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there-must-be-a-lock · 4 years ago

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Red

Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3680

Warnings: Kink and trauma. You know, in case you forgot whose blog you were on! Night terrors. Non-graphic flashbacks to violence, very graphic smut. Bucky’s head is just not a very fun place? References to brainwashing and torture. Kink discovery, including some hitting/slapping during sex and some power/control fantasies, all within the context of a very happy relationship. It goes down dark but there’s a distinctly soft aftertaste.

A/N: For @cockslut-padalecki and her Decade Under The Influence challenge. My prompt was “The Crimson” by Atreyu. Thanks for always hosting the absolute best challenges, and congrats on the milestone!

Pre-reads by @thoughtslikeaminefield @mskathywriteswords and @fangirlxwritesx67. Inspiration from that scene where Sebastian Stan gets slapped. You know the one I mean.

The companion fic to this will be coming soon! It’s significantly darker and way outside my wheelhouse, but please let me know if you want a tag.

The Soldier stalks silently down the hallway to the bedroom, scanning the shadows.

The closet.

Something itches, deep under the ice: knowledge that closets are for hiding —

— a small girl, giggling in the back corner of the closet —

— ready or not, here I come —

— but those frozen things don’t belong to the Soldier.

He opens the door and finds the woman on the floor, trying to hide in the darkness. He picks her up by the throat. Moonlight from the open window glints off her wide eyes and the Soldier’s metal hand. She fights back, clawing at his arm uselessly.

He waits for her to stop struggling. They always do.

Bucky opens his eyes and bolts upright, gritting his teeth against the sweaty, shivery wave of nausea.

It takes a moment for the numbing chill of the Soldier’s memory to fade.

He knows it’s a memory. He lost so many things in the deep emptiness of cryo-sleep, but he couldn’t bury them forever, and now they claw their way out while he dreams. The darkness gives him back his life, one nightmare at a time.

Sometimes he wakes up screaming. Sometimes he wakes up convinced that the bed under him is soaked with blood, and it takes a few awful seconds to realize that he just sweated through the sheets. Other times he’s paralyzed in the darkness, convinced he’s back in the cryo chamber, and he wants to punch and claw and fight his way out, wants to see the sun again, but he tried that one too many times — he learned his lesson about wanting things.

At least he didn’t wake her this time. She makes a breathy sound as she stirs, but she’s still sound asleep, and when he inspects his hands in the glow of her night light, there’s no trace of red.

She got the light about two months ago, when he started sleeping over. She didn’t ask him, didn’t mention it — he would’ve been embarrassed, if she asked, but it helps. She helps.

He’s goddamn crazy about her. It hasn’t been long, but he knows this is it for him.

Bucky curls up facing her. Her hair is a mess, and there’s a damp patch of drool on the pillow under her slack mouth, and she’s beautiful. It’s amazing that she trusts him enough to fall asleep next to him.

He closes his eyes. This time he doesn’t dream.

The end credits of the movie start to scroll down the screen, and she makes a grumbling noise that means she doesn’t want to get up and turn the TV off. Her little apartment is full of the rich smell of whatever she’s got in the oven, and the day has been so sweetly domestic that Bucky wonders when everything will start to twist and distort and go bloody. He must be hallucinating.

But the hallucinations always had a sort of airbrushed quality to them when they started, an inhuman perfection that felt easy, like he was floating. Right now his stomach is growling, and when she shifts, her elbow digs into his side, and she’s a heavy comforting warmth on top of him.

The hallucinations were the product of his own brain, which might be why they came back all too quickly when he started to recover his memories. Even when he couldn’t remember his sisters’ faces, he remembered the drug-fueled torture that took place behind his closed eyelids, scenes that started like fantasies and ended like nightmares.

Most memories from before the fall are weak and hazy, sepia-toned afterimages that overlay the living world like ghosts. Other things bleed through the decades, making it hard to keep track of whose memories he’s seeing. The Soldier’s memories are always sharp and cold, and they’re the hardest to shake off. Sometimes they’re triggered by the present, and it’s always a surprise; he’s stepping into a crosswalk and the past is washing over him like —

The water from the hose is freezing cold as the handler rinses off the blood —

— and he’s still staring down at the slushy puddle, but —

— the Soldier keeps his eyes down, clenching his jaw to stop his teeth from chattering, watching the red swirl over the cold cracked tile and disappear down the drain, and —

Bucky has to fight to hold on to the honking taxis and the Brooklyn stink, because the cryo chamber is quiet like a coffin in the last few seconds before he’s frozen into unconsciousness, and —

— and sometimes he feels frozen even when the dreams dissolve, even when he knows they’re only dreams.

The frigid paralysis was mental more than physical, for the Soldier, and that’s a hard thing to shake. The raw human parts of him iced over, head and heart numb while his body carried on following orders.

She sits up and stretches, making her shirt ride up, and he notices bruises on her hips, wrapping around the side.

“Did I do that?” he asks, voice thin.

She looks down like she didn’t notice. “Probably.”

He tugs the waistband of her yoga pants down a little and finds the shape of a handprint, stained purple. She twists to show him a matching set on the other side. They’re more defined on the side he was gripping with his metal hand last night. He feels cold all over.

“Sorry.”

“No biggie.”

He’s too scared to meet her eyes. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I would never hurt you.”

“What if I asked you to?” she tosses back, playful and easy.

Bucky doesn’t know how to react to that. He can’t let her see how badly he wants that, so he just freezes like a deer in headlights, forcing himself to go still, to shut down, to say nothing.

“Whoa, hey, don’t do that,” she says, and she moves into his space slowly, deliberately, giving him time to tell her to stop. He blinks at her, and she smiles, soothing.

He spent the first month of their relationship waiting for her to turn and run. It’s gotten better, but…

“Why the hell do you trust me?” he blurts out.

She frowns, and hesitates, and he wants to reach up and smooth out the little frown line that forms between her eyebrows, but he doesn’t. She curls up against him and kisses his jaw.

“Would you ever choose to hurt me?” she asks.

“No.”

“There you go.” He feels the movement when she shrugs, as if it’s that easy. “You control your choices. That’s it.”

“But I —”

“No buts,” she interrupts, and her voice is firm. “I choose to trust you and you don’t get to talk me out of it.”

Bucky lets out a huff of not-quite-laughter at that. She’s stubborn as hell when she wants to be, and he knows better than to argue.

“Okay,” he says, and wraps his arms around her, kissing the top of her head. She settles closer, her breath a warm damp tickle against the side of his neck.

His body used to be a weapon.

“You can’t blame yourself for things that are out of your control,” she mumbles, as if she heard him.

He takes a deep breath and says it again: “Okay.”

He can see her reflection in the mirror; she bites her lip, teeth white against her bright red lipstick, trying to hold back, but the whimpers are getting louder by the second as he fucks her harder. She’s bracing herself with her forearms on the sink, her entire body shaking with each sharp thrust.

“Shhhh,” Bucky says, half-laughing, but he doesn’t slow down.

He’s pretty sure this was her plan all along. They barely made it an hour into the party before she tugged him into the bathroom, and usually he would protest, but he’s been half-hard since he first saw her in that damn outfit.

She opened the door earlier looking like a pinup, complete with glossy curls and red lips and this dress: flared skirt, nipped-in waist, curves threatening to spill over the scooped-low neckline. He had just stuttered for a few seconds as a wisp of memory cast a sepia glow over her pleased smile.

He used to have a dog-eared print of one of those calendar girls, and it was tame compared to some that were carried to war, but there was something warm in her smile that made him hold onto it. He used to daydream about her waiting at home, welcoming him at the door, when everything else was heavy and grey. He used to look at her smile when he couldn’t bear to close his eyes, knowing he’d only see blood. They took it when he was captured, of course, but he used to imagine —

— this, he used to imagine this, the way the skirt is rucked up around her hips and she’s bent at the waist, the way she stretches open around the shiny-wet length of his cock.

He has a flash of certainty that this is just a fantasy, something he’s imagining desperately as he fucks his own fist and tries not to make a sound, pressing his other palm to his mouth to muffle his labored breathing. He’s picturing this so vividly that when he opens his eyes and sees the stars, framed by the caved-in ceiling of another bombed-out shell of a building, he’ll have to fight back tears of disappointment.

The sight of her face in the mirror is utterly pornographic, threatening to send him over the edge too soon, but when he looks down, he can see the way her ass bounces and jiggles as she shoves herself back to meet each thrust, and that’s goddamn obscene too. Bucky’s imagination has never been this good.

She’s so close, too close to stay silent, and just as she lets out a high-pitched, keening moan, there are footsteps right outside the door.

He reacts instinctively, before he can think better of it; he slaps his hand over her mouth, muffling the sound against his palm — the metal one, he realizes, a split-second too late.

Their eyes meet in the mirror for one wild heartbeat. Her skin looks dangerously soft under silver fingers that could so easily break the fragile jawbone they grip.

Then her eyes roll back in her head, and her orgasm blindsides both of them with its intensity. If he wasn’t silencing her, she would’ve shouted, he’s pretty sure; she spasms violently against his grip, writhing like she’s trying to shake him off, and —

— he imagines her struggling, fighting back, until he pins her against the wall and —

— it hits him like a gut-punch. He doubles over, curling himself around her as he comes with a rough shocked grunt, and the white-out lightning-bolt electroshock feel of it is so incredible he forgets, for a few seconds; he just buries his face in those curls and kisses the nape of her neck.

He straightens up and realizes her lipstick is smeared over the metal hand, deep crimson red.

“God, we’re a mess,” she laughs breathlessly. She turns to kiss him, eyes sparkling, and then they have to clean up, put themselves back together, and he brushes it off.

It was probably a memory, a ghost whose features he confused with hers in one fevered second. Unwanted memories —

— dreams — flashbacks — fantasies — hallucinations —

— invade his reality every day.

It didn’t feel like a memory, though.

She smiles, and there’s no doubt in his mind that the smile is real, so Bucky swallows his guilt and smiles back. Her hand is warm in his.

There’s a knife in his hand and blood on the floor.

It’s messy, but those were his orders. Easier to frame the mistress this way. At least the carving knife was sharp. Red drips down the blade onto the metal fingers.

He’s about to place it next to the corpse when he hears the gasp. The mistress had been asleep four minutes ago, but people are unpredictable that way.

Messy.

The Soldier pivots, finds her standing in the doorway, hand over her mouth, eyes wide. She’s paralyzed by fear, like a deer in headlights as he stalks closer. Usually they run. Sometimes they fight back. This one just stares.

“I won’t say anything,” she whispers. “I didn’t see —” He grabs her wrist, and she shrieks, trying to twist away, until he pins her against the wall and holds her in place. Tears start to roll down her cheeks. “No, please, I’ll do anything you want — just don’t kill me! You can — anything, I promise, I won’t struggle! Do you want —”

“Want” is buried deep under the ice. “Want” is for bodies that are warm and soft and human. The Soldier is a weapon.

He presses the knife into her hand and forces her fingers to close around the handle. She was supposed to be asleep.

She’ll be blamed, one way or another, but maybe it’s better this way. Cleaner.

No witnesses. It’s an order.

Bucky wakes up. He’s trembling, sitting up with his hands twisted in the sheets, but it’s not as bad as it could be. She’s sitting up next to him, one gentle hand on his chest as she watches with wide sad eyes.

“Sorry,” he chokes out. “Fuck, I hate waking you up.”

“Almost time anyway,” she says, which is when he realizes that it’s morning. Sunlight is streaming in through the sheer curtains. He settles back against the headboard, taking it in. They’re both naked, with her big downy comforter around their waists, and the residual chill of memory thaws immediately in the cozy warmth of her bed.

She leans in hesitantly and brushes her lips against his. He can read the worry plain on her face — she doesn’t know what he needs right now — but he tugs her onto his lap, tilts his head back, mouth opening easily under hers for slow lazy kisses that stretch like taffy and then turn deep and dirty. She swears like a sailor as she sinks down slowly onto his cock.

Christ, she’s gorgeous.

It must be real. He could never hallucinate something so flawed and incredible as the way she looks naked, the stretch marks under his palms, the calluses on her fingers when she cups his jaw, the way she moans when he plants his feet on the bed and fucks up into her.

She’s flushed and dewy with sweat, moaning in the sharp bitten-off way that means he found just the right angle, and her thighs are shaking hard enough that he has to grip her hips and hold her steady. He can feel her starting to get close, clenching and flooded around him, when her alarm goes off.

“Cocksucking motherfucker,” she snarls.

They both look helplessly at the phone, just out of easy reach on the nightstand. Bucky’s tempted to just ignore it, but she’s already leaning over. She twists at the waist but doesn’t stop rocking her hips down against him, squeezing in little pulses like she can’t help herself, so he settles her more firmly on his lap, holding her weight and anchoring her as she reaches for it. He works his right hand down between them, an awkward angle that’s totally worth it when he can rub her clit with the pad of his thumb and feel her spasm around his cock.

“Five more minutes,” he suggests breathlessly.

“Not gonna need that long if you keep doing that.” She trembles and almost collapses before finally grabbing the phone, and she hits the snooze button immediately.

He’s already rolling his hips, grinding in deep, and he must hit something just right at the same moment she starts to straighten up; it makes her twitch, jerking uncontrollably against him as she moves, and her elbow cracks across his jaw, snapping his head to the side hard enough to rattle his teeth.

“Shit!” she hisses, and then: “I’m so sorry, I — are you —”

But the rough throb of pain hit like a swell of heat in Bucky’s gut, making him jerk up into her and shudder with pleasure. He lets his head loll, taking a deep heaving breath and letting it out as a moan.

It’s not until he tilts his head back to look at her stunned face that he realizes what just happened. His cheeks burn but she doesn’t look disgusted; her eyes go all heavy-lidded and she bites her lip as she starts to ride him again, swiveling her hips.

He’s opening his mouth to make some excuse, to deny it, when she leans in for a bruising kiss: teeth scraping his lower lip, a whimper rough in her throat, cunt silky-hot and soaked, so good his head is spinning.

Then she asks raggedly, “Do you want me to do that again?”

Without even thinking about it, he blurts out, “Yes.”

Her palm connects with his cheek, a sharp sting that draws a guttural sound from deep in his chest. He moves on pure primal instinct, gripping her hips to slam her down on his cock.

From there it’s rough and frantic and desperate. He’s only dimly aware of the way she moans, bucking against him, the way they’re moving against each other like animals, the way she bites his lip so hard he tastes copper and then he’s gone, coming so hard his vision goes white with the first intense pulses of it. She shudders as she follows him, riding out the shocks of pleasure with her forehead pressed to his and her hands in his hair.

He shivers against her, breath hitching as reality washes in like ice water.

“I can feel you freaking out,” she mumbles. “What, they didn’t have kink in the thirties?”

It surprises Bucky enough that he lets out a huff of laughter. “No. Not exactly.”

“Why is this freaking you out?”

He stutters for a second before he manages, “What’s wrong with me?”

She sits up and looks at him intently. “Fucking nothing.”

“That should be the last thing I want,” Bucky mutters, cheeks burning.

“That’s not how it works,” she snaps. “Sex isn’t — it doesn’t always make sense. It’s messy.”

“I’ve had enough of hurting people for a fuckin’ lifetime.”

There’s something vulnerable in her sheepish half-smile. “Sometimes your body likes shit it shouldn’t. You can’t control what gets you off. Believe me, sweetheart.”

He blinks, ready to question that, and she leans in for a quick kiss. As if on cue, her alarm goes off again.

“Fuck.”

“I gotta go,” she says reluctantly. “But later — later we’re going to talk about some things. Okay?”

He doesn’t say it out loud, but he thinks it very clearly in that moment: I love you.

“Okay.”

The Soldier pins her brutally against the wall, one hand around her wrists, the other around her throat. He doesn’t squeeze, not yet, just holds her there and savors the thrill; she’s writhing and lashing out at him like a caged animal, but he’s got her and she knows it.

It’s beautiful, the way she snarls and tries to struggle.

He wants —

— so this must be a normal dream, not a memory, but —

— he wants to fuck her just like this, up against the wall, and —

— his hips jerk and his cock throbs, and —

— fuck, he wants her.

“Baby?” Her voice comes out as a sleep-slurred moan.

He tries to blink away the dream, but instead he’s rolling over and pinning her, rocking his hips down before he can stop himself. She sucks in a breath, spreading her legs to meet the next slow thrust, and she blinks dazedly up at him, mouth dropping open as they rut against each other.

“What was it?” she asks, raspy and heated.

He lets out a pained sound and drops his head, hunching to bury his face in the crook of her neck. He’s so goddamn hard, so close, all over a fucked-up dream, and —

“I was holding you — up against the wall. Your wrists.”

“Yeah?” she says, voice smoky and eager. “Remember what we talked about?”

“Traffic lights. Red if you want me to stop.”

“Do it.”

Oh.

“Are you sure?”

“Fuck yes.”

He snatches her wrists and crosses them over her head, watching the way her lashes flutter at the touch of metal, the way she bites her lip. She shifts under him, squirming until the length of him is slotted up against her slickness and her legs are up around his hips.

He slides in slow, relishing every inch, her body welcoming him with living dripping heat. She arches up, and he adjusts his grip on her wrists, squeezing slightly as he braces himself. All he wants in the entire damn universe is to drive into her, piston his hips until she’s screaming, but he starts to fuck her with steady even thrusts, holding back, trying to let go of the last lingering doubts.

“Doesn’t this scare you?” Bucky asks hoarsely. “That you’re trapped.”

She lets out a moan that sure as hell doesn’t sound like fear. This isn’t a dream any more, but it still feels surreal.

“Yellow,” she says.

“Shit. What’s wrong?” He tries to pull away, but she’s got her ankles hooked, keeping him in place with her legs. He lets go of her wrists, at least, and hauls in a deep breath, trying to make sense of that fierce expression on her face.

“Nothing. I just wanted you to see that you’re in control. You chose to stop.”

He swallows hard. “Yeah. I did.”

“Stop punishing your body for wanting this,” she says.

His breath catches, and for a moment all he can do is stare. She gives him a smile so soft it threatens to rip him open.

Then he curls his fingers around her wrists again — they’re still crossed, right where he left them. He waits for her nod.

“Green.”

Companion fic is here.

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cody-apexart · 2 years ago

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Day 11

only two more weeks here, i know i lost a few days because of the visa issues, but it really does feel like this month is flying by.

The Hồ Chí Minh Museum was underwhelming, but it was along the waterfront so u kno i stuck around for way too long taking photos. it looked like it was a super low tide, maybe because of where we are in the moon cycle? regardless, it was gross looking so i loved it. I watched some guy row around with his feet while someone cast a net off the front of their boat, it was great. I found myself under a bridge looking at some type of outflow pipe. I noticed a lot of grab (uber) motorbike workers rest in the shade under roadways and bridges. They obvs thought i was lost, and tried to gesture me to the path back up to the bridge. I just smiled, and kept staring at the overflow-- ive had this same scenario plays out in new york a lot too. for whatever reason dirty river site seeing never seems normal to people.

at the story slam the other night, someone mentioned the ghost tower to me. construction stalled out in 2005 (?) when the development company went into debt. it has stood unfinished since then-- a guy at the story slam mentioned they recently put a new facade on part of it, he described it as louie vuitton x's. I didnt know what it looked like or where it was, but when I saw it from the Hồ Chí Minh Museum i knew exactly what it was. Always a red flag to see a building with missing parts of the facade and no cranes on it.

from the Bitexco tower viewing deck, you can see the side they didnt try to dress up with a random facade. afterwards i was reading a blog post about the tower that said something like 'its a nearly criminal waste of waterfront space on one of the biggest roads in the city', and honestly, yea, its wild to have that sitting there unfinished for so long. really makes you think about what will happen to large buildings, stadiums, and developments when companies fold, and other companies dont see opportunities for profit in the projects. they will all eventually become the publics problem.

Back in NY my depression meal is usually pork chop over rice from the Vietnamese spot a couple blocks away from my house, so yesterday I asked my motorbike student tour guide where i could get some, not to say im depressed, but i figured i should try it while im here. He recommend a place, and i realized it was close by where i was at in district 1 today. I was kinda excited to eat a meal alone, quietly-- i was tired and didnt rly eat breakfast. i waited a bit for a table and was finally seated at a small table for 1 that was in a corner so no one could sit across from you-- then the waitress sat someone down directly next to me at the same table. I was like okay this is weird, but fine, i smiled and tried to ignore the person, but she took her phone out and on google translate started asking me if i'm traveling alone, and what i wanted to eat. i googled translated back at her, and then for whatever reason she got up and sat at a table with the rest of her coworkers. finally, i was alone. not even 2 minutes later, a huge Canadian guy enters the restaurant with his equally huge luggage and yells across the room offering me to sit with him. I thought about it for a lil bit, and then I went for it, obviously fate did not intend for me to eat alone today.

afterwards I had a motorbike lesson, they followed me around with a gopro the whole time, lol. I'll share some stills when they send me the footage.

#Cody Herrmann #Outbound to Ho Chi Minh City

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sweetswesf · 3 years ago

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Check In

What I Did

Responded to a post I was tagged in in the channel for the Black-male dominated professional engineering group I am in outside of work...was honest about what going through a layoff is like and how people should support people going through it and immediately regretted it

Got through 4 DAYS of 100 Days of Python in a day to catch up

Didn't work out...sat at my damn desk ALL day and neglected dishes and eating better and working out...all to catch up with Python

Received yet another request to meet with this CEO next week who made a random post about a podcast episode I did...I have no clue where it's going and why he has not given up on trying to meet ME after all these years, but we'll see...

Bumped my face against the cabinet door AGAINNN

Finished Alice & Wonderland finally a few days ago and couldn't help but draw parallels, pick out the themes, and cry when Alice slayed the Jabberwocky! "OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!"...that's what I'm going to do with these things I've been battling

online shopped for like 2 hours (I know...way too long) for back to back days because they're having a special: spend $150 and get $100...I'm very indecisive because I don't have much time to shop and don't want to do it often, and the stuff I buy tends to stay with me for YEARS...and I had a LOT of gift cards at Free People (THAT IS MY STORE!!!)...I bought these! Hopefully they fit, hopefully it was worth it...I feel like I keep trying with little pieces...one day, people are going to be sending me my designer wardrobes for free...these are going to hold me over and hopefully inspire me to the attract the opportunities that help get me there; I like comfortable, cute, unique, different things...with a feminine hippie undertone:

What I Learned

They say people will be more attracted to you the less they know about you, and for someone as open and vulnerable as me, this has been hard...I guess this is why I feel like this blog is so therapeutic: I can get my feelings out, have them read without knowing who the reader is and without the reader knowing who I am

Feeling

Dependent on my friend...I really look forward to meeting with her biweekly; she couldn't come to our meeting today and I felt a little sad...it made me scared because I'm so used to being left/made to look dumb

Accomplished...I've built Hangman, Rock, Paper, Scissors, and a few other things; I regretted starting the 100 Days of Python since I already know the language instead of going harder on the Algos, but I am doing it to get to the harder lessons on stuff I don't know and just to get faster with the language which will help me both in the algos and on the job eventually, especially since, I tend to lose my train of thought mid-algo sometimes...Like today, I figured out how to add recursion to my problem by accident, and recursion is really difficult for me...PLUS, I'm learning a lot of new tricks and resources I never knew of even in these beginning lessons...most importantly it's getting me up to work at my desk and reminding me that I can sit for long, knock out some Pomodoros and ...I worked more hours yesterday than I have in one setting all month...

My A1C levels are on the bridge for pre-diabetes...like if I was 0.1 over on my score, I would be considered pre-diabetic...so I need to get that in check...I was inspired to check by this healthy Black YouTuber Hallease and my grandmother has diabetes...that life is NOT fun...movement helps but it contradicts going hard on this interview prep stuff...I added the Pomodoro Gym Chrome extension to make sure I get up because my FitBit watch KEEPS giving me a rash...I hate it...

Glad I overcame the paranoid thoughts of having a brain issue...

Sad at all the time I've wasted in the past on social media procrastinating from doing the work and making things harder for myself

Glad I meet weekly with an old colleague...white girl gets me and we relate...but she reminds me of an old friend that ended up ghosting me and acting like she didn't know me...PEOPLE are hard to trust

Takeaways

I'm going to get better at this stuff

I'm not getting fat...looking in the mirror I see more definition in my body despite me feeling chubby cheeked in the Google Meets video

Going to start doing Advent of Code: 25 Python challenges in the month of December...happens every year since 2015...I attempted once and gave up after like a day; FINALLY found the name of it after reaching out to a mentor to me who helped me get ad revenue on my project from bootcamp

I don't judge homeless people who spend money on drugs or other non-essentials...it's a HUMAN thing to spend things on what feels good in the moment and lose sight of what the money is really for...we're all trying

I can't judge people who are laid off, collecting unemployment, or food stamps, etc.

I believe I am going through a lot of these experiences to become more humble and judge less

Taking this time to focus on building skills is a good thing...I'd rather do it now than when I'm too old...I saw another guy on LinkedIn leave his good job to do the same: train up skills as he knew he wouldn't be able to work and do both...I'm excited to see who I will become after I learn these skills

I don't like my gym crush anymore...I embarrassed myself trying to get his attention in the gym and it was like chasing down a child...I already attract attention being this short, bulky, Black girl amongst all the men on the weights level...I noticed his new neck tattoo of praying hands and it just read to me "irresponsible spending" and I know I shouldn't think that way because I just bought clothes when I have PLENTY of them already and nowhere to go...we all try...

I have to stop panicking and getting in my head

How I Got Myself Out of a Rut

Prayer; reminding myself that God won't leave me

Pushed myself to finish the coding lessons

Told myself that I won't be in this forever, I'm going to get better, I'm limitless, and me getting to the next level is predicated on MY actions

Goals Completed

Found a therapist

Stopped listening to people worried about their own circumstances and remembering God works on his own time and that I am in no rush...

Got back on the ball

Being kinder to myself and stopping guilting myself if my energy isn't always on 100%

Goals To Complete

Strengthen my relationship with God

Understand the main concepts I need to from Interview Cake, AlgoExpert, etc. in 6 months, NOT less than 3

Drop my body fat percentage to Marion Jones, Michaela Cole, or Jade Cargill levels

Consistently fight urge to fill up my time with social media/YouTube

Fully forgive my family & build a great relationship with them

Be more confident & faithful

250 steps/hour & 10k steps/daily consistently

Drink more than 64oz a day consistently

Go on a date with a guy I actually like who actually likes me too

Learn more about my gym crush & get him to ask for my number

Get a house similar to that one in Spain

Update my personal app

Complete 100 Days of Python

Complete Advent of Code

Decorate the plastic Christmas tree with the ornaments I HAD to buy

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tuanyiems · 5 years ago

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Cookies and Cream

Yugyeom x Reader (f) fluff x smut words: 4k plot: annoyed by some (really just one) of your gratuitous “self-care” rituals, he decides to teach you a little lesson about indulgence, established relationship!au warnings – dom!gyeom, oral (f receiving), fingering, teasing, overstimulation, praise kink, squirting a/n – sorry for the delay, coincidentally I also had to work overtime for work this week lol now if only I had Gyeom too…but in other news, got7 is coming back in 3.5 more hours!!!!!!!!! I’m so excited y’all!!! // part of Le Chocolatier drabble series, which you can find the masterlist for in my blog. feel free to read this as a one-shot or part of the series, in any order you want <3

It’s 9PM on a Friday when you decide to turn off your work computer and call it quits. When you blink, the blue shadow of your screen still flickers behind your eyes and for the past two hours your right lid has been twitching every few minutes. When you stand up from your office chair, the world spins and you are briefly nauseated. You swallow down the feeling with a huff, throwing on your jacket and purse.

It’s quiet on your floor, everyone else having left already. It’s been like this the entire week ever since your project manager proposed a new venture and put you in charge of actually making it happen. Yugyeom tells you to just quit, but you figure it’s partially your fault too. You don’t know how to say no.

So instead, you stop by the convenience store next door and buy yourself a couple of bath bombs. As an afterthought you throw in a box of Ferrero Rocher at checkout.

It’s another thirty minutes when you finally get home. Your whole body aches from being crouched at your desk. As you kick off your flats, Yugyeom greets you with a much too eager smile.

“Babe!” he exclaims, his black hair practically bouncing with every step towards you. “The boys are having game night tonight!”

You let out a yawn as you put your things down. “Sounds great, Gyeom, you go have fun.”

He let out a pout, “You don’t want to come with me?”

You answer with a tired smile and only grow even more weary when you see his infamous puppy dog eyes. “Gyeom,” you plead softly.

“I’ve barely seen you all week. Don’t you miss me?”

“Of course I missed you baby!” You pull him into your arms, nestling your face in his chest. You take a deep breath, his distinct warm bergamot tones filling your senses. You truly have missed him. Two years in and coming home to him every night still isn’t enough. Boy, are you in deep, huh?

“Then come with. Someone needs to put Bambam in his place. He bought a PC and suddenly thinks he’s a gamer,” you feel the rumble of his chest as he squeezes you closer.

And you feel your own resolve breaking the longer you stay in his arms, but when you blink, your eyes still sting from the strain of overuse and fatigue.

“But…I bought bath bombs.”

Yugyeom pulls away slightly and you offer up a weak smile. He knows you’ve been working hard this week. He assumed you would enjoy letting go and playing games for the rest of the night, so your rejection blindsides him. He was really looking forward to spending time with you and the guys. From above, he can see the bags under your eyes more clearly and you do look tired.

“Are you sure?” he offers up one final plea and you answer with a firm nod.

“Go and have fun for the both of us,” you assure, pulling away and heading towards your shared bedroom.

“Are you sure?” Yugyeom repeats, following after you like a shadow. “Want me to stay in with you?”

You chuckle, shaking your head as you pull out a pair of mismatched pajamas from your drawers. “Please, I don’t think I can handle all your energy right now.”

“Hey!”

“You are the love of my life,” You press a kiss to his frown and watch how easily the corner of his lips lift. “I love you, I love you, I love you, but please Gyeom, go out and have fun and I’ll enjoy myself at home and when you come back, I will welcome you into my arms and we can have the whole weekend together, just us. Okay?”

Seeing your exasperation, Yugyeom puckers his lips before breaking out into a boyish grin. “Oh alright! Go have fun with your bubble bath, I guess.”

“I will,” you press one last kiss to his lips before shooing him away.

It’s not long before you finally have the apartment to yourself. Humming, you slowly disrobe as you make your way to the minibar, breaking out a glass of wine. And just as you are about to sashay over to the bathroom, you pause and decide to take the whole bottle with you.

Impeccably timed, the water you left running is filled to the perfect level as you enter. Taking in a deep breath, you smile as you sip at your wine. The bath bomb you bought fizzes in the water, dispersing in the hot liquid in pastel purple and pinks, and fills the small room with the aroma of vanilla and lavender. For a convenience store bath bomb, it does its job perfectly, which is great because you honestly needed this one win for the week.

When you finally sink into the water, it feels like heaven on your aching muscles. For the first time in what feels like this entire week, you feel your shoulders untensing from the heat of the water.

You close your eyes, taking in a deep breath.

And you almost fall asleep right there before you remember the chocolates sitting at the edge of the tub. Picking up one of the golden orbs, you bite at the curve of your lips and admire the crinkled foil before your eyes shift furtively to the bathroom door like a thief. Despite being alone in the apartment, you can’t help feeling like a child up to no good.

Yugyeom has a, well, disliking towards convenience store chocolates. He believes they dishonor the art of chocolate making with their “sick capitalist greed” (even though he happens to own a chocolate store). As a result, you very rarely ever ate chocolates that were not made by Yugyeom, himself, which was great because who doesn’t love free, expensive chocolates? But sometimes, you missed the taste of other chocolates.

Especially, Ferrero Rocher. Back in high school, these were your “expensive” desserts. Almost every month, they were your go-to treat whenever you were nursing your period pains and hormonal mood swings. When you entered adulthood and your self-care treatments became more expensive, so did your taste in chocolates.

But now, here you are, savoring the chocolatey, nutty flavor of convenience store goodness on your tongue while your lover is away like a wife with a dirty secret. Your life has come full circle.

You giggle, hand already tearing the wrapper off another piece before the taste of the first is even fully gone. Man, did you miss this flavor. If you could have it your way, you’d put Nutella in everything! The hazelnut spread was like crack! You make a mental note to buy yourself a jar on your next grocery run.

With the delicious taste of hazelnut glazed over your tongue, you sink back into the tub and watch mindlessly as the pastel water swirls around you.

Suddenly, the door creaks open and a hand pops through with your pink bra hanging by the strap on a finger. Yugyeom pushes open the door, revealing his amused face.

“So eager to kick me out that you left a whole trail of your clothes on the floor?”

You smile up at him before sinking your lips into the water.

“And here I was thinking you’d be so lonely by yourself,” he pouts, setting your bra on the sink counter and approaching you.

You sit up straighter, lifting your head fully out of the water, as he gets closer. “I left a trail so you could find me.”

“Too late for your lame excuses,” he chuckles, sitting at the edge of the tub. His eyes follow your movements as you hug your legs closer to your chest. Most of your makeup has washed off, though the ghost of your eyeliner still tints the ends of your eyes, and though your lipstick has rubbed off, the inside of your lip is awkwardly wine stained. The ends of your hair are wet by the water and the strands stick to your skin in clumps.

And you are so beautiful. Not because you look particularly different in this moment, but because you look so real. It makes him think back to when the two of you first started dating. You had been so nervous, waking up early to put on makeup before he could see you and wearing lingerie every time he slept over. Back then, you’d even refrained from your regular self-care routines because you had been so worried he would think you were too high maintenance.

But now, he is blessed to have you here, completely bare to him, literally and figuratively. All curled up in the tub, smiling up at him without an ounce of fear—it makes his insides all gooey. You do that to him.

The guys had given him a hard time about leaving game night early, but now that he’s here, he’s sure he made the right choice.

“Babe,” your soft whisper breaks him out of his reverie. Your eyes brighten when he meets your gaze. “Wanna join me?”

Yugyeom closes his eyes, tilting his head up, and lets out a loud exhale. “You are perfect.”

You giggle, nose scrunching, until you hear the sound of crunching plastic. You watch, in slow motion, as Yugyeom’s gaze drops to the floor and the both of you freeze.

You blink up, swallowing. The residue of chocolate suddenly tastes sour in your mouth.

“Is that…” The words get caught in Yugyeom’s throat. But his silence feels worse when he’s staring at you with wide, accusatory eyes.

“Gyeom, I-I can explain!” the words come jumbling out of you in a rush, your mouth suddenly dry.

“You…You…In our house, babe?”

“All the stores were closed by the time I left work. I just-I just wanted a quick snack!”

You feel like drowning in your own guilt when Yugyeom looks at you so sadly.

“You could’ve asked me to bring you home chocolates. Unless,” he pauses and a frown forms on his face, “you didn’t want to?”

You hurry to stand in the tub, water splashing from the sudden movement, but you don’t care. You twine your wet, raisined fingers between his.

“Baby, I love your chocolates! They’re my favorite, you know that,” you squeeze his fingers, ignoring the cold air around your bare skin.

“Do I?” he sulks, looking back at the half-eaten tray of Ferrero Rocher.

You sway to the side, angling your body so your eyes meet his again. “I went into the convenience store to buy bath bombs and grabbed these chocolates at checkout as an afterthought. If I knew I was going to crave chocolates when I saw it, I really would have called you. But it was already late at night and I didn’t want to bother you.”

Yugyeom sighs. “You don’t have to explain yourself. You’re allowed to eat and love whatever you want…but just so you know, you’re never bothering me. I will make you chocolates even if it’s the middle of the night and you’re on the other side of the world.”

“Gyeom,” you pout, endeared by his words even as he’s saying it with a frown on his face. You press your palm to his cheek, guiding his lips to yours. “I love your chocolates, and I love you.”

Finally, Yugyeom smiles and you meet his with your own. It’s not long before he’s edging his tongue through the seam of your lips, tangling in your mouth. It’s been too long since you’ve been able to taste him on your lips like this. The quick morning kiss goodbye could only keep you going for so long.

You’ve missed this so much. You’ve missed him. How long has it been since the two of you had sex? A week? No, ten days? For the both of you, that was like an eternity.

You can feel your hunger stirring against the pliant muscle of Yugyeom’s tongue. You forget to breathe as he sucks at the bottom of your lip until it is red and swollen. It’s not until your lungs feel like they are burning that the both of you break away with heaving breaths.

Yugyeom makes a face of disgust despite the shine of your saliva on his lips. “You taste like that stupid generic crap.”

He kicks at the tray of chocolates on the floor and you giggle.

“I don’t know, Gyeom, it seemed like you were enjoying the taste,” you tease, tongue poking slyly out the corner of your lips.

It’s then that he realizes your bare state and a smirk replaces his frown.

“You wanna have a self-care night, right? Let me teach you something about self-care.” Without another word, Yugyeom taps twice at your thigh and like a trained puppy, you jump for him. Clinging to his neck, you wrap your wet legs around his waist and let him carry you into your bedroom.

You let out a squeak of surprise when he tosses you roughly onto the mattress.

“If you want to indulge, I’ll give you something to indulge in,” Yugyeom grabs at the bottom of his t-shirt and pulls it over his head before flinging it across the room. You watch with hungry eyes as his hands move down to his jeans, veins protruding up his arms as he undoes his button. You can’t help the disappointment that fills you when he stops there.

His brows arch at your expression. “Only good girls get rewarded, baby.”

“I’ll be good for you,” you plead, crawling to the edge of the bed to meet him. He cups your face in his large hands sweetly.

“You promise?” You nod eagerly, making him scoff at your desperation. “Good girls don’t break their promises, so keep that in mind.”

“I promise,” you breathe out as Yugyeom trails his fingers down your cheek before grabbing you sharply by the chin.

“I don’t know, kitten, it seemed like earlier you didn’t even want me in the house. Feels like you didn’t miss me at all.” Your eyes flicker up to meet his gaze, brows arching with concern. He points his nose in the air haughtily, but if experience has taught you anything, there was definitely a hint of hurt in his words.

You touch your fingers to his wrist softly. “I missed you so much,” you utter softly. And contrary to the gentleness of your voice, your gaze is strong and sure. It’s only when Yugyeom’s lips twitch into the slightest of smiles that you relax into his touch again.

He pinches your chin between his thumb, forcing your head to tilt back further. His eyes returning to their dark, demanding gaze. “What exactly did you miss so much, kitten?”

“Everything—your touch, your taste, the way you make me feel wanted and loved and safe and warm,” your eyes glaze over, conflicted between giving into your lust or your love, and feeling it all jumbling inside your gut. Both your chest and your core aches for him and it’s so apparent in the way your body seems to melt into the grip of his hand. “I miss feeling you inside me. No one else can make me feel that good.”

“Oh, I’ll make you feel good tonight, kitten,” he smirks, releasing your chin. “Spread out for me baby.”

As soon as he utters the command, you are rushing to the pillows. With your head sinking into the silk pillowcase, you open your legs wide for Yugyeom to admire. And he admires, taking his sweet time to follow you onto the bed, eyes glued to the heavenly sight of your cunt just absolutely glistening with lust for him.

His mouth waters just looking at you spread out for him. “Pretty pussy, so wet for me already.”

He trails his hands slowly up your inner thighs and you are practically vibrating, careening for more of his touch. Yugyeom smirks as he stares at your pussy. Even in his peripheral vision, he can already tell you’re on edge. Brushing two fingers up your wet pussy lips, he spreads your folds apart with the V of his fingers.

Your shaky inhale is audible, much to Yugyeom’s satisfaction.

“So impatient, kitten,” he chuckles darkly, enjoying the way your cunt clenches around nothing. He lifts his fingers off of you and raises it to his mouth. He watches you closely before releasing a low moan at your taste on his tongue. When you bite your bottom lip and watch him quietly, Yugyeom releases his fingers with a pop and lifts his brow. “You’re really trying to keep your promise, aren’t you?”

You nod fervently, making him laugh.

“Then as I promised, good girls get rewarded,” he smiles, a shine in his eyes that promises mischief.

With that, Yugyeom presses his two fingers back between your legs and you release a loud sigh at the feeling of his fingers stretching your walls. The ache is delicious and you find yourself whining a little too loudly at just his two fingers alone. You’ve been so wound up this entire week, the sudden stretch of his two fingers is almost overwhelming. Already, your walls are quivering around his digits.

You feel your cheeks heat, eyes diverting from Yugyeom’s gaze to the ceiling. When you hear his dark chuckles, you know he’s noticed too. You’re already so close, it’s embarrassing. When Yugyeom curls his fingers into your soft, velvety flesh, a moan releases from your throat as you feel a fluttering straight in your core.

It feels too good too fast and soon you are whining, palms flying to cover your face as the knot in your core tightens.

“Gyeom, wait, I-”

“Aw, is kitten going to cum already?” Yugyeom coos sadistically, fingers curling faster against your walls. “What’s the rush baby? I haven’t even tasted you properly.”

“Please,” you whine, tensing at your abdomen in a sorry attempt to fight off your orgasm.

“Missed me that much, baby?” he laughs, feeling your walls squeeze against his digits.

“Yes!” you admit, feeling the telltale signs of your cunt contracting, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” Your back arches off the bed as your orgasm hits you, making your body quiver with pleasure. Heat spreads across your limbs as you ride out your high.

Yugyeom’s fingers continue to stroke against your pulsing walls as he watches you cum on his fingers. His smirk grows when you open your eyes again, looking at him with surprise. Your hands come to his wrist.

“B-babe,” you stutter, body shaking from his continued ministrations. “It’s too much.”

“Shh,” he strokes his fingers softly against the swell of your walls while his other hand gently lifts your hand from his wrist. “You can do this, kitten. Be a good girl for me.”

You swallow, letting his fingers intertwine with yours as a thrill runs down your spine. Finally, you give a small nod, and he smiles at you with crescent eyes.

“That’s my girl,” he whispers encouragingly. “You’re so beautiful when you cum, baby. Show me how you cum, okay?”

You nod, squeezing his hand as he presses a third finger into your sopping hole. As soon as you’re stretched by his third finger, you can already feel your core tightening. Your heart races in your chest as Yugyeom curls his fingers into you faster, chasing the delicious high that is just tipping you at the very edge.

You let out a whimper, eyes squeezing as your walls tighten around him for the second time. His fingers dig into the perfect spot inside of you over and over until you are exploding with pleasure. All thoughts leave you as your mind fills with hot white pleasure.

As you ride the aftershocks of your orgasm, the fog slowly lifts from your mind and you are relieved to find Yugyeom’s fingers have stopped moving inside you.

“You did so great, baby,” he praises you and you feel yourself glowing from his words.

And then you feel his fingers move again.

“Gyeom,” you whine weakly.

He chuckles, pulling his fingers out of you. He smiles, coming up to press a kiss to your lips.

“You’re amazing, baby,” he whispers against your lips. “I love seeing you cum around my fingers.”

You pout, running your fingers through his hair. “Only for you.”

You feel him smile against you before he moves to press a kiss to your forehead.

“You can do one more for me, kitten,” he murmurs, breath tickling the shell of your ear. It makes you shiver, and he can already feel you arching into him. “I missed your taste, baby.”

At those words, you groan. God, you missed his tongue on you.

“That’s a yes, isn’t it?” he chuckles, brushing his wet fingers between your folds. You whine, nodding. “Such a good girl. I’ll make you feel good, I promise.”

“I know,” you exhale, already shivering from his touch. You watch him with hooded eyes as he smiles from your admittance.

Slowly, he makes his way back down your body, tickling your skin with butterfly kisses down your neck and sucking red bruises down the valley of your chest. Planting a sweet kiss to your mound, Yugyeom pulls away to blow air at your glistening folds, admiring the way you shiver at the sensation.

Finally, with eyes on you, he dips down and licks a stripe up your pussy. He smirks with satisfaction as your eyes flutter close. He taps your thigh, bringing your attention back to him.

“Eyes on me, kitten.”

You whimper, nodding, and you rise on your elbows, gaze fixed on him. Pressing a kiss to your inner thigh, Yugyeom gives you one last smile before pressing his lips around your clit. You suck in a breath as he laps at the bundle of nerves, rolling his tongue in intoxicating circles. His mouth feels so warm and soft around you, you can’t help the sigh of pleasure that escapes you.

“God,” you moan, feeling the tightening of your core once again.

Yugyeom answers you with the press of his fingers at your entrance again. You let out a loud moan, feeling your walls quiver at the familiar intrusion. Despite yourself, you find your body clenching around his digits.

The room fills with your heavy panting and the loud squelch of his fingers thrusting into your sopping entrance. But you can barely hear anything, your brain buzzing from oversensitivity. It almost hurts, how good he makes you feel. When he groans around your clit, it sends vibrations straight to your tightening core.

“Gyeom!” you whine, eyes prickling with tears as he sucks harder.

Your legs shake out of control when he curls his fingers against your g-spot, sending you hurtling into another orgasm. A guttural wail of his name leaves your throat as you squeeze your eyes shut. Tears run down your cheeks as your head hits the pillow and you shake against the mattress, overwhelmed by the wave of pleasure erupting throughout you. Wave after wave of hot pleasure spreads across your skin and Yugyeom watches in awe as your pussy squirts all over him and down his bare chest.

“Fuck, baby!” He laughs when you finally come to. “You just squirted!”

You feel your cheeks heat as you look down at his wet body and the mess on the sheets. “I-I did,” you mutter, suddenly shy.

“Don’t get embarrassed on me now, kitten,” he smiles reassuringly at you. “That’s the hottest thing you’ve ever done, babe. I just want to eat you out forever now!”

You suck in a breath when he dips down and laps at your cum. You shiver at the sting of oversensitivity, pushing his head away.

“Too much, Gyeom,” you whine weakly.

He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your thigh before sitting back up.

The smirk returns to his face as his eyes darken again. “Too much, kitten? But I’m just taking care of you. I know you love your self-care nights so much.”

Your eyes grow wide as you follow his hands. You swallow, seeing the bulge of his jeans. And despite having orgasmed the hardest you ever have just moments ago, you find your pussy clenching against air.

And the ache for your boyfriend returns, tenfold.

A shiver runs down your spine as he presses his red, hard cock to your swollen pussy. A little indulgence never hurt anyone right? After all, you had a very rough week.

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jingabitch · 4 years ago

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Armed to the Fangs ch.12

SUMMARY: you grew up in the hunter’s guild, understanding that it is your sacred duty as a hunter to protect humanity from the vampires that lurk in the dark, draining the life from anyone unlucky enough to be caught. while making the rounds one night, you encounter taehyung, a fabled born vampire - not that you know that when he tries to entice you into a dark alley. next thing you know, you’re kidnapped and taken to their home, where you realise that all of them somehow crave your blood and seem to know more about your past than you do. finding out about where you came from might be the key to setting humanity free.

PAIRING: eventual ot7 x reader

WARNINGS: some description of violence, angst, pining, some shit goes down

RATING: T - slightly M-ish?

WORD COUNT: 3.2k

A/N: I have a new beta, @hesperantha , as Kura is no longer writing for BTS and has left her blog. :)

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If you’d thought that Hoseok’s attitude would change towards you after you’d saved his life, you were sadly mistaken. He immediately retreated back into his own room, only leaving to seek you out when he needed to feed. In some ways, you felt like a walking Capri-sun.

You didn’t let it bother you too much – after all, the others were more than willing to entertain you. Yoongi was teaching you piano, Jin was teaching you how to cook, and so on. You’d taken Namjoon’s advice to start exploring new things while you were still living with them, and he was right – all of them were so knowledgeable in the areas they were interested in that it was like talking to encyclopedias. It made sense, of course, since they’d all been around for so long that they’d been able to experience the evolution of their various fields firsthand.

It was only now that you had all the time in the world to learn about different things that you realized how empty your life had been in the Guild. It had been all you knew for the past twenty-odd years of your life. Life had been little more than learning the Code, physical training and all the emergency skills you would need. You’d held a gun before you held a pen for the first time.

With so much time now, you wondered what your life would have been like if you hadn’t been orphaned and taken in by the Guild. Maybe you would have become a writer, or a doctor.

Then again, everything came back to the fact that everyone lived in fear because of the vampires that roamed the night. Hardly anyone could be found on the streets at night, and even during the day, no one dared walk too close to the dark alleys where the vampires hid out. In a different life, one where you hadn’t had the benefit of extensive hand-to-hand combat training and a gun, you might not even have lived to adulthood.

With a sigh, you wrapped the throw around yourself more tightly as you frowned down at the book you were holding. Namjoon had recommended this, but somehow you weren’t in any mood to read, caught up in your maudlin thoughts.

The knock on the door provided a welcome distraction, and you shut the book as you called out, “It’s open.”

Hoseok stepped into your room, closing the door quietly behind him.

“Oh, you’re hungry again, aren’t you?” you said, thinking back to the last time he’d sought you out.

He nodded, and padded silently over to you. All of the vampires walked without making any sort of noise, and it had creeped you out a little at first, but you were getting used to it now.

The smell of blood, on the other hand, still made you nauseated. You usually held your breath for as long as possible while Hoseok was feeding, and he was considerate enough to close the wounds immediately after he was done. Still, this might never become your favourite activity.

That wasn’t an absolute no, though, because you had to admit to yourself as Hoseok came to sit next to you on the couch that the feeding was an almost erotic activity. The way he had to draw close, put his mouth on your neck… the line between prey and partner tended to blur in that instant.

It was ridiculous, you knew, and certainly a consequence of being touch-starved here at the manor. Back at the Guild, physical intimacy was just a way to scratch an itch, and hookups among the hunters were common. After all, none of you really expected to be able to get married, have kids, or any of that stuff – death in combat was the norm. Why not enjoy the time you had on this earth?

You swallowed as Hoseok sat down next to you, perched sideways on the couch. Putting your book aside, you turned to face him, trying your best to regulate your breathing and heart rate. It was all easier if you remained calm, you’d found out quickly.

Still, you couldn’t help but grit your teeth as your eyes followed his hand, reaching out to touch your neck. His skin was warm against yours, and he ran his thumb along the side of your throat, gently tracing his favoured spot.

As he leaned in, you tipped your head back to give him more room, your eyes focusing on the ceiling as your hands clenched into fists in your lap. This was normal for your feeding sessions, and initially it had been to stop yourself from pushing him away, but now you did it to hold yourself still so you didn’t do something asinine like pull him closer, which was guaranteed to make things awkward. After all, even though he was the only one bonded to you in this way, Hoseok was still by far the most aloof of the vampires.

He got close enough that you could feel his breath on your neck, and you sank your teeth into your lower lip to prevent any moaning, although you couldn’t quite stop the shaky breath you let out.

“I’m going to bite you now,” Hoseok murmured in a low voice, conscientiously warning you in the instant before it happened.

The subsequent feedings had been nothing like the first time, when he’d been almost savage in his hunger. He was gentle almost to a fault as he cradled the back of your neck to keep you from moving, carefully puncturing your skin with his teeth – and okay, this part did hurt a little, but no more than the blood donations you’d made every couple of weeks to the Guild infirmary – and then drinking. With how soft his lips were on your neck, you could almost forget what he was actually doing. You sank back into the couch cushions as he drank, feeling a little weak and dizzy… not that you hated it, the lightheadedness making you feel like you were floating, and it was only Hoseok, his body braced over yours, that was keeping you grounded.

When he was done and slid his tongue up your neck, over the puncture wounds, you couldn’t hold back the soft whimper, or the way your hands automatically flew to him, settling over his sides as your fingers curled into the fabric of the shirt he was wearing. It was like in that instant, instinct overruled all reason.

A second later, you realized what you’d done, and your cheeks burned as you yanked your hands away from him. He sat up and away from you, determinedly avoiding eye contact with you.

“Right, uh, I guess that’s that, then,” you said with forced cheer, trying to break the awkward silence that fell over the room.

“Yes, thank you,” Hoseok responded, standing up stiffly, his arms locked by his sides. He bowed perfunctorily then made his escape as quickly as possible.

Finally alone now, you let out a gusty sigh and tilted your head back to rest against the back of the couch, staring up at the ceiling without really taking anything in.

How horrifyingly humiliating, you thought, shutting your eyes tightly and cringing. How could you have exhibited such a stunning lack of control?

Still, even though you didn’t want to admit it, you felt the ghost of his touch even till now. His body under your hands had been warm and solid; his gentle touch on your neck made your skin tingle.

There was definitely something there that shouldn’t be present.

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It was like something clicked in your head that day, and for the first time, you realized that you were living with seven incredibly attractive men. It was terribly distracting too, especially since you were now spending more time in close proximity with them. Piano lessons with Yoongi, cooking with Jin, working out with Jungkook (it shouldn’t have surprised you that they had a full gym in the manor, but you’d been wowed by how comprehensive the equipment was anyway) – all these activities filled your nights with so much learning and joy that you’d never experienced at the Guild.

As the summer months stretched on, you took to sunbathing in the gardens sometimes during the day, after realizing that you were starting to get unhealthily pasty and were surely well on your way to a serious vitamin D deficiency. You were settling quite nicely into your life of leisure, you thought. Behind the manor gates, it was easy to pretend that none of the horrors happening right outside your little oasis were actually real. Instead, you occupied yourself with zoning out while watching Yoongi’s fingers dance across the keys of his grand piano, imagining all the nasty things his dexterous fingers could be doing to you instead, or watching Jungkook do deadlifts while shirtless.

One of your favourite things to do, however, was watch Jin cook in the kitchen. Not only did he make the tastiest food you’d ever tasted – not that you had much of a frame of reference – but watching him move around the kitchen, the muscles underneath his shirt rippling as he chopped vegetables or flipped the food in the pan, was strangely both soothing and arousing. It felt like domesticity, like home, like something you’d never even thought was within the realm of possibility for you when your life had been about killing as many vampires as possible before one got you too.

Would it really be okay, you wondered, leaning against the island in the kitchen as you watched Jin make something called mala stir fry, if you just embraced what was in front of you now? Put down the burden of protecting the people of Seoul from the vampires and just… what? Engaged in an orgy with all seven of them? Get passed around between them, one for every day of the week?

“I can hear your brain back there,” Jin said as he poured the mixture of spices into the wok. The smell of the Szechuan peppers immediately wafted up, and you sneezed a few times before sniffling.

“Can’t hear anything over the sound of me sneezing,” you bit back, and he laughed, impervious to the spice that was currently making your nose itch and your eyes water.

“Come try it,” he invited, scooping a piece of mushroom out of the wok and holding it out for you. You came to stand next to him, your hip leaning against the counter, and he held the spatula in front of your face.

“This is good,” you mumbled around the morsel of food, feeling your tongue and lips tingle and turn numb from the spice. You swallowed, then piped up again. “You know this is way too much food for one person though, right?” you asked, looking down at the food in the wok.

Jin followed your gaze back down then sighed, his shoulders slumping. “I keep forgetting,” he complained. “It’s so hard to cook for just one person.”

You laughed. “You’ve always been a vampire, haven’t you? How many people were you cooking for before?”

“Oh, tons,” he said, running his spatula through the wok. “Back in the day I had a restaurant, and people would line up ‘round the block to taste my food. It was the best,” he sighed wistfully.

“How come you stopped?” you asked, peering up at him as you held the tip of the spoon to your mouth, trying to get the last of the sauce. It really was addictive.

Immediately, Jin’s body language changed. His expression grew shuttered and his shoulders seemed to draw up closer to his ears, as if he was stressed. “A lot of things changed,” he muttered evasively.

Curious, you wanted to ask more questions, but he turned off the flame and started plating the stir fry. “Can you get the rice?” he asked, still facing the counter and not looking at you.

“All right.” You opened the rice cooker and scooped out the rice into a bowl, but you couldn’t forget about his mysterious words and the way his entire demeanor had changed. A vampire having a restaurant? That thought sounded too ludicrous to even imagine, but why would Jin lie to you?

Come to think of it, sometimes the boys would absently refer to a time “before” and drop references to a world that had been so different. Travelling, owning businesses, socializing with humans… what had changed? What was going on?

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You were still mulling over it a week later. Before, you’d have picked up your phone and texted Jennie about it, asking what she thought about the whole situation, but now you sensed that was no longer an option. Instead, you turned the problem over and over in your mind, trying to examine it from all angles.

It was hard, though. You didn’t have much practice solving puzzles beyond the most efficient way to dispatch an attacking vampire.

Still, your focus on Jin’s mysterious words from that night meant that you weren’t focusing on other things, like the fact that you’d had an apparently uncontrollable craving for chocolate ice cream two nights ago, or the slight tenderness of your chest.

Could anyone blame you? You’d been on birth control that suppressed your period for the past few years, to minimize the disruption to your training and hunting schedule. Nothing put a mark on your back like blood leaking out of your vagina in the middle of the street while you were trying to be stealthy, after all.

You were going to regret missing all the signs soon, though.

As you felt safer in the manor, you’d started arming yourself less when you left the room. First the knives in your boots went, then the rifle on your back, and the various guns you’d kept in your coat and strapped to your thighs, one by one. Now you only kept a small revolver on you, more out of habit than anything else. Old habits died hard, after all, and you hadn’t been without a weapon since you were a child.

Dinner – or maybe breakfast? – with all of the boys (sans Hoseok, who usually ate… separately) was an almost nightly affair, and you’d come to enjoy the experience. Maybe it was something that the families from the books you’d read shared, you always thought, and the thought of doing something so normal made the lost little girl inside you happy.

This evening, you were dressed in your usual ensemble of a black T-shirt and black skinny jeans, and as you strapped your hip holster on, you thought absently that maybe you should get some new clothes. Now that everything in your closet didn’t have to be so functional, you could get some cute, pretty outfits, maybe something colourful…

With a small smile at your reflection, you turned and walked out of your room.

The boys were already gathered in the dining room when you got there, and you smiled at them as you walked over to your seat. You’d been smiling more recently, Jimin noted, the tension in your shoulders loosening gradually as you became more comfortable around them.

As elated as he was by the thought, he wondered darkly how quickly you would run if you found out that every single one of them could hear your heart beating in your chest, the quiet sound of the blood rushing through your veins, coming so tantalizingly close to the surface of your skin in your neck, your wrists…

Still, he managed to keep the hunger from darkening his gaze as it followed you to your seat. He wasn’t the worst off of his brothers, and he looked over, concerned, at Jungkook. The youngest was the one having the most trouble, and everyone was concerned about him, but he seemed to be holding it together fine for now.

“Hi everyone,” you chirped as you pulled your chair out. Right before you sat down, though, a little glob of blood slid out of you, soaking into your panties. You didn’t notice at first, but the others sure did.

Jungkook, the worst off, immediately turned his head towards you, his nostrils flaring as he stared you down like a predator. Startled by the sudden movement, you looked over at him, your hands still braced on the table as you prepared to sit. “Jungkook-ssi, what’s wrong?” you asked, your brow furrowing in concern. He didn’t look so good, with his clenched jaw and wide eyes.

“Fuck,” he snarled as he launched himself across the table at you. Startled yells sounded from around the table as the others realized what was happening, but none of them were close enough to stop him immediately.

In a flash, you’d scrambled away, knocking the chair over in the process. “Jungkook, stop!” you screamed, abruptly terrified. He always seemed so harmless and lovable despite his hulking size, with his big doe-like eyes and wide grins, but now you saw the apex predator that he was.

He didn’t even blink in response, and your gun was in your hand in the next second. When the appearance of your weapon didn’t even slow him down, you fired a warning shot into his shoulder, unable to bring yourself to go for a fatal shot immediately.

He paused slightly, a pained snarl crossing his face as his opposite hand came up to cradle his injured shoulder. Then he readjusted, his gaze focusing on you once again with laser-sharp intent.

“Stop,” you said, your trembling hand moving the gun up. The next shot would hit him between his eyes. You could feel your heart pounding in your ears, the adrenaline coursing through your veins as the years of training that you’d thought were becoming obsolete in your new life roared back. The instinct to squeeze your fingers and end it warred with your memories of Jungkook, acting like a cute, innocent boy, so human, so like someone you had to protect. He was almost on top of you when you finally pulled the trigger, closing your eyes tight.

There was a loud thud, and then a moment of silence. You opened your eyes, lowering your arm to your side, your revolver dangling loosely from your lax grip. You expected to see Jungkook – or what was left of him, anyway – lying on the floor in front of you, his head exploded and a huge mess on the carpet.

Instead, you saw him on the ground, struggling against his brothers who were holding him down, still snarling and snapping at you.

“Y/n-ie, are you okay?” Taehyung, who was still standing next to you, reached out to touch your shoulder, but you flinched away from him, looking pale.

“Oh, God,” you breathed shakily, dropping the gun on the floor. It hit the carpet with a soft thud. “Holy fuck.”

Jin stood up, releasing Jungkook’s torso, and disentangled himself from his brothers, getting to his feet in front of you. He was the one who’d tackled Jungkook, you noted numbly. You could tell from his earlier position. “Y/n, you look pale,” he said, ducking down slightly to look more carefully at you.

You took a step back, putting some distance between the two of you. Then, without a word, you fled the dining room, sprinting back to your room and slamming the door shut behind you.

It was only when the door was shut, bolted, and barricaded with a chair that you felt safe, sinking onto the floor. Injeolmi meowed at you as he padded over, and you patted him absently.

You’d made the mistake of letting your guard down around them, and it had almost cost you your life.

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Spring/Summer/Fall 2013 - The End(?)

Click here for an appropriately sad Swiftgron breakup playlist.

I don’t know if it’s important or not but Dianna wishes several friends a late happy birthday on twitter, apologizing for missing the actual day through this spring and summer. It seems like maybe she’s going through something (like a bad break up?) because it’s not like her to miss friends’ birthdays.

March 26, 2013 - Maybe a relevant tweet?

April 7, 2013 - Dianna tweets a photo of James Dean in a day dream like setting:

April 16, 2013 - The article that outed them:

Someone made a fake article that said Swiftgron was dating:

Dianna tweets seven times that day which is a bit much for her.

The hashtag here stands out to me:

The fake article goes viral and all week people are tweeting about the possibility that Dianna and Taylor are dating.

April 23, 2012

It seems to culminate on this day. Many people are buzzing about Swiftgron and this actress tweets:

That’s right at midnight.

About 12 hours later Dianna deletes her public Tumblr:

On that same day Dianna reblogs several things on her private Tumblr. These two stand out to me:

She reblogged both of these posts and the only hashtag they had in common was “#lost love” - she was searching that hashtag.

I think it’s very clear that today is the day Swiftgron 2.0 broke up. I believe they were forced to by their management teams due to being outed.

April 24, 2013 - Taylor seems regretful/stressed out she screenshots her text to Austin and posts:

I think Dianna’s obviously upset about this and as an act of defiance she tweets at Taylor a few days later (Taylor does not respond.)

April 29, 2013

Instead Taylor posts on Dianna’s Birthday (April 30) a silly google search (very DIanna in nature tbh) with a play on the lyrics from 22:

Taylor had the week of Dianna’s 27th birthday off of the Red tour (it was scheduled like that) but as far as we know they did not hang out.

May 4, 2013 - Ours

At her first show since their supposed break-up, Taylor performs Ours as a surprise song. She introduces it by saying: “This is a song about how, when you fall in love everybody starts to give you their opinion. I imagine it could be really hard to make a relationship last, I wouldn’t know. But, given that everyone is giving you their own opinion about it, I think that the only opinion you should really listen to is yours and if you love that person, that should be all that matters.”

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Dianna dyes her hair brown and goes to Morocco a week later with Ashley (”You searched the world for something else, To make you feel like what we had”) from about May 11 - May 14 or 15. While there she attends the A Small World relaunch. ASW could be viewed as a bit “sketchy” if you will. I think this is where she befriends Olivia Wilde.

This is Dianna’s first (known) trip to Morocco (Derek Blasberg is there too) but she seems to be drawn there over and over again after this, even marrying Winston Marshall there (and possibly meeting another boyfriend, Gus Wenner there.)

May 19, 2013 - Billboard Music Awards in Las Vegas

Taylor wins 8 awards and says this during her acceptance speech:

This and the performance of Ours makes me think Taylor is bitter about a break up right now, even though publicly she broke up with Harry back in January.

This is also the event where Taylor is famously grossed out by Justin and Selena’s hetero nonsense and does this:

It seems like as always, Taylor has a lot going on right now...some kind of drama with Justin is boiling but it’s possible she’s also referencing her breakup with Dianna in her acceptance speech.

Dianna pops back up in NYC.

May 20, 2013 - WLW icon Kristen Stewart apparently spends the night at Taylors?

May 28, 2013 - Taylor plays Haunted on the Red Tour and gives a speech:

"This is a song that I haven't played on this tour so far. It came up when one of my friends tweeted the lyrics to it today and it reminded me that I haven't played this song in about two years. It has to do with the fact that, you know people talk about ghosts all the time. You just kind of imagine it being this supernatural thing, but there's another kind of ghost and it's just a person who is out there walking in the world or just doesn't love you anymore and that's a whole different kind of being haunted." Seems like she’s really going through it.

July 2, 2013 - Anniversary of Hyannis Port trip and interesting private Tumblr post from Dianna:

Bad things happen this summer. Cory Monteith passes away and Taylor is assaulted at a meet and greet by a DJ.

July 2013 - Dianna buys a house in LA (I Wish You Would)

August 2013 - Dianna’s whosirmesir moniker gets outed and she stops blogging under that tumblr account.

August 14, 2013 - Taylor is in a weird place according to the Lover diaries:

1. she seems to have basically written The Lakes here

2. she’s really harping on themes she ends up addressing in I Know Places, Out of the Woods, and Wonderland

August 29, 2013 - Dianna steps out with restaurateur Nick Mathers.

Not sure what to make of this one. Dianna seems to date two types of men: 1. teeny bopper actors for bearding and pr purposes (it generally seems) and 2. rich businessmen. Nick is type 2, but their relationship is reported on as if it’s PR. “Sources” call up gossip sites to fill them in on the relationship and both their projects get plugged along with announcements on them as a couple:

I don’t know if they were more or less legit but she goes out with Taylor five days later...

September 4, 2013 - The Fun! Concert:

Swiftgron’s last pre-Kaylor public sighting - they go to a Fun! concert in LA

It’s just a split instant of video footage but Sarah Hyland uploads this to Vine and it does not look like Dianna is enjoying herself:

Note: It kind of looks like DIanna has her arm around Taylor’s waist and also the person to the right of Taylor is Selby Drummond who is still friends with DIanna as of writing of this masterpost (December 2020) and who still appears to be a fan of Taylor’s.

Dianna does look miserable but I do think it’s interesting they seem to be making an effort to hang out on the two year anniversary of their public (perhaps private as well) first meeting.

Dianna tweets about the concert the next day:

September 6, 2013 - Taylor plays Speak Now as the surprise song on the Red tour. Interesting given the timing of Dianna and her new boyfriend being public just one week before this.

September 8, 2013 - Taylor plays Sad, Beautiful Tragic for the first time ever live and gives this speech:

"I kind of feel like playing a song I've never ever played live before. This is um a song that I wrote about how you know just because something's over doesn't mean it wasn't incredibly beautiful. Cause another lesson I've learned is not all stories have a happy ending and you have to learn how to deal with that. So this is a song about a story that didn't end so happily but was still supposed to happen. This is called Sad, Beautiful, Tragic."

I don’t think this song was originally written about Dianna but I do think at this time while they stumble through the last phase of their relationship Taylor was inspired to sing it.

October 2013 - Taylor writes I Wish You Would, a song inspired by an ex who had recently bought a house near her driving past her house. It’s thought to be about Harry but Harry didn’t buy a house in LA until March 2014. But of course we know Dianna did buy a house near Taylor’s in LA earlier this fall.

November 11, 2013 - The music video for “She’s Just Another Girl” premiers starring Dianna looking stunning in high fashion drag, dressed up as the lead singer, and lip syncing the words to the song:

Some lyrics to the song include:

All of my friends say I should move on She's just another girl, don't let her stick it to your heart so hard And all of my friends say it wasn't meant to be And it's a great big world, she's just another girl

I could be reeling them in left and right Something's got a hold on me, tonight Well maybe all of my friends should confront The fact that I don't want another girl

I think it’s at least possible that Dianna was drawn to this project because the lyrics resonated to her given what she was going through with Taylor at the time.

November 12, 2013 - Day of Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show rehearsals and Dianna posts this (now deleted) picture:

November 13, 2013 - Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show where Taylor performs and Karlie Kloss walks the runway.

Dianna posts this picture (now deleted) of her at Emma Stone’s birthday party from 11 months previous:

It’s likely she’s looking at Taylor in this photo who was seated across from her.

It’s a very random picture to post. It wasn’t titled as a throwback and it wasn’t an exact year after the picture was taken (prompting some kind of happy birthday shout out to Emma Stone or anything) - just a random picture of Dianna smiling, likely at Taylor.

November 17, 2013 - Dianna posts a (now deleted) photo about missing someone:

November 21, 2013 - Taylor posts lyrics from a hopeful love song about a troubled relationship:

Lyrics:

December 9, 2013 - Dianna listens to Pale Blue Eyes

Lyrics are about being emo over a lost love with Blue Eyes:

Sometimes I feel so happy Sometimes I feel so sad Sometimes I feel so happy But mostly you just make me mad Baby, you just make me madLinger on your pale blue eyes Linger on your pale blue eyes

Thought of you as my mountaintop Thought of you as my peak Thought of you as everything I've had, but couldn't keep I've had, but couldn't keep

Linger on your pale blue eyes Linger on your pale blue eyes

If I could make the world as pure And strange as what I see I'd put you in the mirror I put in front of me I put in front of meLinger on your pale blue eyes Linger on your pale blue eyes

Skip a life completely Stuff it in a cup She said, "Money is like us in time It lies, but can't stand up" Down for you is upLinger on your pale blue eyes Linger on your pale blue eyesIt was good what we did yesterday And I'd do it once again The fact that you are married Only proves you're my best friend But it's truly, truly a sinLinger on your pale blue eyes Linger on your pale blue eyes

December 11, 2013 - You know the drill...Dianna posts a now deleted photo to Instagram:

December 13, 2013 - Dianna posts an attention grabbing photo on Taylor’s Birthday

Conclusions - Swiftgron very clearly goes through a rough breakup due to being outed.

Then they attempt some sort of reconciliation - even hanging out (date night?) on the second anniversary of their Fairfax Flea Market meetcute, but it goes wrong.

Taylor is on tour for much of this time and Dianna is posting angst ridden and peculiar Instagram posts exactly at the time Taylor meets Karlie.

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fresh eyes [jamie]

Jamie x fem reader

Requested: In a non-creepy ghost verse, reader goes to like visit Dani in England bc she wants to confront her for running away from Eddie’s death, and then basically she meets Jamie, then Dani and the whole house scheme them to get together.

For my friend @everything-im-a-fan-of, she came up with this request and I hope you enjoy it! Also go check out her blog, it’s amazing!

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Ring, ring, ring, ring

You hear the rings coming from the other line of the phone as you’re trying yet again to contact your best friend Dani. Dani and you met when she met your brother Eddie. People would call you ‘The Three Musketeers’, that’s how inseparable you guys were. Before Eddie even proposed you already knew that you and Dani were gonna be best friends and sisters for life.

When your brother proposed and Dani accepted it, you could tell her heart wasn’t in it. Maybe it was at first, but as the rehearsal dinners and the wedding planning were getting more and more serious, the more distant she became. Even though you were happy for your brother, you also knew that this whole proposal wasn’t good for either of them in the long run. Dani would have a nervous breakdown and Eddie would end up heartbroken.

So one day you went on a lunch date with Dani and told her that he needs to tell him the truth, for both of their sakes. She did and later that night he died. Dani had become distant from you ever since, you knew what she was thinking that all of this was her fault and she had that guilt build up for a long time. And you tried to be there for her as much as possible, but one day she took off to England on an ‘impromptu’ trip, that was months ago. You just want your best friend back and to make sure she’s okay.

“Hello?” an unfamiliar voice asked from the other line.

“Hi! My name is Y/N O’Mara! I’m looking to see if Dani is available.” you respond and you can hear rustling coming from the other line.

“Hey Y/N,” you heard Dani respond, this is the first time hearing her voice in months.

“Hey stranger! I have a little surprise for you!” you say excitedly.

“Oh what is it?” she asks curiously and you can hear a small smile form on her face.

“I’m coming to visit and see your new home that is Bly Manor! I’ve missed my best friend and I thought about needing to get away for awhile. If you don’t mind of course, I’d just really need to get away.” you say and you sigh softly waiting for her response.

“Of course that’s okay Y/N. I’m sorry I’ve been so distant and away, I promise I’ll make it up to you once you get here and I’ll explain everything!” she responds and you nod smiling over the phone.

“Deal! I’ll see you in a couple days!”

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Arriving in London was a sight to see, but you couldn’t stay in the big city for too long. Right when you arrived you were greeted by a sweet man with a cool mustache and glasses.

“Hi, are you Y/N O’Mara?” he asks and you nod, “Amazing! Nice to meet you, I’m Owen. I will be taking you to Bly Manor. I work with Dani.”

I shake his hand and he smiles back, “It’s nice to meet you too! I hope my best friend hasn’t caused you guys too much trouble!” you say as he puts my luggage in the back.

“Surprisingly not for an American, but we’re still waiting for the other foot to drop,” he jokes and you laugh, “But in all seriousness she has been lovely and actually keeps the kids in check.”

“Good!” I reply, “If she ever causes too much trouble, give me a call and I will sort her out for you.” now it was his turn to laugh as he starts the car and makes the drive to the manor.

You guys partake in small talk and get to know each other. You come to learn the Owen loves puns and he will do anything to keep the puns going. He’s like a dad with just dad jokes stuffed up his sleeves.

After about an hour ride you guys finally arrive in Bly. Owen helps you out of the car while unloading your bags. You’re about to make your way inside the house when you hear snickers coming from behind the two of you.

“Owen, how many times do we have to tell you not to bring girls back to the manor to impress them? Henry always finds out and he always gets mad at us!” the voice says jokingly.

Owen laughs and you both turn around to see a beautiful girl with curly brown hair, she had a pair of gloves crumpled into a ball in one hand, and shears in the other. Her eyes met yours and she sent you a small smirk.

“Jamie, this Y/N O’Mara, Dani’s friend,” Owen introduces the two of us, “Y/N this is Jamie, she’s our gardener.”

You extend your hand out and she takes it softly, “A pleasure to meet you.” you say and she just nods.

“These plants aren’t gonna cut themselves. It was nice meeting you Y/N, Poppins is gonna be glad you’re here.” Jamie responds before walking away towards the bushes.

“A hard one to crack, don’t take it too personally.” Owen responds as we enter the house and you carry your luggage inside following suit, “Dani might be upstairs in the classroom, I can take you their if you’d like.”

“No I can do it.” another unfamiliar voice says to reveal another women, “Hi I’m Hannah, Dani has not stopped talking about you since you called a couple days ago. It feels like we already know you!” she says and you laugh.

“Well that’s Dani for you!” you reply and the two laugh, “But yes thank you that will be lovely.”

You follow Hannah up the stairs as she makes small talk with you. Until you finally reach the classroom and she knocks on the door interrupting Dani’s small lesson on poetry.

“Dani, you have a visitor.” Hannah says with a smile and Dani squeals before hopping off the desk and running towards you.

“Y/N!” she yells engulfing you in a hug.

“Dani!” you yell back as you wrap the arms around the girl.

She looked different, but not in a bad way. In a good way. Her eyes looked a little brighter and her whole vibe just seemed to be way more positive. You couldn’t be happier that she found peace within herself and you wish she would’ve taken you along. Because while she ran away from her problems, you were still stuck with the gloominess that your family brings everyday.

“I’d like you to meet these two,” she says releasing you from the hug as she gestures to the two children sitting at the desks, “Flora and Miles this is my best friend Y/N.”

You give them small waves as they smile politely waving back at them, “It’s a pleasure to meet you guys!”

“And you!” they say in unison.

“You two most have so much to catch up on. I will watch the kids for the rest of the day so you guys can catch up.” Hannah says and Dani’s about object before Hannah cuts her off, “It’s no worries Dani really. Enjoy your day off. I will see you guys in the kitchen later so we can help Owen cook.” she sends a small smile as Dani thanks her.

Dani leads you to her room as she closes the door softly, “I just want to apologize. I know running off wasn’t the answer and leaving you behind it killed me. It physically killed me, but I just needed to get out of there Y/N. The guilt ate me alive and I know I should’ve talked to you, but it was your brother. He died because I didn’t want to marry him.” she says and you let out a small sigh.

“I should be angry at you, but I’m not for running off. You are just as important to me as Eddie. And I know you were struggling with his death and I completely understand needing to get away. I’m not mad about running. I’m mad about you ignoring me.” you reply, “You’re my best friend and pretty much a sister to me and the fact that you felt like you couldn’t talk to me really hurt.”

She sits down next to you and lets out another sigh, “I know I’m sorry. I just didn't know how to face you. I couldn’t face you. I was so scared and I didn't know if you’d be mad at me for killing him.” her voice cracks and you immediately shake your head.

“No, no, Dani. You did not kill Eddie you know that. He was just at the wrong place at the wrong time. I don’t blame you for any of that.” you say and immediately pull her into a hug.

You rub her back lightly letting her let it all out. When her sniffles finally stop she looks at you with sad eyes.

“I’ve missed you.” she says and you smile back at her.

“i’ve missed you too.” you reply sending her a small smile, “So on a much lighter note, what’s the deal with the gardener?” you ask intrigued.

She sends you a small smirk, “Jamie? She’s a tough shell to crack, has a big ol’ ‘I don’t care about people’ front, but in reality she’s a little softie. Why? Do you think she’s cute?”

“Maybe I do.” you reply matching her smirk.

“Well we got two weeks to make her fall in love with you.” she shoots back and you release a laugh pushing her softly.

“Yeah, like we’re gonna do long distance.” you respond shaking you head.

The rest of the day goes about like that. Her endless teasing along with just catching up on everything we’ve missed the past few months. Now you guys were standing in the kitchen along with Owen and Hannah as the kids played outside.

Jamie came walking in and bee-lined straight for the fridge, “Do we not have any food?”

“We’re making it right now,” Hannah replies and she groans before grabbing the cookie tin from the cabinet and eating one as she leaned against the counter.

“Are you staying for dinner Jamie?” Dani asks and Jamie nods, “Yes it’s gonna be like a family dinner! I’ll make tea and coffee for Y/N!”

“No!” everyone including you shout in unison and she looks a little taken aback.

“Wait Poppins made you bad coffee once?” Jamie asks and you nod.

“Only every morning before school when we went to high school together.” you respond laughing softly.

“Why didn’t you just not accept it after the first one?” Owen asks looking intrigued in your story.

“Because my parents gave her a ride to school everyday and when we got to the 10th grade I could drive and she couldn’t. So I took her to school everyday and brought her home, so as a way to thank me she made me coffee. I couldn’t deny it. By the time graduation came I got used to the taste.” you tell one of your favorite stories about Dani as she just stands there sheepishly.

Everyone lets out a laugh while Hannah goes over to make everyone a tea and you a coffee.

“Any more stories about Poppins?” Jamie asks looking at you with that same smirk she showed you when you first met.

“Hmm...where do I even begin?” you ponder jokingly and Dani shoves you lightly.

“I’ve got some good stories about Y/N! If you want to hear those Jamie.” Dani says suggestively and Jamie smiles.

“Oh I would actually love to!” Jamie says and you scoff, your mouth hanging wide open.

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The next week continued like that, slight flirting with Jamie that kept getting more and more obvious to everyone around you. But none of you acted on it, why? Because both of you knew that you’re going to leave soon and why start something if it’s not going to last.

However, to everyone around you it was frustrating! They all see the tension and how happy you guys make each other, but none of you want to do anything about it for something completely out of your control.

You and Jamie were hanging out in the garden as she was teaching you how to pull the flowers out safely. Owen, Dani, and Hannah were sitting on the side sipping on some lemonade. The children were in the city with their Uncle Henry for the next week so it was nice little break.

You let out a loud laugh as Jamie tickled your sides for teasing her.

“God, can’t they just get together already?” Dani asks and Owen and Hannah murmur in agreement.

“Jamie has worked here for as long as I can remember and this is the first time I’ve seen her actually happy.” Hannah says and smiles at the two girls.

Dani lets out a sigh before sipping her lemonade, “I haven’t seen her this happy since her brother died.”

“Maybe we should do something. It’d be sad to let Y/N leave and they aren’t able to act on them because of their fear.” Owen chimes in.

“What did you have in mind?” Dani asks eyeing him curiously.

“I have just the idea!”

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You made your way down the stairs to dinner after showering up and dressing into something more nice. Dani said that since the kids are gone we’re gonna have a themed dinner party. And by party she meant the small family you guys have created in the week you were there: Owen, Hannah, Dani, Jamie, and you.

When you got downstairs the dining area was lit with candles as a beautiful bouquet of flowers sat at the middle. The table already set with plates and forks. Jamie was the next one who came down and at the sight of her your mouth dropped.

She was drop dead gorgeous and you couldn’t help, but stare at the beauty she is.

“Close your mouth darling, you’re gonna catch flies.” she says tapping your chin lightly as she walks by.

“I’m sorry, you just you look gorgeous.” you whisper still staring at her in awe and she smiles softly at you. In the candlelit room you see a faint blush on her cheeks, “Oh I’m sorry! Where are my manners?” you ask getting up from your seat and pulling out the one directly across from you.

She sits down gracefully as you catch a wiff of her scent. She smelled of fresh flowers and somehow woodsy at the same time. Whatever she smelled like you were intoxicated by it.

“Where is the rest of them?” she asks and I shrug.

“I expected to see everyone else by now, but they haven’t come down yet...” your gaze drifts at the small movement of someone walking in behind Jamie.

“Y/N? What are you-oh my god...” Jamie replies.

Dani walks into the room wearing a waitress uniform while Hannah comes in wearing a sophisticated coat and tail with a violin in hand.

“What is going on?” you look at the two girls and they just smirk while Jamie looked just as confused as you were.

“Good evening Ms. Y/N and Ms. Jamie. Me and our staff are so very happy you lovely ladies chose us as your dinner reservation for your first date.” Dani says in her super bad, yet super cute British accent.

Jamie and you look at each other, both eyes wide as you guys realize what’s going on. All three of them literally went out of their way to force into a date.

“Tonight our renowned chef Owen has cooked you guys up a three course meal. All of these recipes he created all on his own with the help of his handy dandy Jamie Oliver cookbook. Now can I interest you ladies into anything to drink?” she asks and you look at each other and laugh.

“Um Y/L/N, would you like anything particular?” Jamie asks you and you smile before shaking your head, “Alright can we have a bottle of your aged pinot noir?”

Dani nods before leaving the dining area to go grab the wine. The smell of Owen’s cooking automatically makes your stomach rumble in anticipation as the scent makes its way into the room. Hannah begins to play the violin softly in the background.

You and Jamie take a look at each other before bursting out laughing. Both in shock and awe at how far your friends went to get you guys on this date, “Did you know about this?” you ask her and she shakes her head.

“No not at all, but I really wish I thought of it.” she replies smiling softly and you’re about to reply when Dani comes back into the room.

“Your bottle m’ladies,” Dani says placing the two wine glasses down in front of you.

She pops open the cork before pouring you both an even amount before smiling softly. Owen comes into the room with two plates in hand. He’s wearing a big white chef hat with a full on chef’s outfit.

“Hello lovebirds, for your first course you have one of my personal favorite starters Spanish-style prawns with fennel,” he says placing both plates down in front of us, “I hope you enjoy.” him and Dani bow before making their way back to the kitchen.

The prawns sat a top a beautiful tomato sauce with sprinkles of fennel and parsley mixed throughout all of it. As lemons and bread garnished the rest of the plate. The smell was absolutely amazing.

You pick up your glass of wine and raise it to her, “To the best friends that we could ask for. This date would have never happened without their help. And to us, whatever this is.” she smiles at you before clinking together your two glasses.

You both take a bite of your food and it’s literally heaven on Earth. You both let out a small little groan at how unbelievably good this is. After you guys finished eating you both turned and started to have a nice conversation.

“So what was your first impression of me?” you ask her and she smiles to herself softly before replying.

“I thought damn we have another hot American on our hands.” she says and you both release a laugh, “Us first meeting was very short, but I felt like I got a good grasp on how you were, but there was still some mystery there that I wasn’t quite sure of. I was intrigued. And yours?”

“I thought ‘damn does every girl in London look like her because if so, when can I move??’” she shakes her head as you both laugh again, “But no I found your sense of humor right up my alley and I guess I was also intrigued. You put up such a cold front, it didn’t seem like you quite liked me.”

“Oh I liked you...way more than I’d like to admit.” she whispers and you smile.

Owen and Dani come back with a bowl in their hands, “Now we have your second course of Irish stew. It is sliced lamb chops with finely chopped onions, carrots, and potatoes. Enjoy.” Owen says before hurrying back to the kitchen.

Dani smiles at the two of us, “More wine ladies?”

“Yes please.” you respond shaking your head at your best friend.

She poured out both our glasses before wiggling her eyebrows, smiling giddily.

“Y/N you have a wine mustache!” Dani whisper yells before taking your napkin and wiping it away like your mom would usually do.

You smack her hand lightly, “Dani!” Jamie lets out a hearty laugh before Dani runs back into the kitchen with Owen.

Hannah took a small little wine break from playing the violin. She smiles at the two of you with a small smirk on her face. We continue to eat the delicious food that Owen made while having small conversations in between each bite.

You both finish your food and continue a game of 20 questions.

“Hmm, why do you think you’re here?” Jamie asks as the 19th question.

“Here as in London or here as in life in general?” you ask and she laughs softly.

“Life in general.” she confirms and you nod.

“That’s deep,” you say laughing softly, “But um I guess I’m here to make people happy. Anything I can do I do to make the people care about happy and safe.”

“Am I one of those people?” she asks and you smile at her.

“Is that your last question?” you ask raising your eyebrow and she nods, “Yes you are. You know besides Dani because she doesn’t count since she’s like a sister to me. You’re definitely on top. I’ve grown to really like being around you and who you are. My head is telling me that you’re a bad idea, but I think my heart knows that I really like you.” you say and you take her hand in yours.

“What’s your last question?” she whispers back to you, her eyes never leaving yours.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” you whisper and her small smile widens.

“I think I could manage that.” she says her smile reaching from ear to ear.

You get up from your seat and she does the same. She takes your face in her hands before pressing her lips against yours. Her lips are just as soft as you imagine. No matter how many times you’ve dreamt or fantasized about this, you finally get the chance, and it’s so much better than in your dreams.

Both of you pull apart at the sound of someone clearing their throat. You see Owen, Dani, and Hannah standing there with wide smiles on their faces.

“Finally!” Hannah yells, “Do you know how much tension was in this room?! I was just sitting here playing the violin awkwardly!”

We all laugh and Jamie presses a small kiss to your cheek. Owen held a cake in his hands as he placed it on the table.

“Your last meal a strawberry and cream sponge cake!” he says and you laugh at him.

“Sit down and eat with us!” you suggest and they all look at each other before Dani says.

“Don’t have to ask me twice!” she cuts herself a slice and sits down at where Jamie’s spot once was.

You all sit down with each other. Jamie on your right side as she kept a hold of your hand at all times. All of you sat there enjoying the rest of the night laughing and smiling. Jamie leans in close and gives you a small peck.

#jamie #jamie the gardener #jamie the haunting of bly manor #jamie imagine #jamie x reader #the haunting of bly manor #the haunting series

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black-streak · 6 years ago

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Waiting for the Worms - Empty Spaces

Part 2

Please heed warnings of part 1. Added warning of suicidal tendencies. If Anything about suicide makes you triggered, don't continue reading this particular story. Please be mindful of yourself. This WILL get worse.

Tag list of known masochists (I'm playing, you guys are amazing):

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Coming to in Marinette's body was jarring to say the least. Moments earlier, pain was all he could register and now he was leaning back on a bench in the back of a classroom.

Leaning forward and hiding his face in his arms, he focused in on the tug in the back of his mind, trying to bring it forward. To force the switch back, only to be met with harsh resistance.

"Dammit Mari, don't do this. Let me back!" He whispered under his breath, panic starting to lurch to the forefront. He started to shake all over, the longer the connection lasted and the longer she resisted.

"Marinette, please stop, please? You can't keep doing this," he murmured, slowly rocking back and forth, pushing with all he had at the bond.

"God, how pathetic can she get? Faking a breakdown for attention," a voice from the front spoke, pitched just right to be intentionally heard by him.

"Why don't you mind your own damn business," a haughty voice exclaimed from his left, before a body drew closer, arm wrapping around his shoulder. He held back a flinch, trying to tune into her normal reliance on others for comfort, instead leaning into the body, vaguely recognizing it as Chloe.

The resistance dropped and finally the tug calmed down. He still couldn't switch back, but she wasn't fighting him anymore either. He let out a sigh as the shaking calmed down. Bruce must've found her. She was safe, but likely exhausted and unable to switch back. As much as he hated her taking the pain for him, all he could do now was wait for the bond to pull again and leave a letter detailing exactly what he thought of her little stunt here.

This time Jason did flinch. He felt the first few blows Joker landed, he could only imagine how much pain she must be in now.

"You okay there, marzipan?"

That was a new one. Glancing up into worried baby blues, he gave one soft nod and slumped into her side, paying attention to the lesson. Mari would be upset if he let her fall behind in her studies while she was gone.

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It had been four days since then and Jason couldn't help feeling like something was horribly wrong. It wasn't the first time they switched for an extended period of time, by any means, but his gut told him this time was different.

Sure she had claimed his body for well over four days before to wait out an injury or get more extensive training with Bruce before and he had held her body hostage for over a week once when she was in the hospital with pneumonia, but normally a tug or two would tell him that one of them was holding out on the swap.

This time, nothing came. His mind was achingly devoid of her and as the days passed, he feared he might end up here longer than planned. It would make sense. Multiple broken bones, blunt force trauma, and the sheer force of their swap could easily have overwhelmed his body and dropped it into a state of unconsciousness.

He took to her computer, trying any combination of words related to the accident to see if anything had been reported only to come up empty handed.

That couldn't be right, if she were in the hospital, if his body was properly reported as a Joker victim, the report would be made public, even if the identity was kept under wraps for being an unknown minor. Anything to indicate someone was caught up in the accident. Surely Bruce wasn't relying solely on Alfred to patch them back up?

It wasn't until a week after the incident that he received his answer, buried in a tiny little notice in the back of a Tuesday local newspaper. Like an afterthought. Amongst the obituaries. A tiny note that the late Jason Peter Todd had died.

His soulmate died in his body and didn't even make it into the citywide Sunday paper. Just a local midweeker with barely more than two sentences.

Disbelief struck first.

This couldn't be real, right? Soulmates weren't able to just. Die in the other's place. That wasn't a thing. It was his body, if anything, he would have immediately been evicted the second his body died and moved on while she returned to hers. So how the fuck was he still here?

Next came anger.

How dare Marinette die in his place. How dare she end her life for his mistakes! And by the Joker! The fucking Joker deserved to die for torturing and killing his sweet little soulmate. He deserved a life worse than death. To be strung up and peeled apart inch by inch until he begged for death. And Batman... How dare he not make it in time to save her. It'd be okay if it were him, but not her! She didn't deserve this. Mari had her own life, her own desires and dreams, her own villain to hunt down, and that was torn away from her because Batman let them down. But even worse, Bruce barely cared enough to be open about his death. To mourn the loss of her like he did, even if the man didn't know it was an innocent in that body and not him. And even if it had been, it hurt knowing that he alone wasn't worth more than a barely there acknowledgment that he was once alive in an unseen back page.

Last came devastating grief.

She was gone. Marinette, the girl who never even really met him, cared so much for him, she sacrificed her own life for his. Forced him to stay in her body and took his as her own to the grave so he could live as her. With her loving parents and colorful room and warm heart. She gave him everything and wanted nothing in return. Slept on the streets for him at times, took brutal fights on as Robin so he could have a reprieve, skipped meals so he could taste something he'd never had before that her parents made that night. Learned English from an early age so they could talk and he wouldn't be alone in the world. And now that one of them had died, she ensured that he would be left in the best environment she could provide him, even if it had become rougher around the edges from when they were younger. And now she was gone. Dead. Never to return. And as he turned towards the mirror and looked into her beautiful, glowing blue eyes, he saw the tears trail down her face before he collapsed into himself, cursing anything and everything in the universe for allowing such a cruel fate.

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For the next month, he moved through life like a zombie. As much as he hated her classmates for treating her the way they had, he couldn't help but feel grateful that no one wanted anything to do with him. They still muttered under their breath and glared and purposefully manipulated situations against him, but no one tried to ask what was wrong.

Everyone but Chloe and Juleka avoided him like the plague, which felt accurate in a sense. He didn't have to fake a smile or pretend to be okay like he had when the class still loved her. He could sulk and cry and grieve and it went unquestioned. The others hated him and the two girls, while worried, knew that sometimes she needed the reprieve of just letting her negativity go unchecked for a little while to make up for bottling so much of it all the time, so they let it go as well. The teacher barely glanced his direction. If it weren't so beneficial to him at the moment, Jason would be pissed at the obvious neglect his soulmate had endured at the hands of this lot. As it stood, he just cried a little harder at night in his grief, Tikki curled to his neck with tears of her own.

The two quickly bonded over their mutual loss and the inability to talk about it to anyone else. Despite the stress of it, Jason refused to let anyone else know that Marinette had died. Her parents didn't need to suffer her death while looking at her living, breathing body, knowing she wasn't in it. That it was his fault she had died in the first place. And he couldn't even imagine having to tell them how she died.

So he resolved himself to live in her stead. To live as she would for the sake of her loved ones and in her honor. He had enough practice in the past to pull it off. It helped that they had both learned to suppress their emotions to the point of nonexistent in the light of facing Hawkmoth.

That was another thing entirely, though. While he resolved to fake a smile and play the happy designer in her civilian life, Ladybug took a turn from that day forward. He warned the cat off him, not playing into the teasing and banter, becoming stoic and professional. And when the kid got too brash, too pushy, too unreliable, he stripped the ring from him and moved on. Built a team she would've been proud to lead.

Over the next three months, he slowly adjusted her mannerisms to be more natural for him. Not enough to be noticeable or seen as anything more than growing older and slightly more jaded, but enough to make it a touch easier and less like he was living a lie.

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Six months had passed and everything was different.

The rest of the class didn't bother him. Didn't make accusations. Throw insults. Acknowledge his existence in any way. And maybe that was meant to be punishment. To be treated as a ghost haunting an unknowing audience. But it was pure bliss. He couldn't thank them enough for their continued silence.

At least this way he could pretend her last days of life were happy and surrounded by people who cared for her. That they were grieving her just as he was.

There were still mornings he forgot. Times he'd walk by a mirror and smile, seeing her looking back and thinking it just another of their sporadic swaps where he'd wake as her and find a note waiting for him.

Then reality would crash around him as the little kwami would come out and look at him with those sad eyes, nuzzling his neck (her neck, this was her body god dammit). On those days it hit him differently. Sometimes he'd shut it all down, going through the motions for the rest of the day. Other times he'd break down and cuddle the small being as close as possible and share in her despair, not bothering to leave the house. Usually anger would coarse sharp and deadly through his heart, urging him to seek vengeance. On those days, any remarks made his way were brutally rebutaled, until the remarks stopped entirely. Ladybug fought with just a little more violent intent; he couldn't avenge her until Hawkmoth was defeated. Those gorgeous blue eyes set into her face turned into a deadly storm of promised danger.

It all kept swirling and cycling through him over and over until one day, the desperation and grief and hurt all hit a little too hard and he laid on the floor, staring up at the dark ceiling, wishing he could be by her side. That he could join her and not have to feel like this anymore. That it could all just go away and he could be happy for once in his miserable life.

That night he wished for nothing more than to die. If it hadn't been for the absolute heartwrenching sight of her little, pale hand wrapped around a too big knife, he has no doubt he would have gone through with it.

Afterwards he could only thank his cowardice for preventing him from destroying her body like that. She wanted him to live and who was he to deny her?

That night, he curled up on the cold, hardwood floor and begged her forgiveness, promising to do better. To be better. He knew she couldn't hear him, would never respond, but he begged all the same.

#jasonette #ml x dc #maribat #part 2 #WFTW

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ouijaasylum · 5 years ago

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Never Play Alone, Halloween Collab Special Pt. 3

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Here we go, part 3 . All of @heck-damn-so-i-draw 's part will be reblogged and added the #collaboween tag so you guys can get all of these in one place.

Any little art doodles we make for this will be posted/reblogged under the same tag. ^^

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Not long after Ohm had begun his relaxation time, he heard his cell phone start to go off. He groaned softly as he looked down at the device on the coffee table, watching as it vibrated a lit up. He almost felt like ignoring the call, especially since he didn't recognize the number, but he knew better than to do that. After all, the caller could have an important reason for getting in contact with him. Luke snickered softly as he watched the man begrudgingly lean forward and grab the phone. Ohm muted the television and answered the phone. "Hello?" He asked, trying his best to keep both a friendly and slightly professional tone as he talked to the stranger on the phone. The person on the other end answered with the same professional voice, the man on the other end definitely sounded familiar to Ohm. "Hello and good day to you sir, this is Marcel from the Ghost Adventures on the travel channel, is this Ryan?" The man asked, he was a little taken aback and surprised that one of the men from the show he was currently watching had contacted him, but regardless he worked up enough common sense to reply. "Yes it is." He said softly. "Can I help you?" He asked, his more friendly side showing through now instead of the professional one.A small sigh of relief came from the other side of the phone before Marcel answered him. Ohm smiled slightly to himself, now definitely feeling like taking this call was a good thing. "Awesome! Yes, well, actually the other way around. I came across some of your questions on yahoo and Wikipedia about your little demon problem? I was wondering if you'd be interested in allowing us to come investigate?" Ohm heard Marcel say on the other end of the phone, causing him to get a look on his face that read pure confusion. "My...demon problem?" Ohm said softly to himself, the confusion in his voice gaining the attention of Luke as well.

"Oh that's rude, I'm a problem now?" Luke said playfully, pretending to be hurt by the words that left the human's mouth. Ohm rolled his eyes slightly at the demon's antics, then mentally kicked himself. He had completely forgotten about how detailed he would get in his questions and replies online. He should've known that someone would read it and think he needed help. He sighed softly now knowing that Marcel thought he was possibly in danger and at the mercy of a demon. "Well, I would have no problem with you coming to investigate Marcel. But I will warn you now the finicky thing may not like you invading his space..." Ohm warned softly, he didn't want these men to think he wanted to get rid of Luke, but after this man went through all the trouble of contacting him he'd feel bad to turn him down. He saw no harm in having them come to his home, in fact it might be good for him to get to talk to other paranormal professionals. On top of that, he also knew that Luke would do nothing too extreme to them if they did choose to come by. "That's not a problem. We're trained professionals with the aid of empathic help, so I'm sure we can help." Marcel replied in a rather calm demeanor, letting Ohm now that he truly did want to know more about what Ohm was experiencing. "Demons are finicky with stuff like that, huh? Wanna explain to me what's been going on exactly?" He asked curiously again, as Ohm leaned back on the couch again and got comfortable.

"Well in all honestly it's not been as bad recently. But to begin with it was my own stupidity that caused the attachment." Ohm admitted softly with a small shrug, waving off Luke as he tried to mess with the phone's signal to make his presence known to the man on the other end. "I see.." Marcel mumbled, Ohm could hear shuffling as well like he was writing a few things down. "Lately though it's just been messing with electronics, occasionally it will manifest enough to move things but it hasn't been as physical as it has been vocal the past few months." He added as well, now knowing he'd have to make sure Luke would behave himself when these guys showed up. "Sounds about right. Usually people summon things like this on accident with a ouija board or that Charlie Charlie game shit. Evan and Brian might get on your ass about it a little, be warned." Marcel said with a laugh. "It won't be the first time, trust me." Ohm said with a small chuckle. "Plenty of people have already chewed me out for it, but I learned my lesson." He added as he laughed a bit too, remembering the different people who had scolded him for playing with the board alone and treating it like a game. Both men laughed a bit, before Marcel's side started growing quiet for a brief second.

Had Ohm not known any better he would have thought maybe Marcel was simply writing things down or thinking about what to say next, but he had a feeling this was Luke. That feeling turned to fact when Marcel's voice finally rang through the phone again. "I think I hear him trying to mess with stuff now…" Marcel told Ohm, causing the man to send a glare in the demon's direction. Luke was unfazed by the look he was receiving, and continued to mess with the phone little by little. "Here, before I accidentally lose ya, let's set up a date and time for me to get the group over. How's uh..." Marcle started, as Ohm could hear him flip through his planner before stopping and talking again. "How's Wednesday 10 am sound?" He asked, waiting patiently for Ohm's reply. Ohm sent a small glare in the demon's direction, who had a pleased smirk on his face as he messed with the phone, before bringing his attention back to Marcel. "Wednesday is fine for me, I'll text you my address so you'll know where to go." Ohm told him with a small smile, as he made a mental note of the day so he could clean his house. "Great. Thank you. I'll let the team know, and we'll be there on Wednesday. Thanks for lettin' us investigate." Marcel said, though Ohm could tell his tone was professional, it was still really friendly. It usually was. From what he could tell the group is full of...relatively friendly guys. "You're welcome Marcel, I'll see you then." Ohm said with a small laugh. "Oh, and uh...I should warn you the attachment isn't exactly to the house." Ohm added, glaring over at Luke as he began to hear static on his end as well. "See you soon." He said with a happy smile. Ohm could hear the hidden pity in the man's voice throughout their conversation, and could practically see the other man's smile drop a bit when he mentioned the attachment not being to the house. Ohm tried his best to shake it off though. He knew things would end fine. "No worries. Thanks again! We'll see you soon. Bye now!" Marcel said before he ended the call.

Once the phone call had ended Ohm turned his attention.to.the smug looking spirit who was still next to him on the couch. "Do you always have to make a scene EVERY TIME I talk to any sort of paranormal professional?" Ohm asked rhetorically with a hint of aggravation in his voice. Luke just chuckled as a response, making Ohm groan and pinch the bridge of his nose. "Just behave yourself when these guys get here on Wednesday, okay?" Ohm groaned as Luke put up his hands in defense. "Awe come on, I always behave." The demon said, making the raise a skeptical eyebrow.

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Remember guys, part four will be posted on @heck-damn-so-i-draw 's blog then part five will be back here. See you guys soon.

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xiubaek-13 · 5 years ago

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Lost In Translation - Chapter 36 - Lesson 7

Requested: No Genre: Canon-AU Pairing: ? (at this stage undecided) x Reader

Warnings: None yet.

Word Count: 7,040

A/N: Not to sound like a broken record but it’s been awhile. Sadly I know a bunch of people who were reading this fic have not found the new blog yet but for those who have, thanks for following me again & I hope you enjoy the next instalment of this series. If you want to help me out, reblog this for me (you don’t have to though, so no pressure there).

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During the third performance of Lucky One you remembered Jongdae’s note and snuck back to the monitor where no one else was so that you could open it. Inside the envelope is a small invitation, simple in its design. The card is a soft green with brown borders and letters. It looks like a reservation for a restaurant but you’d need to look it up to be sure. If it hadn’t had the addition of Function - Private Tutoring embossed on the card you could have thought he was asking you out on a date. You smiled to yourself as you recalled the lesson options you’d planned for him. Your smile grew when you realised that it could also be a perfect setting for revenge for today’s prank. This was going to be fun.

Jongdae had the foresight to book his lesson after comeback week had finished. You could just imagine trying to teach him anything while he was in the middle of that, it would not go well. Not that the guys had rested all that much, they were always busy because well, idol life was not for the weak. If you loved alone time, sleep and 3 meals a day then it was not the life for you. You’d seen their routine while working with them and the insanity of it had become your normal which is why when you looked back on comeback week and still felt exhausted from it, you knew that it was no joke. Even a robot would have wanted to power down. How they were still standing at the end of it was beyond you. You guessed they were used to it? Regardless, you cancelled lessons for a week after that in order to give them a small modicum of time in their day to rest.

You’d actually forgotten that Jongdae had requested a lesson until Minseok brought it up one night when he’d come to hang out and steal your snacks. He liked to claim that they were his snacks and that he just hid them in your cupboard because they’d get stolen if they were left in the dorm. He’d also ignore you when you reminded him that he always ate super healthy food and so the chocolate bars and packets of chips he was devouring were obviously not his. He didn’t keep snacks like that because his impulse control sucked once he gave in and had ‘just one bite’.

Four chocolate bars in, he paused to ask. “Are you avoiding Dae?”

You frowned, perplexed by the question. “No.”

“Well he seems to think that you are. Said something about asking you for a lesson and that you’d ghosted him ever since.” Minseok narrowed his eyes at you. “I have to share a room with him you know.”

You had no memory of Jongdae asking you for a lesson so you were confused at why he seemed to think you were avoiding him. You’d had no work talk at all with the guys after comeback week so if he’d asked you it had to have been before or during the Monster/Lucky One comeback. “I swear Min, he never asked me for one… did he say anything about when or how he asked me?”

“Hmm” Minseok thought for a few moments, enough to half eat another one of your chocolate bars - you were going to have to start a tab for him at this rate, before continuing. “He said he sent a card? He was kind of cryptic about it ok? I don’t remember exactly when he did it but it was after the CBX debut and before today if that helps?” He shrugged and watched you as your brain worked overtime to recall a card from Jongdae.

Your brain was apparently mush during the last month because all you could draw up were snapshots of moments - the Monster stage, too much coffee, Lucky One costumes, a green embossed card, Sehun not sharing his phone, Baekhyun pinning you against a wall - fuck, you still needed to process that whole thing - Jongdae saying something about waiting til he was onstage, Jongin being scared of ghosts, christ so much coffee. Wait. What did Jongdae say to you? You willed your brain to comply with you.

“Hey now, don’t strain a brain cell.” Minseok chuckled.

“Shut up.”

“Rude.”

You ignored Minseok, much to his annoyance, but you were so close to your brain connecting the dots. The snippets of Baekhyun and you in the corridor kept getting you off track but you had to bench that whole situation for a later date because Jongdae had said something… right before going on stage. Wait. He’d handed you something too. Oh! The envelope, he’d handed you an envelope and, “Open this once we’ve gone on stage.” It was like a lightbulb had been turned on and all of the darkness between the moments was erased, allowing you to see a clear linear progression of that day.

“Ah Ha!” You shouted far louder than necessary. So loud that it made Mr Kim I never get scared Minseok jump.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” He said as he tried to cover up the monetary shock he’d experienced.

“Sorry. I just remembered what happened.” You’d been so lost in your thoughts and they had been so loud and busy that you really hadn’t realised how loudly you’d just shouted.

“With what?”

“Jongdae!” You exclaimed.

“Seriously? That was like twenty minutes ago. You’ve been concentrating on that this whole time?”

“Uh… yeah.” You honestly hadn’t even noticed the time passing. It felt like only a moment ago that Minseok had brought up Jongdae. “But anyway. I remember that day at Music Core he gave me an envelope right before you went on stage to perform. There was a card in it requesting a private tutorial.”

He settled back into the couch. “So you were ghosting him.”

“Not intentionally! I’d honestly forgotten everything that happened that day. If you remember, they poisoned me with coffee far stronger than I could handle.”

“It’s an excuse, not a particularly good one, but still an excuse.” He deadpanned, a wry smile on his face.

“I’ll contact him tonight and organise it ok?”

“Thank fuck. Do you have any idea how insufferable he’s been?”

“Judging by how much chocolate you’ve just eaten I’m gonna go with 8/10 on the Ah Wae scale.”

You had to move quickly to dodge the unopened Mars bar that was hurled at you. He was laughing at the ridiculousness of the very idea of an Ah Wae scale but also not pleased at being accused of emotional snacking. Which he had 100% been doing without noticing. You dodged three throws before being clocked in the jaw with a snickers bar. “I SURRENDER!” You feigned being critically injured by the projectile which sent Minseok into a fit of laughter as he tried to help you stand up.

“You are ridiculous, you know that?” He said in between laughs as he hoisted you over his shoulder.

“Says the man who was throwing food. So mature.”

That earned you a smack on the ass as he carried you to your bed.

***

True to your word you had contacted Jongdae after Minseok had left. You’d apologised for the delay in contacting him, telling him the truth - that you’d forgotten most of what happened in comeback week and that you felt terrible for not contacting him sooner. He was more than understanding, laughing at how he probably should have waited until after the comeback week before asking you.

“All I remember about debut week was that I had some awful green dye in my hair and had to wear ridiculously shiny clothes. I forgot that I’d sung in Mandarin until we had to appear on a stage again so all is forgiven.”

The two of you discussed the logistics of setting up the lesson and settled on a date. You briefly went over the rules again since it had been so long since you’d held a group lesson and figured it would be unfair for him to be disadvantaged before the extra part of the lesson even came into play. He knew he was to be Chen and to be 100% his stage persona rather than Jongdae. He knew how he was to address you, and how it was expected for him to act. There really wasn’t much else you could do to prepare him for what was to come without giving away too much.

“I’m looking forward to our lesson noona. The others have said that it’s much more hands on than our group lessons. I struggle with English so I think it’d really help me out.”

“That’s an interesting way of putting it. The private lessons are definitely more focused on how to best assist you with learning and retaining the words that you have to say while on tour. It should be fun!”

During classes Jongdae had been a great student, if he was focused. So you knew you’d have a 50/50 chance of him being distracted and not performing to the standard you set in your lessons. He did not know any of this yet, that was the fun part for you. Three days from now you Chen would be put to the test, he just didn’t know it yet.

When you got back to your room you googled the restaurant to look at the decor, the visibility from the public (which according to Dae was zilch as he’d booked a private room), the menu, the decor & lighting so that you could plan the perfect test. Unlike the others you weren’t going to offer the reward or punishment at a later date. You knew Dae well enough to know that once all was revealed, he’d be on board and too eager to delay proceedings. You also wanted to give his punishment or reward right after the lesson given how long he’d had to wait for the lesson.

You were more than pleased with his selection, you’d be able to stage exactly what you wanted and if all went to plan, he’d either exceed expectations or he’d be far too distracted to pass the lesson.

***

“Something is up with Baekhyun.”

You sighed. “Soo, I’m sure he’s fine.”

He paused. “No, I mean there’s not anything physically wrong with him. He’s being weird.” Kyungsoo’s soft voice was normally soothing for you to listen to but right now, as you were on your way to the restaurant, it was only serving to irritate you.

“Soo, now’s not really -”

“Weirder than usual noona..” He cut you off, desperate for you to hear him. There was actual concern in his voice and that was the only thing that gave you pause.

You braced yourself for what the following question would unveil. “Ok I’ll bite. Weirder how?”

“The whole time you’ve been doing private lessons he’s always been overly inquisitive about the whole thing. He’s always thought something was up with the lessons and that there was something going on between you and Minseok hyung. At first I thought he was just tired from promotions but he has had no questions, no attempts at tricking us into saying something. It’s like he’s given up… which is not like him, and he isn’t moping about it.”

You resisted the urge to rub your face with your palm, lest you ruin your makeup but Baekhyun’s words echoed in your mind. this time I know that you feel something too. you’re missing out on so much more by not taking it just that little bit further with me. I’m leaving it up to you to make the move though, that’s 100% in your court. Could it be that he was done with making advances on you? Had you rejected him? You didn’t think you had, it was always fun flirtations, extended foreplay if you will.

“Noona?” Kyungsoo’s voice brought you out of your thoughts as you realised that you hadn’t responded to him.

“Sorry Soo. I can’t deal with Baekhyun right now but I think I have an idea of what is going on with him and I’ll sort it out later.”

“I mean, I’d rather you did it now…”

“Soo.” You warned.

“Kidding noona. I just wanted to make sure you were aware. It’s just out of character for him and some of the others think its a new tactic but I think otherwise.”

“I’m about to have my lesson with Dae so like I said, I can't deal with it right now but I promise that I will soon.”

“Thanks noona.” He said. “Have fun, and I’m not gonna lie but I kind of want Dae to fail his lesson. He’s always been the prankster so it would bring me so much joy to know he had to be punished.” He chuckled.

“Kyungsoo!”

“What?” He laughed.

“Not words I was expecting from you.” You laughed in reply. “I have to go, but thank you for letting me know.”

“Knock his socks off.”

You hung up and made a mental note to have words with Baekhyun later. You were really hoping to wait until it was time for his lesson to explain everything but you were going to have to work out something to prevent him from distancing himself. You also had the slight fear that whilst you both liked each other, that he might want something exclusive with you and that just wouldn’t work for multiple reasons. Firstly, that could cost you your job, it was one thing to hide these private lessons and occasional flings with the boys but a proper relationship? That scared you to death. Exclusivity… that you weren’t sure on. You liked him, a lot, but you also liked the others a lot as well. And you had no idea how he’d take the news that you’d fucked his members if he was really starting to develop romantic feelings for you. You shook your head before you let those thoughts get their hooks in. You had a lunch to attend, and a lesson to give. A very hands on lesson.

***

You arrived first. As you followed the waiter through the restaurant to your private table you took in the prohibition era decor. It served modern european cuisine and the whole place had an industrial underground feel. There was only overhead lighting in the kitchen and bar areas, otherwise the room was dimly lit, with a small coiled light globe on each table, emitting a golden yellow light. The whole restaurant was paneled with wood and has been aged with rust marks. When you stepped into the private room you felt like you’d stepped into an old mafia movie. The walls were a makeshift cellar, with all of the alcohol locked behind wire cabinet doors. There was a round table with two chairs in the centre of the room and a candelabra in the middle. It was a good thing that you didn’t need Chen to read anything during this lesson because it was almost too dark to comfortably do that. You let the waiter take your jacket and hang it by the door, then took your seat and waited for the man of the hour to arrive.

If incognito was the look he was going for then he failed horribly once he entered the restaurant. On the street his disguise of black jeans, a black oversized dress shirt, black cap and black mask helped him to blend in to the crowd. Here he stood out like a sore thumb. You were thankful for the private room given that now even if they had no idea who had walked through the restaurant, the patrons knew it was someone famous. At least he didn’t have an iced americano with him as well.

“Hi Noona!” He smiled warmly at you as he removed his cap and mask, fixing his hair before sitting opposite you.

“Teacher-nim.” You reminded him. “You know the rules for today Chen.”

He chuckled and let out a sigh. “So it’s going to be like this huh? I was really hoping to have a fun catch up lunch, gossip and you just teach me amongst that.”

You shook your head. “No can do. My private lessons work differently to the group ones. I will be addressing you by your stage persona. So today you are Chen, vocal powerhouse and incredible performer, not sweet and incredibly mischievous Jongdae. You will refer to me as Teacher and you will give me your full attention. If you do well, you get rewarded. If not, you’ll be punished. Make sense?”

“Weird flex but ok,” He saw the look on your face and added. “Teacher.” Internally you cursed at him. He was going to make things difficult today, you just knew it. Both Jongdae & Chen were loud and cheeky. He wouldn’t be bratty like Sehun but you could already tell that he was going to push you as far as he could get away with. “Can you explain the lesson to me over food?” He asked. “I showered and came from practice so I’m kind of starving and if I’m starving then I’m going to be a terrible student.”

After you had both ordered your meals and your drinks had been served you started to tell him how the lesson would progress. “Each private lesson I do is specifically tailored to the person I’m giving it to. I pick something that I believe to be one of their interests or strengths and use that as a foundation to build the lesson from. My aim is to make memorising the lines of your ment easier, and more than that, if you forget a line the lesson we do should give you a specific thing to draw from to remember the line. Still with me?”

The look on Chen’s face was confused. “I think so but can you give me an example here?”

“Ok so for D.O. I used a recipe, for Lay I used dance, for Kai a children’s book. I associated the lines with steps in the recipe, moves of a dance or lines in the book.”

“Shit you might be some kind of genius noona, I mean teacher.” Chen quickly corrected his slip up as he took a sip of his drink. “So what is my lesson based off?”

“Music.”

“Well that’s not vague at all.” He chuckled.

“Specifically songs. I assume you have your ipod on you?” You asked.

He pulled it out of his pocket and held it up, waving it at you. “Never leave home without it.”

“Ok so what we are going to do is put it on shuffle and the first 6 songs that come up will be the songs that we use. Each song will be associated with a line from your ment.” You explain.

Chen nods, “Ok that sounds good.” He starts to play around with his ipod, closing out of the playlist he was in and setting it to shuffle all songs. Once he had prepared the device he set it on the table and looked at you. “Ready.”

“First song please.” You request. He presses play and the first song begins. It’s a soft ballad, a bit lacking in the energy that you were hoping for given the first phrase but in reality if he forgot how to say the first phrase, you were doomed from the beginning. You passed a piece of paper to him, with his ment on it broken down into 6 phrases. “And first phrase.”

He glances at the paper and rolls his eyes, confidence filling his features. “Hello I am EXO’s Chen!” You are thankful that he didn’t do the line at his normal volume, he was usually the loudest of the group while doing introductions, with only Baekhyun giving him a run for his money. Chanyeol too on occasion but he ran too high a risk of losing his voice if he tried to compete with the two vocalists.

You nod and pause the song. “Good. The rest of the lesson will run like this, then we’ll revisit the songs and you will tell me the line associated with each, even if they are out of order.”

He sighs, some of the fun he’d associated with this lesson disappearing. “Yes teacher-nim.”

“Second song please.” The next tune is funky and has hints of jazz. It takes everything you have to not bop or tap your foot along to the infectious music. “Next phrase.”

Chen hums the song for a few bars then says. “Our American fans are so beautiful.” His voice lilts as he speaks, fitting the words to the melody of the song.

“On to the next one Chen.” You say as he grooves out in his chair, pretend drumming with the utensils. “Chen.” You warn.

“Party pooper.” He mumbles under his breath as he goes to the next song. A familiar song from a musical starts and you try to hide your smile. He really listens to every genre, no wonder he can sing practically anything and make it sound amazing. He over enunciates the words within the song’s melody, hitting the key change mid sentence. “You have to create today’s performance with us.”

That cocky bastard. You think to yourself. He’s acing the lesson but his attitude about it is leaving a lot to be desired. He’s building to something, but what, you are not sure of yet. “Fourth one.” A happy summer bop by a girl group comes on and he laughs.

“I forgot this was even on here. This song is a whole ass mood.” You tap the table impatiently, making it clear that you aren’t jamming to music with him for fun, this is for work… even if this song is a whole ass mood. “Ugh fine.” He clears his throat. “You have to sing together with us, you have to play together with us.”

Before you can ask he moves on to the fifth song. Heavy rock guitar and drums blast through the speaker and he grins, headbanging and taking a huge gulp of air, making you think he’s going to yell the line before singing at a much lower volume than you know he wants to as he busts out the phrase. “Are you ready?” You mask the glare you want to give him for how he’s toying with you but internally you are staring daggers at him.

The final song he plays is a slow RnB song, the kind you put on a fuck playlist. It is completely jarring to the vibe of the final phrase but he manages to make it work, even if it does come out far more sensually than it should. “Let’s spend today being together happily. Thank you, I love you!” He does a seated bow and grins at you. “I did well right?”

“You got the lines right and understand the idea of fitting the words to the melody of the song, but there is no need to show off Chen. You’ll have multiple chances to say the lines however you like during the tour and rehearsals.”

After the first run through the food arrives so you pause the playlist, make note of the songs and set it aside while you eat. You don’t view this break to eat as a break in the lesson, unlike Chen, who thinks he now has free time to get distracted by chatting. He is halfway through a rather large mouthful of his meal when his face lights up. Normally you would associate this look with extreme delight over food but given that he is chewing with more vigour you feel like he is rushing to finish his mouthful.

“So,” He grins at you. You get a sudden fear that he knows what the reward and punishment part of your lessons involves, your breath hitching slightly as you hold out hope that the next words out of his mouth aren’t a cheap attempt to skip the remainder to the lesson and jump to sex. “About my frequently missing roommate.”

It takes a moment for you to put two and two together but you slowly realise that he is talking about Minseok. Here you were thinking that it was only Baekhyun who thought you were up to something with his eldest member but apparently Jongdae had been keeping an eye out as well, going so far as to not get involved during the last CBX meal when this very topic was brought up. Not that he had to pay too much attention, after all if you are expecting your roommate to be in his bed each night and a handful of those he is absent, you’d be suspicious of his whereabouts. You try to be nonchalant about it. “Sorry?”

“Don’t play dumb noona. I know he leaves our room and disappears for hours, sometimes the entire night.” He points a chopstick at you and raises a brow as he speaks.

“I don’t see how Minseok leaving at night has anything to do with me.” You shrug his words off, not wanting to rehash this conversation.

“Sehunnie told me Minseok hides his snacks in your kitchen, and that he goes to hang at your place pretty often.” He gives you a pointed look. “Minseok only leaves the dorm for 3 reasons, schedules, gym or sex.” He sits back in his chair, a smug smile on his face, the kind that you want to slap off his face.

Instead you choose to look bored and annoyed rather than allowing your true emotions show. “Are your deductions reaching a solid point anytime soon or are you going to continue to waste the precious time I’ve spent on this lesson for you to talk about the extracurricular activities of your roommate?”

He has the audacity to look shocked that you’ve avoided answering his question. “Noona. I know he’s visiting you. It would be so much easier if you would just admit it.”

“Minseok does hide his snacks in my kitchen but that is only because he is trying to diet and because he knows that someone will steal them if he leaves them in the pantry.” You state.

“Sure noona.” He says smugly.

You aren’t ashamed of your friends with benefits arrangement with Minseok, that’s not the cause of your anger. No, you are pissed that Jongdae thinks he can coerce the answer from you over lunch and more than that, that he feels that he is entitled to an answer. Baekhyun backs off once he realises he’s hit a nerve with you but Dae just keeps pressing the point and you’ve had it. “End of discussion. This makes two meals I’ve had with you where the conversation has been diverted into talk of Minseok and I. Last time it was Baekhyun, this time its you and to be quite honest I’m fucking done with it.” You snap. “This is the last time that I will remind you that I am here today as your teacher, not your friend and you would be wise to show me the respect that I deserve.” It is a bit cruel to cut him down so severely but at the same time, your arrangement with Minseok is none of his business and this is a lesson. Jongdae would stick to trying to get the info out of you if you hadn’t been so blunt. You could live with hurting his pride and he’d soon forget about it.

You finish your meal in silence, it’s not awkward but you can tell that he isn’t used to being scolded in such a blunt fashion for anything that isn’t related to his work. If anything your bluntness would be good for him, lest he remain on a pedestal of getting whatever he wanted. Jongdae was sensible, so he knew to shut up and eat while evaluating what was said but also to try to remember his ment. If curiosity got the better of him he was impossible to control, the rest of the time he was probably the last person that SM had to worry about. He loved his work. He didn’t have interest in branching out into acting or being a brand ambassador, no, all he wanted was to sing and to one day, have a family. So you both ate, silently and efficiently, stopping only to order another drink. While you watched him stew over your words you formulated a plan. This lesson was either going to continue to be derailed like Sehun’s was, or, he would focus and be the model student. You held out little hope for the latter being true at this point. So if he was going to continue to disrupt the lesson, then you were going to make the lesson difficult for him. When you were done with him he would wish he hadn’t asked you anything.

***

Since resuming the lesson you’d moved closer to Chen, something that had startled him at first but he got over it once you grabbed the ipod and pressed play, looking at him expectantly until he spoke. He was less confident since you’d snapped at him and flubbed a few lines. On the third run through of the ment you’d started to randomly touch him, brushing dust off his shoulder, ghosting his ear, before resting a hand on his thigh. That was what did it for him.

“What are you doing?!” He exclaimed. “What the fuck noon-teacher!”

You kept your features neutral and definitely didn’t focu on how muscular his thigh was. “You have to be able to perform under pressure Chen. Being in front of the audience and with seven other men high on adrenaline can be distracting. So the purpose of the touching is to maintain your focus, regardless of what is thrown at you while you speak.”

“I said genius before but did I emphasise the evil part of it?” He grumbled.

And so it continued, he spoke and you tried to distract him, letting your hands wander. He did far better than you were expecting and at this point you were enjoying the tour of his body that your hands were taking. You watched as he started to clear his throat more, and lick his lips as he fought against giving in to the roaming hands on his body. “Third line.” You prompted, a smirk on your face as you watched him squirm.

You ghosted over his crotch, letting just the edge of your palm brush against him as you reached for his thigh and you heard his breath hitch. Somehow he maintained his composure and delivered the line. You decided that it was time to give him the ultimate test. Whilst the suggesting roaming of your hands had definitely had an effect on him, you knew there was one place that he absolutely could not stand to be touched. His ears.

“First line” You said. As he opened his mouth to confidently and easily say the first line you touched his ear. His reaction was immediate, the line long forgotten as his instincts took over.

He jerked away from your touch, hating that you kept touching his ears. “Noona please, you know I hate having my ears touched.” He whined.

You did know, that was the point. He might have remembered the lines in the beginning but his attitude had led you to taking the lesson up a notch. After that, he’d had a 60% success rate and really, you were going to have to give the guy a reward. Until he broke. Now you were free to choose to punish him instead. And after the way he’d spoken to you earlier, you kind of wanted to make him suffer. To make him needy, to hear him beg for you.

You tsked him. “I believe I gave you your final warning during our meal. I am not your noona today. I am your teacher, and you have disrespected me for the last time Chen.” A look of worry appeared on his face. Until this point he’d been so sure that he would come out of this lesson on top. That in itself was enough of a decider for you. “You will not be rewarded for today’s lesson.”

“That’s not fair! You kept touching me &” He protested even though he knew it would do him no good.

“Irrelevant. Are you going to try and convince me that your members never try to throw you off during a ment by talking, touching, mocking etc?” His face dropped as he shook his head.

“But -”

“So you failed today’s lesson. You would have passed had you not allowed yourself to be distracted. You can review the lesson in your own time and work on the prompts yourself, you very nearly had it memorised but your attention is too easily diverted. Something to work on there.” You delivered your feedback succinctly, wanting to get to the part where you explained the punishment to him and watched his face. That was your favourite part.

“So...that’s it? I just fail and go home now?” He started to sulk. He knew how cheery the others had been after their lessons and to think that he’d be the first to fail was crushing him.

“Don’t start your one person pity party yet Chen. You won’t be rewarded for the lesson but you will be punished. And you aren’t the first member to be punished.” His face became confused at that. Noticing this you kept speaking before he could cut you off. “I think we should order dessert so I can explain how this will work.”

***

Chen continued to watch you nervously as you ordered a tasting plate to share for dessert and sipped on your wine as though you hadn’t just told him you were going to punish him. His mind jumped to the punishments that were doled out after the arcade night. Were you going to make him do something embarrassing like that? Or were you going to make him do all of the chores in the house, do your shopping or buy everyone a meal? He couldn’t just sit there and wait for you to speak.

“What is my punishment?” He uttered the words precariously.

“That,” You started. “Is something best discussed once dessert arrives and we are left alone.” Your words did nothing to calm his nerves so he fidgeted while he waited. Sighing you added. “You can text Sehun. He was also punished so you can ask about his experience.” Unbeknownst to him, you also texted Sehun.

[1:42pm] You: So Dae is going to text you. He’s getting a punishment & he has no idea what’s involved with the rewards or punishments yet so feel free to mess with him.

[1:42pm] Sehun: Noona, are you suggesting that I torment my hyung?

[1:42pm] Sehun: Because I’ll do it.

[1:43pm] You: Look he’s been a true beagle today.

[1:43pm] You: It’ll do him good to have a bit of fear & humility.

[1:43pm] Sehun: Noona, you have made my day!

[1:43pm] You: Make me proud. Freak him out but don’t lie otherwise he’ll take revenge later.

[1:44pm] Sehun: Trust me. I was born for this task.

You stifled your laugh so as to not give away what was about to happen to Dae. Were you being cruel? A little. Was it deserved? Most definitely. Not only just for today but it was worth it to bring the prank master unstuck.

Chen focused on texting Sehun but from the look on his face, his anxiety was not being alleviated at all. You knew Sehun would do a good job of scaring him, his brattiness finally coming in useful for you.

The share plate arrived and you happily ate, Chen was apprehensive until you prompted him to eat. Once you’d enjoyed three of the small desserts on the tasting plate you put your spoon down and made eye contact with Chen, who hurried to swallow his food and waited with baited breath for you to speak. “For the members who received a reward - they were allowed to ask for whatever they wanted from me and as long as it wasn’t something I was unwilling to perform, I did it. So far no one has asked for something that I’m unwilling to give. Essentially they get to fulfil a fantasy, a desire that they’ve kept hidden or wanted to explore but their fame has made that a difficult task. Are you with me so far?”

Chen nods. “Yes. I think so.” He furrows his brow. “But when you say anything… what did they, you know, ask for?”

“Without being specific, all of the punishments have involved a lack of clothing, writhing bodies and a happy ending.” You chuckled as his jaw dropped, the reality of the rewards finally hitting him.

“And, um, the punishment?” He asked as he tried to not let the shock of finding out that you had been fucking around with 6 of his members.

“You will be my second punishment. Similarly to Sehun I will ask you for what you would have requested had you earned a reward. Then I will twist that into a punishment. If you endure the punishment, you will be rewarded at the end. So,” You picked up your spoon and took a mouthful of the vanilla ice cream. “I will give you a few minutes to consider what you want while I go freshen up in the bathroom. I’ll give you ten minutes, but text me if you make your mind up before that.” You stood and turned towards the door, looking behind you as you moved to leave. “Oh and Chen?”

“Y-yes?” He stuttered.

“I work best with details. What you want, what line you won’t cross.” You smiled and left Chen alone in the room to let your words sink in. You tried to work out what kind of thing he’d ask for as you made your way to the ladies room. What secret desires did the devilishly cheeky vocalist have? Would he want to dominate you or submit to you? Would he want to use toys? Would he want a threesome? Would he want his punishment right away or would he want to schedule it for later? You had no idea but after all of the exploring your hands did earlier, you were ready to dish out his punishment sooner rather than later. The longer you waited for his ten minutes to be p, the more your brain formulated a plan of what you wanted to do to him, you just had to see if it would fit with what he requested.

Ding.

Your phone chimed, startling you from the deliciously evil plan you had formed. You checked the message that was sent, wondering if it was from him or if it was one of the others.

[2:05pm] Jongdae: I’ve decided what I want.

You grinned, fixed your clothing and checked your appearance in the mirror one last time then headed back to the room. Once you entered your eyes went straight to the man seated at the table. The man you were going to make earn whatever it was that he so desired. You made sure the door was closed behind you before leaning against it, raising a brow at him as you waited for him to speak.

“Do I just come out and ask for it?” He says somewhat nervously.

You nod. “That would assist proceedings.”

He takes a deep breath and readies himself. You weren’t expecting him to be so nervous about this. He avoids your gaze as he speaks, his eyes focused on the door behind you. “I have a noona kink.” He states. “And, uh, I want to have you here, on this table. I want the danger of being heard by the whole restaurant, I want to have you for dessert, I bet you taste so sweet.” He smirks, his confidence finally returning to him. Fuck, that’s hot. You think, picturing yourself spread out on the table with his face between your legs.

You nod. This fits in wonderfully with your plan. You were hoping he’d be impatient enough to want to go through with it right now but knowing he has both a noona kink and a touch of exhibitionism in him, you’ve got more than enough to work with. “You will get what you want, if you can endure how I twist it to punish you. For now, what you want will be withheld from you. You won’t be allowed to cum unless I allow it. You will prove to me that you can follow instructions and behave. If you can do this, then you can have me on this table until I can’t take it anymore.”

He licks his lips and swallows, his pupils dilating as you speak. “Yes.”

“Let me make sure no waiters walk in while we do this. We can explain away noises, but if someone were to walk in on EXO’s Chen in a compromising position with a member of SM staff… that we would have trouble covering up. Not to mention that I’d be out of a job. So, give me a sec.” You turn to leave the room once more, placing your hand on the door handle. As you turn it you leave him with one last thing, sure to drive him mad. “And Chen?”

“Yes?”

“From now, you will address me as noona.”

“Fuck.” You hear him say under his breath as you leave the room to tell the staff some bullshit story about having a business meeting that cannot be disturbed under any circumstances. You’d shove a chair against the closed door as a safeguard once you returned. You hadn’t been kidding about the catastrophe that would happen if someone walked in. It would be beyond damaging for you. It would be a scandal for him and for the group but you would be kissing your job goodbye. But back to the matter at hand. You thought.

You were going to absolutely wreck him. And he was going to enjoy it.

A/N: Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it and are ready for what comes next! Let me know your thoughts!

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Lost Time

Hey guys, so this is my first story being put up on my Beetlejuice blog. It’s waaayyy longer than what I expected to write but I hope you guys enjoy it either way! I actually got this prompt from @scrawl-your-heart-out

Prompt: “Have you ever kissed anyone?” “No” They kissed them. “Well,” they said smiling, “Now you have”

word count: 3,335

Warnings: Cursing

Hope you guys enjoy!

It was another Saturday night at Y/N’s apartment. Her friends made plans to go out earlier in the week but everything inevitably got cancelled after her best friend came down with a bad case of the stomach flu. Y/N called her friend and asked if she needed her to come over.

“No, just stay home. The last thing I want is to give it to you guys and then we all are sick.” Which was immediately followed by the sound of her vomiting harshly through the phone speaker. With that, Y/N cringed at the noise but knew there was no point in trying to argue.

Despite the turn of events, Y/N wouldn’t be alone. For the past few months she found her apartment to be accompanied by the striped-suit-wearing demon named Beetlejuice. Even though she hoped for her friend’s better health, a small part of her was happy that she was free for the night. And she knew the dead man would be excited as well. Especially when they used to hang out almost on a regular basis. The self-proclaimed “Ghost with the Most” came into her life after she met Delia and Charles Deetz at her college’s job fair.

***

Charles was there working at a booth with the business department and giving info to students about his real estate work. It didn’t really interest Y/N too much as she was studying graphic design but she couldn’t help but notice the crystal shaped necklace hanging around Delia’s neck while she stood next to Charles while passing out pamphlets. Y/N of course walked up to the booth to compliment the red-haired woman and ask where she got it from. To which she later found herself stuck in an almost 30 minute conversation with Delia about charms, crystals, random positivity quotes, and something about her guru named Otho.

While Delia was talking Y/N happened to glance down at the pamphlet she didn’t even realize she had been handed. She looked at the picture of the house on the front and spoke.

“Wait, this is your house? Isn’t this the house everyone swears up and down is haunted?” To which both Delia and Charles stiffened in their places.

After exchanging information with Delia, she basically convinced Y/N to buy more and more crystals like her, she found herself hanging out at the Deetz's more than she would’ve thought. Especially after being introduced to Charles’ daughter Lydia. At age 23, Y/N would’ve never thought she had so much in common with a 15 year old. They both enjoyed the same music and shared an interest in photography.

Of course when Charles and Delia caught on to their bonding, they eventually asked Y/N to ‘babysit’ Lydia here and there. Lydia definitely would have protested had she not had so much in common with the other girl. So the two of them didn’t really count it as babysitting, and more of just hanging out.

Of course when the pair started hanging out an introduction to the green haired dead man wasn’t far behind. One night while Lydia and Y/N were sharing photos and designs with each other, the next thing to be heard was a loud “WHAT THE FUUUUCK” coming from the kitchen. All she wanted was a simple snack and now she was standing in front of a random man as he was swallowing a whole box of cereal. The man dropped the box at her screaming and stared at her in shock. Before Y/N could say anything else, Lydia ran in right behind her trying to babble up any explanation she could. For a moment everything grew silent and the green haired stranger stared into Y/N’s eyes and a dopey lovesick grin grew onto his face as he spoke.

“Hi.”

After that night Y/N and Beetlejuice started to hang out on the regular. Once Lydia explained the demon’s presence and how to summon him, the college girl would often summon him without thinking about it. Mr. Ghost with the Most was an odd but fun presence to be around. Whether it was him telling her stories about the Netherworld or showing her the different things he could do with his powers, Y/N found herself all too intrigued.

Thankfully at this point it was summer break so the two of them had time to hang out without any of Y/N’s school distractions. Y/N would call and Beetlejuice was there before she could even blink. Of course with all the time they were spending together, feelings began to arise of both parts.

Of course Y/N tried to not let it get the best of her. Especially when Beetlejuice seemed like the biggest flirt of the universe. He’s been alive for how many centuries? Why wouldn’t he be the one to fool around with anything dead or alive? And why would a man that’s been alive for so long want to deal with someone so inexperienced, like herself? These were all questions Y/N would ask herself whenever she thought heavily into her feelings about Beetlejuice. And all of those questions were about to be answered.

***

While they had so much time to spend over summer break, unfortunately it had ended before they knew it. With the fall semester here, Y/N was back busy with classes and didn’t have much time for Beetlejuice. It had been a while since the pair hung out for a full day. Beetlejuice’s time with her only seemed to be shrunk down to weekends, if even that at times. Having to hear him go on and on about how much he missed her company or seeing the extremely ecstatic face he made when she walked in the door pulled at her heart strings.

Y/N was currently getting the living room ready for her and Beej to hang out. She lined up all of his favorite scary movies from her Netflix account. She of course had to make around 4 bags of popcorn because Beej tended to eat more than she did. He would always scarfing down a whole bowl before she could even get one kettle. She moved her coffee table aside and set up multiple blankets and pillows on the floor.

Everything was perfect. Now all Y/N needed to do was call the dead man. She sat down on the couch to stay out of the way, whenever she called he always seemed to pop up in any location. And she learned her lesson after one incident where she called and the demon pop-up right next to her and tripped on top of her. Of course Beetlejuice wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t make a crude sexual joke with a smirk on his face. To which Y/N’s whole face turned red and she shoved him away.

“Beetlejuice. Beetlejuice. Beetlejuice.” Y/N said loud enough through the whole apartment. The air shifted and a puff of green smoke surrounded her. The young woman coughed and swatted her hands around to clear the smoke away. Y/N looked up with a smile on her face but it quickly changed to a confused frown. She didn’t even see Beetlejuice. She looked around for a second only to see him lying on the blankets she’d just placed out. He propped himself up on one arm, legs crossed, and... was that a dead rose in between his teeth? That’s when Beetlejuice spoke.

“‘Sup, dollface? Finally ditched the losers to get some sweet lovin’ from the B-man I see.” He mumbled through the rose before spitting it out. Y/N rolled her eyes before laughing at the man.

“Oh my god. Okay first, my friends aren’t losers. Second, no I didn’t call you to get ‘some sweet lovin’.” Y/N said in between giggles to which Beej’s eyebrows furrowed together. He sat himself up.

“You’ve got to be kidding, babes. No one sets up the floor like this unless they’re about to have a good ol’ all night fu-”

“Shut up, Beej. Jesus.” Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose trying to hide the faint blush. “I called you here because Gabby got sick and we all had to cancel our plans. So I figured the two of us could have a movie night.” She fiddled with her fingers. Beetlejuice’s already golden eyes light up even more. He quickly crawled towards her and grabbed the sides of her thighs. The young woman jumped at the sudden contact.

“You mean it, babes? We get to hang out all night?”

Y/N tried her best to respond but was still taken aback by his gesture. Sure, she was already used to his cold hands; Beej was always affectionate with her. He would always grab her into a giant bear hug or lay his arms around her while they watched TV on the couch. And don’t even mention the times he would lift her chin with his finger like he was going to kiss her while they talked. But the fact that he was gripping her bare thighs so tightly was sending her embarrassment into overdrive. Y/N shook her head slightly to try and push away the lewd thoughts she was having.

“Y-yeah, Beej. I-I mean we never hang out anymore. We should take the opportunity while we can.” Y/N moved her hands over his to move them away as she stood up. She ignored the look of disappointment on his face. “What do ya’ say?”

The dead man smirked “I say, FUCK YEAH!”

***

The rest of the night consisted of laughs, mostly Beej’s, through Y/N’s apartment. Even though the movies picked were some of the world’s top classic horror films, Beetlejuicce saw them as comedies. The pair sat on the blanket nest with Beej’s head resting on Y/N’s lap and his striped jacket around her shoulders.

“Why does he keep trying to help her? If she keeps falling just leave her dumbass there!” Beej screamed at the TV with clear frustration in his voice. His anger only made Y/N laugh.

“Jeez Beej, harsh much? Maybe she’s the love of his life.” The young woman spoke while grabbing some popcorn. The both made a conscious decision to use his stomach as a table to hold the bowl. Beetlejuice scoffed.

“Give me a break, babes. Someone that stupid couldn’t possibly be the love of someone’s life.” He followed her action and grabbed some popcorn as well; crunching the popcorn loudly as to show more of his anger.

“Oh come on, there’s someone out there for everyone. Even if they do fall at the worst times.” Y/N laughed as he girl on screen screeched in horror as the murderer ran towards her.

“Yeah whatever. Thankfully no one’s found you yet and I get to keep you to myself, sweets.” Beetlejuice spoke as he cuddled himself up more against her. She only rolled her eyes.

“Plan on it staying that way too.” Beetlejuice looked up from his spot.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Y/N stopped chewing her popcorn for a second.

“Uh...nothing Beej. It was just a joke. Look, the girl fell again!” She tried to cover up by fake laughing and pointing at the TV. Beej wouldn’t budge though. He sat up next to her and looked with a small amount of seriousness.

“No, what’s supposed to mean, babes? You don’t think there’s some other breather out there for you?” Beetlejuice made sure she knew he wasn’t planning to drop the subject. Y/N began playing with the hem of her pajama shorts.

“I-I. I mean kinda. At least not right now.” She mumbled not looking at him. The demon scrunched his face in confusion.

“Why not? Look at you, Y/N! Not only are you a total babe, you’re super smart. You’re funny. You make the best waffles ever. You’re crazy creative-”.

“And I’ve never been in a relationship.” Y/N said harshly. She flinched at her own tone once she saw the look on Beetlejuice’s face. There was a beat of silence before Beej spoke again.

“...What?” He asked silently. Y/N stood up off the floor, letting his jacket floor behind her. The demon watched it plop to the floor and then looked back up at her as she walked around the couch. “Come on, babes. You’re just kidding.”

“No, I’m not. I’ve never been in a relationship, Beej. I’m 23 going on 24 and I still have yet to date anybody.” She looked down at him and all he did was cock his head to the side and listen.

“I mean I’ve gone on dates but they never led anywhere. They’re usually just some guys my friends set me up with that aren’t that interested anyway. They always expect me to be like a clone of my friends. All giggly, and cutesy, and sexy, and flirty and...-and just not me! Ever since high school no guy has ever looked my way unless they were looking at the person standing next to me. I don’t turn heads. I don’t get people looking at me wherever I go. And it’s not even their fault, it’s also mine. I don’t go anywhere unless my friends drag me out. I stay home and do my own thing by myself. It just is what it is, Beej. Sometimes some people are just meant to stay alone.” As Y/N ended her rant she felt a small amount of tears build up in her eyes.

Y/N had always felt lonely until Beej came along. Even with her friends and family she always felt alone. Of course she felt bad about it. She wanted companionship, someone to talk to. Someone who was a friend and a lover. Someone she could talk to about anything and everything. And she thought she would never find that. So when Y/N came to that conclusion, she left it alone. Until a certain dead man came into her life.

The young woman didn’t realize she had been pacing back and forth behind the couch until Beetlejuice walked in front of her. She was determined not to let him see her tears but when she looked into his golden eyes she saw a mix of concern, sternness, sympathy, and worry. After that, her tears made small streaks down her cheeks.

“Just forget it, Beej. It wasn’t even that serious. Look, we've missed the ending.” She slightly whimpered, looking at the TV to see the credits rolling. While wiping the tears on her hoodie sleeve she went to move around him but he stood in front of her. Beetlejuice still didn’t speak and that only made her worry more. What was he going to say? What was he thinking? Y/N froze when the demon grabbed her face and wiped the remaining tears with the pads of his thumbs. His eyes softened as he looked into hers.

“Just one question, babes.” He spoke softly, almost like a whisper. At this point, Y/N was sure blush was covering her entire face. “If you’ve never been in a relationship, have you ever kissed anyone?”

The question caught her off guard. Of course she never kissed anyone though. She got close around 3rd grade during recess when a boy pulled her towards the swing and tried to kiss her. Only to be stopped when all of his friends caught them and started making fun of them.

“No. Never.” Y/N answered quietly while looking down to the floor. She wasn’t sure what embarrassed her more, the question or the answer. Surely Beej was going to make another joke causing her to be even more embarrassed. Before she could say anything else, the man moved her face towards her and placed his lips on top of hers.

Y/N hated the cliches of sappy romance movies and novels. Despite all of the same tropes she’d see, she finally agreed on one thing. Her first kiss was like fireworks. She felt like she was on cloud nine. While she didn’t necessarily know what to do, she was determined to figure it out. Y/N leaned into Beej’s lips with a relieved sigh, and much to her embarrassment, a light moan. She prayed to every and God there was that Beej didn’t notice it. But oh, he noticed.

The sound encouraged him to move one hand from her cheek to around her waist. Y/N nuzzled her cheek more into his hand and moved her own hands to his chest. All Y/N could do was let Beetlejuice take control. He deepened the kiss by pulling her closer and pushing his lips more onto hers. She had to push herself up on her toes to reach him even more.

But before Y/N could move her hands up further to his neck, he pulled his head back, ending the kiss abruptly. All Y/N could do was let out a slight whine while Beetlejuice chuckled in response.

“Well, now you have.” Beetlejuice said while smiling down at her. It took Y/N a second but she then realized what he meant. All she could do was giggle and hide her face in his chest. Beetlejuice laughed with her and wrapped his arms around her tightly.

“Let me tell you, babes. I’ve been waiting for so long to do that.” The demon spoke softly as he placed his chin on top of her head. There was a beat of silence before Y/N moved her head back and looked at him with her eyebrows furrowed.

“What?” Beej looked down at her sweetly before it turned to slight fear. Y/N moved out of his arms and inched forward causing him to back up. You mean to tell me, you liked me this entire time and never said anything?” Her voice rising. He threw his hands up.

“I-I figured you needed time. I know it can be overwhelming having this much man cake to yourself, doll.” He backed himself around the couch and plopped down back to the floor. Y/N stood over him with her hands on her hips.

“Beetlejuice, I’m over here hiding my feelings and thinking there could be nothing between us...ugh! Do you realize how much sooner we could’ve done that?” She said in mock with a little bit real anger in their voice. Beej sat up, crossed his legs, and smirked at her.

“Hiding your feelings, you say?” Beej inched forward and Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Ugh, yes. I-I’ve liked you for the longest, Beej. I just never said anything. But you felt the same so I’m not the only one at fault!” She yelled and turned her head to the side to look away from him. She could feel Beetlejuie staring at her.

“Y/N.” He spoke softly from the floor. She still didn’t move or look back. She heard him moving towards her and she finally looked down. He sat on his knees in front of her and moved his hands slowly up her thighs. This time she didn’t move. She only stared into his eyes like he had her in a trance. The demon man gazed at her with a more mischievous grin on his face.

“Let’s make up for lost time.”

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