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strawb3rryw00 · 3 years

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Late Night ♡ woo wonjae x female reader

warnings -> swearing

synopsis -> y/n works hard in her studio day and night and begins to worry her boyfriend who works right next door.

fluff and some suggestive shit.

also there’s a little bit of jay park x reader in here too

~♡~

4:25 am.

You let out a long sigh, slamming your computer shut after listening to your track. You had recently joined AOMG as their youngest member. You were a prodigy, having only been rapping for a year when Jay saw you performing at a small show just two years ago. No one in the company had a doubt in your skill, all of them praising you highly on the single you released after joining.

But you were a perfectionist. And you were determined to prove to everyone that your talent was undeniable. You were labeled as the hidden ace of AOMG by a magazine company after a special performance at one of Simon D’s concerts.

Your lyrical abilities and flow were unmatched by most artists in the game. You had a unique musical and physical style which caused you to have a large fan base, doubling in size when AOMG confirmed your relationship with Woo Wonjae, another artist under the label.

You were featured on his album, his fans becoming yours after hearing your talent paired with his.

But that only made you put more pressure on yourself.

You’ve locked yourself in your studio for days on end. Wanting to get your first full length album utterly perfect for your fans, the company, and yourself. You’ve gone days without sleeping or eating, earning the worry of your label mates.

Just three hours ago Jay was in your space lecturing you. He made sure to take care of every artist under him, checking up on them despite his busy schedule. While having two companies and multiple rappers and vocalists under his labels, you were the one he was always most worried about.

“Y/N man,” He spoke to you casually in english. “I love your drive and effort, but you need to go home sometime tonight.”

You frowned, pausing your song you had played. “But Jay,” You rolled up your sleeves and exposed your tattooed arms. “I’m just trying-“

“I know what you’re trying to do.” Jay cut you off, his tone a little harsh. He hated talking to you like that, but it’s what you needed. “Your friends? They snitch on you. Especially your little boy next door,” He referred to Wonjae, who was probably working away in his studio as well.

Since your boyfriend was also an artist, he understood your mindset and left you alone due to your request. Of course you guys still talked and spent time together, yet it was minimal during this time.

“I should not have to hear that you’re in here day and night. I gave you the full fucking luxury studio as a gift, thinking you’d take care of yourself. But youre basically living here. The shower is for occasional late nights y/n,” Jay furrowed his eyebrows at you, standing up and sighing. “I’ll force you to move to a smaller one, don’t think I wont.”

Jay opened his arms for you to stand up and hug him, which you did. He held you tightly, resting his head on yours and sighing again. “You stress me out. I better hear that you’ve gone home by tomorrow afternoon.” He says sternly, pulling away and looking at you.

“And you better fucking eat babe,” He always spoke to you in a friendly manner but it was never flirty. He genuinely cared for you and the other artists. And it was normal for you both to use babe in a casual manner. Despite his lecturing and the wide age gap, you both were very good friends.

“I will,” You smiled at him, pulling your phone out to find something to order.

He exits your studio and you sigh, sitting down on the couch you added. Your studio felt more like home than your apartment. You decorated it as such, even adding a cat tower for when you have your feline roomie with you, which is usually always because you don’t like leaving the ginger cat alone all the time.

After he left you went back to working diligently. You had finished three songs in the five months you’ve been working on the album. You didn’t have an actual deadline but you knew your fans were waiting. You had several features you wanted on this album as well. Hoody has been waiting for you to finish your part of this song so she can add her magical vocals to it. But you hadn’t quite found what you were missing from it.

Your phone lit up, a message from Jay on it. ‘I have your location ma’am’ The message read, earning a laugh from you.

‘lol’ you respond, setting your phone back down. You look at your lock screen and smile. It’s a picture of you and Woo that a fan took of you both performing on stage together. It was the first time you performed with him after it being confirmed you both were dating. In the picture you’re rapping to the crowd, squatted down a little and Wonjae is looking at you with the happiest look plastered on his face.

At the thought of your lover you decide it’s time to take a break. You get up and stretch, hearing your back pop, slipping back on your slides. You tend to stay in your socks while working, it’s more comfortable to you.

You walk out the studio and next door, smiling as you read your boyfriends name on the door. You walk in without knocking, knowing he never minds.

He’s in the booth, rapping his verse to Kunst, who looks at you with tired eyes. You stand behind his chair, resting your hands on his shoulders and giving them a slight squeeze while listening to your boyfriend.

You could listen to him rap all day. His deep voice was so beautiful in your ears. “Are you about to leave?” Kunst asks you. “Jay told us to make sure you leave.”

You shake your head. “Not yet.” You say, earning a sigh from the taller male.

Wonjae exits the booth, his eyes lighting up when he sees you. “Ahh finally taking a break mm?” His arms wrap around your shoulders and pull you close. You inhale his scent, closing your eyes in comfort. He doesn’t let you go, and holds you while talking to his friend.

“Imma head out, you did good.” Kunst gets his things together and pats you on the head before wishing you both farewell and leaving.

Wonjae kisses the top of your head and yawns. “Let’s eat baby,” He says softly. You nod and slide your hands under his shirt and run your fingers along his back, his favorite thing.

“I missed you,” You say into his chest, still with your eyes closed. He chuckles, his hand resting on the back of your neck while his fingers play with the few pieces of hair that fall from your bun.

“I missed you too, you been busy huh?” He pulls away slightly to look down at you. You meet his eyes and give him a tired smile which he returns.

“Yea you could say that.” He laughs at your answer which is music to your ears.

Now having been in his arms you don’t want to return to your studio for the day. You really did miss him but work is very important to you.

Wonjae sits down in the chair his friend was occupying previously and pulls you into his lap. Your legs hang over one arm while your back rests against the other. You lean into him, his arms sliding around you once more and pulling you closer. You tuck your head into his neck and relax to the sound of his deep breaths.

“It’s almost 6 am,” Wonjae hums, his fingers tracing the outlines of the tattoos on your exposed arm. “I’m tired.” He sighs. You know he’s hinting that you guys should leave, especially after Jay having said something.

“Me too,” You admit, placing a gentle kiss on his jaw and yawning. “Let’s go.” You add, reluctantly leaving his lap.

He stares at you a little shocked. “You’re finally listening huh? I’m impressed.” He stands up as well, laughing when you hit his arm.

“Go get your things jagi,” He waves you off.

After getting your things and your kitty, you lock up your studio and meet by his while he locks up as well. He smiles at you, sliding his bag on his shoulders and wrapping his arm around your shoulders while you both make your way to the parking garage.

“Let’s go get some early food and then go to my place yea?” Wonjae offers, guiding you to his car. “Ron can come with us and play with my babies,” He refers to your cat that you named after the ginger wizard.

You nod, getting in the passenger seat in his car and setting Ron on your lap. You inhale the comforting smell of his car, not having been in his car nor outside for a week now.

Wonjae drives down the empty road to a restaurant near his apartment that’s open early on weekdays. His hand rests just above your knee, his index finger reaching out to pet the cat on your lap. “No work talk today.” He says, looking at you as he parks. “You’re taking a break.” You smile, loving how he already knows how you are.

After you fill your stomachs, you’re on the way to his home. Even more tired now that you’ve ate. Once parked, he grabs his bag as well as yours and leads you into the building and up to his apartment. Unlocking the door, he rests his hand on your back to usher you in where you set Ron down while slipping your feet out of your shoes.

Ron immediately mingles with Wonjae’s three cats who make their way over to the two of you, the four of them following you to Wonjae’s room.

“Do you want to shower with me?” Wonjae asks softly, cupping your cheek into his hand and rubbing the pad of his thumb along the bone. You lean into his touch, kissing his palm. “Yes please.”

“Okay, I’ll go start it.” He rushes to the bathroom and you hear the water being started. You undress yourself, throwing the clothes in the basket he has in the corner of his room. Once you’re completely stripped you push open the bathroom door where you see Wonjae beginning to take off his clothes as well.

After sliding off his shirt he looks at you and smirks. “Mmm,” He hums, pulling you closer to him by your hips. “I missed looking at this.” He leans down and places a kiss on your neck, licking a stripe to your ear and flicking your lobe with the tip of his tongue. It sends a shiver down your spine, your eyes closing in bliss.

He knows your body like the back of his hand, he cherishes every piece of you. He looks at you, smiling. “I’ll fuck you later,” He kisses your lips, lingering for a moment before pulling away.

He finishes undressing and you both get into the shower. He hugs you under the warm water much like he did while you were in his studio but this time it’s much more intimate due to the skin to skin contact. Your breasts press against him, head tucked into his neck. The warm water cascades down your body, causing you to grow tired.

After you both wash up, you find yourself clad in his hoodie and sweats that are just a little big. Wonjae waits for you on the bed, the four cats finding their way to join him. He lays on his back, scrolling through his phone.

You crawl into the bed, snuggling into his side with your head resting on his shoulder. He immediately puts his phone down and rolls over on his side to wrap his arms around you too pull you closer. You feel him breathing in your scent, his legs pushing to get in between yours.

“Jay isn’t letting you back into the studio until tomorrow and I’m forcing you to lay with me all day .” Wonjae mumbles.

You laugh a little, feeling grateful to have such caring people in your life. “Your album can wait for a day. I’ve missed you.” He adds, pulling you even closer to him.

You both fall silent, your eyes closing. You’ve never felt more content and comfortable than how you do now. You feel one of the cats snuggle into your back and purr against you.

“Wonjae,” You began, earning a hum from the half asleep man. “I love you,”

His hand slides under your shirt and gently scratches your back. “I love you.” He says, resting his hand on the small of your back.

You find yourself slowly falling asleep. You know you’re going to be asleep for the whole day and you’re honestly looking forward to it. Especially with Wonjae and the cats.

He’s right, your album can wait.

~♡~

lol i had to write another for wonjae. it’s so hard for me to find fics for him so i jus been writing my own.

#woo wonjae fluff #woo wonjae #aomg woo #aomg reactions #aomg drabbles #aomg imagines #aomg scenarios #woo fluff #woo wonjae smut #woo wonjae scenarios #woo wonjae drabbles #woo wonjae imagines #woo wonjae x reader #woo wonjae tattoos #aomg x reader

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backtoyuta · 3 years

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NCT 127: How they would be as coworkers in a shitty office

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❁ [Taeil] King of the welcome wagon; If it was your first day working in a small dinky business, Taeil will make it his sole responsibility to make the environment as inviting as possible. After all, the business wasn't some glamorous well known company, nor was it an exciting new start up, so Taeil made it his mission to paint the office as pretty as he could before you could decide if the job was too boring to keep. If you ask any of his co-workers they'll tell you nobody put him in charge of welcoming the newbie, but it seemed everybody but you noticed him do a double take at the receptionist's desk where you waited to be shown around. Soft moments included him making you a coffee every time he left to make his own, making a point of clearing a little space in the communal fridge for your lunch and hanging around while trying to maintain a respectful distance in case you had any queries so he could be the first to answer them. If you were low-key dreading your first day, you kinda forget about the nerves quickly because of his kindness and tells you cheerfully "See, we don't bite." Will make sure you have everything you need, down to the last sticky note and ball point pen, and smiles bashfully at you when you go to thank him.

❁ [Johnny] cheesy office romance; It was quite impressive really, the fact that Johnny managed to unlock every single office romance cliche you could think of and he wasn't subtle about it either. Though there was no policy really about dating co-workers, the whole situation was a tiny bit embarrassing given the blatant flirting from the titan walking around in his shirt and tie, always throwing devilish smiles from over the photocopier. Even if his desk was miles away from yours, there would always be an excuse to stroll by your work space to drop off some paperwork personally, or remind you of the meeting happening in the afternoon despite the email reminder going around. Johnny really put his bladder through it since he now took too frequent trips to the water cooler that was so conveniently placed next to your desk. The whole office gagged when you finally agreed to go for drinks after work. The hours were spent buying each other pints and admiring him with his tie loosened and shirt sleeves rolled up, revealing the delicate tattoos that decorated the skin there before calling it a night and letting him kiss you on your porch after walking you home. You kind of became the height of office gossip, which Johnny thrived in, but you couldn't really be mad when you were dating that tall glass of water after all.

❁ [Taeyong] The receptionist with first aid training; Stapling your finger was embarrassing enough, imagine the heat flooding your cheeks when the receptionist appears at your desk clutching the first aid kit, big kind eyes glancing at your finger empathetically. Taeyong was the first face you saw when you walked through the door, that alone making a wonderful first impression, also he was a very diligent worker. He never made a fuss when you asked him to fax something, make a memo or photocopy, and when you had to ring the office because you left your keycard and needed to be let in, he laughed that off with you too while assuring that it happened all the time. On the blasted day you aimed the stapler at your paper but instead caught your finger, Taeyong was the first to perk from behind his desk at your exclamation of "Ow!" and was by your side before you knew it. He apologised profusely at the sting of an anti-bacterial wipe and wrapped your finger gingerly in a plaster, his chair scooted towards you and your knees bumping occasionally. You were pretty sure every female in the office was crushing on him and you were one of many, but you couldn't help the blush when you received a private IM chat asking if you wanted to get coffee after work: "Date? :)" he wrote at the end of the message. You wasted no time typing on your computer a reply, sneaking a glance at his face from behind the desk and exchanging a smile before looking busy once again.

❁ [Yuta] The guy that lowkey terrified you; Yuta was the co-worker that, whether it was on purpose or not, pushed you away with sheer intimidation and sinfully good looks. When you first encountered him in the office you were sure he was a model undercover, and when that was debunked you were sure he must have had a much higher level and higher paying job than you. His presence read corporate, the cologne you sometimes caught a whiff of smelt expensive and you could easily picture him in a big leather chair in a tall glass building barking orders at people. What surprised you was behind the intimidating aura, lay the humility of any of your other co-workers. All it took was one painfully awkward conversation in the break room and with the power of pointless small talk you learnt that his weekend plans didn't involve a modelling side hustle like you expected, but rather being a homebody, watching animated movies and cooking dinner for one instead. When you did finally enter an established relationship with him, expect impulsive moments like being tugged into the copier room so he can press his lips to yours and run his hands through your hair, or intense staring contests when other male co-workers demanded your attention. Overall, he was terrifying, but his redeemable qualities involved making dates after work so you had something to look forward to, buying your favourite cake during office parties and volunteering to do overtime with you so you would always be entertained.

❁ [Doyoung] The manager that scares you shitless; For the position of local branch manager, Doyoung exuded way more power and intimidation than what was probably warranted. Maybe that was why he managed to get the branch performing so well, everybody dreaded being called into his office for "friendly chitchat" after making a small mistake. When you first arrived, you steered as clear from him as possible, only venturing near his office when absolutely needed. What you didn't see was the way he would watch you intently in your little office nook, always appreciating how hard you worked and how cute you looked in your office get-up. You often squirmed at the amount of eye-contact he gave you when he ran meetings and you would glance around to see if anyone else was experiencing the same thing. Nope, just you. When he did call you into his office that one time you were quaking in your shoes. You had already convinced yourself you were fired before you had even reached his office door, but the feeling was replaced soon enough with confusion when he did eventually speak to you. "I just wanted to ask... would you be interested in.... this corporate training program?" He rushed. My god, your boss was just as awkward as the next bumbling guy. It would be a while before he asked you on an official date, dinner for two, also quite a bit of paperwork to fill out with HR, but you would come to realise his icy exterior wasn't all that icy when he wasn't in work-mode.

❁ [Jaehyun] The temp that never left; Jaehyun was fresh from university, now venturing into the world of work but still had the boyish aura that set him apart from the rest of the men in the office. From the way he spoke to you over lunch in the break room you could tell he was full of ambition, but also didn't seem to be in any rush to leave this job any time soon. Jaehyun was the guy who you initially tried not to get too close to, since you were under the impression that he would be leaving after completing the temporary placement and when he left it would hurt like a bitch. However, you could have sworn his placement ended like a month ago, but eventually you learnt that he somehow managed to talk himself into a full-time position. "Oh that, yeah, I guess I just realised I had more reasons to stay." He shrugged as casually as he could when you asked about it. You couldn't deny that you were happy, not when you saw his smiling face in the conference room saving you a seat, hearing his outrageous stories from uni and always being the two to get a little too drunk at corporate parties and being sent home in a taxi of shame. Romance blossomed when you remembered that one drunken kiss in the backseat and you both bonded when your boss gave you the cold shoulder after arriving to work a little more than dishevelled and with a hangover.

❁ [Jungwoo] Desk buddy; Honestly, who could hate their job when they had a sweet Jungwoo sitting at the desk adjacent to theirs. You kinda scored when your boss appointed you this specific desk because Jungwoo took to you almost embarrassingly quick. It made your heart swell looking at all the little knick knacks on his desk; toys to fiddle with and colourful sticky notes, this was just one part of his persona. You were a little shocked when he offered you a cigarette during the lunch break, kind of exposing a duality you didn't know existed, but nobody could be that wholesome of a person. Monday to Friday 9-5 was filled with Jungwoo ping-ponging back and forth between these traits, any off handed comments he would mutter to you when the boss was giving an announcement or the conversations you would overhear him having with a friend over the phone would remind you he wasn't a total puppy of a human being. However, the way he always offered to share a snack and would flick paper and notes at you playfully was also very much him being himself. You always fluttered a little at the smirk he would throw your way when your manager was talking something boring or ridiculous, it seemed those smirks were only reserved for you. It didn't take long before he became your best friend in the office, if he wasn't in that day you were in the right mind to just call it quits yourself (and vice versa), he was the guy that made the long hours that much more bearable.

❁ [Mark] The bumbling intern; When it came to responsibilities in the work place, you tried to delegate as little of that as possible to Mark the intern. It was cute really, the guy put in 110% effort into his tasks and yet when it came to coffee orders, photocopying or sending out a memo, something nearly always went wrong. You couldn't help but admire his enthusiasm, also that he made an effort to know everybody in the office, including the cleaners. Mark was one of the first people to greet you when you joined, waving around a little notebook of Starbucks orders and a company card to splurge, urging you to write down whatever you wanted. A simple task right? Rookie mistake. Bless him, you would never tell him how his mistake of getting full dairy rather than the soy you requested led to a night on and off the toilet, but that just scratched the surface of his office blunders. Somehow, he never cost the company too much, but there was a reason why the poor boy never got promoted beyond intern. He wasn't deterred though, he'd lean up against your desk while you made idle chit chat and he'd tell you that he liked his job and he didn't aspire to be the best in this business. Where he really proved himself was during company functions, you'll never forget during the annual employee bbq when he asked you your favourite song so he could sing it melodically accompanied skilfully with a guitar. Mark's contributions to the work place were always a little unpredictable, but he kept things interesting and people, including you, genuinely enjoyed having him around.

❁ [Haechan] Probably the reason you get fired; Even in the workplace, Haechan can't deny himself a bit of mischief. He made a stellar first impression by rocking up half an hour late, sending your boss a half arsed apology and plonking down at the desk across the room from yours. To be honest, he kind of annoyed you at first, his attitude came off immature and you didn't appreciate how distracting he was when you had work to do. However, things started to change at some point. Haechan was the guy that convinced you to ditch the office party and sit on the rooftop with him to watch the city lights, the guy that sent out ridiculous memos just to catch you smile and the guy eventually became the reason for you own demise after he started picking you up for breakfast most mornings. When the manager called you in his office after being late the third time in a row, you ducked your head and mumbled something about traffic while hiding a croissant wrapper in your pocket, Haechan covered a laugh with a cough and apologised on behalf of both of you. When you asked him about why he never seemed to give a shit about anything, you learnt that it was because he had a taste for adventure; "Don't tell me you wanna stay and work here forever? Don't you wanna do something more... exciting with your life?" He asked you incredulously, like the answer was obvious. He kinda got you, no, you didn't want to work in a dingy office for the rest of you life. To be honest, when he painted a picture of moving to a big city, or taking a road trip, or just fucking off to the suburbs you didn't hate the sound of that either. When you were both sat there in your manager's office, signing off on a severance package, you weren't even mad. You didn't have time to be, Haechan was already clasping your hand and leading you to his car and laughing about finally being free, tugging his tie from around his neck whilst driving no where in particular- the start of an adventure.

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necros-writing-stuff · 3 years

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Saw that abo you did where leighton is made to watch Eden wreck PC 👀 good stuff, good stuff. Going along with the thought that lil bitch leighton went to school with Eden and Bailey, and they bullied the shit outta him, perhaps could we get:

Eden and Bailey being told by the PC they share, crying their little eyes out, about leighton forcing all of the students to let him take nudes of them. That after they ran from the class room, he forced them to detention and spanked them.

Protective/possessive behavior is so fucking hot and those two ooze it (when bailey fucking wants to the twa-)

This is straight up me writing Leighton getting beat so Leighton hate gang come get y'all juice I guess

The school is quiet as Leighton steps out back to his car, students eager to disappear for the weekend. The end of term was approaching, leaving the man with stacks of paperwork that were rather stressful. Tedious, easy, but stressful.

What he least expects is seeing Bailey and Eden stood waiting for him - they both look as rugged as they always have. Bailey with his leaner muscles and tattoos, cigarette smoke rising as he takes a drag. Eden in his old, patched clothes, larger frame permanently adorned with a frown. It brings back uncomfortable memories of the two tormenting him in this very school.

"What do you two want?" Leighton pauses, clutching his work bag a little tight. Eden lives out in the woods like some feral animal now, why was he in town? Bailey could be here for an orphan, but the other? Strange.

The caretaker drops his cigarette, using the tip of his shoe to crush the bud. "You've been pushing you weight where we don't want it, Toad. Need a word."

Leighton flinches hearing the old nickname. Toad. Because he'd been so scared of getting beaten by these two he'd sweat when they were around, looking 'slimy'. But he was an adult now. So he stood composed, smoothing his expensive suit down and nodding.

"Very well. Please, my office," he keeps his voice calm and level. What could it be? As far as he's aware, everything has been business as usual? Eden glaring at the back of his head sure isn't helping. Dear God, are those more scars? What a brute.

Stepping into his office, he keeps the door open for the men to step through. Politeness, poise. Civility. This doesn't have to be like it used to be, Leighton ending up limping home, abdomen covered in bruises from their fists.

The door closes and Leighton's heart spikes because one of them grabs him from behind. It's Bailey, roughly pinning his arms and pulling on his neatly styled hair. Before he can yell out, Eden pulls back his fist, aiming straight for his gut and making him double over, air knocked form his lungs - and he's manhandled into his seat.

Struggle as hard as he wants, Leighton can't break free of their grips, can't stop regressing in his head to the scared little boy he used to be. Even as his arms are bound. He's sweating again, isn't he?

"Password," Bailey demands, crouching down so he can look up into panicked green eyes.

Leighton stutters it out, shame filling him at how easy he gave in. He was past this, he was an adult, a successful adult, and these two were still just horrible bullies that were here to ruin and torment him. It's not fair, it's not!

The tapping of a keyboard is interrupted with the crack of his jaw being hit with a large fist. Eden, again. The man hadn't said anything, and to be honest he hoped he stayed quiet. When the man did speak, it was mostly to deal threats that he had rarely lied about.

"Where do you keep your little photography collection? And you best give us all of them, or we'll strip you and tie you to the gate like we used to. Pretty sure I saw that Whitney kid smoking out there just now, think they'd like to have some fun time with dear old teacher?" Bailey's words make his blood freeze in his veins. Anything but that. Anything but letting Whitney have a way to abuse him

"... File called 'decorative ideas'," Leighton wheezes out, still trying to get his breath back from the punch. No one gave a shit about the decor of the school, no one would bother to check the real contents.

Bailey hums, clicking around until the file appears. As the computer whirrs, images of students in debauched positions, lewd poses and sometimes tearful faces load in. Eden swears when one set in particular loads.

"They weren't lying," the gruff man seethes, fists clenching in a way that makes Leighton nauseous. It was just that pretty one, the one with the good grades. The prudish one he'd had to blackmail to get those racy photos of them covered in suds washing his car.

The ones of you bent over his lap, ass red-raw were the best. You shouldn't have called him a dirty old pervert, should have just bent over and let him get a nice shot of your hole while you cleaned.

Bailey starts deleting the images, tutting as he clicks and drags. "You see, Toad, this one here is ours," he pauses on an image of you covering your naked body with your hands, refusing to look in the camera. Leighton wants to vomit. He knew you were an orphan, but so had plenty of the others. What would make you different? Unless-

Another punch, this time from the tattooed man, and there's no break in between as both men begin pummeling into his bound, helpless body. Pain blooms in his ribs, jaw, browbone - and there's a kidney shot in there, if he's not mistaken.

He hacks up a ball of spit, a little blood within the mix, attempting to suck in air. He can't breath, can't defend himself, can only take the onslaught. Can only start to numb as he remembers being used like this as a child. As their personal punching bag.

Bitterness wells up in his chest. He had thought he had changed in his maturity. Turns out he was wrong.

"Are those the only ones?" Eden grasps him by the hair, pulling his head back in a way that strains his neck.

It's hard to wheeze out the yes, but he is let go, flopping in his chair like a rag doll. Breathing, that's all he has to focus on. Deep one in, hold for a few seconds, and release. Stay calm. Don't piss yourself like you used to.

Eden starts rifling around the draws of his office as Bailey ensures the pictures are wiped from the computer, a little slow and clumsy. Stupid fuck barely even knows how to use modern technology, it seems, but he knows enough to find the proper way to get rid of it all.

Eden returns with his camera. His expensive, lovely camera, placing it on the desk before getting a hammer from his inside pocket.

"N-no!" Leighton yells out in vain as the hammer smashes down, mangling the expensive equipment. Eden doesn't stop at one, continuously wrecking the device with a personal vendetta. Even the memory card within was shattered.

When he's done, the hunter turns back towards the headmaster, still bound to his own chair. He's not gentle as he lifts his chin with the claw of the hammer.

"You even look at them again and we'll come back and I'll shove this in your fucking eye socket, do you understand?"

Leighton nods, determined to keep eye contact as he does so. He has cowered enough, he could try to save some face now by not begging or crying.

The binds start coming loose, but Leighton can't move. Can only wilt, mind beginning to disassociate. He thinks he hears the two men moving to the door. Thinks he hears the caretaker calk back "Later, Toad," before the door slams shut.

The clock on his wall is unreasonably loud, now he's alone.

#Eden the Lonely #Bailey the Caretaker #Leighton the Headmaster #spill your guts #anonymous

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justjuiceyboy · 4 years

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broken laptops

in which reader’s laptop malfunctions and Juice has to come to the rescue

Word count: 1,176

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Today was no different to a normal Thursday. Only one lecture in the morning, which seemed to pass by at an agonising pace. 10:39.

With your light red rucksack over your shoulder and three large textbooks in hand, you wandered to the library. It’s cozy light brown walls lined with bookshelves and computers, you almost felt like you were in a safe haven here, even if your mind felt like it was dissolving with the amount of stress you were under.

Taking a seat in your regular spot, the very edge of the long table with the comfy chairs and huge amount of table space, you almost threw down textbooks onto the table to get some relief into your aching arms. 10:47.

There wasn't many people around. One or two children who were engrossed in the picture books in all their colourful glory. Their accompanying mothers looked nothing short of exhausted, just waiting to get out of here, surely for a cigarette break or just a break in general. There was two older ladies looking through the local newspaper, as if they were searching for something to gossip to the other about. There was a worker in the very corner, trying desperately to squeeze some hardback novels into the already overflowing shelf. He was failing but you admired his will. 10:51.

You set up your laptop, loading up your to do list. Greeted by six unfinished assignments and a calendar with all your exams marked in, you felt a small wave of panic. Well, more a tidal wave but you played it off as a small wave.

You could feel the built up exhaustion in your muscles, especially in your neck and shoulders. All the stress of final exams was getting to you, however hard you tried to play it off. This time of year was always stressful but it didn't help that you had decided to transfer for this semester into a town that you knew nobody and nobody made an effort to know you. You pretty much kept your head in the sand and just tried to get on with work so you could get back home to familiarity.

With a sigh, which could be mistaken for either desperation or determination, you flipped to chapter 23 in your textbook and began to read the whole thing. Pink highlighter ready in hand almost like a weapon, you just wanted to be done with work so you could rest at home and feel as though the weight of revision was off your shoulders for another day. 10:55.

Your hunched over frame was so engrossed in your excessive highlighting that you didn't notice a man in a leather kutte come into the library and sit at a table in direct view of you. You were too focused right now to get distracted by people watching. That was until one of the picture book children had said picture book taken away from him.

By god he screamed.

His sudden screeching startled you enough to slightly jump in your seat, breaking your concentration. You looked straight ahead and say the man sitting at the wall quickly look away from you and look down at the book he was holding that was obviously a fake distraction. He didn't look like the type to read ‘Little Women’, especially not upside down which was how it was currently held in his hands. 10:59.

You couldn't help but form a small smile when you looked at him. His eyes shifted up and noticed that you had caught him looking before, his cheeks now turning a slight red colour. He quickly returned to his fake reading and you looked back to your laptop, which had now died.

Fumbling in your bag, you finally produced the charger. You plugged it into the socket and plugged it in but nothing happened. Great. Laptop trouble. Exactly what everyone needs when you're already on the brink of collapsing from exhaustion.

You picked the laptop up and unplugged the charger and forced it back in, looking like quite a fool. You huffed and put the laptop back down on the desk harshly, resorting to just staring at it.

“Laptop trouble?”

Quickly glancing up, you realised the stranger from before had witnessed your whole fiasco.

“Nope, I just like to wave them around in the air for fun” you stated sarcastically, instantly feeling bad because you assumed he was coming over here to help you.

He raised an eyebrow and with a playful smirk said “Well, I guess you don't need any help then.” He turned on his heel and began to walk back to his table.

“No - please help me, I can't deal with this today and I really can't afford a new one. Please.” you pried as you grabbed onto his arm.

He chuckled as he turned back around, “suppose it can be my good deed for the day. That karma shit right?” You nodded, looking him directly in the eye intentionally for the first time, You were met with smooth dark brown eyes and your eyes flicked along his many tattoos that were on display.

He didn't notice your staring and pulled a chair and began to survey your laptop, plugging it in and out. You looked at him with a furrowed brow, as if to say I’ve tried that already but you weren't about to sass someone who was helping you.

He started tapping at some keys that you honestly thought were there for decoration and suddenly some white writing appeared on the screen. He kept tapped and you just watched his fingers dance over the keys, almost in awe. You looked at him properly now, taking in his hair that was cut to show off tattoos on his head. Interesting

“I’m just updating some codes and all that, mhmm, here and here yep” he muttered, you not being sure if it was to you or to himself but you still nodding even though he didn't look up at you.

He hit the enter key a few times and suddenly the machine came back to life, almost as if he had resurrected it. You were greeted with the large digital clock on your screen. 11:09. Your eyes widened, thankful this stranger was here to help you because there was no way you'd be able to do that on your own. He turned to you, handing back over the laptop.

“Not bad ay?” he smiled similar to a little puppy.

“Not bad for someone who reads Little Women upside down” now it was his turn too blush. “I didn't think you saw that, I didn't want to be the creepy guy who just stares at pretty girls in libraries so I picked up the first-”

“Y/N” you laughed, cutting off his ramble, holding out your hand in front of you.

“Juice.” He replied whilst shaking your hand. Suddenly both Charming and your revision left your mind for the first time in months as you smiled back warmly to this stranger who now had a name.

11:11.

#soa #juice ortiz #reader x juice #sons of anarchy #charming #juice #ortiz #sons #imagine #juice imagine #juan carlos

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Henry (Amphiptere Naga) Lemon

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Female Human/Male Naga Additional Tags: Exophilia, Monster Boyfriend, Naga, Amphiptere, Best Friends to Lovers, Demisexual, Graysexual, Sex Worker, Cam Model, Mutual Pining Words: 6104

A gift from @oddacle to her friend/roommate! A woman moves back to her home town after an online friend offers her both a job and a place to stay. She accidentally learns an interesting secret about him that she tries, and fails, to hide. Please reblog and leave feedback! Art by @oddacle!

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You stretched at your desk and sighed. “Well, Henry, I should get to bed,” You said. “I’ve got a lot of packing to do tomorrow.”

“Dude, I can’t wait to see you in person finally!” He said over the headset. “I’m so excited you’re coming to work in the store.”

“Me too!” You said. “It’ll be nice to see you in person! And I can’t thank you enough for giving me a job and a place to stay. Working at the grocery store was crushing my soul.”

“I get that,” He told you. “I felt so out of place when I worked construction. I’m so glad I decided to save up to open the flower shop.”

“You and me both,” You said. “Flower arranging is something I love to do. I about fell out of my chair when you said you owned a shop.”

“Two more days and you’ll get to see it yourself,” He said with a laugh. “Go get some sleep. I’ll see you soon.”

“Night, Henry,” You said, smiling to yourself as you logged off. You had met Henry while gaming almost five years ago now, and he had been one of the best friends you’d ever had. At first you just played together, but after about a year, the two of you had exchanged phone numbers, and since then you texted each other constantly and called each other once a week. Despite that, you had never actually seen what he looked like. You didn’t mind; maybe he was body-shy. You could understand that.

When you finally quit the soul-suck of a job in the back of a grocery, he was quick to offer you a place in his shop, in your own home town, no less, as well as one of the apartments above the store. You’d been homesick since you moved away with your mom when you were younger, so the idea of going back had massive appeal. Combined with your dream job and working with your best friend, it was like everything you ever wanted was just falling into place.

That Saturday, you loaded every single thing you owned into a rental truck and headed to Santa Barbara, excited to start a new life and meet your best friend for the first time.

You pulled up to Henry’s Floral Arrangements later that evening just before sundown, driving nearly nine hours straight with only a few breaks for food, gas, and bathroom visits. You pulled out your phone and clicked Henry’s number.

“Hey, are you here?” He asked excitedly.

“Yep!” You said, stepping out of the truck. “I pulled up just now. Are you in the shop?”

“Yeah, I’m coming out! Be right there.” And he hung up.

You giggled at his enthusiasm and walked around the truck just as he came out of the shop, his face as excited as a brand new puppy with a brand new toy, and you stopped in your tracks.

He. Was. Beautiful.

He was a naga, but a rarer breed than average: an amphiptere. He had short, two pronged horns on his head and large wings on his back. His horns were teal, and the feathers of his wings were teal and ocean blue with black accents on the outside and grey on the inside, like the skin of his torso. His snake skin was teal and ocean blue as well, with giant black rings lining his back. His eyes were as golden as his nipple rings. He had lovely tattoos on his arms, neck, and back of waves and geometric shapes. He was lean and muscular, and had short black hair. He wore no clothing, so every inch of his glorious body was on full display.

You stood staring at him, unable to speak, as he slithered up to you. Oh god. This was not a possibility you had entertained. Living next to your best friend had sounded like a dream. But now… oh no, this was a disaster. How could you be attracted to him? You never felt attraction, not ever! Of all the times, of all the people, Henry had to be… this! This lovely specimen of a naga, and the best friend you’d ever had! What were you going to do?!

“You alright?” He asked, tilting his head and lowering himself down to look at your face.

You blinked and smiled breathlessly. “Yes! Yes, I’m great! It’s so nice to finally meet you!”

“You too!” He reached out for a hug and you walked into it. His skin was cool and smooth to the touch. He smelled like peonies. “Come in, come in, let me show you around!”

“What about unpacking?” You asked.

“Oh, leave that till tomorrow,” He said. “Let’s order a pizza and eat in the shop.”

You grinned. “That actually sounds amazing.”

“Come on!” He held out his hand and took yours and pulled you into the shop.

Oh, it was incredible. It had just crested into the middle of spring and the seasonal flowers were exploding all over the place. Color was everywhere. You closed your eyes and just breathed in the fragrances.

“Have I died?” You asked, your eyes still closed. “I’ve died, haven’t I?”

He laughed. “I hope not, you just got here.” He picked up his cell phone from the counter. “Pepperoni and pineapple on thin crust, right?”

“Yep!” You said, sitting at the counter, your eye catching on the decorative cherry blossom bonzai tree that you’d sent him for Christmas two years ago. You weren’t sure if he’d even like it, much less have kept it, but there it was, right next to the register where everyone could see it. It gave you a warm feeling in your chest.

He took you to the second floor, where there were two apartments, one on either side. You couldn’t help but notice one half of the stairs was covered with a ramp, likely to make it easier for Henry to get to the second story.

He led you to the apartment on the right and opened the door. It was a modest place but comfortable, and from the smell it seemed like it was recently deep cleaned and freshly painted in a pretty holly-green color with blush pink accents. There was a vase with all your favorite flowers spilling out of it on the kitchen table. It was mostly furnished with older but functional furniture, so you hadn’t needed to bring any heavy wardrobes or mattresses or anything, thankfully. Most of what you had in your old place was junk anyway.

“I love it,” You told Henry. “And I love the flowers.”

“I thought it would be a nice touch,” He said, holding his arm almost shyly. “I wanted you to feel comfortable.”

“I feel more comfortable here than I did in the two years I spent in my last place,” You said truthfully. “You know, we can leave the unpacking for tomorrow, but can we go down and get my rig and gear and hook it up while we wait for the pizza? It’s the only thing I have that I don’t want to leave in a truck overnight.”

“I get that,” He said.

The two of you managed to get your PC, laptop, gaming gear, and computer desk up the stairs in one trip. There was a flat screen TV on the wall of the living room to which you hooked up your PC. You ran a diagnostic as Henry heard the buzzer from the door and rushed down to get the pizza. Then the two of you spent an incredible evening eating pizza, watching comedies on Netflix, and solidifying the strength of your friendship.

You were comfortable, more so than you had ever been with anyone. Five years of talking to him was wonderful, but being close, seeing his smile, hearing his laugh and the way his eyes crinkled when he did was pure magic.

Magic that you didn’t want to ruin by being weird or creepy just because you suddenly felt attracted to him. Would he be weirded out by the fact that your brain turned into goo the moment you saw him? Would he think it was just because of his looks? You didn’t want that.

And you didn’t want to fuck up what was already an amazing relationship. Hell, meeting him in person and hanging out with him had already been a huge test of your friendship; working with him and living next to him would be an even greater one. You didn’t want to complicate it even further with an, in all likelihood, one-sided attraction.

By the time the pizza was gone and he headed back to his apartment for bed, you’d already decided to put the attraction or any notion of a relationship beyond friends out of your head.

But by God, he was beautiful.

You sort of jumped into the deep end when you started in the shop: prom season was just beginning, so you spent weeks making corsages and lapel pins. Henry thankfully spared you from having to deal with spoiled teenagers, entitled moms, and annoyed jocks dragged in by their girlfriends. Henry seemed well practiced at fielding angry customers who couldn’t make up their mind.

After work, the two of you often ate dinner together, either in his place or yours. Even though you were usually exhausted at the end of the day, you still played games together at least four times a week from your respective apartments, talking to each other over headsets even though you were probably only two walls and twenty feet apart. Sometimes you took your laptop to his apartment and played at the same desk.

It went on that way for months. It was amazing and you treasured every minute you got to spend with him. Despite putting the idea of dating him away in the back of your head, it was easy to pretend like it was just the two of you, together, against the world

After prom season ended, business slowed dramatically. You weren’t as tired in the evenings, so when you weren’t playing games with Henry, you did a little writing. You were too shy to let anyone read it, even Henry, but it still felt good to have a creative outlet.

One night, as you were writing, you heard Henry’s voice over your gaming headset on the desk. The two of you had quit playing over an hour ago, so you put it on to see if he needed anything.

“You alright, Henry? Are you back online?”

He didn’t respond, so you thought maybe you were just hearing things, but as you went to pull your headset off, you heard him say, “I’m glad to see you again. I’ve missed you.” The sound of his voice was distant, like he didn’t have his headset on.

Did he have company? His voice sounded silky and sultry, a tone you’d never heard before, and you wondered briefly if he had a girlfriend, or boyfriend. Or whatever. He’d never mentioned anything like that to you, but you weren’t his mom; he was allowed to have private things he didn’t share with other people. You did, after all.

Still, the idea that he was in a relationship cut a little deeper than you would have liked.

You heard another voice, but it was strangely robotic sounding, like it was coming through a speaker, and you couldn’t quite make out what the other person was saying. Whoever they were, they sounded male. Maybe he was in a long distance relationship?

“Mm, I love it when you talk to me like that,” Henry said, a sexy lilt in his voice. “Tell me what you’d like me to do. I could touch myself. Would you like that?”

You blushed and your heart began to race. You shouldn’t be listening to this, you knew that. It was private and none of your business. But… you couldn’t take the headset off. You wanted to hear this. You wanted him to talk to you that way. Maybe through this person, vicariously, you could have an intimate moment with him. It may be the only chance you ever got.

You heard him moan over the headset, and a sparkling heat filled your body. You bit your lip at the thrill you felt, but you were unable to move, like a deer in headlights. There was a dangerous quality to this, the idea of getting caught listening in terrified you.

You heard the person on the computer say something, but you couldn’t understand them.

Henry responded, “Of course I will. I know how much you like that… mmm, that feels so good.”

Henry’s moaning over the headset made you feel both exhilarated and astonished. You felt like you could listen to him moaned for hours.

Henry grunted sharply and repeatedly, then gasped for a minute before speaking again.

“That was wonderful,” Henry said. “It always is with you.” The other person said something you couldn’t understand, and Henry answered, “Oh, I’m afraid we don’t have time for that, darling. Our date is almost over. If you’d like to purchase a ten minute extension, you can donate an additional five hundred tokens, or you can schedule another date from any of the open slots on the main website. You know I’m always happy to spend time with you.”

You sat up in your seat, confused. Tokens? Website? What was he talking about?

There were more words you could hear, and Henry tutted. “Aww, are you sure?” He pouted. “Well, alright. I hope you won’t make me wait long, darling. See you soon.”

There was some tapping on his keyboard, and there was a power-down sound. Henry sighed and you could hear him slither out of his office, closing the door behind him.

You sat for a moment, trying to wrap your head around what you’d heard. Was he getting paid to jerk off for people? You opened a web browser and typed “amphiptere cam model” into the search engine.

You knew amphiptere nagas were rare, of course, so you weren’t surprised to only have found two results. You were surprised to find Henry’s face on one of the profiles, wearing beautiful make up and a sexy underbust corset with matching opera gloves. You clicked it, and realized he was both very expensive and highly sought after, considering all of his five weekly slots were already filled for the next two months.

Henry was a cam model. And he was apparently very good at it.

You put a hand to your forehead, stunned. What was happening right now? This was something you could never have anticipated. He was hot, of course, but he always seemed like a shy, down-to-earth kind of guy to you, even after meeting him. Who knew he had this in him? You weren’t judging, it was just surprising.

You didn’t manage to get much sleep that night, and when you did, you dreamt of being on the other end of that screen and woke in a sweat.

The next morning, you stood in the shower with your thoughts in a roil. Should you tell him you know? Would he be upset with you? Probably; listening in was a huge breach of both privacy and trust. Oh, god, what had you done? How were you supposed to act around him now? He’d know something was wrong; you could never hide your emotions well and he knew you better than anyone. Was it too late to live in a cave and cut ties with society altogether?

No, there was no internet in caves. Fuck.

You couldn’t avoid him forever; you were due downstairs for work. You could tell him that you were sick, but knowing him, he’d shut down the shop for the day to take care of you. He was so damn sweet.

No, You said, mentally slapping yourself. Don’t get distracted by his adorableness! This is a crisis!

You got out of the shower and started brushing out your hair, your stomach in knots. A knock at the door made you jump clean out of your towel. Throwing on your robe, you went to answer it. Henry was standing there with a bag and coffee, and his eyes widened when he saw your bathrobe.

“Oh, sorry, I just came to bring some breakfast. Felt like treating you a little.”

You swallowed a lump in your throat and smiled. “Thanks, this is awesome. I’ll get dressed and meet you down in the shop. You’re the best.”

He gave you a full, sharp-toothed grin and snaked his way downstairs, leaving you to grip the door to keep from falling to your knees. Did he have to be so kind? He was the worst!

You met him downstairs and tried to be normal through breakfast, but all you could think of was the way he moaned last night and tried to keep the blush off your face. Work wasn’t any better, you had all of ten customers that day, so you spent most of it talking to Henry and daydreaming about him calling you darling. It was all you could do to hold it together.

After closing the shop, he asked if you wanted to have dinner and a game at his place, but you declined, saying you were tired. He seemed concerned but didn’t press it, and you were able to escape upstairs.

You made yourself some tea to try and settle your nerves, stress-eating girl scout cookies straight from the box as you waited for the water to boil. Was it going to be like this forever? This was torture.

Another knock at the door startled you into dropping your cookies.

“Fuck!” You hissed at yourself as you bent to pick up a box. “Get your shit together!”

Henry was at the door. He had a bag from a deli.

“I brought you soup,” He said. “You seemed like you weren’t feeling well today. Is anything wrong?”

You felt incredibly guilty, staring at that bag for a solid minute, unable to talk.

“Hey,” He said, frowning and squinting into your eyes. “What’s up? Talk to me. What’s wrong?”

“I’m so sorry, Henry,” You said without thinking.

“Sorry?” He said. “For what? What happened?”

You were having a hard time articulating your thoughts. You hadn’t meant to say sorry, and once it slipped out, your mind blanked.

“Look, can I come in?” He asked plaintively. “Something is obviously wrong. I want to help.”

You scrubbed your face. “Okay.”

He followed you in and laid the soup on the table. “So… tell me. What’s going on?”

“I don’t even know how to say it,” You said, looking around helplessly. Your eyes fell on your headset. You picked it up and listened to it, and you could hear the fan from his office running. “Here,” You said, handing it to him. “Listen.”

He put the headset on, frowning with confusion.

“Do you hear anything?” You asked.

“I think that’s the fan, right?”

“Yeah, from your office,” You said.

He laughed as he took it off. “I’m an idiot, I must have forgot to disconnect last night after we were playing.”

“Right, it was active last night. All last night. I could hear you.”

His face went from confusion to blank shock, his mouth hanging open.

“...oh,” He said quietly. “Oh, god.”

“I’m so sorry,” You said. “I shouldn’t have listened. I should have taken it off and ignored it. I’m so, so sorry.”

There was a pause. “How long did you listen?”

“I think it was the whole thing. I heard you… finish.” You blushed just thinking about it.

“That was a thirty minute session,” He said, confusion back on his face. “Why did you listen so long?”

You looked away and bit your lip, unable to meet his eyes.

“Did you… enjoy it?” He asked. He sounded almost hopeful.

You couldn’t speak, but you nodded once.

“Really?” You heard a smile in his voice, and you managed to look up. He had a goofy, sappy grin on his face. “You don’t think it’s gross or anything like that?”

You shook your head. “No. I’m curious, though. Why do you do it?”

“I only do it during the off seasons,” He said. “The first year was really hard for the store and I almost lost the shop. I got into camming to make ends meet, but the money was so good I just continued to do it when business is really slow. I’ve been able to save a lot of money this way. I was even thinking of opening a second location, and I think at the end of this season, I’ll have enough.” He looked very shy. “You really don’t mind it?”

You shook your head fervently. “No, not at all.” You looked at his earnest face. He didn’t seem angry, and while you were relieved, you also felt inquisitive. “What’s it like? Does it feel weird?”

“It did at first,” He admitted. “But it’s normal now. It’s actually fun, especially getting ready and putting on the clothes and stuff. I don’t really get to wear that stuff out, so it’s the only time I get to feel… I don’t know, fancy.”

You smiled softly. “I think I get that.”

“Actually,” He said, rubbing his neck. “I was going to record a free promo to put up on the website tonight. Do you want to help me do my makeup? I sort of self-taught myself, but I can never get the eyeliner right.”

“Oh! Yeah, of course, sure!” You said. “I really liked that corset I saw you in.”

He narrowed his eyes at you and smirked. “Did you Google me?”

“I had to,” You said. “Wouldn’t you?”

He laughed. “I guess.” He took your hand and led you toward the door and his apartment. “Come on. I’ve always wanted to have someone help with this. I’m never sure which colors compliment my skin.”

“Wait, let me grab my makeup bag,” You said, running back to your bathroom, snatching it up, and returning. “Okay, let’s go.”

Helping a guy with his makeup counted as a date, right?

He took you to his bedroom, which you’d never been. There wasn’t any furniture, not even a bed. Instead there was a huge nest of fluffy pillows and soft blankets which took up most of the floor space. He had a large walk-in closet where there was a hidden vanity with fairy lights around the mirror. The hangers had various corsets, fishnet shirts, and gloves. There was another desk that seemed to be a large jewelry case.

“This must have cost a fortune,” You said, impressed. You wished you had the confidence to wear some of this.

“A small one,” He told you. “Sometimes in camming, you have to spend to make money. The customers like variety; it’s why I record a new free promo every week. I don’t want my patrons to get bored with me.”

“Who could ever get bored with you?” You blurted without thinking.

You blushed. He blushed.

“Uh… I don’t have any chairs,” He said. “But you can sit on my tail, if you like.”

“Are you sure?” You asked, looking at his tail as it made a hump for you to rest on. “Won’t I hurt you?”

“No, no, not at all,” He said. “Please. I want you to be comfortable.”

“Really, it’s okay, I’ll stand,” You said, unable to even imagine sitting on his beautiful tail. “Now, let’s see. We’ll wash your face first and then we’ll start on your make-up. What about a gold lip? That’ll make your eyes pop.”

“Ooh, that’s a good idea,” He said. “I just bought some new shades recently, and I think there’s a gold in there.”

Applying his makeup for him was a stressful experience. You were eye to eye with him, so close you could feel his breath on your skin. His lips were inches away from your own, and you were having trouble not dwelling on that fact. He was cold-blooded, and therefore generated no heat, but you wondered if he could feel yours at this distance, if he enjoyed it or was made uncomfortable by it.

You did also notice, though, that his tail had wrapped around the two of you twice. He let his arms dangle, but you noticed the muscles twitching a few times and asked yourself if you might be making him self-conscious. After all, you were the only person in his real life who knew about all this.

“Makeup done,” You said. “You look amazing. I wish I could pull off a look this daring.”

“I bet you could,” He said with a smile, looking at you fondly. “Now that I think about it, I’ve never seen you done up before. I’ll have to take you somewhere really nice so that I can see what that looks like.”

Again he blushed, even through the makeup, and pressed his lips together.

You didn’t answer that statement, trying not to read too much into it, and instead looked over at his vast array of cute garments. “How about that gold and blue underbust with the Victorian scrolling pattern? I think it would look good with your makeup.”

“Oh, yes, that’ll work nicely,” He said, grinning. “And that shrug with those gloves. I usually work a little bit of a striptease into these promos.”

You cleared your throat. “You… uh… you’ll have to let me go,” You said, gesturing at his tail.

“Oh!” He jumped and unspooled, so to speak. “Sorry. Have you ever laced a corset before?”

“Yeah, once or twice. I’ve had friends who’ve worn them before. Would you like help?”

“Yes, please,” He said. He lifted his arms to let you reach around him and position the corset, gingerly moving the feathers of his wings out of the way so that you didn’t crush them. “Thank you for this. I’ve never gotten finished so fast before. I should ask you to help all the time.”

“I wouldn’t mind,” You said, pulling the strings taut. “This was fun.”

“I’m glad you think so, too,” He said, looking over his shoulder. “If you don’t have any plans after I’m done filming and editing the video, would you like to come back over and help me take all of it off?”

You looked at him and blushed.

“I didn’t mean that in a dirty way,” He said hurriedly. “It’s just nice having someone who knows and I can talk to about it.”

“I get that,” You said as he pulled on the gloves. “Are you ready to record?”

“Yeah,” He said. “Thanks for helping.”

“Sure,” You told him. “I has happy to. I’ll let you get to it, then.”

He nodded and you saw yourself out.

When you got back to your apartment and sat down at your gaming desk, you sighed heavily, the thoughts of how good Henry looked revolving in your mind. You were both extremely attracted to him and a bit jealous that he looked better than you in all that stuff. It actually made you laugh a little bit.

“Welcome back,” You heard Henry say, and you looked down at the headset laying on your desk.

Oh jeez, he left his headset plugged in again. God you loved him, but he was such an idiot sometimes.

“I’m glad you could join me. I’m hoping your having a lovely day.” You heard the soft shhff of him taking off one of the gloves. “I always love seeing your face. I love the way your hands move. I love the smell of your shampoo when it mixes with your perfume. I love that soft little smile that you get when you arrange flowers across the shop from me.”

…what? What did he just say?

“I hope you’re listening. I’ve tried so hard to say this to you when we’re face to face, but I can never seem to find the words. This way, I can say what I want. This way, if you don’t hear me, then I haven’t risked our friendship, and if you do hear and don’t feel the same, you can ignore it, and nothing has to change. But… if you do feel the same… come back. Please. This show is for you and no one else. I’ll be waiting for you.” You heard the headset being pulled off and laid down on the desk.

You stood up and did the same. He couldn’t mean you, could he? There was no way. Stunned, you walked back toward your front door and opened it, looking across the hall at Henry’s door.

It was cracked open.

With your heart in your throat and breathing like you just ran a mile, you pushed it open and walked slowly toward his office, only to find it empty. The headset was laying on the desk and the camera was off. Looking down the hallway, you saw the light in his bedroom was on and the door was also cracked. Swallowing hard, you walked down to his room and opened the door.

He was laying there, curled up around himself, laying with his head on his arms, looking a little forlorn.

“Henry?” You asked.

He popped up immediately, his eyes widening. “You came.” He whispered. “You actually came!” Before you could respond, he rushed up and snatched you off the ground, hugging you tight. “Does this mean you want me, too? The way I want you, I mean.”

“I… yes,” You said. “I just didn’t want you to think it was because of… well… all this.”

“I don’t care about that, I’m just so happy,” He said, kissing your cheek. “I’ve been in love with you forever, even before we met in person. I was just scared that if you found out about my second job, you’d be disgusted. Knowing you don’t mind it gave me the courage to try and confess.”

“I’m glad you did,” You replied, hugging him tightly around the neck. “I’d never have been able to do it.”

He pulled back and looked at you. “Can I kiss you, please?”

You laughed at the absurdity, but you appreciated that he asked first. He was thoughtful like that. You nodded, and he didn’t waste time, pressing his lips to yours hard enough that you could feel the fangs behind them.

His kisses became hungry, and he gripped your clothes. “I… um… don’t want to assume,” He said breathlessly between kisses. “But… um…” He looked over at his bed-nest, and regarded you with a questioning look.

“It’s okay,” You replied. “I’ve wanted this for a long time, too.”

He snaked over to the nest and lay you down in it, unbuttoning your shirt.

“Should I take off the corset for you?” You asked him.

“I can leave it on, if you like,” he said seductively, kissing your neck and leaving a trail of sparkling gold lipstick on your skin.

“Would that be uncomfortable?” You asked.

“Not at all,” He replied, his kisses moving lower. “I want to look good for you.”

“I’m not a client, Henry,” You said. “You don’t have to work so hard to impress me. I’m already in love with you.”

“That’s good to hear,” He said, his lips against your breast. “But it’s not about wanting to impress you and I don’t see you as a client. I see you as the woman I want to be with. I should put more effort into my time with you than anyone else. I want you to know you’re special to me.”

“You’ve done more than enough to make me feel special,” You said. “I want to return the favor.”

Your hand went into his hair as his tongue swirled around your nipple, and the lower half of his tail moved up around your head. When you turned to look at it, you saw a swollen, puckering slit, normally hidden underneath him as he moved, that he now revealed to you. You pressed your finger along the line, and he moaned against your skin. One of his hands reached down into your pants, into your underwear, and touched you.

You gasped softly at his fingers tickling your slit, you doubled your efforts on his own, moving your head so that your tongue could reach it and licking a slow stripe upward. A strangled, broken grunt came from him.

He continued to undress you slowly and kiss your body, touching you and teasing. You writhed underneath him while sucking at the slit on his body, watching as a bright golden organ slowly peaked its way out, followed by another. You were startled at first, but it was fascinating to watch. You took one in your hand and sucked on the tip of the other, reveling in the sounds that he made.

His lips finally came back up to meet yours, the need in his body evident as he lined one of his cocks up to you, the other resting against your clit. He rose up to look at you.

“Still okay?”

You nodded. “It’s okay.”

He began to push himself inside you, kissing your forehead and cheek as he did so. You gripped his shoulders and held on as he fully seated himself, his second member resting between you. The slit was farther down on his tail, about halfway down, so the position was a little awkward at first, but the two of you pulled each other close and found a rhythm that suited you.

He lifted you up easily, his tail between your legs, undulating into and out of you, and all you could do was hang on for the ride. You moaned, held securely in his arms, his wings flaring out behind him, the light of his bedroom lamp filtering through the feathers like sunlight through clouds.

“I’m so close,” He gasped, picking you up as a flood gushed from the cock you had been riding, splashing against your leg and his tail, before he moved you onto the second one and kept going.

“That’s handy,” You said, also gasping.

“When this one is done, the other one will be ready again,” He said as you bounced on him.

“Oh, god,” You wheezed. “What have I gotten myself into?”

He laughed breathlessly and kissed you again, hitting harder and faster. You felt your own wave coming fast and you began to moan and whimper, not able to control the sounds you made.

Finally, you came, and the rush of ecstasy filled your mind. You lay your head on his shoulder as you dangled in his grasp bonelessly, his tail still moving inside you slowly.

After giving you a moment to recover, he sped up again, and you came again. It might have been hours before the two of you found a stopping point, or more precisely, and exhaustion point. He lay you down in the nest, corset and makeup still on, and the two of you slept in a sweaty pile.

The next morning, he woke up with the makeup smeared across his face and a serious case of bed-head. You laughed.

“What’s funny?” He asked sleepily, smiling at you from the coil of his tail.

“I think I should have taken you up on the offer to help you dress down,” You said. “Let’s get that taken care of.”

You helped him out of his corset and the two of you stepped into the bathroom, three-fourths of which was just the shower. Stepping into the shower, you soaped him down and washed his long body, and he did the same for you. The two of you couldn’t help kissing and giggling and cuddling the whole time.

He ordered in breakfast as you dashed across the hall to fetch some clothes. When you got back, you said, “You didn’t get to record your promo.”

“I can do it tonight,” He said. “Will you help me with it?”

“Of course,” You said. “I’ll be your manager or assistant or whatever you’d like to call me.”

“I’d like to call you my girlfriend, actually,” He said with a smile.

“I like the sound of that,” You replied, hugging him around the waist. “Partners in all things.”

“I like that, too. Speaking of which, I think I might be able to open that second location sooner than I thought.”

“Why’s that?”

“Well, if you live with me in my apartment, we can rent out your apartment, and the extra income will help. Two birds, one stone.”

You smiled. “Sounds good to me. As long as I’m with you.”

“Always.”

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No Way

Chapter 5 to '100 Promises'

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"I am not wearing a bikini!" You shouted. "Well, just your luck, it's the only one left in your size, so unless you want to get shot, wear it," Niragi threatened, throwing it at you. You caught it with a huff, and sent a glare his way. He only sighed and rolled his eyes.

It was a simple, white, high waisted one. Nothing fancy, it was simple and you wouldn't stick out. You started getting undressed, and he laid back on his bed. He stared up at the ceiling, even though it's nothing he hadn't seen before. I mean, come on your two had lived together during and after college. As well as the multiple sleepovers in highschool. And the times you had to change quickly because of events... The point is, he's seen it before. You know, before he 'disappeared'. "So, anything new back in the old world?" He asked. You thought for a second.

"Well, I got the tattoo I told you about, the game you were working on before never got finished as you're one of their key programmers, your mom wanted to go through and delete things of your computer I stopped her don't worry, Mrs. Aiko got a new dog, our landlord is a bitch wich didn't change, just thought I'd give you an update, the coffee shop we went to gave me free coffee for a week because you 'died', I started playing Bendy and The Ink Machine like you told me to, and after you 'died' I got a goldfish- OH MY GOD I FORGOT ABOUT MY GOLDFISH!" You panicked. You had the bottom of the swimsuit on, and we're panicking. He looked towards you. "Finish getting dressed damn woman. Oh, and nice piercings, didn't know you had those," he said nonchalantly, nodding his head towards them. "Oh.. yeah I guess. Hurt like a bitch- stop distracting me from the fact that my son is going to die!" You went back to panicking as you put the top on. "Ok, ok, calm down. What's the fish's name?" He asked trying to distract you. ''His name is Tommy, and-and I got him when t-they pronounced you dead... I didn't wanna be alone," you answered back, stuttering over your words, the panicky feeling being a bit overwhelming for you. You finished getting dressed, picking up the clothes you had been wearing. He had seen that you were wearing one of his old hoodies, but said nothing, seeing as technically, back in the old world, he was dead. He didn't understand why you were so distressed over goldfish, but took 3 other human's lives only a few hours ago.

"Tommy?" He questioned. You nodded your head. "And our apartment was so quiet after you disappeared. I really thought you had died," you whispered. 'I hate that she's making me feel things... She can't get hurt because of me. Then I'll be alone again.'

"I'm sure he'll be fine. Why did you name him Tommy?" He asked, watching as you put on the hoodie you had been wearing. "Just because. I thought it was a cute name for a goldfish," you answered, calming down a bit. (Or, if you want, there's other reasons like let's say a certain... gamer? Mhm, that's what I thought. Simp.) You sat on the edge of the bed, fiddling with the sleeves of the hoodie you had in your lap "Also. If I'm not mistaken, that's my hoodie," he said, a smirk on his face. You looked down. "Yeah... it is. And what?" You answered back. "You can keep it," he said, going back to whatever he was doing. You sighed heavily, laying back on his bed. The second you did, your whole body felt the pain of the whole day. You cursed under you breath. "If I fall asleep, you are free to push me off the bed," you stated, laughing a bit. "You said you wouldn't bring that up," he huffed. "I lied~" you giggled. He could tell you were sleepy, but it didn't matter to him.

You two were over at his house, sitting at the kitchen counter. It was a few weeks after his mother had apologized for the things she had done, and life was peaceful for him when his dad wasn't home, which was a lot of time. His dad was out everyday at work and didn't come home till late. The other time his life wasnt peaceful was at school, where bullies tormented the both of you. "There's this new cafe we could go to?'' You suggested, looking at him. He had bags under his eyes, and was basically falling asleep on the chair. "Are you ok?" You asked, placing a hand on his forehead, checking for fever. He didn't seem to have one. "Fine... I'm fine, just tired," he muttered, pushing up his glasses. "Did you stay up playing that game?" You asked, pouting a bit. "No. I've been studying for a really big test coming up. I'm fine," he explained, yawning right after. "Come on, you need to go take a nap," you said, grabbing his hand and dragging him up to his room. "No I don't, I invited you over, it's rude of me to not spend time with you," he said, holding onto your hand, trying to pull you away from his room. "I don't care. You're tired, take a nap, I'll be right here when you wake up," you stated, pushing him onto his bed. He sighed, mumbling a thank you before falling asleep. You went to leave, but noticed his hand was still holding yours. You pouted, trying to get his hand off so you could sit on a chair in his room. "(N/N)... stay," he mumbled in his sleep.

You looked down at him, and smiled. You sat on the edge of the bed, and ran your hands through his hair, humming a song you'd heard. (I'd be humming Isabela's lullaby-) He had definitely fallen asleep a while ago, but you thought it would help. "You're an idiot sometimes, you know that?" You whispered. You knew he couldn't hear you, but a part of you said it would help him sleep. You took off his glasses, placing them on the nightstand besides his bed. You curled up besides him, hugging his face into you chest. To you, at that age, and with who it was, you didn't see a problem. . "I wonder what test you were studying for... I don't remember you mentioning a test before," you whispered, still playing with his hair. "Completely unrelated, but your hair is super soft," you muttered. You felt yourself drifting off to sleep.

You smiled, remembering that day. "You can go to sleep. I don't care. I won't be here in the morning though, I have patrols and stuff," he said, seeing you falling asleep. You hummed, and slid off the bed, and down to the floor. "What are you doing?" He asked, watching you curiously. "Going to sleep," you murmured, a yawn escaping your mouth. "On the floor?" He questioned. He heard you give a noise of confirmation. "Ok, but you can't complain about your back hurting tomorrow," he stated. "Mhm..." you muttered, sleep taking over your body.

It was early morning when you woke up. You sat up, rubbing the tired out of your eyes. You looked around, and stretched. Niragi wasn't in there and you sighed. Remembering what Niragi had said about patrols, you just decided to stay in his room. Not like you knew where anything was. Then there was a knock a the door. "Coming," you said, loud enough so they could hear. You got up from the floor, and walked over to the door, opening it. You looked down, seeing Chishiya. "I really don't like that you have to look down at me to talk to me," he muttered. "Get used to it, I'm 6'2 l, taller than Gi-Gi and... much taller than you," you stated with a grin. He looked up and smirked. "Gi-gi? Is that one of your nicknames for him?" He asked. You nodded. "You're not allowed to call him that though. That's my thing, got it? I'm the only annoying bitch he's allowed to have in his life," you joked. "Oh, I'm sure you'll be the only girl in his life," he whispered to himself. "Did you need something Chishiya?" You asked. "Well, yes and no. I was wondering if you would like me to show you around?" He asked, shoving his hands into his pockets. You thought for a second, before nodding your head. "Alright, let's go."

He lead you throughout the different rooms. As he was an executive, he had access to more rooms, but he couldn't go into an area with weapons or the underground. The hotel was quite large, your favorite part being the grand staircases and intricate pieces of decoration around certain places, as well as the columns "And my least favorite place is there. It's basically a club. People dancing, blaring music 24/7, people in general.... They all act so happy. It's weird," he shuddered, shaking his head. You laughed. He looked at you strangely. "Is there something wrong?" You asked. "Oh... no, I like your laugh. It's... endearing," he said, tilting his head down so his hair hid his face. You smiled, thanking him for the complement.

Little did you know, someone was watching from afar.

Later into the night, you heard a loud horn blaring. You had been out at the pool area with Chishiya, and a girl who's name you learned to be Kuina. She was a firecracker of a person, and you enjoyed it. She was fun, and you'd only known her for a few hours. "That's the alarm for the games. We all meet in the main hall, collect the papers, and go to the car with our number. You just need to follow Ann and Aguni, as they will assess you today, ok?" Chishiya explained. You nodded. A part of you was nervous because other people were going to be watching you do your thing, but another part of you was excited. Excited for the games. A part of you had enjoyed the thrill of risking your life in the last game. You were also extremely bored. You hadn't seen Niragi all day, and you knew you probably wouldn't see him till late at night. So, a full day of talking and walking around with Chishiya, and also later on, Kuina. Not that you minded their company, but you needed something to do. Something to give you that rush of excitement. Of being alive. Back in the real world, people saw you as fragile and weak. You were held back from excitement in your life because of your father, and when your mother came back into the picture, she became another anchor to your life.

Ann had found you in the swarming crowd of people, and grabbed your wrist. "This way," she said. You nodded, letting her lead you. There was a car with at least 6 other people in there. You guessed that they didn't exactly have to use normal road laws, so it didn't matter. Aguni and Ann sat in front, and you took your spot in the back. The ride to the arena was quiet. You could hear a few other engines, and maybe some shouting here and there. The games arena wasn't as far away as you thought. There were a few other people there, none wearing the wristbands from the beach. You went up and grabbed a phone, letting it do it's face recognition.

'8 players registered. 2 minutes to registration closing'

You stared at the phone, and back at the table where they were. There was 3 more phones left. You then saw three people come into the game arena. They picked up their phone with a sigh.

"Ann? Have you ever noticed that there's always enough phones for all the players?" You asked, looking at the woman. "Hm? What do you mean?" She questioned, crossing her arms. "Well, before those three came in, there was exactly three phones left. Meaning that there was enough phones for all the players. Same thing with my game from yesterday. There was 7 phones for 7 players. So, the game master hads an idea of who and where they're going. Have you ever noticed that?" You repeated, explaining in a bit more detail. She looked at you shocked. "... No, I can't say I have. Thank you," she stated. 'This is only her second game? And she's noticed something that we haven't in that little time? She'd be a great executive with a mind like hers. But, she'd also be a great milital with the capacity to think like that. Maybe with her, we won't have to worry about Niragi going rogue. I have a feeling he wouldn't dare hurt her.'

You nodded your head with a smile. "Oh... another thing, I apologize for bothering you again, but um... Did you see Niragi at all today? He told me about patrols, but I don't know," you asked. You were embarrassed to say the least, but you really wanted to know. "Since both Chishiya and Niragi suggested that you join the militals, we can't have them helping you. Niragi was off doing who knows what. He's always around somewhere," she explained. You nodded.

'Registration Closed. Game: Pick Your Poison. Difficulty 7 of diamonds. Rules: You must pick which plant is not poisonous to humans. There are cures to each poison, but you must know how to make it. Time Limit: 2 hours. Clear Condition: If players can't pick out the non poisonous plant in the time limit, venomous snakes will be released into the arena, and all doors leading out will be locked until all remaining contestants die. Game will commence in 5 minutes.'

You looked down at your phone. "What an interesting game this shall be," you said with a smile, walking off to where the arrows were pointing. "If you are unaware, the different suits represent what kind of game it will be. The number is the difficulty," Aguni said from besides you. You nodded, taking in his words. "Diamonds are a game of wit and intelligence, hearts are games of betrayal, spades are games of physical endurance, and clubs are games of teams," Ann added. "Thank you," you said, bowing towards them.

You reached the room, seeing it was more of a lab than anything. There were tables filled with different kinds of plants. Some looked like berries, others looked like normal vegetation.

'Game Start'

You sighed, walking over to a table, noticing some that looked almost like blueberries. "Those are blueberries right? Which means that one is the clear choice. Too easy," a guy snickered, picking one up and popping it into his mouth. You took notice of the shape of the leaves, and the coloring being different than most blueberries, as well as a few other key characteristics. Then it hit you. "Don't! You idiot... that's Atropa belladonna. Or, as you may know it, deadly nightshade," you scolded. He spat it out immediately. You knew it would do him not good as he had already chewed on it, and swallowed what he had crushed. He would die.

"You have knoledge of plants?" Ann asked. "Sort of... I got really into crime cases and stuff, so different kinds of poisons stuck with me. It's also what I studied in college. A major in forensics, and a minor in psychology," you explained sheepishly. A small smile made its way to her face. "Alright. Well, show us what you got."

There were ten minutes to go. You only had 2 plants left. One looked like a string of grapes, and the other like blackberries. Only 2 people had died, and that was because of their own idiocy. The one who had eaten the deadly nightshade, and another who'd eaten holly berries. She'd also trusted a girl, which is why she ate the berries in the first place. Basically trust and idiocy. Same thing, no? "So which one is it wise girl? We have ten minutes pick already," a guy angrily said. "Shut up, I'm trying to think," you stated, looking carefully. He huffed. "You're just a dumb girl. You've probably only been guessing and you're going to get us killed," he stated. You growled, picking up one of the deadly nightshade berries. You waited till he opened his mouth again, and threw it. It fell in his mouth, and he began choking, clawing at his throat. "Just guessing huh? Well, I'm guessing you're going to die," you taunted going back to look at the berries in front of you, ignoring the wheasing sounds behind you. "These aren't poisonous. They're mulberries. Blackberries have zero to none poisonous look alikes. Those, however are pokeweed," you stated, grabbing one of the blackberry look alikes. "I'll eat it, so if I'm wrong no one else suffers the consequence,'' you said, placing it in your mouth.

'Game Complete. Congratulations.'

The chiming voice startled you. You smiled once you realized what you'd done. "Well done. I'll report this to Hatter, and he'll decide what to do with you," Aguni said. You nodded. "Y-you killed him," a girl stuttered besides you. You turned to face her.

"H-he was my brother. You killed him!" She shouted. "Sounds like a you problem," you said. Aguni and Ann had already left the room. "You're heartless... you can't get away with this!" She screamed. "Listen here you self righteous little brat. If I remember correctly, you told one of the other players to eat the berry for you because you were scared you picked wrong. She took pitty, and did it. And she died. So you also killed someone. You also didn't help him when he was choking, so you have just as much blame. Maybe you wanted him dead? Oh, and another thing, who's going to stop me from doing anything? No one. There are no rules here. Murder, arson, fraud... everything's legal here. Back in the old world, we didn't do it because of other's moral compasses. We were scared of judgement. But here? Who's judgement are we scared of?" You said, glaring at her. "Plus, your brother seemed like a level 100 douche bag. If anything, I did you a favor. Good luck out there. You're going to need it," you said, walking out of the room.

"Sorry I took so long... She was so whiny," you apologized, muttering about the girl. They just shrugged as the drive back began.

"Oi, stay the hell away from her," Niragi threatened. Chishiya only laughed. "Why? She's just your friend, no? If I want to talk to her, I can. If I want to hang out with her, I can. If I wanted to get a little overzealous and do more... I can. And if I want to, I will," Chishiya smirked. "And trust me... I will."

Ahahahahahahaha, don't worry, it stays a Niragi×Reader, I just want drama :)

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Jij Verliest - Chapter Eight: Clip 8&9

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When his mama arrived home to find Zoë and Robbe already working in the kitchen, she was beside herself, with her anxiety rolling off of her in waves. Her boss, Margot, had held her back at work and she had texted Robbe frantically to let him know that she was running late. Even though Robbe had a spare key and assured his mama that everything would be alright, she was still nervous. Once she arrived at the apartment, she tossed her purse into one of the living room chairs and started to set the table.

But Zoë was having none of it.

Before his mama could put down the empty vase that once held Senne’s daffodils, Zoë was taking the vase from her hands. Placing it on the kitchen counter, Zoë shuffled his mama out of the kitchen and toward her bedroom to take a shower. As Robbe stirred the sauce in the pan he held, he could hear Zoë assuring his mama that they were fine and if she needed one, she should take a shower. When Zoë returned to the kitchen, Robbe could barely hear the sound of running water down the hall.

“How is she?” Robbe asked.

“She’s pretty nervous,” Zoë said. “But the shower should help her relax a little.” Robbe nodded and gave her the spoon when she asked for it. Before she tasted the sauce, she turned to Robbe. “If you want to set the table before she gets out, I can handle the food for a few minutes.”

As Zoë returned to cooking, Robbe reached into the cabinets and grabbed out five plates. Placing them on the counter, he moved the rest of his mother’s table decorations to the counter beside the empty vase. Robbe set the plates down at each of the chairs with the fifth plate at one of the ends. Once he grabbed one of the folded chairs from the hall closet, the table was set.

Once his mother exited the bathroom with a fresh set of clothes and mostly dry hair, she looked more relaxed. Like Robbe and Zoë, she wore a pair of jeans that looked practically new and a nice blouse. When she noticed the table was set, she pivoted to the two of them at the stove and said, “You could’ve at least left me one thing to do before they get here.”

Robbe chuckled, shaking his head, as Zoë announced, “It’s alright, Mama. Dinner's nearly ready.” As if summoned, the buzzer rang through the apartment. His mama shuffled out of the room to buzz them in. Zoë nudged Robbe with her hip before she moved to place the food on the counter. As Robbe pulled the bread from the oven, he heard the front door open and Senne’s voice filtered in from the living room.

“Good evening, Marie,” Senne said.

“It’s good to see you, Senne,” his mama said. There was a brief pause and a hush of mumbled voices as Zoë scurried out to greet them as well. Through the cut out in the kitchen, Robbe could see that Senne had a bottle in his hands. “You didn’t have to bring anything!”

“I know,” Senne said, grinning sheepishly. “My parents taught me to never show up empty-handed and it’s non-alcoholic.” Robbe thought the last part was directed to Zoë.

As Robbe placed the bread into a basket, the deep drum of Sander’s voice caught his attention. “We also brought you these,” he said. Robbe bent down a little and his eyes caught sight of Sander. Even though he had gotten off work less than thirty minutes ago, he was dressed in a black button up shirt and a pair of blue jeans. In his hand, he held a bundle of flowers—bright yellow daffodils with orange tulips—which he handed over to Robbe’s mother. “Senne and I wanted to bring you some more since your last bouquet is probably wilted by now.”

His mother laughed. A slight nervous tilt trembled her voice. “Yes, they are,” she said. She took the bouquet of flowers and beamed up to Sander, who was similarly nervous. “Thank you so much! These are beautiful flowers.”

“I’m Sander,” he said, holding out his hand.

“Yes, it’s so nice to finally meet you,” his mama said. She took his hand and shook it quickly before ushering him inside the rest of the way. “Robbe has told me so much about you.” As soon as Sander stepped fully inside of the foyer, his mama was closing the door. Smiling to himself, Robbe returned to placing the rest of the bed in the basket. “I’m so glad we were able to meet today!”

“Me too,” Sander said. “Robbe has told me a lot about you as well. It’s nice to finally meet you, Ms. IJzermans.”

“Oh, please, call me Marie.” His mother stepped into the kitchen. Sander was on her heels, with Zoë and Senne trailing behind with the bottle of non-alcoholic wine. As his mother immediately went to put the brand new bouquet of flowers into the vase, Sander sent a flirtatious grin his way. Robbe didn’t miss the way Sander’s eyes did a quick once over of his body. “All good things I hope,” his mama said.

“Of course, they’re good things, Mama,” Robbe said. He placed the bread on the table before turning to Sander, who snaked one arm around his waist.

His mother giggled as she filled the vase with water. “I’m sorry,” she said, shaking her head.

“Hey,” Robbe said.

“Hey,” Sander echoed before he closed the distance between their lips. Sander’s kiss was gentle and soft. Even in the enclosed space with his mama, Senne, and Zoë, Robbe half-expected Sander to push open his mouth and lick inside. But he was also thankful that Sander kept it chaste as he could. There was a hint of added pressure at the end with a small tug of his shorter hair. When their kiss broke, Sander beamed at him, tugging at the collar of Robbe’s own button up. “You didn’t have to get dressed up for me.”

Robbe raised his eyebrow and tugged on Sander’s collar. “You should take your own advice.” Sander grinned and kissed him again.

One of the cabinets was thrown open too hard and the entire group turned to Zoë, who was checking to make sure that the cabinet was okay. She turned to them with a sheepish look on her face. “Sorry! I always miscalculate with your cabinets, Mama.”

“It’s alright,” his mama said. She turned to Senne, who was leaning against the door frame. “You said it’s non-alcoholic, right?” Senne nodded as Zoë started pulling wine glasses from the cabinets. Sander moved over and grabbed the wine bottle from the counter. “Good, good,” she said. “Alcohol messes with my medication and I need to make sure that I don’t take too much.”

Even though everyone in the room knew that his mama took medication, Robbe could see the brief second of her shoulders stiffening up. It was like her brain had caught up to what she said and she was beginning to panic internally. Robbe could feel the gears turning in his own head, to try and divert attention back to the dinner at hand, but before he could even think of it, Sander was saying, “Yeah. Alcohol messes with my medication, too. My therapist keeps telling me not to drink more than a glass.”

When his mother’s shoulders loosened, Robbe let out a breath of relief.

“Yeah,” Senne said, already laughing. “And yet, you still end up having more than a glass anyways.”

As Sander poured a glass, he didn’t spare Senne a second glance. “Yeah, yeah, I know that but sometimes, I just can’t stop myself, okay?” Senne laughed loudly as Zoë handed him another glass. Like clockwork, the two of them alternated until there were five even glasses on the table.

“The food is getting cold,” Zoë said, handing the last wine glass to his mama.

As the rest of them settled down at the table, Robbe glanced at his mama. She was staring at the flowers and holding the glass of wine in one hand. But even though part of her face was obscured by hair, Robbe could see a smile growing. Turning to them, she moved over and sat down in the only remaining chair between Zoë and Sander (as Sander had promptly claimed the folding chair).

Taking a sip of the wine as Zoë passed out the food, his mama asked, “So, what do you do, Sander?”

“Wow, you really don’t tell anyone about me, do you?”

The remark was directed towards Robbe, who simply shrugged, but there was a fond smile on Sander’s face nonetheless. “I don’t know. I’ve always had more important things to talk about than your job.”

Sander grinned, patting his knee beneath the table, before answering his mama, “I’m a tattoo artist.”

“Oh, and do you like your work?”

“Very much so.”

“Good. That’s what everyone should strive for. If you like your work and you enjoy what you do, you’re doing something right.”

…

Vrijdag 22:41

In the end, Robbe knew that they would have to return to this bar eventually.

It was the bar where Robbe had gone with the Broerrrs to have a guy’s night—a futile attempt to get his mind off Sander—and it was the bar where Robbe had run into the person who would change his entire world. It was the bar where Sander had seen him for the first time. It was the bar where, pardon the cliché, everything had changed… for the better. And it was where he was heading to now.

About halfway through his typical Friday night stream, his phone had buzzed. When he checked his phone on one of his breaks, he found a text from Sander: You’ll never guess who I found. There was a photo attached and it was of Sander… with Jens, Lucas, and Aaron. In the background, he could see Moyo with one arm around Noor.

Robbe had gotten the post-stream invite to meet up but he hadn’t known if he was going to meet up with them. His typical post-stream regime was to sleep away the exhaustion of talking nearly non-stop for three hours. But, still, once the stream had ended and his computer had shut off, Robbe found himself reaching for his tennis shoes and lacing them up. Once he called goodbye to Jonathan and Milan, he was headed out the door and down to his bike.

The bike ride over to the bar—Lilly’s bar—didn’t take a long time, or at least that was what it felt like. But, that might’ve been because Robbe was so eager to get there, so eager to be with his friends, with his boyfriend, and his boyfriend’s friends, that he might’ve biked a little harder than he normally would’ve. Once he locked his bike against the rack, Robbe quickly moved in the direction of the bar.

From the windows, it looked busier than it had been when Robbe had originally been there. Still, Robbe had no trouble picking out Sander’s bleach blond hair amongst everyone at the bar. The yellow glow of the light was flattering and made him look like he was surrounded in a halo. Sander was standing at the back at the bar with his camera in his hands. Lucas stepped into view beside him with two beers in hand. Sander took one of the beers and they continued talking.

Feeling warmth flood his entire body, he practically sprinted to the front door in an effort to get inside quicker. However, even in his rush, Robbe managed to catch the sight of the door opening. In an instant, Robbe snapped back into focus and jumped away from the door as it swung open. Someone stepped out with dark brown hair, a pair of shorts, and a to-go bag on one wrist.

Robbe was so eager to get inside that he didn’t even pay attention to who it was until—

“Robbe?”

Stopping short of the door, he turned. In the bright spotlight outside the front door, Robbe could see the features of the person. But his mind was so consumed with thoughts of going inside that it took a few seconds to realize that he knew the man. It took him a handful of moments after to realize who it was.

Thomas.

“Hey, Thomas,” Robbe said. Glancing inside to find Sander still engrossed in a conversation with Lucas, Robbe took a step back. Thomas was dressed in a pair of denim shorts and a simple maroon shirt. The bag of to-go containers was cutting deeply into his wrist, but he didn’t seem eager to go anywhere. He just remained halted across from Robbe and rocked from one foot to the other. Swallowing, Robbe asked, “How are you doing?”

“Okay,” Thomas said, shrugging. “The trial is finally over with so that’s good.” Robbe nodded absent-mindedly, glancing back into the bar to find Sander still deep in conversation with Lucas. “What about you? How have you been?”

“I’m great,” Robbe said. He shoved his hands in his pockets as Thomas switched the to-go bag to his other hand. “My streams have been doing well lately. Plus, Mama has been having a lot of good days lately, which is always good. So, it’s all been going good.”

Thomas nodded, smiling. “That’s good. So, what are you doing here at this old place?”

“Oh,” Robbe said. “Well, I finished my stream and Jens invited me out earlier so I—”

As if on cue, the door swung open. But, instead of Jens, it was Sander.

Nodding nonchalantly to Thomas, Sander made a beeline to him. There was a smile on his face, brightening up his face instantaneously. “There you are,” Sander said, softly as though it was only the two of them on the street. Even though Thomas was an arm’s length away, Robbe couldn’t resist the urge to place his hands on Sander’s chest, feeling the drum of his heartbeat against his palm. “I was starting to think that you weren’t going to come and I was going to have to come drag you out of your bed.”

Robbe grinned. “Or I dragged you in it.”

“Or that, too.”

Sander cupped his jaw before pulling him into a short but positively blinding kiss—as though Thomas wasn’t even there. Despite the short length, it was by far one of the dirtiest kisses that Sander had ever given him… in public. Almost instantly, Robbe’s mouth was pushed open and Sander’s tongue had slipped past his teeth. He clung tightly to his shirt, bit down on his bottom lip, and pulled them close at the hips. All at once, a warmth of love and safety enveloped him and Robbe wanted to hold onto it for as long as he could. The kiss was gone too soon, but the warmth lingered in his chest as Robbe blinked up at him, a little dazed.

“Come on,” Sander said, grinning triumphantly. “Lucas and I were just talking about cameras.”

“Okay,” Robbe said, giggling. He was barely able to manage a dazed goodbye to Thomas before Sander was tugging him into the bar. Once they were safely inside, a vaguely familiar song blasting over the speakers, Sander wrapped an arm around Robbe. He mirrored his boyfriend’s movement before grinning up at Sander. “What was that for?”

“What was what for?” Sander asked innocently.

As Sander tugged him through the crowd, Robbe searched out their friends. He spotted Zoë with one arm draped over Senne’s shoulder as she talked excitedly with Yasmina. Moyo and Noor were dancing in the shadows, wrapped up in each other’s presence. Britt had one arm around Alicia’s waist as she talked with Amber, Luca, and Aaron. If Milan weren’t sick or Jana in America, Robbe figured that they would’ve been here,too. All of their friends in one place… somehow, the thought of all of them together warmed Robbe further.

“You know exactly what I mean,” Robbe said, tugging at Sander’s waist.

Sander let out a sigh. There was a look on his face that was an almost convincing attempt at annoyance, but Robbe could see the corners of his lips upturned in a slight smile. “I don’t have any problem showing the fact that I’m absolutely in love with you.” Robbe felt his cheeks flush up. “Thomas was foolish enough to lose you and I’m not about to make the same mistake that he did.”

Robbe shook his head as they neared Lucas, who was holding onto a camera. Even though they were close to their friends, Robbe couldn’t find it in himself to care. Without hesitation, he turned fully to Sander, who dropped his hands to Robbe’s hips to guide him backward. Robbe smiled at him and said, “I love you, you know that?”

“I do,” Sander said. “I love you, too.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Robbe was rising up to press a kiss against his lips. Because they were in a more public place—and maybe because Thomas was no longer around—this kiss was a lot more chaste, simple and loving. Robbe pulled Sander closer to his body, fisted his fingers in the hair on the nape of his neck, and kissed him a little deeper.

But the kiss didn’t last long before it was interrupted. Only, instead of Senne with a pillow, it was Jens. “Hey, lovebirds,” Jens said. Robbe turned toward Jens, who had arrived at Lucas’s side, and Sander settled against Robbe’s side. He had one arm thrown over his shoulder with an extra beer in his hand. Lucas was focused on the camera in his hands. “You can eat each other’s faces off later. Right now, we’re hanging out and having beers.”

Without pulling away from Sander, who had his nose pressed against his cheek, Robbe said, “I’m sorry. Who was the one that is continuously ten minutes late to meeting up with his friends because he always stops to make out with his boyfriend?”

Lucas laughed, turning to press a kiss against the curve of Jens’s jaw. “He got you there, babe!”

Jens flipped Robbe off.

Still wrapped in his arms, Sander chuckled. His breath brushed across his cheek as his arms tightened around Robbe’s waist. Instead of turning out of Sander’s arms toward his friend, Robbe turned back to Sander and placed a gentle kiss against his lips. He ignored the sound of Jens’s whistle and the gentle slap that Lucas made against Jens’s cheek. Robbe just pulled Sander closer and kissed him a little deeper.

Robbe broke their kiss, beaming at Sander. Once Sander patted his side, Robbe snatched the extra beer from Jens’s grasp, and Sander restarted the camera conversation that he quickly got lost in. Zoë showed up a few seconds later, wrapping her arms around the both of them. With her electric blue hair falling down in waves, Alicia was there soon after and hugged Robbe tightly. After a while, Sander put the camera away and the group started sharing embarrassing stories. The smaller groups had merged into one gigantic group of melodious laughter and the bartender kept refilling their beers promptly.

As the night drew on, Robbe would have a few drinks and so would Sander. They would lean on each other a little too much and laugh a little too loudly before going back to the flatshare together. In the morning, Robbe would wake up in Sander’s arms with his nose pressed against his neck. In the evening, Robbe would nervously stumble through his words as Sander’s father and step-mother beamed brightly at him and Amber would be doing the same with Aaron at her side. For every day after that, they would live their lives one minute to the next—even the long ones, even the bad ones.

Robbe knew that he had forever and a day to be with Sander.

And he was looking forward to it.

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pinkhairedlily · 3 years

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i'll be with you (but it'll be a different kind)

pairing: yoonkook/yoonjin | rating: G | ao3 read here

a short study on moving on

Yoongi broke the vinyl like he would a plate, a quaint awareness of a disaster but the quick denial of letting it fall – on the floor, in pieces. He swept each shard, vacuumed, and threw them in the bin. He crushed his music sheets and notes, thought better of it, and lit them with a scented candle.

Well, for fuck’s sake, the candle was his gift too.

So Yoongi walked to the collection area at three thirty in the morning, against the gusts of cold November wind, carrying all the evidence of the killer and the remains of its victim. He stood in front of the stack with an impulse to do something. Say a prayer? Curse them? Curse himself and bring them back to his apartment?

Ah, he wasn’t that stupid.

He truly wasn’t.

His stupidity was drained when he decided to fall in love with his roommate and friend that couldn’t be his in this lifetime.

So he came back to his home rid of everything Kim Seokjin owned and touched. Yes, even the bedsheets he washed yesterday.

“The couch it is.” He plopped down to its uncomfortable mattress and was immediately lulled not by the comfort of sleep but by the escape it offered.

He lost track of time in the next days… or probably weeks because the next time he went out for a walk to the mart, he was greeted by imposing Christmas decorations and too tall synthetic trees that wouldn’t look good in apartments that only housed one.

He came back, still alone, but at least joined now with ingredients for proper homemade food. He won’t be lonely on Christmas, not with two bottles of wine, a variety of seafood (which Namjoon hated the most, and Yoongi would order in the largest serving just to spite him), and his good old comfy socks.

He switched on the television to watch Melancholia, a fitting holiday movie in his honest opinion, and turned it up to the highest volume to tune out the looping Christmas carols outside his window and across the hallway where other occupants have rooms over to tide away the lonesome.

It was two thirty and two disaster films later that he heard the ghost of his broken heart.

It was one of the songs he wrote for Jin, the notes not at all the same, but the melody line was correctly embodied. He started up from his drunken stupor on the floor and trudged towards his kitchen sink where he dabbled his face in water.

It wasn’t the alcohol. So it certainly must be the crazy in him… well, until he realized the notes were coming from next door. The walls were thin anyway.

He nonchalantly knocked on the door of his neighbor, not caring at all if it was the devil’s hour, not when the tenant itself did not care about public disturbance.

It opened a crack wide enough for Yoongi to sweep the whole place up in seconds. Tidy floor, unmade bed, three monitors on a desk, neon lights, a christmas tree unabashedly decorated with the most frivolous pieces beside the dining table, and a guitar on top of it.

“Did I wake you?” He was taller than Yoongi, buffer, and very decorated like his Christmas tree. Daith, lobe, and eyebrow piercings, sleeve tattoos on his right arm, and shoulder-length electric blue hair tied in half-ponytail. But what caught his attention the most was the doe eyes that seemed too innocent, but Yoongi was familiar with the pretension that hovered on the surface. This boy knew pain enough to effectively cover it.

“That was my song,” Yoongi said in his usual deadpan delivery. He couldn’t get any cheerier than this.

John Doe perked up (if it could be any more possible). “Ah so you’re the one!” Then his expression immediately shifted to wariness. “Oh wait, you might be offended. I should apologize – “

“Some notes were mismatched, yes. Couldn’t be helped when you learned it by ear.” Yoongi looked at him for confirmation, and John Doe nodded enthusiastically. “But it’s all right. You played the piece so beautifully for someone who did not know it was a love letter.”

The way John Doe changed his smile to a thin line Yoongi knew at once that this was a person who simultaneously wore their heart on a sleeve but chained it before it could truly fall.

“Is it safe to assume the letter’s non-reciprocation when you haven’t played those songs for a month?”

“What else could there be?”

The neighbor bit the inside of his cheeks before answering, “Maybe you just didn’t need love letters anymore?”

Yoongi sighed. “Just keep it down. It’s three in the morning.”

“But it’s Christmas?” John Doe’s eyes suddenly widened. “Oh my manners! Merry Christmas Sir!”

“I don’t believe in Santa Claus. Or Jesus. Or capitalist splurges.” Yoongi shoved his hands into his sweatpants. “I have marinara surplus. Do you want a plate?”

-----------------

When New Year rolled again, Yoongi knocked on his neighbor’s door. He slept with headphones in full volume, god be damned his hearing, on newly bought bedsheets that did not smell of Jin and pillows that did not have a strand of his hair. He really couldn’t turn down John Doe’s question of whether he could still play the cursed song or maybe he was two-bottles-of-wine-disoriented enough to put up a rather good argument why he shouldn’t.

“So will you cover your ears when you go to sleep?” John Doe asked after his second slurping of seafood marinara.

“Why should I?” Meanwhile, Yoongi surfed Netflix for his disaster anxiety fix.

“Try Seeking a Friend for the End of the World.” John Doe finished his plate clean. He let out a burp with an apologetic smile to his temporary Christmas host. “Well, I was wondering if I could still play the song. It’s yours anyway so you have all the rights.”

Yoongi’s eyes glazed over the first few seconds of the film, slightly amused at the insurance agent selling an apocalyptic package. “When music is released to the public, it never becomes the composer’s alone. It is also owned by the listener…and whatever they deem the music to be.”

“I’m Jeon Jungkook.”

“I just let you eat my food.”

“I’ll be your friend for the end of the world.”

A beat. “Fine. Min Yoongi.”

But it was a week of listening to ragged notes and misplaced sharps, and his (still) perfectionist ass wanted to right it.

“It’s open,” Jungkook yelled from what Yoongi presumed was his computer chair.

He sauntered inside with measured caution and watched his neighbor tick away in codes on three different screens. Yoongi silently slid the music sheets on a small free space on Jungkook’s desk.

“Software developer?”

“Not really. I’m a solutions specialist, the yes-boy,” Jungkook replied with a smug grin. He hit enter and the lines start to jumble together as he swiveled to face Yoongi. “You re-wrote your notes. You must be a producer or something.”

Yoongi clucks. “Close. A film composer.”

“Do you go to Hollywood?”

“I’m not made for performative limelight. The shadows are bright enough.”

“Cool. I want to make a film someday.”

“You have a day job.”

“Can’t a man have two dreams?”

“Touche. One can never have too many.”

“What’s yours then, Yoongi?”

“Just one but it won’t be mine.”

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March. Spring coming alive, and for the first time in months, Yoongi genuinely thought he was getting better and over him. Jeon Doe (maybe he’ll always call him this) was a light companion – not imposing, a bit fluttery, but steady in his essence. Perhaps it was the continuous wonder that ebb in his eyes or the utterly soft disregard of pain for something nonchalant.

On the eve of March 1st, he stroked again the keys of his piano, and Jungkook came into his unit and accompanied him with a guitar. It was an improvisation of chaotic notes in Yoongi’s head and by magic, Jungkook floated with that tornado. The contrast and the blend gave way to an unlikely partnership of melody and rhythm.

And on March 1st, Yoongi felt butterflies again when Jungkook joined him on the bench and giddily watched his fingers dance on white and black.

But on the second day of the month, the butterflies were replaced with quicksand.

Kim Seokjin called and wanted to meet. It was funny how in a moment of hesitancy, it was his heart who doubled and his feet that led. Their favorite bar, whiskey on the rocks for Jin, dry scotch for him, and an expanse of silence of between them.

“He’s too busy with production at the moment.” Jin downed his drink in one gulp. Yoongi didn’t even need to ask.

And I’m the only one who’s available. “At the moment is how many months?”

“For three months now.”

“You should break up.” An unsolicited advice Yoongi gave more than twice with not much success.

“If I was a music company, maybe he would do me,” Jin jested, holding the empty glass in his hand. “Should I buy one?”

“Buy his affections as well and monopolize them.” It was a banter Jin was used too and maybe by now, he should have known that Yoongi hid half-truths in them.

“They’re too intense for me alone. He’s always destined for the world.”

What could Yoongi do but surrender at the unspoken request of comfort. “There’s someone who treats you like you’re his whole world.”

“I wish I did too.”

Yoongi never had a sip of his scotch, but Jin’s languid kiss was enough to get drunk on. He lost the flutter and the lightness, and dove headfirst in heavy, steely waters. Yoongi missed the suffocating pressure and the sensation of bursting at the seams. If his heart would burst at this moment, it would shatter a hundred times more for the many touches and whispers to follow. He would gladly die in this misshapen illusion.

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“Your door was always locked,” Jungkook greeted a month after, carrying a big tub of fermented kimchi. “My dad dropped by to give me spares.”

Two weeks before this, Jin left in a hurry to go to the airport, saying Namjoon had been in an accident, and two weeks after, Yoongi never heard back from him.

He accepted the side dish from his neighbor, but nothing went past Jungkook. Realization was plain in his face, but he chose not to comment on it.

“Yoongi.”

“Hmm.” It was danger meeting Jungkook’s eyes so Yoongi kept his downcast.

“I told you before.”

“What?”

“That I’ll be your friend for the end of the world.”

Yoongi didn’t respond, and Jungkook took the cue to leave.

He repeated that same line later that night when he heard Yoongi trash his place, his bare arm catching the brunt of a baseball bat just before it landed on the piano keys.

“Why would you go so far?” Yoongi sneered, anger seeping through his controlled demeanor.

“Why would you go so far?” Jungkook cradled his arm like he cradled his pain. Like it was nothing. “It’s the end of the world.”

“I need a friend.”

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It was easier being with Jungkook – lighter, happier, with no care in the world. He was also honest in a straightforward, unassuming, and endearing way especially when those doe eyes of his were used to an advantage.

When he told Yoongi in the middle of Battle Royale, out of the blue, with no precedence whatsoever that “I don’t want to be just your friend”, it knocked the air out of the latter. And when Jungkook followed it with “You can use me, however you want”, Yoongi knew he had to get things sorted.

Lest he wants Jungkook trapped inside the vortex of unresolved feelings.

So Yoongi didn’t give him a tangible response. He just skidded closer to him on the couch and Jeon Doe took the cue to lay his head on the crook of his neck as another student was slashed to their death on the screen.

When credits rolled in, Yoongi dipped his head and found Jungkook already waiting with bated breath.

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“Ah, you found me.”

Jin was back in his penthouse in Seoul, alone with no Namjoon in tow.

“Am I a week early?” Yoongi asked.

“I just got in today.” True enough, unopened suitcases littered his living room. Too many suitcases for a vacation. “I’m relocating back. Is there such a thing?”

Yoongi went to one luggage and punched in the password Jin used when Namjoon and him got together, it did not open, so he tried another combination. Ah, only his birthdate. Yoongi packed the first of his clothes to cabinets he was all too familiar with. He went on with this rudimentary task with Jin at the kitchen, cooking up something for the two of them.

In a parallel universe, Yoongi would have been happily contented with this.

Tidied up, folded, and free, the two went through a simple steak and pasta dinner.

“We broke up.” He twirled his fork endlessly. “It hit me when I saw him go to an award show. I could never keep up with him, Yoongi, not when I’m taking a backseat while his dreams sit in the front.”

“Don’t be silly.”

Jin stared at him like he was betrayed.

“Don’t be silly,” Yoongi repeated, drawling each word. “Namjoon and his goals sit in another sports car while you drive a rundown secondhand.”

That made Jin laugh. “You’re merciless.” And then he grimaced. “I never felt this neglected. It was never this way when I was with you.”

“We’ve never had anything, Jin. You didn’t let me have anything,” Yoongi finished clean his pasta. He folded his napkin like a good guest and waited for Jin’s retort.

But he just sighed, defeated. “I destroyed what good we had. I’m afraid I also lost the friendship.”

“You know I can’t go back again to you.” Yoongi didn’t know if he threw a question or a statement.

“I saw it the instant you came through that door.” Jin put down his fork and trained his eyes on his best friend. “Happiness looks good on you.”

“You would have known already if you had just looked at me.”

Jin gave him a sad smile. “And it would have been the best sight had I tried harder.” He picked up again his fork, his lips pursed, his eyes brimming with tears. It was a foreign scene, Jin coming undone in front of him, not because of Namjoon, because of him. “So who is this guy?”

“I call him Jeon Doe.”

Jin kept brushing the side of his eyes while he twirled strands of noodles in his fork. When he opened his mouth to eat, tears brushed down his cheeks, breaking in rivulets as he chewed. “That’s a stupid name.”

Yoongi noticed the upwelling – the comeuppance of what was lost trying to mask itself as the crescent emotions. He knew it when Jungkook kissed him back that night, that he could never go back to this uncertainty. “And stupidly in love with me too.”

Jin continued to chew with salty tears. “I’m sorry, Yoongi.”

His hands clenched at the name that left his lips. “I got tired of being your placeholder. You couldn’t just leave and expect me to stay in one place. I also crack every time you touch me, and I shatter every time you go. I broke, Jin. I got torn apart, and I wasn’t sure whether I could still handle your overspilling love for someone else when I couldn’t even hold any for me.” Yoongi’s fingers stretched to touch the dam that escaped his friend’s eyes. “You must understand.”

“I’m sorry, Yoongi,” Jin repeated. “And I understand it. I get it now. I see it. It’s just overwhelming – this mountain of regrets and what-ifs and utter disregard I made for my own happiness.”

“I got in the crossfire.”

“A victim willing.”

“But not anymore.”

Jin shook his head. “No, not anymore.” He intertwined his fingers with Yoongi. “I hope it works out for you and Jeon Doe.”

Not a minute longer, Yoongi pulled away from Jin’s touch. “I hope you heal.”

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Jin saw them on the same piano bench, playing a duet in the middle of a wedding reception, hands flying about, touches fleeting but enthralling, releasing captivating, fluttery sounds – almost akin to freedom.

He was seeing now in full high-definition panorama the gravity of his consequences. He let go of his two great loves, one he loved with no fail, the other he took to fail.

And so he welcomed the splendor of pain. He had two great loves, and regardless of how they ended, they deserved a thorough journey of grief. He could only hope that at the end of it was what he saw in Yoongi.

Freedom.

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smuttyaf · 4 years

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Vacation

“Why would I be up to something?” You say while smirking at Calum and running your hand up his chest and letting your thumb gaze across his cheek.

“Because the way you’re looking at me…” He says his tongue licking out of his mouth to run against his bottom lip before his gaze lingers on you. “Not only are you sexy, but you’re intelligent, and with a beautiful mind like yours, I know you’ve come up with something to throw my whole entire game off of having you.” He states while taking his free hand and fixing the hair on your shoulder which causes your heart to flutter.

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Thick clouds of snowflakes trickled down from the cloudy dull sky and landed onto the wooden frame of your childhood home. The smell of the sweet vanilla candle that you purchased for your mother was burning slowly on the mantel of the fireplace as, sugar cookies were baking in the oven, and a piping cup of coffee was set next to you as peeled open your laptop.

You decided for the month of December that you would spend it with your mother, and so far, it was going well. You helped your mother decorate the house and prepare food which you felt like you have not done for a while. The house was furnished with red and gold decorations that lit up the huge household, the large pine tree was enhanced with sparkling ornaments that brightened up the atmosphere and sent holiday cheer throughout your body; a light hum of Christmas music playing softly in the background held a warm feeling of comfort in your stomach, a feeling that you haven't felt in a long time.

You have been swallowed in your job for so long that you were not focus on anything else. Yes, you had friends and family, many relationships but you never caught a break. You surrounded yourself with work due to you loving your job so much, it was your dream job and to not get so obsessed with it was hard. You have dreamt of having this job since you were seventeen, so finally succeeding with the job that you have dreamt of you couldn't help but get so involved with it.

You log into your email and begin to open the many that were in your inbox from companies asking to partner up with your job, be sponsored, or being invited to many of the huge banquet parties that they host monthly.

Your eyes scanned every email that was in your vision before your eyes flickered to the steaming cup of coffee next to you. Your hands picked up the porcelain mug and raised it to your lips, your throat welcoming the heat as it warms your entire body.

"Honey, do you want to watch a movie with me?" Your mother questioned as the sound of her slipper covered footsteps made her way into kitchen where you rest. Your eyes perk up and you set your mug down, your attention focusing on your mother standing in the door frame watching you.

"Oh, I was going to work for a little bit," You stated, your eyes flickering between your email and your mother and her worried eyes.

"You know you're on vacation, right? You shouldn’t be working," Your mother sighs, her head leaning against the frame. You let a small smile tug on your lips as you look up at your mother and shake your head.

"Mom... I just need to do a little work," You say, your voice hopeful as you give your mother hopeful eyes.

"You know what..." She says before she turns around and leaves, causing your eyebrows to come together in confusion on where your mother left to. Without even sucking in another breath of the vanilla scent fluttering around the room, your mom came storming back into the kitchen with a blue plane ticket.

"You're leaving me." She states, her fingers slipping the thick paper onto the wooden table before she returns her hands to her hips. Your lips drop open as your jaw hangs wide, a complete look of shock is settled over your features as your gaze flickers from your mother to the plane ticket.

"What is this?" You question, your eyes still looking between the two. Your mother huffs before pulling open the seat next to you and settling down.

"It's a plane ticket to Hawaii... It was your Christmas gift but since you are grinding my gears with all this work that you do, I want you to leave now." Your mother states while rolling her eyes and giving you a joyful smile.

"Thanks a lot mom... but,"

"I am not hearing any buts, you are going on this trip and it’s final. Ever since you came to stay over with me, you've been working," You open your mouth to object, but your mother stops you immediately. "I hear you typing away in your room after lights..." She sings before standing and shutting your laptop shut.

"You need to take a break and get your head out of your computer screen for a few days." She states while rubbing your shoulders in her warm hands that causes a sigh to slip out of your mouth as you let your eyes trail towards your laptop.

Yes, you have been working a lot and you have not gone on a vacation in such a long time. This trip is something that you do need but is it important? Due to you having such a good job, money was never a problem with you, you lived lavishly and if you wanted to go on a little vacation then the spa was only twenty minutes away and Netflix was just at your fingertips. Hawaii was not somewhere that you needed to go to, to depend on relaxation; you had that right in front of you.

"I know you don't want to do it baby, but can you at least do it for me, reassure me." Your mother whispered into your ear before placing a kiss below your ear lobe and heading out the kitchen to go start the movie, and there you were, stuck still as your decision to choose between two different choices of relaxation set before you had you contemplating which one would be more beneficial for you.

Freshly painted white toes dug into the warm sand of the beach as your body let the sun rays dance along your skin and tan you just the right tone. You had a Pina Colada nestled in your right hand as a magazine was occupied in your left; you had your white Chanel shades on along with your matching white Gucci bathing suit which made your skin glow even brighter and define your curves even more. Here you were in Hawaii, relaxing by the ocean with an alcoholic beverage in hand and not answering emails about sponsorships.

You were actually glad that you decided to take up your mom’s offer because it wasn’t until you step foot on the resort and heard the beautiful waves crash the shore, and the sound of the palm trees colliding with each other that you realized that this is what you needed, not an hour at a the local spa or a horror movie marathon, a week in Hawaii was just what you needed.

This trip was not just something that you needed mentally but it was also a trip that you need physically. You have not gotten a chance to show off your body in such a long time that this was the perfect opportunity to do so. You already knew you had a perfect body; you have perky c-cup breast and a slim figure. Your slim figure wasn’t even what made you so happy about your body, it was your natural plump behind that you appreciated so much because so many girls do work just to have the kind of natural bottom that you have. For that you thank your mother for her Caribbean background, and it being passed onto you in the best way.

All in all, this vacation was something that you needed without even thinking.

"How are you feeling today?" The usual voice of Rio flutters into your ears and causes you to break away from reading about a famous celebrity pregnancy. A small smile slips on your glossy lips as you peer up at the waiter who has been trying to get with you since you set foot on the resort.

"Oh, I'm doing well, thank you. How are you?" You question, your eyes dropping back on the magazine before closing it and placing on the side table next to you.

"I'm great, I'm almost done my shift so I'm going to be getting ready to go surfing with my pals," Rio says, his accent thick which intrigues you a bit but not enough to screw him.

"That sounds nice... Well, I'm just going to be staying here on this resort and relaxing, may just spend my whole entire day here on the beach." You state while lifting your drink to your lips and sucking on the smooth beverage as you peer across the ocean.

"Sounds like a good way to spend a day," Rio chuckles, his hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck which leads him to flex his biceps at you. That makes you roll your eyes and giggle at his attempt to pull you.

"Excuse me?" A voice breaks the conversation that causes both you and Rio to turn and look at who's speaking.

"Yeah can I get a..." But the voice stops speaking once they look at you, that causes a smirk to tug along your lips as you let your left hand gently pull down your sunglasses and peer at the stranger who seems too caught up at staring at your body to finish his words.

The sunlight hit his body in the most sinful way possible; the water droplets glistened on his body and caused the numerous tattoos on his skin to catch your attention as well as his Louis Vuitton swim shorts. His body was toned and taken care of, which you could tell by it radiating a beautiful glow. But it was not his body that caught your attention, it was his features. His chestnut hair fell over his eyes in loose ringlets that dripped with water; he has thick eyebrows and caramel cream coloured eyes that dazzled in your direction; he has fleshy plump lips that were a deep blush also, and his jawline was chiseled and set great definition to his face that made you stare at him longer then you should have.

The stranger and you remained eye contact that felt like forever until you decided to break the eye game with a little wink exchanged between the both of you without knowledge of the waiter, before pulling your shades back over your eyes and leaning your body back into the chair and sipping on your beverage.

"Yes sir, what would you like?" Rio questions, his attention fully on the tattoo man as you can still feel the man's attention on you.

"Ah... Yeah... Can I please get a beer for my friend and I?" He says as you watch the waves crash along the shoreline and the sandcastle that was made a few hours ago finally get destroyed from the sea salt filled wave.

"Yes of course sir." Rio says before standing and leaving your presence with the tattoo man who now fills your thoughts when you know it shouldn't.

You were never the type that sleeps around with any man that you found attractive; you were not one of those girls. You always set standards for yourself because if you were smart and thoughtful, also with all the attraction and money that you make you had to live up to the classiest version of yourself. Every man that you had a one-night stand with—which was only two—had a standard to live by on a checklist that you made in your head. They had to have a good job, be wealthy, be in shape, and look handsome.

Your friends loved to call you stubborn and boujee but you would just brush them off, they just didn’t have the same mentality that you do which is fine. When it came to men you were obviously picky but you would always say, “A nickel ain’t worth a dime”, and since you are so beautiful you couldn’t be screwing someone who looks shaggy, it wasn’t up for debate, so no matter what your friends said, you lived by your standards and don’t pay attention to the name calling.

The golden man caught your attention which had your mind already coming up with a thousand scenarios in your head, but you could not act on them so quickly. You already knew that you were caught on his mind by the way he couldn’t keep his eyes off you, so all you had to do is remain classy and a tease and you will get what you want.

“I’m back!” Rio piped up, causing you to slightly jump and turn your attention towards him rather than the disappearing sandcastle. You let a small smile tug on your lips before you grasp the magazine that you did not finish reading and plopped it onto your thighs.

“Nice to see you again,” You laugh lightly while flipping it back onto the page where you left off.

“Of course, Hey! Have you heard of Tiki Taki Night?” Rio asked as he let himself be seated back in his original spot. You shook your head as you looked over the photographs in the glossy book.

“Well it’s a party on the beach that we throw every Wednesday, every guess is invited to come and relax. There is a DJ and a bonfire, as well as food and entertainment. You should really show up, everyone has fun.” Rio says, his beaming smile wiping across his face which you could not help but giggle at due to his cuteness.

“Sure, I’ll pop in… It sounds nice,” You confess, your eyes tearing away from the paper and flickering towards the waiter.

“That’s amazing! And maybe you could show up to Friday Nights Out. The hotel has a bus come to the resort and pick up any guest to go to the best club around,” Rio continues, you nod your head in acknowledgement before turning back to your magazine.

“That sounds really good, maybe I’ll show up to both.” You say, cracking a smile before sucking in the rest of your beverage. “Hey Rio,” You begin, your left-hand tearing away from the magazine and tugging your sunglasses to the tipoff your nose. “Do you mind getting me another Pina Colada again, please and thank you.” You say while smiling.

“Of course Miss.” Rio says while standing, you hand him the glass and let a wink be exchange between the both of you, that causes Rio’s tan cheeks to glow a crimson shade before he takes the glass away from your fingertips and heads off to refresh your beverage.

Yep, this vacation is something that you deserved.

The sun was casted away and the wind was at a light breeze, the stars in the sky were sparkling brightly in the as the sound of wood cracking and upbeat music of dance-hall fluttered through your ears as you step foot on the beach.

You decided to be natural today, be simple with your look; you wore a long white strapless body clad summer dress that exaggerated your curves drastically, you had your natural curly hair tucked into a low bun with two stray ringlets framing the front of your face which you left simple too, you decided to do wing liner, you’re already bold lash extension set, a little bit of highlight and lip gloss which made your lips look so luscious. You wore your simple name chain and gold hoop earrings that made your outfit look cute, along with your Louis Vuitton slides.

Sand slipped between your toes as you ventured deeper onto the beach, the bonfire was in the middle of the beach as people stood around it either socializing or dancing along to the tunes in the air. The atmosphere was upbeat and fun that you could not stop the smile that ventured across your lips. Everyone was having an amazing time; relaxing, eating food, and dancing, that you could not help yourself but to join in also.

You let your feet carry you to the nearest bar and ordered a strawberry daiquiri, after it being served to you, you step foot on the dance floor and let your Caribbean side peak out of you and control your movements.

The fact that you had drinks earlier on in the day only added on to the sensuality of your dancing; your hips moved in slow circles, your free hand running over your body, your head moving from side to side as you continued to let the rhythm move your body in the most sinful way possible.

You knew you caught people's attention due by the many men that would try to dance with you but you declined every single one of them, the only people that you danced with were the woman there and some of the staff members who you've chatted with on the beach frequently.

When you finally got tired of dancing around sweaty bodies and your beverage constantly getting spilled on your hand, you decided it was time for you to rest and grab something to eat, so you made your way towards the fruit table that they had out.

"Hey Y/N!" You heard Rio greet you, which made you laugh before turning towards him and smiling.

"Hey Rio," You reply while placing strawberries on your plate.

"You're having a good time I see," He says while gesturing to the dance floor, you laugh lightly before nodding your head.

"Rio, do you mind getting me a Shirley Temple?" You ask while continuing to place your favorite fruits on your plate.

"No problem, I'll be back soon." He states before wandering away from your vision.

You let a huff leave your lips when you feel your plate weighing down on your fingertips, your plate is filled with various fruits that you adore that you can't wait to sit down and enjoy in peace. So, while turning your body around to locate a table near you, you end up bumping into someone's chest which causes you to stumble back and bump into the fruit table behind you.

"Oh shit! I'm so sorry." The man says, both of his hands landing on your shoulders to hold your tipsy body straight.

"Oh no!" You gasp, your lips immediately turning into a frown as you stare down at the sand below your feet.

"Did I hurt you? God, I'm so sorry!" The man says while leaning down a bit.

"No, I dropped my fruit," You sigh while flickering your gaze between the fruit and now at the man who is laughing at your childish personality.

"I'm so sorry, I'm a bit tipsy and I don't know how to act," You replied, your vision finally clearing up as you place your free hand onto the shoulder of the man.

"Don't worry... I think it's kinda cute," The man admits and finally your vision isn't a blurry mess and you can see who you're talking to, and with luck, it's the golden man who was gawking at you the other day.

His hair was in loose waves and brushed to the side, his face perfect and chiseled but his body was now covered. He had on Gucci polo shirt that defined his biceps so well that it had your mind running all over the place, his legs are dressed in plain black Balmain pants, along with Gucci slides.

You were not pleased that his body was covered but he dressed exactly like you, so you didn't mind.

A giggle ended up slipping through your lips before you let your back leave the table and step closer into the man, the scent of his cologne wafting your senses and clouding your mind.

"Mm... Versace," You hum while flickering your gaze into looking into his chocolate coloured eyes.

"Oh, a woman who knows?" The golden man said, a smile spreading on his face as he let his hands slide down your arm and rest at your elbows, a shiver of affection sliding up your spine as you feel yourself getting pulled deeper and deeper into the golden man's touch.

"Hey, we both have expensive taste, I know these things," You say while winking, that only causes the man to chuckle before straightening his posture and staring down at you.

"Can I get your name beautiful?" He says and you laugh little while gently smacking your free hand against his chest.

"It's Y/N... What about you, what's your name?" You say while smiling up at the charming man that towers over you.

"It's Calum," He says while smiling down at you, and for a minute you step back, and you feel your heart skip a beat.

"Are you Australian?" You gasp, while pulling your free hand away from Calum's chest and dipping it into your plate of fruit and popping a grape into your mouth.

"Yup," Calum chuckles while flicking his gaze amongst your features before clearing his throat and smiling at you. "Hey, why don't we find ourselves a seat, so we don't have to be standing around the whole time." He says, his thumb smoothing over your expose skin and rubbing it gently.

"This plate is weighing heavy on me," You say while smiling, which only makes Calum smile also before directing himself and you to a table.

Calum and you ended up spending your time sitting together and talking about various things such as the reason on why both you were on vacation, what you do for work, and just getting to know each other.

You found out that Calum was on vacation due to his sister getting married here, you found it adorable as he ranted on and on about his sister and how close they are. You also found out that Calum was a manager for a big cooperate company in New York, which you both related too greatly.

You both talked about the places you have visited due to work and what you do on your free time. Many of the places varying from New York to Dubai, you loved travelling, even though you didn’t do it a lot, you still enjoyed the new sceneries that you got to experience every chance you got.

"I want to go back to New York," You say while dipping your finger into your plate and grasping a strawberry.

"You should come." Calum states, his elbow propped up on the table with his hand holding his chin as his eyes never seem to leave your features.

"So, I will then," You say while smirking, your shoulders standing tall as you lean in a bit towards the table, your elbows on either side of you which causes your breasts to press together and causing your chest to look delicious especially since you're not wearing a bra.

"Good... I want to see more of you," Calum says, his Australian voice deep and husky as he leans in closer also, his gaze flickering over your exposed breasts before laying on your eyes once more.

"You want to see more of me?" You repeat while dipping the strawberry into your mouth and letting your glossy lips wrap around the fruit and suckle the juices that pour from the red fruit once your teeth sink into it.

"Of course, I do. I want to spend time with you; take you shopping, have dinner, maybe catch a movie, stay at my place." He says, his hand leaving his face to reach across the table and capture the juice that runs across your lips and catch it into his mouth.

That causes your heart to flutter in your chest, and your legs to clench together from the words dripping from his lips with the action that he just presented in front of you.

"That sounds nice," You hum while licking your lips before taking another bite of the strawberry.

"It does... Doesn't it?" Calum hums while pulling his thumb away from his mouth and resting it on the table. "But I need you to agree to it." He continued, his caramel eyes dazzling in the fire from the bonfire blazing a few feet near you.

"Agree to what?" You say, your eyebrows rising as you look at Calum playfully. But before Calum could speak, Rio comes back just in time to deliver you your drink that you ordered hours ago, but you frankly don't care because you had plenty of drinks before to fuel your energy.

"I'm sorry I'm so late with your drink!" Rio blurts out once reaching your table, his hand placing your fruity beverage on the table, right next to your plate of fruit before dashing away to serve another guest. A smile widens on your glossy lips as you see the pink ombre drink.

"Nope, you don't need to drink anymore," Calum says while pushing the drink towards himself which causes you to pout and shake your head.

"I'm having fun." You state while trying to drag the drink back towards you, causing your hands to touch each other.

"You're already quite tipsy you don't need anymore, how about I bring you to your room, okay? So, you can get some rest." Calum says, his hand that is on the glass removing itself and wrapping around yours, only making your heart jump.

"Can I at least sip this on the way there?" You say while pouting slightly, that only makes Calum laugh a bit before nodding his head.

"Fine... Let's go. Do you have everything you need?" He says while standing and walking towards you to help you get down from your chair.

"Mhm..." You hum while climbing off the highchair and brushing into the Australian man's body.

You and Calum left the beach and ventured off to the direction of your room. The sound of your sandals hitting the floor has the noise buzzing in your ears, so you turn towards him and smile.

"Drink please," You say while smiling up at the tall man and batting your eyes up at him.

"Remember to sip it slowly," Calum said as he passed the drink to you with hooded eyes.

Just as the drink was handed over to you, he let his arm come over your shoulders as you ingested the fruity drink that tingles your taste buds.

"This taste so good," You beam while turning towards the golden man with your lips wrapped around the black straw and your cheeks hollowed in. You watch as Calum's eyes flicker over your obvious suggested face before smirking and clicking on the pad to locate the elevator and bring it down.

"Oh, I bet it does," Calum chuckles before the both of you are stepping into the elevator and reaching over to punch your floor number into the machine, before turning back into Calum's warm body.

"You know what else would taste good?" You giggle while slipping one of your hands onto Calum's broad shoulders and your feet reaching up on your toes as you try not to spill your drink on either of you.

"What?" Calum said while his hands slid down your sides and rest on your hips, that causes a pleased hum to leave your lips at the warmth of his huge hands. You do not even reply, your head just cocking back before you let your drink slip back between your lips and smiling up at Calum daringly.

The chime of the elevator stopping on your floor, caused Calum to move you around with your hips and lead you to your room. For once you felt like you were not trying hard to be something that you were not. You were not having to act stingy or stuck up to play hard to get, you did not have to bat away Calum's comments or act to good for him. Maybe it was because you had drinks in your system, or maybe it was just because of how Calum talked with you in such a short amount of time, that you just couldn't help but act so normal around him, that you acted like yourself.

You liked the feeling of not having to try and act so big and bossy around him, that you did not want the night to end. You wanted to continue spending time with Calum, you wanted to hear him speak more about his work because he spoke so passionately about it, you wanted Calum to speak to you about what he loves about New York so much. You just wanted to hear Calum speak in his beautiful voice and just be around his presence.

"This is it." You state while peeling your hotel key out of the back of your phone case and swiping it through the door so that it unlocks. You turned back towards Calum while using your free hand and grasping your hand in his.

"You don’t want to come in?" You question while leaning your head against the door and tugging Calum into you. That makes Calum laugh slightly before shaking his head and letting his hands cradle your neck.

"No, I shouldn't," He says while leaning into your body, which only makes you clouded by his cologne and his body heat that you just want all over you.

"Why not?" You say while taking your free hand away from his hand now cradling your neck and slipping it down his chest.

"Because you're drunk." He states before smirking at your wondering hand.

"Yeah yeah..." You laugh before pouting, "I guess I have to let you go now." You state, your eyes staring up at Calum.

His hands release your neck from his hold and slides down to your waist, your body now coming closer towards Calum, but you do not even mind. You especially do not mind when he is dipping his down to place his lips on yours. His soft lips that taste of strawberry and scotch drip onto your lips and settle on your taste buds, you mouth immediately opening up and letting his saliva coated muscle dip into your mouth slide along yours, and you feel like you're in heaven.

You let your tongue circle around his before running along his taste buds, scotch seeping into the expense of your mouth as you let your tongue fight for dominance. As you let your tongue struggle against Calum's, that did not stop your wondering hand from only settling on his chest. You let it venture smoothly down to where you hope you will be getting soon in a few more strokes of your tongue. Your hand wrapping around the half hard member as you feel Calum's hand slide further down your hips and grip your backside into his hands. That causes a moan to slide from your lips, making you pull back before letting your lips touch Calum's golden skin, your mouth sucking in his skin and letting it taste the mixture of alcohol on your tongue before you pull away and start to leave kisses.

"Please... Stay with me." You moan before you feel his hands slide away from your skin and stop your tantalizing movements.

"I can't... You're drunk and I just want you to get some rest." Calum states while stepping away from your touch and looking down at you. Your eyes now fiercely looking up at him, as he stares down at you with concern.

"Okay." Calum states, his voice deep and demanding that it shocks you, but not enough for you to show it.

"Fine." You state before turning back around and closing the door. Your night officially over.

You woke up the next morning with a minor headache and flashbacks of how your night ended. A groan left your mouth as the way you acted towards Calum replayed in your head. Not only were you acting like yourself, but you were also acting like brat since you did not end up getting what you wanted which was such a game changer for you.

When it came to remotely anything that you wanted you would always get it, whether it was a promotion or expensive pair of shoes that you have been dying to have, you always got it. So, when Calum declined that he would not step deeper into the room and have his way with you, you were distraught. You knew that Calum was attracted to you because of the advances that he made, and how he wanted you to go to New York and spend some days with him, so the fact that he didn’t want to have you, wounded you a bit.

It did not wound you enough to cry over the simple decline, but it wounded you for the better, because when you see him next you knew how exactly you were going to act. A complete tease, and then Calum will not see you as just any woman who he can just decline sexual favors too.

As you have the scenario of teasing Calum on your mind when you see him next, you decided to nurse your head ache inside of your room and spend the day there, with room service catering to you and your facial products that you brought with you, since you knew you would have a hangover or a minor one when you came to Hawaii.

It was Friday and you were ready to go out tonight and drink to your hearts content, you ate constantly throughout the day, and drank water also. Even though you did not have many friends on the resort, you were still happy to go out and not have to think about working the next morning.

You had just finish throwing on your outfit for the night before you sprayed perfume all over your pressure points and head out. You decided that you would wear your Kenzo t-shirt with your biker shorts that made your behind look irresistible, along with your all black Puma creepers. You did your makeup simple but eye catching, along with your accessories, your hoop earrings dangling by your face as you left your chest bare but did leave a few bracelets to dance on your wrist throughout the night. You left your hair straight which trailed down to the middle of your back.

Once you knew you were ready and packed everything you needed in your YSL satchel, you headed down to the lobby where you decided to wait so you would not miss the bus. When you reached the lobby, it was nearly filled with young people dressed up and ready to party just as much as you.

You pushed your way through the many bodies and sat down on the couch in the waiting area as you waited for the bus to come and take you to the night club. If you were back home on vacation you wouldn’t be waiting around until a bus came to bring you to a club, you would have ordered a taxi and headed on your way to whatever club you saw first on the strip, but you wouldn’t do that when you’re new to a country and you don’t know where anything is located, nor what people lurk the streets.

Just as you pulled the water bottle out of your satchel you felt someone sit right next to you, that causes your head to perk up as you unscrew the bottle and let a smile slide along your glossy lips.

“Hey you,” You say while sipping your water and looking at the curly hair man in front of you.

“Feeling better today?” Calum quirks up with a smirk, causing you to roll your eyes at him.

“I was perfectly fine, why do you say that?” You say while cocking your head to the side and looking at him.

“Because I didn’t see you yesterday, and I didn’t want to go to your room because you seemed pretty pissed at me the last time we spoke.” He states while roaming his eyes over your features, as you just rolled yours and closed the cap of your water.

“I wasn’t pissed at you,” You reply while straightening your back and looking at Calum deviously.

“Oh, you weren’t?” Calum says while smirking, that causes a small smile to tug on your lips before turning your body towards Calum and letting your right-hand rest against his chest like the previous night before.

“I’m just not use to being put in my place.” You state while letting your hand roam amongst his tone chest as you peer into his beige eyes. “But maybe that’s why I like you so much… You put me in my place, and no one has ever done that to me.” You say while gently biting down on your bottom lip and peering up at Calum through your lashes.

“What are you up to?” Calum questions as he leans into your touch, his eyes flickering over your body posture before gazing into your alluring eyes.

“Why would I be up to something?” You say while smirking at Calum and running your hand up his chest and letting your thumb gaze across his cheek.

“Don’t worry… I haven’t come up with something that would completely throw your game off.” You reply with a smile before peeling your hand away from Calum’s smooth cheek and retreating it back onto your lap.

“That’s good to hear.” Calum chuckles before letting the hand that remained on your shoulder roam up and slide to your chin, his forefinger and thumb carrying you to his full lips. “Can I have a kiss?” He questions, that causes a giggle to leave you, just as your lips are face to face with each other.

“You want a kiss? Just like a few nights ago?” You ask, only causing Calum to hum. “Well it’s going to have to wait because the bus is here.” You state as you pull away from his embrace and stand up.

The young bodies around you are walking by as they board the bus, you watch as Calum laughs before standing also, as you lead the way to the bus that awaits your fun.

It was not long that once you step off of the shuttle bus and followed the resort crowd into the packed club that you were already making your way to the bar and ordering your first drink of the night, you let your arms lean against the bar top as your chest perked out in front of you as you waited to get the bartender attention.

Soon you felt warm hands settle on your hips which only made you roll your eyes before turning slightly to your left to see the bronze man towering over you.

“What are you doing?” You question while raising your eyebrow and flicking your eyes at him before turning back around and lifting your index finger in the air hoping that will pull the busy bartender.

“I can’t help you?” Calum questions back at you before you hear his thick Australian accent boom over the thumbing speakers in your ears and finally catching the mixers attention.

“Can I get a Pina Colada and a rum and coke, please!” Calum shouts that leaves the bartender to nod his head before turning around and beginning to make the drinks.

The action causes your face to scrunch up and turn towards Calum in swift movements, your head leaning up to look at him as colourful strobe lights hit his features.

“You want to be nice to be to me all of a sudden?” You counter, your eyebrow still perched up high as you glare at him.

“I’m nothing but nice to you, maybe even more,” He says, leaning down so you can hear him better, that only causes a smile to drag across your lips at his cute gesture because it’s visibly shown that you are a lot shorter then him.

“You were not nice to me the other night?” You say, your head leaning to the side as you peer up at him with your doll eyes, this was the look you gave men when you want them at your feet and just by the look that Calum is giving you just now, he was putty in your hands.

“Don’t be doing that.” Calum states, his body brushing you up against the bar as you feel his hands grip you even tighter. The smell of his cologne filling your nose as continue to peer up at him.

“Doing what?” You question, and just in time your drinks are being served to you and you feel Calum lean away from you for a moment to pull out his wallet and pay for the drinks before directing his attention back to you.

“Oh, you know exactly what you’re doing.” Calum speaks before dropping eye into a wink and slipping his hands off your waist and taking your hands in his.

The little game that you had planned out in your head was immediately executed as the sweet flavoured alcoholic drinks kept flowing in your system, it was also extremely hard for you to tease a man that you really wanted. The only thing you could do to tease him for your own advantage was grind up on him and continuing to pout your plump lips; but as soon as you heard the call that everyone was headed back to the resort you nearly jumped on Calum.

The ride back was filled with teasing hands and littered kisses, Calum kept on cracking dumb jokes well you were just trying to see how big his fingers were compared to yours and trying your hardest to imagine how good they would feel if they just slipped inside you. Of course Calum was completely oblivious to this because he was more on the drunk scale then tipsy, his lips were telling cheesy pick-lines and stupid one liners that you would just roll your eyes and place a kiss on his caramel skin before continuing to hear him laugh and go on about his own jokes.

But as soon as the shuttle bus rolled to a stop at the front of the resort and everyone fluttered out, Calum immediately grasped your hands in his and lead you both in the direction of his room.

“Oh, so why the change of heart now?” You question while listening to your feet hit the pavement and the sound of the waves hitting the shore can also be heard from a distance.

“There was never a change of heart, I just didn’t want you to think I was taking advantage of you when you were drinking,” Calum says, his right arm coming across your shoulders and pushing him deeper into you.

“There is a change of heart now since you’re clearly the intoxicated one,” You counter and look up at him with a pointed look.

“True, but I would not mind you taken advantage of me,” He says, his head now turning to look at you with a big dopey grin on his face.

“Is that so?” You laugh while swaying in his arm.

“Very much, you could do whatever you want to me in any state that I am in and I would allow you. Hell, you could even rob me as I sleep, and I would try and find you the next day just to ask you to take all my money again.” He states which only caused you to laugh even more at his outrageous statement but even more because he was serious.

“Don’t make me fall in love with you.” You laugh while leaning into him as he now presses the button to the elevator.

“Please do,” He continues, and towers over you as he places a kiss on your forehead, it causes your face to scrunch up and your heart to beat at your chest as you hear the elevator ding and the reflective doors peel open.

Honestly, you never ever thought of taking a guy serious in your life, especially one you just wanted a one night stand with, but when Calum kept telling you to come to New York with him and to just spend a few weeks the look in his eyes seemed like just in such a small amount of times that you have known and communicated with each other that he really wanted to get to know you more and wanted do cater to you, and it surprised you because not many men looked at you with the same look that Calum did, but maybe this time it will be different.

As you both stepped out of the elevator Calum lead you to his room and with a swipe of his key card you smiled as you saw that his room was neat and proper order, your legs carried you straight to his bed were you laid flat down on it, your eyes closing as you hear your limbs ruffling the sheets.

“What are you doing?” Calum asks while tugging off his shirt and tossing it across his suitcase before laying down on the bed next you, that makes you roll around and let your eyes trail over his exposed frame.

“You’re such a slut,” You say in a fake gross way before leaning in and pressing a kiss along his neck.

“Oh, I’m a slut?” Calum chuckles before letting his free hands fall onto your waist before sliding lower and lower.

“Mhm…” You hum while taking your hands and running them through his curly hair.

“I’m your slut though,” Calum says while letting his bottom lip pout before you laugh and lean in for peck.

“Really?” You say while laughing, kissing his rum and coke stained lips.

“Only for you,” He says once more before deepening the kiss and letting his body lean against yours. His body already felt extremely warm against yours as he laid all his strength onto you so you could lean your back against the bed. Your fingers were still ruffling through his hair as his lips kept on pressing against yours.

You did not mind his rushed hands peeling off every single article of clothing that was suited to your body, you kicked off your shoes and let Calum do whatever he pleased since he had you moaning in his mouth with the twirl of his tongue.

You could not get over how good-looking Calum was, nor could you not process how sweet and teasing his lips moved against yours, you were so obsessed with Calum and you couldn’t help but continue to moan his name but with such little amount of time that you both had to venture each other bodies he was already unravelling you in a matter of seconds.

Soon he was tearing his lips away from yours and letting it roam down the expense of your skin, his lips hot to the touch as his saliva trailed down your body and left a heart beat just where you needed him most, and he sure enough got the cue of what exactly you wanted because he wasted no time to lower himself and run his tongue along your wet slit.

A moan trailed out of your mouth as your fingers now released its grasp from his curls and now clenching the white sheets below you. Your teeth bit down on your bottom lip as you felt his lips suck on your clit and his lengthy finger slowly circle your hole, your mouth was letting the most pleased noises into the air as you could not stop the pounding in your chest.

Soon enough his finger was inching into you with every lick that he took at your clit, your back was arching off of the bed and your fingers that were clenching the bedsheet were now going white with the amazing feeling of his lips pleasing you so sweetly.

“Calum,” You could not help but to cry out his name as your toes begin to curl as you feel him beginning to twist his finger out of you and push it back in. Your juices dripping that you even felt him taking his tongue off your clit to lick the running juices off of his finger. You swear you never met someone so determined and hungry to eat pussy that it had your stomach churning and your heart beating even faster then before.

His finger begin to pick up its paste and you really didn’t mind, you loved the way his lengthy finger felt in your heat, you loved how his eyes looked so black as he looked up at you to see if you were enjoying yourself and your moans could not simply even lie for you; you were in heaven. His lips were so big and juicy that when he sucked on your clit you could not stop the cries that would escape, your legs would start to cower in on each other as you felt the ball in your stomach begin to tie in knots and the usual feeling of static descending down your back was on the verge.

“Calum,” You cried once more, tearing one hand away from the sheets and placing it into his ringlets, your hand pushing away his head which caused him to pull away from you with a smirk on his face as your wetness was glistening on his chin.

“What’s wrong?” He asks while peeling your legs open and letting himself pepper kisses along your neck, a laugh leaves your mouth before you take your hand from out of his hair and run it down his back.

“I really just did not want to come yet,” You say before you feel Calum smirk against your skin as he leans up and rest on his knees.

“So, what are you trying to do then?” He asks, his thick eyebrow raising up as the obvious print in his boxers is exposed. You leaned up and let your hands trail down his happy trail to then peel back his boxers to look at him.

“Do you want me to return the favour?” You ask him, your eyes looking up at Calum in the same doe expression that you have been teasing him with all night long.

“I’m gonna be honest with you,” Calum chuckles, his hands that were resting at his side now laying on either side of your neck. “If you give me head, I’m not going to last,” He says, while a smile expands on his lips, which causes you to smile also.

“What makes you think when you’re in my pussy you’re going to last?” You counter and that causes a smirk to now swipe across Calum’s features and you just lean your head to the side before smiling a sheepish smile.

Deciding to not waste anymore time, you decide to turn over in your favourite position and wait for Calum to please you, soon enough you felt his warm member rubbing against your heat before inching into you ever so slightly, you could not help the moan that slipped out of your mouth. Calum is lengthy but his thickness is what had your toes curling, he stretched you out so pleasantly that you just had to smile at the feeling of him filling you up so amazing.

As soon as you felt his hips meet your backside his thrust begin slow to soon begin to pick up with paste, his hips snapping into yours as you felt him dragging against your insides in the most sinful way. His member was wrapped around in your juices that you could hear yourself every time Calum smacked his hips against yours.

You loved the feeling and you could say hands down this was the best sex you have ever had in your life, Calum was the right fit for you, not to lengthy but just the perfect thickness, on top of that he knew exactly how to move his hips and keep your toes curling that when you widened out your legs in your position you felt him stretch you out even more which had a grin flowing on your face.

Soon enough you felt Calum’s hips begin to slow down and you knew it was finally your turn to put your work in, you let your back arch and your hips begin to cock down onto his member, your backside jiggling to his enjoyment as your wet slit continue to pump him in and out of yourself that when you heard Calum moaning you knew that he enjoyed the position just as much as you do.

“Fuck you’re so tight and wet,” He whispered to himself, but you easily heard it in the proximity that you were in.

Not only did it feel good for him but it also felt extremely good for you, you loved the feeling of him slipping in and out of you at your own pace the fact that you were so tight that you felt every pulse in his member. You could not help but moan out when you felt the static in your back begin to make an appearance as you continued to runt yourself down on him.

You felt Calum’s warm hands take your hips and begin to meet your movements with his hips, now both of you really high off of each other and chasing the feeling of wanting to get off as you both were dying to with the amount of pleasure you both were feeling.

Your moans never let up and Calum’s grunts only seemed to become louder and louder, his hands that were laid on your hips begin to tighten as you felt his member twitch and pulse in your heat, and as he continue to pick up speed and bury himself deep in you, the static shot up through your spine and curled your toes, your lips dropping as you felt yourself completely be taken over by the shock waves of a climax over coming you.

“Fuck,” Calum groans when he feels you tighten yourself even more around him as your slit continues to drip in your honey all over his cock as you reach your climax, his eyes gazing down at were you two meet in the most beautiful way until he feels a wave over come him. He quickly pulls out from you and lets himself release all over your soaked slit, a soft moan leaving your lips as you hear him continue to grunt and swear.

Just as you were about to lie fly back down on the bed in front of yourself you feel a cloth dip between your legs and collect Calum’s semen before you feel it disappear and his hands wrap around your waist that pushes you back into the bed.

“Hmm that was amazing,” You said while turning into his arm and pressing a kiss against his tan arm.

“You took the words right out of my mouth.”

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cursedhxhposts · 4 years

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An Odd Morning

Pairing: Reader x Surprise Character

Authors Note: Thanks so much for the 1000 followers to this cursed blog :) I had a lot of fun writing this for all of you and I hope you enjoy it too!! I hope you all have a very wonderful day!!! I’m putting a read more option on it, because it is very long. Check the end for more notes!! thanks again you guys are great :)

The warm morning light flitted through the slightly open window, and gently hit your eyes as you woke up from your pleasant dream. You could feel a cool breeze wisp away at the covers, causing you to shift just a bit, when you suddenly felt a pair of warm arms around you, holding you tighter.

Smiling to yourself, you turned around to face the person who held you in their embrace, feeling a sense of calm wash over you as your gaze landed on Mizai’s features, which were glowing in the morning light. His face looked ever so peaceful as he continued snoring on, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, completely oblivious to the world around him. You lightly traced the sides of his face with a finger, causing him to groan slightly before he tightened his hold and inched closer to you, his lips ghosting along the nape of your neck. Together, you basked in these few moments of soft innocence before it was time to start the day.

Sighing contentedly, you remembered the events from the night before, when you swiped right on him through a dating app called Nender, and recalled his sweet and honeyed words. He was just different from everyone else on the app; you had seen a man with a tattoo on his forehead who seemed like he was part of some cult, a man who looked like he was trying to get into med school, so you knew his schedule screamed busy, and finally, someone whose profile picture was just a dick pic with something written about gum. In reality, this was more of an accidental swipe, a type where your friends had your phone, and during the utter chaos of trying to get it back you swiped right. But boy were you glad you did.

The night consisted of a fancy home cooked meal with some wine, followed by a scary movie, and finally, just falling asleep together. It definitely had the potential to go somewhere more, and you weren’t ready to give that up.

Mizai’s breathing shifted and he blearily opened his eyes in your direction, smiling before gently pulling you in for a kiss. As he was pulling away, he kissed your nose again before softly smiling.

“Good Morning Y/N, did you sleep well?” Mizai asked.

“Good morning,” you replied, smiling back at him shyly. “I slept well.” Especially with your arms around me, you wanted to add, but didn’t. “Thank you.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” he groaned while stretching before slightly turning, taking you along with him. “I wonder what time it is...”

He glanced at the clock, noting that it was 9:23 in the morning, before sighing and pulling you closer to his chest. A few minutes went by, filled with blissful silence, before you begrudgingly tore yourself away from Mizai, dressed in one of his many black and white spotted shirts. It was quite oversized on you, and you remembered when you first saw his black and white closet:

“What?” He had asked, chuckling. “You can’t put a price on fashion.”

That was an understatement, because with the size of his loft apartment and the sheer amount of clothes he owned in the same monochromatic scheme, this guy was clearly loaded.

He looked up at you, catching your hand before you could move it away, and brought it back down to his chest so he could lightly caress your knuckles. Then, with his lidded eyes still locked onto yours, he kissed them.

“Where are you going?” he mused.

“I was just thinking about getting out of your hair so you can go on with your day,” you replied, absentmindedly tracing little figures onto his chest.

“Nonsense, I don’t really have anything planned with my day. So I’m all yours if you’d like,” He smiled.

“Okay...but–”

“No but’s, Y/N. I’m having a great time with you.” He chuckled, “You can use my shower if you want, I’ll go ahead and make some breakfast for you. How does that sound?”

“Sounds great,” You smiled.

“Good, fresh towels are underneath the sink, and if you don’t want to wear any of your clothes from yesterday, you can pick something out of my closet.” Mizai leaned up to give you a kiss on your cheek before hopping out of the bed, giving you a wink before he made his way down the loft stairs and towards the direction of the kitchen.

You got out of the king size bed, the satin sheets slowly slipping off of you before your feet hit the cool wooden floors. You walked into the large bathroom, sidestepping a few decorative pillows that were thrown haphazardly to the ground.

You grabbed your discarded clothes from the plush desk chair in the corner of the room, deciding that you’d just put those back on and proudly own up to your future walk of shame whenever you decided to go back home. The cold tile of the bathroom hit your feet, and the bright light hit your eyes, before you closed the door to get ready for the day.

After you finished getting ready, you headed down the stairs to go to the kitchen, where the smell of food hit your nose, and you saw Mizai making some pancakes by the stove. You snuck up behind him and wrapped your arms around his torso, as he turned slightly to say “You’re just in time, the pancakes are all done.”

“Smells good,” you said, helping him set the table before sitting down.

“What would you like to drink? I got water, orange juice, milk,” He paused, and then added jokingly, “Or some wine from last night.”

“I’m good with either water or milk,” you chuckled.

“Ookay, here’s your water, and let me go grab your milk really quick,” he said, doing a slight jog to the second, smaller refrigerator which was stocked full of milk. You couldn’t recognize the brand, but you were certain that it was probably from a local farm or something.

After you both finished breakfast, his phone lit up, with a dog emoji being the only thing close to a name on screen. He answered, before dropping his head in his hands and sighing, having heard what the other person was telling him.

He ended the call, letting out a disappointed breath, and then looked at you with regret in his eyes as he said, “I’m so sorry I really wanted to spend the day with you, but it looks like work called and I have to go in for a meeting.”

“Oh… that’s okay, how long is the meeting?”

“Probably around thirty minutes or so if two of the members don’t stir up any drama. Otherwise, it’ll most likely be about an hour and a half filled with boring presentation slides filled with fireworks in the background.” Mizai groaned.

“Oh well that’s not too bad, I could drive you if you want, and then just wait out in the lobby or whatever? I mean, I don’t want to impose, I can also just leave and let you get on with your day…” You started to ramble.

“No, no I’d love that. You wouldn’t have to wait out in the lobby or anything, you could honestly hang out inside the conference room. Pariston probably won’t bring up anything important; I mean, it’s not like the chairman died or anything, so I’d think it would be fine.”

“Okay cool, is it okay if I take this with me?” You gestured to the milk bottle.

“Yeah of course!” He smiled, “Just let me get ready really quick and then we can head out.”

You went onto your phone for a bit, texting some of your friends who were hungry for more info about this mystery man, and how your night went with him. Thirty minutes went by like this, and you became so engrossed with messaging your friends that you didn’t even realize that Mizai had walked down the stairs and up to you ever so silently, until he was startling you by asking, “You’re not talking about me are you?”

“Uh, no?” You replied after your heart slowed down again.

“I’m just kidding, are you ready?”

You nodded, and the both of you headed down the complex together and to your car.

It took less than ten minutes for you to arrive, and even though you were starting to feel nervous about going to the meeting with him, Mizai reassured you with a gentle squeeze from his hand. You smiled up at him and gently nudged your shoulders together as he led you to the conference room.

Mizai opened the door, allowing you to step into the Zodiac council chamber before him, clutching your bottle of milk as you took in the scene in front of you. Some people in bizarrely dressed outfits seemed to just be talking. A scruffy looking man with an odd hat and seemingly dirty clothes seemed to be mumbling to himself some ancient text from an archaeological ruin or something. And a blonde man in a very expensive looking suit was just on his computer, browsing at what seemed to be more designer suits.

He must be Pariston? You thought as you smiled shyly to all the people in the room, who had all stopped to look at the bottle of milk you were holding.

Pariston looked up with the rest of them, and greeted both you and Mizai warmly with a seemingly kind, but dangerous, sort of smile and offhandedly commented, “Ah, so I see we are partaking in Mizai’s milk today.”

Your body ran cold as the entire world around you came screeching to a halt…

“...His What?”

End Fic :)

A/N: for anyone lost, this is referencing to a headcanon earlier in the year where Mizai has udders and makes his own milk :) that has absolutely cursed me, and I hate it. Also this is literally right before everyone finds out the chairman died. I told you it was gonna be cursed.

#hunter x hunter #hxh #pariston #ging #mizaistom nana #hxh mizaistom #cursed fic #i can't believe i spent four hours of my life writing this #hisoka #leorio #chrollo #x reader

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mellifluoushood · 4 years

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Into The Dark - C.H. AU [Chapter 1]

A/N: Hello and welcome to my first series! This is an alternative universe with Calum Hood as a tattoo artist. Inspired by the thought of Calum with a nose ring, this is what happened. Thank you to @calumscalm @toofadedtofight and @dukehoods for helping me iron this idea out! Moodboard credit to @ammwritings !! Thank you so much!! xx Synopsis: Full-time college student, Seraphina Sallow, works as a receptionist for world-famous tattoo artist, Calum Hood. Their friendship blossomed when she wrote an article about his tattoo parlour, Fallen Angel Tattoos, for a journalism project at school. Since then, she’s been working as a receptionist at his parlour to put herself through school. As college tuition increases and her social security checks get smaller, she’s beginning to struggle to keep up with her payments. And then, a fallen angel shows up in the parlour, offering her the solution to all of her problems. But, at what cost? (TEASER) Genre (this chapter is): angst / fluff / smut / normal Warning: heavy mentions of drug use (smoking weed), strong language, weapons (firearms) Taglist: @calumscalm @gigglyirwin @ammwritings @loveroflrh @dukehoods @toofadedtofight @babylon-corgis

Her giggles bounce off the black walls in the parlour. It doesn’t quite harmonise with the sound of the tattoo gun buzzing along a client’s skin, but it doesn’t sound out of place. At least not to Calum. The laughing and snorts have become a regularity in his shop. It had started as a quiet shop, the only noise coming from a playlist he made weekly and the occasional small talk clients would make with him. But, her laughing bounced through the door one day, alighting the energy of the parlour with something lighter, happier.

Calum remembers the day as if it were yesterday. He had finished a tattoo, sanitising the skin and wrapping it with Saniderm when the silence was broken by the sound of the bell ringing above the door, followed by an eruption of giggles and an, ‘I’m here, I’ll call after I’m done.’. His eyes had rolled as he muttered a ‘finished’ to the customer before standing up and walking to the front desk. There stood a woman, a little younger than him, searching her large tote bag for something.

“Can I help you?” Calum deadpanned, looking at the woman whilst taking money from the customer. He knew he was being rude to both the customer and the woman, but the customer had been asking him questions the entirety of the tattoo and the woman was too cheerful to be in a dark, quiet parlour.

“Oh, yes, I’m here for...” she pulls out a small notebook and a recorder, flipping open the cover and looking at the name, “Calum Hood. I’m Seraphina Sallows, I have an interview with him.”

“That’s me,” Calum raises his eyebrows, a little irritated this reporter hadn’t bothered to look him up, or even know his name when she stepped into the parlour.

“Oh, hello,” she smiles. She extends her hand. Calum doesn’t take it. Instead, he walks from the front desk and to his station. Seraphina purses her lips but follows him. He sits on the tattoo chair, waving her to sit in the spinning chair he usually sat in. She sat quietly, unsure of how to act around him. Her smile tended to put her interviewees at ease, but instead, it seemed to make Calum more jaded, tenser.

When she sat down, he looked at her from head to toe. Besides from her smile and laugh, she didn’t exactly scream ‘bright’. She had dark brown, curly hair with a straightened fringe hanging just over her groomed eyebrows. Her eyes were a dark shade of brown, much like dark chocolate that seemed to sparkle in the fluorescent lighting. Calum thought he saw hints of green around her iris’s perimeter. She had olive skin that was tanned, covered in small handwriting tattoos. A few rings decorated her fingers that gripped a black pen, notebook open in her lap to jot down notes. She wore an oversized shirt that hung over what he presumed were shorts. He could see scattered tattoos along her thighs and calves. The only thing bright about her was her teeth that gleamed whenever she braced her pearly whites. Through the fabric of her shirt, he could see a navel piercing. He noted the nose ring on the right side of her nose. The only thing bright about Seraphina was her name, her smile, her teeth and her voice.

As the interview went on, he had noted her morbid sense of humour and lack of optimism about her future, even though she was in college. Her voice was light, resonating just the right tone in her chest for her 5-foot 2-inch stature. He was intrigued, to say the least. He wondered why she put off such a happy persona when she very clearly was not happy.

Since then, he’s learned that she is happy. She’s happy in her own way. Calum couldn’t describe it to anyone if they ever asked, he had never been the best with his words.

“You done, Miss Slap Happy?” Calum questions, walking in from his station to say goodbye to his client. He barely acknowledges the client once his eyes land on Seraphina.

“Done with what?” She rolls her eyes at him, giving the client a gleaming smile and announcing the total. Along with the tip, Calum had made good money off this customer.

“Done with being annoying,” Calum deadpans as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. She rolls her eyes at him once more. It’s all she ever seemed to do around him. Except for smile. She smiled around him a lot.

“You’re one to talk, Mister Grumpy,” Seraphina uses a baby voice at the end. Calum just nods at his client before returning to his station to sanitise it before close. Seraphina follows the customer to the door, thanking him for his business and locking the glass door once he’s left. She can hear the sound of the spray bottle along with the squeaking of the paper towel rubbing along the metal rolling table and leather of the tattoo chair as she approaches his work station.

“Are we still on for drinks?” Calum asks, referring to their Friday night ritual. Drinks at Steve’s before either going home or hopping over to a club for more overpriced drinks. She quickly turns around, trying to conceal the guilt on her face,

“I can’t, I thought I told you last week,” she frowns, her attempt at sounding genuine quite feeble as she turns off the computer. Calum rounds his corner from his station, furrowing his brows.

“No?” His voice has an edge to it. He notices the way she swallows before replying to him,

“I have plans,” she simply states, not willing to share what she was up to. Calum makes a face,

“Care to elaborate?”

“It’s not important,” she shrugs, trying to conceal the lie. Calum picks up on the way that she tried to lighten the tone, but there was something underneath her words that poke at Calum.

“Whatever,” it’s his turn to roll his eyes. She looks down at the desk, biting at her lip when her phone vibrates in her pocket. She quickly fumbles for it, reading the address from a blocked number before shoving it back in her shorts. Calum watches as her facial features fell at the sight of whoever texted her. He could see the way her eyes had begun to develop small drops of something that he didn’t recognise. He had never seen that look in her eyes before.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” Seraphina shrugs off Calum’s attitude, a fake smile winding its way up to the corners of her mouth. Calum scoffs before turning on his heel, unlocking the front door and slamming it behind him.

She flinches at the sound of the metal edges hitting the doorframe, her own heart seeming to flinch at Calum’s mood. She pulls out her phone, texting an ‘on my way’ before collecting her bag and leaving the shop, locking the door behind her.

She looks down either side of the sidewalk, turning left and finding her car parked on the side of the road. The old, beat-up Corolla was on its last leg, but she simply didn’t have it in her to buy another car. And neither did her bank account. She unlocked the door, the dark blue showing a few scratches around the handle, looking to her left and right again, before getting in. It’s stuffy and warm, the upholstery absorbing all of the heat from sitting outside all day. She starts the engine, quickly peeling out of the parking spot before heading for the address.

She looks at the abandoned building. Its grey walls are tagged with graffiti, that begin to cover the boarded-up windows. She notices the broken beer bottles in front of the door. She doesn’t see anyone outside. She pulls out her phone before sending Calum a quick, ‘I’m sorry I couldn’t make it tonight.’ He sees her message almost immediately, leaving the words ‘Read 19:57′ under the blue box. She sighs, pulling her hair out its bun and her fingers along her scalp. She looks up again, jumping at the sight of a man appearing at the entrance of the building.

She turns off the engine of her car, stepping out, looking left and right again, before shutting the door and locking it. She walks around the hood, tucking her hands across her chest as she approaches the man in front of the door. She recognises him as the client she had spoken to earlier in the day,

“Roy,” she nods her head at him. He smiles at her,

“Seraphina, I’m glad you could make it.” She stands in front of him, planting herself a few feet away from him, “I didn’t know if you’d take me up on my offer.”

“Yeah, well,” she shrugs. Her voice is no longer bright and her teeth no longer shine. Roy is smiling as if this is completely normal for him.

“Alright, let’s get started. You’re going to need this,” he reaches underneath his shirt and produces a handgun. It looks heavy as he holds it, “A Glock 19. Best for beginners,” he holds the barrel of the gun, handing her the grip. She doesn’t take it immediately. She simply stares, watching as the black shines under the street light a few feet from where they’re standing. She looks to her left and right again, looking for any sign of a security camera or cars passing by.

“Go on, it isn’t gonna bite,” he jokes. Her brown eyes look back at him and she swallows, hard. Uncrossing her arms, she reaches for the gun, slowly. When she grasps her hand around the grip and looks at Roy for further instruction. He releases the gun and it’s heavier than she anticipates. She catches it before she loses her grasp and it clatters to the ground.

“The safety is right next to the trigger. You take that off when you wanna shoot it, otherwise, it’s best if you keep it on. You cock the gun by moving the slide back. Make sure you have the safety off when you do that so you’re prepared to shoot if you need to,” he points to the spots on the gun. She barely absorbs his words as the heavy piece of metal shines back at her, almost as it’s taunting her.

She swallows again, nodding and looking up at Roy. She shakily checks to see if the safety is on before stuffing it in the band of her shorts. It feels stiff against her bare thigh, the metal a shocking cold. The cold always used to reboot her system when she was in shock. This kind of cold, only made it worse.

“You ready to meet the boss man?” Roy chuckles, leaning against the abandoned building and crossing his arms over his chest. She licks at her lips, using her front teeth to bite down on her lower lip. She shrugs nervously,

“I guess.”

Across town, Calum sits at the bar by himself. He’ll be damned if he doesn’t get his one night off. Saturdays, they opened the shop late, so he could be out till whenever he pleased on Friday nights. He had phoned Michael to join him. He didn’t want to drink alone tonight. When Michael walks through the entryway, he’s surprised that Calum’s alone at the bar. Michael approaches, slapping a hand on his tense shoulder,

“Hey, mate, what’s up?”

“Nothing,” Calum mutters, sipping at his whiskey on the rocks.

“What crawled up your ass?” Michael takes a seat next to his friend, signalling the bartender for a cider.

“Nothing nice, I can tell you that,” Calum tries to joke, but his voice comes out more like a growl.

“Where’s Seraphina?” His friend asks. Calum shoots him a look as if to say ‘don’t bother asking’, but Michael’s nosiness isn’t to be battled.

“I’ll ask again,” Calum turns his attention back to his whiskey, “Where’s Seraphina?”

“I don’t know,” he chuckles dryly, tossing back the glass. He gulps down the brown alcohol, no change in his facial expression, “Said she had ‘plans’.”

“And that was it?” Michael pushes.

“Yeah, Michael, that was it.” Calum snaps, flagging down the bartender for another whiskey. He was just starting to feel fuzzy, his stomach beginning to bubble with warmth, spreading a buzz throughout his blood. Michael sips at the bottle that had been placed in front of him, biting at his inner lip, trying to stop himself from asking more questions. Instead, he pulls out his phone, typing a quick, ‘Where are you?’ to Seraphina.

Her phone buzzes in her pocket as she stands next to Roy. She swallows, ignoring it as the man approaches her. His bald head shines in the dim light of the seemingly abandoned building. There are few lights in the back room, barely illuminating his facial features. The only things she can notice about him is the hollowness of his face and the sharp bones protruding from his cheeks. He has something between a five o’clock shadow and scruff along his jaw and above his upper lip. His green eyes are piercing, taunting as they look her up and down.

“You’re Connor’s ex-girlfriend,” he states with an amused tone. She nods her head.

“Thought you broke up with him to get out of this mess,” he presses.

“Circumstances change,” her voice is quiet. The boss barks out a laugh, turning around to the beaten up table holding bags of lord knows what. She looks at his stained white wife-beater. It’s covered in smears of brown and red.

“Well, I’m glad to have you aboard,” he turns around to look at her, sitting on the edge of the table. His mouth widens into a smile, revealing teeth that hadn’t seen the inside of a dentist office in what looked like decades. She subconsciously runs her tongue along the front of her teeth, “A hot little piece of ass like you will be real’ good for business, real good.” He runs his eyes up and down her legs again. Seraphina swallows once more.

“What were you thinking of starting with? Just some bud, or were you looking to make a bit more?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Well, I think you should go with more,” he reveals his teeth again in some form of a smile, “With you being in college and all, fending for yourself.” His words send a shiver down her spine. She suddenly feels hyper-aware of the piece that’s sitting on her left hip, the cold seemingly burning an imprint into her skin. The hair on the back of her neck stands up and she can feel the blood rush out of her face.

“O-okay,” she stutters. His smile goes wider,

“Let’s start you with some bud and some blow. Those are our best sellers, and I’m sure a lady like you won’t have a problem selling them.” She nods as he grabs plastic bags of white powder and green nuggets. She had seen this exchange plenty of times from a safe distance of a car parked across the street, the man hiding in the shadows, only hands holding bags visible in street lamps. She would watch as Connor looked left and right before taking the bags and stuffing them into his pockets.

“This bag has three others inside of it; a twenty bag, a fifty bag and an ounce,” he hands her the weed. She takes it slowly, trying to stop the shaking of her hands, “This bag also has three: half a gram, gram and a ball. I’m assuming you know what those go for,” he raises his eyebrows at her. She nods slowly before taking the plastic bag in her free hand.

He turns around and sits at his table again, “Let me just make something clear. If you don’t sell it all, you pay me for it. If you sell it all and aren’t honest with how much you make, you will pay for it. If you take it and keep the money for yourself...” he chuckles. The warning bells in her skull begin to ding at a high rate, “Well, you can fill in the blanks.”

Michael checks his phone for the thirtieth time as it seems like Calum knocks back his fifth glass of whiskey. Calum stopped responding to Michael’s attempts at conversation around glass number three. He’s been sitting in silence, staring at the bar top in front of him, his fingers wrapped tightly around the glass. Michael’s about to open his mouth again when a voice interrupts them,

“Hey, guys,” Seraphina’s voice is breathless when she approaches the bar, smiling at the bartender and ordering her usual. She sits in the open seat to Calum’s right. He lifts his head to look at her for a moment, noticing the small sheen of sweat that had begun to accumulate on her hairline and the redness lingering in the whites of her eyes,

“You’re stoned.” He states, looking back at his whiskey, knocking it back once again. He signals for his sixth.

“No,” she chuckles, “Just warm.”

“Yeah, sure,” Calum scoffs, watching as the bartender switched out the empty glass in front of him for another full one.

“Anyway, how are you, Michael?” Her attention turns to his blonde friend. She directs her voice towards him, but her eyes scan Calum. His black nose ring his still snug against his nostril, his array of roses tattooed on his neck still there, his brown, curly hair resting on top of his head the way it normally does. He’s wearing the same black t-shirt he wore earlier. His eyes are still the same dark brown they’ve always been. She’s checking to see if he’s changed when the reality of the situation is that she has.

Michael’s voice begins to chatter on as Calum’s gaze wanders to Seraphina. Her shoulders are tensed, her posture straighter. And that’s when his eyes spot it. The barrel of a gun outlined in her jean shorts.

#into the dark #isabella writes #5sos #5sos blurb #5sos fic #5sos fluff #5sos imagine #5sos smut #calum hood #calum hood blurb #calum hood fic #calum hood fluff #calum hood imagine #CH

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desiraypark · 4 years

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Drawing the Line (Pt. II)

PART I Characters: Kylo Ren x Tiffany Palmer (OC, Blk/F) Setting: Modern/Current Universe - comparable to an urban area in present-day U.S.A. Content: Infidelity; a little pushiness? Lust/lust-driven relationship; quick smut near the end. | The Ren House Word Count: 1,810

AUTUMN 2014

“We haven’t changed the colors or done much repainting, and I have no intention of doing so. I love the house as it is. But as for the furniture, in here, I want something fancy and vintage, but not super ornate. None of that Jetsons, space age shit. I’m talking Gibson girl era. No...flapper era...”

“Art deco,” Kylo chimed in.

Chelsea Ren whirled around and glanced at her tattooed husband. He shrugged at her. He was leaning against the pillar of the entryway, watching Chelsea and the interior decorator observe the living room. Well, he was watching the interior decorator. Tiffany Palmer.

As soon as stepped into the house, he soaked every inch of her in--her painted face, the curly ponytail down her back. She wore a sweater dress that clung to every curve of her body. And every time she walked by, he quietly breathed in her scent--floral, with a hint of fruit.

“That actually sounds perfect, Mrs. Ren,” she said. She looked up at the ceiling, then back down at the floor. “Intricate, unique lines, but plenty of pieces with solid colors.

Chelsea nodded. “I’m going to be honest with you Ms. Palmer, I have no clue what the fuck art decor is.”

“Art deco,” Kylo corrected.

“Honey, why don’t you go look around at the rest of the house. See what other ideas you can come up with?” Chelsea said.

“Why the fuck am I here if you don’t want my opinion?” Kylo asked.

Tiffany swallowed and unwittingly began backing into the corner of the living room.

“I want your opinion. But only when I ask for it,” she said.

“Fuck you,” Kylo said with a scoff. He walked out of the kitchen and completely out of the house. Chelsea smiled at Tiffany, whose eyebrows were raised. Then, she rubbed her full belly.

“The only thing he’s done is spit a fucking teaspoon of semen in my cunt and been a complete dick about it. Now he wants to be involved in things,” she said, rolling her eyes.

Tiffany walked back to Chelsea’s side. “Maybe he’s trying to do better, Mrs. Ren. Art deco living room, arts and craft style dining area. He has some good ideas.”

“Yeah, I suppose so,” Chelsea said.

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DECEMBER 2014

“Good morning, Ms. Palmer!”

“Good morning, Grace!”

“These flowers are for you!” Grace, the receptionist said. She held up a large bouquet of red and white roses that had sprigs of holly sticking out.

“Oh, this is gorgeous,” Tiffany said.

“Isn’t it?” Grace asked. “You must have made them super happy.” “I hope so,” Tiffany said, smiling. She grabbed the bouquet, winked at Grace, and went into her office with it.

Tiffany got gifts from clients all of the time--bottles of wine, flowers, chocolates, etc. She put the bouquet on her credenza and grabbed the envelope. “K. Ren” it said on the front. An eyebrow quirked--the Rens had already sent her a box of gourmet chocolates and a Christmas card for decorating their living room, dining room, and entertainment space. She sat in her chair and opened the card to beautiful cursive handwriting.

“Gifting beautiful flowers to a beautiful, gracious, and understanding woman. Thank you for listening to me. Have a happy holiday.”

Tiffany had caught Mr. Ren’s glances and stares whenever she met with him and Mrs. Ren. It also didn’t take her long to realize what kind of clients she was working for--two spoiled people who somehow wound up in a relationship. Both control freaks who didn’t like hearing the word “no”. Her bratty, him hot-headed. But of course, she leaned more towards Mrs. Ren’s side. Even if she was bitchy, no amount of bitchiness justified looking your interior decorator up and down every chance you got...

...and even if Tiffany did go home and finger herself, imagining Mr. Ren on top of her, it still didn’t justify his flirty glances.

And it certainly didn’t justify these flowers.

Tiffany tossed the card in one of her desk drawers and started on some paperwork. Just as she was about to head out and grab lunch, her phone rang. She sighed but answered it anyway--praying the conversation wouldn’t be a long one.

“Cannon Street Design Firm, this is Tiffany Palmer speaking,” she said.

“Ms. Palmer, this is Kylo Ren,” a baritone voice said on the other end. The sound made her shudder a bit.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Ren,” Tiffany responded. “I received your flowers, thank you very much.”

“You’re welcome, Ms. Palmer. I meant every word that I said in that card. Thank you for listening to my ideas. You executed everything beautifully…”

Tiffany looked at the time on her computer. “I appreciate it, Mr. Ren. I’m glad you and Mrs. Ren like the results.”

“You can call me Kylo, Ms. Palmer,” he said.

“You know what, Mr. Ren, I actually can’t,” she said, voice firm. “I don’t know what’s happening right now but it’s very inappropriate. And I have a mind to call your wife right now and ask her if she knows about this extra gift.”

She heard a deep, short chuckle on the other end. “I wouldn’t give a fuck, Ms. Palmer.”

“Well, that’s unfortunate,” Tiffany said. She hung up the phone and rose again to head out for lunch, but stopped when she got to the door. Instead of walking through, she closed and locked it and sat back down at her desk. Then, she lifted her skirt, opened her legs, pulled her panties to the side, and licked the pads of her fingers...

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TWO YEARS LATER

“...but anyway, thank you all so much for another year of great service and for providing our clients with great experiences.”

Adelle raised her glass of champagne, and the staff of Cannon Street Design did the same. They clinked their glasses together and sipped the beverage down, and right on cue, servers came through with their holiday meal.

“I’ll be right back,” Tiffany said, getting up from the table. As she made her way to the restroom, she noticed a familiar figure face sitting at the bar. Mr. Ren--with a woman who wasn’t his wife. Tiffany scoffed, shook her head, and went into the ladies’ restroom. When she came out, Kylo was standing in the short hallway where the restrooms were tucked away.

He looked...different. A little bulkier than the last time she’d seen him. His hair now stopped just above his shoulders and he had a goatee.

“Good evening, Ms. Palmer,” he said.

Tiffany rolled her eyes. “That’s not your wife out there.”

Kylo looked over his shoulder and back at Tiffany. “It’s not. Chelsea and I are separated.”

I wonder why, Tiffany thought to herself.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” she said. “Enjoy your evening.”

Tiffany started to walk around Kylo, but he stepped in front of her. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you, Ms. Palmer.”

“Mr. Ren…you knew me for like...a month. If that…”

“And that entire month, I wished I was decorating a home with you and not Chelsea…”

Tiffany stared at him with a dropped jaw. “This is insane, Mr. Ren.” She tried to step around him again, but he blocked her.

“Almost as insane as that time we came by the house and I touched the small of your back...and you had to run to the bathroom to play with your fucking pussy...” he said.

Tiffany’s eyes widened, and she swallowed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mr. Ren...”

Kylo chuckled, “Oh, yes you do.” He stepped closer to her. “I know what a woman looks like after she’s come hard.”

Tiffany looked away and took a deep breath. “Even so, Mr. Ren. We’ve both done some inappropriate things, and should leave them in the past.”

Tiffany finally got around him.

“I’m taking my date home, soon,” he said. Tiffany glanced over her shoulder.

“And?”

“I’m staying at the Alderaan Hotel. Room 610. I’d like to be in the presence of a real woman tonight.”

Tiffany scoffed, rolled her eyes, and walked back to the table...

...her clit throbbing the whole way.

She ate dinner with her co-workers and was prepared to take the train home. But Kylo’s voice echoed in her brain. His scent was still in her nose. The sight of him--so big and tall--was etched into her brain. She stood outside of the restaurant and ordered a Lyft to take her to the Alderaan Hotel.

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“Fuck…” Kylo and Tiffany said at the same time. He held on to her thighs as he plunged deeper into her--so hot and wet.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he said, leaning down and kissing her on the neck. He found the perfect rhythm that sent Tiffany’s legs around his waist and her hands around his neck. “I’ve wanted you all this time. All this fucking time...”

Tiffany’s nails pressed into his back. He was too thick; felt too painful, felt too good.

“Really, Kylo?” she asked. She bit her lip as he pressed deeper. “Fuck!”

“Yes, really. I’ve thought about you every day. Every fucking night...” he grabbed her breasts and gave her a kiss so passionate that he almost pulled her entire mouth into his.

They licked and sucked and ground into each other for what felt like hours--melding their bodies and intertwining their souls. Tiffany didn’t want to believe that this man had fallen so deeply in love with her in such a short time, but he made love to her like she was his, and he was hers. He said all the right things that she didn’t want to trust, but he held her chin and made her stare into his eyes--forcing her to stare into his sincere soul.

He wanted her, and as wrong as it felt, she wanted him, too. She always did.

All was well for a few weeks. So passionate, so loving, so quick. He took her out to dinner and to all of the high end stores in the city. Suddenly, he became distant. He didn’t answer her calls or her texts for about three days. One morning, he called and asked to meet her for lunch. He told her that him and Chelsea were back together--for Kylo’s family had threatened him with a bad time if he jeopardized their lucrative business with Chelsea’s family.

But the same evening he broke the news, he showed up at her place with gifts. He confessed that no one ever made him feel important--like his opinion was worth taking into consideration. She made him feel like more than just Michael Ren’s big, reckless, raven-haired son--the son that everyone questioned...

In exchange for his material tokens, promises of security, and many orgasm-filled nights, Tiffany gave Kylo Ren her heart, her mind, and her body...

...when he texted her and said that he was available to receive them...

#drawing the line

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Part 2...

Most is below the cut but look how cute they are!!

Quick CC List(of what I can remember off the top of my head):

Rocking Chair

Eyes, Face Scars

Mae: Blue Button Up, Aqua Sweater, Grey under shirt, Tights, Boots, Hand tattoos, blush

Declan: Arm tattoo, Back tattoo, rolled sleeves shirt, Body Scars

Cadee: Hair, Skirt

Aiden: Hair

Mae needed sleep so she’s working from home today.

Hey sad lady!

It’s going to be okay...

See? You just need to volunteer your time!

She said no and stormed off. (Jerk!)

Writing a lesson plan in Britechester because we don’t have a computer(Take that eco lady!)

I brought Declan after his shift ended because I figured he wouldn’t say no to volunteering his time...

He did... Asshole... But not out of character so I’ll allow it...

Also every time he’s around Mae, he’s flirty.

Home and invite some people to ask to volunteer their time!

Maybe not the opportune moment but... uh... I wasn’t paying attention when I invited them...

Aiden is losing his shit....

Mae’s like “Hey this happens every day”

Cadee’s angry but she said yes! Work day done!!

Aiden NO!!! No Fire!!!

There are too many fires in this house! That fireplace is decorative sir!

While these two freak out, Mae puts out the fire and I send them home.

Declan’s failing at séances...

And the game has glitched that he’s talking to Aiden even after Aiden left.

One nap later:

Well that’s cool...

I’m sorry what?

Declan’s singing A Day to Remember...

Mae’s OUT!

Bed time...

No work! YAY!!!!

#ts4 paranormal stuff #ts4 paranormal stuff spoilers #HEExtras #HuntedEmbers #SorahsGameplay

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akkeyagentofhelheim · 4 years

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I’ll Be Right Here, Waiting (Pt. 2)

[part 1]

His apartment had never felt emptier.

Jin was sprawled on his office chair, legs stretched impossibly long before him, head leaning back with an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth, his right hand absentmindedly fidgeting with a pen. The last two were habits that he had gotten rid of a long time ago, but resurfaced in light of the tension that current situations had placed him in.

It sucked. Tremendously. There was simply no other way to put it.

Despair. Defeat. Regret. The way they tugged at him all at once, in overwhelming, unfathomable, drowning levels--it was practically paralyzing. Finally, finally he had found what stirred something inside him after centuries, he changed, he was living, he felt human… and it could all disappear tomorrow, or even today. His best friend was fighting for both their lives, and all he could do was wait and pray that his only literal life source wouldn't break his lock.

He only had numbness left, frozen in space and time, lost with nowhere to go.

He breathed in shallowly as a faint cry from somewhere outside punctuated the silence, the action rough and dry against his throat. He was thirsty, the red smudges under the corners of his eyes and the trails down his cheeks being the culprit, but he didn't move from where he was. It didn't really matter anymore.

The noise continued, and they were getting louder, enough that Jin was becoming annoyed. I guess I can still have that emotion… The thought was completely void of humour. He stood, lethargic in the movement, to close the window. As it slid shut, his lean, half bare figure reflected against his closet mirror, the moonlight jumping off the multiple scars he had collected the past year. Scrapes and road burns down his back, nail scratches on the side of his head, a gunshot wound on his upper arm, and very small, faint white lines that followed his veins up his forearms where a painful and but intentional electric current was applied.

All received during incidents with Yun. My right side is getting all beat up… The sniper finally cracked a microscopic smile at that, unable to help himself and the fondness that bubbled up in him whenever he thought of the seidkonur. But it disappeared almost instantly after when he realized. His hand found its way to his chest, his sternum, pressing a certain spot desperately, wanting to wipe the pain and ache away.

"What else am I supposed to do…" his back hit the wall behind him as he staggered, sliding down to the ground as he curled his limbs towards him to become small. The question hung so heavily in the air, strained and broken, and all he received in return was silence. I miss you...

His mind replayed the last time he saw Yun, and he clenched his fist above his head, his chest aching with regret, like the action would grab him by the shirt and stop him from leaving. His shoulders shook, and his head dipped farther, hiding deeper in the crook of his arms as he huddled into himself as tightly as he could, wishing, hoping that that characteristic dizziness would appear again right now. Even if he knew that it impossibly would not…

It didn’t.

It was a buzz from his phone that came instead. Three short dull vibrations across his messy bed. A Library update.

His arm moved automatically to reach for it despite his current struggle, an unavoidable Bookkeeper habit, and the light of the screen illuminated his bleary face. His eyes flicked left to right, slowly at first, then gradually gaining speed as he read the new Golden Timeline entry from Juro.

GT-01 0310

He hesitates.

He waits for an opportunity, but the Warden comes ever closer to Yun, her swords glowing and steaming as temperatures clash. Fire rages on around them. The light from his arms are fading as she approaches.

She points a sword towards him, then to us. Yun looks this way, and the Warden uses this opportunity to attack him with an upwards strike. He manages to defend with his own naginata, and red and teal colours burst from their clash. He loses his balance and he continues to stumble as she presses on with another swing of her sword. He scrambles back as his tattoos continue to dim, and he yells something at her.

The Warden attacks again with her swords crossed, pushing him almost to the ground, their weapons locking against each other. Her weapons pierce the ground on either of his side as he struggles against her leg, while his audience calls out in reaction.

She points her sword towards us again, gathering fire and energy into the weapon to release in our direction, as Yun rolls away to get to his feet. He stares at us at the same time as the Warden gears up to attack us. He stretches his hand out in front of him.

The glow on his tattoos return in the way they did ten days prior, but this time it brightens to the point of teal engulfing every visible figure before us in blinding light. Then it streaks into a straight line like a laser blast, impossibly fast, and the Warden is thrown to the end of it before the crowd can process what is happening. Yun emerges from the source of the attack, the booming sound of it echoing across the landscape. He is fully illuminated in aquamarine. Akkey leaps up from her seat, unable to contain her excitement; Dario as well but more in concern and instinct to help the seidkonur, and has to be held back. Milae’s cheeks are wet as he cries at the display. The Rebellion goes wild.

The Warden gets to her feet once more, massive amounts of energy pouring out of her as she charges for Yun amongst raging flames. He meets the attack head on in practiced circles of his weapon, then crouches as he waits for her to come nearer once more, elements surrounding him as they are suspended in magic. He charges forward in a blink of an eye, tripping her with his naginata and twisting around to bring it down on her back and knocking her down to the ground, the impact sending soil and earth into the air. She defends with a barrier of fire, but it’s sucked away behind them again from Yun’s newfound manipulation. He moves to pin her down with his weapon, but the Warden catches it on time. A splitting sound pierces the air as they struggle against each other, still he presses forward slowly but surely.

She retaliates with a knee to his back, and it knocks the wind out of him, yet he perseveres, his grip on his naginata strong, so much that it breaks in an explosion of wood and magic. It flies out of his hands and into the fire, burning away into nothing, and the crowd yells out their concern for his disadvantage.

But Yun leaps back up in the air, light growing brighter as energy surges, and his naginata reforms in his hands, the decorative ribbon longer and more intense in its colour than before. He swings the weapon down.

They collide.

The impact sends out an explosion of power and energy across the Scrublands as Yun’s naginata pierces the ground beside the Warden’s head. Dust and soil and rock swirl in the air in tornadoes of elements. The sound is deafening.

It settles after a moment in a haze of smoke, and shifting colours of energy as the final echoes peter out. Flames are slowly distinguished with the fabric from his blade, as Yun stands with one foot on the Warden’s chest, breathing heavily, grasping the weapon that is buried into the soil.

There is a moment of tension, as human and demon stare at each other, then the Warden lifts her chin in response.

She yields.

Jin was standing by the end of the entry, his eyes wide as he read. His fingers trembled around his phone.

The concern that he felt was unavoidable, but it was also overwhelmed by a flurry of other emotions--awe, wonder… pride. Hope. Immeasurable pride at the progress Yun had made since his last training session. A building hope in him that he’ll make it out of this alive, and return home. His chest thudded.

Still, the worry about Juro nagged at him. The entry was innocent enough. It was perfect and neutral, just as Juro had always been. But is it really… The incident with Sylar was loud in his mind.

Something brushed his cheek, softly and almost intangible. Jin jolted at the touch. He glanced around him. It wasn’t really anything, he was expectedly alone in his room, but something about it told him to pay attention.

He felt it again. Like a thread that floated around him. It stroked his shoulder almost comfortingly, warm, assuring. Familiar. He could feel it gently wrapping around his neck, nuzzling in the crook of it and pressing on his shoulders and his torso.

It felt exactly like an embrace from Yun.

His phone fell on his bed without a sound, his arms shaking as he curled them in like he was hugging him back, despite there being no resistance of a physical body, and ended up clutching his hands to his chest instead. But it was enough for him.

‘How does this all work? What gives you access to the other Bookkeepers? What do you all talk about?’ He could practically hear Yun’s eager curiosity that night they met that was perfectly in the spirit of a Bookkeeper. It reenergized Jin’s own active participation in the interdimensional database, and the seidkonur’s admiration and awe for him made him feel better about who he was and what he did.

He let out a long exhale, the phantom thread curling around him in waves of comfort and relief before disappearing. The heaviness that haunted him was alleviated somehow, and he felt lighter than he did in the last three weeks. His phone buzzed again as another entry came in; it strengthened the new decision he came to.

“I’m a Bookkeeper through and through…” the corner of his lips tugged up in a small smile. He knew what he was supposed to do now, if not for himself, but for Yun who was fighting in his own way. He could, too.

A slender hand swept up his phone and his notebook computer, pulling clothes and equipment for continuous bookkeeping together. He will do as he did in his first days of life--travel for days to record anything and everything he could see in stubborn determination, diving himself headfirst into his fundamental work, and feel the initial joy and satisfaction of collecting stories.

He breathed a little easier. His apartment didn’t feel so empty now.

#i'll be right here waiting #jin #yun #one shot

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