#must've shown just a very low time for him he had to be a good friend to earn that kind of loyalty still could behave like a bastard tho

[cheegu3]

Hi! Love your writing! I wondered, do you take requests? Because it's so hard to find any yandere P1Harmony fanfic, I'd love for you to do one with Theo! Thank you ❤️❤️

hi, thank you <3 I do take requests for p1harmony :) here's a small one-shot I randomly came up with - I hope you like it!

tw / trigger warning; yandere themes, abuse, bullying/harassment, swearing, blood, dead animals (mice and crows)

wc; 1k

𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗼 - 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝗼𝘆

You were already late to school, running while hauling the heavy backpack filled with books behind you. By the time you reached the school gates you were panting. Sweat beads decorated your forehead and your arm felt heavy from the weight you had carried.

Luck was certainly not on your side as you quickly realised that the gate was locked. Groaning frustratedly you kicked it, letting it feel the temper that came from you having a bad day.

'' Stupid piece of sh- ''

You kicked it extra hard and was thrown back by the force, crashing right into a hard chest before you plummeted to the ground. Horrified, apologies started spilling out of your mouth at a rapid speed. But when the person hadn't spoken yet, you finally dared to raise your eyes and see who it was.

Of course it was him - Theo. The golden child of the school. Rich and popular, which was often accompanied by being an entitled asshole. He was quite influential at school due to his dad's money, and therefor he was the teachers' favourite.

As soon as you met those eyes narrowing while inspecting you, you knew by that action alone that you had fucked up.

'' Do you know who I am? '' he spat out, hands in his pockets while stepping closer so you were forced to be pressed up against the gate.

The way he said it made your blood boil. Like you were supposed to know who he was by his appearance alone, because he was that important. When in reality he had gotten the placement at this prestigious school handed to him without having to lift a finger; not even close to needing to fight tooth and nail for it like you had. It felt incredibly unfair, and you were reminded of it any time you saw him in the halls.

The distaste must've shown on your face because he raised his brow.

'' Well? '' he taunted, knowing you were on the verge of exploding.

You exhaled sharply through your nose like an angered bull and loosened the shaking clenched fists that were hanging to your sides; finally fixing your expression because you didn't want to upset the golden boy.

'' Yes. '' you answered flatly.

The boy in front of you scoffed and then brought a keycard out from his pocket, brushing against you as he put it against a sensor to the side of your head. A click could be heard before it was replaced by the sound of scraping metal as the gate slowly opened.

You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at the newfound information that Theo - of course had his very own keycard just like the teachers.

You quickly darted in between the gate even though it was only halfway open. You couldn't wait to get away from him.

'' Aren't you gonna say thank you? ''

Unfortunately you didn't notice the warning in his low voice, mistaking it for petty and childish need for admiration. So you kept walking without looking back. You'd come to know very soon however, that you were not on the golden boy's good side now.

As the first class of the day had finished you headed to your locker like you always did. The books needed to be swapped out for new ones, which was easy to do since you kept it organised and clean - but when you opened it this time, it was anything but that.

Fresh, crimson blood was splashed on your notebooks and textbooks, some smeared on the top of the locker, and it seemed to come from a dead mouse laying in the center of it.

You gasped, slamming it shut immediately. A few students passed by and gave you weird looks while you struggled to breathe, backing away from the locker.

It was best not to react or tell anyone; you didn't want any rich kids spreading rumours of you. After all, that would lessen your chances of getting friends.

All you could do now was to read off of your seatmate's textbook and then clean it out late in the afternoon, when the school had cleared out. You spent the whole day pondering of who the perpetrator could be, but by the end of it you still didn't have the slightest of idea of who could've done such a horrific thing, not yet at least.

While walking home that evening you felt eyes on you. It was an eerie feeling you couldn't shake off. At first you suspected it was because of the locker incident, but your intuition was almost never wrong. Someone was definitely following you.

Thankfully you made it home, but even then you didn't feel safe. Anxiety occupied your brain, making it hard to study or focus on anything but the paranoid thoughts.

BANG

A sudden loud noise interrupted you. You pushed yourself off your bed, cautiously nearing the window where it seemed to have come from.

Below it laid a crow that wasn't moving, and yet again you saw smeared blood in front of you; all over the glass.

You suppressed the urge to scream, as shock was written all over your face.

This time you didn't shy away from it. A part of you gnawing inside told you that this wasn't a coincidence. So you took a deep breath and then confidently marched outside, only the small flashlight from your phone glowing in the darkness.

First you didn't see anything. The poor crow laid alone with no sign of the culprit around. But then you turned the flashlight so it could shine towards the bushes near the road, and you got eye-contact yet again with those same eyes. The ones that had carried so much arrogance and hatred, only just this morning.

'' Theo? ''

He hummed while casually standing up from his crouched position, brushing off the leaves on his pants before strolling over to you. His usual perfectly styled pink hair was messy, ruffled with leaves and had some sticks stuck in it. Why was he so bothered by you that he was willing to mess up his picture-perfect appearance to hurt you?

You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to look confident and perhaps a bit intimidating. But you were sure it was failing by the look of pure amusement on his face.

'' Why are you doing this? ''

A painfully slow smirk spread across Theo's face, sending alarm bells ringing inside your entire body.

'' Because - '' he stepped closer, reminding you of his domineering aura he had during the morning when he had invaded your space so casually. Towering over you he leaned down, and said almost mockingly.

'' I fucking hate bad manners. ''

He laughed haughtily.

'' You should've just said thank you. ''

[hekateinhell]

Do you think Armand and Daniel have the strongest relationship in TVC?

What I mean is, they've had their rough patches and it's certainly not what you'd call a healthy relationship (especially in the beginning) but they also seemed to have a lot of fun together while Daniel was still human, they seemed to enjoy each others company more than Louis and Lestat ever did anyway. Also their low points were never as bad as the ones between Louis and Lestat or Marius and Armand.

Once they get back together after Daniel regains his sanity I think their relationship grows even more and they work towards becoming equals and learning to communicate without mind reading. It's hard and they still fight of course but I don't think they have the same love/hate on again off again relationship that Louis and Lestat have. I also think it helps that Daniel is more insane than Louis ever was both as a mortal and in death.

At first I read "strongest" as "healthiest" and then I had to think about it all over again when I came back, but ultimately I landed on the same answer.

I don't.

Simply because we're never shown their relationship in the PL-trilogy beyond "they went hunting in the rain" and then ✨boom✨ they're back together. Must've been quite the romantic rain! Daniel isn't even mentioned once in Blood Communion (Anne, yet again, I have a million questions).

Don't get me wrong--I am thrilled at least one of my ships was officially endgame, but it's complicated to consider this from the canon perspective! Reminder that anon did say within VC, so right off the bat the bar is... underground. It's in the catacombs.

Armand definitely wasn't a saint with Daniel (dear God, no) but he wasn't physically abusive or excessively emotionally volatile like Marius or Lestat. And he was much more expressive and willing to verbally communicate than either of them were with himself and Louis respectively (i.e., Armand actually just says something as opposed to throwing an out-and-out temper tantrum).

And yes, for sure, they genuinely did seem to enjoy each other during their good periods! Even though there was A Lot going on during Devil's Minion and It Got Rough, Daniel's tone (since it is told through his POV) still conveys a strong affection and an almost innocent tenderness in how he describes Armand's laugh, how much he loved him, how horrible it was to see him cry and be in pain, etc.

I absolutely do headcanon them as being in a much better place post-canon! I imagine Armand learned a lot about what it was like to have a equally nurturing and mutually beneficial relationship during his time with Louis in New York.

Which, by the way, would be my answer for both healthiest and strongest canon relationship in VC: Louis and Armand, Trinity Gate era. Because they not only love each other, they actually like each other. There's no obligations, demands, or expectations there. They're close friends in addition to whatever else, and there's a mutual respect and admiration already in place (trust me, this comes in handy).

It's a shame Anne didn't give us more on Daniel and Armand in-text, but I think all signs point to a very positive direction!

[bonny-kookoo]

Hi Bonny!! How are you doing? I'm writing you bc i NEED (yes, in all caps) another round of jimin!homeAU pleaasee I miss him T.T maybe some jealous jimin ? with fluff pls bc my heart won't handle these two apart :'( anyways, hope you have an amazing week!! <3

sweet to know home!Jimin wasn't forgotten

Jimin and you love to playfight a lot.

Not just physically, but vocally most of all. You enjoy getting onto his nerves sometimes, and he knows how to take a joke very well- it makes conversations easy, and living with him a lot of fun. You've both decided to move in together only recently- but you know for a fact that you'd never regret it in a million years. Jimin himself had told the guys that he simply had deemed it time to have a bit of time for himself- having lived with them for a long time now. But you both knew the action must've made them suspicious at least, considering Jimin wasn't the kind of guy to enjoy being all by himself for long.

And sometimes, Jimin really desperately wants to say it out loud.

Like right now, when Taehyung sits a bit too close for his liking. Jimin had simply introduced you as a friend who was visiting- after his bandmate had shown up uninvited, having spotted you in the background almost instantly. It's clear that he wasn't buying the lie- but Jimin respected your decision to lie low for now.

However, he started to seriously get pissed off at how Taehyung seemed to try and charm you.

He knew you'd never accept any of his advances- you were loyal, and Jimin truly appreciated that. He trusted you with his life, after all- a kind of trust the singer doesn't throw around lightly, against what people might think. Not only that, but he only lets people know how much they need to know- without ever letting them in truly.

You're the first in years.

"Fuck this." He suddenly says, sitting behind you with a whine, before he pulls you onto his lap. "You can't expect me to just watch and take it baby, I'm sorry!" He apologizes, hiding his face in your neck, ready for the blow. He really wants to go with your decision, but he can't. Not when his bandmate, for some reason, looks so good together with you. Not when his mind starts to turn around, imagining you falling for the taller, better looking and way more skilled singer on his couch. He was his friend- but there were limits for him.

But he hears you both laugh suddenly, and he instantly leans up to check on your smiling face. "He's figured it out already, Jiminie." You giggle, as he pouts.

"So that was just for your entertainment, yeah?" He scolds playfully, a dramatic look on his face, as Taehyung laughs openly on the other side of the couch- happy to see his best friend so at ease with you. "You brat!" Jimin calls out, pulling you backwards against him before his hands attack your sides- uncaring of Taehyungs eyes watching.

"We all did, actually." Taehyung admits, as Jimin slows his antics, now becoming a bit more serious again. "We.. Kind of connected the dots even before you moved out." He says, and Jimin sighs, running a hand through his hair.

"Can't be helped." You simply shrug however,leaning back into the singer's chest as Jimin's heart swells at the prospect of not having to hide any longer.

He really loves you dearly- and he can't wait to show it to everyone.

[estrxlar]

The Ghost Of You

03 - Music Room 3007

Chapters songs:

*Dagger; Slowdive

On The Level; Mac Demarco

F song; Strawberry Guy

^^^ when including * in chapters next to a song, that means it is a song that will be performed in the chapter.

———

— Y.L. Perspective

      "Sunshine girl is sleeping. She falls in dreams alone," sings Toruku in a calming tone into a microphone, along with the strumming of a guitar. "And me, I am her dagger. Too numb to feel her pain."

     "The world is full of noise, yes. I hear it all the time. And me, I am your dagger. You know I am your wound." I join in, adding onto his

      The words we sang were truly upsetting. About a boy, a lover, who is aware he's hurting the girl he loves. I couldn't compare any relationship I'd ever been through to those lyrics.

      Although one had always caught my eye: "I didn't really lose you, I just lost it for a while." It was easy to automatically think of the boy I was duetting with when we covered this; for some time now, Toruku has had small feelings for me.

       One of the things that repelled me from a relationship with him was the idea that it would end horribly, and that it would potentially ruin our relationship.

      Not to mention how much drama that would cause for two other unproblematic teenagers who were only trying to make a living off of their talent: Hikishi and Giki.

      But today wasn't about what would happen between the two of us— today was her day.

     "I thought I heard your whisper, it happens all the time." And with that, the song is brought to an ending, followed by my gaze met with the blonde boy.

       "That was, once again, better than before. But I feel as if it's missing something." He explains, as he removed the wooden instrument from his arm and leaned it against the bean bag he sat in.

       Music room 3007 contained the following: I couple of bean bag seats, a coffee table, a vending machine, almost every instrument in existence in an extra storage room, tools used to record and analyze music, and posters + records we kept throughout the years.

       Truth is, music room 3007 wasn't even really a part of the school anymore. Sure, it was still on maps and the district still paid the electricity, cable, and water bill. But barely any students or teachers paid much attention to it, for it was stuffed behind the gyms, which were two large buildings that would block out any view of the smaller one that stood behind it.

      'I hope Sugawara won't have any problem with finding this place.' I think to myself, as I stand from the chair to turn the camera and microphone off.

      We would set up different amps, microphones, and cameras when recording a cover of a song. This time, it was a basic acoustic from 1993, named 'Dagger' by Slowdive.

     After turning it all off, I plop back onto the cushion. "I think we've don't this quite enough times already, 'Ruku. We should upload it already and get on to the second song. I mean, we've been here a whole hour trying to perfect 'Dagger'." I say, removing my uniform's blazer, and throwing it across the coffee table. Next came my tie, and I unhooked the first two small buttons of my white collared shirt. The music room got hot when so many electronics were in use.

     "Maybe you're right. We should probably get onto another song." He replied, running his hands in the bridge of his nose and down his neck.

      I quickly stand up from my chair and stand behind him, leaning onto his shoulders. "I think you're just tired. Are you sure you wouldn't wanna go home?"

      Toruku runs a hand up my arm, patting my shoulder, then sighs heavily. I couldn't imagine how tired he must be after today. His thoughts must've been wearing him down. "Yes, I'm sure. Besides, I don't wanna leave you all alone."

      "No need, Sugawara will help me get home, remember?" I ask him, followed by a moan of protest. It worried me that Sugawara and Toruku most likely wouldn't get along, especially since both seemed so compatible at first.

      Both his hands leave mine and lay in his lap. "And what's with this Suga guy, Y/n? Is he your buddy?" His voice echoed through the band room, stabbing the back of my brain while I think for an answer that wouldn't sound suspicious. I would say no, but who knew what the future could hold.

"I dunno. But he means no harm! At least I think so.." Tired from squatting, I lift to stand on both feet properly. Toruku slides his hand away from my figure and brings it towards his face. It covers his mouth as he once again sighs. "You seem tired after today, Ruku. Is it because of Moku?"

Hopefully, I hadn't overstepped any boundaries with what I had said. Hopefully, I was remotely correct about why he looked so down. "Yeah, it is. I won't act as if it doesn't bother me because I know it bothers you too. Although it's been three years, I still feel very guilty for going on without her."

'At least he knows I'm here with him.' I thought, moving to the bean bag I had been in just a few moments ago. By her, I meant Torukus passed girlfriend, and my best friend: the reason I practically stopped living at the age of fifteen. Honestly, Toruku and I weren't even really that close. I knew her as her boyfriend and he knew me as her best friend. And as close as we were to her, we were never friends. Moku's death only brought us closer to each other, stirring up the beginning of a rock band.

      "I know what you mean. I do. Thankfully, this birthday of hers went better than the last two, wouldn't you say?" I ask, leaning on my elbows that sat on my knees.

      "Definitely. The previous ones all ended up in fights and long makeups. I guess we're just more laid back about it now," He explains, getting up from his seat, and browsing the instruments that were hung on the wall. His fingers wrap around his belt loops as he stands. "I feel bad for getting over her so quickly."

       "I know exactly what you mean. Never forget that I'm right here next to you, Toruku. That we've gotten through this together instead of alone. Although I wish you had talked to me more when it had first happened, I was all alone!" I chuckle at the last part, even if it wasn't funny at all. "I think the life we made out of our relationship has turned out for the better. Look where we are now: moving to American in about a year to sign to a label. Wouldn't she be proud we've gotten so far?"

      "Maybe you're right," Toruku says, leaning against the back wall. His hair danced over his eyes barely, as they stared right at me. "Maybe you should hit up Toru and Hajime, ask how they're doing. They went through this too, you know."

      "Yeah, I know. I haven't because I'm afraid of what they'll say, or if they even say anything at all. They're both a part of a very different social class after all. If anything, I'll probably get a simple thumbs up on my message." My voice grows low, expressing my tiredness from this conversation already.

      Toru and Hajime were two other people that used to be in my friend group with Moku throughout our childhood. Both were loud and expressive and played volleyball, but they were also very kind and friendly towards Moku, Toruku, and me. Once middle school had started, the five of us grew closer and closer by the second. We joined volleyball clubs, hung out at our houses practically every day, and grew popular throughout the years. But once Moku had passed, we all fell apart. She was what held us together after all.

       Both Hajime and Toru decided to go to another high school, and Toruku and I went to another. After that, we hadn't heard a single word from them.

      "It's worth a try, Y/n. We wouldn't want to seem inconsiderate." Toruku says as he pulls out a pack of cigarettes from his pockets, as well as a lighter. After lighting one, the smoke leaves his mouth slowly, as he continues. "I wish you would at least try to make amends between them. You were closer to them than I ever was."

     "I'll try. Just not now."

———

       After another hour of practice with Toruku, the two of us stood silent on our phones while we waited for Sugawara. Something told me that he had gotten lost. Either that, or he just forgot about me, which I wouldn't blame him for.

       But right when I was about to tell Toruku that we should go home, a message from an unknown number had shown up on the top of my phone screen that alarmed me.

      [Text Message: ###-###-####]

Hey, I can't find the music room. It's not on the school campus. Either that, or it's the most invisible classroom ever brought to this school.

     [Reply to ###-###-####]

I'm assuming this is Sugawara? Sorry, I don't have your number saved. If otherwise, the wrong number.

       After the second the message gave me a preview, I fully entered the screen. It had a profile picture, but not a contact name. Although, that was my very first-year-like of me to be irresponsible. [Sugawara] read the title after I'd edited it, and nothing more. Only a few brief messages that we had just sent to each other.

Sugawara

  

Hey, I can't find the music room. It's not on school campus. Either that, or it's the most invisible classroom ever brought to this school.

I'm assuming this is Sugawara? Sorry, I don't have your number saved. If otherwise, the wrong number.

Actually, right number! But seriously... I have no idea where the hell you are. Is it off-campus? I might just cry if I don't figure this out. I've been at it for a solid ten minutes.

Ten minutes?? Damn boy, you could've just asked to meet me in the cafeteria or something. Toruku and I have been waiting here for a while as well.

Sorry!!

No need to apologize.

- you have started sharing your location with {Sugawara}-

Thanks. See you in a bit.

      After discussing where I was hanging, I decided to look more into this saved contact. 'Had I really been so close to him as to have discussions with him?' I think as I decide to read a few more messages above our most recent convo. They only consisted of homework answers, tutoring questions, and a few more comments about school festivals and such. A good ten invites to a volleyball game were stored in there as well. I hadn't realized how much he had meant to me just two years ago. Time flies, taking most of your memories with you.

      A few more moments went by before a knock came upon the room's entrance door, as well as the voice of someone behind it. "Uhm— hello..? Is this the right room?"

     "No, go away," Toruku replies in a deeper, scarier voice as he shuffled towards the door to reveal Sugawara standing there alone with a frightened expression.

      Suga sighed, putting a hand over his chest while he smiled. "That gave me a heart attack." He says, fixing his eyes towards my sitting figure. "Ready to go?"

     I nod, lifting from my seat and stretching out my arms while yawning loudly. "God, I'm tired," I mumble to myself, gathering my bag and the tie and jacket I had taken off, before slowly walking over towards Sugawara. "Isn't it after practice? Shouldn't you be all tired and worked out?"

    "Oh, no. Today was only focused on the new players, which honestly didn't go so well." He explained, finishing with a soft chuckle. Though I could tell it was filled with disappointment, for the way he looked down on the floor was purely depressing.

      But quickly steered the conversation another way to distract him from it; that was the least I could do. "Oh, well, today it was just Toruku and me. But thankfully we just recorded some extra vocals so we didn't have to record the rest of the teams' jobs."

     Sugawara distracts himself, taking small glances around the room as I explain to him what we did. He observes the different colors and pictures on the walls, the furniture we helped ourselves to, and the instruments gathered onto the wall. "It looks quite comfortable in here. To be honest, I'm surprised that the school even lets you decorate this place all by yourselves."

       "They didn't, they just don't know about it. It's quite convenient if you ask me.." I mumble, shuffling from one foot to the other. What I said was no lie, we were truly blessed to have had a room to ourselves here on campus. If it wasn't for the band teacher who had shown it to us, we probably would've spent our practice time in a garage where there's no AC or comfortable floors.

      Meanwhile, Toruku explained to Sugawara the reasoning behind each decoration, I check the timing. It was 6:00 PM, just in time for my mother to get home from work.

      "Should we get going?" I ask the grey-haired boy, as he's brought back to reality. He and Toruku sharply turn, pausing their supposedly intriguing conversation, as he nodded to my question.

       "I guess so. Well, thank you for showing me this place, I never would've discovered it if it wasn't for you two." Sugawara states, bowing towards the blonde boy with a cigar.

      "Alright, I'll catch you later, Y/n. And it was nice meeting you today, Sugawara." After I have a small hug to Toruku and said my goodbyes, Suga and I were out the door.

      Our walk began with the two of us climbing down a few stairs, and jogging towards where the sidewalk actually began. From there on, it was easy getting towards the main part of campus, and walking home would be a piece of cake. For Sugawara, I mean.

       "So, do you walk home every day?" I ask, tightening my hands around my bento box. The silence between us rested heavily on my chest; not a single word left his mouth.

       But it may have been because he was stuck in his own little world, for soon after my question, he blinked his eyes a couple of times and cleared his throat. "Oh, no— not really. I only walk after practice when I stay late. But on free days, like in the morning, I ride the bus."

       Nodding, I explain my way of getting to and from school as well. "Me too. Well, usually my mother would drive me before school even started. Either that or I would ride my skateboard and hide it in some gutter. You know how angry the school gets about skateboards." I laugh, hoping he'd approve of joking with school rules. But knowing Sugawara, he probably already knew I bend some.

       "Ah, yes. That's convenient. But how far did you live before moving into [Neighborhood]? Surely not too far, right?" He questions, looking down at me for an honest answer.

        I widen my eyes at this, making my answer to his questions obvious already. "Uhm.. no! Just a mile and a half away, not a big deal.." My head turns the other way while I giggle at Sugawara's shock. It wasn't a big deal for me at all, I didn't mind getting the few extra steps in the morning. As for him, he must have not had to walk that far every day to understand. I didn't blame him for being so surprised. It wasn't every day you find someone who voluntarily walks that far.

      "Oh— that's.. that's a lot! I'm sorry that you had to do that. It must have been hell! But thankfully you have someone to join you on transportation, right?" Sugawara gives me side-eyes, as a smile appeared on his pale face.

      "Yeah.. you're right." My sentence runs low in the cold, shaking as I shift from the sidewalk to the road. The pavement felt hard and slippery due to the transition from winter to spring, yet it was still freezing outside.

      "You know... it was strange bumping into you today. To be honest, I feel like I'm fifteen again. I think that's just how you make others feel, you know?" My words come out abruptly, but I didn't mind. After today's long day all I wanted was one honest conversation.

     Thankfully, Sugawara felt the same I did. "Spending time with each other must have brought back lots of memories, even if they were small." He says to me, observing the way my feet jumped from the curb to the street.

      The feeling he brought was like a scent from years ago when you're a little kid. Whether you're reading by a window, or running through a meadow, you'd forgotten it ever even tickled your senses.

     "It's kind of strange. Even if we weren't best friends, you still meant a lot to me. I'm wondering whether or not you're still the same, and if that could be brought back." I explain, drawing out my arms to make a tree-like pose while I played hopscotch with the roads. The keychains that hung on my badge made a 'clunk!' noise against the ID, meanwhile, I discussed. "We've both changed so much, Sugawara."

       "You're right, we have. But for the better, you know? I think at the moment I'm mentally healthier than in the past year. And as for you, I think anyone can see that. I don't mean that your time of grief was a mistake, but I'm happy that you've been nicer to yourself."

       "Yeah, me too." My words stutter, interrupted by the loud engine behind me. Sugawara and I quickly turn towards the noise, widening our eyes at how close the vehicle was. Suddenly, an ear-piercing honk is signaled from the driver, and I'm quickly pulled from in front of the car to under a streetlight in one's arms.

       The action is hasty and happened in just a split second, but enough to save me from being run over. Barely comprehending what had just occurred, I freeze in place just like the slippery road. And as the car honks off, I'm left, once again, alone with Suga. Only this time, uncomfortably in his arms.

     Lightning travels down my back once I realize I was being held by a stronger, warmer body. Both my arms were being tightly held by his, and my body barely being separated from his by an inch. I stared right into his eyes, as he did so as well.

     "Y/n, you. you've got to be careful. Be careful."

      Sugawara's words ring in my ears, as I rapidly blink to regain consciousness. Immediately after, a scatter to search for my school bag, which was thrown only a few feet away from me. After retrieving it, I quickly stand onto my feet and turn to Suga, who's already prepared to continue our walk.

      "I'll be careful."

      With that, the two of us continue our journey towards home in silence once more.

      I've gotta be careful with Sugawara.

——

Thanks for coming back to read :) I know my story is crappy but I've only been writing for a little so you could understand why. Please please vote for my chapters, thank you.

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[athenamikaelson]

Tacenda

Ch. 5

Warning ⚠️: swearing.

Uh oh.

I stood frozen in fear playing over all the ways these wolves could rip my body apart. And trust me it wasn't pretty.

"I asked you a question girl."

In my head I could see Damon laughing at me right now. He would save me if I slipped up, right? Probably not.

"Umhm. Macy. My names Macy." I spit out. Who the hell was Macy? "I was hiking up this mountain, started this morning at like 11. And got halfway up the mountain and realized I have no idea where the hell I am going. I thought I was going to die out here until I saw your fire. Thank god right!"

The look the Alpha gave me was not reassuring. He was about to open his mouth until he was interrupted by a brunette woman who looked around my age. Maybe older.

"Jackson leave the poor girl alone."

"Jackson" was about to speak up before the woman let out a low growl. When I saw him back down I realized an alpha wouldn't back down so- ohhhh damn girl power. Good for this chick.

"I'm Hayley. You shouldn't be up this way. It's not safe at nights. Especially on a full moon. Haven't you ever heard of the weird things that happened on full moons."

Bitch I know your a wolf.

"Um well you see my parents aren't very alive. So they never really got to tell me that. But I really didn't mean to stay out this long. You know getting lost does that to a person. Emphasis on lost."

I look back up to meet Hayleys eyes to be shown with what looked to be pity and what I swore could be understanding. But was quickly wiped away once she saw I was staring at her.

Damned dead parents story. Always works.

"Well...um. I'm sure one of my friends here could point you in the right direction of your path." She looks over her shoulder to a dark-skinned man.

"Russo help the poor girl out why don't you." She yells, flashing him a smirk. The look on "Russos" face was nothing short of unimpressed. I flash him a pity smile hoping he'd losen up.

"If it's not too much trouble. I want to be able to make it back to my car before dark." I smile at the once large group that's now losing its size. That's a good thing I believe. Maybe. Idk. I'm just trying not to get eaten.

"Fine. Follow me" He started towards a long table on the corner of the camp site.

As I'm walking I can see many of the younger wolves eyes following me as if they know I'm a danger. I mean I could probably put up a pretty fight but it wouldn't take them all long to over power me. Even with spawn on my side.

Russo looked over his shoulder to make sure I was still catching up. "Do you always walk this slow, or is it just a today thing?" Snark dripping from his lips.

"Are you always a dick or is that just a today thing?" Haha. Wait shit.

Turning over my shoulder I could see the younger wolves holding their breaths waiting for whatever Russo will do to me.

Damnit E can't you just keep your damn mouth shut.

Looking over to Russo I'm met with his blank expression which was held for what seemed like years. Until I saw the corner of his lip perk up followed by a deep hearty laugh.

"Damn girl you could keep a guy on his toes couldn't you?" He laughed out.

Girl or guy ig. I don't really like putting a label on anything. If I like someone I like someone. Boom.

"Ha. Ya. I guess so."

The bitchy look on his face was now replaced by a small smirk as we got to a small table with different maps and trinkets. I tried looking around subtly trying to see if I could find Damon out of the corner of my eye. Of course to my luck that's a no.

"Here," Russo handed me a newish looking map of what must be the mountain, "right now we're here. I'm assuming you parked on the edge of the mountain where most hikers park. Right?"

I honestly had no idea what he's talking about. Hopefully he's not testing me.

"Um ya. I believe so."

"You believe so," uh oh "girl you must've been walking for quite sometime. You can't even remember where you came from." phew.

Russo hands me the map our fingers brushing in the process. A weird shock comes over me. It felt of almost a sort of familiarness. Weird.

From Russos face I can tell I'm not the only one who felt it. His face drops.

"What are you?" Oh no.

"I- I don't know what you mean. I um should really be going before it gets to dark." His face goes dark.

"You're lying who the hell are you?" He seethes out.  He grabs my arm. The sense of familiarity long gone by now.

"I'm going to ask you one more time. Who. Are. You?"

The commotion caused more of the wolves to come over to see what the problem is. Hayley leading them.

"Russo what's going on." Hayley asks walking with Jackson.

"She's not telling us something Hayley. She's not human."

I heard small gasps from the younger wolves.

"I have no idea what you crazy people are talking about. Not human. The hell do you mean like that. I - um am just going to head out now. Um bye. Thanks for the map. I think." I ramble out while walking backwards. Never turn your back on a wolf right? Or is that a bear? 

I feel my foot hit something and I start to fall and am about to embrace the ground until everything stops.

"Falling for me again. Really little witch?" Oh god why couldn't I have just gotten eaten by the wolves.

I look up to be met with Damon's iconic stupid smirk.

"Dick."

"HEY WHY DO U HAVE THE TRANSCRIPT" Jackson yells while running towards us.

"Sorry wish we could continue to discuss. But I have a debt to pay. Good bye mutts." Damon's shoots at them before he rushes us out of there.

Before I know it we're at Damon's convertible. I turn to Damon ready to yell at him until he raises his hands in surrender.

"Don't. I know you're about to yell at me witchy. Just don't. I've had a long day and want to go back to my nice bed and get away from your nagging ok?" BITCH

"EXCUSE ME BITCH IF YOU THINK YOUR JUST GOI"

I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head and everything went dark.

[bts5sosempire]

Freedom

A/n: a couple of things before I start lol, I'm not fluent in German so I Google stuff a lot 😂😂 so if you see them please pardon me. Plus this was in the draft for soooooo long that I just wanna kms cuz I forgot about it. Another thing I don't approve this kind of behavior too.

Pairing: Yandere! Kim Taehyung x Reader

Content: implied stuff, horror, scheme, manipulation, etc.

Words: 2,135

Prompt: “What's the different of give and take?”

Maybe it had been days? No, maybe it was weeks? Months or even a year? You don't know anymore, staying in this dark basement have deprived you of any human contact and light from the outside world. The chains shackling your ankles is enough proof to say that you were confined. Bruises formed around them long enough to tell that they were marred there. The entity.

Oh, how you long to be free.

Your story is a variance of like how Icarus had flown to close to the sun.

Instead of your wings burning off, it was your freedom and dignity taken. Two things that were given to you at birth. You would do anything to have them back. But in this, can you? If you can't, maybe in rebirth?

Many questions swirl in your head, enough to paralyze your thought.

But the sound of the heavy door caught your attention. The hair on your neck stands up instantly, as a horrible shiver ran throughout your entire body. This is enough to cause epilepsy. A small whimper made pass your lips, as you try to make yourself small as possible by scooting closer to the corner and hide from him. However, nowhere is safe from him.

Taehyung will find you no matter what.

Horrible fate isn't?

“Good morning,” his voice rang throughout the small space you were confined in, “I hope you're doing alright?”

Alright, wouldn't be the word you'd use in this situation you were in. It was more like killing you slowly and taking away your sanity little by little. Pieces of you being strip away and barring nothing but your skeleton and your vulnerable naked heart in front of him.

And that is something Taehyung prefer to keep it that way. Kind of mess up if you ask yourself about it. But he's the definition of that two words, ‘mess up’.

Your silence disturbs him.

“Why aren't you answering me?” he took a step and this cause you to recoil back into the corner tightly as possible. This causes him to stop in his steps. You fear to look at him right now, he may look harmless but that night—on that day—proved how dead wrong you were. You never have seen a person who smiles from joy by hurting others and in a slow torture style.

“You're that scared of me?” The words seem to lose their kindness in them. His hands start shaking uncontrollably. Breath getting ragged. The next thing causes the blood in your veins to burst with fear. He was crackling a burst of laughter, enough to haunt your mind for your entire being. Taehyung doesn't or maybe he does know, the things he does (to you) would be a tattoo in your mind. His hand made a slow movement to his waist and pull something, as a glint was shown in the dimly light basement.

“Let's play a game shall we?” he chuckles, and you whimper out of fear. Taehyung twirls the knife in his hand as he scrapes the tip of it against the brick pillar. The sound of two different elements making contact comes closer to your ears unpleasantly. You turn away and grip the hem of the tattered shirt, this time crying. You hate this, you want nothing to do with this any longer!

“Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, catch a tiger by the toe. If he hollers, let him go, eeny, meeny, miny, moe.” Taehyung voice stop abruptly and you bite your whimpers, in fact, you feel his presence just mere inches away, “My mother told me to pick the very best one, and that is YOU.” those words hit your ears with a strong shiver of horror. Tensing up, the tip of the knife trail up your back like water in reverse motion. But his trailing was very careful.

“If you win, you get to go free and I won't ever pursue you again.” His voice was low and eerie. The trailing stops in between your shoulder blades and stays there. “But if you lose, you will accept me wholly and be part of my life. How does that sound?”

Your silence was all he needs now, whether you like it or not.

.

Taehyung had made you ‘play find the treasure’, around the house there were three specific items he wants it to be found and you already found one of them.

The discovery was gruesome. It was his first victim already decayed body in the Iron Maiden. A key was stuck to its mouth, and you almost retch at the sight of it. The smell of death was strong in the room, even blood that was supposed to be washed away was stained there. He wants you to fetch the key from its mouth. You were hesitant about getting it, but if it means freedom from this hell-hole.

You are all in.

The second item was a code, but it was in a room filled with advanced math and equations, but you can make out the scribbles of white and red overlapping with each other. There were papers already prepared there. Like Taehyung already had planned this all along, since there were layers of dust coated the papers and desk.

You thought you were going crazy for a second as you saw repeated math equations, but you weren't. Taehyung did that on purpose. At first, you weren't sure of your going to get out if all the numbers are right since, you added them, subtract, multiply and even divide them but it doesn't make any sense at all! You were getting frustrated. What were you doing wrong?

Letting out a frustrated sigh, there was something bothering you. Taking a look at the ceiling and around you, there were more whites than red in the room. And the highest number you achieve was 27. The inner corner of your brows knitted together and you grab all the papers scattered around you. You had color coded them. There was a letter you had scribble next to the number when you had the answer. On each and one of them.

Looking around the room one more time, there was something laying in a forgotten corner. The paper folded neatly. You went over there and pick it up.

Unfolding it, it was only the alphabet letters. But it does make sense to you now. Each number represents an alphabet letter. You grab the papers that were filled with scribbles and jot down a letter next to them. But the red is more apparent than the white ones.

Freiheit ist nights, aber in Narrenwunsch.

You recognize it was in German.

But whatever it means, it's going to aid you in your freedom.

Running out of the room, you went to find the final piece of treasure.

.

Taehyung watches from the cameras in an unknown room, as he successfully saw you retrieve the key. He was neither anxious nor impatient, instead, he was rather very calm.

You were intriguing his mind more, very compatible. All he needs is to get you to join him is his misfortune and mischief, by ruling his side like the person he needed in this reign he's going to take over.

“Oh? She already solved it.” A small chuckle reverberates from his vocal cords. It didn't take long for you to solve the problems.

.

You run past the living room where you were supposed to be in there like fifteen minutes ago and you came back to find a computer hook up in cables and cords, as its links to a double door. Something made your skin crawl, it's not the cold air in this dark place. It's like you're being watched.

Making a small step at the bright computer, your eyes wince at the contrast. There was a question written on the computer screen.

What is freedom?

You type in the letters and press enter, and a click resonates around the room. The heavy doors open with a loud cry upon forces.

Everything in you pause for a moment.

A gust of strong wind push through the small gap of the door, you feel it rustle pass your unkempt self. Light peers through the dark room, making the darkness scramble away as it was eaten up. A breath of amazement escapes your lips, as you saw the landscape you were surrounded with. Wildflowers bloom everywhere, a giant lake down below the field, mountains far away with snow decorating their top.

Shaking your head, you cut off your thought. You need to get out of here!

Without wasting a moment, you set foot outside and it feels like many centuries have passed since you last visited the outside world. The rush of adrenaline filled you with excitement. A smile made on your dry lips. You pick up your speed and run towards the no path field of flowers.

Petals float in the air as your legs hit the wildflowers. The sun warms against your skin.

But the sound of a gunshot cut you short your freedom as you halt all movements. All feeling of happiness and childish self-flew away from you as fear regrips your heart again. You turn around and saw Taehyung there with a gun pointed in the air with a cynical smile. He then pointed it at you.

“Your freedom must've tasted good because it didn't last long.”

“You said you would let me go.” Your voice came out raspy because of the lack of use.

“But I didn't promise you though.” He comes close to you. Your legs start to buckle in fear and anxiety. “This was merely a lesson for you.”

“What?” Anger surge through you, like a breath of disbelief, filling your lungs.

“You know what ‘Freiheit ist nights, aber in Narrenwunsch’mean (Name)?” His terrifying eyes bore into your orbs, that look is enough to make your body lock under pressure, but you refuse to fall under his gaze. “It means freedom is nothing, but a fool's wish’. You get it to don't you? I let you escape like this to tell you how easy it is to take and give freedom. The words give and take are no different since they are so close to each other.” Taehyung closes the proximity. His hand went to capture your wrist with his one hand and twist them around your back. He pulls you close to him, chest to chest. This makes you struggle in his vice grip.

“Since taking away your dignity didn't break you enough, I would have to break your ambitions, your hope, your everything, and even the light that glimmer in your eyes.” The gun in his hand came dangerously close to you, as he traces the cool tip of the gun right down the side of your face. He leans his face close to you, just inches apart. “I will make you depend on me for the rest of your life. Want to hear a term for that? It's called Stockholm Syndrome. With enough deprivation of human contact, you will become eventually paranoid and start begging for my attention, then I'll make you learn how to love me.”

“You're sick!”

“I don't appreciate being called mentally ill (Name) after all, I'm not the one who killed their family and was label that.”

A snarl emits from your lips, as your anger override your emotions to think properly and words blurt out. “You think throwing the crime on me would make me come running towards you and kiss your feet? Instead, this made me hate you with a fiery passion that I run away and you're the one who came chasing after me instead! In fact, I appreciate if they killed me off sooner I wouldn't have to deal with your psychotic-”

A hand had made contact with your face. And you were shocked that Taehyung had just backhanded you! You bite your lower bleeding lip. “You don't mean it, you don't know what you're talking about. You don't hate me, you love me. Say that you love me.” Taehyung commanded the last sentence with the gun pointed under your jaw.

You give him a hard stare for a good few seconds before closing your eyes awaiting death if you don't answer.

“Open your eyes and say that you love me! Say it!” Taehyung tugs you.

Refusing to open your eyes, and the metallic metal was removed from your chin as you were pushed to the ground as the air was knocked out from your lungs. You open your eyes and saw him loom over you. There weren't any emotions shown on his face.

.

On that field, Taehyung was nothing more than an animal mask with the essence of the devil himself as he takes you there. He retook your everything.

[mrsedmercer]

Steamy Love (Tom Hiddleston x Reader) Part 12: ~Leg Day~

Summary: You watch High-Rise for the first time, though Tom is more focused on you rather than the screen.

Warnings: Potential spoilers for High-Rise, slightly lemoney

Read it on my Wattpad: @/HiddlesStar

Word count: 2'469

Tags: @theoneanna @midnightdragonzero @drakesfiance @kcd15 @ihthr @deviantsendbyreallife

The first couple minutes of High-Rise were a little weird to follow, but they at least made sense. The beginning was already a bit of a roller coaster, seeing a somewhat scruffy Tom in dirty formal clothes, walking about the High-Rise as his voice narrated about the character he was playing. Laing. "I'm guessing you're Robert Laing.." You spoke, glancing at Tom, who gave you a soft nod. You were one to commentate somewhat if you were watching a movie with someone, especially if you know they've seen it before. You instantly smiled when you saw that white dog appear on screen, Tom visibly pouting. He knew what was about to be shown. "Awe, that's a good boy.." You spoke as Laing pet the dog on screen. Too soon.

Your smile immedietly disappeared as it cut to Laing slowly cooking a piece of the dogs leg, the covered corpse in the background. "He killed the fucking dog!" You gasped, hearing Tom let out a chuckle. You turned to him. "Why are you laughing? You killed that poor dog!" You asked him, but you were kind of smiling. "That's not me! That's Laing!" He pointed at the screen. You jokingly shook your head at him, hearing him chuckle again.

The next couple minutes were just visuals. Laing checking out his apartment, his blinking eyes, his boxes being brought to his room, etc., all while classical music was being played. You understood this was supposed to be an artsy film, so you kept an open mind. Ah, and here comes the famous magazine scene, with nearly all of Tom's physical features in plain view. Damn, he looked amazing. You couldn't help but stare at the screen, even though you've seen him like this before. It's odd to think that, but it's true.

"Captivated?.." Tom spoke from beside you. You noticed he had moved a little closer to you. You didn't mind. You looked back at him with a blush. "I'm watching a movie. That's all."

"Mm. You are. Very closely, it seems.." Tom teased, taking a sip of his drink while keeping his eyes on you. You playfully rolled your eyes and looked back at the screen. Gorey stuff for you is usually a hit or miss. There are days where it doesn't bother you, and days where it makes you tear up. The scene with Laing practically breaking open a skull at work made you a little uneasy, glancing away whenever you could. "Laing is a pretty hardcore guy, huh?" You spoke with a smirk. "I suppose so, yes.." Tom nodded with a little smile. The party scene introduced you to the pregnant woman. She seemed like the most normal woman in the film so far. Laing seemed to get absolutely besotted at the party, eventually being pulled away by Charlotte, the brown haired lady, out to the terrace. "Oh shit, they're definitely gonna fuck." You muttered, making Tom chuckle again. He didn't make a comment this time. He was simply waiting, practically watching you more than the film. He was entertained by your commentary and reactions.

The dream sequence with Laing dancing with all of the women down the hall made you laugh. It really made you wish you had read the book beforehand, though maybe it was better going into this film completely blind. "Are all of your dreams like this?" You asked Tom, seeing him smile. "It wasn't my idea to dance with them. The director made me do it." He admitted. That just made you laugh more. "This movie is fucking great so far." You admitted. "Oh, just you wait.." Tom grinned. "It gets better."

The next couple minutes of the film went by like a bit of a blur. You got a little happy seeing the dog again, but frowned when you remembered what happens to it. "Its really hard for me to like Laing, knowing he kills the dog.." You admitted, glancing at Tom for a moment. "Give it time.." Tom smirked, making you wince a bit before looking back at the screen. Laing was just finishing up with talking to some old guy that had supposedly built the tower, just approaching the 20 minute mark of the film.

That's when it really got interesting.

Laing and Charlotte were suddenly back on the terrace, completely...enraptured. Your eyes widened. They were talking, yes, but...against the terrace? Really? You were speechless. Normally, you'd try to be humorous with scenes like these, but since it was Tom, you were completely speechless. Not a single sound left your lips. All you could do was watch, completely ignoring the characters conversation, just listening to Laing's breathy moans and deep voice, watching him move with Charlotte. God, you know it's just Tom acting, but it was so...alluring. So captivating.

They moved to the table after a moment, starting to feel your cheeks and your thighs get a little warm. Was this really arousing you? "Can you write me a script for sleeping pills?" Charlotte asked Laing. They were both panting. She's a pretty good actress, too. "No.." Laing spoke in a low growl, pinning Charlotte down on the table and beginning to kiss down her lower thighs. His voice was so attractive. You nearly remembered that voice ringing in your own ear just a day or two ago. Seeing him like this just made you imagine the 2 of you together. You had completely forgotten that Tom himself was sitting right beside you, though he wasn't watching the screen as intensely as you were. He wasn't watching the screen at all. "Then tell me how your sister died.." Charlotte spoke. That nearly broke you into laughter, making you cover your mouth somewhat.

"Charlotte, no!.." You chuckled "You don't--you don't say that when a man is--" You started giggling, running your fingers through your hair. "What the fuck, Charlotte. That's not arousing.." Tom laughed a bit as well, watching you continue to stare at the screen. What really got you was when the scene really got graphic, Laing lifting Charlotte's legs up, his hips clearly bucking up against hers, showing pleasure in both of their faces. You were speechless again, watching with great interest. Your eyes had visibly darkened, not that you noticed. Tom sure noticed it, though.

You couldn't help but laugh when Charlotte's son interrupted them. Laing didn't even get to finish. "Okay, hold on.." You grabbed the remote and paused the film shortly after that scene was over, Tom letting out another chuckle. "Too much?" He asked, nudging you some. "I feel like I just watched your leaked sex tape.." You admitted with a laugh. "Jesus christ, are we gonna have to do that leg day shit? When we film?"

"Leg day?" Tom repeated, smiling humorously. "Yeah, with the legs going up like that?" You smiled "Is that what you call that position?" Tom asked before beginning to laugh. You lightly pushed him as he laughed, beginning to chuckle yourself. The laughter helped you mask the clear arousal you were feeling. You nearly felt ashamed for getting aroused over a scene like that, but it was Tom Hiddleston for fucks sake. The same man that's sitting next to you.

The rest of the movie was, once again, a rollar coaster. Characters were dying or completely losing their minds. Everything got much more sleazier. Laing even ended up getting with the pregnant woman, while she was still pregnant. That really grossed you out, though hearing Laing suddenly say "I'm cumming." Just before the scence ended almost made it all worth it. Tom really played this role well, that's for damn sure.

You watched the rest of the movie with constant confusion. It was really hard to keep up with everything, but the jokes you and Tom made throughout it made it a little easier to watch. Once it was over, you paused it and let out a little chuckle.

"Well? How was that?" Tom asked you with a curious smile.

"Ah man, that was...an experience.." You admitted with a chuckle. "I am forever going to keep 'tell me how your sister died' as an inside joke."

Tom let out a chuckle. "I think your 'leg day' comment is even better. That's what I'm calling that position from now on."

"Have you used that position often, then?" You asked him, getting up to help clean up.

A slight chuckle of embarrassment left him as he took out the CD of the film.

"Perhaps.." He admitted. "Have you?"

"You mean have I been in it?" You asked with a smirk. "How often do you think I've had sex?"

Tom shrugged. "You mean you've never been in that position?"

"I've had the one leg up, but not both." You admitted, keeping your smirk. He was the one that had your one leg up, when you had shared a bed.

Tom must've remembered that too, because he smirked back at you.

"Ah, I see.." He gave you a slight purr, picking up the empty cups and bowls, bringing them to the kitchen. The little things he did just to be flirtatious drove you insane, in many ways.

You followed him into the kitchen to help him do the dishes.

"How would you rate the film?" Tom asked you, drying and putting away the dishes while you cleaned them.

"A solid 6, maybe..." You admitted "6 out of 10, though I think our jokes made it funnier, and your acting was...entertaining."

"That's the word you choose to use, hm?" Tom teased. "'Entertaining'.."

"Yes. What word would you choose?" You glanced at him, tilting your head.

"Well...must I comment on how intensely you were staring at the screen?" Tom grinned. "Staring luridly, might I add.."

"Well, you looked rather good in the film. How could I not?" You admitted

"Well..." Tom set down one of the plates he was drying, turning to you. You set one of the dishes back in the sink, backing up somewhat as Tom backed you up against the kitchen counter.

"You can stare at me all you'd like. I'm right here.." He purred, just barely pressing up against you, practically pinning you against the counter.

You gazed up at him, seeing the darkness in his own eyes. The way he looked at you always made you feel wild inside. You've certainly never seen anyone else look at you this way.

"Anytime?.." You asked, seeing him grin down at you.

"Anytime.." He purred, gazing down at heatidly. "We'll be living in the same house for quite some time. Mind as well have a bit of fun.." His hands sneakingly moved to rest on your hips, leaning down so your noses just barely touched.

"Just the two of us, right?.." You asked, your hands gently moving to his chest, toying with the front of his shirt.

"Oh, I don't share..." Tom nodded his head with a smirk. "If you give yourself to me the way you have, you're mine." That last bit came out as a deep growl, his hands sneaking under your shirt to feel your bare hips. His touch always made you tense up. You couldn't help it sometimes.

"G-Good.." You breathed with a soft blush, glancing down at his chest, then looking back up into his dark blue eyes.

He pulled you close by your hips, leaning down to connect your lips once again. Your hands wrapped around his neck, the kiss already rather heated. He slipped his tongue into the kiss, a soft moan escaping you. His hands moved down to your legs, encouraging you to jump. You jumped up on to the counter behind you, feeling him come closer and wrap your legs around his waist. He couldn't press up against you completely with you up on the counter, but he kept you close as you continued to kiss him. He pulled back after a moment and moved to start ravishing your neck. You gripped his back somewhat, a soft moan escaping you as he began sucking at the skin.

His phone started going off in his back pocket, making him pull back with a slight huff. He pulled out his phone, smirking to himself. "It's the director...I have to take this, I'm sorry..." Tom spoke, pulling away from you. You gave a soft smile, hopping off the counter.

"I'll be in my room, if you need me.." You winked, just barely grazing by him, his hand lightly brushing against your hip as you walked away. You could practically feel his heated gaze watch your swinging hips leave before answering the phone call.

You couldn't hear the phone call once you had closed your bedroom door, blushing to yourself. The way he looks at you and holds you makes it feel like a dream once it's all over.

You glanced at your reflection before your cheeks went red. You moved closer to the mirror, spotting the hickey just by the back of your neck. It wasn't too noticable, but if someone was looking at you for quite a while they would definitely see it. Damn it! You and Tom literally start shooting for the film in the next day or so, and now he's given you a visible hickey. You hoped you could cover it up with makeup.

Tom came into your room after a couple minutes, leaning against the open door frame.

"We start filming tomorrow morning. We have to be at the set for 8am." Tom spoke.

"You gave me a hickey." You smirked, seeing a small smile spread along his lips.

"And?" He asked.

"And...we start filming tomorrow..." You repeated what he said earlier. "What am I supposed to say on set with a big hickey on my neck?"

"You don't have to answer to anyone." Tom shrugged, moving into the room. You couldn't help but smile, despite feeling a little nervous.

"Do you think anyone will find out? Offset, I mean.." You gave a slight pout.

"No one knows where we're filming.." Tom replied. "If any paparazzi or fans show up anytime during filming, it certainly won't be this week. The hickey will be gone by then."

You let out a slight sigh of relief, smiling a bit. "I know my constant concern is probably annoying. I just know how much you hate rumours and shit.."

"It's not annoying. The paparazzi are bloody annoying.." Tom admitted, gently taking one of your hands. "Your concern is heartwarming.." You smiled up at him, quietly leaning up to peck his lips. He smiled more, his hands moving to your hips once more.

"Now, where were we?..." Tom purred with a dark grin, a snicker escaping as he lifted you up once more. You let out a giggle as he carried you to your bed.