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ladyjang09 · 3 months

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Lovely Runner Fanfic | The Very First Night

Synopsis: Reimagining on what happens after the sofa scene. ‘Coz my smutty filled mind convinced me that they can’t get off their hands from each other. Im Sol is the first one to initiate “things”, ‘coz why not, she’s been suffering and longing for Sun Jae for 15 years. Expect a fluff on the first chapter then smut on the succeeding ones.

CHAPTER 2

Next thing she knew they were on his bed, and he was feasting on her breasts. Oh, God, yes. There.. Sol dreamed of this, imagined it so many times, but the reality was better. This Sun Jae was infinitely better.

He gently rolled her over and placed himself between her legs. She felt his legs rubbing against her inner thighs as he kissed her, his hard cock resting against her thigh.

It was such a strange feeling, to be exposed to him. And yet it was so natural that they would share themselves. She reached up and ran her hands along his cheeks to bury them in his hair as she saw the needful hunger in his eyes.

“I’m so glad you remembered me. I cannot believe you are here with me now,” she breathed.

Pain and ecstasy mixed in his brown eyes as he stared at her as if unable to believe he’d heard her. He looked as if he were dreaming and terrified of waking. “I’m sorry I forgot. I promise you I will not forget about you, about us, again,” he vowed.

Sun Jae brushed his hand against her cheek. His eyes held hers as mutual understanding and care passed between them. It was a priceless moment of sharing, and it went a long way in giving her hope for them. Hope that they will stay in this lifetime, being loved by each other until they were old and gray.

Then he dipped his head and claimed her lips in a passionate fiery kiss. He drove himself deep inside her body.

Sol tensed as pain overrode her pleasure.

He froze.

“I’m sorry,” Sun Jae whispered. “Does it hurt much?”

Sol swallowed and shook her head. The pain was already subsiding into a dull ache as her body stretched to accommodate the large size of him. It had just startled her.

Sun Jae braced himself on his arms to look down at her. Sol stared up at his eyes as she felt him deep and hard inside her body. He was so incredibly handsome.

“I am fine, Sun Jae-ah,” she said, offering him a timid smile. It was so very intimate, to look at him while they were joined this way.

With every breath he took, she could feel him throbbing inside her. Feel him rigid and hard all over and in her.

“Don’t move, Sol-ah, please,” he ordered. If she didn’t move, he could fight this. He could withdraw. He held himself rigidly still, even though it was killing him.

Probably.

He almost managed it. But she moved, rubbing those nipples against his chest. “Move, don’t stop,” she begged. She tilted her hips, forcing him an inch deeper, drawing him deeper as her muscles tightened around his cock. Sun Jae growled in response, and a look of pleasure crossed his face that it spurred her to bolder actions as she writhed beneath him.

His vision darkened. His head lifted from his body. And the need to claim her filled him until nothing else existed. He held his breath at the sight of her lying beneath him while she milked his body with hers. Sol should take as much pleasure from this night as he did. More so, in fact. And he loved watching her discover her sexual power and bliss as he did the same.

Never once had he dreamed making love could be like this. Never had he dared to hope of a night where he would be with a woman so unreservedly and know that she was with him by her own free will. She felt so good surrounding him. Surely there was no better pleasure than her warmth.

Sol ran her hands over his chest, up his arms and brushed them through his hair and forehead. “Move, Sun Jae-ah, I am ok,” she shyly smiled.

He lowered himself to her and gathered her into his arms. Then, slowly, very slowly, he began to gently rock himself between her thighs.

Sol sighed in pleasure at the feel of him so deep, hard and strong inside her. She wrapped her arms around him and listened to his breathing as he moved. Arching her back to draw him in even deeper, she kissed his shoulder blade and inhaled the scent of him. He quickened his thrust, sliding himself in and out of her, deeper and deeper. Her head spun from the sensations of his skin on hers, of his breath against her neck.

He quickened his pace. “Sun Jae-ah…” She breathed his name as she clung to him and met him stroke for stroke. Her please became a chant. “Yes, Sun Jae-ah. Yes, there. Round and round. God, it’s so good. Sun jae-ah! It’s so gooooood!” Her body felt out of control. She was hot and tingly. And just as she was sure she would die from the pleasure of him, her body erupted into an ecstasy so intense that she screamed from it.

Sun Jae ground his teeth at the sensation of her body gripping his while he kissed her deeply. Holding her tighter, he felt his own body release. With one forceful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her and felt the waves of pleasure rippling through him as he gave her a part of him he’d never given another single soul.

He lay completely still, holding her for what seemed an eternity, and yet it seemed no time at all. As gently as he could, he withdrew. He gathered her up and carried her down into the bathtub across his bedroom. As the warm water swirled around them, she released a contented sigh and buried her face against her neck.

“Is it always like that?” she asked, her voice awed.

Sun Jae drew a ragged breath as he drifted down from heaven, back into his body. “I don’t know.”

Sol looked at him curiously. “Don’t know or you won’t tell me?”

He started to cover the slip with a lie, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to do it. No, he wouldn’t lie to her. Not after she had suffered so much alone for the past 15 years.

Embarrassed, he looked away. “I’ve never been with a woman before tonight. It’s just doesn’t feel right.”

Sol stared at Sun Jae, a mix of disbelief and dawning realization flickering in her eyes. “You’re serious?” she finally asked, her voice barely a whisper. Sol’s mind reeled. Sun Jae, the man who graces covers and sent hearts aflutter on screen, the lead singer of the boyband, Eclipse, was claiming this was his first time? The countless headlines about him and his co- stars, the whispers of “on- again, off- again” relationships, all a carefully crafted illusion by his team perhaps?

If the rumors were fabricated, then the countless women she’d compared herself to, never truly existed. It meant this connection, this raw intimacy they shared, was unique, a testament to their undeniable bond, forged by four lifetimes, tied by a red string of fate.

Sol stared at Sun Jae, a mix of disbelief and dawning realization in her eyes. “You’re serious?” she finally asked, her voice barely above a whisper. You’ve never…you’ve never been with anyone?”

Sun Jae shifted uncomfortably under her gaze. “Honestly? No,” he admitted, a blush creeping up his neck. “It’s always felt…incomplete. Like a missing piece of a puzzle.”

Sol’s heart ached for him. The years he’d spent searching, oblivious to the life they could have had together. The full depth of his loneliness slammed into her. Omo, he had never been intimate even on the most basic level with another person. It wasn’t unheard of for a man of his stature and prowess to remain untouched.

“I can’t believe you haven’t— those rumors…about you and all those actresses,” she blurted out.

“Are just rumors…it’s all a PR game, Sol- ah,” he confessed, his voice low. “You know how it works. Management creates these narratives to keep my image hot. The truth is, I never felt a connection like this before. Not with anyone. Just ask Park Dong- Seok or Baek In- hyuk. The truth is, I never felt a connection like this before. Not with anyone.”

A hesitant smile touched her lips. “So, she said, a playful glint returning to her eyes, “you’re telling me, the great Sun Jae, heartthrob of millions, is actually a romantic novice?”

Sun Jae chuckled, a nervous sound. “Maybe,” he admitted, scratching the back of his neck. “My mind unconsciously remembered some lifetime ago, there was this drunken, jealous, giddy teenager who shouted from a rooftop of their house that a man should have conservative lips. And cannot let some random girls kiss you!” he teased with a wink.

“Yah!” Sol laughed, smacking Sun Jae’s chest. Oh, how he loved her laughed. Remembering that fateful day at the convenience store, when he fell in-love with her in this lifetime, she, laughing at him. It was like a cascade of tinkling bells, genuine and infectious. A joyous sound that made him look up to meet her sparkling eyes. He’d stammered out a joke, more to hide his awkwardness than anything, and to his surprise, it elicited another peal of laughter. From that moment, a spark ignited within him.

Sun Jae reached out, his fingers brushing against a strand of Sol’s hair. A lifetime, they’d been together, through countless lifetimes. Yet, every time her laughter filled the air, it felt like falling in love all over again.

Sun Jae’s eyes softened as he looked at her. “I’ve always been waiting for the right person. I didn’t know it then, but deep down, it was always you, Sol- ah.”

Sol’s smile faded slightly as the weight of his words settled over her. The years of loneliness, of longing for the love she lost, of looking at him as he reached his dreams without her, all vanished with his heartfelt confession.

“I can’t believe how much time we’ve lost,” she murmured, her voice tinged with sadness.

Sun Jae reached out, his hand gently cupping her cheek. “We haven’t lost anything, Sol- ah. We’re here now. We have this moment, and every moment after.”

She leaned into his touch, closing her eyes as she felt the warmth of his hand. “I was willing to sacrificed myself, for you to be safe. But, I…it was so hard to forget you,” she cried.

“Shhh…all is well now,” he said softly. “Fate gave as a chance. And now, we can make the most of it.”

Sol opened her eyes and met his gaze, a mixture of hope and determination burning within her. “Then, let’s not waste any more time.”

Sun Jae smiled, his thumb brushing lightly against her skin. “Agreed.”

The spent the rest of the night talking, sharing stories and memories, filling in the gaps of the years they had spent spart, in all lifetimes. As dawn began to break, they lay side by side, hands entwined, feeling a sense of peace neither had known before.

Their journey was just beginning, a new chapter in a story that had spanned lifetimes. And as the sun rose, casting its golden light over them, they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, their bond was unbreakable.

They had found each other again, and this time, they were determined to hold on, never letting go.

#lovely runner #lovely runner fic #lovely runner fanfiction #smut #fanfiction #fanfic #ryu sun jae #im sol

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thisdayon · 4 months

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The scariest part about all of this is what would have happened if Sol never got the chance to go back in time.

Like Sun Jae would have killed himself, she would still be paralized but more than that they both would have be so alone because they never get the chance to know the love of their life.

I think even with everything that has happened, it's nice that they (or at least one of them) can remember the love they had and still have in every single timeline.

I'd rather have one of them dead but at least they would have experienced true love and some nice moments together

As Sun Jae said, if he ends up dying for Sol he'll be fine, and I'm sure it's the same for Sol

#lovely runner

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afza147 · 2 years

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Crash course in romance short ending rant

I feel dissastified on the ending especially on the main lead part.

This drama started great but turn haywire in ep15 and 16..( the important part of watching a drama ) the finale

Like the writer suddenly change person and turn a good drama into totally different drama.

I would like to point out several point of the scene that was unnecessary and could just add on a wedding scene or babies scene or dating scene with the main lead.

1.the appearance of hae Yi mother ( coz she end up leaving her again) might as well don't make the appearance at all

2.ji dong hui ending..( I wish it could be better than him killing himself) I was expecting him to receive therapy while in jail and teaching people in prison for math😅 I think that would be appropriate punishment or he received judgement for his killings

3.all the supporting couple got happy ending: jae woo and yeong ju is pregnant and married, haeyi and sunjae..( I was rooting for her and gon hui, but writernim decided to pair up with bang su a wtf😭)

I think su a should be with sun jae instead..

4. Main lead still not married n not pregnant after 2 years..I mean I'm fine with no marriage ..but no babies..come on..and we only got short lovey dovey scene at the end

Plus they not living together too..fuck..

5.the unnecessary scandal ( wasting time) but I get it it would lead to proposal..but still..writernim could do other thing

6.too much teaching..( I fine with 1 scene..we get it he successful) but this is crash course in romance..and not crash course in math.

7.also repeating scene ( of his opening his phone with his face) this is just ok error.

But truly the ending was wrapped up in a shabby way which make me think is this drama aiming for season2..or they change writer..

Again to kdrama writernim please please I begging ..please give the typical wedding and babies scene to the main lead

MAIN COUPLE

I REPEAT

MAIN COUPLE

Overall..I really love the pairing of chi yeol and haeng son..I wish there were more lovey dovey scene n kiss for them.but the wishes will never come true

Ratings: 4🧮/5🧮

Bcoz the ending for me suck and not to my liking..I'm sorry..plus I wish for more kiss

Only got 3 kiss from 16 ep..not enough

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lucerysxestermont · 1 year

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♛ THE STORMLANDS → present(s) LUCERYS DAEGON ESTERMONT , the LORD OF GREENSTONE / GUILDMASTER OF TRADE. when the dragons danced in the sky they thought the GREENS would still fly, but in the blink of an eye, they would all die. the TWENTY-NINE year old MALE who was INTELLIGENT & INQUISITIVE before they saw the first of the flames, is now HESITANT & JUDGING after seeing the last. through the ash, now they struggle to find salt-crusted books filled with the lore of distant shores, sun-kissed parchment and ink-stained fingers, the unwanted whispers of families talking instead of the remnants of the war of succession. ( justice smith )

-lucerys has been a man stuck between two worlds his entire life. the world of being a stormlander and the world of being a valyrian kin. his mother having more valyrian ancestry has added more to his families standing as a proper valyrian family. while they may not have the white hair of others many, including luc share the purple flecked eyes of their ancestors. while being names with two great valyrian names, lucerys has always found that he introduces himself as luc. -within the island of estermont luc grew up amongst a horde of brothers and sisters. his father and mother having 7 children all together. and luc was the third born son amongst them all. which meant he never knew what his place was. he was not the heir, not even the spare. but something else. he himself never quite fit in amongst the soldiering type but instead found himself to be more and more the scholarly type. -when he finally became of age luc left to join the maesters. wanting to have a life of research and travel and discovery. he wanted to travel to braavos more, see his mother’s family more, learn new and exciting things. and for a long time he was happy to just do that. he couldn’t swing a sword but he could become a knight of the mind -he studied for a few years quickly moving from novice to an acolyte, earning his chains. each one he got felt like he was finally making a name for himself. proving to his father and family his worth. and with each chain he earned another letter was sent from his father letting him know how proud he was. -luc studied very hard to gain his chains in astrology, star navigation, history, trade, coin, and many others. however one subject he had reall focused on was valyrian mysteries. he wanted to know more about his ancestry and what it all meant. the coveted valyrian steel link was one of the last links to be earned -however before luc could take his final vows life seemed to have another plan for him. news first reached him of the death of his father and eldest brother. theywas killed during the battles of the stepstones, fighting on the front lines for their kingdom. it was said their ship alone took down dozens of his enemies before going down. he came home for the funeral and to help his brother with anything he might need to suddenly become a ruling lord. -he was preparing to head back to his studies when he was summoned by his new king. jae informed him that he was now needed at home in greenstone and that he could not complete his vows. he could not give up his house’s name, his lordship, his land. not at a time like this. not when they needed the valyrian’s together. he knew there was little choice to refuse his king and so he returned home and was given a new position by the king to oversea the building of trade in his kingdom. -luc now feels even more out of place suddenly back in the courts. he assumed he would get to spend his life studying his books not having to play nice with lords and ladies again. he feels very much out of practice and out of luck.

HEADCANNONS

-luc has the purple eyes of the valyrians, of his mother, but often they are missed due to the fact he wears glasses most of the time. -luc has known he is pansexual for a long long time. however there was never much of chance to explore that side of him on his home island, seeing that word spread like wildfire there. it wasn’t until he was able to travel on his own that he was able to explore that side of him. however he still seems to strike out with women and men alike. he is not what anyone would describe as suave -while he does not appear to be, luc is incredibly strong. his father wanted to ensure all of his sons and daughters knew how to properly sail a ship. he spent a lot of his youth on ships helping to rig sails and such. since then he has kept up his strength, however his baggier shirts tends to hide any proof of his work -luc has been putting a lot of money towards trying to find his sister who is missing. there is a large reward for her safe return home as well as anyone who can find her. he believes in his heart she is still alive

#;;bio

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kira-the-whump-enthusiast · 1 year

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Issac for the emoji ask meme! Im pretty sure he's the forest guy! Or perhaps the detective guy tasked with finding the missing prince? So sorry, i forgot that guy's name (I put in a lot of emojis bc its fun to hear u talk about ur ocs)

⚠️ - If this oc came with a warning sign, what would it be?

💭 - How is their mental health? Do they struggle with guilt or shame?

❗- What are the highest priorities to this oc (at a point in their life of your choosing)?

🌊 - Does this oc have a secret or repressed desire?

✨ - Tell something that makes this oc feel happy!

🗡️ - Does this oc have a signature object, accessory, or weapon?

🧡 - Physical touch: good or bad for this oc?

🐺 - How does this oc deal with solitude?

🦷 - Would this oc ever bite someone?

📓 - Do you associate any quotes or lyrics with this oc?

Isaac did fuck off to the forest for an extended period of time yes :D And the detective guy is Ruqing!!! I'll answer these questions for both of them

Also thank you bestie :D I love your ocs too!!!

Questions from here <2

⚠️ - If this oc came with a warning sign, what would it be?

Okay Isaac is literally a walking warning sign. I don't even know how you could fit everything on it. I mean he's a serial killer, his ego is bigger than the sun, he is a cannibal, and he has extreme power and control issues. I feel like that'd be a good start for the warning sign.

Ruqing probably would have like. A warning sign that's like "under a fuck ton of stress right now." He is not doing well. Having an imminent execution does that to you.

💭 - How is their mental health? Do they struggle with guilt or shame?

HAHAHAHA you don't even know man.

Isaac has mental health problems because you know. The trauma. The tortures. He doesn't really feel any guilt or shame for his actions—but he does feel a lot of shame over the things people have done to him. Why couldn't he have stopped it? He copes with this by attempting to not think about it at all which is definitely extremely healthy.

Ruqing has a lot of guilt and shame. Especially over the whole almost-killing-his-only-friend thing. He has apologized for that so much and it eats at him every night. Sung-Jae just doesn't really wanna talk about it. He also feels ashamed cuz his former family and friends abandoned him—was he not good enough?

❗ - What are the highest priorities to this oc (at a point in their life of your choosing)?

Isaac's main priorities are to feel powerful, to make sure that no one hurts him ever again, and to enjoy himself as much as he can by doing whatever the fuck he wants to. Mostly these desires manifest in a lot of murder. And cannibalism. But that's Isaac for you. The safest person is a dead person--and murder is an easy power high for Isaac. So yeah, dude has problems.

Ruqing's highest priority is to stay alive, simple as that. Though, avoiding his execution means completing an impossible task to find the missing crown prince who's probably dead, so he's not sure if he can really achieve that. But he's not going out without at least fucking trying. His second highest priority, if he survives? To regain his place in the world, the status he once held. And maybe if he finds the missing prince, he'll be back in the good graces of his family, his friends, and the nobility.

🌊 - Does this oc have a secret or repressed desire?

Isaac has a lot of secrets, though few are particularly important to him. He loves lying and trickery (also it's a great way to get out of murder charges), so he has a lot of little secrets. He does try to keep them all hidden. His biggest secret is definitely like, all his trauma. He will not tell people about the lowest points in his life, because he prefers to pretend like they never happened. He wants to forget about the times he was powerless, helpless, and hurt.

Isaac definitely has a lotttttt of repressed desires. Like the desire to have a friend, or someone to be close to. Someone to trust. But that's buried under heaps and heaps of fear and cynicism, so it's not really getting unearthed anytime soon. And besides, he also thinks that everyone's beneath him--and so no one can be his confidant. Sometimes if he finds a fellow immortal, he'll give into camaraderie—which honestly he really fucking needs.

He also has a repressed desire that he feels a lot of shame about—namely, he wishes that someone could have saved him from his fate. The worst part about his time with the executioners, and his stint in the basement cell? He knew that someone could have helped him, saved him, and no one did. But this want goes so against Isaac's preferred image of himself--an island, an exalted being above the masses--that he can't help but hate himself whenever he feels this way.

Ruqing has secrets. He has lots of secrets. They're not his secrets, though. He keeps them for his family and his friends and his government because they matter to him, and also because he'd be damned if he spilled anything. He does have some repressed desires--he wishes that he could live a life with no strings attached. He wishes that his family's love wasn't so conditional, that his former friendships weren't so fragile at the core. It's a repressed desire cuz he kinda has an emotional overload when he thinks about it, so he bottles everything up instead.

✨ - Tell something that makes this oc feel happy!

Isaac would say all the murder and cannibalism makes him happy but honestly it mostly just gives him a sense of control which isn't exactly analogous to happiness. He doesn't really have much that makes him feel like really happy. Except for good food and wine.

Ruqing has a cat that makes him happy :D He loves her very much. Also just like, hanging out with Sung-Jae. Eating fancy chocolates. Things that can distract him from the very horrible turn his life has taken.

🗡️ - Does this oc have a signature object, accessory, or weapon?

Isaac has a old silver ring he wears on his right hand. It was stolen from his first ever victim, a woman named Marcelina. She's pretty much the only victim whose name Isaac cares to remember, cuz her name is engraved on the inside of the ring. It's also the only trophy he's ever taken, mostly cuz he wanted to commemorate his new life that started with the whole serial killing thing.

Ruqing has a fun little locket that Sung-Jae got him. It's a silvery thing with a picture of his cat inside. The cat is very cute and her name is Birdie.

🧡 - Physical touch: good or bad for this oc?

Isaac's not very good with physical touch. He does need a hug, but also he's really traumatized and tbh a hug prolly isn't the best thing for him. He's very jumpy about touch due to the fact that like. Most of the time he's had physical contact with other people, it's been very violent in nature. He's also pretty scared of other people hurting him. So like if someone were to touch him, he'd jump to conclusions. And try to hurt the other person first before they have any opportunity to hurt him. So yeah, not a good idea for anyone tbh. In very rare circumstances, a friend can touch him and walk away unscathed.

Ruqing needs a hug, and he's pretty receptive to physical touch! Honestly dude is pretty touch starved. The first time Sung-Jae hugged him he was holding back tears. Sometimes when he's having Emotions Sung-Jae and him hold hands :) they are besties

🐺 - How does this oc deal with solitude?

Isaac deals with solitude so so so fucking badly. Like he literally got immured alone in a basement for 200 years. He can stand being alone for short amounts of time, and honestly he's not really into people anyways so he's very isolated, but leaving this guy alone in a locked room is the quickest way to make this guy fucking panic. He tries to like, always be near other people, but never be with them. He likes cities, because there's a lot of people around but no one pays attention to him. Unless they're too crowded. Then he is biting and maiming to get away.

Ruqing used to be pretty good with solitude. Like he was the kinda guy who stayed home with a good book and a comfy chair. But now being alone makes him prone to go into a whole spiral about like, you know the whole execution and having to complete an impossible task to receive amnesty. Sometimes he needs to be alone to feel safe, but most of the time he likes having someone nearby. Especially Sung-Jae, cuz he feels really safe around her.

🦷 - Would this oc ever bite someone?

Isaac loves biting people! That's what. That's what he does. He commits cannibalism a lot you know. Also Isaac is a character in one of my friend's story and in that he literally greets one of his friends by jumping out of nowhere and biting him. For fun.

Ruqing isn't into biting. He doesn't get the point. He has better things to bite, like food.

📓 - Do you associate any quotes or lyrics with this oc?

THE ENTIRETY OF DR SUNSHINE IS DEAD FOR ISAAC This entire song is Extremely Isaac. I think the entire song fits him, but especially these two verses:

When did I become afraid of the dark? Are my eyeballs just yet to adjust to seeing the light? The room I’m in is still the same, the shadows have not rearranged it No the only thing that’s changed is how I see at night I fumble for the switch and strap on infrareds and wish For sunshine when the morning’s somewhere else But I can’t change what time it is or dilate my irises Only what I look at, and I’m looking at myself!

When did I become afraid of the dark? Was it when I left the cave and swore I’d never go back? If we can’t see each other then there’s no more use for hiding I’ve decided I’ll abide it, why deny the color black? I’m not a flower, not a solar-powered calculator Damn my eyes for seeing what’s not there! I’ll trade in vision for a practiced intuition Till my fears come to fruition I’m not scared!

Honestly I might be taking the song a little literally. But like hey! If it works it works!

For Ruqing- definitely The Song With Five Names!! Also by Will Wood actually and from the same album lmao I think it's the existential crisis vibes, and these lyrics from the song especially:

You can break a shovel when you break new ground You dig dirt up when you dig deep down You should know better than that by now It’s not profound to know that you can never know

#kira talks #my ocs <2 #oc isaac #oc ruqing #I answer asks in an extremely timely manner. as you can see #I'm sorry this ask is like from 2022 I think #but anyways. these guys are blorbo

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staysuki · 3 years

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🥦 SWEET LIKE CANDY (II) | h.hj smau

041—ENACTMENT.

warnings: underground crime, mention of death, killing, and pills.

word count: 4k

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“wait wait wait, what do you mean ‘take care of him’?” hyunjin piped as he tried to wrap his head around the words of the people around him, some people that he never even interacted with in the first place.

“stupid much?” jae muttered which earned him a warning glare from seungmin.

you were all huddled in the modest living room of the kim household—brian, wonpil, jae, you, seungmin, and then hyunjin. during the late hours of the night where the youngest kim is out for dance practice, his older brothers took this as a chance to reconvene and talk about the shady happenings without getting jake involved—too bad they didn’t know you were talking to him about it.

you thought things would be awkward at first, it was a room full of people that barely got along but it seemed like everyone was united on focusing against a common enemy. you thought jae would be more spiteful towards hyunjin but he didn’t really mind him much aside from a few passive aggressive remarks here and there. you also thought it would be more tense having him in the same room as you but seeing him walk through the door looking worse for wear made you feel a little guilty. he’s been going through so much and probably the last thing on his mind was your petty warring with him. he looked so sullen, sunken bags under his eyes resulting from constant paranoia and sleepless nights. he looked like he could barely keep himself standing, already slumping against the couch as he sat and listened to his friends talk about his situation, he barely even made eye contact with anyone—much less you. it was a bit off-putting, seeing him look so differently especially when the last time you saw him, he looked crisp and happy to be in the gallery.

“don’t fret, hwang.” brian quipped, “that was a crass way of putting it, all we meant is that we’re going to deliver some justice without going through the judicial system.”

“that is not a better way to phrase that at all,” wonpil said then looked towards hyunjin, “it’s nothing extreme, we’re getting them behind bars but we can’t rely on the government, i’m sure they have a lot of ties.”

hyunjin nodded, albeit apprehensively, trying to make sense of everything.

“d-do we have anything on felix..?” your eyes wide in curiosity as you laid your question to the group, a thin veil of silence had spread, making wonpil the first one to break it.

“i… might have something. but i can’t say for certain that it’ll work..” the oldest kim said.

“what is it?” your brother asked yet wonpil shook his head slightly.

“i can’t say what it is for now.. it’s a bit risky and outlandish. but just trust me on this one.”

“swear on a pill?” brian asked with an eyebrow raised towards wonpil and he nodded.

“swear on a pill.”

“what does that mean?” hyunjin asked.

“it’s just a thing we had back when we were partners. whenever we’d go for a dangerous job we had pills in our mouths so we don’t fall into enemy hands. it’s an insta-kill, it’s our way of saying that we swear on our life—we just gotta trust him.” brian explained, everyone nodded in understanding, even if it was a bit of a dark twist.

“so how’s this gonna happen then?” jae asked, putting the conversation back on track.

seungmin stood up straight, dusting of his pants as he stood up to explain, “well, since brian is a trusted lawyer—and a good mercenary—we already have plans laid out, and the sooner we can execute them, the better. we were thinking probably tomorrow.”

“tomorrow evening. i have actual work during the day.” brian clarified.

“alright, tomorrow when the sun sets.” seungmin repeated, “given the fact that it took us almost more than a week to get this set up, we’ve already given them a big leeway since the time hyunjin discovered about their schemes, it’s no doubt that they made reparations to their cover to make up for the loss of source. they had the time but we’re gonna hit them with the most dangerous weapon of all—information.”

“hwang hyunjin, do you know why han jisung is so revolved around you?” brian tilted his head as he placed his hands on the table, leaning over to hyunjin to stare him straight in the eyes. the younger one’s pupils shook, uncertainty and fear coursing through his veins as he shook his head slowly.

“once upon a time, there were two best friends, one was rich and one was poor. yet the rich one acquired their wealth through works of blood money, dirty dealings, and criminal activity. while the poor one, kept their dignity intact, worked their ass off and remained honest, a pure being. yet with a person so pure, they can only take so much suffering before they finally succumb to evil.” brian started, “the poor person finally gave into the rich guy’s offering—work for him and be wealthy together. and so they did. the poor person suddenly got a lot of money, but a piece of their heart remained untainted—feeling guilty of such crimes as regret and shame filled his veins. he moved up into a middle class citizen.. but at what cost?”

hyunjin listened intently, alongside everyone else. but the cloud of recognition was slowly filling his eyes as he carefully pieced the stories together, his eyes boring on the table in serious thought as brian continued.

“and so… the poor man did the unthinkable—he betrayed his very best friend for the sake of good. the rich man had always been under surveillance, a little push was all the authorities needed to get him behind bars, and the poor man gave them that push. the evidence they needed to nail him down— in exchange for a pardon, of course. the poor man went back to his old lifestyle, yet a little piece of him was already gone.. alongside his best friend, due to the world he dipped himself in. such a shame, truly.”

as the story finished, hyunjin looked up into brian’s expectant eyes, waiting for him to hammer it down.

“han jungho—jisung’s father—his partner..” hyunjin gulped, “his partner was my dad.”

brian gave him a small pat before standing upright, leaning off the table, “bingo.”

hyunjin felt sick, he felt like puking but at the same time, his throat felt dry. the room was spinning, it felt crowded yet there wasn’t even anyone near him. it was overwhelming, all to the point of convolutedness.

hyunjin always thought that after a certain period in time, his father became strange, no longer the diligent man that he had grown up with. ever since he was a kid, they didn’t have a lot, during school events, hyunjin was always the child that didn’t have anyone—always asking a teacher to stand by his side instead. but he understood, they needed the money, his dad needed to work. everything was alright because at the end, he knew he was raised with love.

even if he never get to see his mother, even if his father is always out for work, he knew that everything would be okay. until things started changing.

they could suddenly afford things they couldn’t before, he even started to have a babysitter for a while (which was definitely not needed, by the way, nine year old hyunjin would protest). but his father started growing more distant, cold… scary.

ever since then, their relationship started going array. the older hyunjin got, the more bitter he became, and soon enough, it was like they never loved each other at all.

“my guess is that jisung might be out for revenge, or perhaps it’s his father that is. earn enough money to make bail or at least, discreetly get jungho out of jail through illegal measures all the while striking the person that stabbed him on the back—or his son.” brian went on, continuing on his tangent of theories but hyunjin already muted everything off.

“i think i might need some air.” hyunjin said, breaking the conversation as he went out, asking permission from no one in particular.

seungmin gave him a few minutes, but he knew that his best friend needed noise. leave hyunjin alone with his own thoughts and eventually he’ll break himself. he knew that, and so, he followed his friend outside, finding him heaving deep breaths as he looked up at the moon with scorn, wondering what wrong he had done in his life to be wrapped up in such a mess.

“you alright?” seungmin asked, checking in on the welfare of his friend. hyunjin turned to face him, a weary expression on his face.

“at this point, i don’t know, but i know there’s nothing i can do about it either.”

“i know you crashed at nayeon’s place for a while, why didn’t you just tell me?”

hyunjin exhaled his sharp eyes mirroring those of seungmin’s, “because you’ve already helped me so much and there’s really nothing i can give back to you—”

“i’m not doing it because i want something in return, i’m doing it because we’re friends.”

“yeah but still.” hyunjin’s eyebrows were furrowed in frustration, not having any proper rebuttal aside from letting his manly ego talk.

“your pride will be the death of you, hwang hyunjin.” seungmin said, and he meant it with all his heart. after all, such pride was what made hyunjin be blind to a lot of things—betrayal was one of them—or perhaps it was the empathetic heart that he hides underneath all of his tough exterior.

“do you think all those years of “friendship” meant nothing?” hyunjin asked no one in particular, but seungmin took it upon himself to answer.

“questioning such motives will just lead to more questions and heartbreak, at this point, it’s better to just accept it and move on. lee felix and han jisung are scum, end of story.”

“do you think he targeted me because of our fathers’ past?” hyunjin continued, questions filling his head yet no one in the house had an answer—only jisung himself had them, he knew that, yet there was no way to attain them.

“maybe. maybe not. maybe he’s just working under the direction of his father, who knows. brian has ideas but they’re all just guesses.”

“what’s going to happen after… all of this? don’t you think it’s a bit hard to come back to normal after everything that had happened?”

seungmin simply shrugged, “we move on, hyunjin, we move on.”

“tonight?! seriously? what the hell is going on??” jake choked on his frappuccino as you recounted all the details of the meeting last night, agreeing to meet him in a quaint and cozy coffee shop to discuss discrete matters—probably not the best idea as you had to shush him from talking too loud.

you surveyed the surroundings, there weren’t many customers aside from boring corporate workers and stressed out college students wrapped up in their own tasks, you released a relieved sigh before turning back to glare at a sheepish jake who apologized for his lack of volume control.

“look, all i know is that they can take down han jisung for sure, but felix… is a little bit tricky. i dont know how they’re going to do it. it’s also mostly wonpil hyung and brian hyung talking about the plan in detail to themselves because they can’t risk getting everything exposed— jae oppa doesn’t want to be a part of it so he chose to excuse himself. even seungmin doesn’t know what they’re going to do.”

“maybe submit a case report?” jake stated and you shrugged.

“i don’t know, they said they won’t be able to take him down through straightforward ways.”

jake leaned on the table, getting closer to you as he lowered his hushed voice, “do you think they’re going to kill them..?”

your eyes widened in surprise, at this point, you were certain that they could be capable of such crimes, but you wanted to take such thoughts away for now, “jesus, i hope not.”

you cleared your throat, trying to swallow negativity along with it, as much as jisung and felix are bad people, you didn’t want to think about the people close to you committing such gruesome sins, “i think they’re going to corner jisung, cut his contact with felix and then take them down separately. although felix works best alone, jisung can’t function without felix—that’s probably the main core of the plan.”

jake nodded in understanding, “i see… maybe brian hyung is gonna recruit more people from his underground business to help.”

“maybe.”

“what do you think felix will do?” his eyes were filled with curiosity as the conversation went on. as much as he wanted to be a part of his brothers’ dealings, he couldn't help but be a simple, awed outsider as well. it felt like watching a series, or reading a mystery novel. all the juicy deets and the ‘what’s-gonna-happen-next’ excitement.

“i don’t know. he’s unpredictable, we don’t even know whether he’s going to stay loyal to jisung—seungmin thinks he wouldn’t, and their whole plan probably relies on that assumption…”

jake was in deep thought, although he looked like a simpleton, he was good at figuring out holes—as you pieced together the small details of the plan for him, his mind was wiring with thoughts of a performance.. a center stage choreographed as a heist. he can see all the movements of the plan—harsh, strong, and filled with desperation. it was a dangerous dance to witness yet it keeps you on the edge of your seat even when you know it’s going to turn out okay.

the grand finale of the performance, jake can tell that it’s messy—going awry as his mind envisions the gang trying to pin down felix… the dance becomes static, broken and almost puppet-like as felix takes control of the stage.

a wild card.

the plan needed to go smoothly but felix’s presence would prevent that from happening. jake can feel the massive blackhole in seungmin’s plan, he was risky, playing a dangerous game as he bet most of it into thinking felix won’t be loyal to jisung. maybe he would, maybe he wouldn’t, but that unpredictability is what makes him the most dangerous.

jake thinks of everything like it’s a choreography, and felix is the one thing that keeps the plan from being perfect. at that moment, he knew that he needed to tip the scales to iron out the mistakes.

all without nobody’s knowledge.

you two split ways, not knowing any better that your conversation with jake would change the wires of the plan as you gave him a lot of the crucial information he needed in order to put his hand into this situation. you left thinking that he was simply just the normal jake—but kims will be kims, and they wouldn’t be themselves without the hidden darkness that plagues their person.

wonpil has it, seungmin has it, and without anybody noticing, jake possesses it too.

and he's now yet to unleash it.

as you walked back home, you couldn’t help but appreciate the comfortness of familiarity it brings. it feels like everything was normal, the path back to your neighborhood, the faint barking of dogs in the afternoon, the shifting of trees in the wind.

it felt almost peaceful. a stop in motion as everything else around you is going crazy.

home feels life a safe haven.

too bad it’s a sanctuary that is now also disrupted.

“what the hell is he doing here…?” your eyes shifted to your brother’s, your voice filled with awkward uncertainty as you looked between him and hyunjin in the dining area.

“he—needed, ahem, a place to crash.” jae explained between spoonfuls of mashed potatoes as he tried to chew through his words.

“uhh what?” you responded, still feeling weirdly about it.

jae swallowed the last of his meal before turning back to you, “he needed a place to—”

“yeah yeah, i heard you the first time, you can’t just repeat things and expect me to get it without an explanation.”

this time, it was hyunjin that answered, “i needed a—”

“—place to crash! i get it, jesus christ, i swear to god you definitely just tried saying that on purpose to annoy me.”

“can you guys hate each other in private, this is getting annoying.” jae snapped, trying to silence the both of you but you just glared at him in disbelief, not comprehending how your brother could side with the enemy. “i can read your face, y/n, he’s not the enemy—right now.”

you and hyunjin both rolled your eyes at your brother’s words and you simply just gestured towards your brother to have a talk with him in private which he, snarkily, obliged.

you pulled him towards the kitchen, watching him wash his dish on the sink, “what the hell??”

“what do you want me to say, y/n? that wonpil and brian both talked me into housing him for a while for maybe a bit of cash and also because of legal jargon that i didn’t understand but basically he needs to be somewhere safe right now and living with you is the last place that anyone would ever think of in terms of looking for him?” he said in one breath as he rinsed the plate, not once ever making eye contact with you as he simply found the situation exhausting.

you groaned in defeat, already been given the exact rundown of the situation albeit in an annoying way. you hated how even though your brother is filthy rich from playing video games all day, he’s still a stickler with money and is easily swayed to do anything for some money.

as much as jae hated hyunjin for tormenting you during your childhood days, your older brother definitely started to gain more insight on the situation as he conversed with his old pals in private about hyunjin’s situation. he may be strict, but he has a heart, and it showed in how he cared for his younger ones—which was now slowly extending towards hyunjin, apprehensively. he also has a soft spot for helping people that were in dire need of it.

you went back to the dining room, glaring at hyunjin who just seemed so out of place under your own roof. he sat with his back straight, looking around curiously at the place even though there really wasn’t anything interesting to look at.

“how long are you staying here?” you asked, trying to level with him. you felt bad for him, and you didn’t want to dig up a long history of petty fights because of his current situation—but your house was supposed to be a safe haven, a place of peace outside the messy world, and having him within that space was less than desirable.

he simply shrugged at the question, not knowing himself when his life would be able to get back on track.

you huffed, not pressing any further. not that you cared, you were simply trying to be polite, perhaps offering a small olive branch in the form of a vaguely concerned question—again, not that you actually cared.

you fished out your phone, hoping to rant to someone available. maybe ryujin, maybe jake, or perhaps applaud seungmin because this is probably his brilliant idea (note: sarcasm).

as you scrolled through your contact list, unable to choose from the oh-so-many friends that you have, your fingers went on autopilot as you mindlessly clicked on instinct, not even realizing who you called until you heard a ringtone on the other side of the room, making you whip your head back in surprise.

hyunjin looked flustered as his fingers hovered over his phone, debating whether to answer an incoming call or not. your stupid brain started to malfunction as you looked between your phone and his and then decided to hang up, which also ended the call on hyunjin’s end.

of course.

it wasn’t seungmin.

it wasn’t felix.

everything clicked in your head, the truth that you had tried to deny for so long, hoping that it’ll eventually be false once you ignore it further.

“ca—” you sputtered over your words, accidentally choking on your own spit as you tried to utter the name, alerting hyunjin of your presence which he was trying to ignore.

though his face was still in a mild panic, but now for a different reason.

he definitely saw the contact name on your phone.

synopsis: long time rival hwang hyunjin has been the bane of your existence for as long as you can remember. thank god your secret anon textmate always has your back— sweet, caring, and good with words. definitely not like hwang at all.

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enemies or...? | kokichi ouma

summary: to everyone else, you two were constantly at each others throats, couldn't even be left in the same room alone. however when its just the two of you, it wasn't what it seemed.

requested by: anonymous

content warning: fluff! vague mentions that it take place during the killing semester

jae has something to say: idk how i feel about this, i think that since i haven’t written for basically a month that it’s not up to par…?

your friends would practically groan once the two of you were in the same room, there wasn’t a point in time when the two of you weren’t at each other’s neck. constantly calling each other names, throwing insults, anything either of you could do to set the other off.

“just ignore him and he’ll leave you alone.” your friends tell you. of course, you try, but it only lasts five minutes before you two are back at each other like normal, much to your friends dismay.

however one thing no one has noticed is how kokichi has never pulled any pranks on you even if you two claim to “hate” each other and no matter how many times tenko offers her help, you always refuse. was there something they were missing? if you two couldn’t stand to be around another why were you always around on each other?

however once the bedtime announcement goes off and mostly everyone is in their respective rooms, the ultimate supreme leader is out. carefully avoiding the student council patrolling the halls before rushing in your dorm basically jumping in your arms.

“s/o! i missed you!” he whines in your chest, you laugh lightly, your fingers coming to caress his messy hair. he tightens his grip on you sighing into your affections.

this is how you two were truly like behind closed doors, no insults or petty arguments. just enjoying each other’s presence, why was your relationship a secret? neither of you could remember why, maybe it’s due to kokichi’s declining reputation with everyone else or just the situation you two were in.

it didn’t matter.

he removes his face from your figure looking you in your eye, “can i stay with you tonight? just to protect you of course!” you give him a smile, moving your hands to cup his cheek leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips.

not only were these the only times you two could be affectionate, it was the only time that kokichi was able to be vulnerable with you, he didn’t have to lie and cover his true feeling or intentions. he could finally be himself.

you both lay on your bed pulling him into your embrace, nothing else has to be said. you both wish you could stay here forever, but once the sun rises again and the morning announcement go off. you two were holding up the façade again.

#danganronpa imagines #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa headcanons #v3 x reader #kokichi oma x reader #kokichi ouma x reader #kokichi x reader

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fic rec vi ♡

hi!

this is a another new set of fic rec and i’ll probably do a compilation of genre (?) just like the first ones.

made some changes like tidying up a bit and adding summary, for those that doesn’t have any summary i’ll try my best to add my own summary (it will probably be shit tho, i ain’t making a smut summary guys, i’m not confident in my describing a fic ability but i’ll try my best. if its in italic it means i made the summary hehez ) if the summary is shit, i made it okay.

read and support the fic and authors here: the fic rec ♡

a for angst

f for fluff

s for smut

// for series or list

nct

jeno

no title by @tyongf-nct | s

- smut blurb.

body guards and boyfriend by @pastelsicheng | f

- sometimes the only way you can really get some alone time with your boyfriend is by making his job hard.

lipstick smears by @kopikokun | f

- jeno never thought trying to get his makeup artist’s attention would be this hard.

jaehyun

[10:30] by @moonttaeil |

- a lockdown moment.

[2:40] by @nct-jungjaehyun | f a

- cute quality fluff time with bf!jae with a dash of angst.

[11:41] by @jeongvision | f

- family time with apples.

just like magic by @starryhyuck | f s

- jung jaehyun’s body count is almost as high as yours. however, after yuta spreads a nasty rumor, you learn that jaehyun’s always imagined those girls to be you instead.

love to hate me by @moonctzeny | s a

- you and jaehyun meet as sm trainees, developing a friendship until he debuts and you decided to leave the company and pursue a solo career. when you reunite again in a music show and he acts like he barely knows you, you stubbornly begin a series of hate-brimmed sex rendez-vous. your touch-and-go relationship continues on, until a song collaboration will force you both to deal with all your repressed feelings for each other.

moving on by @ddeonghwaa | f a

- reader has been chasing jae for some time but when she moved on jae suddenly enter the picture.

sun&moon by @ppangjae | f a

- asking jeong jaehyun to accompany you to your family’s 1-week christmas vacation as your boyfriend has its consequences. one can surely get through 1 week of pretending to be in love with an enemy, right?

snack run with a snack by @kopikokun | f

- on your usual movie night with the members, they assign you sudden snack collecting duty. you’re a little peeved, but at least jaehyun offers to tag along. Unfortunately for you, things really aren’t going in your favour tonight.

lover boy by @neoct-zen | f s

- bunch fics of lover boy jae and reader.

jungwoo

one more time, please by @haequarius | f s

- you don’t know what you and Jungwoo are, but you are certainly weak for him.

jealous by @whiplashsan | s

- jungwoo is all smiles and sunshine until he gets jealous, and he just so happens to get jealous over the smallest things when it comes to you.

doyoung

sugar, spice and everything not nice by @alreadyblondenow | s

- doyoung getting your ring size wrong, unprotected sex, kitchen sex, slight fingering, wedding tragedies.

no title by @ncteaxhoe | s

- dom!doyoung, rough? i need holy water.

the little one by @ethaeriyeol | f

- a gift of life; female reader x husband!Doyoung; fluff, light angst, married au

lucas

exquisite taste by @weishenkonbini | s f

- smut but with a fluffy ending.

for you always by @labyrinthsofyou | f

- in which you surprise yukhei when he forgets about your date.

6:19 by @cozykpopblurbs | f

- a cute fluff ft kun and winwin.

10:18 pm by @nctsoftarchives | f

- reader supports lucas at his superm debut stage.

16:47 by @sichengssmile | f s

- a fluffy smut. lucas a big boi.

missed you by @tokyobts | a f

- after you and yukhei broke up, yukhei still has feelings for you. he reaches out to you at school and tries to get you back. at first you avoid him but later his actions manage to make your heart flutter. you’ve come to a sudden conclusion that you maybe still want him in your life.

johnny

34 + 35 by @domjaehyun | s

- you and your husband johnny decide to take your marriage to the next step.

i couldn’t wait a little longer by @alreadyblondenow | s f a

- you two were never together longer than two days, but the feelings, oh the feelings that you have for each other is clear as the day. it was a never-ending try of making the relationship official. johnny tried, you tried but it never happens.

what happens in korea, not stays in korea by @alreadyblondenow | f s

- a week vacation in korea for your sister’s wedding became even more exciting when a famous dj had a crush on you. johnny was sure that it’s love at first sight. not putting both of your careers on the line, you two had no regrets when the time comes and you finally leave.

laundry day by @immabiteyou | s

- a domestic fluffy smut.

make a wish by @sluttyten | s f a

- you’re jungwoo’s sister, and he’s made it clear he wants you and Johnny to have nothing to do with each other. so you and johnny start fake dating to piss him off.

want it all by @sluttyten | f s

- you are entirely innocent to the point of being naive. johnny is not innocent, but he loves that you are because it means he can teach you everything you don’t know.

sungchan

wish i was her by @softsungchan | f a

- you wished you were her, laying in Sungchan’s arms and feeling his warm breath on your neck, giggling about sweet nothings whispered into the starry night. You wished for it to be you, the girl he liked.

2:21 am by @the32ndbeat | f

- sungchan being whipped, thru a text message.

haechan

14:52 by @ukiyoexo | f

- a cute haechan and reader ft the reader’s baby sister moment.

prince’s order by @nsheetee | f

- prince haechan nurses you after you faint, and orders you to stay with him until you feel better.

sweet treat by @markresonates | s

- haechan takes you for ice cream but all you can think about is sex with him. when you act like a brat, eventually you end up in the bathroom. with no panties.

clingy by @love-mi | f

- I’m not clingy! I just love your company and constantly want to be around you and have your full attention at all times

mark

hyuck is always right by @luvrenjun00 | f

- ceo!mark x reader ft baby donghyuck. a tooth-rotting fluff.

taeyong

snow storm by @whereisten | f s

- a fluffy smut whilst a snow storm.

1:59 by @smoll-tangerine | f

- reader and taeyong ft my favorite game (where i always die first) among us!

bts

taehyung

is this allowed 1 2 by @seokiie | f s

- how were you supposed to know bts would be filming at your coffee shop today? how were you supposed to know a certain curly-haired boy would take a liking to you?

cabin pressure | f by @jiminrings | f

- pilot!y/n who accidentally became famous bc of a viral post about her, best friend!jimin!, taehyung having a shy lil crush on you aND ot7 being meanies for a tad bit :((

art major!tae and biochem major!yn | f by @jiminrings | f

- tae’s cold and probably needs a friend more than he needs a model, y/n feels this nEED to take care of him, a term of enderment then a dash of emotional constipation and a sprinkle of jealousy :D

gank mid lane by @kimtaehyunq | f s

- gank / verb: (in a video game) use underhand means to defeat or kill (a less experienced opponent)

birthday surprise by @ephemeralkookie |

- like every year, you prepare a little surprise for your boyfriend’s birthday, one that you’ve been preparing for days. and after a very tiring day, taehyung only wants to spend the night in your loving arms.

jungkook

cookies & cream | s by @1kook | f s

- jungkook will watch a thousand cheesy christmas movies if it meant making you happy. (and maybe having his dick sucked.)

unholy night | s by @ephemeralkookie | f s

- after a christmas day passed with the Jeon’s family, Jungkook decides to transform the holy night into an unholy one.

‘a short’ abstinence | s a by @seokiie | s a

- maybe blue-balling you boyfriend (who has an insanely high sexual drive) wasn’t the best.

in which she’s done with him by @minstrivia | a

- jungkook angst/fluff where he always pushes oc away (who confesses her feelings but was cruelly rejected) and insults her but she always comes back to take care of him when he’s drunk or picks him up from his one night stands and she finally decides to leave him alone.

bad influence by @noteguk | s

- in which you know jungkook is a bad influence on you, but you can’t avoid falling for him every time.

jock!jk and shy art major!yn by @jiminrings | f

- established relationship ft. jock!jk and shy art major!y/n, y/n gets an unexpected pep talk and jungkook doubts himself, and either so much tears or so much dUST according to kook

special affair by @1oserjk | f

- sugar daddy au except it’s just jk spoiling u thru animal crossing

fairy of shampoo by @ironicarmy | f s

- sundays are for relaxation, house cleaning, and happiness.

abstract ft bob ross by @mimithings97 | f

- paintbrush in one hand, joint in the other and you sitting on his dick is what jeongguk wants. and what jeongguk wants, jeongguk gets.

badboy!jungkook by @jungshookz | f

- badboy!jungkook falls for good girl reader ft the boys and the reader’s apple.

growing by @lesgetittkookie | f

- dad!jungkook teacher his daughter how to walk. super super cute family/domestic fluff.

quiet, baby by @bratkook | s

- i don’t how to write a summary on smuts so imma just put this. reader and jungkook doing something in the subway.

still want that by @whatifyoulivelikethat | s

- fucking min yoongi ex-girlfriend? a terrible idea. being hopelessly in love with her at the same time? an even worse idea. knowing he was being used and still doing it anyway? ah, Jeon Jungkook, what are you doing? part 2 of savage love.

desiderium by @jeonggukingdom | f s

- “we’ve been at it like rabbits, how are you still so horny?”. a newlyweds!au smut.

chapstick by @softyoongiionly | f s

- based on the time Jungkook said he needed someone to scold him so he’d remember to put lip balm on. or jungkook’s had a really long day and the only that can make it better, is seeing you.

lover boy by @jingukk | f

- jungkook likes you. a lot.

unexpected confession by @sunkissedjk | f

- you gathered up the courage to confess your feelings, but it seems everyone in school knows about it before you could even find him.

string attached by @ephemeralkookie | s

- jungkook is what we can call your sexfriend. No strings attached, just you and him having fun and releasing the huge pressure and stress of being idols. But after spending an entire day together, you realize that maybe he’s not just your sexfriend.

no title by @himbojk | f s

- dilf jk.

astro

eunwoo

ceo!eunwoo by @m0onbean

no title by @yutopiada | f

- a cute idol!reader and eunwoo moment at a music show.

disney by @bangchan-sonyeondan | f

- a cute date with eunwoo at disney. reader likes vintage things hence using a disposable camera.

baby, it’s cold outside by @fresh-outta-jams | f

- a cute cold christmas fluff with eunwoo ft. the boys. reader went to the boys’ place for a sweater and cocoa gift exchange.

got7

yugyeom

cruel brothers by @imsarabum | f

- jackson and jaebum have always acted as if they were your big, overprotective brothers. so when they both walk in on you and yugyeom in a very intimate position, things get a little tense!

txt

soobin

a special night by @gyuluster | f

- an intimate insight on the first night of choi soobin’s wedding, consisting of kitchen floors, witches and an eternity of love.

boughs & branches by @jeogiyall | f

- decorating the tree with boyfriend! choi soobin from txt! fluffity fluff fluff with a lot of cute fluff thrown in and a dash of christmastime fluff.

sleepy binnie by @immabiteyou | s

- “i’ll let you do anything if you just touch me now. “ a sleepy soobin smut.

cake by @immabiteyou | s

- reading waiting for mc soobin with the guys. a cute fluffy smut moment.

kpop oc/s

seri by @ggukkiedae

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prncssguya · 3 years

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i want to find that person who commented on one of my posts saying they believed kang yo han killed soo hyun and his brother, i want to be petty but i just don’t have the energy. i’m an emotional wreck actually.

i’ve been saying this for a while but there’s something about this watch, they’re putting great emphasis on it for some reason

he was so hurt that ga on is now looking at him like everyone else has viewed him his entire life: a monster, a devil.

- the president said he manipulated the electric chair so does that mean if ga on hadn’t interfered, that scheme would have been revealed??

i’ve always known yo han was innocent and couldn’t help but be so frustrated with ga on’s character, but i really can’t even be angry with him anymore. i mean just the absolute devastation, sadness, emptiness on his face (jinyoung has to win something for this role or else 🔫), man i felt it and it hurt like hell. i find ga on to be one of the most pitiable and pathetic characters. he’s giving me han seo level angst. i saw a comment on youtube saying they hope ga on has a bad end and he doesn't deserve a good one after everything he's done to yo han. that person really needs to do some self reflection (and anyone criticizing him). people trashing him wouldn’t even last as long as he have (i know I wouldn’t bc i fold at the slightest inconvenience). my boy lost both his parents, had to learn to survive on his own, had a best friend/almost lover from childhood tragically killed in front him, a man he viewed as a father figure emotionally manipulated him, and bc of evil forces, he mistakenly betrayed the man who brought him into his family and loved him. how could you possibly hate this person?? he’s a victim. this was a long-game manipulation that he got caught up in. if you ever think your life is miserable, think about what Kim Ga On has been through

this scene really broke me...

he didn't care about the what the world thought about him, at that very moment he only wanted gaon to believe him, he only cared about Gaon bc he didn't want to lose him🥺 and from yohan’s perspective, he will never know all the many times ga on actually defended him 😩

“You’re Master Yohan’s weakness that I planted.” sun ah it’s on sight 😤🔪 and that jae hee bish

she was a psycho from day one. kidnaps and sexually assaults him, turns gaon against him, kills one of his closest people, and continues making him miserable yet she STILL expects love and affection from him

i’m sick, jung sun ah was at ga on’s coronation. so we finally got an answer to the question of why no one was questioning ga on’s resemblance to issac, they’ve known, they’ve always known ohmygod. he’s just been used as a tool. YOHAN CALLED HIM GAON-AH TWICE. WE GOT IT BUT AT WHAT COST

BUT DID Y’ALL FEEL THE HOPELESSNESS WHEN GA ON FINALLY FIGURED OUT THAT IT WAS ALL A MANIPUALATION? AND YO HAN SAYING DON’T BOTHER 🥲🥲🥲 AND YO HAN’S DESPERATION TO KEEP THE TRUTH ABOUT THE FIRE HIDDEN 🙃🙃🙃🥲🥲🥲 Ji Sung really acted his heart out

it's so sad bc yohan had no clue why gaon was trying to stab him but he didnt even question why gaon was doing this to him. he's so used to being treated like a monster that even when he's about to get stabbed by the person he loves so much, he just accepts it. yohan didnt even care he could be killed, he just didnt want gaon to live his life in guilt…just like how he let himself be the culprit so elijah wouldnt live her life in guilt for he always chooses to sacrifice himself for others 💔💔💔 and that’s why he never corrected the nanny or elijah when they thought the worst of him, bc as long as they thought he did it, they wouldn’t seek out the truth. when it comes to devasting truths, some things are better left hidden. Yo Han…my god, what a man

i’ve figured for a while now, as i think a lot of us did, that elijah was the one to set the fire by accident. it doesn’t make it hurt less, poor thing if she finds out. i hope she never does.

poor ga on was so in shock he couldn’t even move from his position on the floor

he’s cried in like every episode, don’t fall apart yet ga on ㅠㅠㅠㅠ but i fear he has. when the screen faded to black and white, it was symbolizing how he’s dead inside and the light has left him. ㅅㅂ 김가온 죽지 마 ㅠㅠㅠ 😭

yo han…my love, i’m so sorry all this has happened to you. it seems like this man’s loved ones are cursed. i’m grateful, even if just for a moment, he felt the warmth of what a real family would feel like with elijah and ga on.

this final frame gave me goosebumps, the utter shock, devastation and hopelessness he must be feeling. i’m not going to make any theories about the final episode, i just want it to play out. i don’t want to hear anything about it and just be surprised and i’m actually glad they didn’t give a preview, this ep was too much.

man i’m overwhelmed, how are they going to wrap this up in one episode? crying for my lawful family

me during the last few minutes:

#the devil judge #kdrama #tdj ep 15 #gahan #lawful husbands #kim ga on #kang yo han #going to listen to dive for some good vibes #park jinyoung #got7 jinyoung #jinyoung please do a romcom next #jinyoung stop picking the most traumatic characters please #the writers are so sick for this 😖

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axdently · 2 years

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𝑳𝑬𝑬 𝑱𝑶𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑼𝑲, 𝑯𝑬/𝑯𝑰𝑴 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑵𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑺, 𝑫𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑴𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑫𝑬

( 𝑪𝑼𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑫-𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫, 𝑲𝑵𝑶𝑾𝑵 𝑻𝑶 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑷𝑼𝑩𝑳𝑰𝑪 )

To HAN JAE SONG, the whole world looks like an open page. With a leap of faith, their ability of FILTH MANIPULATION little stronger. They are a BLUE RINGED OCTOPUS shade aligned to HOUSE FRASER. For THIRTY-EIGHT years, they have survived a world of magic with both their CLEVERNESS and MESSINESS. They work as an Infectious Disease Specialist, but if they could change their fate, they’d want to keep his family safe and away from his own blood thirsty appetite.

─── 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒.

You’re not the type to reminisce over your childhood since it was, to your knowledge, one of the worst in the history of mankind. But one thing you can attribute to growing up in such a tragic story was learning how to create a poker face– to this day you wear a mask to the world, and keep those awful parts hidden as much as possible. The memories fester deep within but they will never fully surface– never again. They’d dragged you out of the forest by your arm–

They covered your face with cloth, and you were taken to a facility with bars and locked rooms. You don’t remember the letters or numbers on those doors– but you do remember a glowing EXIT sign so visible yet so far away. You didn’t understand why or how people could do the things that they did to you. You remember other little boys and girls in the same experimental labs– they’re wounds seemed far less severe than the rotting immune system you carried with every tiny footstep.

Friends weren’t a luxury and bonding in that torment, you’d find never suit you, until you met a twelve year old to teach you the ropes. He was a hero with no cape, a brother you couldn’t keep and a friend you still have to this day. In many ways he saved your life, but the pair of you are good at shrugging those things off.

─── 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒.

NAME: Han Jae Song NICKNAME: Han DATE OF BIRTH: Jan 2, 1984 GENDER: cisgender man HEIGHT: 6'1" MARKINGS: acne scars from his past across his face, as well as a scar on his neck TATTOOS: a tiny series of tally marks calculating the number 27 on his neck PIERCINGS: none DECORUM: he prefers earth tones, and texture– tailored trousers with sweaters, since his office is always cold. SCENT: stale cigarettes with a vinegar tang which pairs well with wet earth and the ambroxan cologne he wears. GOALS: Survive & learn to live with his curse FEARS: Losing his family. POSITIVE TRAITS: resilient, assiduous, determined NEUTRAL TRAITS: innovative, quiet, cautious NEGATIVE TRAITS: sloppy temperamental, pompous ZODIAC: Capricorn Sun, Libra Moon, Aries Rising ALIGNMENT: chaotic evil TEMPERAMENT: choleric ELEMENT: earth PRIMARY VICE: gluttony PRIMARY VIRTUE: pride TROPE: Ambiguous Disorder, Blatant Lies, The Corruptor, Devil in Plain Sight, Dissonant Serenity INSPIRATION: a mix of Eve, from Killing Eve, & Hannibal from NBC’s Hannibal; internally monologues like Joe Goldberg from YOU & and will leech to the psyche like Marvel’s Venom. OCCUPATION: Infectious Disease Specialist RESIDENCE: A swamp somewhere, sometimes mushroom road, or a random cave. ( he’s homeless ) HOBBIES: reading greek tragedies alone in coffee shops, relationship advice podcasts on early morning runs, fermentation– sourdough bread-baking, at home kombucha brewing & storages of kimchi, wine-tasting, and gardening ( he’s far more interested in composting though ). HABITS: he picks at his skin, chews on his fingernails, and is constantly smoking. he’s, generally a messy person and thrives in filth. he also falls quiet, uncomfortably quiet when he’s uncomfortable, often losing himself in his thoughts– he’s also irritable in plain white rooms– or around the color white in general.

─── 𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒.

FILTH MANIPULATION the ability to manipulate all aspects of filth, rot and putrefaction. ; User can create, manipulate, shape, transform, etc. any matter that is rotten or filthy (grime, dirtiness, stains, grunge, etc.), ranging from generation and manipulation of pus/ichor, mucus, slime (mucous secretions of animals), earwax, sweat and saliva, to full-out control over dead and decomposed matter; the user can also control moldy and mildewed matter, spoiled, rancid food, fetid water, polluted air, urine, vomit and feces.

VARIATION 1. FILTH CONSTRUCTS FILTH SNAPS - The power to create constructs from artificial materials with a snap of a finger inducing rot, speeding it up, negating it or sometimes reversing it. The user can even induce such foul conditions that makes water filled with bacteria and unsafe, making air (including breath) stifling and smelly, inducing rot and putrefaction in organic matter or even inducing bacterial infection on open wounds. DIRTY DUPLICATION - The ability to replicate oneself, others and/or objects through filth, rot or putrefaction

VARIATION 2. MIASMA EMISSION

MIASMIC MURMUR - The power to emit a variety of toxic gasses. User can exude toxic gasses, causing various effects on others who inhale these fumes including hyperstimulation, lethargy, coma. Because gas diffuses indefinitely in concentration, it becomes less potent and less concentrated once it has expanded.

VARIATION 3. MOLD MANIPULATION

MOLD MOLTING - The ability to manipulate mold and mold spores. The user can create, shape and manipulate mold, a large and taxonomically diverse number of fungal species where the growth of hyphae results in discoloration and a fuzzy appearance, especially on food. They can cause fungi to grow, move/attack or even rise from the soil and "walk", mutate fungi by rearranging DNA structure, etc. MOLD EMPATHY- The power to sense the overall well-being and conditions of mold spores, as well as fully interpret their emotions and communicate with them.

─── 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 .

1.HIGH SURGEON’S SCALPEL : Created by benevolent necromancers who study the mysteries of anatomy, this magic scalpel can deal death or perform medical miracles in the hands of a skilled surgeon.

2. PENMASTER’S POISON : A rare poison commonly used in letters, a bright green liquid when in a cool environment turns into lethal colorless and odorless vapors. If used in a letter, only a small amount is needed to be applied near the wax seal; so when the seal is broken, the liquid vaporizes and spells painful death to anyone present

3. RING OF THE RODENT : The wearer of this ring can speak to any rodent, especially rats.

4. BAG OF BEANS : When dumping the beans out on the ground, they explode in a 10-foot radius. If you remove a bean from the bag, plant it in dirt or sand, and then water it, the bean produces shriekers sprout as a diversion

5. DAGGER OF VENOM : A magical dagger coated with thick, black poison.

6. OIL OF SLIPPERINESS : This sticky black unguent is thick and heavy in the container, but it flows quickly when poured. The oil can cover a Medium or smaller creature, along with the equipment it's wearing and carrying. Alternatively, the oil can be poured on the ground as an action, where it covers a 10-foot square, duplicating the effect of greased flooring.

7. TOME OF CLEAR THOUGHT : contains memory and logic exercises to help with meditation.

8. VIAL OF CRYPT MOLD : Found in swamps and caves– poisonous if placed on the skin, used for brewing embalming paste.

9. MOLDERING WET-STONE : Used to sharpen any blade, imbued with CONTAGION

─── 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 .

1. CONTAGION : Your touch inflicts disease:

BLINDING SICKNESS: Pain grips the creature’s mind, and its eyes turn milky white.

FILTH FEVER: A raging fever sweeps through the creature’s body.

FLESH ROT. The creature’s flesh decays.

MINDFIRE: The creature’s mind becomes a feverish swamp

SLIMY DOOM: The creature begins to leak black ichor from their ears uncontrollably.

2. BLIGHT : Necromantic energy washes over a creature of your choice that you can see within range, draining moisture and vitality from it.

3. CIRCLE OF GRIME : A sphere of decaying energy ripples out in a 60-foot-radius sphere from a point within range.

4. GENTLE REPOSE: You touch a corpse or other remains– the target is protected from decay and can't become Undead.

5. DISINTEGRATE- A thin green ray springs from your pointing finger to a target that you can see within range. The target can be a creature, an object, or a creation of magical force.

6. LIFE TRANSFERENCE - The ability to sacrifice some of your health to mend another creature’s injuries. The creature becomes stable as you become unstable. This spell has no effect on undead or constructs. This spell can’t return to life a creature that has died of old age, nor can it restore any missing body parts.

7. DANSE MACABRE - Threads of rot leap from your fingers to pierce up to five small creatures of decay you can see within range.. To receive the command, a creature must be within 60 feet of you. You decide what action the creatures will take and where they will move during their next turn, or you can issue a general command, such as to guard a chamber or passageway against your foes.

#cagintro #cag: intro #⸻𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕-𝒊𝒔𝒎𝒔: intro.#⸻ 𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕-𝒊𝒔𝒎𝒔 ; INTRO.

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gcldfanged · 2 years

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teasing kiss. [From Ruluf-- monstersmade]

[WHY DID TUMBLR RUIN TAGGING, I DON'T UNDERSTAND-]

nonverbal prompts [ACCEPTING]

He never quite sat well with how some fat, scummy little shit like Corneo managed to take over the criminal underworld- The fucker had a mean streak, sure, but it was the same way you'd look a kid who gets off on burning ants with a magnifying glass or ripping the wings off a pinned fly.

The man was disgusting and crude and had no sense of decorum or tact- Yoon supposed that's what happened when you gave the keys to the castle to a miserable little fool jingling his merry way across the floor. Always sweaty and sporting a half chub of a midget's thumb between his stubby little pug legs, prone to piss all over the place just to show he owned it like his own personal little pile of garbage to roll around and luxuriate in.

Jae never disrespected Two Guns, maybe because they both could smell the same lousy stench around each other- Stale tobacco, dirty water spiraling around a guttering sewer drain, years upon years of grime and blood caked all over their souls like old yellowing streaks of crusty jizz splattered against peeling wall paper.

They'd both had to kill and crawl and scrape their way through the shit to survive, the blinding neon glow burning sallow from the gaudy Wutaitown Pavilion sign replacing the actual sun- which you couldn't even see because of the damn plates blocking it out.

Somehow, he just couldn't see Ruluf being genuinely scared of anyone. Especially not a hopped-up little roach of a man like the Don.

He wondered if maybe there'd been collateral levelled against him, like blackmail- Corneo threatening his family, assuming the other Turk even had any.

There was gossip, especially about the auditions. Whispers of honest to god branding women, like they were nothing but livestock.

Did Corneo leave his little stamp of ownership on his goons, too?

How badly did Two Guns want to kill the guy? When a man's hunted down like an animal, that kind of hate stays with him- Back a guy into a corner and you could see how quickly the well-read and put together gentleman shifts, grows fangs and bristles his fur like a rabid jackal.

When someone beats you down hard enough, it doesn't matter what muddy shade of gray your morals happen to flip-flop into, it feels... good. Makes you wanna see what you did to 'em. Watching the raw-black blood pool in their empty eyes as the last few spurts of a pulse keep their corpse animated like a jerky marionette on twisted strings.

He wasn't expecting Ruluf to turn and smile at him, like some fresh-faced, dewy-lipped idol forces himself to when a freaky fangirl gets a little too scream happy. Jae could practically see the fucking sparkles popping off around his face, it was so ridiculous.

"You wanna take a picture? You know, for posterity? Been looking at me so hard, your eyes are burning holes through your sunglasses. "

Just to wipe that smug little smirk off his pretty face, Whip jams the heel of his shoe into his upper thigh just a inch or so to the right of his groin- yanking the other Turk forward by the loose lapels of his dress shirt and jacket.

"Fuck you, Two Guns."

He's still smiling as Jae tilts his head a little differently and brushes their lips together, dark eyes locked in a kind silent commiseration.

#ceaselxss #◈ WRITING #this got away from me but i was on a roll baybee #oh no they're kinda cute #monstersmade

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lubdubsworld · 3 years

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Dangerously Beautiful. (Seokjin x oc)

Kim Seokjin x OC!!

Genre : Organized Crime AU !

Warnings : AU related violence . Explicit Content. Blood , Gore but not too bad. I’ll see how it goes. Extremely Dubious Consent. Abusive relationships. Unhealthy power dynamics.

Summary : When you’re caught in a war that has no end, the only goal is to survive.

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Prologue

“Been a while, huh baby? You’re too fucking tight....” Seokjin grunted, fingers crushing my wrists together with a bruising grip , eyes narrowed as he smirked right into my face as he fucked into me, his hips slamming into mine with a force that made my bones rattle and I had to bite my lips to keep from crying out, tears spilling over my eyes and soaking the fabric of his tie , knotted and stuffed in my mouth.

“But that’s good...at least it tells me you haven’t been spreading your thighs for anyone else, right baby? Not that you would dare....you know you’re mine, don’t you ? Your sexy little body....all mine, huh darling?” He leaned down and made to kiss me and i panicked. I didn’t want him to kiss me.

I closed my eyes, turning my face away but he brought one hand up to grip my jaw, yanking my face back to stare at him. He tightened the grip on my chin and I whimpered when his thumb dug into my skin .

“Open your fucking eyes and look at me.” He demanded. “ What are you afraid of huh? Afraid to admit how much you like this? How much you like having my cock in your cunt?”

I glared at him, hoping he could read all the hatred, all the disdain and scorn and fury I felt for him. He merely laughed shaking his head, his movements speeding up. He stared at me like I was the most precious thing in the world and yet he treated me like I was something he wanted to destroy.

“So you’ve been hanging out with Jihoon again...imagine my surprise doll... Me .... one of the most powerful in the country, “ He punctuated each pause with a thrust that left me wincing in pain, “one of the most feared men in the country and yet....my beautiful wife...out flaunting a relationship with another man.... Don’t make me put a bullet in my own brother’s head, Renae....” He growled, thumb slipping into my mouth, alongside the tie. I closed my eyes, , exhausted as my body went limp to fight the pain.

I hated him. Hated him . Hated him.

“Gonna fuck you all night. Gonna fuck you so hard you’ll be sore for days.....Heard you made plans with him? Let’s see how you run around the city with my brother if you can’t fucking walk tomorrow.” he snarled and I choked on my tears.

The knock on the door made him pause and he swore.

“What the fuck do you want?” He roared and I held my breath.

Please... Please leave... Just, Please.

“Wang’s here, hyung.” Jungkook’s voice carried through the thick mahogany door. “ He’s got the Lee kid. “

Seokjin groaned .

He glared at the door for a second , taking deep breaths to calm himself down and I could see the anger swelling inside him. i held my breath because I did not want to be the outlet for all that rage. I stared , watching his eyes shift to mine, cold and unfeeling.

I winced when he brought his clenched fist down on the sheet with enough force to rattle the whole bed. I exhaled shakily as his fingers came up to brush the sweat slicked bangs off my face, thumb pressing into my lips with force.

“Looks like we’re gonna have to reschedule, princess.” he grunted pulling out, and relief flooded my body so hard, i sagged. He made to move away but stopped when I shuddered.

“What? “ He snapped and I froze.

His fingers reached for the knot at the back of my head and he yanked on it till the tie came undone. I gasped when he pulled the fabric out of my mouth , swallowing to sooth by bruised throat.

“You look entirely too glad that I’m leaving.” He tilted his head thoughtfully and my gaze snapped to his.

“I.. I..” My voice broke, rusty from disuse.

“On your hands and knees.”

I sobbed in disbelief, shaking my head and trying to move away but he gripped my waist, turning me over and lifting my hips till I was on all fours.

“Grab the fucking headboard.” He whispered , sounding unnaturally calm and I felt a chill spread all over my skin.

With Seokjin, the calmer he was, the more reason you had to be afraid.

“I’m gonna fuck you till I cum and then I’m supposed to go kill Lee Jae Hwan’s son. If you stay quiet , let me do my thing... I may consider letting him live. What say, princess? He’s only twenty three years old.... “ He smiled eerily, the sheer beauty of his face a complete contrast to the things he did.

I closed my eyes.

It wasn’t really a fucking choice was it?

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“You didn’t come to the cafe.” Jihoon’s voice came from the shadows , just as I left the library on the east wing. I felt my heart race, eyes darting up and down the length of the corridor, anxiety spiking as I tried to listen for footsteps or voices. It was mid afternoon and the sun spilled into the open hallways through the open windows, and there was no one in sight.

No one visited the East wing that often especially in the middle of the day but you could never be too careful. The servants , guards and the housekeeper were all loyal to Seokjin. And last night... Seokjin had made it clear that he was watching. I couldn’t do this. Couldn’t put handsome, kind Jihoon’s life in danger for my own selfish desires.

I ignored him, walking a bit faster to get away but he moved faster, stopping in front of me and holding both hands up to stop me.

“Renae....what’s wrong?” He asked softly , eyes warm and worried and brimming with concern and i wanted to sob.

“We shouldn’t be doing this , “ i whispered, shaking my head. “ I can’t convince Seokjin to let me go if he thinks it is you I’m leaving with. Right now I hold no value to him but if you keep following me around..acting like a fool....he will keep me chained to his side.!!!”

Jihoon growled , eyes flashing with frustration and anger.

“He doesn’t deserve you!”

“I know.” I whispered, glancing back up and down the corridor. I was so terrified in my own home and it was so unfair. “ I know but you must remember.... he did not force me into anything. I came here of my own volition. I let him court me and marry me and I am his wife now. He owns me. Unless he lets me go, I cannot escape.”

“Its been five years. How much longer? How much longer must I wait for you to-”

“I never asked you to wait. Your waiting is your own doing. Don’t pin that on my head, Master Kim.” I said coldly.

He flushed at that.

“I just.. i love you. I care for you deeply and I want to give you the life you deserve...does that count for nothing?” He asked, desperately and I looked away, laughing at his naivety.

At twenty five, Jihoon was as naive as they came. He had been raised, sheltered. Away from the family business. He did not know how ruthless his brother was.

How little Seokjin valued human life? How fiercely possessive he was of the things he owned.

How little he cared about what anyone else wanted?

“No..matter what any of us wants, because only the king gets to have what he wants “ I said sharply, “ and Kim Seokjin is the King. This is his empire. You and I , we are pawn in his court, only here to serve him as he asks us to....to give him what he wants...... And as long as he wants me , in his house and in his bed, I am bound to him. You’re risking your life , for something that may not even be real”

“Don’t say that... Don’t you dare say that.. What we have is real... it is real.” He said softly.

I stared at him, shaking my head.

“After four years with your brother I no longer know what is real and what isn’t. “

He stared at his feet.

“You love him. “ I said softly.

He didn’t deny it.

“I love you more.” He said hoarsely.

I laughed a little.

“I’m sure you believe that. But the truth is he will kill you. He told me as much. I can’t have that on my head, Jihoon.”

I turned away, clutching my book to my chest , as I walked away from the only person who had ever shown me any kindness.

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“She is in love with Jihoon.” Seokjin said casually, taking a sip of his whiskey, eyes trained on the sunset, lavishly beautiful from their position up on one the tallest towers in the estate.

Yoongi hummed thoughtfully.

“not surprising considering you treat her like dirt.”

Seokjin grimaced.

“I don’t have time to indulge all her fairytale fantasies. She is my wife , she is honor bound to serve me and me alone.” He growled.

Yoongi laughed.

“This isn’t the dark ages. You married her. You didn’t buy her love....”

“then why am I still fucking paying for it. “ He snapped. “ Why am I still here, four years later, chained to her but nowhere closer to being what she wants. Why am I here, contemplating killing my own brother....? “

Yoongi shook his head.

“Because you wasted the years when you should’ve been there for her. You left her alone in a sprawling mansion with no one to lean on and it was your brother who offered her the companionship she craved...”

“My father had died!” Seokjin shouted, fists clenched in frustration. “ He died and he left me a crumbling, burning mess of an organization filled with traitors and opportunists. None of them were loyal to me , I had an attempt on my life every day of the fucking week...so forgive me if I couldn’t take time off to play house with a nineteen year old girl .......”

“Its not too late.” Yoongi said softly.

Seokjin sighed.

“Yoongi...”

“ You’re not that man anymore, Seokjin.... You’ve done your part. You’ve built an empire even the Romans would envy and you are the one in control. She isn’t nineteen anymore either..... She’s twenty four. She knows the kind of life you lead, She will be more understanding. She hasn’t left yet so there’s no reason you shouldn’t try-”

“She has been looking for divorce lawyers.” Seokjin whispered. “ She wants me to let her go.”

Yoongi stayed quiet.

Seokjin continued, voice laced with frustration.

“I can’t do that. I... I don’t know what love is but I feel...something for her. Something that makes it impossible for me to contemplate a life without her. So I can’t let her go but if I keep her life this, if I chain her to my side , she is only going farther away from me. i don’t.. i don’t know what to do.” he said helplessly.

Yoongi nodded.

“I think its time to let Jungkook take over as the head of operations.” He said softly.

Seokjin’s eyes snapped to him.

“What?! He’s not ready -”

“And he’ll never be ready if you don’t give him the chance to prove himself. He is intelligent , sharp and ruthless. He knows the in and out of this business like you do and he has stayed by your side since he was sixteen years old. He loves you like a brother and he is loyal to you in a way that I’ve never witnessed in my life. “

Seokjin sighed running a hand over his face.

“So, what? I just hand things over to him and go sit in an armchair fiddling my thumbs?”

Yoongi laughed.

“No... you take a step back... see over everything and offer us your advice when we’re stuck. The way bosses all over the world function. The next time there’s an issue that needs to be dealt with, you trust us to deal with it, instead of turning up at an abandoned warehouse at two in the morning to break some poor college kid’s arm.”

Seokjin nodded, taking another sip of his drink.

“And... Renae?”

“You tell her you want to build a relationship with her. Beg her for a chance if you have to and then you fix things If you want her love, you earn it. “

“Is that how you earned your wife’s love?” Seokjin smirked.

Yoongi grimaced.

“Let’s not talk about that ...’“ He grunted.

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When I walked into the dining room that evening, the last thing I expected was my husband, dressed to the nines and leaning against the fireplace, staring off into space.

He straightened when he saw me and i froze in place, fear choking my insides.

“Hi.” He said softly.

I blinked, confused.

“I was hoping to have dinner with you.”

He what?

I merely stared at him, completely thrown.

“Unless you have other plans.”

I pinched myself discreetly. Was I having a fever dream? Had I fallen asleep in the library?

“Say something.” He snapped and I got pulled out of my reverie.

I swallowed.

“No.. I.. no i don’t have any plans.”

“Good. Come, let’s sit.”

He pulled a chair out for me and i stared at him in confusion, walking over and carefully lowering myself into the seat.

“Are you going to kill me?” I blurted out when he took the seat opposite to me.

He stared at me in shock.

“What?! Of course not..why would you think that?” he demanded.

I swallowed.

“What are you doing here then.??? ..you don’t do this. Ever.”

“Maybe I’ve changed.” He said casually and I laughed in disbelief.

“I don’t know what sick game you’re trying to play with me but...”

“I’ve been neglecting you.” he said gently.

I froze.

:” I’ve not been the kind of husband I could’ve been. And I think, I need to remedy that.”

He stared at me.

“I don’t know what you mean.” I said shakily.

“I want to make this work. “

“This?” i said, slightly hysterical.

“Our marriage. I want to make it work.”

“I.. no. I don’t want that.. I want a-”

“DON’T!!!” He shouted, fists coming down on the table with a force that made me jump. “ Don’t ask me for a divorce. I’m not giving you one. not now, not ever.”

I stared down at my knees, tears stinging.

“I am trying to be more ....gentle. I want to mend things between us so you wouldn’t have to look for comfort or companionship from another man. “

“Please stop.” I felt sick.

“You’re my wife Renae. And i want you to enjoy it. “

Nausea. Anger. Disbelief. Despair.

Everything warred inside me and my head pounded.

“I ....am not hungry anymore.” I choked out, stumbling to my feet and moving away and for the first time, Seokjin let me leave the room when I wanted to .

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blu-joons · 4 years

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When You Feel Insecure Because Of Your Acne ~ GOT7 Reaction

Mark:

Any event Mark took you to was a nervous occasion, watching as all the idols walked into the room, you couldn’t help but feel like you didn’t belong. Mark sighed as he felt your body tense up, kissing sweetly against the side of your face.

“You’re gorgeous,” was all he had to say, knowing straight away what was going on with you, “you’re the most beautiful person in the room tonight.”

You turned to look at him with a questionable glance, “if that’s the case, how come no one else in this room has their acne visible, even if they spent hours trying to cover it all up?”

Mark frowned, he’d been through hell and back watching you prepare for the event trying anything to hide your spots, or just get rid of them all together. But he knew, and so did you, that your acne was something that wouldn’t go away.”

“So what? No one looks as good in their outfit as you do.”

“But no one looks at my outfit, they look at my face.”

His head shook, resting his hand against your side, “I look at your outfit, because I think your body looks incredible, you look stunning.”

“Don’t just say those things to make me feel better, I know what you think.”

“I think you need to stop being so hard on yourself and listen to your boyfriend, because he’d never lie to you, would he?”

“I guess he wouldn’t.”

JB:

Each time you saw JB with his makeup done it killed a part of you inside, his skin was flawless, even without makeup, leaving you often sitting back and comparing yourself, wishing you could have skin like he does.

“I think I might start wearing makeup every day,” you announced, taking him by surprise, “you always manage to look nice with it and without it, maybe it’s the solution I need.”

He pulled you close to him, “the solution to what? I look horrendous without my makeup on, but you’re gorgeous without it, I wish I could look like you do with natural skin.”

JB knew that you tended to beat yourself up over your acne, it was the biggest insecurity you’d had since the very start of your relationship, but that never stopped him reminding you that it was a part of you that you should embrace.

“I won’t stop you wearing makeup if it’s what you want to do.”

“Because you think that I need it?”

His head shook as he sighed heavily, “not at all. With or without makeup it makes no difference to me, you’ll always be beautiful in my eyes.”

“You clearly don’t know what beautiful is if you think it describes me.”

“I do,” he assured you, “I wake up and go to bed beside a beautiful face every night, one that I’m extremely lucky to have in my life, believe me.”

“I do believe you, thank you Jae.”

Jackson:

The silence that came from you instantly had Jackson worried, he watched you closely as you stared out of the window, brushing your hands over your face, trying to figure out what it was that had caught your attention.

“Penny for your thoughts?” He chuckled, making you jump. “Something’s clearly on your mind, and a problem shared is a problem halved?”

You smiled softly, feeling his presence join you by the window, “I read a study that said a lot of sunlight clears up acne, so that’s what I’m trying to do.”

He didn’t want to laugh, but he struggled to truly understand your logic. His arm wrapped lightly around your waist, staring out of the window, there was barely any sun in the skin as the winter months were quickly arriving.

“Have you ever just thought about using a cream of something?”

“None of it works, what else can I do?”

He pulled you closely into his side, “you could just embrace that this is who you are. I know you don’t like it, but I love it, what I hate is seeing you beat yourself up about this.”

“You have perfect skin, it’s easy for you,” you complained.

“My skin is far from perfect,” he chuckled, “I wish I could have flawless skin too, but sometimes we just have to live with what we have.”

“Yeah, I guess that makes sense.”

Jinyoung:

You sighed as you stared at your reflection in the mirror, grazing your fingers gently over the scars across your cheeks, you couldn’t help but get upset, frowning when you felt a strong pair of arms hold you, pulling closely into his chest.

“Stop this,” he sighed, kissing against the nape of your neck, “you’re beautiful, you’ve always been beautiful, nothing will ever change that,” he comforted, tickling lightly against your hips.

You refused to believe him, “look how bad my flair up is right now, I’ve tried everything to get it to go away and it won’t.” You tried to wriggle away from him, but he refused to let you go.

The two of you had had the conversation several times, but he never minded, it was his job to be there to support you when you felt down, he was never going to stop doing that for you.

“You’re going to try and tell me you’re ugly, aren’t you?”

“You seriously think that I don’t?”

His head shook, twirling you around so that your eyes could meet his, “I think you look beautiful; I’ll never stop telling you how beautiful you are in my eyes.”

“I wish I could see what you see sometimes.”

“You will, it just takes time, some days you have good days, others aren’t so good,” he smiled, kissing the tip of your nose, “a good day will come, I know it will.”

“I hope you’re right; I want a good day too.”

Youngjae:

Listening to you talk about the new girl at your office was tough on him, he could tell how jealous you were of her, reeling off feature after feature that you liked about her and compared yourself to her too.

“Do you realise what you sound like?” He questioned once you were done, “I can’t believe you feel like you’re not as beautiful as her, when you are.”

Your head shook, looking at him in despair. “Were you not listening to me? She even shows up to work without makeup, could you imagine what I’d look like if I did that?”

Whilst he was yet to meet the mystery worker who had clearly got under your skin, he refused to believe that she was any more beautiful you were, that was by far impossible in his eyes to ever be the case.

“You’d still look beautiful if you didn’t wear makeup.”

“Everyone would have to look at my acne though.”

He nodded, wrapping his arms around you, “and I’m sure no one would make a big deal about it, because it really is a big deal.”

“But she doesn’t have acne, or any marks, it’s just not fair,” you continued to groan.

“But I bet she’s not anywhere near as an incredible person as you are, the office knows you’re valuable, and not just for your looks.”

“I guess so, thank you Youngjae.”

BamBam:

He couldn’t help but look confused as you walked down the stairs with a baseball cap positioned firmly on your head, and one of your biggest scarves wrapped tightly around your neck, shielding as much of yourself as possible.

“It’s warm outside babe,” he chuckled, trying to take it away from you, but you held onto it close. “You’re going to be far too hot in that, and people won’t be able to see your face.”

Your head nodded, stepping away from him, “that’s the point, I don’t want anyone seeing me, my acne is horrible, it’s better like this,” you sighed, walking towards the front door.

BamBam was quick to follow you with a sympathetic smile, everything quickly made sense to him. He didn’t want to push you into anything, but he couldn’t bare to see you be so hard on yourself over something so small to him.

“Will you take it off and show me what’s going on?”

“I don’t want you to see,” you harshly replied.

He nodded, remaining calm, “everyone gets spotty, it’s natural jagi. I still think you’re look beautiful, even more so without the hat and the scarf.

“But everyone is probably going to look at me.”

“They will, but only because they won’t believe how beautiful you are. Please, for me, just take it off,” he sighed, holding it closely again in the hope you’d agree.

“If anyone stares, I’m putting it all straight back on!”

Yugyeom:

As you turned to face Yugyeom, snuggled closely under the duvet, feeling his hand press to your cheek, you couldn’t help but move back, guiding his hand so it rested back by his side, turning back around so that your back faced him.

“What did you do that for?” He challenged, propping himself up so that he could see your face, resting against your shoulder. “Will you look at me?”

Your head shook, burying your face into the pillow, “you don’t deserve to look at me, no one should be made to look at my face, it’s horrible.”

He frowned, hearing you be so critical of yourself tore him apart, but he knew why you did it, the marks of acne you carried had been the downfall many a time when Yugyeom wanted to be close to you, but he never really understood why.

“I always want to look at your face, it’s my favourite.”

“That’s not true, that’s impossible.”

He sighed, “it’s not impossible at all, can you just turn around so I can see you, please? I want to properly be able to tell how beautiful you are.”

“Fine,” you huffed, turning around to anxiously face him.

“See, beautiful,” he chuckled, placing his hand back where he had it before, “I won’t ever stop telling you beautiful you are, so get used to it.”

“You can try, but I might not listen.”

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demig00ddess · 3 years

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Sleeping Beauty

Charlie Weasley x MC

Warning: huge spoilers for Year 6 Chapter 18!

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CHAPTER FOUR

THE CONSEQUENCES OF DEATH

1989. Middle of the first semester. The quill in the hands creaked monotonously, writing words on the paper. Professor Binns’ voice and the stifling atmosphere of the office were slowly putting in the trance. Emma bit her cheek more painfully and continued to take notes on the lecture. Behind the farthest desk, Binns’ rustling voice was hard to hear, so Emma regularly consulted the textbook. Two seats were empty in the first rows. One of them is next to Penny, there was always Rowan. The second — next to Charlie, he occupied it for Emma every lesson. Today Emma quietly slipped into the office just before the start of the lecture so as not to meet with her classmates. Penny sat down next to Charlie and whispered something in his ear. For some reason, Emma felt as if she had swallowed the bubotuber pus. She shook her head, for sure it seemed to her because of fatigue. She was satisfied with the back seat, but the fact that someone else was sitting in her place next to Charlie was a little annoying. Charlie listened to Penny and nodded absently. He looked around uneasily, trying to see someone or something. Emma was glad that she was safely hidden from the front desks by the backs of her classmates.

“… delegated authority to Wizn… Wesegn… to Wizengamot.” Emma stubbornly wrote down the professor’s words, despite the fact that her hands were shaking and big blots remained on the parchment. She felt sleepy, but she could not afford to fall asleep. There was a bright flash of green light in front of closed eyes. The Dreamless Sleep Potion they had been brewing on Potions had run out. The dose from the hospital wing that Madame Pomfrey had advised not to overuse had ended too. But after such a sleep, she got up even more tired. A flash of green and Rowan’s body falls right in front of her. The friend’s eyes are wide open in surprise, her mouth is slightly open in a silent scream. “Debt collected.” Emma could not bear it, she woke up with a cry and tears in her eyes. The silencing charms she put on her bed every night kept her from waking an already worried Liz. Whatever Merula said, the same charms were imposed on her bed, she could not afford to be considered weak by anyone, not even Izmelda. Every time Emma closed her eyes, there was a green flash and the body of her best friend fell in front of her. At first, it was only memories of Rowan, but then a deadly beam hit Ben, and he fell dead in front of Emma. Merula died next, then Charlie, Penny, Barnaby, Bill, Tonks. Her friends threw themselves under a killing spell, and she could only watch their lifeless bodies fall to the ground. Emma tried to revive Jae and Badeya, begged Tulip to get up, but they were all dead. Charlie turned around again and Emma looked away. There was her own cry in her ears when a green beam hit him when the red head hit the ground and her tears fell on the freckles on his still warm face.

Emma doubled over to stifle the pulling pain and rumbling in her stomach. After eating, she felt sleepy, but she couldn’t sleep. After lights out, she would sit up in the Slytherin common room with her books and send especially curious juniors to the bedrooms. Most of the teachers averted their eyes from her as if they didn’t want to disturb her. Snape gave her an incomprehensible look as she submitted an essay on the Draught of Living Death a foot longer than he demanded. And Flitwick freed her from homework, after, because of trembling hands, she conjured not a small fountain of water, but a real tsunami, flooding the office. During the day, Emma wandered and loitered about the castle, avoiding familiar faces. She shunned talking, trying to hide in a niche or take refuge in some class. She felt that some part of her had died and now she could not exist normally. She wandered half-dead.

An idea came to the head like lightning. Half-dead! Surely! How the thought didn’t occur to her at once. Emma jotted down hastily Binns’ last words. “Professor! Professor Binns, please wait!” Emma made her way through classmates. “Um, Underwood? Do you want anything?” Emma hesitated a little, she didn’t think what exactly she would ask the teacher. The classroom was empty and she finally found the words. “Professor, I wanted to know about Rowan, Rowan Khanna. She always said that she wanted to be the youngest professor at Hogwarts. Um — Couldn'tshestayherelikeyou?” “Excuse me?” “Couldn’t she become a ghost? I mean, you came back to teach students, she could come back too. She would have come up with everything, finish her studies, and then began to teach. I’m sure Professor Dumbledore would have let her! She could have stayed here! Haven’t you… haven’t you seen her?” Emma blurted it all out in one breath, afraid that the professor would interrupt her. Binns adjusted his glasses and for the first time looked at Emma like that, with the keen, clear gaze that Emma often saw in Dumbledore. “Miss Khanna was a gifted witch. And for all her love of teaching, she was drawn to explore and learn something new.” Emma stared at the old professor. “So rest assured, Miss Underwood, she went ahead.” “Went ahead? Where did she go?” “Unfortunately, I do not possess these facts. But you should know she’s not coming back. I’m sorry, this is a big loss for Hogwarts.” Binn turned and walked through the board. “For Hogwarts,” Emma repeated. It seemed to her that Rowan had died a second time, again in front of her eyes. She had already seen her friend, ethereal, pearl-silver, but talking to her and laughing. But Rowan went ahead. Emma stuffed a quill and blob-strewn lecture notes into her bag. She wanted to hide somewhere, in Moaning Myrtle’s toilet or a dark closet. She had no strength to return to the common room.

At the exit from the class she was caught by someone’s strong hands, Emma jerked sharply, holding a wand to the attacker's neck. She could feel her heart pounding thumping deep in her head. “I have to defend myself.” “Emma,” Charlie gently moved the trembling wand away from his neck. Emma freed herself from his grasp and dashed down the hallway. “Emma! I want to talk! Please!” “Not now, Charlie,” she wanted to hide quickly. Charlie caught up with her and gently turned her around. He didn’t insist but asked. There was not a drop of pity in his bright eyes, they were full of concern. He examined her carefully as if trying to see if she had done something bad to herself. “You were right,” Emma turned her gaze into his boots. “You better stay away from me. Everyone should stay away from me.” She turned and walked away. She had already lost one friend and couldn’t bear to lose someone else. Charlie caught up with her again and grabbed her into his arms. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I should never have said those words to you. You are my — You’re my best friend and I will be by your side. Whenever you need me, I’ll be there for you.” Emma shook her head, pulling back. “Your brothers — ” “My brothers will support me,” Charlie interrupted her, he was confident in his words. His eyes said that he would not let anyone else hurt her. Emma felt her eyes fill with tears. The students scurried along the corridor and Emma again had a keen desire to hide. “Come with me,” Charlie whispered in her ear.

They walked and walked until they came to a sprawling tree near the lake, scaring several of the Hufflepuff freshmen out of there. Charlie hit the ground first, rummaged in his bag, pulled out the sandwiches wrapped in a napkin, and handed it to Emma. “How long have you not eaten?” “A couple of days, maybe more,” Emma sat down next to him and sniffed at the sandwiches. “How did you know?” “Couldn’t find you in the Great Hall.” Emma took a bite of her sandwich and put it aside, feeling nauseous. Charlie looked at her closely but said nothing. They sat in silence for a few minutes, Emma bit by bit on the sandwich to keep from getting sick. “I spoke to Nearly Headless Nick. Also asked about… this.” “What did he say?” “The same as Binns.” Emma felt a tear roll down her cheek. “I saw Rowan’s parents yesterday, they came to pick up her things. I visited them every summer. They loved her so much…” Emma burst out, talking and talking, ignoring the tears. Charlie just sat there and listened. When Emma finished and exhaled helplessly, he leaned her head on his shoulder and began to speak. He told her stories that he had heard from his mother as a child. He talked about the books he had read. Emma lay on his shoulder and listened, inhaling the scent of grass, honeysuckle, and something else very familiar. She didn’t notice as her eyes began to close, and Charlie’s voice seemed to ring out farther and farther.

She didn’t get much sleep, Emma woke up from her own scream, she was tossing around, not knowing where she was. She was choking on tears and couldn’t breathe, it seemed that someone had sucked all the air out of her lungs. “Shh. I’m here, everything is fine,” Charlie’s quiet and soft voice rang out over her ear. He put his arm around Emma, stroking her hair soothingly. She sobbed and grabbed his hand, afraid to let go. “Do you want me to tell a tale about the fountain of Fair Fortune?” asked Charlie a few minutes later, when Emma calmed down. She nodded. “Jacob used to tell me this story when I couldn’t sleep.” “Now you need to sleep too. I’m not such a good storyteller, but I hope you like it. High on a hill in an enchanted garden, enclosed by tall walls and protected by strong magic, flowed the Fountain of Fair Fortune…”

When Emma woke up, the sun was already setting, she was lying on Charlie’s lap, covered by his jacket. Charlie himself was reading a book, only wearing a sweater. Emma jumped awkwardly and blushed. “Did you get some sleep?” Charlie pulled out a blade of grass tangled in her hair. The tips of his ears turned pink. Emma nodded in surprise, she slept for hours without nightmares. “You smiled in your sleep. I missed it, your smile I mean.” Emma flushed and hastily turned away, pretending to straighten her clothes. She vaguely remembered what she had dreamed, but Charlie was definitely there. “Well, he’s your friend, the others must have been in the dream too,” she told herself.

Charlie had already packed his things, got to his feet and gave her a hand. Emma got up, too, and handed him his jacket. “Don’t,” Charlie threw the jacket over her shoulders. “You can freeze after sleep.” “Are we going to the castle yet?” Emma tried to hide the disappointment in her voice. “We’re in time for dinner. Sit down at the Gryffindor table, okay? You need to eat, and you're boycotting food.” Emma’s stomach purred in agreement. Charlie gave her a bribing look, “Penny also wanted to sit with us while we are allowed.” “Oh,” at the mention of Penny, appetite disappeared. “Oh?” Charlie asked. “Did you have a fight?” “No, I didn’t mean that.” Emma said, not understanding why she was angry at Penny. She always supported Emma and wished only the best for her. They walked in silence for a few minutes, lost in their own thoughts. Finally, Emma broke down. “You and Penny have become very close, haven’t you?” “Yes,” Charlie said simply. “Especially recently. We spend a lot of time together.” “Oh,” Emma said again, and they both fell silent.

An unpleasant weight filled Emma’s chest, making her difficult to breathe. She noticed this even during their trip to Romania, but then she wasn’t up to it, she was too keen on their adventure. But since… since the moment… Emma couldn’t bring herself to say what had happened even in her thoughts. For the last couple of weeks, Charlie and Penny have hardly ever parted, and for some reason it hurt her. Emma was happy for her friends, she loved both Penny and Charlie, as friends, of course. And it was great that they got together. Something was still gnawing at her, but Emma brushed the thought away. She didn’t want to be selfish, and even more she didn’t want to interfere with the happiness of her best friends. Especially in these times.

“Glad for you,” Emma said already at the castle. “Sorry?” Charlie snapped out of his thoughts. “I’m glad for you and Penny, that you’re getting close,” she explained, trying to avoid Charlie’s gaze. “Thank you,” Charlie looked surprised, letting her into the Great Hall. “I’ll eat at my table,” Emma said sullenly. “But — ” “I’ll eat, I promise. I just… want to eat at my usual place. Alone,” she added hastily, noticing that Charlie had something to say. He nodded and gave her a confused smile. “Then I’ll see you later, right?” They went in opposite directions, joining their classmates. A few minutes later, Penny entered the Great Hall and went straight to the Gryffindor table. Charlie said something to Penny, who was smiling contentedly. Emma poked at the broccoli with her fork and looked away from the chatting couple.

After dinner, Emma hurried down to the dungeons, once again avoiding her friends, and began to write an essay on the Orion constellation. It wasn’t until she was getting ready for bed that she realized that she hadn’t given Charlie his jacket back. Already in bed, having applied a silencing charm, Emma picked up the jacket in her hands, pondered for a couple of seconds and wrapped herself in it, curling up on the bed. The familiar smells immediately enveloped her, and she closed her eyes. “Cinnamon” flashed through her head in the dream. The smell that haunted her for a long time was the light scent of cinnamon. It smelled like that at home when, years ago, her dad made cinnamon rolls, according to grandmother’s recipe. Emma buried her nose in the jacket and fell asleep with a smile on her face.

It was the second time in two weeks that she had no nightmares.

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