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[ID: Ten circular half black and half yellow pronoun pins against transparent background that read, my pronouns are" across the top, with larger pronouns in the center, in first black, then yellow font.
The pronouns are in order:
ze/zer, ri/ver, ex/exo,
sol/ari, cim/ari,
gho/ghost, vamp/pyr, vamp/vamps
ser/vi, thon/thons
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Feel free to save them to your computer/device to use for icons, headers, moodboards, edits, ect.
If you’re able to print out and make your own buttons, feel free to do so, as long as you aren’t selling them to make money!
Feel free to request more pronouns in this style, or with different examples sentences! Requests are always open! :)
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Designs are no longer available on Redbubble as of April 2023, as they’ve started actively stealing money from artists. Sorry for the inconvenience. You are, as always, encouraged to save these designs to use as icons or in other art, and you are encouraged to print them out and make your own shirts or buttons if you’re able to.
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moniquill · 1 month
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Here is a brief summary of what is happening in Wikipedia right now:
In the last few years (3-4 years) the WikiProject Indigenous peoples of North America, which was originally created to improve the quality and coverage of native issues and native articles on wikipedia, has been hijacked by a small number of users with an extremist agenda. They have been working diligently over the last few years to change the definition of both what it means to be an Indigenous American and even what it means to be state and federally recognized.
The four or five key players (Mainly Editor Yuchitown, Bohemian Baltimore, ARoseWolf, (now retired editor CorbieVreccan, Netherzone and Oncamera) who are part of the “Native American Articles Improvement Project” started implementing these changes slowly, but they started pursuing their goals aggressively after November 2023, when state-recognized tribes retained their voting rights in NCAI. Essentially, after the movement to delegitimize state-recognized tribes failed officially, the key players doubled down on altering and controlling the flow of information about Native Americans through Wikipedia.
The talk page of Lily Gladstone’s article has a relevant discussion here. Initially, the leaders of the WikiProject removed any reference to her being a “Native American Actress” and instead had her as “Self-identifying as Blackfoot” and “Self-identifying as Nez Perce” because her blood quantum was too low to be enrolled in either tribe.
You can see some of the discussion here:
 https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Talk:Lily_Gladstone
Eventually they relented and changed her category to being “Of Nez Perce Descent” but you can see in the discussion that they are referring to an article that these editors (Yuchitown, Bohemian Baltimore, and CorbieVreccan) themselves appeared to have mostly written and revised:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Native_American_identity_in_the_United_States
This statement is very much at odds with even the government’s description, as seen below;
The DOJ Office of Tribal Justice Office on their webpage “Frequently Asked Questions About Native American”, question “Who is an American Indian or Alaskan Native” states:
“As a general principle, an Indian is a person who is of some degree Indian blood and is recognized as an Indian by a Tribe and/or the United States. No single federal or tribal criterion establishes a person's identity as an Indian. Government agencies use differing criteria to determine eligibility for programs and services. Tribes also have varying eligibility criteria for membership.”
In addition, “List” pages have been created on Wikipedia for federally and state recognized tribes. The Wikipedia “List” page for state-recognized tribes is inaccurate in its interpretation of state recognition and not supported by expert reliable sources--(1) Cohen’s Handbook of Federal Indian Law 2012 edition, (2) NCSL.org current stand on state recognition (not the archived list from 2017 which NCSL no longer supports), (3) Koenig & Stein’s paper “Federalism and the State Recognition of Native American Tribes: a survey of state-recognized tribes and state recognition processes across the United States” (both 2008 & updated 2013 in book “ Recognition, sovereignty struggles, and indigenous rights in the United States: A sourcebook”)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/State-recognized_tribes_in_the_United_States
State-recognized tribes who have received recognition through less formal but acceptable means have been moved from the Wikipedia list page on state-recognized tribes to the Wikipedia list page of unrecognized or self-identifying organizations.
The Wiki page "List of organizations that self-identify as Native American tribes", in particular, is being used to purposely defame legitimate Native American individuals who are members of the tribes/Native communities that are on this list. 
By the parameters set up on Wikipedia, only the colonizer’s governments can acknowledge who is Native American through either federal recognition or state recognition. If an individual is not a member of a federally or state-recognized tribe, then it is determined that they cannot be Native American and are, instead, considered “self-identifying” or only “a descendant of ...” (example Lily Gladstone). As a result, Native individuals are currently being tagged as “self-identifying” and their names are put on “list” pages that strongly imply they are “pretend” Indians.
These editors have indicated that they would like “self-identification” to be the default setting for any people who they deem do not fit within the parameters that they themselves created within Wikipedia.
Moreof, these editors are admin and senior editors within the Wikiproject Indigenous Peoples of North America, and are being called in specifically to weigh on Native Identity, and any project involving any Indigenous Group.
Any attempt to correct misinformation, add information, or change any of these articles is often met with being blocked, reported for various offenses, or reported for having a Conflict of Interest, whether or not that is actually applicable. They have use this strategically in many different pages for many different individuals and groups within the scope of their Wikiprojects.
While changing things in Wikipedia does not change the truth, it is a way to control how most people take in information, and thus they hope to manipulate the narrative to better suit their goals.
This is quick and messy but:
Here is a link to the google document with the other state recognized tribes (Including yours) that were edited by these editors. This is an incomplete list so far that only goes back to September 2023 but I am going to add to it. If you can add to your own part of this list, and send your complaints and information to the arbitrator committee (the email is below) with the involved editors, this will help our case.
The  more tribes who complain, and the more Wikipedia editors complain, the better our case will be. 
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1YNDEjLTrrZ_mMIRCVxtvt69FwCYpJWKs71lBhWa5a9M/edit?usp=sharing
The place to make complaints on Wikipedia is oversight-en-wpwikipedia.org , and
arbcom-enwikimedia.org . It is most helpful to have an editing account on Wikipedia, because Yuchitown and the others will try to defend themselves using Wikipedia methodology and make anyone who confronts them look like the aggressor (see the other tribes who tried to fight back on Wikipedia I found).
The more people and tribes make complaints the more likely it is that this will work and we can rid ourselves of these monsters.
Some of the tribes I have spoken to are taking legal action against these editors. Any groups affected by their policies should also reach out to the news to make knowledge of this more widespread.
Thank you
- quoted with permission from an email sent by an associate of my tribe. Message me for their email address if you'd like to reach out to them.
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red-dyed-sarumane · 22 days
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i wanted to be cute this morning & come up with an alliteration day for rime and then got mad when i realized no day in en or jp starts with r
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nageill · 1 year
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Grieving is Normal
Fandom: Star Wars, pre-The Phantom Menace.
Character(s): Obi-Wan Kenobi; Korre Ver (OC).
Pairing(s): None.
Word Count: 910.
Genre: Angst.
Summary: There is more than one way to lose a friend. Two Jedis, Obi-Wan Kenobi and Korre Ver, learn the hard way.
Author’s Notes: Just a little something I wrote up for @koiwrites, based on a random idea I had from our timeline with our Star Wars roleplays.
Cross-Posted: AO3.
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Emotions were a natural part of life, and despite the popular opinion of Jedi throughout the galaxy, they were natural to the Jedi as well. They were not immune to emotions; they experienced them as well. They are not living statutes, cold and emotionless like a simple rock. No, they feel. If anything, Korre believes, they feel too much. With the Force, it is impossible to be connected to it and not experience every emotion that exists.
The Jedi simply do not dwell on it. They do not wallow, allow themselves to drown in them, or be consumed by them. They experience them and let go. That is the teaching of the Jedi. It is healthier to do so rather than to bottle them up inside, to try and deny them completely, less to fall into temptation from the Dark Side, either from lack of compassion or being controlled by them.
Therefore, the heartache the young Twi’lek is currently feeling is only natural. She has suffered a loss. Grieving is normal. She can experience this emotion and let go. Still, it is painful in the present moment.
Ris could not have left more than ten minutes ago, and yet, it felt like an hour to her breaking heart. The news of the young Jedi Knight leaving the Order caught Korre by surprise. Of all the news she expected to hear, this was certainly not it. She knows such a decision has not come lightly to her friend, however, and she must hold fast to the belief that the Force is guiding her elsewhere. That is where Korre finds her comfort, even among her tears. The Force is still with Ris, it will protect Ris and guide her even outside the Temple walls.
Still, she cannot say that she will not miss her friend all the same.
It is only when another approaches that interrupt her thoughts and tears.
“Korre, what is the matter?” Obi-Wan asked with a slight, worried frown, concerned.
“Oh, Kenobi,” Korre greeted him, wiping her eyes and taking a calming breath before lowering her hands to see him. She bowed her head slightly in greeting, weakly smiling at him. “I will be alright. I’m just missing Ris. It was so sad to see her leave.”
However, her friend’s laughter only confused Korre. She would have expected out of everyone here at the Temple, Obi-Wan would miss their comrade the most. “Don’t fret,” he began, “The diplomatic missions Ris and Master Coul go on never take too long.” He grinned, thinking that would reassure her. “She’ll be back and making sweet-sand cookies for your younglings before you know it.”
“Diplo—No. She’s not…” Her voice trailed off as realization hit her. “Obi-Wan, Ris hasn’t left for a mission. She’s leaving the Order,” she gently explained. “You…didn’t know?”
His blue eyes widened in shock. “What? What do you mean she’s leaving the Order??” Obi-Wan demanded, his voice growing much louder so quickly, a twinge of panic to his tone. 
What could have happened? Ris was the most rule-abiding Padawan and Knight the Temple probably ever had! What could she have done to be forced to leave the Jedi Order? The very thought that she would have voluntarily resigned from the Order, so soon after being promoted to a Jedi Knight, did not even cross his mind.
“I do not know. She did not tell me what prompted her to leave, only that she felt it was what she must do. Master Coul is returning her back to her family’s home back on Naboo today,” Korre explained calmly. She felt guilty breaking the news to Obi-Wan this way. Ever since they were crechemates, Obi-Wan and Ris shared a close bond. Why hadn’t Ris told him? Perhaps she could not find him, but still, it seemed so unlike her friend not to personally tell Obi-Wan she resigned.
“What prompted–she’s choosing to leave?” Obi-Wan sputtered, almost stammering.
The green Twi’lek nodded, a slight frown tugging at her lips. “That is my understanding, yes,” she confirmed. She did not need to sense through the Force to know her friend was hurt, upset. No, the intense emotion radiated from Obi-Wan like steam.
“Where is she?”
“She told me goodbye just before you came. I believe she might–”
However, Korre did not get a chance to finish answering his question before Obi-Wan was running out towards the landing pad. She hoped he wasn’t too late…
A hope which was dashed when Obi-Wan sulkily returned not even ten minutes later.
Disappointment, sadness, confusion, and anger burned brightly off his aura as he walked past her. Korre’s heart now ached for him as well. As much as she cherished her own friendship with Ris, she knew Obi-Wan hurt even worse.
“Kenobi!” she called after him, and he stopped, turning to look back as she crossed over to him and hugged him. “I’m sorry,” she murmured quietly, not able vocally expressed the depth of her concern but communicating it through the Force.
Obi-Wan at first tensed from the sudden embrace, too wrapped up inside his own head to fully appreciate or welcome the gesture, but he quickly relaxed. There was a comfort in his friend’s arms, a deep sense of understanding and empathy that, while it did not extinguish the flurry of emotions he felt right now, it did help to temper the pain. He hugged her back, perhaps a little too tightly. “Me, too,” he mumbled. “Me, too.”
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emeraldenha · 2 years
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waiting for SM to post the album details for Seulgi’s solo debut🧎‍♀️
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gaymer-hag-stan · 1 year
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On the 19th of February, fourteen years ago, KARA released the repackaged version of their second EP, Honey (Special Edition).
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In contrast to Pretty Girl's cute and lively concept, the title track "Honey" is more wistful and features the members of Kara as soft, feminine women. The song was remixed from the original version, and also underwent a slight name change from "하니" (Ha-ni) to "Honey". It is considered the group's first hit.
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bat-the-misfit · 1 year
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Não vamo esquecer que é canon que o DC é mais alto que o Nimbus mesmo ele sendo mais novo se for assim na live action de TMJ eu acho que vou chorar
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polisena-art · 5 months
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Posing practice with José and music lyrics as inspo! Panchito ver
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mrkspo · 1 month
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❝ We're kissing in the bathroom girl, and, uh I hope nobody catch us But I kinda hope they catch us, anyway. ❞
𖥔 ₊ ֗ actress!reader x actor!enzo, enemies to lovers, pequeno age gap [leitora tem entre 23-25 anos], smut, public e mirror sex, sexo sem proteção [ não pode 🙅🏻‍♀️], pet names, spanking, hair pulling, um pouquinho de espanhol, a reader tem descendência brasileira [ tipo a neta da atriz brasileira Maria Gladys mas sem ser nepobaby ], reader não é nada modesta, uma pequena referência a daddy issues
𝓪/𝓷: primeira vez que eu tô escrevendo com alguém fora do kpop, espero que gostem meus amores 🤭😘 revisado mas pode conter erros
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Era para ser mais uma premiere, sua segunda premiere na verdade.
Falavam que era a nova revelação de Hollywood, depois de atuar em alguns filmes independentes e finalmente estrelar em uma grande produção todos queriam você e sua atuação impecável. Você definia seu próprio trabalho como impecável.
Quando chega ao tapete vermelho, na frente do teatro que assistiriam ao seu mais novo trabalho, as câmeras não demoram a apontar para a sua presença. Na internet as pessoas comentavam, sobre seu vestido Valentino vintage, sobre sua aura, seus momentos em que falava em português e também sobre o seu parceiro nesse novo filme. Novo queridinho das garotas com problemas com o pai, você particularmente não via nada demais em Enzo e ele também não ia tanto com sua cara.
As gravações do filme não foram desconfortáveis, não é que tinham pouca química, mas tinha algo no homem que a incomodava, talvez fosse o perfume amadeirado que odiava, o cabelo espesso e escuro que o davam um certo charme ou até mesmo o jeito que sorria sapeca. Na verdade nada aquilo a incomodava, até gostava desses detalhes. E isso te fez perceber que toda a química que todos juravam ter visto entre vocês dois foi totalmente sua culpa, talvez assim como sua personagem nerd estereotipada que odiava o popular da faculdade, seu coração amoleceu mais.
Não estava apaixonada, definitivamente não, mas sentia uma certa atração, um certo desejo toda vez que via ele.
Enzo por sua vez te desprezava, sabia da atração que você sentia por ele e a desprezava muito por isso. Era uma garota mais nova, uma novata boba e arrogante mas com talento. Mas ele também não podia negar, sentia muita atração por você. Pelo seu jeitinho despreocupado, não se importando com nada ao seu redor, como você se achava a maior. Era extremamente atraente para ele.
Enzo chega ao tapete vermelho, os fotógrafos gritam para poder fazer uma foto de vocês dois juntos. Ele se aproxima o suficiente para fazerem as fotos que tanto pediram. "Mais perto Enzo! Está fugindo dela?" um dos fotógrafos grita e todos ao redor soltam uma risada. O uruguaio solta um suspiro e abraça sua cintura, ele sorri para as câmeras e você faz o mesmo. O atores coadjuvantes se arrumam ao lado dos dois para a foto conjunta do elenco e ele aproveita a bagunça ao redor para sussurrar algo no seu ouvido; "Me encontre no corredor do banheiro antes do filme começar, quero conversar com você nena." Os fotógrafos não perdem a chances, os cliques e flashes pioram três vezes mais com essa interação.
Você sorri, mas no fundo está um pouco nervosa com esse homem ao seu lado.
Quando as fotos no tapete vermelho acabam você praticamente corre para dentro do teatro, curiosa para saber o que ele queria fala tanto com você. Não vai de primeira até o corredor, para um pouco antes dele para respirar e controlar o nervosismo mas Enzo já estava lá, ele conseguiu te ver do ponto onde estava. Os olhos castanhos dele escurecem, te hipnotiza, te chamam para perto.
– Você veio, realmente estava torcendo para que você viesse. – E porque eu não viria?
Ele encosta as costas na parede e coloca o indicador no queixo, como se estivesse pensando. – Talvez porque eu te deixo nervosa.
Você ri, "isso é um ridículo!". Quer negar até a morte, mas se até ele já percebeu imagine as outras pessoas, o público. Prefere se manter calada.
– ¿Que pasó bebé? Te chamei aqui para algumas dicas de português mas parece que te deixei sem palavras, certo? – Ele se aproxima de você, perigosamente perto demais de você, com o deboche presente em tudo que fala. Quer cometer uma loucura, gritar com ele, beijar-lo ou algo do tipo, você só não aguenta reprimir mais aquele desejo. – Tengo muchas palabras en mi vocabulario, vagabundo 'sin vergonha. – Abrasileira ao máximo o xingamento no final da frase, sabe que ele não vai entender o que disse e prefere não falar mais nada então vira de costas para ele e sai.
Ou não.
Ele segura o seu pulso antes que consiga avançar pelo corredor, te trás para perto dele novamente. Uma mão na sua cintura, a outra no seu rosto. Sorri da forma mais cafajeste possível e te beija, mas não é qualquer beijo, não, é "o beijo". Aquele de cinema, tirando o fato de não ser falso e muito menos romântico, mas era tão gostoso que ignorava a sensação de não existir uma "paixão" ali. Ele te leva até o banheiro feminino, não perde tempo, olha para você buscando aprovação para o próximo ato. Enzo te vira de costas para ele, faz você encarar o próprio reflexo no espelho daquele lugar, "Você gosta disso não é? Garotinha suja", passeia com as mãos pelo seu corpo e sobe o seu vestido até a sua cintura. Você só consegue sorrir, como se estivesse chapada, mas realmente não passa mais nada pela sua cabeça. Está boba, bêbada de tesão e só quer um pau para poder se aliviar.
– Enzo, por favor, por favor! – Ele sabe que o seu apelo é para poder enterrar o pau nela, mas ignora, fingi que não ouviu sua voz fininha implorando por um pouco de pica. Ele segura a sua bunda com força, observa a pele morena ficar vermelha com o aperto. Então um tapa é transferido em uma das bandas.
– Você sabe que não me dou bem com vadias como você. Mas só eu sei o quanto você me provocou. Mesmo que você não fizesse nada, era uma provocação para mim.
Mais um tapa. A esse ponto você se debruça mais sobre a pia, empinando a bundinha para receber os tapas direito. – Você é tão suja nena. A mão grande do uruguaio brinca com sua entrada por cima do tecido rendado da calcinha, "você é quente, até demais".
Você ouve o o barulho do cinto sendo desfeito, consegue ver pelo espelho como ele pega o pau que parece tão pesado e bombeia. Sente as mãos dele novamente passeando pelo seu corpo, parando na barra da tua calcinha e descendo ela devagarinho, sensual. Ele provoca sua entrada, pincela um pouco do pré-gozo, misturando sua excitação com a dele. Só faz colocar a cabecinha gorda para dentro, sua boca já abre em um 'O' perfeito, "tsk, está agindo como uma virgenzinha, nena.", ele brinca. Você não demora para levar tudo, até o talo. Então ele começa a estocar, devagar e fundo, nesse ritmo torturante; você pede por mais, ele ri e diz que vai te dar mais. Vai aumentando a velocidade, os dedos brincam com o seu pontinho sensível. Desiste de todas as tentativas de fechar os olhinhos, "Quiero que veas lo sucia que estás, puta." ele te degrada. Enzo só aumenta a velocidade das estocadas, sabem que o filme já está passando então não se preocupam se alguém vai ouvir os barulhos molhados ecoando do banheiro feminino, mas no fundo você até queria que alguém aparecesse ali e vissem vocês dois naquela situação. Não demora muito, você começa a tremer, se debruça mais ainda naquela pia buscando o próprio ápice, fecha os olhos novamente mas logo é impedida. Enzo puxa o seu cabelo, te fazendo encostar no peitoral dele. – Já esqueceu o que eu te disse nena? Fique de olhos abertos, putinha. Você já começa a se contorcer, o melhor ápice da sua vida chega e ele descarrega tudo em você também. – No no no, déjalo como está. – Ele se refere ao líquido escorrendo pela sua perna, ainda bem que o vestido longo vai esconder essa bagunça.
Você escuta alguém chamando o seu nome do lado de fora, era sua gerente, ela pergunta o quê aconteceu para você ficar tanto tempo no banheiro, inventa uma desculpa, "estava vomitando, acho que comi algo ruim antes de vir para cá." ou algo do tipo. Mas você sai dali, trocando os pés por causa do orgasmo recente, sabendo que Enzo Vogrincic ainda estava escondido naquele banheiro. Você ri, no final das contas, alguém realmente quase pegou vocês "se beijando" no banheiro.
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⌜ 𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐒: Childhood friends to lovers(?), diferença de idade legal, sexo sem proteção, perda de virgindade da leitora, dirty talk, dumbification, elogios, breast/nipple play, masturbação fem, creampie. ˚ ☽ ˚.⋆ ⌝
꒰ 𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑨𝑺 𝑫𝑨 𝑨𝑼𝑻𝑶𝑹𝑨 ꒱ ouvindo Sade pra escrever isso, estoy loco la la la la la~
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𓍢ִ໋🀦 A PRIMEIRA E ÚLTIMA VEZ EM QUE ESTEVE EM MONTEVIDÉU VOCÊ TINHA QUATORZE ANOS ─────
A sua tia se apaixonou ardentemente por um uruguaio e se mudou pra capital sul-americana em menos de nove meses de relacionamento. A ousadia feminina não agradou em nada a família, porém a sua mãe não iria deixar a própria irmã sozinha no dia mais importante para aquela união repentina. Então, você viaja para passar três semanas no exterior até o casamento.
Naquela época, você ainda não sabia falar espanhol, e o pouco que sabia, uma palavra ou outra, saía com o sotaque proeminente. Foi difícil não só se comunicar, mas também fazer os ‘amigos’ que a sua mãe dizia para fazer. Na rua de bairro tranquilo, haviam outras meninas da sua idade, mais novas e mais velhas também. Só que nenhuma interação com elas, por mais mímica usada, pôde ser mais marcante na sua memória afetiva do que o rapaz que morava duas casas depois da sua tia.
Até hoje, você se lembra bem. Ele era engraçado, com certeza, porque fazia todas as crianças da rua rirem. Mais velho, calouro da faculdade, e tinha uma namorada bonita. Participava do grupo de teatro local, estreou uma das peças que você implorou pra alguém te levar e teve a melhor noite da sua vida embora só tenha entendido vinte por cento do enredo. Quando os atores começaram a interagir com o público, seu coração disparou feito a adolescente emocionada que você era. Ele pareceu te identificar na plateia, entre as outras pessoas que ganharam a rosa vermelha, você foi uma delas.
E, ah, ele era tão lindo... Você jurava que jamais tinha visto alguém tão atraente assim — nem mesmo os ídolos nos pôsteres do seu quarto. Era uma pena que não conseguiam se comunicar propriamente, porque o encheria de perguntas. Só te restava suspirar, o olhando da janela descer a rua toda tarde para os ensaios. Com a frequência, a sua presença se tornou notável. Ele acenava de volta, ¡hola, nena!, saudando, todo educado, e você jurando mentalmente que iria crescer e se casar com um uruguaio também.
Hoje, o seu espanhol melhorou. Pode manter uma conversa, se aventurar em tópicos complexos, apesar de, às vezes, não compreender termos específicos feito gírias locais. Não por influência dele, quer dizer, talvez. Cresceu, sim, conheceu outros garotos. Deu seu primeiro beijo, mas não se rendeu a dividir a cama com nenhum deles. E ao se recordar de um certo nome preso à memória, a nostalgia te domina.
A sua tia te manda fotos, é só assim que você o revê. Não pede pelo contato dele, talvez por medo demais de se achar fora de cogitação. Mas fica sendo atualizada a cada nova informação que a sua tia descobre. Sabe que ele terminou o namoro, que se mudou a trabalho pra Buenos Aires, e por aí vai. É meio grata pela animação da sua tia, dá pra sentir que ela acha que vocês deveriam ser um casal, por mais que você insista dizendo ele nem deve lembrar de mim!
Você, porém, nunca se esqueceu de verdade dele, né? O nome ainda te assombra. Enzo. Vogrincic. Enzo Vogrincic. Em algumas noites de vinho e ilusões na solitude do seu apartamento universitário, se pega imaginando a possibilidade de namorá-lo mesmo. Mas depois se chama de louca, fanfiqueira, porque já faz dez anos e ele literalmente é de outro país.
De acordo com a sua tia, entretanto, você deveria tentar. Não há nada a perder. Segundo ela, Enzo vai voltar pra Montevidéu no fim do ano, para ver os pais, e você deveria fazer uma visitinha pra sua titia querida também.
Você pensa, pensa. Ri, enquanto pensa. E, no fim, comete essa loucura. Afinal, mesmo que não consiga nada com ele, ainda vai curtir as férias depois de um ano estressante, e rever um parente que gosta tanto.
A sua primeira noite na capital uruguaia é marcada por sussurros e planos mirabolantes. A sua tia está tão animada que traça todo um esquema para juntar vocês dois, te faz sentir a personagem principal de um filme de comédia romântica. No dia seguinte, ela o convida para tomar café, com a desculpa de que queria entregar um pouco de bolo para a mãe dele, e a sua função era dar uma voltinha na rua e voltar bem na hora de abrir a porta da sala e dar de cara com o amor da sua vida, para se apaixonarem à primeira vista e blá blá blá.
A ideia te faz rir. Com as mãos na maçaneta, o riso vai perdendo a força quando o coração começa a bater mais forte, um frio na barriga te faz duvidar se vai conseguir se manter de pé sobre as sandálias douradas. Nossa, por que está tão nervosa?
— Enzo — a sua tia se levanta da cadeira ao te ver adentrar a casa —, você lembra da minha sobrinha? Olha como tá linda!
Quando o seu olhar fisga o dele, meu Deus, parece que vai desmaiar ali mesmo.
— Eu lembro, sim. — Ergue a mão para te cumprimentar, sorrindo. Você nem liga se ele tá dizendo isso só pra ser educado, levanta a mão pra cumprimentá-lo de volta, sentir o toque no seu. Ele aperta os olhos. — Era você que ficava na janela, não é?
Ai, Jesus, que vergonha...
— Era — você confirma, com um sorriso sem graça.
Não quer voltar a ser aquela mesma adolescente emocionada, mas o rapaz continua tão lindo. Rapaz não, homem.
Visualmente, o rosto de feições marcantes está mais maduro, o que já era de se esperar de alguém que está estreando a casa dos trinta. Os cabelos estão maiores, o suficiente para sobrar atrás das orelhas e na nuca. Maior. Tipo, com as costas mais largas, sabe? Diferente do corpo magrelo daquela época. E o perfume... Amadeirado, mas sem incomodar o nariz. Másculo, só que suave. Dá vontade de caminhar onde ele caminha só pra seguir o rastro da fragrância por onde passar.
Depois desse contato inicial, as férias de comédia romântica ganha mais peso. À tarde, está sentada na janela, um dos pés para fora, totalmente desleixada por causa do calor, finalmente provando o sabor de um mate, quando o eco de uma voz masculina te rouba a atenção.
— ¡Hola, nena!
Quase cai da janela, com o peito disparado. Não precisa nem olhar pra saber quem é. O tom, a frase específica, as circunstâncias... tudo te aponta pra ele.
Enzo está descendo a rua, acompanhado do pai. Faz um desvio do caminho ao se aproximar da casa da sua tia, rapidinho para te cumprimentar de perto. E você se apruma melhor, puxa as barras do short curto.
— Eu ‘tava pensando... — ele diz, apoiando a mão no batente — ...você acabou de chegar, né? Ainda não deve ter tido tempo de sair pra conhecer a cidade direito, e naquela época você era pequena demais... — A voz diminui, como se pisasse em ovos antes de ter coragem pra oferecer: ‘posso te levar pra sair.’
Quer sair comigo? Na sua cabeça, a resposta é óbvia, não teria nem que pensar duas vezes. Aceita, claro. É convidada pra conhecer um bar local — e esse, sozinho, já é o primeiro indício de que a proprosta nunca teve intuito turístico, feito chegou a temer.
Você se atrasa de tão ansiosa. Quando ele chega na casa da sua tia pra te pegar, você ainda está terminando de se arrumar. Não se maquia muito porque não teve tempo, sobe o vestido no corpo o mais rápido possível, mas bufa ao perceber que o laço que tenta dar pelas costas só fica frouxo. Abre uma frestinha da porta do quarto pra clamar pela ajuda da sua tia, porém ela já meteu o pé pra deixá-los sozinhos.
— Vem cá, eu te ajudo — Enzo oferece.
Você caminha em passos curtos, retraída. Está segurando a parte frontal do vestido com as mãos estacionadas nos seios, cabisbaixa. E ele sorri, contido. Pega as amarras e obedece quando você pede pode prender forte.
— É um vestido bonito — te elogia, num sussurro. É possível sentir de leve o ar soprando na sua nuca, conforme as palavras escapam, porque ele está pertinho. Ao roçar dos dedos pela sua pele, mesmo sem querer, já é um motivo pra suspirar. — Estás muy linda.
A sequência de elogios te faz sorrir igual uma boba. Na verdade, durante todo o... pode falar ‘encontro’ já? Pois é, durante todo o encontro, tudo que ele diz te provoca uma reação parecida. Conversam e bebem a noite toda. Até se arriscam entre os casais dançando lento, quando a banda toca uma canção romântica.
Enzo está um pouquinho diferente do que você se lembrava, o que não negativo. A energia extrovertida e brincalhona parece ter dado lugar para uma aura mais tranquila, introspectiva. Estupidamente charmoso, igual um galã de cinema.
Você sonha com ele naquela noite. Com os olhos castanhos, o maxilar definido. Tão real que acorda com a sensação dos fios dos cabelos dele entre os seus dedos. E o corpo quente, o interior das coxas sentido como se tivesse trancado as pernas ao redor da cintura dele. Ugh, afunda a cabeça no travesseiro, excitada com o sonho erótico e frustrada por não ter vivido aquilo de verdade.
Não só a sua tia, com o passar dos dias, parece que se forma um complô para unir vocês dois. A mãe dele te convida para o almoço, te enche de atenção, de perguntas sobre o futuro e família — aquela coisa de mãe e sogra. Propositalmente te deixa sozinha com o filho, arrastando o marido pra feira.
Cada segundo ao lado dele é um teste pra sanidade mental. Por mais que te digam que deu certo, ele está a fim de ti, ainda se pergunta será que ele me quer mesmo? Não importa se ele sorri pra você com os olhos brilhando, os lábios esticando em câmera lenta. Se te elogia dos pés à inteligência, se pega na sua mão e deixa um beijinho nas costas para se despedir. Se te dá a própria jaqueta pra te proteger da chuva, quando o encontro de vocês é arruinado pela tempestade surpresa, ainda parece surreal.
— Ai, minha blusa novinha... — Você entra correndo pela casa vazia da sua tia. Atravessa o corredor pra ir direto no quarto em que está dormindo, para medir o estrago.
Enzo vem atrás, rindo. Está bem mais molhado que ti, a camisa de algodão cola no torso, marca os músculos. Para no batente da sua porta, te observando parada na frente do espelho com cara de choro.
— Vem cá, eu te ajudo. — Se aproxima, oferecendo, ao te notar tentando puxar o zíper traseiro.
A sensação de déjà vu te pega desprevenida. Quanto mais o tórax respira com o afrouxar do aperto, mais seu coração dispara. Consegue ver os olhos dele focados no que está fazendo, o reflexo da figura masculina no espelho largo da parede. E quando o olhar flagra o seu, o sorriso na face dele é pra avisar que terminou.
Você segura a peça no corpo pelas mãos no bojo, agradece baixinho. ‘Tem que tirar a sua também’, e diz, ‘ou vai te fazer mal.’
— É. — Ele segura na barra da camisa, chega a puxar um pouquinho, mostrando até a altura do umbigo, só que caminha na direção da porta. — Mas é melhor eu tirar ali... Ali no corredor.
Sei lá, é diferente. Aqui, quer dizer. Agora. A sua mente constrói a imagem dele tirando a camisa assim que o vê deixando o cômodo. E apenas isso já é capaz de te fazer esquecer do friozinho que a chuva gelada causou. De repente, se lembra de sonhar com ele e a sensação desesperadora de acordar sozinha. Do desejo vívido. Do ébrio fantasioso.
Ele está tão pertinho — ali no corredor. A porta permanece aberta. Silêncio. O barulho da chuva é abafado, nem o trovão cortando o céu chama a atenção. Sabe o que ele deve estar pensando. Tem que ser a mesma coisa que você está pensando.
Enzo, o chama. O uruguaio apoia o ombro no batente da porta, como você temia, desnudo da cintura pra cima, a camisa pesada somente enfeitando nas mãos. Olha pra ti.
Ele está pensando o que você está pensando.
O seu top cai no chão quase ao mesmo tempo que a camisa dele, quando os passos na direção um do outro, as mãos buscando pelo corpo alheio são esticadas no ar. Enzo te envolve a cintura, te traz para próximo, o suficiente para a pontinha do seu nariz encostar na dele antes dos lábios.
Você arfa, os seios prensados contra o peitoral úmido, quente. A outra mão dele vai pra sua nuca, pressiona os fios do seu cabelo nas palmas, firme. Quando desce, se junta a que vem subindo pela sua silhueta, para encaixarem ambas por baixo da sua orelha, com os polegares acariciando a sua bochecha.
Os lábios se afastam dos seus devagarzinho, estalando no último selar. Enzo demora a abrir os olhos, enfeitiçado.
— ¿Es eso lo que quieres? — sussurra, separando as pálpebras para te encarar.
Você segura no antebraço dele, a boca entreaberta, ofegante. As palavras parecem fugir da sua mente. Quer dizer que sim, que tem certeza, mas nem sabe como falar, transmitir segurança. Daí, lembra de um detalhe.
— Eu nunca fiz isso.
Ele não retrai. Nem por um segundo te passa a ideia de que se incomoda com a confissão. Pelo contrário, acaricia as suas bochechas com os polegares mais uma vez, umedecendo os lábios pra perguntar e quer que seja eu?
Você faz que sim, capturada pelo olhar alheio. Aquele brilhosinho nas íris, o castanho parecendo uma imensidão galática. O vê se afastando só pra trancar a porta do quarto, e enquanto ele caminha de volta, porra, seus dedos até formigam.
É guiada pra cama, sustenta o peso do torso nos cotovelos sobre o colchão. Da sua boca, os beijos escorregam pelo seu queixo, pelo pescoço. Vai descendo e descendo, ao ponto de beijar no vale dos seus seios. Pela primeira vez — e essa noite vai ser cheia de primeiras vezes —, sente o toque alucinante que uma língua pode causar na região. A saliva deixa um rastro molhadinho que refresca a pele, mas o calor da língua é superior. E quando a pressão ao redor dos lábios suga a carne... Ah, você vê estrelas.
O biquinho duro é maltratado. Deliciosamente arde. A palma da mão grande toma uma das mamas, retém, com uma firmeza bruta. Você comprime os lábios, quer calar a todo custo qualquer som. E Enzo nota, claro.
— Ei — levanta o olhar, o polegar indo na direção do seu rosto para pousar sobre a sua boca —, não precisa ficar quietinha... não tem ninguém em casa.
Deixa um selinho nos seus lábios e retorna a explorar abaixo. Além do busto, arrastando a boca pelo seu abdômen, pelo ventre. Puxa o cós da sua saia jeans, carrega a peça íntima junto, te revelando toda para os olhos.
Ele tem jeito para abrir as suas pernas. Sem forçar, lento, sem precisar pedir porque sabe que já tem permissão, porém quase com respeito, apreciação. Chupa o próprio polegar antes de pressioná-lo por cima do seu clitóris. Ajoelhado no chão, a outra mão segurando na sua coxa.
— Diz pra mim — murmura, levando a atenção do seu sexo inchadinho pro seu rosto. — Se toca, não? Hm?
— Sim — a sua voz ecoa baixinha, com vergonha de admitir algo tão íntimo para ele em voz alta.
A mão dele espalma no seu ventre, parece tão farta em comparação com a região. E já colocou algo aqui?
— Só meus dedos — você responde. O quadril descola do colchão, remexe no ar; uma outra resposta sua, só que à atenção que recebe entre as pernas.
— É? — reitera, o tom manso. Corre a mão pra cá e pra lá, num carícia gostosa sobre o seu ventre. — Tudo bem. Acho que vai ser um pouco diferente dos seus dedinhos, mas... — Encosta a cabeça na sua perna dobrada, sorrindo — ...vou fazer com carinho, okay?
Só que você precisa me dizer se estiver bom, vem por cima. Escora as mãos aos lados da sua cabeça, os fios de cabelo espessos recaem frente ao rosto. A correntinha de ouro fininha resvala no seu queixo, fria.
— Vai me dizer, não vai? — te pergunta. Afaga a sua bochecha, afetuoso. — Vai me deixar te ouvir. Vai ser boazinha pra mim, não vai, nena?
Você sente a face esquentando, não aguenta manter o contato visual, por isso vira a cabeça. O homem ri, soprado, admirando a sua reação. Tem plena consciência do domínio que possui em ti, aparenta estar brincando com todo o seu tesão por ele, porque não é possível...
Se coloca de pé novamente. O som metálico te chama a atenção, movendo o olhar parar o desafivelar do cinto, o corpo masculino sendo despido da cintura pra baixo. Não quer ficar olhando, feito uma pervertida, mas não consegue conter o sorrisinho, o frio na barriga. O vê duro, babadinho de vontade também, tomando a si próprio na palma da mão com a certeza de alguém que sabe o que está fazendo.
Apoia o joelho na beirada da cama, puxa o seu quadril para mais perto. Pega uma das suas pernas, elevando até que possa descansar a sua panturrilha no ombro dele. A abertura te expõe de uma maneira promíscua, de um jeito que nunca se pôs nem para si mesma.
Ele se encaixa em ti, a sensação da cabecinha deslizando de um lado pro outro pela umidade do seu corpo é instigante. De leve, escuta o barulhinho úmido, é como um orgasmo pros seus ouvidos.
Ganha um beijinho no joelho, uma mordidinha pra te fazer rir. Aquele sorriso pequeno enfeitando o rosto do homem como se quisesse te tranquilizar de algo antes de se empurrar pra dentro de ti.
Argh, você arqueja, se encolhendo todinha conforme ele adentra. É diferente dos seus dedos, da completude com a qual se acostumou. Quente, pulsante, toma conta de tudo de uma forma avassaladora capaz de te tirar o fôlego.
E quanto mais ele se debruça por cima de ti pra te abraçar, mais você se apega a ele. As unhas cravando nas costas do homem, os lábios separados num grito silencioso.
— Eu sei, meu amor, eu sei... — sussurra, a voz serena como se nem estivesse acabando contigo. — Tudo bem... — Toca no seu queixo, te fazendo mirá-lo. Os olhos castanhos parecem tão doces agora, feito mel, refletindo ternura. A expressão facial rendida praticamente igual a sua, e você fica sem saber se ele está sendo mesmo complacente ou se está caçoando do seu estado. — No te preocupes, tudo bem... — Pega na sua outra perna, guiando até que se envolva na cintura dele. Te emaranha ao corpo dele o ideal para que possa ir mais fundo, e mais fundo. Quando a falsa estabilidade te faz acreditar que não há mais nada a ser conquistado, é tomada um pouquinho mais.
O canalzinho arde de leve, os músculos magoadinhos por serem esticados de uma maneira nova. A ponta do nariz grande encontra com a sua, roça, com afeto. Ele sorri. Ri, na verdade. Porra, está rindo de você... Da sua fragilidade, do seu corpo derretido e teso ao mesmo tempo. Dos seus olhinhos cheios, como se uma lagrimazinha fosse escorrer a qualquer instante, mas o interior se contraindo deliciosamente, o próprio quadril tentando se mover por baixo do dele, buscando por mais prazer.
E assim que ele te oferece o que almeja — recuando e preenchendo tudo de novo —, você geme feito uma putinha, perdeu total a timidez que sentia até então. Aperta as pálpebras e se permite absorver o sentimento caloroso, a lentidão com que vem e vai do seu interior.
Enzo não te prenda metades, pode sair quase a ponto de escorregar pra fora, mas retorna até o talo. Vem preguiçoso mesmo, pra dar apreço, cultuar. Beija pelo seu pescoço, morde a pele, porém parece firmar a selvageria ao sentir as suas unhas arranhando-o na lombar. Daí, a mão grande envolve a sua garganta, fica ali, soberana, pesada, enquanto ele te deflora, ganha mais ritmo. Respirando com dificuldade contra o seu rosto, praticamente te obrigando a retribuir todo o contato visual. Não quer perder um segundo sequer das suas expressões de deleite, dos gemidos que escapam pelos lábios inchadinhos de beijos intensos. E quer que você presencie o regozijo na face dele, os sorrisos ladinos, canalha, de têmporas suadinhas.
O som da cabeceira na parede do quarto sobressai o choque do seu corpo no dele e da sua voz docinha lamuriando ao pé do ouvido alheio. Por um segundo, até se esquece que está no cômodo vago da casa da sua tia, cujas vizinhas são velhas uruguaias que ficam o dia inteiro em casa e, às vezes, aparecem pra jogar conversa fora. Se esquece, também, que a sua tia saiu com o marido, mas, por causa da chuva, já deve estar arranjando uma forma de voltar pra casa. Aí, quando escuta o tom alto da voz dela ecoando na sala de estar, paralisa, preocupada.
— Enzo — chama por ele, de um jeitinho que mistura o susto com a decepção que a perca de velocidade gera.
— Shh — Cobre a sua boca. Desvia o olhar para a direção da porta, feito quisesse mesmo ter certeza que não estão mais sozinhos na casa. Ao constatar, então, te envolve e manuseia. Traz pro colo, não abandona o seu interior por nada, mas te acomoda sobre as coxas dele. Segura no cantinho do seu rosto. — Mira — começa, murmurando, te olhando nos olhos —, eu sei que pedi pra te ouvir, mas agora você vai precisar ficar quietinha. E se rebolar lentinho no meu colo, a gente não vai precisar parar.
A sua mente viaja, atônita. Não foca bem no que ele diz, porque junta a adrenalina que o medo de ser pega solta no seu sangue com a manha que seu corpo libera uma vez que não o sente mais te fodendo como antes, apenas a sensação angustiante dele pulsando dentro de ti.
— Ei. — Estala os dedos na sua frente, pra capturar a atenção. Você pisca, perdidinha, e ele sorri. — Não fica assim toda bobinha, me dá muito tesão... — Tem que desviar os olhos de novo para manter o autocontrole. Suspira. — Você quer continuar, não quer? Hm? — Te assiste fazer que sim. — E eu não quero ir embora antes de te encher aqui todinha. — A mão grande espalma no seu ventre, ardente. — Então, tem que me prometer... Vai ser boazinha pra mim, não vai, mi nena?
E você não pensa duas vezes. É o carinho com as palavras, a pergunta lasciva acompanhada da possessividade dos termos, o apelidinho doce. A sua tia não sabe que ele está no quarto contigo, e ela não precisa saber. Além do mais, a chuva ainda cai forte lá fora, com certeza vai abafar qualquer mísero barulho que pudesse ecoar pelas paredes.
É com isso em mente que você move os quadris. Apoia as mãos nos ombros largos, se empenha em manter-se por cima das coxas masculinas, embora não tenha jeito nenhum pra se equilibrar nessa posição. Mas Enzo tem toda a paciência do mundo, né? É arriscado afirmar que ele ama poder te guiar, ter o controle dos seus movimentos quando segura na sua cintura com uma mão só, porque a outra pega no seu pescoço, e sussurra um assim que faz, te instruindo a subir e descer em cima dele.
E você jura, se ele quiser te ensinar mais qualquer coisa, vai aprender de bom grado, reproduzir igualzinho as orientações. Que bom saber que vocês ainda têm dias suficientes pra várias lições. Só que, até lá, você não descansa enquanto não o sente te inundando por dentro, morninho, pingando quando escorrega pra fora. Muito menos se priva de estremecer nos braços dele, de apertá-lo para descontar o prazer e ganhar mordidinhas nos ombros.
Ele acaba dormindo no seu quarto, escondido. Ficam sem graça de abrir a porta depois que a chuva passa pra que a sua tia e o marido dela possam descobrir que você estava transando com o filho da vizinha. Todo mundo queria que vocês começassem a namorar, algo fofinho, não que ele te levasse pra cama — ou tirasse a sua virgindade.
No outro dia, você espera a casa ficar vazia pra guiá-lo até a porta. As roupas dele já não estão mais tão molhadas, porém ainda com o aspecto amarrotado. Dá um beijinho na bochecha do homem, ambos trocando sorrisos, aquela plena harmonia de almas. Demoram a perceber a senhora no portão da casa ao lado.
Enzo pigarreia.
— Buenos días — cumprimenta, educado, porque você não consegue emitir um só sequer de tão paralisada. Se vira pra ti, tentando tranquilizar com um sorriso. — A gente se fala, okay? — Beija o topo da sua cabeça e sobe a rua, acenando.
Misericórdia, agora essa velha vai contar pra todo mundo que vocês dormiram juntos. Mais um escândalo envolvendo um uruguaio na sua família...
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CASINO LOVE AFFAIR — P.JS
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SYNOPSIS: Hunting supernatural beings is not your passion at all. But somehow, you were always inevitably tied to it. To make your grudge against it deeper, someone had to drag you along a bumpy ride. Who was it? The man that broke into your house in the middle of the night to convince you to join him to save his lost brother in Sin City, Vegas. Jay had one chance to save his brother, and another one chance to rekindle something that was lost between you and him. All in that one casino.
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PAIRINGS: supernatural hunter!jay x supernatural hunter afab!reader
GENRE: frenemies (with benefits) to lovers, supernatural au, inspired by tv series "supernatural", jay is based off "dean winchester", romance, angst, action
WARNING(S): profanities, drinking, mentions of death/murder, violence, suggestive content (no smut), slightly possessive jay, demons, possessions
WC: 11k
AUTHOR'S NOTE: specially dedicated to my supernatural enthusiasts, especially to my dean girlies (gn) who loves jay! rest assured, there's going to be hoon ver (based off sammy) <3 i hope you'll love this one as much as i enjoyed writing it, please leave feedbacks!!
masterlist | © jaylver 2023
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In this world, accidents and tragedies were recurring happenings, but what people didn't understand was the fact that neither were coincidences. You heard that right, it might sound insanely crazy, but the supernatural exists. 
There were two types of people on planet Earth. Ones that were blessed with obliviousness, unaware that the local murder case wasn't just a simple serial killer on the loose. Then, there's the ones that were rather cursed with the ability of hunting, knowing the real truths behind tragedies and solving said supernatural cases. They were known as hunters.
No, not the hunters that chase after deers with a gun, but rather chasing after demons, vampires and much more freaky stuff with more than just a single gun.
You were, unfortunately, part of the small percentage of hunters that were tasked to hunt supernatural beings and protect others. You never wanted this life, you despised it, the constant fear constantly followed. It was your father who dragged you into this, being a hunter himself, it was natural he had to train you to become one as well. 
You were an only child, so it was no surprise your father ended up dragging you along to hunts and let's say the amount of therapy wasn't enough to heal the traumas you've witnessed and experienced. Dread was the feeling you carried up until your 20s, tired of this life and craving the normal college life of an ordinary being, but then that was when everything changed. Your father was killed. 
You guessed it, freak accident with a vampire. Fantastic. Just to make things even more complicated, the infamous Park brothers turned up at your front door pretending to be police officers, doing their usual investigation, or rather identity fraud. What they didn't know was that you knew who they were, so they were eventually busted. You still accepted their help either way, finding the vampires and bringing your father to justice.
That all happened a few years ago, constantly staying in contact with the Park brothers while they travelled around hunting and you stayed home merrily, occasionally meeting if they were in town. Mostly, the best you could repay them was at least some help in information. You were glad to finally start afresh, getting a new job and shopping for new furniture. You thought this was it, time to settle down and put everything in the past.
But, you spoke too soon.
You were a light sleeper. From the years of your father's gruelling training, you learnt to listen for any weird noses during the night, and it surely did help. You could barely sleep, hearing odd creaks as your adrenaline increased, imagining the scenario where you had to reach for the iron knife under your bed. 
Creak. Creak. Creak.
The faint footstep got closer and louder, reaching your side of the bed, standing right beside you and stopped eventually. You sensed a figure, this wasn't good. Demon? Vampire? Your hand slowly travelled down to the spot of your knife, eyes shut tight and heart beating crazily. In the count of three, strike.
One … two … three—
"Woah, woah, woah, easy there tiger,"
Your hand reacted first, thrusting the knife forward without your eyes open, but once the voice travelled into your ears and your mind turned, you opened your eyes in an instant.
This was worse than a demon. 
"Jay?"
One of the Park brothers happened to be standing in the middle of your bedroom. At three in the morning. Were you going to question how he got in? Maybe later.
"Y/N," he saluted back at you, a noticeable grin on his face despite the darkness, but you remained impassive, a wary look on your face and your hold on the knife didn't relax.
“Hold on,” you said, scrambling out of bed, scepticism clear in your voice, your stance unchanged as you held tight onto the knife. “Are you really Jay?”
Jay tilted his head, an eyebrow raised. "You're seriously doubting me? Right now?"
"Hey, I'm a hunter, you're a hunter, we both know this is basic caution,"
"Alright," he threw his hands up, giving in. "Quiz me,"
"Where's my birthmark?"
"You're seriously asking this—?"
"You've forgotten it?" You stared accusingly at him, the knife in your hand was dangerously close to him and he was clearly aware of that too. "You're the only person who knows this," you narrowed your gaze.
"It's been ages since the last time we fucked—"
"Can you not bring that up?"
"Fine. On your back," he answered, his eyes flickering between you and the knife. 
"Where?"
"That specific?" He whined, but once he saw you were, in fact, not kidding, he cleared his throat. "Lower back, on the right, almost at the side. It's a small birthmark that is shaped like a heart,"
You blinked. Thankful it wasn't some creature disguised as him, but also churning in slight rage that he was here. Look, you and Jay had … some interesting history. No bad blood was caused from it, but it had affected your ties with him, which explained why he was the lesser favourite brother to you. He was never going to know that though.
Just for old times sake and also not seeing him for months, you threw the knife onto the bed, engulfing him into a hug. "Gods, you're alive,"
He chuckled, his hand rubbing your back. "Of course I am. Doubting my skills now?"
"Jay, you literally died and came back before," you pulled away, staring pointedly at him.
"That was the past, this is the present," he waved it off, coughing awkwardly and you rolled your eyes. You switched on your table lamp, taking a small bottle from your bedside drawer and handing it to him.
"What's this? Complimentary water for guests?" 
"Holy water, if you count that as complimentary,"
"You're kidding. I passed your quiz,"
"I'm trying to be sure there's no hidden demon inside your body, okay?" You raised the small bottle to eye level. "Drink up,"
"Fine," Jay gritted, snatching the bottle from your hand, chugging half of it down. No demon, thankfully. "See?"
"Just wanted to confirm," you tossed the bottle back into the drawer, turning to face him with a quizzical stare. "Now, are you going to tell me why you've broken into my house in the middle of the night?"
"Breaking in? Pft," 
"Jay," you said flatly, a stern look gazing back at him. "What are you doing here?"
Jay clenched his jaw, seemingly rethinking his words in his mind, calculatingly picking the right ones to make sure you wouldn't explode. "I need help,"
"No,"
"What?" He was taken aback by your bluntness. "You always helped us,"
"Busting into my house at 3 AM doesn't sound like your usual need for my help. You want me to do something more hands-on, don't you?"
Jay was silent. You got him there.
"Jay, I am always here for help. You do know I literally commit illegal things just to dig up information for you two right? But that's the most I'll do and the least I can do for you, I swore I wouldn't go back into hunting,"
"But this one's important,"
"You have Sunghoon to help you anyway,"
"He's gone," 
The next few sentences you had in mind died in your throat. The other Park brother was missing? There was no way this happened. They were skilled hunters, what went wrong?
Jay cleared his throat, shoving his hands into his jean pockets, noticing your obvious shock. "Look, that's why I'm here. Hoon's gone, poof, missing. One second he was at the motel and the next when I got back, he's gone. I should've never left,"
"Any ideas what it could've been?"
"No," he shook his head, frustration laced in the way he had his eyebrows furrowed. 
"How are we supposed to find him? Jay, I'm no sorcerer or a crossroad demon that can summon him up. I could be as equally lost as you are,"
He ran his hands through his hair, heaving a deep and heavy sigh. "I don't know either. I'm fucked, okay? I don't have anyone else to find but you, and there's no one that knows Hoon as much as I do but you,"
"How do I know I can trust you this time?" You mindlessly let the words slip out, referring to the incident that caused the slight crack between you two, its effect remained even after.
"I told you I'm sorry already, Y/N," he said softly, catching on your innuendo at once. 
It was the last time you went on an actual hunt with the Park brothers when it happened. Crazy monsters and demon ladies were nothing too big for you three, but the moment a human was involved, the hunt became vulnerable. 
A part of you wanted to save the innocent man even though he was long gone and already affected by the creature, turning wild gradually. Being the rash and impulsive person Jay was, he demanded to kill the man at once, Sunghoon trying to calm him down while you fought back. 
It was a stupid argument, you were emotional and he was aggressive, Sunghoon trying to be neutral and diffusing the tension, but failed. In the end, a cure was found but Jay had already killed the man. Even though you were able to save the others, a part of you continued to seethe with anger.
'Too emotional' was what Jay called you. Storming away was the only thing you could muster in that moment, and it took a few days before he showed up at your front door apologising with a bouquet of flowers. Were you fully satisfied? Not really. Did things change? Definitely.
As for now, you pondered thoughtfully. Despite your valiant efforts of escaping the supernatural part of your past, you knew it was imminent it would come back, just not like this. Sunghoon was a nice guy, he and his brother helped you and your family before, and some part of you wanted to do the same. You swore you didn't want to hunt with the Park brothers after that incident, and it seemed that you had no choice but to eat your words. You were going to regret your decision, you know so.
"Okay," it came out more of a whisper, which made Jay lean in closer, an eyebrow raised.
"What?"
"Okay, fine, I'll go with you to find Sunghoon. Don't make me go back on my word," 
"Right, right," Jay said rather excitedly, his eyes beaming. "Gods, how did I manage to get the Y/N L/N to hunt with me? I am a lucky man,"
"Don't test your luck," you took the iron knife from your bed and pointed it at him, earning a sleazy eye roll from the latter.
"You still have your gears with you?" He glanced around your room, not a single weapon in sight, only messy heaps of clothes.
"Duh," your hand reached for the bottom of your pillow, pulling out another blade, made purely from iron, perfect for killing supernatural beings. "When are we leaving?"
"Best before day break,"
"So … roadtrip?"
"You bet."
Begrudgingly, you shoved some clothes into a small carry on, packing guns, knives, blades, salt. Yes, salt, sodium. It might seem weird but salt literally saves lives, literally. An insignificant kitchen ingredient held a significant role by protecting people from spirits attack. Rock salts were used as ammunition as well to ward spirits off for a short time. Insane, right?
Jay helped you fit your bags into the trunk of his Chevrolet Impala, one that he has been driving almost forever. Among your bags, there were a shit ton of weapons, quite messily scattered around, some stuck on the trunk door. It was certainly a rich collection. 
“Hop in, dollface. Be my guest,”
You rolled your eyes as Jay opened the car door for you. He was still the same old Jay. Promiscuous, teasing, haughty, but you supposed that was the charming point of him. You remembered the insides of the car as clear as day when you got in, almost felt like it was just yesterday when you were in it.
“Where to?” you turned to look over at Jay who had just slammed the car door shut, his hands on the wheel, a cheshire grin pulled at his lips.
“Vegas,” he flashed you a toothy smirk, but you could only mirror his expression with an unamused one. 
“Sin city? You’re kidding. Why on earth are we heading there—God, Jay, don’t tell me you developed some gambling addiction—”
“No! For fuck’s sake,” Jay pulled the car to start, the headlights brightened the dark street at once. Well, goodbye to your home, you hoped you would make it back alive. “It was where Hoonie and I had our last hunt, the place he went missing, and funny thing, the hunt is incomplete,”
“So, you’re telling me you drove all the way to my house from Vegas in the middle of an unfinished hunt just because Sunghoon’s gone,”
“‘Just because’? Y/N, it’s life or death!”
“I’m not saying this isn’t important!” you bite back, sleep deprivation wasn’t helping your increased agitation. “Didn’t this happen before? One of you goes missing and the other solves the case and finds each other? What’s so big this time?”
“This did happen,” Jay sighed, the bags under his eyes obvious despite the darkness surrounding you, the tuned down rock music played faintly on the radio. “I went lost, got captured by some psycho killer, whatever, but it was traceable, it always was, but this time … something’s different and it’s definitely not only a psycho killer, it’s something stronger, darker,” 
“Jolly. A demon,” you wondered aloud, Jay humming in agreement. “Mind telling me what hunt you and Sunghoon were on in Vegas before his disappearance?”
“Saw on the news about deaths in a casino, so Hoon and I decided to check it out, and guess what we found? Sulphur,” demons tend to leave sulphur around, finding sulphur basically indicated a demon’s presence, pretty basic information.
“A demon on massacre duties in a casino? I feel like this one is out for money, something to do with his greed and desire,” you speculated, unsurprised as these were common occurrences.
"Likely," Jay clicked his fingers, his eyebrows bunched together, a scheming look on his face. "Here's the thing, we were somewhat on the road to uncovering some truths, on who the real demon was, but that's when this happened, it's no coincidence that he probably took Hoonie,"
"Which means you still don't know who's the mastermind in that casino right now? Or where Sunghoon could possibly be?"
"No," he answered bitterly, his fingers strumming the steering wheel softly. "And I think the jackass jumps into different bodies working there each time, it's hard to trace,"
"Are we going around splashing holy water? How are we supposed to know whose body is being possessed?"
"We don't," he said plainly, and matter-of-factly, turning his face just enough for you to catch him winking at you. "But we do know he's a higher up, a man with a position, or maybe positions,"
"Guess it's our lucky day testing our fortune on catching demons and winning at casinos,"
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"Looks just like the movies," 
Upon entering the state of Nevada at nightfall, you were welcomed with the blistering nightlife of Las Vegas, the bright lights blinding your sights and you couldn't help but be fascinated.
"Where are we heading?"
"Towards the hotel the man was murdered in," Jay nodded at one of the big and tall hotels ahead. "There's a famous casino in that hotel, lots of people constantly betting, rich and powerful men are frequently present,"
"A perfect spot for a money hungry demon,"
"Bingo," 
Jay parked his beloved car and was rather sad leaving it behind in a shabby parking lot. You knew he loved his car, sometimes clingy and attached, but he loved it a little too much. 
Grabbing your bags and a seperate one full of weapons, you and Jay headed into the hotel and towards the reception, where a bright young woman named Carrie was smiling back at you both.
"You're not going to make me spray holy water at her, right?" You said quietly in hopes of the receptionist not hearing it.
"I'm not stopping you," Jay passed you an unamused half grin.
"Hello! How may I assist you?" Carrie greeted enthusiastically, but frankly, none of you could reciprocate the same energy.
"We'd like to book two rooms please," Jay slid the card towards Carrie, hoping to get this over with quickly.
"Just two?" She glanced between you and Jay, a question mark basically floating above her head. "We have a 'couples exclusive' promotion though,"
You and Jay shared a look, turning back to the receptionist. "Two, please,"
"There's free access to the facilities and the buffet," Carrie continued on. "Oh—uhm—there's a jacuzzi here too,"
Jay turned to you, you stared back, a knowing look passed between one another, releasing sighs of displeasure.
"We'll take it,"
It would be an understatement to just say the hotel was fancy, it was more than fancy. High ceilings, marble floors, chandeliers, everything was almost in gold. You were able to catch a slight glimpse of the casino as you passed, and indeed, it was packed with people. Boy, you were about to have a time trying to find out who's the real imposter.
"I definitely spotted some sulphur just now," Jay shook his head, his eyes scanning the floor, walls and surroundings. "I think this one has minions here,"
"Amazing," you clicked your tongue, impatiently stalking through the soundless corridor in search of your designated room. You were dying to dive into your hotel bed. 
"Do you think we have enough?" Jay eyed the bag of weapons as you two stood outside your room, but just before you could answer, a stranger appeared next to you two, holding a keycard to the room next to yours.
"Oh, I'm sure it's enough," the stranger, a middle aged lady, laughed.
You glanced at Jay, a cautionary sign was understood. "W–what do you mean?" Jay chuckled nervously.
"Condoms? That's what you meant, right?" The lady snickered, and you were absolutely dumbfounded. "Just keep it down kids, it's not entirely soundproof here and I need sleep. It's nice meeting you guys!"
The lady slammed the door behind her, leaving you and Jay standing there like statues, a little confusion and surprise in the air. 
"Condoms," you echoed, shuddering slightly.
Jay turned to look at you, a pensive look in his gaze, eyebrows raised slightly. "Do you … unless—?" 
"Zip it," you hoisted the bags, opened the door and stormed in while Jay remained standing there, a defensive look replacing his previous one.
"Hey, I didn't even say it," he shouted from the outside, taking his bags from the floor.
"I know what you're trying to say, thank you! Now get your ass in here before I shut you out,"
"Yes, ma'am," Jay scrambled in and shut the door close, soon noticing your figure looming over the bed and was curious. "What's up?"
"There's only one bed," you glanced down at the king size bed, a heart formed from rose petals decorated it and you found it highly ridiculous. "And they made it romantic, how sweet,"
"You're kidding me," Jay ran his hand across his tired face, a weary sigh leaving his lips. "I'll take the couch,"
You stopped him there. "Dude, you're going to be hunting demons, I'm not letting you get backaches from a lousy couch,"
"There's no way you're sleeping on it either,"
You bit your lips, maybe sleeping on the same bed for a few nights wouldn't hurt, right? It certainly wasn't your first time with Jay anyway, but business was business, and this was far from being professional.
"Let's just share the same bed," 
Jay stared doubtfully at you, as if he couldn't believe those words had come out of your mouth. "You're up for that?"
"Do you think we have any other choices?" You crossed your arms, mirroring his pointed gaze.
"Touche," he nodded thoughtfully, dropping his bags to a corner. "Just don't kick me in my sleep,"
"I'll be happy to kick you now instead."
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"Stop staring!"
Despite being tired and worn out, you and Jay dragged yourselves out from the room in hopes of some food and checked out the hotel and casino. 
The inside of the casino was bright and painted in gold, red themed colours. It was extremely busy and crowded, many were yelling in surprise and joy, while there were those in despair over losing. Jay, on the other hand, was too busy staring at by-passing girls to focus on the real purpose.
"What?" He hissed defensively, winking at another server and you rolled your eyes at his never changing behaviour.
"You can enjoy whatever you want after everything, okay? Not to be a killjoy but there's a demon here that took your brother,"
"Hey! I'm aware,"
"Sure," you mumbled sarcastically, looking around the table and observing people's faces, but you knew none of these normal citizens were possessed.
"Do you think we can meet the host or manager tonight?" Jay made sure to whisper that quietly, glancing around warily.
"You think one of them would be possessed?"
"The chances are high. Hoon and I went over to the dead man's house the other day, the wife told us he was close to the host, something by the name Sam? Sam Clerk?"
"Looking for me?"
You've never turned around so quick, your hand instinctively reached into your pocket for the small bottle of holy water, but Jay's hand stopped you discreetly, giving you one of his 'I got this' look.
"You're Sam Clerk?" Jay laughed awkwardly, playing it cool and casual.
The man before you was tall and seemingly in his mid 30s, his smile was wide and welcomingly, but there was a malevolent energy emitted from him. "Why yes, that's me. And you two are …?"
"I'm … Jack Williams," 
Sam glanced at you expectantly, and if you could dig yourself a grave then from the embarrassment, hoy would've. You cleared your throat, "I'm Stacy … Williams, he's my husband,"
You felt Jay's gaze on you, burning into your skin, but you ignored him and looped your arm around his. 
"Oh!" Sam clapped in surprise, a pleasant smile spread across his face. "You two must be new here, right? I've never seen you before,"
"Right, we are," Jay patted your hand, plastering on his most convincing smile. "That was why we wanted to find you! We heard how great of a host you were and wanted an introduction,"
"I'm pleased, but I'm a little busy tonight, so I can't assist you unfortunately," a flash of change in his eyes was barely noticeable, but you caught onto it. "But there's a charity ball we're holding in two days, I would love to invite you both to attend,"
"We'd love to," you said almost immediately.
Sam chuckled, nodding in satisfaction. "Great. I'll see you … then."
Without another word, he left in a dash, moving almost like a shadow. You unknowingly let out a shaky breath, feeling goosebumps rise. "His energy was so off,"
"I know," Jay was thinking hard, his mind working extra hours. "So, it's him … but there's definitely another one which we don't know, there's no way this would be so easy, and we also need to know where Hoon is,"
"I think I have an idea," you held onto his forearm, pulling him on and continued your walk around the casino. "I did some digging on the history behind this hotel and the casino, and it goes way back,"
"How long?"
"Centuries. It was built on a cursed ground, but they didn't care, and guess what? There were deaths here over those years too, unexplained ones. Weird, huh? But that's not the point. There's some hidden underground chamber somewhere here, built by someone from the olden days, and it's said to harbour bad energy,"
"Attracts demons,"
"Perfect hideout,"
"But why Hoon?" Jay scratched his head, eyebrows furrowed and increasingly frustrated.
"I mean, you guys were hunting the demons and they caught on. Plus, timing was bad, you happened to be out,"
"True," Jay sighed. "We should ask that Sam guy more stuff during that charity ball, and we should start doing some digging tomorrow,"
"I'll use my flirting skills and wiggle information off him," you grinned, nudging his side teasingly.
"You should use it on me instead," he grumbled noisily.
"No chance," you smiled sarcastically at him, pulling him towards the bar. "Let's just enjoy tonight and drink a little, I definitely need some before diving into … everything,"
"Get ready to drink until you fall, L/N,"
"Challenge accepted, Park."
The night faded into a blur, you and Jay somehow wandered off without one another, but stayed within the vicinity. You were drinking alone at the bar, the alcohol seemed like water to you, your tolerance coming strong. 
Jay was off at the side, leaning against the wall as he openly flirts with a random blonde girl. Laughing suavely, a glass of whiskey in one hand and his charming looks sweeping the blonde off her feet. 
You shouldn't be feeling this way, but you would be lying if you said you were indifferent to him and the girl. It was no surprise you and him had history, even on the intimate level, but to have feelings for him? That was something new you slowly came about to realise.
Onto your new glass of gin, Jay slid into the empty seat next to you, looking far from drunk. You forgot Jay had an alcohol tolerance that challenged yours, making him an interesting drinking partner to have on most nights. 
"What happened to the girl?" 
"What girl?" He craned his neck to stare off at the distance before turning back to look at you, his face inching closer to yours. "Blondie? Nah," he shook his head, a playful grin appearing on his handsome face. "Can't believe I'm saying this but are you perhaps … jealous?"
"Me? Jealous? Don't be ridiculous," you pushed his face away, eliciting a humorous laugh from him. 
"I think you are," Jay said in a sing-song tone under his breath. "Rest assure, sweetheart, I never fucked anyone else ever since our last night together," he winked, taking his jacket hanging from the chair and offered you his hand, which you grudgingly accepted.
"Are you sure you're not lying to me? Park Jong Seong, the man who hunts demons and loves to fuck around hasn't been bringing girls back?" 
"Don't doubt me or my feelings here," he feigned a crying face dramatically to which you pulled a face at. “You’re seriously underestimating my feelings for you,” he said, a little seriously this time, raising his eyebrows at you before letting your hands go and leading the way back to the room, making sure to turn around to check up on you from time to time. 
You were tired by the time you’ve reached your room, changing out of your outfit into a much more comfortable one while Jay did the same in another room. You would be lying if you said you weren’t nervous, it wasn’t an everyday occurrence that you slept next to a man, even if he was one you’ve shared a bed with once.
“Goodnight, Y/N,” Jay yawned as he got under the sheets, you followed suit, shifting around for a better position. Your’s and Jay’s back faced each other, a distance obvious between you two.
“Night, Jay,” you switched the lights off, the room was dark, but you were wide awake. The unfamiliar bed had you tossing and turning, but also making an effort not to bump into Jay while doing so. 
“We haven’t done this in a while,” Jay suddenly spoke into the darkness after barely ten minutes. 
You bit back a smile, wrapping your hands tighter around yourself. “Yeah, we haven’t,”
"If I have to be honest, I miss it," you couldn't see Jay's face, only picturing it as he continued on. "I miss waking up next to you,"
"Jay …" you trailed off, heart squeezing slightly. "You know we can't,"
"I know," he repeated, a beat passed. "But what if we can?"
"You said it was too dangerous, you didn't want it,"
"I didn't say I didn't want it," he was quick to retaliate. "I want it, you know I do, but this job, this life, your life, I'll be a walking supernatural attractor,"
A short moment of silence filled the space between you and him, you let out a sigh. "Whatever it is, I'm willing to drop it for you, whether it was years ago or now, I don't think my feelings have changed. But that’s for you to accept anyway,"
Jay didn’t say anything more, your tiredness eventually brought you to sleep, unaware that he was still wide awake, turning around to glance at the back of your head, head filled with thoughts of you. Jay knew that being a hunter was a dangerous job, which meant romantic relationships and commitment were two hard things to tackle, even harder than killing supernatural things. But you were different to him. A one night together somehow turned his stone heart soft. The Park Jong Seong was truthfully in love with you. You were the angel to the devil in his heart. What’s stopping him was everything around his life, his cold demeanour, his fears.
The night melted into snores and wild dreams, the sun was soon peeking out of the horizons and sunlight streamed into your room. You were awoken by your alarm blaring by the bedside, slamming it off and trying stretching your limbs, but as you said, you tried.
Jay's arm was wrapped around your waist tightly, his body pressed against your side as its weight leaned against yours. You haven't been this intimate with him for months, and it certainly sparked something in you.
"God, Jay, wake up," you tapped his arm, trying to yank it off you, but he only retaliated by hugging your body tighter and tugging you closer to him.
"5 minutes," was all he could mumble before continuing his snores.
You scoffed, giving in with no choice. Since Jay indirectly wanted a lazy morning in, you decided it was best to call room service instead. 
"Good morning, can I order some room service?" It was an awkward position with the phone against your ear, menu in your hands and a grown man's arm draped across your abdomen.
The women on the other line coughed uncomfortably. "Good morning, miss, but room service is currently unavailable. Something happened overnight …" she drifted off and your face scrunched into an expression of confusion.
"What … happened?"
"I don't know if I should be saying this—"
"I won't complain, I swear, I just want to know," you tried to be as convincing as you could, and somehow the women complied.
"A murder happened, in the casino, again," she breathed out, a pinch of disbelief in her tone. "I think it's cursed,"
Oh, you don't say.
"Is there anyone who's hurt?"
"Other than the murdered rich tycoon, no,"
Rich tycoon, as expected.
"Got it. Be safe,"
"You too."
You placed down the phone, shaking the man beside you who only let out gruff huffs of annoyance. "Hm?" 
"Don't 'hm' me, get your ass up. We've got trouble."
Dragging a five foot ten grown man out of the bed was definitely a struggle, but in the end, it worked. After spilling the information you got earlier, he seemed content with just a cup of coffee and stormed towards the crime scene at once.
As expected, the police had surrounded the area and curious bystanders were peeking in from left and right. You and Jay slipped into the crowd, making sure to scan the area as much as you could, and as expected, traces of sulphur. 
"Another one bites the dust, huh?" Jay hummed as you two roamed around the hotel aimlessly, unable to do much more but laying low since police officers were still around.
"Have you ever thought about there being more than one demon here?"
"Yeah, that guy we met with his demon minions, duh—"
"Forget about the minions, let's think about the powerful ones," you bite your lips thoughtfully. "Remember this hotel being built centuries ago?"
"Yeah?"
"Two brothers owned it. One was the head of everything while the other managed the casino mostly," you said, glancing around. "Ring a bell? I'm pretty sure the guy's just a vessel, they were the ones working here before they got possessed, the demon's in those bodies,"
"You're a genius," Jay gasped, coming to realisation as he pieced it one by one.
"Now, I think I also got a faint idea of the secret dungeon. Their office,"
"Any history lesson?"
"No, just a blind guess, but my sixth sense told me so and you know how trustable my sixth sense is,"
"It sure is," Jay nodded in agreement, proven by your skills in previous hunts. "Should we break into it?"
"Are you crazy? You're walking into hell," you knew it was no secret how impulsive he was, which explained why you were there in the first place. "I reckon we strike during the charity ball,"
"But how are we going to identify the other brother first?"
"Oh, speaking of the devil," you nodded over at the crime scene that was now a distance away. Two men appeared, one was Sam, and the other was someone you've never seen before, but strangely held a resemblance to Sam.
They possessed brothers? You're joking.
"That must be the man of the hour," Jay whistled, eyeing the two men conversing with the officers. The man was taller than Sam, older looking and had a similar friendly face to him that also seemed intimidating.
"They're leaving," the two brothers bid farewell to the officers, watching them leave before turning around and walking away themselves. Jay and his impulsiveness just had to strike again. "Let's follow them,"
"Huh?"
Before you fully register Jay's words, that fucker pulled you by the wrist and started sprinting off into the direction the demon brothers were heading. If you could sock Jay in the jaw at that moment, you would've.
"Are you trying to get us killed?" You hissed quiet enough to not blow your cover, following the brothers a short distance away as they headed towards their office.
"Trying not to, but shush, we need to hear what they're saying,"
The brother stopped just before the door to their office, you and Jay followed suit, your body almost crashing into him from the abrupt halt. Jay dragged you into a dingy closet packed with cleaning supplies, great, and there was barely any room to move, let alone take a step back, and thus you found yourself in a compromising position.
Jay glanced down at you, a smirk etched on his face. "Not our first time, huh—"
"One word and you're not making it out alive, now hush and listen," you glared at him, effectively shutting him up but failed at wiping off his smug smile.
From the other side of the door, you heard shuffling and the voice of Sam Clerck. "But John—"
Jay's eyes widened, and you knew what he meant, there was a name. 
"—the amount of killing is making this whole thing suspicious to the mortals,"
"It's annoying that you're calling me 'John'," the latter spat. 
"It's not my fault that's the name of the original bodies. Fine, Elijah, don't you think we should rest on the killings for the moment,"
"What? Elliot, here's no way we're doing that, look at the fortune we're making,"
"Mind you, we have a possible hunter captured in the office's dungeon, what are we doing with him? Oh, there's probably other hunters coming as well now that they've slowly caught onto us,"
"Brother, stop overthinking and fretting," Elijah, the presumed older brother, sighed. "We could use him as a sacrifice—"
You clamped a hand over Jay's mouth, knowing him too well that he would let out noises and maybe burst out the door, but there was no way you're letting him do either of those.
"Or just kill him. We've been treating him well with food, excluding the fact that there's no sunlight," 
"We'll see how it goes, underground or not, another killing is too risky," 
"Whatever,"
You heard the door click shut, the two brothers already entered their office. Jay licked your hand and you reacted at once, shooting him a disgusted expression and opening the door, a gush of fresh air filled your lungs and you're no longer pressed against Jay, hooray!
"You heard that? They're going to serve my brother up on a platter or just directly cook him into a meat skewer,"
You pushed Jay to move along, avoiding the risk of getting caught. "We know he's in the office now, and there's definitely a way to get him out, can you try being hopeful for once?"
"It's Hoon we're talking about, so no,"
"Look, Elijah and Elliot, they're the Vamson brothers,"
"Who?"
"They're the original owners of this hotel and they got executed from murder cases. Explains why they knew the dungeon and all,"
"What do we do now?"
"Not 'now', tomorrow," you grinned, a plan brewing in mind. "We're splitting them up,"
The day consisted of you and Jay running around as inconspicuous as you could manage. The plan was slowly forming over a glass of whiskey. Jay would be onto distracting 'Sam' while you get closer to 'John', getting him to bring you back to his office and free Sunghoon by locating the dungeon.
"Must you really flirt with him?" Jay grumbled as he sipped on his glass.
"Is it your turn to be jealous now?"
"Yeah," Jay nodded straightforwardly, catching you a little off guard. "Pains me seeing you flirt with someone other than me,"
You rolled your eyes, playing it off nonchalant and casual, but internally? Your heart was doing backflips. "It's not actual flirting anyway, you dramatic ass,"
He let out a small, humorous laugh. "I know," he hummed. "But I just don't like seeing others with my girl,"
"I don't belong to you, Jay," you raised your eyebrows, playing around with your glass, heartbeat gradually increasing.
"You've been mine since the day you let me touch you," he said almost so nonchalantly that it gave you a whiplash. His words were unexpected, and it certainly stirred something in you. 
"You're insane," you scoffed, completely hiding the fact that you were secretly blushing.
He simply shrugged. "Anyway, I'd like to catch some air outside, you coming?"
"Will you be smoking?"
"I quit that shit a while ago,"
You smiled at that. "Good. But nah, you can go on without me, but come back once you're done, I don't feel safe,"
"Obviously, I'm not leaving you alone," Jay carrassed your arm slightly, a small reassuring look present in his gaze. 
"Got your gun? Knife? Weapons—?"
"Chill, Y/N, I'm only going out for a while,"
"Knowing you, you're going to get into trouble,"
Jay winked, his usual playful grin on display. "You bet,"
To prove you absolutely right, he did.
Upon returning, you felt an odd shift in Jay's energy. As much as you were in denial, you knew your sixth sense was always, forever right, gut feelings never lie.
He started off normal, but then he got all … how could you put it? Sexy? Seducing? Sensual? Definitely not Park Jong Seong's normal way of seducing someone, knowing it very well especially since you were a victim to his seductions.
You played along, pretending stupid, and it gave you enough time to deduce that he was possessed. Demons that stormed the hotel got to him in the end and you had to be the one to clean the mess up? Unbelievable. 
Now, here you were, in his lap back in your hotel room, making out. You heard that right. 
His hands tugged your hair, yours wandered his body, lips moving passionately against one another, you had to remind yourself that this WASN'T him! 
You broke the kiss, heaving slightly as you reached for the small flask on your bedside table, a plan already in your mind. "Gosh, let me take a sip, want some?"
Jay—or demon Jay—nodded at the flask in your hand with some interest. "What's in there?"
"Whiskey, your favourite," you lied cunningly through your teeth.
"I'll have some," 
You passed it to Jay, watching his every move, from him taking the flask, holding it up to his lips, to downing the contents into his mouth, then a loud scream broke out from him.
"Holy water," you clicked your tongue. "And you're so not Jay," 
You threw yourself away from him, backing away from the bed. Jay turned to you sharply, piercingly glaring at you, his eyes turned fully black, leaving no whites. Oh yeah, hundred percent possessed. 
He tried charging at you, but he then hit an invisible barrier. No matter how much he lunged and punched, he was stuck, and never escaping.
"Devil's trap, whoops," it was a precaution you took, drawing a sigil trap under the bed that was designed specially to trap demons, and there was no way out unless the circle was broken. It was great luck you got the demon twisted around your finger to have him follow you into bed. "Now, what's your business? Why are you possessing him?"
"You don't want to continue doing what you're doing here," he seethed out.
"I've got someone to save,"
He cackled with a look of disdain. "You humans are so weak minded and hero wannabes. How about you save yourself and forget about the guy? You don't know who you're dealing with or what you're even doing,"
"Oh, I don't?" You pulled the bedside table's drawer open, your trusty notebook was tucked inside and you snatched it out, showing it gloriously. "Look at this!"
"A stupid little notebook? You're not scaring me,"
"Are you sure? What if I told you there were some verses in here? You know, those types of verses, the ones that can make you go away. What if I start reciting some verses?" You taunted, your innocent smile riled him further.
"Come on then," he poked, challenging you. 
"Seriously? I'm giving you choices and time before I send you back to hell. I'm really kind,"
Jay gulped, despite all that, he remained a confident front and a cocky look. "Your stupid chantings won't work on me,"
"A low level demon like you telling me what I know and don't know? Please, save some talk and let me show you what I'm best at," you flipped open your notebook, following the usual ritual and started the latin incantations.
Jay stirred, yelling out and his body shuddered. As your chantings got louder and more aggressive, the demon from within seemed to be fighting to escape. Finally, with one last verse, Jay's mouth opened and a flight of black smoke escaped from within and dissolved back to, hopefully, hell.
"Fuck," you ran towards the bed as you saw his body going limp, getting there just in time for his body to fall into your arms heavily. "I got you, Jay, you're okay,"
"Huh?" His eyes were half opened, looking worse than a drunk. 
"Get some rest, we'll talk about this tomorrow. You need it."
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"I got possessed, then we made out, and you exorcised me?"
"That was about it,"
It was the next morning, room service thankfully available now and you were having breakfast in bed with Jay as you poured over the happenings of the crazy night. Of course, Jay was having difficulties swallowing his food as he had zero recollections whatsoever, blacking out the moment the demon entered his body. 
"So … we made out?"
"Seriously? Is that the important part to you?"
"We never did for months and the demon got to do it with you? This is trippy and I'm salty," he huffed, chewing on his sunny side egg sadly. "Anyway, did the demon say anything?"
"Right, he did. Something about how we shouldn't be doing what we're doing now, like a warning I think,"
"Eh, typical demon bullshit, they always get into your minds and spit some mind boggling ass words to get you all worked up. It's nothing,"
You were unconvinced, crossing your arms nervously. "You don't actually think there's something wrong, right? Something bigger than we think?"
"Maybe, maybe not," he shrugged, uncertainty lingered in his words. "Either way, we have bigger problems. Tonight, the charity ball, saving Hoonie,"
"You're right."
Running around the streets looking for some gown to buy was harder than expected. Buying it rather than renting was a stupid choice, a dumb and expensive one. But what could you do? You're probably going to rip it up anyway. Not in that manner.
The day was soon coming to an end. Earlier on, the two of you made sure to have your bags packed and ready, dumping them into the car in advance. God knows what's happening after the event, all you knew was that you're probably not stepping foot back into the hotel room again.
"Are you done?" Jay shouted from the other room as you finished some final touch ups.
"Can you wait for a second? Jeez!"
You burst open the door, meeting Jay's gaze at once. He was dressed handsomely in a suit, a plain black suit that hugged his muscles and body in a perfect way as if it was tailored for him.
As for you, you were in a simple floor length black gown, one with two surprises: an open back and a thigh slit. You weren't a big fan but it is what it is. It was likely made out of some cheap silk and half assed production, but this happened to be your only option. 
"Fucking hell," he whistled under his breath, his eyes swept your figure from top to bottom and back to the top again to lock his gaze with yours. "Wow. You look amazing, more than amazing actually,"
He took a step, and another, until he was directly in front of you, face to face. "Is it okay if I touch you?" He whispered under his breath, something flashing in those brown irises. 
"Yeah,"
His hand slithered around your waist, tugging you forward into his chest, eyes widened as it caught you by surprise. Being this close to him had you thinking of yesterday. Despite the fact that he was possessed, it was physically still him, meaning you did kiss him, and God, he missed him and his lips.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Yesterday,"
"That demon got you hooked?"
"You're annoying. I mean, kissing you," you faltered towards the end, gradually getting flustered. 
"Would you like to recreate that?" Jay jokingly leaned in and you pushed his face away, laughing slightly.
"We don't have the time to, idiot,"
Jay shook his head, a small smile adorned his pretty features. "After all this … maybe we should talk it out. About us. Just you and I,"
"Definitely," you nodded, squeezing his shoulder lightly. "We should leave too, it's time," 
"You're right," he sighed, obvious disappointment in his voice as he glanced down at his wristwatch. "Let's go," he slowly let his hold of you go, but his hand remained around your waist as you two walked side by side.
That cheeky bastard's hands gradually travelled lower and lower as you walked, teasing you until it reached your lower back. Your head snapped over to give him a questioning glance, to which he reciprocated with a shrug.
"Hands up—" you moved his hands from your lower back back to your waist, eyes glaring at him, "—here,"
"You weren't complaining the last time we fucked,"
"Over a year back,"
"What do you say we relive that tonight, huh?"
"You're such a sleazebag. Oh, manwhore, and what else?"
"Dickhead, handsome jerk," 
"Okay, whatever you say, dickhead handsome jerk," you snickered sarcastically before dragging him towards the main area, making sure to not trip over your gown. 
The hotel was bustling with guests from all over the world, being the busiest it has been as staff ran around frantically. The night has yet to begin and people were already gambling their minds off while drinking expensive champagne served by frantic servers. 
You looked around, noticing Sam, or Elliot in actuality, conversing with someone, his brother was nowhere in sight … yet. 
"Distract him, okay?" You whispered hastily into Jay's ears as you saw the man waving over at you two, possibly coming over once he's done with the guy he's talking to. "I'll try to be within hindsight, but listen to me, if I'm not back by the two hour mark, you come to the office and find me. You have the gun, right?"
"Yeah,"
"Good. I'm going to try and get Sunghoon out, but I've only got so much,"
"I'll be there, okay? I won't leave you,"
You nodded at his words, feeling his hand squeeze your arm tightly. The anxiety was pushing past its limits and you were praying everything to run your way. The moment Sam moved over to you and Jay, you exchanged friendly greetings and pretended to be interested in whatever he's trying to yap about. As he did so, Jay slowly whisked him away, luring him for a talk over some drinks. One thing Jay's excellent at was talking, and you sure hoped his charms were enough to keep the little brother at bay.
After some more digging, you found out John, aka Elijah, mostly hung around the bar area and observed his customers. Interesting man. Lo and behold, the theories were right and he was actually there, all alone, an easy target.
"Not here to gamble?" You slid by his side casually, sitting in an empty seat just a fraction of a distance in between.
"I like to sit and observe a little," he hummed, taking a sip out of his glass. "And you are?"
"Stacy Williams,"
"I'm John Clerk,"
Ironic that you two were actually lying about yourselves to each other. 
"Owner of this place I believe?"
"It's true," he raised his glass up, quirking his eyebrows.
"Beautiful casino and hotel, by the way," you said sweetly, putting on your most convincing smile.
"Thank you," he bowed his head slightly. Not much of a conversationalist, huh? Maybe this was your time to strike. 
"Mr Clerk, I'm sorry but is there any way I can get a short rest around here? I'm feeling a little light headed and I just wish to lie down for a while,"
The man before you remained stoic, but you could tell he was internally scrambling for ideas in his mind, and you certainly didn't miss the way he gulped. To add extra pressure onto him, you started staring at him expectantly.
"Well—uhm—there's a sofa in my office," he suggested, though reluctantly.
"That'll be great if you don't mind, I'm sorry for the trouble,"
"No worries, Miss Williams," he assured. "I'll lead you there," he got off his seat and slowly took the lead, you following behind. As you gradually made your out of the vicinity, you spotted Jay, giving him a small nod before disappearing from his sight entirely.
He took the same path you and Jay had done during the time you two snuck around the demon brothers office, except this time, you would be entering into the office.
"Here you go, the sofa's all yours," he opened the door for you, leading you into his large office and pointed at the black coloured sofa in the corner. For a murderous, plotting demon, you didn't expect him or his interior to be so simple and minimal. "Would you like anything else?"
"A drink, maybe water or something refreshing will do,"
He nodded before closing the door shut, and you could tell he was worried about leaving you alone. Not because it's dangerous for you to be by yourself, but instead, he's paranoid about his typical demon doings and that dungeon.
Speaking of the dungeon, you had no idea where it was. Upon arriving, you checked for surveillance cameras, there were none thankfully, as for the dungeon you noticed nothing, even after squinting and looking around the room for some dodgy button. What a cunning demon! Time was ticking and you were racing against time.
"Wait…" you read about some theories about the whereabouts of the entrance to the dungeon, so now, you finally had the chance to test it out.
Locking the door and making up a quick lie was easy. But searching for some clues around the room wasn't. It got to a frustrating point of testing out the stupid theories where you ended up failing. There was one more for the test: the bookshelves.
Stories mentioned John being a complete book nerd, his belongings would be chucked in between books and somewhere behind the shelves, it would totally make sense the bookshelves in his office to have some hidden functions. You tried pushing it, punching it, but it wouldn't budge.
Sighing in almost defeat, you found yourself eyeing the books instead, judging the titles and spotting an odd one, reaching out for a grab. That was when everything changed. A small pull had triggered the book shelf to raise itself off of the ground and into the wall, revealing stairs going underground. Bingo.
You defied the laws of horror movies by going down the dark stairway, quietly calling out for any signs of life. Once you descended the remaining steps, you were met with dimly lit torches, chains hanging on the wall. This did look very anciently built, replicating those tacky dungeons in movies.
It was a large underground cave, so it wasn't hard to spot Sunghoon sitting in one corner, his hand chained to the wall and he himself had dozed off. 
You made your way there, your heels clicking against the hard floor but Sunghoon never woke from it. You kneeled beside him, noticing the fatigue in his expressions, looking overly worn out, attire soiled and seemingly hurt.
"Sunghoon!" You hissed, shaking him awake. There's no way you're attempting to carry him out while he's unconscious.
"Huh—what—who—" he slowly blinked, startled at the unfamiliar voice. His gaze was on you, his eyes blinking rapidly to rid of the haziness, then he finally registered that it was you talking. "Wait—Y/N?"
"You got that right. Is there a key around here?" 
"What are you doing here?"
"We have no time for that! Is there a key or not?" You hissed, trying to strain your ears in order to determine if he's returned or not. Hopefully the guests were keeping him busy in the meantime.
"There is, it's somewhere in the small cupboard there," he nodded over at said cupboard that you hadn't noticed. 
Say less, you practically jumped to your feet and bolted over to the small cupboard, pulled it open and the key was there. Tada! It was foolish that it was out in the open like that, but considering the fact they probably didn't expect anyone else to come down here, it was pretty valid.
Being the more thorough person you were, you checked the remaining drawers in case of any dangerous objects. Instead, you found some weapons here and there, so you tossed some over to Sunghoon before unlocking his chain. He winced the moment his wrist found freedom, rubbing it sorely. But there's not enough time, you need him out.
"Park, listen close to me," you tucked some of the knives into the garter belt around your thigh, handing Sunghoon one of the guns found in the drawer. "Your brother is here—"
"Jay?"
"Yes, now hush and actually listen, alright? The demon that captured you is coming back soon, and you're escaping before he does,"
"What about you?"
"I'll hold out as long as I can. Once you find Jay, tell him to come 'fetch' me or whatever excuse he could form. If shit goes sour, I don't think I can handle him alone,"
Sunghoon nodded as he took your words in carefully. There was limited time left, you needed to get out of the dungeon and shut it. 
You helped Sunghoon up and had him lean his weight into you as you guided him up the stairs. To say you were struggling and having breathing difficulties was an understatement. He better treat you to some good food for saving his ass after this.
He fell onto the sofa you were resting on earlier as you scrambled to shut the entrance by pushing the book back in. The entrance to the dungeon closed to a shut, and you breathed a sigh of relief. Now that you got Sunghoon out, there's bigger problems to face. 
"Are you able to walk?"
Sunghoon grunted, stretching and massaging his legs. "I can … I think,"
"You think?" His words weren't completely reassuring. 
"I'll manage," he gritted out, but his gaze softened. "I'm only worried about you,"
"You don't think I can handle him?"
"No, not that. You're an amazing hunter, of course, but this guy—demon—he's not some low ranking one. Not some simple exorcism can cast him back to hell,"
"I know, that's why Jay's got the gun,"
"He brought the colt along?"
The colt wasn't just a normal revolver, it was the supernatural revolver. Built to kill everything and anything. No supernatural beings were able to escape the wrath of the bullet. Who else better to use it on than some powerful demons?
"He's crazy," Sunghoon breathed out after you nodded as a response to his question. 
"He's just being careful. Plus, we do need it now anyway,"  
Sunghoon blinked, leaning back a little with an odd expression, his eyebrows furrowed. "Oh wow, did you guys…?"
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know, you have this look and I figured something … sparked between you and him again,"
You pressed your lips into a flat line, blinking wordlessly at him. Even he could tell you and Jay were having something?
"Let's talk about this later," you patted his shoulder, nodding towards the door. "You should definitely leave now,"
Knock knock.
"Miss Williams? Are you alright? Why is the door locked?"
You met Sunghoon's gaze, and the one thing you've managed to understand in his stare was 'we're fucked'. 
"I'm—I'm not doing well," 
"What's happened? Let me in,"
"No!" You bursted out, which sounded worse than expected. "I mean, no, I got m–my period, and I'm embarrassed to come out,"
"Oh," the man on the other side of the door seemed shocked to say the least. "I'll go get you some pads, Miss Williams,"
"Thank you,"
Pressing your ears onto the door, you heard his footsteps getting further away, finally able to let out the breath you've been holding in for too long. You turned to Sunghoon, grabbing his arm.
"You know, for a demon, he's actually quite a gentleman,"
"Keeping me in his stupid dusty dungeon surely isn't a gentleman's move," he said bitterly as he got up, limping slightly. "You'll be okay, right?"
"No promises,"
"I'll be quick, I'm going to get Jay here. You saved my ass, I'm making sure I save yours," he placed a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it softly.
"I trust you," you patted his hand. "Now, go,"
Sunghoon nodded, though quite reluctantly leaving as he didn't wish to have you all alone in a demon's threshold. You exchanged a brief look with him before he slipped out of the door completely, and you prayed he made it out successfully without any complications in between.
Minutes later, you heard knocks on the door once again, which meant John was back. Bracing yourself, you turned the door open, revealing him and some pads in his hands. "Here,"
"Thanks, I'll—uh—go to the restroom,"
"You're not actually on your period, are you?" His words cut like knives, sharp and certain.
"Are you doubting my knowledge of my own body?" 
"No, I'm not," he said flatly, shutting the door behind him and stepping closer. "One thing I know for sure is that you're not welcomed here … hunter," in one blink, his eyes turned black entirely, just like the time Jay was possessed.
"I'm only here for a shortstop, nothing else … Elijah," you kept your cool on the outside, but internally? You were fighting the horrors. He seemed surprised that you mentioned his actual name, but that didn't bother him.
"Oh yeah? Tell your buddies to stop coming after me,"
"How about you stop killing people?" 
Your retaliation didn't help your case as it only agitated him. With a  swift move of a hand, he had you pushed to the bookshelves, pinning you on there with an invisible force. No matter how you tried resisting it, you couldn't break free from the forceful hold.
"You won't understand. You humans don't," he seethed out, getting closer and closer. "You would be a great sacrifice as well,"
"Fuck you,"
Wrong choices of words. A force was wrapped around your throat and in the next second, it was constricting. Dying from getting choked by a demon wasn't on your list of dumb ways to die.
You swore you were seeing the lights of the afterlife until something intervened. Gunshots sounded suddenly, loud and clear and almost everywhere, a mix of shouts rang through. Chaos was happening. 
John, or Elijah, heard the commotion outside and was taken off guard from it, his hold loosening and you were able to breathe just a little bit more. His head turned back to you, then to the door, seemingly conflicted at the two troubles on hand. 
"Shit," he cursed under his breath. "For fuck's sake," he released his hold on you, resulting in you dropping to the ground in coughing fits. You take it back about him being a gentleman. "You're so dead when I come back,"
You could only glare at him and his figure as he exited through the door, but then you heard the sound of a click. No, no, no. You rushed to the door, trying to yank it open, but to your worst fears, he actually locked the door.
Jay was coming to find you, right? Doubts continuously fill your mind against your will. It pained you knowing you're stuck here all helpless, unaware whether Jay and Sunghoon were doing well or not. You could only hope for the best and not the worst.
What seemed like forever was you being trapped in this office. The books on the shelves didn't entertain you, the pictures of the actual Sam only made you sad knowing his body was being possessed by a demon. All in all, you were rotting in here. 
That was until you heard grunts and some gunshots not far away, heavy footsteps thudding down the corridor. Shouts rang through the empty and quiet surroundings, your heart thrashing wildly against your chest in anxiety. There was no mistake in what you heard next. It was your name, your name was yelled.
"Y/N!" Jay's voice was hoarse as he called for you over and over. 
"Jay?" You pounded on the door, shaking the doorknob that wouldn't budge. 
The footsteps got closer and his voice got nearer until he was eventually standing directly on the other side of the door. "Y/N? Are you there?"
"I am," you nearly sobbed, wanting to break free and escape the office. "Jay, the door's locked,"
"You've got to be kidding me. I killed that fucker and never asked for the keys," Jay pounded at the door in irritation. "Y/N, step away, I'm going to break this fucking door down," 
You got away from the door, backing away to your previous spot at the bookshelves and crouching down. After a split second, you heard a gunshot, the doorknob rattled and loosened, but that didn't take the cake. Jay grunted, having to go for busting down the door instead.
A few kicks to the door had loosened the handles, you could hear Jay putting his whole effort into busting down the door with his kicks and the way he threw his body to the door. It was almost a while before he finally knocked the door down completely, revealing a overly worn out Jay. 
He was injured, cuts on his face, arm bleeding and his fancy suit torn at some places. Despite all that, his eyes lit up the moment they landed on your figure crouched by the bookshelves. He rushed over with speed that resembled the Flash, immediately dropping down to his knees to match your position.
"Are you alright? You're not hurt right?" His hands were on your shoulder, turning you slightly to check for any visible changes. 
You didn't say anything yet, just feeling glad that he's here now, safe and sound. Almost instinctively, your arms reached out and pulled him into a hug, squeezing him tightly.
"I got you, I'm here now, nothing's going to hurt you," Jay caressed the back of your head, pressing a soft kiss on your temple. 
"I'm glad you're fine too," you slowly pulled away after a few moments, your hands cupping his cheek. "You do look really busted though,"
He scoffed, lips gradually stretched into a grin. "You'll be the one patching me up later,"
"What happened out there?"
"I killed them," he said hoarsely, his touch never leaving yours. "Little brother Elliot attacked me first after he revealed himself, then everyone ran away. I took my chance and blasted him. Sunghoon showed up not long after and that's when Elijah appeared. We managed to kill him, sent their souls back to hell,"
"That's great," 
"Did he … do anything out of line?"
"Other than choking me and saying he'll kill me? Not really," 
"He's a fucking bastard," Jay cursed, wincing slightly from the cut on his lips.
"Should we leave? The police is arriving soon, no?" You slowly got up, supporting Jay as well.
"We really should. I don't need the police on my ass again,"
"Hey guys—" Sunghoon appeared in the doorway, sweating and heaving, but once he saw the two of you together, hands around each other, his face morphed into a teasing smirk. "Am I interupting?"
You and Jay simultaneously let out a cough, facing away from one another.
"Are the polices on their way?"
"They are," Sunghoon replied hastily, ushering you two to come forward and leave the office. "I've cleaned our traces as much as I could. Now, we should just leave while people are hiding,"
"Did the bodies make it? The original Sam and John," you asked.
"No," the Park brothers answered in unison, and the three of you continued your way to the carpark in silence. It was saddening to hear that the bodies of Sam and John didn't make it, the dull atmosphere ended up befalling between you all.
"So," Jay started once you were all in the car, revving his car to a start. "Want some celebratory burgers along the way?"
"Say less."
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"Ouch,"
After a long gruelling trip back to your house, Sunghoon ended up passing out in the guest room's bed, leaving you and Jay alone in the middle of your living room, where you were cleaning his injury wounds.
"I'm trying to be as gentle as I can," Your eyes flickered, wrapping his arm up and cleaning some tiny wounds. "Are you leaving after this? Go on your journey wherever supernatural cases appear like always?"
"I am," Jay said, and somewhere internally, you felt your soul crush. "But I'm staying a little longer here," 
"What?" Your mouth almost fell to the ground from the shock, unintentionally applying more pressure to the wound which made Jay wince, and you uttered a small apology, an unknowing smile forming on your lips. "You're serious?"
"Why wouldn't I be? You know how I said I wanted to have a talk after we got back, so here we are. I know our job is … complicated, but my feelings for you never changed over the years. It just took me a shit long time to come to my senses," Jay took a breath in. 
"I know I've hurt you before, and I'm going to have to gain your trust back first. But I hope you'll give me a chance, and let me bring you out on a date or two over these few days,"
"You're giving 'us' a shot?"
"I am,"
You were giddy to say the least, resisting the urge to break into the biggest, lovesick smile. "I'd really love to go out on that date with you,"
"Really?" Jay seemed like he couldn't believe you actually would agree, the evident shock in his face made you laugh.
"Yes, really, you idiot. Are you going to kiss me or something now?"
"I definitely am,"
Jay's calloused fingers wrapped around your chin softly, pulling you in and crashed his lips against yours. It wasn't your first time kissing him, but this was different. Desperation, endless pining that was bottled over the years finally burst and welled over, his lips moved against yours with so much fever and intensity, it had you going insane.
Jay pulled you into his lap, your arms falling over his shoulders for support while his hand travelled from your neck to your cheek before making its way into your hair. You could feel him smirking against your lips, his other hand moving down to your waist to tug you closer to his chest, having you totally pressed up against him.
"J–Jay," before he could take it to another level, you registered that it was your living room, and Sunghoon was in the house as well, which meant the possibility of him walking in was there. "Should we move it into … the room instead?"
Jay knew what you meant, his gaze changing almost instantly, something told you that you were in for it tonight. "Oh you're nasty," he suddenly carried you in bridal style, making you yelp out in surprise and scrambling for support.
The night was going to be long, but it didn't matter anymore now that you've got to have him for a few days and nights all to yourself. Killing supernatural beings was a headache, an ill fated string tied to you, but in the end, you couldn't deny it had brought you and Jay together again. Maybe it was a blessing in disguise after all.
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꒰♡꒱ avisos: mingyu maridinho, sexo protegido (em teoria, mas mingyu tem uma ideia mirabolante), roleplay (?), menção a filhos, curtissimo e em pé nem cabeça, não revisado.
꒰♡꒱ notas da autora: ideia tirada de um bot que eu tava testando no character a.i e eu quis escrever sobre.
você olha para mingyu desacreditada. ele está ao lado da cama que você está deitada segurando um pacote de camisinha e uma agulha.
"por favor me explica de novo, não tô te entendendo, gyu" ele se abaixa na altura da cama enquanto fura o pacotinho com a agulha.
"vai ser um jogo pra ver se eu consigo te lotar dos meus filhos ou não. em teoria, usando proteção a resposta é não, certo? e se a camisinha tiver furada?" você não segura a risada, onde mingyu arruma essas coisas? por deus. "pode ir rindo, mas pensa, vai ser uma questão de sorte, eu posso até fingir que tô preocupado com você não tomando seu anticoncepcional depois pra completar a atuação."
"mingyu você– vai ser divertido princesa, ainda mais depois de você me ver fazendo isso" aponta com o queixo para a embalagem. "eu vou agir como se fosse um acidente, a ideia do risco deixa mais gostoso, uma brincadeirinha boba que pode nos dar um filho, hm? não é esse nosso objetivo? vamos fazer diferente hoje, fingir que não queremos e boom, meto meus filhos em você até nós cansarmos... e sabe de uma coisa? acho que vou conseguir te engravidar assim, já que você é do contra, pode ser que nosso filho também seja." ele ri e se estica um pouco para selar os lábios com os seus.
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xexyromero · 22 days
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xexy, poderia fazer um headcanon dos meninos e o primeiro encontro com eles? obrigada diva maravilhosa 🎀✨
wn: ain eu me empolguei um cadinho! espero que você goste e desculpa a demora <3
meninos do cast x primeiro encontro
fem!reader headcanon
tw: uso de drogas lícitas & ilícitas (total era agustin pardella).
enzo: te leva para uma exposição de fotografia + café. 
enzo é muito alinhado com as artes e com a poesia da vida cotidiana, então o primeiro encontro de vocês vai ser bem tranquilo, longe da agitação noturna e mais longe ainda daquela coisa engessada de jantar com roupa desconfortável, vinho superfaturado e comida blasé. ele te leva para ver algo que realmente ama: a fotografia. vai chegar de bicicleta, conversar sobre você sobre tudo e emendar em um café próximo. o importante é a conexão entre vocês. 
agustin: te leva pra praia de carro. 
é uma mini road trip: vai de carro te buscar em casa para vocês irem à uma praia nem tão perto nem tão longe nem tão vazia e nem tão cheia. de preferência de tardezinha para verem o pôr do sol juntos. deixa você escolher quais músicas quer ouvir no caminho e ri do seu gosto musical. é um rolê muito calmo: vocês, uma canga, umas frutinhas que ele trouxe na mochila (trouxe várias porque ainda não sabe qual sua favorita), maconha e o mar. vai puxar os mais diversos assuntos pra tentar te decifrar. 
fran: te leva para fazer um piquenique no parque. 
sim, ele vai chegar à pé pra te buscar em casa com dois cafés, um croissant, uma ecobag cheia de bolachinhas e uma mantinha bem grande pra se esparramarem na grama. vocês vão se perder pelo menos umas duas vezes no caminho, mas vão se divertir muito. fran gosta muito da conversa e vai querer saber da sua winx favorita à seu trauma de infância. mas também é admirador da natureza e do silêncio (principalmente daquele silêncio confortável). é muito do toque físico e vai te acariciar muito. 
matí: te leva pra um parque de diversões. 
depois de muita insistência, finalmente, conseguiu um date com você! então vai propor algo divertido, marcante e super especial. ele pode ser romântico sim, tá? escolheu o parque de diversões pra provar isso. paga seu ingresso e qualquer coisa que você consuma dentro do parque, mas vai pedir um beijo em troca toda vez. vai te bater com tudo no carrinho de bate-bate? sim. mas os olhos dele vão brilhar quando te ver iluminada pela cidade no ponto mais alto da roda gigante. 
kuku: te convida para jantar no apartamento dele. 
esteban gosta da intimidade. de te sentir perto, junto. de conseguir ouvir você e dedicar toda atenção e ouvidos ao que quer que você tenha pra falar. então ele vai te convidar pra um lugar simples e reservado (a casa dele) para um jantar feito por ele (que vocês escolheram e combinaram juntos o cardápio). a bebida e a trilha sonora ficam por sua escolha. é bastante cuidadoso com o convite e repete várias vezes que é só porque se sente mais confortável em casa, mas que entende caso você prefira um local mais público. 
pipe: te leva para assistir o jogo do river. 
em sua defesa, jogos de futebol são extremamente divertidos, tá? ideais para um primeiro encontro - vocês conseguem conversar e se emocionar juntos. beijo na hora do gol, aperto de mão nas horas emocionantes. o romance está no ar. e também, o estádio é o lugar preferido do pipe no mundo todo. então vai unir duas coisas importantes: você e o river. ele também vai te levar uma blusa ou camisa do time para usarem juntos. ah! o lanche pós-jogo é necessário e vai ficar por sua escolha.
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emeraldenha · 2 years
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tbh I never thought language could change the magical element of a song until I listened to fallin’ flower korean ver. it’s not like I can’t listen to it bc I’ve already gaslit myself to but there’s just something about the original idk.
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inutaffy · 10 months
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in the same episode moose comes out and gets with kevin publically, moose moves away to glendale to stay with his aunt bc his dad is fuckked uppp
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Tied Down
Alhaitham, Cyno with an Unhinged Reader; can be seen as platonic or romantic (Tighnari & Dottore ver.)
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-> Alhaitham with your out of this world ideas
Your exaggerated gasp immediately took Alhaitham's attention from his book, exquisite eyes only moving a few to look over you.
"I got a hypothesis now."
The Scribe quickly lowered his eyes, silently praying for the gods despite being a skeptic that you leave him be for his own sanity.
But of course, if the gods were unresponsive before, how would today be any different? His defeated sigh was obvious as he sees you making your way over in his peripheral.
"I have a hypothesis!"
"Do you have evidence?"
"Hear me out first!" He sighs again as you take his book, peering on the page he was on before making a disgusted face, chucking it over your shoulder.
He stares at you with no emotion. Not replying, hoping you'd take that as a no and leave him back to his peace. You don't, of course.
"So, you know how I've been studying about the elements and visions, right?" He does, of course. "I think I know the pattern on Anemo vision wielders now!"
"And that is?" His curiosity breaks his silence over the bold statement, and your smirk widened at his facade breaking.
"They all have dead friends!" Immediately after, you're on a tug-of-war as Alhaitham tries to kick you out of his office.
Alhaitham always thought that he was commonly misunderstood. After all, once he got to know you, he was sure the Akademiya lunatic title fits you more than he did.
However, it's that eccentric quality that made you standout to him, even if the way your mind works is more complex than the textbooks he reads in his spare time. And he reads a lot of advanced materials.
Sometimes your ideas are plain old jibberish, outlandish or too ahead of his time. And on better days, it makes him ponder and dissect your thoughts with vigor. So long as you have such a creative outlook, he lets the previous failures go, although you are on thin ice.
Whenever he's on his wit ends with a discovery or theorem he needs more insight on, technically you are his last option, but an option nonetheless. Something new ALWAYS sprouts when talking to you and he wants to make sure he's mentally ready for that roadtrip.
You drive him insane, pretty much, but it's the insane he preaches that makes a scholar a scholar. Instead you took that as a challenge.
Because of your operational symbiotic relationship, Alhaitham gets dragged into your antics or he genuinely supports you in your discoveries if it would help make sense of your plans.
He'll find himself negotiating with the Eremites, observing in obscure places, even putting himself in danger just so that he could take the consequences instead of you. "At what distance does the primal constructs detect approaching enemies?" The next day you'll get your answer, with a pinch on the cheek from an exhausted Alhaitham.
Besides the fact that he likes you for your 'genius', he can't deny that he enjoys your presence. Which is why he makes genuine effort to understand and appease your interests, reading through many materials about your recent hyperfixation just to keep up with the conversation - make your outings entertaining.
Best outcome is the look of pure disbelief and held shock whenever you prove him wrong. Him blinking at you with slightly agape lips while you had your hands on your hips with a wide grin.
"You were right." "Mhmm?" "I've spoken with the traveler about the individuals they met who are Anemo vision wielders, a deceased friend is a common factor. Except for a female alchemist in Mondstadt that only has an enstranged friendship." "An outlier." "Correct." "That friend must be dead by now, surely." "I worry for you sometimes."
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-> Cyno with your manic antics
"Prepare for trouble."
"And make it double!"
The large congregation of merchants looks up from the boxes of canned knowledge towards the cliff overlooking their gathering where two silhouettes stood, shadowed by the high rising sun behind them.
"To protect the world from forbidden knowledge." "To unite all people in the land of knowledge!"
The confused people watched as the two suddenly faltered in their gimmicky pose and hiss at each other, the conversation too far to make out before they went back to their previous positions.
"To denounce the world of injustices and evils." "To uphold the rules and purge the illegals!"
Only when the chant of familiar, bone-chilling names did the canned knowledge merchants finally understood the confusing scene in front of them, but was all too late to flee when the judicators of the Akademiya pulled out their weapons and jumped down to the clearing.
"Team Matra will chase you down, day and night."
"Surrender now, or prepare to fight!" But the merchants never had the chance to even surrender as you struck first.
Cyno couldn't really blame you. As the Matra focused on cross-referencing and paperworks, your work isn't as... exciting as his, as you put it.
So at times when there's a rare occurrence where he does need an extra pair of hands, and you look like you're about to pass out from boredom, Cyno lets you tag along. He lives for that smile you give him every time he visits your office.
But that smile is also his doom. And the culprits you'd have to subdue. The General Mahamatra could be seen pulling his headdress down, trying to ignore the looks and pleas for mercy while you went ham on beating them up.
No, it is because of their wrongdoings that got them here in the first place, he has nothing to do with this other than following protocols.
If he's the hunting dog, you're the rabid dog always ready to bite. Actually, you're always the first one to rush straight into battle, and after the hundredth time his warnings to NOT do that had been ignored, he stopped doing so and let it be.
While his name is popular among students of the Akademiya, you're more well-known (feared) by Eremites and suspicious merchants. Scholars would rather be visited by you than the General, and the parallels never fails to amuse him.
It's not that he doesn't care, far from it actually! You have his full trust to finish your battles no matter how reckless your approach is, how your adrenaline-fueled mind and body cannot be deterred by small cuts and wounds.
And if there were rare moments when it's too much to handle, rest assured that the General would have your back to the point that you don't even realize the danger as it was already neutralized by his hands.
Cyno never shies away from complimenting your fighting style, even *complimenting *it with his own so that you two can better synergize in the battlefield. The excitement to have someone to spar with after the unfortunate retirement of his previous partner came back tenfold.
It's those rare times that he can boast his pride in front of you, showing his unmatched strength that you have yet to properly win against.
His job as a Matra and the General Mahamatra had always been a dangerous path to walk, and he greatly appreciates that you can keep up and join him without problems.
Besides, he has a front row seat of just how feral and strong you can be. A side that those used to your office persona will never lay eyes on, his very own privilege.
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There was a Tighnari and Dottore version for this but I got too busy with my birthday and my tipsy self cannot be bothered to write more so have this
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