#rainy days make me want to hide but i want to keep going so we'll see what ends up happening

[jedi-bird]

My chiropractor is probably going to yell at me this week for over doing it yet again but I've made progress. I have a list forming of the furniture we need to get versus what can be repurposed. I have more stuff ready to either be donated or passed on to friends. Ideas for the office are being written down so my partner can think about them without feeling pressured. I'm not sure how long this energy is going to last so I have to do as much as possible as quickly as possible.

[selineram3421]

*hides away* I shall not explain.

Making A Baby

Oneshot

Alastor X Vampire-like Demon Reader

Warnings ⚠

⚠ a baby(lol), both of y'all ace, blood and gore, kinda gross tbh, Alastor tolerates children ⚠

You and your husband were sitting at the small kitchen table, enjoying the peaceful rainy morning with a cup of coffee.

"Alastor.", you called out to him.

"Hm?", he hummed, not looking up from the book he was reading and taking a sip from his mug.

"I want a baby."

You looked over at him just in time to see him have a spit take, his book now soaked in coffee. The man in red put both items down on the table and began to laugh, grabing his handkerchief to clean himself.

"Excuse me.", he chuckled, wiping around his mouth and then patting down the cuffs on his suit. "I thought I heard you say you wanted an infant."

"I did.", you respond, taking a sip from your cup.

Then he looks at you a bit worried. "You know sinners can't have children, correct? And I wouldn't be comfortable doing-", he says and you stop him.

"I wouldn't force you to do that."

Both of you cringe at the thought of it.

"And I know we can't have an actual child but..", you sigh, a small frown appearing on your face. "I just want someone to take care of."

Getting up from his seat, Alastor makes his way in front of you before kneeling down and taking hold of the hand on your lap in both of his.

"Children are messy.", he says.

"Nothing like you I hope.", you smile and roll your eyes when remembering him coming home covered in blood.

"They can be loud.", he says.

"Your radio static can be loud love.", you counter and put your mug on the table before booping him on the nose.

"And they are menaces to society.", he gets your other hand and places kisses on your knuckles.

"So are we.", you say.

Both of you are quiet for a moment, and you feel a bit anxious to hear what his answer will be.

"What did you have in mind darling?", he asks.

"Really?", you say excited.

Your man in red nods and you pull him up into a hug.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you-!", you repeat, then pull back from the hug a bit to cup his cheeks with your hands and pepper his face with kisses.

Alastor lets out a laugh and pulls you into a proper kiss, which helps you calm down from your excitement.

Both of you pull back and take a breath.

"Now will you tell me what you had planned?", he asks with a soft smile.

"I was going to ask if you have any spells that could help us actually make a baby.", you say and nudge him back softly to signify that you wanted to get up.

The Radio Demon steps back and helps you off of your seat, lifting you up by your hand.

"It might be possible.", he says with a hum as he thinks. "We can make a spell if there isn't one to be found."

"I'll help to find spells if there isn't one in your books and we can get the ingredients together!", you say and then gasp. "We need to make them clothes! And a crib, toys, bibs, little caps to keep their head warm!", you ramble.

"We'll get to that, but first let's look for a spell.", Alastor pecks you on your forehead.

Both of you went to look for a spell in Alastor's little reading corner, the shelf lined with multiple books on voodoo and other types of witchcraft, picking out a few to start searching through. Spending a few days and nights trying to find something.

After searching for a while, you only found a small spell that was similar to what you were looking for.

"We can build onto this one, it that fine?", he asked, looking up at your standing form behind his chair.

"Yes, its perfectly fine.", you nod and smile down at the book in his hands.

It made it a little easier building on a spell that was already made, and there was only a few things that you needed to get but...its going to be a little messy.

Your smile grew wider.

We're going to have a baby.

.

A heart, eyeballs, little teeth, small finger and toe nails, flesh, a large bowl of blood, fresh flowers of baby's-breath, and a piece of the parents.

You handled the flowers since Alastor wouldn't be able to hold them.

Both of you got everything set up, the large bowl filled with blood on top of the drawn circle on the floor with the four elements around it, jars to the side ready to grab when needed, flowers in your hand, and the paper that held the spell.

There was warm water in a small bath tub to clean the baby after on the low table nearby. Along with clothes and a small baby blanket.

"Ready?", you ask, looking over to your husband who is kneeling down with you.

It seems like he's taking a moment, so you wait for him and place a hand on his.

"We don't have to do this if you're uncomfortable.", you tell him softly. "I'll still be happy if its just us."

The deer demon shakes his head and looks at you with a gentle smile. "I was just wondering if the baby would look more like you or me.", he holds the paper up and reads off the first thing to put in.

One by one, you put in the ingredients and it comes to the point where both of you have to put in a piece of yourselves.

"I want them to have your hair.", you speak up. "It'd be nice."

"What will you give then?", he asks, plucking a whole strand of hair, putting it in the mixture.

"Hmm..", you hum, holding up the flowers still in your hand. "Some blood and..", you say, biting the tip of your finger and letting a drop fall into the bowl, then put the flowers in. "..everlasting love."

Both of you watch as everything sinks down at the bottom till its out of sight and wait. Then it starts bubbling up until it suddenly stops. A little nose shows up first and then the rest of the body, the blood helping the baby float.

You both stare in awe.

And then the little one starts crying.

"Sh shh-shhh.", you take them out and hold them close, not caring that your clothes were getting covered in blood.

Alastor helps you up and both of you walk over to the small tub and wash the blood off of the baby. They wail and wriggle but both of you manage to get them cleaned and clothed.

Then you set the baby down on the soft black blanket that's on top of a cushion and start to swaddle them.

"Where's the bottle?", you ask.

He goes to get it and the little one is still making noises as you try to sooth them, so you pick them up and start to rock them.

Your husband returns with the bottle and gives it to you.

Taking the bottle, you bring it towards the baby and tap the nipple on their lips. It doesn't take long for them to start feeding.

"What's in the bottle?", you ask, going to looking over your shoulder but find him next to you.

"Blood.", is all he says.

All you do is sigh. "At least I can get that whenever I get mine.", you say.

Looking back to the baby, you smile and give your husband a peck on the cheek. "Thank you love."

Alastor holds you from behind and rests his chin on your shoulder, looking at the little one. They have his hair, red at the top before going into black at the bottom.

"I wonder if they'll have your eyes.", he says.

You hum, pulling the bottle back when realizing the baby started to turn away from it. Getting a rag, you put it over your unoccupied shoulder, putting the baby to a burping position.

"Have you taken care of children before?", your husband asks.

"Once, a long time ago.", you say while patting the baby's back. "My mother loved children and I had to help take care of my younger siblings."

The baby burps up some of their food and you use the rag to wipe their mouth clean.

"No wonder, you're quite a natural at it.", the Radio Demon mumbles.

"Want to hold them?", you ask and hold the baby properly again.

"I-I can hold them?", he asks.

As you turn to face him, the man in red lets you go and takes a small step back, looking between you and the small child.

"I'll teach you.", you smile. "Hold out your arms."

Slowly putting the baby in his arms, you adjust him a bit so the baby and him are comfortable. Smiling when you notice that he's looking at the little demon in awe.

"They are so tiny.", he whispers.

The baby yawns and both of you coo at them.

"Let's get them to their bed.", you say and both of you walk over to the bedroom.

Alastor had snapped some furniture into existence and it was in your shared bedroom, the crib being next to the bed just in case.

The Radio Demon carefully puts the baby down into the crib and both of you look at them for a bit. Taking in that you now have a baby together, and done in your own way.

"Must we be quiet so they don't wake up?", he asks in a whisper.

"Only a little.", you say and go over to the radio, putting the volume up just a bit and changing the station to soft jazz. "We can leave music on for them."

He hums and goes over to you, pulling you into a slow dance.

"Love, I'm covered in blood.", you say.

"That's never stopped me before.", he gives you a knowing smile. "We'll clean up in a bit but first I want to enjoy this."

Both of you continue to dance until the house started to smell a little too much like blood.

*is in hiding*

~Seline, the person.

Taglist@

@ducky-died-inside @c4rved-pumpk1n @stolas-thebirb @naelys-the-aster @scary-noodlesblog @kiraisastay

ML for Alastor🎙

[thenewausten]

i need quackity rejection angst, like imagine a read asking alex out and he said no and she has to see him everyday and or stream with him often

Thanks for the request!

Quackity Imagine: 'Cause only love can hurt like this.

You and Alex were friends, you went to events together, you streamed together... He was so easy to like, you know?! Like, a gentleman with you and everyone around you, and it made you like him. It made you fantasise for nights your days with him being yours.

After a long talk with Tina, Cellbit and Foolish, you decided to ask him out. They said he'd accept, and to be honest, you thought he'd to.

It was a rainy day when you went to his house to stream, and before the stream, you decided to ask. "Are you okay? You seem to be a little nervous today." Alex says to you. It was one of the reasons why you felt in love with him: he used to notice you.

"Yeah, uhm.. Alex, can I ask you somethin'?!" You say and he nods, stopping what he's doing to look at you. "I.. Do you want to go on a date with me?!" You ask, and Alex is looking at you a little bit shocked, the boy closes his eyes and sighs. "Shit." He whispers, opening his eyes again and facing you. "Look, Y/N... I, I'm sorry, I don't see you like this, okay?!" He says, and you feel your cheeks burn in embarrassment and sadness. With all your friends saying that Alex seemed to like you, you started to believe, and now your heart was in pieces and you couldn't even go home to cry. You had to stream with him.

"Yeah, I.. Where was I with my head to think you'd like me, anyway?!" You try to joke around, but your laugh is almost a sob and your voice trembles with the pain of the rejection.

"Hey, I... I'm sorry, Y/N. I'll give you five minutes to open the stream, okay?!" He says and leaves. Great. You can't help yourself but cry, tryin' not to sob, trying not to make any noises, tryin' not to let all the pain out of your chest because if you do, you won't stop cryin' easily. "Are you better?!" Alex appears after five minutes and you get a little angry with his insensibility. "Yes." You say, sitting on the fuckin' chair in front of his computer. "Let's do this live, please. I just want to leave." You say, Alex sits next to you, a little upset, you can read it in his face. It's all over his beautiful fuckin' face. "I hope this doesn't stay between us like this." He says and you look at him. "At least on live." He says. It's unbelievable. How can he be such a dick?!

"I..." You start, but you don't even finish it. You're so fuckin' sad, Alex rejected you and now he's being so insensible with your feelings. "Let's do it." He says when he sees you won't say anything. You stare him with a "I can't believe in you" face and keep staring when he smiles to the camera, starting to say "Hi" to chat. "Hiii, chat! How's everyone doing?!?"

Alex touches your thigh to "wake you up" and smile to you, you look at the camera with a forced smile on your face. "Hi, chat!" You don't even recognise your own voice anymore. "I'm here today with Y/N and we'll play games we used to play in our childhood!" He says. "Are you excited, Y/N?!" He asks you. "Yes." You say, not even tryin' to hide your disappointment with Alex's reaction to all that.

The live was a nightmare, of course that your both fans noticed you were sad. That you weren't in conditions to stream, that you and Alex... At the end of the live, your name and his was on trending topics of Twitter and your phone was full of messages of Cellbit, Tina, Foolish and even Bagi and Philza. "Thank you for the effort." You hear Alex's ironic voice. He's full of poison to attack you right now. "Our names are on trending topics of Twitter because you can't even fake a laugh."

"I just asked you out because I fuckin' love you and you rejected me, Alex! Do you want me to be happy?! Or to be able to fake a laugh?! Sorry, I'm not a fuckin' psycho." You get up from your chair, tears blur your vision as you walk away from his office. "It's not the end of the world, Y/N!"

"What part of 'I love you' you didn't understand, Alex?!" You turn around to face him, Alex stops in front of you. "You're such a dick, dude."

"Just because I said 'no' to your invitation?! Of a date?!" He asks. "No, Alex! Because of your insensibility! All you did was dehumanise me since I asked you out!"

"I'm sorry, but I don't know what to do, Y/N! Do you want me to hug you?! To say 'you'll find someone that loves you back, princess!'?!" He almost yells at you. "You should've done it, you should've cancelled the fuckin' stream, you should've talked to me about it!"

"Well, I'm sorry I didn't do it! I just felt suffocated with the fact my friend wants to have a date with me." He says and you roll your eyes. "How old are you?! Six?!"

"Fuck you, Y/N." He says, upset. "Fuck you, Alex. I can't believe it!" You start to sob and sit on the sofa. For some reason, you still think Alex will come to hug you, you still want him to. You still think he'll whisper "it's okay" in your ear as he consoles you for the damage he caused on you. It might be tragic, but it's better than listen to him grabbing your belongings and putting it on your bag. You get up and wipe your tears away, Alex gives you your bag and you look at him. "I see you tomorrow for the next stream?!" He asks, and the desire of punching him on the face only grows.

"No, Alex. I won't be streaming with you anymore, or being friends with you." You whisper, Alex seems to be confused and sad for the first time in this situation. "And... What? I..."

"Can I leave?! You wanted me to, anyway." You ask. "Wait, what about our streams?! What about QSMP?! And our lore?!" He asks. "Are you really worrying about that, Alex?!" You ask. It's unbelievable. "I'm out of QSMP and you can do your lives and lores by yourself!"

"No, but that's what defines our friendship! I don't want to stop being friends with you, Y/N!" He says. "Can I leave?!" You ask, upset. "Sure." Alex whispers and opens the door for you. You leave his apartment without even turning around to look at him, you hear the boy slam the door and a couple of tears fall from your eyes.

You couldn't believe, your heart was broken because of Alex. You thought that, at least, he'd be nice with you, but not even that, you know?! He sent you a lot of messages, but you decided to block him, unfollow him on social media and not even speak about him on live.

You felt in love with the wrong person. Alex could never love you the way you loved him.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy the writing! :)

Requests are open!

[graneymar]

it’s really rainy outside so u and neymar decide to have a nice warm and cozy day inside!!

baking face masks movies cuddling etc

#8. NEYMAR: SWEATER WEATHER

SUMMARY: above

WARNINGS: none, pure fluff

PAIRING: Neymar x fem!reader

Neymar was still asleep when I dragged myself out of the bed and took a look outside. It was Sunday, the only day Ney didn't have to work this week. We decided we would go shopping and eat outside today, but watching the grey clouds above Paris, I already had a feeling it would be a lazy Sunday.

Nevertheless, I took a quick shower and put on some decent make up. Entering the bedroom to pick an outfit for the day, I heard the first raindrops crashing onto the window. I sighed in disappointment. Neymar finally woke up due to his alarm going off. He rubbed his eyes, yawned and stretched before turning his head to look at me. "Good morning meu amor", his lips formed a soft smile, "Already got ready? When are you planning to go?" I sat down at his side of the bed. "It’s raining and just keeps on getting worse", I replied, my lips in a thin line. Neymar tried to hide it, but I saw the relief in his face. He smirked at me and intertwined both his hands with mine. "Does that man we can just stay in bed all day and not go out?" I shrugged first, then nodded. Grabbing my arms, he dragged me back into bed and placed kisses all over my face while laughing provocatively. "We can still do some fun activities at home", I said.

"Fun activities? As in…?" Thinking about it for a second, I got all excited again, jumping onto his lap. "How about we'll bake some cookies, do some skin care, together!, take a warm bath, watch a movie…" He rolled his eyes the moment I mentioned skin care, raised his brows when I talked about bathing. "Okay, so skin care together, but are we also bathing together?", he winked. I tried to hold back a smile but miserably failed. "Under one condition", I answered, "Let me put a face mask on you." My grin got wider as Neymar inhaled deeply, "Fine. I swear if the bath won't go as I expect, you'll get your ass spanked madam." I jumped out of the bed, slowly making my way out of the bedroom. "Maybe that’s exactly what I want?!", I laughed and sticked out my tongue as he was slowly getting up, smirking at me.

Some minutes later, I was already in the kitchen, preparing everything for the cookies, when I suddenly felt two arms wrapping around my waist. "Fuck Ney, you scared me!", I shouted out, "I didn’t even hear you." He chuckled and gently slapped my butt, earning one of my warning looks. Honestly, Neymar wasn’t motivated to bake at all, but I had fun torturing him. "Babe! Y/N!", he almost screamed out as I put the cookies into the oven. "What?", I exclaimed and turned around to face him, just to see his hands full of flour, ready to throw it right into my face. "Don't. You. Fucking. Dare", I said, taking a step back, but his cheeky smile got bigger, "I swear to God Neymar, don't you dare!" I started running around the kitchen island as he was moving towards me. He chased me around until I realised the flour was all over the ground already. "You are going to clean this shit up", I said pointing at the chaos. Neymar remained silent and, faster than the speed of light, he took the pack of flour and I felt my freshly washed hair getting covered in it. Neymar seemingly had the time of his life, losing his voice due to his hard laughter. I was unable to say a word, I simply gave up. "So", he started as he calmed down a little, "Wanna take a bath now?" I glanced at the oven. "Okay, but hurry up, the cookies will be done soon."

"What movie do you want to watch?", Neymar asked, mouth full of cookies. "Nah nah", I raised an eyebrow at him, he rolled his eyes, "You promised me!" He looked at me, his facial expression empty. "Please", I whined pouting with puppy eyes. "Why do I have to do it? Can’t you just put all that stuff in your face and be happy by yourself?"

"Babe, skin care is important! Trust me, you’ll love it once you do it right." He sighed out loudly, but gave in at the end.

At the beginning Neymar was quite annoyed, but from time to time, he started feeling more comfortable with putting creams and face masks on. He even end up taking pictures of us in our bathrobes in front of the mirror, both having a white face mask on, and posted it on his instagram story with a laughing emoji.

"How long does it have to stay on?", he asked as we dropped ourselves on the couch, sipping on our wine. "Twenty minutes", I replied, him just nodding in response. We cuddled up as we started watching '50 First Dates'. Slowly dozing off, I felt Neymars lips on my forehead, "Te amo, minha maluquinha [I love you, my crazy girl]."

[occasionalrpmemes]

Amigo the Devil: Volume 1 Starters

sentences taken from the 2015 album. edit as desired. warning: this one does NOT pass the Hayes Code lmao. content includes, but is not limited to: sex, violence (both domestic and otherwise), alcohol, strong language, religion, general moral degeneracy, et cetera

It's all for you.

I'd rot in hell with you, if you'd just ask me to.

Come on, believe me, follow me home, there's no judgement here.

Take the shot.

This night is going to end horribly for someone.

I'm not so much afraid of letting go as much as scared of giving up.

Open up to me.

The Devil came and sold his fucking soul to me!

If I've hurt you, please forgive me. Love makes you do funny things.

This fire feels so real.

Don't say a word, my darling. I know how you feel.

On rainy days, we'll drink until the gray is left in nothing but our hair.

I know you want it, too.

I'll lay by your side 'til everything is rotten through.

Tonight, we'll celebrate life! Eat the best food and drink the best wine.

I hope your husband dies.

Are you feeling upside down or even empty inside?

Meet me down by the bar. We'll go and take this drink out to the stars.

Death is just one moment.

Some people follow rules, some people go around.

As an elephant, I'm only really relevant when I'm standing in the room.

I am the son of an asshole.

No one deserves my world quite like you do.

I'm not so much afraid of being alone, just kind of feel I've had enough.

God knows I'll do what I need.

These hands are stronger than you're led to believe.

We'll never have a house to decorate, a place that we can call our home.

If I can't have you, nobody will.

There's only one thing in this life that makes us living.

I want to be where all the stupid shit I say sounds so romantic and true.

Live with me in this sin forever.

There's nothing left to lose, 'cuz I've already lost it all.

Tonight, I'll follow you home and start up a fire that'll keep us both warm.

Hang around, let down your hair.

So you should start to undress and just… try a little less.

Now you're with this asshole- you expect me to believe it's gonna last?

Let me have this dance with you.

Your eyes look like diamonds still stuck inside the mines.

When your tongue is putrid and your skin is sagging down, I'll stick around.

It's true, I hate everything but you.

We'll laugh a little, drink a little, see what you're made of.

All the bridges in the world won't lead you back to fix what couldn't be erased.

This fairytale just ain't coming true.

I'll drive my car like I stole it, drink at the bar like I own it.

These wrinkles are the maps of all the places we went no one else would dare.

I'd rather have a reason I should stay.

There's always gonna be a better high, and a lower down.

We take things a little far, but you couldn't name a place I wouldn't go with you.

I'm capable of making you disappear.

I have a couple different faces if you need a place to hide.

The time we spent together when the light was out became my thought of you.

I am the agent that decides your fate.

There's only one kind of people in the world: people who die!

It doesn't matter what you've heard or if you're good or bad and everything between.

I love the shitty things we do together.

It's been a while since I've held anything as close as I have you.

I'd like to live my life just like a dog. Humble as can be and unconditional in everything I love.

I'll make you famous one way or another.

Home is the last place that I'd stand to be with anyone but you.

I'd crawl in bed with you. Even in someone else's blood, on top of someone else's love, in the worst motel we find.

This life is a maze with only one way out.

Every dime spent is worth looking good- and that's Hollywood!

They'll write about our story here for years to come and maybe even more, cuz there's never been a love like this before.

I'll cut to the chase, just don't try to leave.

Trust me, I'm not jealous, I'm just hoping that he really messes up.

When I had you near me I just couldn't think of anything to say, but now that I'm alone, I got the perfect things to tell you everyday.

We'll leave the world the way dreamers do.

All the parties we can throw - we'll dress like anything we please!

All the distance that we've spent apart will never have to mean a thing. Every mile I traveled was to find the perfect stone to fit your ring.

Living in the moment's hard when everything I want is in the past.

When the night falls, out comes the terror.

Your heart will always have a place to live with nothing left to be.

[winterlogysblog]

GENSHIN IMPACT FIC

With Betrayal comes Punishment

a/n: my first Genshin fic, also English isn't my first language so bear with me.

Available on AO3

"Hmmm." Kaeya stroked his chin while observing the giant vases displayed at the market. He even thought of bringing one back to Mondstadt as a souvenir. However, his thoughts spiraled back to his interaction with the Traveler that afternoon.

Of course, Kaeya's purpose for coming all the way to Sumeru is true, but he also has other motives. It's not hard to convince Jean to agree to his proposal mainly because he is known for his love for alcohol. However, he didn't expect him to be here as well.

Dainslief

Kaeya doesn't trust the man one bit but he did help clear up some questions and suspicions he has, so he's somewhat grateful for that. What he wants to know is the reason why he is in Sumeru. Could they be after the same thing? No, that can't be it.

Kaeya sighed and started walking his way outside of the port. Now that all of his professional business is taken care of, it's time for the real reason he wanted to go to Sumeru.

His adventure in Sumeru is unfortunately cut short when he's just a child, he internally laughed as he reminisced about the memory. As a child, there was simply curiosity about his origins but as he grew older inside the Ragnvindr manor, he felt as though there was no reason to dig through his past as he has found a family that actually cares for him.

But now, there's a need for it. He can't hide from it forever, one way or another they will come for him and he has to make a choice. A choice that he once thought would be simple but after what happened that rainy night, he can't allow himself to make the same mistake again.

Kaeya has built and perfected the mask he wears every single day. Keeping things hidden and lying about certain things has become second nature to him. He won't let anyone know anything unless it's truly necessary.

On his way to his destination, Kaeya decided to call upon the source of the uneasy feeling he had bubbling up inside.

"You can come out now, I know you're there."

Within the lush green trees and bushes came out a figure. Tall and blue. A Lector? No, it's a Herald.

"You've been following me since this morning. It's quite rude. Now, tell me what have I done to catch the attention of the Abyss Order." Kaeya spoke.

"Kaeya Alberich, your connection to the abyss is so much greater than you have ever imagined."

"But of course." Kaeya let out an airy chuckle. "I have grown, learned, and discovered a few things."

"I assume you've listened to my conversation with Dainsleif earlier."

"I did notice that you're good friends with the blonde-haired traveler, got yourself acquainted with Dainsleif, and discussed... a few things. I hope you're not forgetting your duty."

"Of course not." Kaeya plastered on a smile.

"It's good that you've managed to put everything together."

"Truth be told, Dainsleif helped me realize a few things."

Realize that everything he thought was just wishful thinking. He's quite stupid to even think that his father would drop him at Mondstadt simply to give him a good life, free of burden. What a farce.

"Your loyalty belongs to the people of Khaenri'ah alone. Together with the Princess, we shall revive the motherland. And if you ever come to betray us, we'll make sure to set you up straight."

Kaeya smiled at the Herald as it disappeared out of sight. Its last words echoed through his mind like a broken record. Almost mocking him. Mocking him on how stupid he has been. Stupid of thinking there's a way out.

His eyes landed on his vision, long ago, he had hoped that a sinner like him having such a thing was a sign that his fate would change. It gave him hope that there was a chance he could be saved. But of course, Celestia isn't merciful for beings like him, for the two pairs of wings in his vision will forever be a constant reminder that he will never be truly a part of Mondstadt.

With one deep breath, he shook all of those thoughts away, his mind going back to the task at hand.

Right, the Avidya Forest, that's where it should be.

------

The rain poured hard as it covered the street with dirt and blood. A lone figure stood behind his army as he stared deep into one's blue eyes.

"You have disappointed me Kaeya." The figure spoke. "This city has tainted you."

The figure laughed, stretching out his arms, abyssal power flowing through him. "No matter, I can fix that."

Within a second, Kaeya felt what he could possibly describe as the most excruciating pain he has felt. He fell to his knees, shivering and clutching his body, for he has no idea what body part to grab onto as the pain is all over him. His body felt like it was on fire, needles slowly piercing deep into his skin, hammers pounding onto his head. The pain grew and grew and all he could do was scream, scream until his lungs gave out, scream until his voice gave out, scream until he couldn't scream any longer. The pain slowly became more prominent in his eye. His right eye to be specific. His right arm latched onto his eyepatch and quickly removed it and held a tight grip on his face, almost as if it reduced the pain he was feeling.

"Kaeya!"

He heard voices calling his name, and footsteps rushing toward him.

"What did you do to him?!" Kaeya heard a familiar voice. Jean? No, it can't be her, the voice is way too deep to belong to Jean. Diluc, maybe?

The red-haired gripped his claymore ready to attack, he hasn't seen Kaeya in such a pitiful state. The man has always been calm and collected. His heart broke into a thousand pieces for his worst nightmare is happening before his very eyes. Kaeya might die. Kaeya might die before he could apologize to him properly.

"What did you do to my brother?!" Diluc shouted, pointing his claymore at the figure before him. His vision becomes red, all he cares about at this point is saving Kaeya. Saving his brother. He can't let him die. There's still so much he has yet to do, so much left unsaid.

"Brother?!" The figure laughed, mocking him. "Kaeya isn't your brother! You can't be brothers with the likes of him! A sinner! A Khaenri'an! A traitor! A monster!"

Kaeya's screams got louder and louder, and his voice became rougher as if his throat was bleeding from all the screaming he'd been doing.

"Please..." Kaeya managed to say. "Kill me..."

"What?!" Diluc turned to him, eyes wide like saucers.

"Kill me Diluc... until I'm still me... Kill me now... before I... before I-I destroy everything... Please... I beg you..." Kaeya groaned, tears pooling in his eyes as he could feel abyssal power welling up inside of him. A power that's cold, dark, and sinister.

"NO!!!" Diluc screamed in protest. "I won't!! I promised myself I will never hurt you ever again!!"

"Please... I-I don't want to hurt anyone... I don't want to hurt Mondstadt... I don't... I-I don't want to hurt you."

"I-I can't do that!! You can't make me do that!! I-I couldn't possibly..."

Kaeya continued screaming until his voice became unrecognizable. Abyssal power surges through him, enveloping his entire being.

"KAEYA!!!" Diluc bolted up from his bed in a cold sweat.

Diluc looked around his surroundings, he was in his room and the sun was shining brightly. A nightmare? But, it felt so real.

Diluc leaned his head in the palm of his hand, contemplating what he just witnessed. His mind was swirling with uneasy thoughts. What was that? He asked himself.

He stood up from his bed and went over to the bathroom to wash his face, hoping to rid himself of the sudden weight he felt over his shoulders, but it was no use. He's a mess.

Only the sound of glass breaking woke him up from his trance-like state.

"What was that?" He asked, rushing downstairs, only to be greeted by an empty space and a broken vase. Colorful shards scattered around the wooden floor.

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@buckyownsmylife hey babe! Remember that one time you threw that cool challenge? Here's my entry. Prepare to get absolutely ruined because daddy!Bruce is exactly that sort of man.

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Your best friend's dad, Dr. Bruce Banner, is hotter than you thought he would be. 6k words, NSFW. Kind of Alt!Reader - she refers to herself as 'goth' in one instance. Tony Stark makes an appearance because God forbid I write a fanfic without him in it.

This is filthy pron, ft. age difference (reader is college aged) daddy kink, throat fucking, dirty talk, praise kink, cream pie, possessiveness, belly bulge and ending with a hint at a threesome. I really crammed all I could from Eyre's wheel in here, didn't I. Oh well.

"How much longer, dad?" Lyra's annoyed voice struck a chord within me. I tried to hide my snickering - unsuccessfully might I add - causing my best friend to shoot me a hurt look, equally fed up with me as she was fed up with her forgetful adopted father. "You know what, we'll take the subway."

Lyra's father's voice, both agitated and apologetic, reached my ears in bitten-off phrases as the traffic noises around us grew in volume, NYC rush hour rapidly approaching its peak.

With a sound huff, Lyra removed the phone from her ear, staring me down with the most amount of petulance I've ever seen on her usually reserved, placid face. "It's twenty more minutes. Apparently he's driving Tony's car," she offered in the way of explanation, like it actually did anything to better the cold, wet situation we found ourselves in. "Please, and I can't stress this enough, please don't be weird."

I felt a flood of amusement at Lyra's pleading tone. "Darling, if you wanted a normal friend, you should have looked elsewhere," I gestured to my outfit. I looked like a goth boy's wet dream: chunky platformed boots, fishnets, heavy eyeliner. Of course, all in black.

"You know what I mean," she whined, waving off my pointing hand and fixing me with a hard stare. "The least my dad needs is someone that is terrified of him just because sometimes he turns into a big green monkey. It's not as exciting as internet thinks, anyway," the last part of the sentence was mumbled but I heard it nonetheless as Lyra stared out into the traffic, clever eyes looking for a particular car model.

What Lyra didn't know was that I was not at all considering to be terrified by the man who dosed himself with radiation and developed an advanced version of split personality disorder. I could be intimidated by him, sure, because he was incredibly intelligent, a world class scientist with more PhDs than I had zeroes in my bank account, but even despite his green problem, Dr. Bruce Banner was about as far away from 'scary' as a man could be.

The few scarce pictures of him on the internet showed a short, stocky man with kind eyes and salt-and-pepper curls, always dressed in un-ironed, crumpled button-ups with dorky patterns. Looking at him, I mused that there was a high chance he spoke with a stutter and that fact amused me to no end. Jekyll and Hyde, alright.

Lyra was much the same way. Shy and reclusive, with curly brown hair and doe eyes, she spent a good chunk of her first semester in college being avoided by everybody because of her last name; I, on the other hand, avoided everyone out of habit, I'd never been a social butterfly, but the way people subtly made sure to exclude Lyra from all the activities filled me with quiet, seething rage, and I stepped over my general distaste of people and removed my bag from the seat next to me so Lyra could at least study in relative peace.

Yeah, yeah, you've heard it all, I'm sure. Weird goth chick adopts a socially awkward, shunned nerd and they become best friends forever. I had to admit that under the shy exterior, Lyra was smart, witty and even funny sometimes. She was willing to entertain my crude jokes without moaning, at least, and I was perfectly okay with listening to her rant about science every now and then.

Rain banged on the slanted roof of the café we were hiding in, the autumn wind howled, making both of us shiver at the prospect of having to go outside, even if it was for a short moment to run to Lyra's dad's car. The day had started out warm and sunny, but much like a badly calculated chemical formula, it all went downhill a split second after we had set out to leave campus.

"There he is," the grouch in Lyra's expression had me once again unsuccessfully attempting to conceal my snorting.

Nonetheless, I followed her out into the rain, struggling to keep up with the brisk running in my platformed shoes, unceremoniously crawling into the car behind her without sparing a glance at the driver in my eagerness to get out of the freezing downpour.

"Hi, dad," Lyra's tired voice spoke up at the same time as I angrily shook out my hair.

"I've just about McFuckin' had it with New York," I was afraid the dye in my hair would bleed out into my clothes, or even worse, the nice, cream-colored car seats.

"Hello, ladies," the voice that greeted us was low, gravelly and apologetic to boot.

My eyes shot up, meeting an expression full of surprise and amusement. I stared at the shockingly handsome face of Dr. Bruce Banner like a deer in the headlights.

The fine mimic wrinkles had stretched into a resemblance of a smile, soft, plush lips revealing a set of straight, white teeth. The five o'clock shadow framed his jaw, giving it a sharp, defined edge, his clever brown eyes slid down my form, faltering on the pentagram on my belt and my fishnet-covered legs, settling on my chunky boots before hastily snapping back up to my face.

"Dad, this is..." Lyra's voice was full of suspicious bewilderment as she attempted to dissipate the sudden awkwardness.

"Oh, yeah, I'm Dr. Bruce Banner, but you can call me Doc or Bruce," he cleared his throat, turning himself towards the windshield and starting up the car.

"Nice to meet you," I busied myself with putting away any stray hair just to occupy myself with something during the time I needed to recuperate from being just... Looked at by Lyra's dad.

It sounds ridiculous, I know, but I was so taken aback by his handsomeness and his aura of a gentle but powerful man that the ride to Stark tower, however swift, went on in slightly awkward silence. The streets outside were, thankfully, noisy, and the lack of an attempt to have a conversation could easily be attributed to Bruce's need to focus on the road, but Lyra's increasingly concerned looks did very little to settle the sudden racing of my heart.

"C'mon, I'll give you some sweats so you can let your..." Lyra's vague gesture towards my upper body disappeared behind her side of the door. "Hey, Tony," she suddenly interrupted her sentence, very obviously addressing another person who I managed to miss as Bruce parked in the spacious garage.

"I've been told you're finally bringing your friend, Green Pea," a voice I'd heard a thousand times on the TV poked fun at Lyra.

She bent down to retrieve her bag, shooting big eyes at me and mouthing an exaggerated "Sorry!"

Tony Stark looked about a week in debt on sleep, a contrast to the way he usually appeared in public. The exaggerated eyebrow raise made me shuffle awkwardly in my spot; the Led Zep tee caught my eyes as I lingered on it, aware of my own Mötorhead top on display. He noticed it too, causing his face leave the snide territory.

"Wow, I didn't expect kids these days to have any resemblance of taste in music but you've surprised me, Corpse Bride," he gave me a quiet wolf-whistle, watching me through lidded eyes.

I felt my eyebrow crawl upwards at his attitude but Bruce spoke up before I could say anything: "Tony, no," so firmly, I had to raise both of my eyebrows. I felt a smile tug at my lips, the situation strikingly familiar in it's essence. Like father, like daughter...

"No," Lyra's identical expression, fond and annoyed, topped up with an accusing finger pointed in my direction had everyone snorting a giggle at the situation.

"Lyra," I whined, just so I could coax her grin that she was very obviously trying to conceal. "See, I told you, every crazy genius needs their emotional support nerd," I fixed her with a pointed look.

She promptly grabbed me by the arm, leading all of us to the elevator as the two men behind us shared a hearty laugh at my well-timed joke. It was either that or I would have completely embarrassed myself by gaping and drooling over both THE Tony Stark and Lyra's father.

The rush didn't stop there. I was promptly and generously offered not only a spare pair of pants but also a whole room to stay in after an invitation to dinner I simply could not refuse. Dr. Banner firmly coaxed me into staying overnight with his pleading eyes and a hearty seasoning of guilt tripping, softly crooning how he simply could not let a young woman to wander the cold, rainy night in NYC alone.

Tony added something too, in a tone way too surefire and patronising. I guessed he noticed my eyes lingering on Dr. Banner, being a genius and all.

In a short amount of time, I found myself seated at a dinner table next to a happy, giggling Lyra who'd downed a glass of wine and was well into her second. I found it adorable how much of a lightweight she was; not hesitating in the slightest to point out that fact when she made hands for a pitcher of water.

Tony was the first one to snark back something vague about his college days and all the wild parties he used to throw, booing Bruce upon discovery that he, in fact, actually studied in college in favour of partaking in various illicit activities. That had both me and Tony giggling with Lyra promptly joining in, both of us losing it over the running joke or her being either a test tube baby or the result of immaculate conception.

Bruce's face blushed scarlet. He sputtered, a few stray drops of his lemonade landing on the (ironed!) collar of his purple shirt, cough disappearing in the wake of Tony's truly amused cackling. Dr. Banner was well on his way to either choke on his Lo Mein or turn green; thinking quickly, I decided to defuse a situation by sharing a harmless, funny story that happened to me as a freshman.

"I went on a date with this guy who said that music was the most important thing in his life, and I thought, wow, that's so beautiful!" I began my story over Lyra's incessant snickering. "So we had dinner and went back to his place because I'm a whore," the whole table erupted in laughter at my deadpan remark, Tony reaching over to give me a high five.

"And as we got there, he put on one of his demos which was just a bunch of sampled and remixed Guns'n'Roses songs, and I thought wow, that's gotta be one of the worst things I've ever heard," I pointedly looked away as Lyra's cackling grew in volume, having heard the same story several times by now and the outrage I expressed at the situation first hand.

"But instead of that I said, wow, that's so cool! Then we did the thing and his whole bedroom was covered in Axl Rose posters and I'm sure at some point Mr. Rose stared right up my asshole," there were tears streaming down Lyra's face as Tony flopped his upper body onto the table and Bruce convulsed helplessly in a silent fit of giggles. "And then I thought to myself: wow, I would have to pretend to like his music if I dated this guy and I just couldn't do that..." I breathed out, succumbing to the mirth at the dinner table. "It was good but not November Rain good, y'kno?"

Bruce snorted loudly, sliding down his chair with a hand over his face. The table shook with the force of Tony's cackling; I didn't see his expression but the howling, rasping noises sent me into another fit of laughter, right on par with Lyra.

"Is this..." Tony rapidly inhaled the much-needed oxygen. "Is this why you keep wincing whenever I play the 'Roses in the lab?" Tony wheezed and Lyra nodded.

"I just... I can picture it, and I-" she made a vague, encompassing gesture and a face.

"Please, don't," I urged with a snort. "There are better ways to get disappointed."

Dinner went on by smoothly after that, everybody happily making remarks on my dating fail, the topic of Lyra's birth and Tony's college shenanigans dismissed.

I caught Dr. Banner's pointed look as we finished our dessert - he was studying me, eyes searching for something that he very obviously wished was there. From the damp roots of my hair to the soft, cotton top clinging to my chest, I wasn't left unscrutinzed and unexamined. Like one of the many specimens he studied on a daily basis, Bruce lingered on the many characteristics that made me stand out in the grey crowd.

"Would you like to see the labs?" He asked, appearing behind me without a single sound.

The freshly cleaned dishes clattered in my arms. I'd almost dropped them, startled, but Bruce's hand landed on the top of the stack right before the top plate would have slipped off and shattered into pieces on the cold tile of his kitchen.

Blood rushed to my ears. "I'd love to," my brain had briefly returned to reality, the rush of meeting both Stark and Banner succumbing to logic and reason. My and his fields of study briefly overlapped, the question he posed was more than reasonable. In fact, many people would cheat, lie and steal to be in my position.

Bruce smiled, opening a cabinet and taking half of the dishes I was holding to stack them up in their proper place. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, exposing wide, muscular forearms littered with dark, coarse hair.

I was sure my face was flaming. After waving off Lyra's attempts to put shoes on me and leaving her to watch her TV show, a wide, warm palm rested on the back of my waist, gently steering me towards the elevator.

I tried to keep my eyes off Bruce in the large mirror on the walls of the car as it swiftly moved down, scrutinizing my appearance instead. My throat bobbed, the elevator car suddenly too small and too hot.

His eyes left marks on me - invisible ones, the kind that I knew were there just from the scorching heat sizzling on my skin.

There was a certain je ne sais quoi about him. Perhaps, it was in the way he was acting - a polar opposite of what I'd had expected, Dr. Bruce Banner possessed a quiet confidence and his patience appeared to be endless, heartily doused with an appreciation for his closest ones. The way his eyes lit up in response to people smiling around the dinner table was hard to miss.

When Bruce spoke about his research - whatever wasn't classified, anyway - the spark expanded into a mischievous fire. I could hardly understand the nuances in his work, scratch that- I could not understand a single word he was saying, at all. The individual syllables registered as they should, but my traitorous brain could only focus on the way he licked his lips in between quickly inhaled breaths.

"You're not... Following, are you?" The corner of his mouth lifted upwards, clever brown eyes fixed on my face.

God, I hoped I wasn't drooling. But to deny the obvious would have been a stretch. "No, not really," I swallowed, willing my eyes to lift from the large veins on the hand that was pointing at a set of equations. Reasonably good at math any day, they looked like the scribbles of a madman to me at the time.

Dr. Banner sighed, letting silence creep among the whirring machinery in the lab for a brief moment. "I don't scare you?" He removed his glasses, cleaning them with the corner of his shirt.

The question reeked of self-doubt and, perhaps, insecurity. "No," I answered simply, not giving him the slightest chance to find doubt in my words. I was barely holding my voice from shaking, afraid he'd misunderstand my reaction to the sudden change in atmosphere.

He was closer to me than I recalled. My hip was almost brushing his, the bulk of his shoulder millimeters from touching against my bare skin, the smell of something herbal, like tea, and sharp chemicals clouding my senses. It was such a contrasting experience.

Bruce turned to me, an expression between hunger and regret forcing me to shiver and look him straight in the eye. A hand landed on my waist, holding me in place with gentle firmness. "I'm a monster, I could hurt you," he whispered, leaning into me like a touch starved kitten. The man screamed contradiction. "We shouldn't."

Vivid images of the Hulk and the rampages years prior flashed through my mind; the rubble, the collateral damage in the form of many lives. I barely remembered it, having been too little to really understand what was going on. One thing, though, I knew for sure: ever since the world became aware of Lyra's existence, there had been no incidents. Sure, the Hulk still appeared when there was a threat, but there were no documented incidents of the green creature running amok, accidentally.

"You won't hurt me," I spoke with conviction. Perhaps, I was bluffing just slightly but I wouldn't lie like that to myself. The variable, the... Twelve or so percent chance of things going... Awry, it made a small, malicious worm inside of me rejoice and fill my limbs with familiar adrenalised yearning. "You're not a monster. Far from it, actually," I used the hand that was not supporting me against the desk to gently cradle the side of his face, letting my fingertips brush over the rough five o'clock shadow on his cheek.

Bruce emitted a sound somewhere between an agitated grown and a pleading whine, sagging with the sound exhale, pressing himself flush with my chest. His face slipped from my palm, the warm tip of his nose running a steady line up my neck, sending goosebumps running wildly down my back as his hot breath tickled the arch of my throat.

"Baby," the nickname punched a stuttered gasp out of me with the intensity contained in just that one word. "I've been hearing all these amazing things about you," his voice dropped, low baritone rumbling straight into my ear. "I won't be able to hold back. I'll want you all to myself," his bicep flexed under my hand.

My knees would have bucked if I wasn't grasping onto Bruce for dear life after those words. I had some sense of personal pride in me, so while my body was an easy, traitorous thing, my mind was more than eager to participate in this game, to ping pong a little bit before... "Yeah? What things?" I breathed.

Teeth briefly closed around my tender skin, nipping for just a second. "You're kind, beautiful," his hand took a steadfast hold on the back of my neck, exposing my throat to his mouth. More skin to mark, more time to whisper. "Intelligent, bright and clever," the more he spoke, the fiercer he became. Bruce's grasp tightened until I was pliant in it, willingly following his silent commands. "A bit of a pain in the ass," a healthy dose of humour was added into the mix as my ass was roughly grabbed, our fronts pressed together at his insistence.

"That sounds about right," I didn't resist the sudden urge to snark, thoughts lazily floating in my head, like clouds on a bright sunny day, fleeting and sparse. None of them caught on. I was focused on feeling the need, on my need to feel.

A sharp smack landed on the plump of my ass, the sound resonating in the eerily quiet lab. The sounds of machinery had dulled at some point, leaving just the two of us panting our lust into each other's space. "I know you can be a good girl. Will you, princess?" His fingertips dug into my flesh, surpassing the soft sweatpants as if they weren't even there.

I could only nod, dumbly, overcome by the sudden rush of blood to my body. The life coarsing through me sang, demanding a release of the pent-up tension.

"What's that?" Bruce removed himself from my neck, catching my unfocused eyes with a crooked smirk on his lips.

"Yes," I swallowed, breathing through my mouth.

"Mmm," he hummed, running both hands over my sides, over the frayed edges of my Mötorhead top. He admired it, briefly, setting his eyes on the band logo that was right over my breasts. Having decided something to himself, Bruce promptly removed it, lifting it over my head with ease and leaving it right on the science lab table.

Taking hold of my hand, he walked over to a hidden set of sliding doors that revealed a rather large, frequently used bed, shutting them just as I walked in, wearing only my bra and borrowed sweats. My back was pressed to the door in mere seconds, hot palms chasing away the chill of the lab as Bruce slotted his lips over mine.

He tasted like something I've never had before. His lips - so plush and supple, took hold of the kiss with practiced gusto, sucking me in without a chance or the desire to escape. I drank from him, sucked on the bottom lip as his tongue explored my mouth, danced with mine.

The room was spinning, the ringing in my ears growing in volume. I was only partly aware of the sensation of sliding down the wall; our knees thudded on the carpeted floor simultaneously, heavy breathing the only noise I could distinguish.

"Breathe, baby, that's it," Bruce coaxed, gently stroking my nape. The soft cotton of his shirt crumpled under my fingers where I held onto him, desperately searching something to ground myself with.

The buckle of his belt clattered and then clinked again as he wrapped the worn leather around my wrists, bringing them together in front of my chest. I exhaled sharply at the intimate gesture, a whine bubbling up from my chest when Bruce used a single fingertip to raise my chin.

My eyes met his; a brown iris tinged with the faintest of green around the outer edge. "This okay, princess?" He sought my face for confirmation, for agreement, for anything.

I nodded, stuttering mid-gesture, remembering our previous interaction. My mouth did not want to cooperate but I forced it to, even if it came out as little more than a pitiful mewl. "Yes, daddy," the word, sweet and sticky like fruit syrup, poured from my lips.

My eyes slid shut as my conscience - or was it common sense? - took hold of the situation. I was on my knees in front of my best friends dad, a virtual stranger, and I'd just-

Bruce's soft chuckle stopped the negative spiral of my thoughts. "That's my girl," he sounded a tad more breathless now, a hairliner in his perfect façade of self-control. As if he'd sensed my indecisiveness, he tugged on the makeshift restraints, pulling me closer, closer and into his lap.

A warm, solid chest with a healthy amount of fluff greeted me. Bruce let my lax, pliant body fall into his arms, catching me effortlessly and bringing my face to his lips. "You have nothing to be ashamed of, you're my good girl," he peppered soft kisses all over my flaming cheeks, my twitching nose, my fluttering lashes.

"Please," I begged, shame giving way to the flood of arousal that seemingly hit me all at once. I was aware of the dampness collecting in my panties, the stiffness of my limbs from holding back the ravenous desire to paw at Bruce like a wild animal. "Please, daddy..."

"I know, I know, baby girl," he soothed, not stopping his tender assault on my face. "Daddy will make it all better. I know just what you need," Bruce finally pulled away. I heard the sound of him undoing his zipper and then the awkward shuffle of him shucking off his pants.

Somewhere in between of all that, he'd ended up sitting down on the bed, wearing only his boxers, his shirt hanging open. The red crawled down his chest, partially masked by the coarse salt and pepper hair; his lips were cherry red and his hair was sticking out in odd directions. Bruce looked sinful.

My eyes inadvertently landed on the impressive bulge in his boxers; in response to my widened eyes, he reached out for it, stroking the outline of his thick cock through his boxers. "Like what you see, baby?"

"Yeah," My mouth watered.

"Baby wants a fat cock?" He teased, sounding like he knew exactly what he was doing, testing my self-control like that. With a flick of his wrist, it sprang free, slapping against his tummy, coating the fine hairs with drops of clear, musky fluid.

I swallowed, feeling the taste of him from afar and yearning for more where I was parked between his spread legs.

In a gesture almost loving, he tugged on the belt still wrapped around my wrists, bringing my face to his leaking shaft and my hands to the base of it, letting me feel the weight of his balls in them. The cock throbbed, neglected, weighed down by the heaviness of his full balls.

"Go ahead, baby, suck my cock," the encouragement came with a gentle push to my head.

I obediently followed, wrapping my lips around the pink, moist crown of it, a hum beginning in the back of my throat. My God, Bruce tasted heavenly... I whirled and slipped my tongue a around his head, I dipped into the slit to drink the nectar right from the tap, idly coming to awareness of the broken, choked moans coming from the man above me.

Raising my head got me a view of his chin; head thrown back, the lax O of his mouth glistened in the meager light. My eyes slid lower, to the flex of his abs. Bruce fought hard to stay still. The desire consumed me, a sudden rush of power at having Dr. Bruce Banner's cock in my mouth and the man at my mercy; I inhaled, sliding my mouth further and further down his throbbing length.

"Fuck," I heard him mutter before his hands gripped the sides of my face. "Hungry, baby, are you?" His eyes glowed a faint green; I shuddered at the power he held within himself. Held back for me. "Tap my thigh twice," he spoke and I had no choice but to obey. "Okay. Do that if it gets too much, alright?" I nodded. He gave me a wide, beaming smile. "Good girl," he praised, experimentally bucking his hips into my mouth a few times.

In and out. I focused on my breathing, sharp, little inhales: his girth took up all the free space in my mouth, the tip of it barely fit into my throat. The burn, the stretch; I felt every tenth of an inch, every bulging attempt of my body to accommodate Bruce's huge cock. It was delicious, I couldn't help but crave the same stretch in my neglected, sopping wet pussy.

"Fuck, you're taking it so well," Bruce moaned wetly. "Your mouth... S'like heaven... Could fuck it all day, that's my good girl," the rambling increased in it's intensity as the pace of his hips hastened. Drool and tears flowed like a river; my chin was dropping with it, spit connected my face to his pelvis. "Oh," there was a brief pause to his movements; suddenly, he pulled out, fisting the base of his cock, staring me down with a ferocious gleem in his eye.

I must've looked a straight mess; my face like a crime scene, my clothes disheveled, covered in fluids and most of all - I was desperately grinding against my own feet, too focused on the glorious cock in front of me to notice the weakness of my own flesh. "Daddy?" I questioned, wincing at the grating of my own voice.

Without a word, the belt was tugged once more; in a set of movements just slightly north of acrobatic, I found myself laying on my back in the middle of the bed, my sweatpants suffering a haste demise in the corner of the room.

Bruce crawled atop me, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses on every inch of my skin he could reach, mouthing something inaudible into every pore of my body. As he drew closer, I discerned bitten-off phrases, stringing my desire into sticky, tangy mess at the apex of my thighs.

"My perfect baby girl," the words reached me; all tongue, he kissed me once more, arching into me as much as I arched into his hot grasp. A brief inspection of my face - he was satisfied with what he saw - and Bruce crawled back, settling in between my spread legs, breathing hot air on the lips of my sex still covered by a sopping wet piece of fabric.

"Oh fuck," I yelped, feeling him smooch it soundly, the hot wetness of his tongue penetrating the meagre lace barrier with ease.

He moved it aside anyway, with a single finger, giving my pussy a broad lick, moaning into my cunt like a man gone mad. It took a few more licks for him to feel sated enough to surface, all the while holding my hips down. I was so sensitive, I felt even the tiniest flicks to my clit, I was sure if I didn't cum then and there, I would explode.

"Such a pretty pussy, princess," his heavy breathing paused briefly. He nipped my thigh. "So wet, is that all for me?"

"Yes, yes, daddy," I rasped, pushing my cunt into his face, losing all shame and trepidation.

"So tasty," he continued the torture, outlining my lower lips before taking another nosedive right into it, swirling his tongue around every fold, sucking onto my clit.

Bruce ate my pussy until my thighs shook, until my core quivered and I could no longer hold back the choked, ragged screams starting somewhere in the low of my belly and coming out as unholy, all-consuming yowls filled with unadulterated lust.

"Louder for me, baby," he inhaled rapidly, and then, he sucked on my clit.

The world stopped, halted on it's axis, every muscle going rigid in my body and every nerve ending simultaneously coming alive. Faintly, I heard a chant, repeating two syllables over and over, it sounded like my voice - but I had no control over myself. All I could do was weakly grind my hips against Bruce's mouth, faltering when the crashing waves of my orgasm began to recede.

The infuriating overstimulation stopped; blinking hazily, I saw Bruce's eyes glimmer brown and green in front of my face. His nose and his chin was glistening with a thin coat of sticky fluid; disheveled and red, he looked a man on the verge of a revelation.

Something hot and blunt nosed at my cunt, bringing back the moment to me - I realized, with a great deal of impatience - how empty I felt. The decision was minute. "Daddy, fuck me, please, I want your cock," the words came easily.

"That's my girl," his eyes fluttered shut as the first inches squeezed through the snug of my cunt. I was sopping wet and as relaxed as I'd be, but even then, it was a stretch. "Good girl, good baby," the mumbled praise made me whine and my pussy clamp on his cock. "Relax, let daddy fill you up." Breathing through it, I consciously unwound myself around him, letting my palms rest freely on his shoulders. "Let daddy take care of you."

Like melted sugar, his husked words stuck to me inside and out. Short, sharp thrusts; Bruce was patiently burrowing himself inside of me, making his way to reach the deepest parts of me I didn't even know existed. His cock head pressed against something hard and spongy inside of me; stars burst behind my eyes I'd clamped shut on reflex.

I moaned weakly, tugging on his arm, pressing myself closer. It felt so, so good. Like a raw nerve had been exposed and he was stroking it, pushing that little switch with every stroke of his hips.

"I'm not gonna last," he muttered as once again, my cunt squeezed him snugly in place, just as greedy as I was to feel that tiny explosion spark up within me again.

"I want..." I panted. Bruce set in a punishing pace after that, a palm under my ass, squeezing it so hard there would definitely be bruising. I craved it, I needed to see the evidence this was not some elaborate fever dream. "I want... Daddy to fill me up," words came out garbled; it sounded like gibberish to my ears but Bruce - they spurred him on.

"Oh yeah?" That breathless, boyish cockiness was back in his voice again; despite how fucked out he sounded, I prepared myself for something truly out of this world. I just knew.

He sat back on his shins, dragging me by the hips with him, making me shiver and moan and twitch and clamp onto him again as his throbbing cock hit that special spot again. And again. And again.

"Look at me, baby," a hand on my belly and his eyes burning right through me. As they slid down, towards the apex of my thighs where he was still moving within me almost lazily, I saw it.

"Oh fuck," I couldn't utter much more than a two-syllabled profanity. There was a bulge in my belly, just above my pelvis, moving in rhythm with Bruce's hips. And then he pressed on it and I-

Something, someone, somewhere was screaming. The noise was loud and pitched, but even then, I could barely hear it though the neverending waves of bliss that enveloped my whole being. Gold and silver at the edges of my rapidly darkening vision; I was drowning in something that smelled and felt like Bruce. The safety of his arms, the warmth of his heated body, the rapid snapping of his hips-

Oh.

"I'm gonna, fuck," the last word was but a ghost of a human speech. Growling low and filthy, Bruce leaned into my ear, his breath hot and moist. "Mine," his hips stuttered, his cock nestled deep, the sensation bordering on painful, forcefully extracted pleasure. It throbbed with every spurt of his seed; each one felt like a solid punch in the gut to my abused pussy.

"Daddy," I mewled, my body jerking away from him but my mind and my soul yearning for more. His rapidly softening flesh made the idea of being separated unbearable.

"S'good, s'my good girl, m'so proud," he mumbled, looking slightly disoriented as he removed himself from me, immediately pressing me to his side and interwining any free, flailing limbs.

We laid in silence, each of us slowly coming back to Earth after the completely unreal experience we just had. I didn't know what to think, didn't know what to do as the realization set in, the post-orgasmic haze giving way to a sudden rush of clarity.

"I can hear you overthinking," Bruce's voice was fond.

Before I could muster up the courage to snark back, the divided doors opened, one very concerned Tony Stark standing there, armed with a tranquilizer gun in one hand and a pack of cookies in the other. His mouth, previously open to (probably) yell at us, remained as open when his eyes had registered the scene in front of him.

I stared at Bruce. Bruce stared at Tony.

"The noise," he offered in the way of explanation, dangling the pack of cookies, looking, for once - speechless. He recovered quickly, however, even if the remark was a thin ghost of his usual sass: "You pick the nerd over me? I'm hurt," he scoffed in mock irritation, although I was pretty sure I saw some satisfaction in there, too.

Bruce looked at me. I looked at Bruce.

A mischievous grin slowly crept up his face, an identical one beginning to appear on my own face seconds after.

"Hey, two nerds is better than one, right?" My response is what did it; or, rather, it was the evidence of my previous throat-fucking clearly audible in my voice... Tony dropped the cookies and then, the tranq gun.

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[everlasting-elegy]

500 Followers Event!!

Not me missing my own milestone skdfjlskdfjfdj but thank you so much for all the love and support on my writing!! As I expand in ideas and fandoms I hope I can write content that everyone can enjoy regardless of why they dropped by my blog~

Anyway, the rules for the event are this:

Choose the emoji/song lyric prompt below + a character from Genshin Impact, Obey Me or Ensemble Stars and I'll write a little piece on them~

Some will be written in canon universe, or random AUs, depends on the universe and just how I'm feeling (but feel free to specify if you have one in mind!)

Submissions are open until 00:00 1st May (AEST +10) but I might close prematurely depending on how many requests come in

This event will be tagged as "everelegy 500" and I'll likely make a masterlist for it down the line~

Lyrics vary from fluffy to dark (TW: death) so please proceed with caution

🍦 "When I woke up this morning, the first thing I thought of was you." - Melt

❤️ "I like you. No, that's a lie. The truth is I really love you." - Ai Kotoba

🎨 "If I don't have the means to leave behind proof of us two, then engrave me with this warmth and kill me." - Leia

💧 "I'd like you to stay next to me and let your tears freely fall." - Tear

👑 "It's not like I'm acting selfish, I'm not asking for much. I just want you to think, from the bottom of your heart, that I'm adorable!" - World Is Mine

💮 "I reminisce over the past days of our separation, but in order for that moment not to be swallowed by eternity, I, panting heavily, walk on." - Flower Tail

❓ "Let's forget about me for now; I wish to hear more about you. There are many things for you to tell me, so go ahead and start." - Yume Yume

🌅 "Even though we ran and ran, we couldn’t catch up. I won’t forget, I definitely won’t forget you, my strongest rival." - Akatsuki Daybreak

💔 "These separate paths of ours, though we continue down them, someday we'll surely meet again! I'll always be thinking of you..." - Beginning's Goodbye

🎻 "Our gazes meet, inside this closed-off world. You may pretend not to notice but we're drunk on love." - Cantarella

💚 "We won't change, right? Tomorrow, in the future, still at each other. But with a serious face that says I'm not kidding, 'I've always been watching you by your side'." - Embarrassment-Hiding Adolescence

⭐ "We, who are connected down to our very souls, even if I lose these wings of mine, I have a place I want to protect." - GravityRain

💤 "I watch your face in profile, sleeping soundly, dreaming. Without me noticing, a tear spills over and runs down my cheek." - Last Night, Good Night

🌹 "For in the loneliness, even if they laugh at me, I reached to you, at least to you." - Strangers

🍫 "These sweet feelings of mine. Since I'll give them to you, please accept them, okay?" - Dreamin' Chuchu

⏰ "Every time our wrinkles increase, I'll meet a happier you than yesterday, so let's just go with the status quo." - Wrinkle

🔊 "Resound, and we will keep on fighting harder and harder. Hear us singing louder and louder, "we are not alone" in unison." - Our Broken Anthem

🎉 "Who cares? Ignore them! Let's smile, take my hand and sing, feel the rhythm with your heart and dance on this rainy stage, as bright as the scorching light." - Jitterbug

[dojae-huh]

Markhyuck dynamics So unlike most ppl I've always thought of them as more like siblings than soulmates or best friends. Markhyuck have had issues and they are never shy abt talking abt them, although now the discourse is to hide stuff more then it was before they became as big as they are now. https://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&v=B6w5jvtg1Bg&ab_channel=rasol

They had a bad fight in we young era and didnt talk to eachother for a few months but they just cleared it with it's a misunderstanding for fans in a new vlive. As for why they're more with other members, coz they're 2 grown ass men, they arent dependent on eachother for support like they were as kids. They still are the closet neos along with jeno other than jaedo or dotae. They personally remind me of dom and matt from muse, both are too close for outsiders but they both have their own friends circles and the spend alot of free time separate but are really close.  I've had a feeling for a while that the issue between doyoung and mark was caused due to a markhyuck fight. Doyoung did say that my opinions were different to urs, kind of thing in the video msgs and I believe doyoung defended haechan and he became the bad guy for supporting haechannie. As for them going out together, they're the couple that goes out the most and we see their pics of going out together the most too. Sometimes they're alone, sometimes with other members. Markhyuck are 2 ppl who have very different ways of handling things but coz they grew up together they become closer then others and still are very close. I guess the fanservice has stopped so fans think they're not as close now. Markwoo is pushed alot and yumark is pushed by mark alot. I agree with the anon that haechan guesses Mark's issues before anyone else and tries to make it seem not that big, he supports him alot and mark does the same for haechan. We usually also forget that mark is physically very clingy but the boy still talks in formal korean with the older members and keeps his distance in between them and himself. Haechan is emotionally clingy and gets the older members to respect him and also gets them to treat him like a baby when he wants to (free food and free drinks is a big example) I personally think markhyuck will always be friends even after nct is no more, the rest I've no idea. As for them being good now, they seem like they're back to good moments in their friendship so we'll see alot more cringe markhyuck. PS. Mark might act all annoyed but the boy always does what haechan tells him they're to do, be it swim in the ocean in Miami or play badminton in the new show

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gyYWKhsn6lg&ab_channel=rasol

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Thanks.

MarkHyuk worked well together during the Rainy day ep.

[whattodowithace]

Random (A.C.E Scenarios)

Title: How To Kill A Man In 8 Ways: Random

Pairing: A.C.E x Reader

Genre: Spice

Word Count: 1638 Words

Writer: Whattodowithkpop [Lio] & Kpopmadness [Ju]

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Seyoon (Sexy Text Message)

Seyoon and I were in the car with the rest of A.C.E. They had just finished a stage performance and we were all driving back to the practice room so they could all wrap up for the day. Seyoon and I were sat in the back, Seyoon sitting between Byeongkwan and I. Both of our heads resting on Seyoon's shoulders as the careful driving soothed us.

I was watching Seyoon's hand drum against his thigh as he listened to the quiet music in the van. I felt my stomach fill with butterflies as I started to think about how much I missed him. They had been busy with their new comeback lately so I only saw him when he came home at home to sleep with me. I had plenty of cuddles during his busy schedules, but I very badly wanted his attention in a different way.

I look up at him, my chin resting on his shoulder. He looks down at me, smiling warmly. His hand slides over to my leg, drumming his fingers against mine instead of his. This didn't help my current feelings.

I pull out my phone, my head still resting on his shoulder. I open his contact name to send him a text.

To: Seyoon 💕

Can you come lay with me in bed and kiss me and give me hickies?

His phone vibrates against my side as he moves his hand gently so not to disrupt my resting form. He works to unlock his phone before his whole body tenses, reading the message. Byeongkwan lifts his head.

"Are you okay?" He asks Seyoon with concern, making me lift up to survey Seyoon.

He clears his throat, his fingers tightening around my leg subconsciously. "I'm okay." He assures his friend, before looking at me quickly, his eyes much more awake than before.

Byeongkwan nods and leans up to talk to Jun in the seat in front of him. Seyoon types a quick response.

From: Seyoon 💕

We are going to the practice room.

To: Seyoon 💕

I know. I meant when we got home... Please? 🥺 I like to look at you on top of me..

Seyoon sucks in a breath as his hand leaves my leg. I watch as he pulls at his seatbelt, making me smile.

From: Seyoon 💕

I’ll make sure to make some dark ones so they can last awhile. Then do you don’t have to ask too soon.

I curl back into his side, leaning up to his ear to whisper, making him shudder. “I look forward to it.”

Jun (Mouth Play)

Jun was resting on the couch, his head laid back to rest in top of the cushions as he breathed peacefully. His hands laid over his chest, rising and falling with his chest.

I crawl into his lap, making his arms go around me instinctively. I kay my head in his chest, my eyes looking up to his stirring figure. He looks to me with a cocky smile as his eyebrow lifts.

“What are you doing, Sweetheart?” He asks quietly as his hands rub my back.

“Can I try something?”

“Of course.”

“Can you close your eyes.” I state more than ask.

He obliged, his eyes shut tightly as his smile remains. I look down to his lips, seeing them curved in a smile. I trace my finger delicately over his top lip, following its shape as I circle to his bottom lip. He begins to open his eyes, making me smile.

I lean down to quickly peck his lips. “Keep them closed.”

He obeys as he lets out a small breath, his abdomen tending underneath me, making me chuckle.

My fingers pull his bottom lip, opening it enough to see his teeth. I tug his lip before replacing my finger by placing my lips on his, making him respond immediately by relaxing his mouth against mine.

I open my mouth, sucking Jun’s bottom lip into my mouth gently. His eyes shoot open as he whines, not used to the feeling. I lick his bottom lip as it remains in my mouth, tugging it softly to let it snap back in place.

“Your mouth his fun to play with.” I giggle, making him open his eyes.

I lean down to nibble his lip making him moan quietly.

“It makes pretty sounds too.”

Donghun (Under The Surface Flirting)

It was a Saturday night and the boys had all decided to go to their favorite restaurant for a chance to kick back and relax after a long week of training and concerts.

I sit beside Donghun with my head occasionally resting on his shoulder. His lips occasionally resting on my forehead. Our separation from each other the past few weeks having set in. Our stomachs both full and the atmosphere of the restaurant making us relax into each other.

I feel Donghun slide a piece of paper into my palm that was resting on my lap underneath the table, making me look down. I open the note slowly, smiling once I see what's written inside.

"You're cute. :)"

I feel my cheeks warm and butterflies erupt in my stomach. I take the pen that was resting on the table and turn the note over to write something back. I think a few moments before a smirk tugs at my lips, an idea popping into my head.

"I bet you would look even cuter panting underneath me." 

I fold the note up again and slide it into Donghun's palm. He looks down at the note while taking a swig of his water. His eyes widen when he reads the words across the paper, water almost spraying out of his mouth.

"Are you okay?" Chan asks Donghun, who's sitting across from him.

"I'm fine." Donghun dismisses him quickly before glaring at me.

"It won't be me panting when we get home, Princess." Donghun whispers to me. His voice deep.

I look him in the eyes and smile, "We'll see."

Byeongkwan (Lingerie)

It was me and Byeongkwan's four year anniversary, our years together proving to be the best despite the hard times we occasionally faced. We always pulled through.

Byeongkwan had taken me around the town that night to my favorite coffee shops, both of us talking and laughing until the shops threatened to kick us out. Making us go home.

I was currently in our bedroom getting ready for bed, the evenings events still making me smile happily. Byeongkwan comes in a moment later after taking a shower, his hair dark hair wet and his white T-Shirt still clinging to his damp skin.

He stops at seeing me, his eyes going dark and his cheeks turning a bright red.

"Where did you.... when..." He stumbles nervously, resting a shoulder against the wall closest to him for support.

I smile devilishly at him as I face him fully. A light pink lacy body suit with elegant lacing going all the way down the front, exposing my chest and stomach in patches. My legs exposed in the soft lighting of our bedroom.

"I got it last week." I explain as I wrap my arms around his neck. His ears turning bright red.

"It was hard hiding it from you for that long." I whisper in his ear, making him whine.

Byeongkwan pushes his mouth against mine, making me suck in a breath. His hands going to my thighs to wrap them around his waist.

Byeongkwan pulls away slowly to look down at the lacing that adorned the front of the lingerie.

"Is this the only way to get this off you, baby?" He asks, tracing his fingers against the lacing.

I nod, too breathless to answer him. Byeongkwan smirks as he slowly lays me down on the bed and straddles my waist.

"Looks like I have some unwrapping to do." He whispers against my neck before kissing it deeply, making  me sigh out in response.

Chan (Distraction Tactic)

Chan had been learning to play piano for the past three months, his time and energy being poured into the instrument. He loved it. It often soothed him after a long day training and helped put his mind to something else.

I was proud of him for learning a new hobby. But I wasn't going to lie to myself about missing him being close to me more often. I rarely got to see him and when I did it wasn't for long.

It just happened to be one of those days on a rainy afternoon when Chan was home. He sat in the living room at his set up piano keyboard and practiced the same song over and over until perfection was achieved.

I smiled as I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his chest. Making him smile and lean against my chest.

"You're getting really good." I whisper to him proudly.

Chan smiles and continues playing the keys. "I hope to get even better over time."

I smile at him and places a soft kiss against his neck. His warm skin on my mouth making me crave more of him. My lips wonder up his neck until they reach his earlobe. His fingers slip on the keys, making the piano make a jumbled noise. His cheeks turn bright red and he clears his throat awkwardly.

I smirk against his neck as I bite his ear gently, making him have to stop playing the piano. My tongue traces his ear delicately, his skin getting hotter and hotter with each touch of my tongue or lips.

"Chan," I whisper in his ear, making a shiver go up his spine. "Kiss me."

Chan lets out a groan and turns around on his stool and pulls me into his lap before taking my face in his hands and kissing me deeply. His practice session over for the day.

8 Ways To Kill A Man Masterlist

[smileyoongle]

Deception (A Kim Namjoon Mafia AU)

Summary: A damsel in distress and a lonely mafia leader. Different but not too different. The two worlds collide on a rainy night when Kim Namjoon, a renowned Mafia leader is called for an emergency and Y/N Y/L/N is on the run from her abusive father. Feelings stir and he rescues her. But one of them is a liar. And the other's life is on the line. It's only a matter of time until all secrets are out in the open.

Will love be born? Or will death conquer?

chαptєr †ωεﾚ∀ε: Love me, please

Character Count: 12,181

Pairing: Namjoon×Reader (Appearances by the whole of BTS)

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When I fall in love, it will be forever.

-Jane Austen

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"Do you think she'll come to see any of us again?"

The smell of fresh paint was present in the air that filled the warehouse, Namjoon's nose scrunching up slightly at how strong it was. He hated new places, warehouses in particular. They made him feel like was powerless all over again, struggling under his father's hold and aching for his mother to come back and take him away. A faint pang in his heart made Namjoon stand up straighter and shake his head, his mother's cold eyes flashing in his mind like every other day.

"If she wants to live, it'll be better for her to stay hidden." Jungkook replied to Rex's question, his doe eyes blankly staring at the wooden shelter before him. The sun was setting on the horizon, the sky bursting in hues of pink and orange. The day could have been as beautiful as the sky if Hana hadn't run away from the club the previous night. Jungkook had gotten to her a little too late, her guilty eyes being the last thing he saw before she disappeared into the night.

That look proved to him that she was at fault, his mind being unable to believe the drastic turn of events. Namjoon sighed, leaning against his car as the cool wind played with his hair, his eyes closing in defeat. 

"Our men are all over the city. If she's still here then we'll find out soon." Yoongi stated, gazing at his leader's stressed out expression. Yoongi was still curious as to what went down between Namjoon and you after he dragged you out of the club last night but it wasn't his place to ask. Namjoon's conflicted expression told him that there was a lot to take in. 

"Let's wait it out. If there's any news, we all should be informed immediately." Namjoon instructed, eyes falling on every members' face as he turned around to get into his car. All he wanted to do was go home and sleep to his heart's content. But he knew that was gonna be an impossible task, considering the fact that you were breathing in the same house as him. Namjoon was still too nervous to talk to you about what had happened but he had to break the ice. He knew you were avoiding him since you barely stepped out of your room in the morning, running to grab your breakfast only when he was in the shower. He couldn't conclude whether what he did was okay with you or not. Because if it wasn't, then he was gonna have to apologize even though he didn't regret it one bit.

As all the cars pulled out onto the road, nobody noticed the extra pair of eyes hiding in the distance and watching them.

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You huffed, stuffing your hands in the pockets of your jacket and pouting at the pavement. It was getting colder as the sun started drowning on the horizon, the wind ruffling your hair as you tiredly trudged against the road. Behind you stood a big black building, the club's haunting name displayed in big letters. 

You had come back, just to return your uniform. Surprisingly, your manager had sympathised with you while giving you a reassuring smile. Isla swore something was wrong and you couldn't help but agree. The only problem here, was that your manager wasn't the only one who was being weird.

Isla herself was giving you pressed smiles and nervous glances. Maybe Namjoon had ended up scaring everyone when he pulled you out in the middle of your shift but did he come off as intimidating?

Certainly, not to you.

"Okay, enough of your judgemental eyes. What's the problem?" You blurted out, stopping and turning to your ex-colleague abruptly. Her eyes widened momentarily at your sudden question, her fingers nervously fiddling with the hem of her top. You frowned, not being used to seeing Isla so distracted before. You could tell something was bothering her a lot.

"So, it's actually you and Kim Namjoon, huh?" You'd be lying if you said the question wasn't strange, because you were totally caught off guard. Why Isla asked that was beyond you. All this time you had assumed that Isla knew who Mr Kim was but now, you weren't so sure anymore. You tucked your hair behind your ear, trying to stop the strands from sticking to your glossy lips.

"Yeah? Who else is the CEO of Kim Enterprise?" You shrugged, as a matter of fact. Isla cocked an eyebrow, tilting her head in amusement. It seemed as if she couldn't believe what you were saying. But could you blame her? You were the only one who didn't know what this was all about. 

The sun was now nowhere to be seen, darkness taking over the sky as you glanced up. You needed to get home before it became too dark. No matter how old you were, the thought of walking alone towards Namjoon's house was scary. Damn him for living in such an isolated place.

"Y/N, what are you talking about? Kim Namjoon is not-"

"Should I be worried to see you here?"

Isla's eyes widened and her mouth fell shut upon seeing the source of the voice, her gaze falling on you as you froze in your place. You could never not know who this voice belonged to, your heart hammering in your chest as you turned around to face him. 

Namjoon had stopped by to obtain the security footage of the previous night, his mind begging to find out the identity of the man that Hana had come to meet. He must be a police officer, Namjoon knew that. But unfortunately, no one had paid attention to the cop, being overpowered by the thought of catching Hana red handed. When the manager of the club told him that you had left only minutes ago, Namjoon's mind began racing with questions.

Why?

Without waiting for the manager to explain further, he rushed out to see you standing at the corner with your friend who you had attempted to help the night before. Before he could stop himself, his feet were already taking him towards you, wanting to take you away from this pathetic place once again.

"Namjoon…" Your voice was soft and full of surprise, making Namjoon's heart flutter. He clenched his jaw and closed his eyes to regain his composure. As much as he had instructed himself to stop feeling that way, he couldn't help when he saw you. How could he possibly stop himself from wanting you?

You were so ethereal.

"What are you doing here?" You asked, your hands turning clammy at the sight of him standing before you in a black overcoat that made him look more handsome. Black was Namjoon's colour. Actually, every colour was Namjoon's colour.

Namjoon raised an eyebrow, glancing at Isla who stood behind you with a nervous expression. Namjoon had heard whatever she was going to tell you, he was glad he found you before that. If you were to find out who Namjoon really was, it was gonna be from him only.

"I should be asking you that." He replied, taking a step closer to you. The intensity of his gaze made you look away, your breathing faltering and your cheeks growing warm. You buried your hands in the pocket of your hoodie. Correction. His hoodie.

"I was just here to return my uniform." You answered, earning a nod from him. A gust of wind made you shiver, Namjoon's eyes narrowing upon noticing how you weren't really looking at him. He really had to talk to you about the kiss.

"Come on, let's go home." He stated, nudging his head towards his car that was parked across the street. Not seeing much of an option, you nodded, slowly turning around and bidding farewell to Isla.

Namjoon had already made up his mind, he was gonna try his best to never let you meet Isla again. He was sure that the girl knew about him and he wasn't too surprised. A lot of people knew about him, it was only shocking that you didn't.

You quietly turned around and followed Namjoon to the car, your heartbeat growing faster at the thought of being alone with him. He held your hand out of the blue, your eyes staring at the back of his head as he looked out for any cars before crossing the road. It was purely an instinct, Namjoon just wanted to hold your hand and damn, his heart was uncontrollably racing now. Opening the door to your side of the car, Namjoon let you in before shutting the door gently. You could hear your heart in your ears, thrumming rhythmically but erratically. 

So much for trying to avoid him.

Namjoon got into the driver's seat, your eyes fixated on the side of his face as he settled comfortably. Smoothly, he stretched his arm towards the backseat and took hold of a white box. You inhaled deeply when he finally looked at you, nudging the box towards you. You frowned in confusion but took it anyway, quickly recognizing the logo engraved on top of the white surface.

"You..you didn't have to get me-"

"Yes, Y/N. I did have to buy you a phone. Now I can actually keep track of your whereabouts." He interrupted you, focusing his attention back on the road as he started the car. Your heart was swooning again, Namjoon's personality traits catching up to you. You were absolutely done for. There was no escaping the fact that you were falling for the man sitting beside you. If you were being honest now, you would probably let him kiss you again. It's not like you stopped him the first time anyway. 

You hugged the box to your chest and leaned your head against the window, smiling softly and looking at all the buildings that you left behind. Namjoon's eyes kept flickering between you and the road, his lips mirroring the smile on yours. Because it was inevitable. Namjoon smiled when you smiled. Namjoon was happy when you were happy. What had you done to him?

Namjoon's gaze fell on the skin of your neck, a dark bruise of some sort peeking out from the edge of the neckline of your clothes. His eyes darkened immediately, foot slamming against the break and making the car halt abruptly. You gasped, placing your hand on the dashboard to stop yourself from being thrown into the windshield. Your eyes were wide and your chest was heaving, your fingers letting go of the box that held your new phone in it. You turned to ask Namjoon what had just happened, only to find his jaw clenched and eyes shut. His knuckles were turning white with how hard he was gripping the steering wheel, adrenaline rushing through him as he tried to keep his thoughts at bay. 

Namjoon had no idea what had just happened. All he knew was that he saw the mark on your neck, the one he was responsible for and he couldn't stop the possessiveness from taking over him. He shouldn't be feeling this way, considering the situation of your relationship right now but it was inevitable. He had a flashback of every second of the kiss he shared with you and he was just dying to do it again.

"Namjoon, are you okay?" You squeaked, still shaken up from what had just happened. Namjoon leaned his forehead on the steering wheel, catching his breath before looking at you. 

"I'm fine. Just a little stressed out." He lied, biting the inside of his cheek as if to punish himself for that. You gulped, nodding in understanding and turning back to sit straight. That was close, for all you knew, this could have been your last car ride. 

"Do you want to...go to an amusement park? You could distract yourself for a bit?" You blurted out, mentally slapping yourself for your words. At a time when you should be comforting him, this is what you say? Good work, Y/N.

Namjoon chuckled, shaking his head and seeing you hide your face in embarrassment.

"I mean, it's not like we have anything else to do." He said, stepping on the acceleration and heading to the amusement park which was at the other side of the city. Good thing it was the establishment's anniversary week, which meant they were gonna be open all night. Namjoon didn't actually know this until he had heard Rex talking about how everyone should go together and lose their minds while sitting on all sorts of rides. Obviously, everyone just rolled their eyes. But since it was you, Namjoon wasn't gonna say no, now was he?

Behind Namjoon's car, Hana sat patiently in her van, wondering what you both were talking about. She hadn't been able to gather much information about you but she definitely knew she didn't like how Namjoon was growing to like you. All those years, she held back from going after her best friend but now her regrets knew no bounds. Revving the engine, Hana clenched her jaw and began to trail behind, hoping that maybe she'll bring an end to this little fairytale. 

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[good-enemy]

HII! the don't blame me bridge was PERFECT, AMAZING!!

so for today, i wanna know your favourite gabrielle aplin lyrics!

keepin this short and sweet (for once xp)

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GABBBBYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

- I've been falling out of control, I think of you wherever i go, oh what did you do? What did you do to me?

- I'm not here to make you feel good, to dry up your tears and apologise for you, i feel so much better now you're not around

- I'm kind of feeling lost wherever I go, and I could be staring it right in the face and I wouldn't know

- it is the sanity of life that makes us mad

- it is the beauty of our flaws that will define us

- they say home is where your heart is set in stone, it's where you go when you're alone, it's where you go to rest your bones; it's not just where you lay your head, it's not just where you make your bed; as long as we're together, does it matter where we go home?

- fools rush in, and I've been the fool before

- heavy words are hard to take, under pressure precious things can break

- there used to be an empty space, a photograph without a face, but with your presence and your grace, everything falls into place

- youre a mountain I can't climb yet, and I'm a painting but you're blinded

- I've watched you break yourself in two and try to give me half

- and I'd run to the furthest place i need to, just to hear you laugh, because I need to find out how it feels to be broken in two halves

- the colours of these roads are matching the rainy skies, we're too blind to see what's really here in front of our eyes

- we only lie when asked if we're okay; we lock ourselves up, we only pray that we won't be the sterling silver that turns grey, we are the sparks that never fade

- when you start to speak your mind, I'll just turn around and roll my eyes

- I have a song in my heart, and just like life it has a middle, an end, a start, and who knows if I'm on the path or I'm walking in the dark?

- im ready to question that life is a blessing, give me a sign, am i following blind? Is there anyone listening?

- oh, love your flaws and live for your mistakes, beauty's on the surface wearing thin, come closer show the marks upon your skin, show me that you're human

- walk away from your pride, it's a demon in disguise

- oh today I'm just a drop of water, and I'm running down the mountainside, come tomorrow ill be in the ocean, I'll be rising with the morning tide

- when you walked into the room just then, it's like the sun came out

- I was alone, I was taken with the tide, but I knew that i was home, when I looked into your eyes and said I'm done, just let me go

- I'm drawing perfect circles round the life that we could share, and what is ours is ours to keep, I know the thing you want the most, you hide it over there, safe at the dark end of the street

- I wanna be the one to light up the dark in you

- when your chaos turns to silence, and your enemy's your friend, i will roll away the stone

- lost our luck, you put it down somewhere for safekeeping, so safe you don't remember, but it's okay, we'll make some more

- I feel better in the morning, when all my troubles lose their meaning

- you know you're supposed to lie when the truth is so unkind

- I'm not gonna love you, I don't know where to begin

- I'm followed by your ghost, I'm stepping on your shadow

- the troubles smaller when you're looking down

- we cant always grow from the seeds we sow, but still you watch them from your window

- standing underneath the sky with nothing of my own, I'm out here picking flowers but all my seeds are left unsown

- was it everything that you never said? I swear I had it right in my head

- I see my reflection, dazed and complacent, she follows me home at night

- the man sat next to me is texting somebody, I wonder what that feels like

- it's a little bit clearer now, I love you like the sun came out

- lately every day feels like a week, carrying a weight on both my shoulders, and i can't stand this air like I can't breathe, the only thing I've got is one week older

- you should see inside my head, it's like a dream, bending over backwards trying to find a meaning

- all my scars are golden

- I just wanna go wherever heaven takes me even through the flames

- I don't know how much more i can take, I'm broken into so many pieces, would be easy just to throw them away, but I don't wanna give up on feeling

- cause now that I'm shattered I'm all kinds of me, was knocked off the shelf but I'm also complete, I'm under the weather with no place to be, but maybe that's just what i need

- make it beautiful and golden with grace, but keep a little stain to remind me, that even when i mess up that mess is still me

- if you need me like you need to breathe then love me like you say you do

- just take a breath love, fill your lungs up, rest your head there's no sense in losing sleep, you can break down, let your worst out, lose your temper, but you're not losing me

- the things we do, when we dress up pain like heaven in a moment of truth

- like a bed that you can fall in when you're broken, I'm the air that's running through a window open

- give me all my time back, give me all my love back

- only wanna know me when you're lonely, only call me when there's no one else around

- dear happy, don't go, not there but I'm close, I just always thought I'd never win

- keep your head up in the clouds, live tomorrow now

- stop what you're doing take your eyes off the screen, you've always got a feeling but you don't know what it means, step across the line with an open mind and let go

- on the last day on the earth, all i wanna do is share a smile with you

- my love will testify and last through the ages

- history books will tell our love through the ages

- if I look deep inside the caverns of my heart, all I see is you smiling back at me

Also this whole song:

You are the avalanche, One world away, My make believing, While I'm wide awake

Just a trick of light, To bring me back around again, Those wild eyes, A psychedelic silhouette

I never meant to fall for you but I was buried underneath and all that I could see was white

My salvation, My, my, My salvation, My, my

You are the snowstorm, I'm purified, The darkest fairytale, In the dead of night

So let the band play out, as I'm making my way home again, glorious we transcend, into a psychedelic silhouette (& the chorus again and etc this post is already too long)

Also this whole song:

I got up late again today

And I'm scared of everything

I don't dare to dream

I got a dark imagination

These hours waste away

A debt I'll never pay

I'm talking to the walls

But the walls keep caving in

They amplify my thoughts

I really want a conversation

But I let it slip away

A debt I'll never pay

Worry, worry, oh

It's funny how it changes

When nothing really changes at all

Am I jaded?

Am I meant to feel this way?

I'm a loser, getting beat by my own game

But if I falter, well at least it was my mistake

Oh, at least it was my mistake

'Cause I choose to be this way

I'm a loser, and I self-deprecate

So when I falter, well at least it was my mistake

I saw my friend today

She tried to comfort me

But I turned her away

There's magic in this misery

So no matter what you say

I don't think I'll ever change

Worry, worry, oh

It's funny how it changes

When nothing really changes at all

Am I jaded?

Am I meant to feel this way?

I'm a loser, getting beat by my own game

But if I falter, well at least it was my mistake

Well, at least it was my mistake

'Cause I choose to be this way

I'm a loser, and I self-deprecate

So when I falter, well at least it was my mistake

And I don't really care about what anyone says

I don't give a damn about what anyone says

I don't want to think about anything

I don't want to think about anything

And I don't really care about what anyone says

I don't need opinions hanging over my head

I don't really care about anything

I don't really care

I don't really care at all

Am I jaded?

Am I meant to feel this way?

I'm a loser, getting beat by my own game

But if I falter, well at least it was my mistake

Well, at least it was my mistake

'Cause I choose to be this way

I'm a loser, and I self-deprecate

So when I falter, well at least it was my mistake

Well, at least it was my mistake

Well, at least it was my mistake

[smileyoongle]

Deception (A Kim Namjoon Mafia AU)

Summary: A damsel in distress and a lonely mafia leader. Different but not too different. The two worlds collide on a rainy night when Kim Namjoon, a renowned Mafia leader is called for an emergency and Y/N Y/L/N is on the run from her abusive father. Feelings stir and he rescues her. But one of them is a liar. And the other's life is on the line. It's only a matter of time until all secrets are out in the open.

Will love be born? Or will death conquer?

ςhαp†εr †εη: Lost In Delirium

Character Count: 11,574

Pairing: Namjoon×Reader (Appearances by the whole of BTS)

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Because I have been lonely, I value love.

-Leonard Nimoy

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“How’s your business tycoon of a boyfriend doing?” 

The immediate reaction of yours should have been an eye roll but instead, you ended up dropping the empty whiskey glass that you were cleaning. You gasped as the glass broke, sending sparkling bits scattering here and there. To say you were a little distracted was an understatement . Whatever had happened between Namjoon and you was consuming your senses completely. You had come close to kissing him, twice and every single time you were interrupted either by your thoughts or someone else. You were confused and…angry? You couldn’t tell.

Did you want him or did you not?

You sighed, crouching down to pick up the broken pieces as your coworker, Isla, towered over you.

“He’s not my boyfriend. How many times are you going to make me say it?” You muttered, your voice laced with annoyance and frustration. Annoyed, because Isla kept calling Namjoon your boyfriend. Frustrated, because it wasn’t true, no matter how much a part of you wanted it to be.

You carefully cleaned the shiny marble floor, the bar counter hiding you from the eyes of your manager, a very moody and rude man who had no respect for his workers whatsoever. Surprisingly, he wasn’t the perverted kind at all. That was probably the one thing that made you stay, along with the money, of course.

 “Oh come on, Y/N! If Mr Kim isn’t your boyfriend now, he will be very soon. I can tell that you like him a lot. And you even stay under the same roof. You want me to believe that a man and a woman can stay together without-“

“Maybe you should focus on restocking the bottles rather than prying into Ms Y/L/N’s domestic affairs.”

Your eyes widened, your head jerking up to see your manager glaring at Isla. You winced, crawling towards the bin to throw all the glass bits you had collected, knowing that Isla was probably being burnt to the ground by your manager’s eyes. He was scary, more than Hitler. Okay, that was a bit of exaggeration on your part but he was horrifying, nonetheless.

“Sorry sir, I’ll get to work right now.” Isla apologised in a small voice and you swore this was the first time she sounded so weak. Isla was a very driven person, capable of a lot of things but when problems stood before her, she preferred to cower away. That loud and giddy girl existed only in front of you. It was a surprise that within a week you had managed to grow so close to someone.

Isn’t it the same with Namjoon?

You pursed your lips, moving to help Isla before the club opened for the night. 

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"Namjoon, just because you're doing what your father wants you to do, doesn't mean you're a bad person."

Hana's words kept replaying in Namjoon's mind, like a broken record player that he was unable to fix. There had been so much warmth and love in her voice that Namjoon had thought he was dreaming. He was only 19 when his father pushed him into the Mafia business, his mother running away soon after she saw him making his first kill. To this day, Namjoon wished it had all been a dream. His father breaking the awful news to him. His mother leaving. Hana dying, only to come back alive as someone who didn't wanna stand by him anymore.

Maybe if it had all been a dream, then Namjoon's life would have been better. Maybe he would have lived like a normal guy with a normal job and a normal family. Everything would have been so perfect.

Namjoon clenched his jaw as the car came to a halt, the club's name flashing in the darkness of the night. It was a few minutes past 9, everyone's anxiety growing bigger than they could ever imagine.

"Okay so, just a recap. We'll be scattered around, trying to blend in until Hana comes and we confront her." Rex confirmed, earning a groan from Jungkook who was seated beside Namjoon in the backseat along with Yoongi.

"Once again, this isn't a movie. We aren't gonna go to her until she's done talking to whoever she's planning on meeting." Jungkook replied, his eyes glaring at Rex who sighed in disappointment and sulked in his place. The others were in the car that followed behind, hoseok's voice ringing in the earpiece that all of them had.

"She could be here any minute, we should go in."

There was heavy silence for a second, the air very thick and suffocating. Jungkook knew he had lost his favourite person, she wasn't the same Hana now and he had to let her go. The girl that used to be his link to the innocence of the world was gone and he let it happen. No matter how much he told himself that it wasn't his fault, he failed to believe it.

"Let's just get this over with." Yoongi muttered under his breath, pushing open the door of the car and stepping out onto the gravel. It was a cold night, Yoongi's blue suit jacket doing nothing to keep him from getting cold. The only thing keeping him warm was the adrenaline rushing in his veins, a subtle ache in his heart on seeing Namjoon's grim expression. Whatever was gonna happen, Yoongi could only hope they all would be okay again. To him, this wasn't that big of a surprise because he saw it coming. But Namjoon and Jungkook, he knew they were hurt. Very hurt.

As the club loomed over them, they all glanced at each other, Jungkook's eyes falling on Namjoon towards the end. There was a silent message being passed, Namjoon's eyes softening at the look of betrayal in the younger's eyes. In that moment, Namjoon swore he was gonna be strong for the rest of the members. He had to step up as the leader and take care of everyone. He didn't worry about himself too much because he knew. He knew that at the end of the day, he'd go home and he'd find you waiting for him with the smile you wore all the time. Maybe someday he'd be able to tell you what you had done to his heart, but for now, he knew he'd be okay.

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You placed the different glasses of drinks on your tray, moving through the crowd as you kept track of which glass goes on which table. The mass of bodies grinding against one another in the middle of the dancefloor, made it difficult for you to navigate your way through but you had to do it. This was probably why Isla always took charge of the other end of the club. That was the VIP section. You shook your head in envy, grabbing the glass of beer and placing it on a single table where a man with a black cap sat, bobbing his head and looking around the club. "Enjoy your drink." You stated, your robotically sweet tone having been perfected with practice. It was the same everytime, no matter who you were serving. The man looked up at you as you passed by him, not noticing his face in the flashy lights that reflected throughout the place.

Rex was positive he had seen that face before. It wasn't very clear in his mind but he knew he had seen those eyes.

The only question that remained was when?

He narrowed his eyes, thinking hard about who it was. That waitress had a very familiar face but he couldn't put a finger on where he had seen her.

"Rex, I see you zoning out. There's a man at the bar who just arrived, he looks like he's waiting for someone, keep an eye on him."

Namjoon's voice rung in Rex's ears, making him flinch at the suddenness of it. He quickly shook himself back to reality, eyes falling on the man who had, indeed, just arrived. Nonetheless, he saw the same waitress again, picking up another round of drinks as she laughed at something her colleague said. Rex wondered if Namjoon could see her. Maybe he'd know who she was, because the curiosity was killing him. He had such a bad memory, that's probably why he failed half his tests in school.

"Hey boss. Do you see that girl at the bar? The waitress? The one with the ponytail?"

The response was immediate, all the members' heads turning to look at who Rex was talking about. Namjoon couldn't see very clearly, only the back of that waitress was visible to him. But upon seeing her, he felt something familiar, like he knew her.

"You don't actually have to describe her, there's only one waitress there." Jungkook snapped, glaring in Rex's direction from the corner of the room. He was just growing irritated at how long it took Hana to get there, nothing personal against Rex. No matter how annoying the kid was.

Rex pursed his lips, seeing that there was only one waitress there, thankfully it was the one who he wanted to ask about.

"So does anyone of you know her? I think I've seen her before but I can't remember. Help me out, my dudes. I'm dying out of curiosity."

Jimin rolled his eyes at Rex's words. My dudes? He was definitely not fit for being in a gang. Yoongi narrowed his eyes, shifting a little in his place but he still couldn't see her. Seeing that there was no sign of Hana yet, he decided to move closer to her, pushing through the dancing bodies until he was in the clear. Under the colourful lights, he somehow managed to see that face. The one that made his eyes immediately move to Namjoon who was standing on the floor above. Before Yoongi could do anything, he saw the way Namjoon's lips parted in surprise, his eyes stuck to your figure hunched over the bar table.

"Is that...." Hoseok voiced, still trying to come to grip with the situation. They were here to find Hana but looks like there was someone much more interesting there.

"..Y/N." Taehyung added, glancing at Namjoon who had his jaw clenched, his fingers tightening against the railing as he glared at you. Not that you knew. He had been caught way off guard, finally catching onto your lies. You worked at a cafe? Bullshit.

Jungkook raised his eyebrows, taking in your appearance. A pretty one, he wasn't going to deny that. Your eyes were very... expressive. They shined under the lights, telling everyone that you were content with how your life was going. For a second, Jungkook saw the same flash of innocence that he used to find solace in. The only difference was that you weren't Hana. He cleared his throat, looking at Namjoon and concluding that no one knew about your little job. Oh.

So the new girl was a liar.

That thought made Jungkook feel better. A part of him blamed you for whatever was happening, but he also knew he had no reasons to hate you yet. You seemed like a good person, he could understand why Namjoon took you in. He would have probably done the same anyway.

You patiently waited for the bartender to make the next round of drinks, your elbow resting on the shiny black counter as you looked around the club. You hummed a little tune to yourself, feeling grateful that tonight there had been no catcalls or inappropriate comments directed to you. It had been a good day, you were sure of it. You wondered what Namjoon was doing, recalling how he had told you he had a meeting to attend. He surely had a very tiring job.

Your eyes wandered to where Isla was standing, her expression distraught as she tried to get her hand out of a stranger's grip. You immediately straightened up, your breath hitching as he pulled Isla onto his lap, his companions laughing at the scene. You were fuming at this point, your feet taking off in her direction, ignoring the calls of the bartender behind you as your shoulder brushed against Yoongi's. But you didn't notice.

Every single member had his eyes trained on you, watching in confusion as you ran to the other end of the club. Right then, Rex happened to look at the entrance, a hooded figure making its way to the mysterious man that was sitting near the bar. He inhaled deeply, looking back at you and then the others. No one was paying attention.

"Guys, Hana's here I think."

At that, everyone's eyes shot to the bar, where Hana took off her hood and began having a serious conversation with the mystery man. Jungkook's blood boiled at the very sight. He was surprised at how quickly he began to hate her but anyone who hurt his family was his enemy. No matter the reasons. He saw Namjoon, fuming and making his way downstairs. Wrong move.

"Let her go." You bellowed over the music, prying the man's hand off of Isla's waist and pulling her to you. She was crying by the time you came, hiding behind you as she sobbed into her hands. You weren't gonna lie that you weren't scared when he stood up but this was no time for that. It was time for you to be strong, to learn to protect yourself.

"And what do you think you're doing?" The drunk man seethed, clenching his fists as the people around you stopped their activities to see what was going on. You breathed heavily, taking a step forward. "I'm sorry but you cannot touch a woman without her consent. We can throw you out for inappropriate behaviour towards the employees." You stated calmly, reminding yourself that you still had a job to keep. Hopefully, your manager would see that you were on the right.

Namjoon was joined by Yoongi as he made his way towards you, his eyes burning holes in the back of your head. You had a lot of explaining to do but that was for later. Right now, he could tell you were getting yourself in trouble. Jungkook discreetly pushed his way towards Namjoon, walking beside him.

"What are you doing? Hana is there and this is gonna grab too much attention." He explained, only to hear a scoff from Namjoon. The leader halted, turning to Jungkook as he stared at him with cold eyes. "Y/N needs to be taken out of here. We don't need to wait for Hana to see us. Go and do what needs to be done." He instructed, earning a reluctant nod from the younger male.

"Oh baby, did you want to be in her place? You just have to ask, you know?" You wanted to throw up at the stench of alcohol in his breath. You were beyond disgusted, your head bringing back unwanted memories when you used to be treated like this by strange men. You swallowed thickly as his friends laughed, his hand inching closer to you. Just as his fingers grazed your skin, he was punched to the side, his body landing on the floor with a loud thud. You gasped, your eyes widening as you looked at whoever had saved you.

Namjoon's eyes looked back into yours with anger and disappointment, your heart fluttering on seeing him but you knew it was over. What you didn't want him to find out, was laid out before him in the clear.

"Namjoon..."

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