed in the same apartment for the entire ten months of my stay in Mohammedia.

Mr. De Sanctis lived in a villa on the Plage Manesmane.

Mr. Cozzi in another house near De Sactis, while Maggi had chosen to stay secluded in a villa further inside the city.

SUB-CONTRACTOR The Contractor that would carry out the work was chosen directly by the Technical Management of the refinery. Mr. Berrada, the Site Manager was a competent and approachable young engineer. The history of this Company is intertwined in a curious and surprising way with the attack that King Hassan II suffered on 16 August 1972, when the Royal Boeing 727, returning from an official trip to France, was attacked by military jets of the Force Armee Royale. According to the reconstruction of the event, the plane was hit on one of the engines, but the pilot managed to make escape the jet unscathed, and thus saving the life of the Sovereign. That pilot's brother was the owner of a small building Contractor from Casablanca. The pilot's exploits made the fortune of his brother, who in a short time became one of the largest entrepreneurs in the construction sector in Morocco, going so far as to build the so-called ''Twin Towers'' of Casablanca, which with their height of 128 meters are have long been the tallest skyscrapers in Morocco.

WORK PROGRESS. The rafinery plot was overlooking the Atlantic Ocean. The progress of the works was quite regular, the demolition of old tanks continued apace and so did the creation of new areas for the new plants. To the South of the plant, divided only by a reception wall, stood the coal power plant built in the 1980s by the Italian Cimi Montubi Group.

FLOOD DISASTER - NOVEMBER 2002. Everything went well until the beginning of November. Yes, it's true, sometimes we had some problems getting the refinery operators out of their offices before proceeding with their demolition. But it had been raining cats and dogs for three days, even though they told me it was the season. On a Saturday morning the SAMIR management received a call from a dam Director, located approximately 45 km away from the plant. The Director warned that since the water inside the artificial reservoir of Barrage Oued El Maleh had now reached the overflow point, it had been decided to open the gates of the dam, and let part of the water flow into the Oued El Maleh , whose course, after reaching the refinery, flowed into the Atlantic between the refinery itself and the Royal Golf Club. The Dam Director estimated that the flood wave would reach the refinery towards the late afternoon of the same day. As a precaution, operations at the plant should have been stopped. A consultation with Saudi ownership categorically ruled out shut down onthe entire complex. The costs of shut down, lost production, and start-up were the reasons given for refusing to stop operations. Never was a decision more wrong.

At 3.00 PM order had been given to leave the plant. The water from the Ouadi El Maleh had already overcome the barrier set up at the entrance to the plant, and was spreading throughout the area. The area of our offices, lower than the rest of the refinery, was already heavily flooded. We returned to Mohammedia with in mind the worried faces of the operators who were preparing to spend the night in the plant. It was around 9.45 in the evening when the first explosions were heard. I went out onto the apartment balcony and looked towards the South: I could see some flashes that lit up the dark night. Firefighter and Red Crescent sirens. And then an explosion louder than all the others: we then learned that a diesel tank had been blown up. We would find the roof of the tank thrown like a giant frisbee 150 meters away. The fire had attacked the power station, and triggered the explosion when the water reached the high voltage bars. Most of the utilities were destroyed that night. Thanks to the work of firefighters who also came from Casablanca, and of the refinery operators, the fire was contained and did not reach the fuel depot area where there were dozens of tanks full of oil and diesel: it would have been a Biblical disaster.

Two operators lost their lives in the accident, and numerous were injured. When the refinery was made safe, the highest authorities in Morocco came to visit, first and foremost King Mohammed VI. The refinery management asked us to participate in the damage assessment, alongside a specially established insurance team. At the end of the survey, which lasted weeks, the damages were estimated at 157 million dollars. During the cleaning operations from the mud that had invaded the entire area of the plant, many teams of volunteers showed up after King Mohamed VI's appeal on TV. What remained was the regret of a disaster caused once again by a decision dictated by mere selfishness. The questions I asked myself at the time was: ''In his country, would the Saudi owner of the refinery have made the same decision, that is, not to stop the plant?''

END OF MISSION. At the end of April, the enormous cleaning operation of the refinery had been completed, even if production had not been able to resume due to the enormous damage caused by the flood and the subsequent fire. Our work to prepare the areas was coming to an end, and the most disparate rumors were circulating about the name of the Main Contractor who would win the contract for the new installation. The sentiment was that they would not be awarded to TECHNIP Italia, regardless of our performance during the Early Works.

Italian Giant SAIPEM was awarded the project.

[sof-writes]

secrets ; choi jisu

content warning: nsfw! profanity, alcohol use, smut, fingering, grinding, cheating (no aftermath though so not necessarily angsty), needy and slightly desperate homewrecker!lia vibes lmao

word count: 2935

a/n: shin yuna I’d never cheat on you!!! pinky promise!!! I can just kinda see her being a jealous gf? as the ending indicates, this might get a (little spicier) part 2 if you all like it! maybe jisu is into some stuff :))) I didn't proofread this bc I'm in a bit of a hurry, but I hope it came out okay.

You had a beautiful girlfriend. Incredibly elegant, charming and funny with a body to die for: she had it all. But above all, she was jealous. So damn jealous.

Tonight was no different. When you told her you were invited to a party, she had immediately started acting up again.

[yuna ♡ at 22:04] well, if it’s that important, do it. go to that fucking party of yours.

That’s what her last text read. You received it around six hours ago and while you sent her a dozen of messages promising her she wouldn’t have to worry, even telling her you could leave early to come by her apartment and say hi, she ignored all of them.

Yet you were on your way to her place. You were kinda shitfaced and your legs seemed to drag you there, so you just gave in. If this would only make things worse, then that’d be something sober you had to deal with tomorrow.

You passed the apartment buildings, they all look similar. Yet, you had no trouble finding hers even in the state you were in. It was like muscle memory.

Standing in front of the building you contemplated ringing the bell, but that’d probably wake up her flatmate, who was way less of a deep sleeper than your girlfriend. So instead, you invited yourself in. 6849. A slight buzz could be heard after you pressed the code on the touch screen, indicating that the door was now unlocked.

You tried to sober up during your elevator ride to the 16th floor, but after checking yourself out in the mirrored elevator wall, you quickly realised you were hopeless. A deep sigh escaped your mouth as the doors slid open and you made your way to the first and only door on the right side of the hallway.

You knocked thrice, just out of a habit, but you obviously didn’t get a reaction. It was well after 4PM after all. So you swiftly moved the back of your hand over the touchpad that was connected to the door handle, causing it to light up right away. 0721. Her flatmate’s, whose parents were the owner of the rather expensive apartment, birthday.

You expected your eyes to be met by a pitch black hall, but much to your surprise the lights were still on. You kicked off your heels and left them in the designated shoe-area. What a relief.

“Hello?” a familiar voice, barely over a whisper, broke the silence. “Jisu, it’s me” you replied, not wanting to scare her at this hour of the day. You shuffled towards the living area, where your eyes found Jisu peeking from behind the balcony door.

“You came to talk things out? At this hour of the day? Wow… That’s… A terrible idea, you know?” she chuckled, still keeping her voice low. You just shrugged. Deep down inside you kinda knew it was, but you just couldn’t care less right now.

She opened the balcony door a little further in order to invite you to join her there. As you got closer you noticed two bottles of wine, of which one empty, as well as an empty glass standing on the balcony table. Jisu was holding a glass similar to the one on the table. It made her look somewhat elegant, despite being dressed in oversized black Adidas joggers and a white cropped t-shirt that exposed her slim waistline.

“Seems like your liver worked hard” you remarked dryly as you closed the balcony door behind you. You flopped down on the chair opposite to the one Jisu was sitting in.

She chuckled lightly “Judging by the look on your face, it doesn’t seem like my liver was the only one with a hard night” she took another sip of her wine “Plus Yuna was responsible for most of this” she added, vaguely motioning her hand over the messy table “But she made it seem like you were the one to blame for her sudden alcoholic behaviour. I just sat here listening to her ranting all night, at least have some empathy instead of calling me out on my alcohol consumption”

You didn’t know whether you should scoff or laugh. You knew your girlfriend, so you immediately believed her roommate’s words.

“Want some?” Jisu said, a little more cheerful as she held up the green bottle “It’d be a shame to throw it out”

You nodded, putting your fingers on the base of the glass in front of you and shoving it in her direction so she could pour the wine more easily. Yuna’s lipstick stains still visible on the brim of the glass. Using your index finger and thumb, you tried to remove the stains from the glass, causing Jisu to scoff.

“Oh come on” she said, dragging the words out in an annoyed way “It’s not like you haven’t tasted her before” her eyes shot up to look at you, hands steady as she slowly filled your glass with white wine. “And judging by the sounds coming from the bathroom every now and then, that isn’t the only set of lips she let you taste” it came out casually, but there was a slight hint of playfulness in her voice. Almost as if she was teasing you.

“What the– Jisu” you shook your head after her sudden remark. Not knowing how to behave or where to look, you took a big sip of your wine. You weren’t a big fan of Chardonnay, but the fact that you were already intoxicated made it bearable.

“What? Apparently you’re quite good with your mouth, nothing to be ashamed of” if you wouldn’t have swallowed your wine immediately, you would’ve definitely had chocked. What the hell had gotten into Choi Jisu.

You directed your eyes back at her, which turned out to be the worst idea since… Since deciding to come here in the first place. She was staring at you intensely, slightly raising her left eyebrow. Delicate fingers pushed her wine glass a little more towards you, giving her space to lean forward a bit. The movement causing her cleavage to become visible.

While not necessarily your type, Choi Jisu was undeniably attractive. You had to think straight though, because as far as you were concerned that’s what Jisu was too, straight.

“I guess” you replied, mouth feeling dry all of a sudden. You shifted in your seat as you felt Jisu’s leg brushing yours, her gaze still fixed on you.

“Don’t you get tired of her jealous behaviour? Why are you two still together anyway? Is the sex that good?” a sudden stab at Yuna. Jisu once again proving that there was a clear line between friends and flatmates. You kinda wanted to get mad, but truthfully, it was tiring.

Her words hung in the air for a bit, causing the atmosphere to tense up. Some questions are better unanswered, this was definitely one of them.

Jisu got up from her chair, her waistline fully exposed as soon as she straightened her back. She never broke the intense eye contact. Slowly but confidently she got closer to you, until she was standing right in front of your chair.

"You know why Yuna always tells me everything instead of her friends?" her voice was barely over a whisper again as she placed her hands on both of the armrests of your chair, leaning forward until your faces were just centimeters apart "I'm really good at keeping secrets"

The word 'intoxication' just got a whole new meaning. You weren't just tipsy. You were drunk on Choi Jisu. The dark look in her eyes, the smell of coconut shampoo filling the air every time she moved, her low voice... But most of all, the thrill of it all.

Deep inside you knew that you should push her away and leave, but you simply couldn't. It was as if you were under a spell. Dizzy from holding your breath.

Just when you were about to give in to the temptation she moved her head, perfectly aligning her lips with your left ear.

"Please fuck me" lips grazing your sensitive ear with each syllable she whispered. It was so insanely messed up how much these three words aroused you.

You wanted to crash your lips together, but Jisu didn't give you the chance to. Instead, she retracted her face and straightened her back again. It threw you off a little, but when she quietly opened the balcony door to make her way inside, you quickly realised what she was up to.

You just followed, as if possessed. Not a single second was spent thinking about your own girlfriend sleeping on the other end of the hallway. Your eyes fixed on her hips that were moving in such an hypnotising manner it could make you drool on the spot.

As soon as Jisu locked the door to her rather spacious bedroom behind the two of you, you wrapped your hands around her bare waist. Her skin felt cold due to the chilly midnight breeze, but the moment itself felt electric.

Slender fingers in your neck as lips finally touched. It was urgent, feverish, but most of all, breathtaking. Jisu's lips were awfully soft and soon, you felt her tongue over your bottom lip, asking for permission.

The kiss deepened, tongues messily fighting for dominance as she lightly scratched her nails over the back of your neck. Neither of you thinking about what the possible consequences of scratches could be.

You tightened the grip on her waist. Lips never leaving hers, sucking, biting, tugging. Her fingers had already found the zipper of your party dress, the clumsy attempt to zip it down with shaking hands making you smile into the kiss.

"So impatient" you breathed out, finally breaking the kiss as your hands made their way up under her crop top.

"Yes, I'm so, so fucking impatient" she confirmed shamelessly, her voice filled with need as she pushed your hands away to take care of the undressing part herself. Crop top quickly discarded and messily thrown on the floor just to be joined by her simple, white bra soon after.

For a moment you just stood there in awe, but then you quickly got to work as well, reaching behind your back to unzip your dress, letting it slip to the floor.

Your eyes remained fixed on Jisu's body while you removed your bra. Her Adidas joggers and black panties sliding down smooth legs in one fluid move. The sight of her cleanly shaven, deliciously pink pussy and slightly glistening lips made your mouth feel dry.

With an equally shift movement you discarded your own panties, finally freeing yourself from the uncomfortable wetness that had formed around the crotch of it.

Jisu wasted no time pushing you towards the kingsize bed, forcing you to sit down when the insides of your knees hit the edge of the soft mattress. Your hands grabbing her hips for support, pulling her on top of you, one of her knees positioned between yours and the other one just next to your right hip.

You felt her hands on your shoulders, eyes looking straight into yours as she lowered herself. Then, finally, contact. With only one simple movement back and forth, your thigh was covered in her undoubtedly delicious wetness.

“Fuck” she breathed shakily, speeding up her movements as her head fell back.

You tightened your grip, pushing her against yourself harder, guiding her. She looked so sexy getting herself off like this, long neck exposed for you to attack.

You leaned forward, attaching your lips to the skin right above her collarbone. It tasted slightly salty, but made her moan oh so prettily. You sucked, bit and licked while she kept on grinding as if her life depended on it.

“Don’t–“ she moaned, trying to keep her voice down “No marks”

You just hummed in response, the vibration against her skin making her shiver.

Feeling how this obviously did things to her, you let your right hand leave her hip and traced it up towards her left breast. Her nipples already hard from the arousal. It turned out her breast perfectly fit the palm of your hand, making it easy for you to knead the soft flesh, applying varying amounts of pressure to see how much of a reaction you could get out of her until you finally found a sweet spot.

An inconsistent stream of the most erotic moans you had ever heard coming from her mouth as she sped up her movements. The amount of juices that now coated your thigh almost inhumane, as if Choi Jisu hadn’t been touched in months.

“Jisu” you whispered, her name almost coming out as a moan due to your own desperation “Fuck Jisu, cum for me”

A frown formed in her forehead from how tightly she was shutting her eyes. There was no doubt she was incredibly close to her release.

You took her hard nipple between your thumb and index finger, playing with it it ever so lightly. That was it, her breaking point. One of her hands shot up to her mouth just in time and she let out a long, muffled moan.

You placed your hand on her hip again, forcing her to continue her movements, dragging out her orgasm for as long as she could take. She whined, desperately trying to lift her hips as her lips looked for yours again.

“Fuck me” she moaned into your mouth “Fuck–” her breath was ragged “Fuck me” she kept on grinding while she repeated it like a mantra, 5 times, 6 times, 7 times, each time sounding a little more desperate than the previous.

You loosened your grip on her hips before pushing her down on the bed, giving her time to recover and to get into a more comfortable position and soon, you were hovering in top of her. Taking in the beautiful sight of her swollen lips, chest heaving and the slightly pink trail that was visible on the pale skin of her neck.

You leaned on one arm, navigating your free hand to her thighs, softly scratching the insides of them. It made her squirm, even after she had her first release, she was still desperate.

“Fuck me” she whined again, voice a little louder this time, begging for your touch.

You covered her mound with your hand, dragging your middle finger between her wet, swollen lips with ease, just to end up with your finger drawing slow circles on her clit.

Her body jerked at the touch, but it was a different feeling she was craving for. “Fill my wet pussy with your fingers” her head was moving around on the sheets like she didn’t know what to do with herself anymore.

Looking at her struggle, you decided to give in, aligning two fingers with her entrance and slowly pushing them inside. It felt warm, quite tight and very wet. Her walls wrapped around your fingers perfectly as you started moving them. In and out, over and over again, curling them in search for the spot that drove her crazy.

“Don’t stop” she moaned, as if that was something you would even consider at that moment. The squelching wetness mixed with Jisu’s sounds had something vulgar to it, but you couldn’t get enough. Her juices were dripping down your fingers as you sped up your movements.

The look on her face screamed ‘sex’, her mouth hung open and every now and then she covered her mouth in order to keep her volume to a minimum. Oh how you wish you could hear her screaming, moaning and begging for more.

When you curled your fingers once more, finding her soft patch, her eyes shot open. She looked straight at you. Intensely. You took this as a sign to keep going, fingers deep inside of her as you kept hitting her spot just right.

Tears formed in the corners of her eyes. She didn’t blink, not even once. Jisu balled her fist, brought it up to her mouth and bit down on it, hard. There is no way to describe the sounds that came out of her mouth. They drove you insane. You wanted to hear her more.

Your hand started to cramp right at the moment her legs started shaking for the second time that night, more uncontrollably now. Her walls tightened around your fingers like they’d never ever let you go.

You could see her teeth sinking further into the skin of her hand as she came undone. Her moans probably exceeding the unspoken volume limit. Pussy endlessly convulsing around your fingers, making it seem like her orgasm would never end.

“So good” she breathless moaned past her fist that was marked by her full set of teeth “So damn good”

Her hot walls slowly but surely relaxed, making it possible for you to take your fingers out of her warm cunt.

You just sighed as you laid down on your back, right next to her. Only now you could feel the pain in your shoulder from leaning on one arm while you were fucking her, but it was so worth it.

After somewhat catching her breath, Jisu broke the silence that hung in the air. “So that’s what Yuna’s getting, huh? Kinda… Safe, but so– so damn good” she breathed, putting a rather strange emphasis on the word ‘safe’ before continuing “Next time the two of you fight, I could introduce you to some new things”

And that’s when it finally hit you. Right, Yuna. Your girlfriend... Shin Yuna.

[satansdarlin]

seafoam green walls

satan/GN!reader

warnings-overstimulation, crying, self depreciation? Kinda but there is comfort.

    Y/N and satan bought an apartment together, it mainly was their little getaway from lucifer. They had books upon books in the apartment and a small loveseat and bed and an open kitchen. They liked their little space, satan especially it was nice to be able to get away from his brothers and have a place to stay. Lucifer knew about the apartment but there wasn't much he could do as satan had already paid it off and he was the owner with Y/N. In the present Y/N was hanging upside down from the back of the love seat their legs hanging over the back as they stared at the wall in front of them.  

    "The walls are boring. We should paint them"  

    Satan sighed he was used to Y/N’s thought jumping but honestly he agreed with them, the Grey reminded him of the R.A.D. detention room. He snapped his book closed and looked over at them  

    "And what color do you think we should do, my rose?"  

    Y/N tapped their chin a bit thinking a little  

    "What about seafoam green? It's a pretty color"  

    Satan hummed a little thinking  

    "You could paint one of your murals of us in the bedroom too... hm.. alright I'm sold. Let's go get paint, I think there's a hardware store in the shopping district" 

    Y/N wiggled around a bit lifting themself with their legs and sliding off the back of the loveseat onto the ground. they walked around and smiled softly leaning over and pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek in thanks. Satan's phone binged with a message lighting up the screen, he lifted it unlocking it to see what was sent.  

    "The idiot is wondering where you are"  

    "Satan I told you to stop calling mammon an idiot he already has self-esteem issues-" 

    Satan was already typing though talking out loud as he did  

    "Well not that it's any of your business but we’re repainting the apartment and going to the hardware store together to pick out color swatches. And sent."  

    Satan stood up stretching a loud pop came from his back as he let out a groan. he turned off his notifications and stuck his phone in his pocket.  

    "Let's go, my rose"  

    ☆°•●○•°☆ 

    After some searching and narrowly avoiding mammon who was looking for them, they found the color they wanted and brought it home. Satan was painting the living room area as Y/N took care of the bedroom. They would work ten times faster this way though satan was mostly using this spell which animated the paint brushes to do the work. He heard an exasperated sigh come from the bedroom his eye twitch a bit as it was the tenth one so far and he decided to go check on Y/N.  

    "My rose. Is everything okay you are sighing rather loudly"  

    He found them huddled on the bed staring at the half-done mural they had going.  

    "It looks terrible" 

    "That is simply not true. It is a beautiful piece of art because you, my love, made it"  

    He noticed their head was slightly tilted up and he saw the tear gathering in their eyes.  

    "My dear you can cry, I promise I won't tell anyone"  

    "You'll think I'm weak"  

    "I would never!"  

    Satan was offended they would even think such a thing as he went to their side and took their hands in his tilting their head down.  

    "My light, I would never think you are weak. You are the strongest human I have met in a long time. You are beautiful, strong, smart, strong-willed, hilarious, and absolutely perfect"  

    Tears spilled from Y/Ns eyes as they hugged their lover quickly into a tight embrace he gently ran his hand through their hair reassuringly.  

    "I'm done in the living room. Would you like me to pose would that help?"  

    they were quiet but nodded against his chest taking a deep breath out of his cologne, it had a smokey leather smell to it that they found comforting. they slowly pulled away and began back at their piece, and anytime they would get down on themself softly spoken words of affirmation came from their lover on the bed.  

    Loud banging came from the door as mammon was trying to hide from lucifer but unfortunately for him, satan had turned on music in the living room drowning out the outside noise. 

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I lost your ask! I have no idea where it went nor do I know who you are!! And I am so sorry for taking so long!!

Hey, may I have a match-up for 1 bara bittybones please?

Living situation: small apartment, further in the country, it's peaceful, it gets hot and humid n the area a lot, I live alone so he could have his own space, no pets.

Owner personality: mellow, paranoid, has PTSD, may need a push to get goin sometimes cause depression, panic attacks I hide n the closet, realist when I'm n right head, antisocial with most but wouldn't be with him, respectful of boundaries, likes to drink wine, crochet, knit, swim, do essential oils, and I'm a model, I can get on with any way they like to give and/or recieve love, spa days all the way, sleepy quiet cuddles I adore, and I draw, patient, long fuse, can be sneaky, will cook a ton.

Wants: a companion

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Doll(Tale paps neko): These bitties are super affectionate and always feel the need to be around their owner, though this makes them have horrible separation anxiety! These bitties always know what to say when your having an episode(what I often call my 'attacks' and mood swings) or going through a rough patch! These bitties do not need other bitties around and would do well in single bitty homes!

Silkie(tale sans chicken harpy): These bitties are super chill, though need at least 3 other bitties around! They are a more lazy type but still love to get up and move, they can learn how to help you quickly and are not a super loud chicken bitty, they do have feathers that often grow over their eyes but some trimming or a headband is an easy fix!

Appa(tale gaster unicorn): These bitties are a more laid-back type, though a very affectionate one! With their magic they can help get/place things on a higher shelf or just hand you things from a distaince without being underfoot or to close to something dangerous! Similarly to Satyrs their magic has a soothing/calming affect in their fur! Note that Unicorns are a more social type, so having at least one other bitty around is ideal!

Clay(Fellswap paps Satyr): With things like PTSD, depression, and paranoia I had to suggest a Satyr! They have calming/soothing magic in their fur/wool, and with Clay bitties more laid-back and affectionate nature they are perfect an keeping a level head when you need them! They need to be sheared annually or bi-annually so if you want you can make their fur into yarn and make clothes with it! Many of those with Satyrs do, either for themselves or their friends ad family! Note that Satyrs are another Social type! Though Clay's can manage just fine with just their owner!

Boelen Python(two headed(tale and fell) paps lamia): These somewhat odd bitties are super affectionate and helpful! Their patterns are simply beautiful and are great for some inspiration! These bitties are like a two-in-one deal with both of their heads having different personalities an thoughts, though they rarely fight! They will of course do their best to help you and will learn how to! They are big(being 8-12 feet tall as bara!) and give big cuddles!

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DANCING WITH YOU UNDER THE MOONLIGHT 🌙 (SNOWDROP FANFICTION ONE SHOT)

On a Spring Day in 1987, when all of us were busy as College Students, I never knew that one day, after a cold freezing long night in Winter my life turns upside down when I fell in love with Lim Soo-ho and an unforgettable love I've been wishing for or envied for every Valentine's day happened; an intelligent, good-looking with refreshing smile young man was finally in front of me. He may look untouchable, but I never knew there will be a time that I can hold him in my arms until our last moments. Those moments I wish I could go back and some moments I wish it was different.

"Which University will you be in now?" My co-professor asked me as I am packing all my things into the faculty.

"Hosu Women's University," I answered with a bitter smile on my face. It's been the first time since I'm going to step out of this University in Incheon.

I was stuck in teaching like it became my prison and the only thing I've been doing in my life was my job at University and being alone in my apartment. Start then repeat, just keep on playing back--a never-ending cycle until I felt cold-blooded. I never knew this would be so hard.

After I collected all my things and put them in boxes, I decided to get in my car. I look at myself in the mirror and started to see my wrinkly eyes that have been so tired these days, plus do I ever tell you? It's been 20 years have passed and it's 2007 already.

On a long way drive, I started to look at the surrounding area, everything drastically changes from what they were before and each street I passed by came to be a recollection of something-something nostalgic, more likely happy days or depressing days.

I halted my car exactly near Rome Café, which amazingly still has the same name after two decades. I grabbed my shoulder bag and closed the door of my car before I moved in a different route. I took a deep breath and opened the door of Evergreen Bookstore. I clasped the cassette tape in my hands and walk toward the Music Room. Luckily, I had a chance to spend my time alone as my hands are in shivered while putting the tape on the radio. Rewind and move backward--let's go back from the start.

"Young-Ro..." I heard his gentle voice and this time my tears are falling down my cheeks, that's why I decided to close my eyes, "It's been 20 years," I mumbled and started to sob a little louder.

I heard gunshots in my head, a deafening scream, and blood on my shirt as I am holding you in my arms. I held my chest trying not to remember what happened but a sudden light shifted in my head and the image became so clear--your smile, your beautiful face, and your wonderful voice. It won't stop playing back and forth in my mind.

"I wish you were here," I whispered as the tape keeps on playing, "If this is a nightmare just wake me up," I whispered again and my tears won't stop falling.

"Lim Soo-ho," I mumbled until I slowly open my eyes. The sunlight started to be almost blinding and I can't look directly—everything seems unclear.

Choo, choo train

Truckin' down the track

Gotta travel on it.

Never comin' back

Ohh... Got a one-way ticket to the blues

Hey? What's happening? Why the tape suddenly changes on its own? Wait... what am I wearing right now? I look at myself more, the way I am wearing my clothes, my wavy long hair, and the classic purse on my shoulders. "Am I dreaming?" I said while pinching my cheeks suddenly someone gently patted my shoulders which makes me jump from where I am standing. My eyes get widened and started to grip the headset on my ears. I think the store owner noticed me crying and I've been here for a long time—I should apologize.

"Ahhmm...I'm sorry..." My eyes get widened more as I've seen someone familiar. My eyes almost get blinded by the lights again.

"Hey, Young-Ro... are you okay?" he asked me. Lim Soo-ho asked me. I'm dreaming, right?

"I'M DREAMING...RIGHT?" I shouted unintendedly and my tears are falling again. I noticed his face confused and he began to survey his eyes from those people peeking at us.

"Young-Ro what is happening to you?" he asked me again before he grabbed my hands toward the exit.

He surveyed me again and he started to giggle when I'm still confused while my eyes are still swollen, "Hey, Young-Ro...are you still mad at me?" he asked me before he fixed my hair that was on my face.

"I told you I was busy last week and I'm sorry about what happened when you waited for nothing," he told me and my face makes a confusing expression more overreacting.

"What?" I asked but when he was about to respond; I get panicked when I sighted a police officer holding his folder like he was finding someone.

"Hide!" I screeched and he arcs his eyebrows more, "Huh? Why should I?" he asked me and I started to hug him tightly when the officers passed by.

"Hey, Young-Ro you are confusing and scaring me, what is happening to you? We're almost dating for 7 months now and this is the first time you acted like that..."

"Date? WHAT? WE ARE DATING?" I shouted and people surrounding us laughed at me. Soo-ho's eyes rapidly move again.

Young-Ro do want to go to the hospital?" he asked me placing his palms on my forehead and I felt my cheeks warming.

"We're dating, since the day I met you... did you just pick up my pen?" Pen? It should be a paper plane why did I pick up the pen? Did Boon-Ok get his item?

"I already told you I changed my item because I've seen that odd lady peeking at us that's why I exchanges mine secretly. We even went to the park after that, we even went to watch movies... isn't it? It's just 7 months has been passed... why did you forget about it?" my eyes opened widely once again because of what he said and I slowly touched his face. I controlled my tears and began to open my mouth to ask him a question.

"Where you came from... Soo-ho," I calmly asked him and I heard him scoffed before he exhibited his smile again.

"Daebang-dong... Did I mention that already? I already told you too I studied in Berlin and now I'm taking a master's at Pyeongtaek University--that's why I'm busy last week and I know you are still mad at me," he said and smiled a little before reaching out for my hand and hold it tightly.

"Aren't we going to Amusement Park?" he happily said and my mind are still fuzzy, that's why my knees started to get weak. When I'm about to bend my knees he instantly catches me up.

"Young-ro!" he exclaimed and suddenly his wallet fall on the ground and the pigeon necklace was on my neck. My heart started to rise when I'm about to pick up his wallet and I saw our picture inside.

"Open House," I whispered, "You went to the Open House?" I asked him while my heart was beating fast.

"Of course I did, you invited me in there," he gently told me and helped me to stand up straight, "One-way ticket!" he awkwardly sang while charmingly raising his fist.

"We've danced that aren't we?" he reminded while he's chuckling and that makes me smile. As my head was still down he carefully raises my head with his warm hands, "You sure you're okay?" he assured me and I just nodded my head to answer.

"We're going to be late," he said and held my hand before we decided to walk without hesitations on this street. I don't want to ask anymore what is happening and if this is a dream, I'm going to make this all worth it—all I care about right now is finally I am here with you.

We finally step into the Amusement park and he happily runs while he is holding my hand. I'm so happy to see Soo-ho like this, with his smile, his gentle eyes, and his handsome features. I'm so happy that they are all mine. We walk through the valleys of this place, the sweet smell and taste from the stall we were stopping by stamped on my head, especially, the sound of his laugh, his scent, and the warmth of his shoulders I am holding all this time. "If this is a dream please don't wake me up," I whispered and the night seems approaching. My chest started to get lighter and I can't help to feel anxious.

After a while, as the night became deeper, he brought out something beneath his cream-colored blazer and I saw a cassette tape along with a cassette player on it.

"Shall we dance?" he offered me before standing up in front of me. He places the headset on my ears and I slowly stand up while holding his hand. I heard the intro from the cassette and the acoustic song started to get louder in my ears.

He keeps me closer to him while he is caressing my waist. My hands are gently on his shoulders before I embrace the back of his neck. He slowly put the headset on my neck and he smiled as the moonlight shone upon us.

"If this is only a dream, I'd wish I never woke up because reality will be meaningless without you,"

He gently said to me and my tears finally fell from my eyes but before I could say anything else; he suddenly pulled me closer and closer—then I could feel the warmth on his lips and my heart started to rise in my chest. I began to feel that my heart is aching so badly.

"Eun Young-Ro...I love you,"I heard his voice again and I hastily open my eyes when the cassette tape stops.

There was a moment of silence before I heard the tape click loudly. My hands were shaking and I noticed two rings on my index finger. But when I'm about to raise my head I glimpse someone sitting in front of me—I just realized that I am sitting at Rome Café. When the sunlight became serene I finally saw him as he is building the tower of matches. I smiled gently as I saw his face, "Are you okay now?" he asked me and offered me to drink a cup of hot coffee.

"Take a sip, it will erase all bad memories," he said before he smiled gently.

I saw him looking at me while the smoke of steaming coffee came to my face and when I took a sip of it I heard him laugh a little.

"Let's go home? Kids are waiting for us," he reminded me and I just nodded my head. He lends his hands and I quickly take it before he mends his guitar on his shoulder.

"Eun Young-Ro...I love you," he said to me and that makes me stop walking while letting go of his hand. As I can see his back, he slowly glances in my direction and we gently smile at each other.

"Come walk with me," he sweetly offered his hand again and we walked together.

I never hesitate to accept it again and then the music became louder in my ears again. Rewind and move backward——let's go back from the start.

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“ you’re safe with me, you know that right? ” (from Johnny hehe)

Shippy Memes II Accepting

              Days rolled into weeks before he graced Johnny with his presence again. There were times when the wanderlust became too strong and the werewolf was off once more, grabbing his backpack and hopping on whatever public transport he could afford. He very rarely stayed in the same place for long, spooked at the thought of getting recognised by somebody he once knew. He wanted to keep the past firmly in the past. Sometimes, however, certain places were kept in mind for a revisit. The pull of a lovely café with gracious owners, or an area of outstanding beauty where he could sit and think for a while; they each had its own charm. But for an extrovert who made friends easily, it was mostly the people who charmed him into returning. In the case of Johnny, however, the circumstance of their meeting was far from normal. And the poor Hellhound got stuck with Reynardine the moment he decided to keep his massacre in the barn a secret.

            "Knock-knock, it's meeeee." He really hoped that was the right number for Johnny's apartment, because this would be super embarrassing otherwise. He remembered the address, but that was as far as he got. It was night time, and the thought of scaring some old dear crossed his mind, until he heard a familiar grumbled response over the intercom. "Wha' do you mean 'who'? Absoliwt asyn! Your favourite person, y'know. Wha' other Welshman do you know, Johnny? Are you cheatin' on me, man? Best not be somebody from up North..." The sound of the front door unlocking made him grin, knowing full-well that his comment received an eyeroll from the other male. With enthusiasm, he made his way inside and took each step two at a time. It was the start of an overdue catch up, although most of it ended up being Reynardine talking; he rambled on about everything and nothing. But he felt listened to.

            A good guest brought gifts, but the only thing he could offer was a pack of cigarettes. They were gratefully accepted as they smoked outside on the tiny balcony, over-looking the blur of city lights. A sense of calm, accompanied by the background noise of chatter and laughter below from neighbouring bars. It was way past midnight and Johnny had already offered for Reynardine to crash, which the latter immediately tried to refuse. He expected nothing -- he was okay, he had already survived this long -- explaining that he never wanted to be a burden on the other. But that was one thing with Johnny; he never made the werewolf feel like a burden. Out of all his blunt comments, sighs passing through tight lips, and automatic eyerolls in response to his antics, none of them were made from true dislike. If it was, there was no way Reynardine would be stood on this balcony right now. And neither would he have chosen Johnny's apartment as his first place to go upon his return.

            "You sure? I mean, I feel like 'm outstayin' my welcome," he laughed tentatively, but his reasoning was dismissed again. The offer was final. "Thank you," he added, already anticipating solid sleep in a warm environment. "You saved me the hassle of fightin' for a spot behind a dumpster tonight." He joked, distracting himself by tapping the excess ash off his cigarette after receiving sudden silence from the other male. He had that familiar frown of deep concentration. Unnerving for some, but not for a werewolf who was used to it. His next words sounded sincere, enough for Reynardine to look back over at him with a somewhat perplexed expression. Did he even need confirmation? There was never a time he felt unsafe around Johnny.

           "Gwirion," a quiet huff escaped him as he rested his head against Johnny's shoulder, closing his eyes in relaxation. "Wha' good is a guard dog if you don't feel safe around them, y'know?" There was an amused smile on his face.

[lovesick-dove]

Seeing you at the conference continues to eat at me as I fly through the city. I can't get the image of you out of my head… But I need to concentrate tonight. My patrol route is constantly changing with the serial killer on the loose so I’m not as familiar with the area as I would like to be. So I swoop down between some apartment buildings, trying to get my bearings.

As I’m scanning the area, looking for anyone suspicious, an open window catches my eye. Part of me thinks that having a window open this late at night is dangerous with a killer out and about, but then again, it’s several floors up. If the killer could scale a building and climb into an open window, I’d be impressed, I think to myself.

Regardless, I fly over to investigate. Maybe I can talk the owner into closing it just to be safe. As I hover in front of the window, I peer inside, trying hard not to look like a creep. I’m just doing my job after all. But then I see you sprawled out on the couch on your stomach, peacefully asleep. Your tanktop has ridden up a bit, and your shorts showcase your luscious thighs.

I feel my face flush. So much for not being a creep. Still, you’re beautiful and I can’t deny that. I swallow thickly.

“Just gonna close this window… and be on my way. Yep, nothing creepy about that. I’m not being a peeping tom, I’m just helping…” I say to myself as I fumble with the edge of the window.

With a bit of effort, I manage to get it closed. I can’t latch it from the outside, but I decide that I will make sure I fly back around this area a couple of more times tonight before my patrol ends… Ya know, just to check on you. Because that’s what heroes do, right? Right.

- 🐥❤️

I wake up after hearing the squeaking of my window, seeing that it's now closed and the only clue that's left of who closed it is a red feather. I pick it up and lightly trail my finger up the side of it.

It looks so familiar, but I can't seem to place it in my half asleep state, but I just decide to not worry about it as I flop back onto the couch and turn on the tv, keeping the feather near my head on the side table.

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I'm walking in the darkness again, but I see someone in the distance, or at least I think I do. It makes me wonder why there is someone in my dream again.

I look down at my hand and see the red feather from my apartment, carefully I hold it up in front of my face, examining it and lightly brushing at it.

And I can swear I see the figure in the darkness shiver.

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I wake up from Finneas meowing for food, I check my phone and I realize it's 8:15 am. I'm fucked, I think to myself. 2 hours late!? How can I explain that to my boss?

I send him an email saying I woke up late and am wondering if I can stay home to work on the stack of papers he gave me the day before, and I can drop them off at the office. Luckily he says yes.

So I plan to have a working at home day.