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ghoul. — (consign)

[SIXTH INSTALMENT OF GHOUL SERIES : CONSIGN]

"Kiss your clean record goodbye." Provocation or prediction.

S2 squad went to the 13th ward for a Wipe Out Operation but didn't expect to encounter an Owl in the midst of the operation.

pairing. jungkook x reader, hoseok x reader, jin x reader (ft. myg & pjm)

rating. M

genre. tokyo ghoul au, soulmate au, gore, violence, mass attack

disclaimer. this story is a work of fiction. descriptions of the BTS members in this story does not reflect nor portray them in real life. everything in this story only fits in imagination and does not apply outside of imagination.

warning. lots of bloodshed (mostly spilled from the ghouls :/), depiction of people (doves) getting killed ruthlessly by the Owl and killing methodology was described.

word count. 5k+

lexicon & profiles . masterpost . masterlist . navigation

note from winter 💌

sorry for the long disappearance </3 but er hey, a brand new banner for ghoul!! beta read by loyal beta reader @zyphqr <3 this is just a short one maybe can be counted as a filler chapter too, but it will make do. hope you guys enjoy this <33 and u lots might not notice, but i kind of changed my writing style a bit? I think consign has got to be the most elaborated fic I've ever written cause those detailed words? idk how my brain came up with that but I'm proud of this one

💌 what is winter listening to? in sequence; D-DAY, Interlude: Dawn, HUH?!, AMYGDALA. (All by Agust-D)

📑 if you want to know more about this au, you can refer to lexicon & profiles. any other questions you can refer to me !!

dedication. a gift to all of my readers.

The urban avenue of Seoul tonight was oddly still, with only sporadic leaf rustling in the soft breeze breaking the silence. The streetlights emitted a pale light illuminating the desolate pathway and generating a creepy ambience that felt unsettling. The towering edifices on both sides of the street looked imposing and austere, with dark windows and walls stained by the wear of time. In Seoul, quiet streets like this one often serve as a warning sign, hinting at the stillness that precedes a night of horror and violence.

This only served as a warning that hazards could present in any situation, even in the calmest and most tranquil circumstances.

The only sounds that interrupted the quietness were the faraway noise of cars and the faint footsteps’ echoes. A stray feline would occasionally scuttle across the street, eyes gleaming, barely visible in the low light. Despite the peacefulness of the evening, the street’s stillness felt unusual and peculiar. A strong odour of rot and other, more ominous scents, detectable only by those with heightened senses, hung heavily in the air. An enduring sensation of peril seemed to permeate the surroundings, giving the impression of being under surveillance by something lurking in the shadows. The silence was broken by the occasional sound of shattering glass or the screech of metal against metal. A car alarm would blare for a few moments before falling silent once more.

These sounds, too, added to the unease that hung in the air, hinting at the possibility of danger lurking in the darkness.

For those who knew of the existence of ghouls, quiet streets would be even more unsettling. People would be acutely aware that a ghoul could lurk somewhere in the shadows, watching, waiting for its next victim. The silence of the street, combined with the faint scent of blood in the air, would make them feel like they were walking on thin ice, with danger lurking around every corner.

The 13th ward, Seochu-gu.

The pale moonlight bathed the ward where ghouls were recently reported to be lurking in the shadows. The usually bustling streets were now empty, only to be filled in by a large group of doves - some dressed in formal KCCG attire while others were heavily armed. Operating vehicles and drones were also present, adding to the sense of preparation and anticipation in the air. As Jung Hoseok, the Chief Director of Division II, approached, the sound of footsteps echoed through the night, accompanied by the presence of bureaus.

“Alright, good evening, doves,” Hoseok spoke, his voice firm and commanding. “I, Jung Hoseok, Chief Director of Division II, will be leading today’s Wipe Out Operation that is to be conducted here in the 13th ward.”

You and another four supreme investigators stood at attention, listening to Hoseok’s every word. “Operating squad involved in this operation will only be the Supreme Squad S2 and 75 Bureaus. Other than S2 and Bureau Investigators are required to leave the scene. Failed to do so and get caught by S2 squad members, the bureaus, or me, will receive disciplinary action.” Everyone present at the scene nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. Hoseok continued, “Commencing roll call on S2 squad. Please present your weapon.”

Each member stood tall and proud, eyes scanning the surrounding area for any signs of danger. The atmosphere was tense, and they knew they were about to embark on a dangerous mission. Finally, Hoseok began calling out names; each member stepped forward to present their weapon.

“Present as always.” A soulful voice spoke with confidence.

The roll call started with Jeon Jungkook, the Branch Director of 2nd Ward, as he confidently presented his weapon, the Angel Beat, an SS-rated Ukaku type known for its incredible speed and accuracy. Min Yoongi stepped forward with a bored, unbothered expression and presented his weapon, the 13’s Jason, a Rinkaku type rated S+. 13’s Jason was one of the most potent weapons in their arsenal, and Min Yoongi knew how to use it to devastating effect.

As the roll call continued, Park Jimin, another Special Class member, stepped forward proudly with his charming smile, “Never not present,” and presented his weapon, the IXA, a Koukaku type that was rated S+.

Kim Seokjin, your fellow Associate Special Class, followed suit, responded upon his name being called and presented his weapon, the Narukami, an S+-rated Ukaku type known for its incredible range and power.

Finally, your name was called out. Your grip tightened on your quinque as you presented your weapon, the Aus, a Rinkaku-type rated S+. The Aus was a fearsome weapon known for its speed and agility, and you had spent countless hours training with it to hone your skills. As the roll call came to a close, you stood steady, weapon at the ready.

Hoseok looked around at his team, impressed by their impressive arsenal. “Total of five members. Weapon rating from SS to S+.”

He then briefed the investigators on the operation. “This operation aims to cleanse the 13th ward off ghouls. It was brought to our attention that quite a number of ghouls have been roaming in this ward. Expect every worst possibility as the data collected by the bureaus have shown that several S+ rated ghouls are hiding in this ward.”

“Movement will be in personal formation with 15 Bureaus as back-ups. I will be assisting each one of you through the earpiece and monitoring through the drones.”

The investigators nodded, preparing themselves for the dangerous mission ahead. Hoseok gave them a nod of approval. “Doves, fight with your all. Best of luck,” he said before giving the signal.

“Operation commences.”

With a nod from your leader, the five of you set out into the dark night, ready to fight for justice and protect the citizens of the 13th ward from the threat of ghouls. You moved out, determined to eliminate the ghouls that lurked in the darkness. As all of you moved through the eerie streets of the 13th ward, the tension in the air was felt by everyone. The sound of footsteps echoed loudly as if warning any lurking ghouls of the doves’ presence. Jungkook took point, his Angel Beat quinque ready in his grip. He scanned the area, searching for any signs of movement.

“Clear,” he informed Hoseok, his voice crackling through your earpiece too.

As Jungkook ventured to his chosen route, the rest of the team moved forward, staying in formation before breaking into personal formation. Your squad moved deeper into the ward, searching every nook and cranny for any sign of ghoul activity. The tension was palpable, as all of you knew that any misstep could mean certain death or injury.

To describe Wipe-Out Operation with one word would be unpredictable. This operation was assigned to the Supreme Squad for a reason. Given the unpredictability, KCCG only sent out Associates Special Class and above to prevent any unwarranted damages, and it was usually conducted and supervised by Division Chief Director, Hoseok or Namjoon, according to the wards involved. KCCG strictly prohibited any ranks lower than Associate Special and Special from participating in the operation, no matter how great and exceptional one’s skills were.

It was the experience that counted, at least according to the KCCG’s higher-ups.

“Remaining doves, split into pairs,” Hoseok commanded. “The headquarters sent a newly found vision radar of the 13th ward, and the Rc levels are increasing. Jungkook, be informed. I will send out more bureaus to your side.”

“Very well.” His voice echoed in your earpiece following Hoseok.

“Bureaus, load your Q-bullets,” he ordered, stern and commanding.

The bureaus sprang into action, their movements quick and efficient. They reached for their bullet cases, deftly loading their Q-bullets into their quinques. The sound of the bullets clicking into place was the only noise in the silent night as they prepared themselves for the upcoming operation. They stood in line as they finished loading, waiting for the following order. Each one was ready for whatever lay ahead, their minds focused and their hearts beating with anticipation.

“Weapons are to be fired upon the orders of your respective formation leaders,” Hoseok instructed one last time before going off the communication system.

Suddenly, Yoongi urged you to follow him, “Let’s go (Y/N).”

Noticing the confusion on Jimin’s face, he clarified the situation by pointing out that it wouldn’t be a good idea to form a team with two associates and two special classes.

“In that case, you can take Jin,” Jimin countered, crossing his arms.

Yoongi scoffed, “Damn. Did I miss a notice stating that (Y/N) is your partner again?” He then grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards the other side of the ward, leaving Jimin fuming with anger and Jin puzzled.

As you and Yoongi turned to a corner, a loud noise erupted. The two of you stopped any movements, weapons raised as a reflex. You knew better than to speak out loud, so you waited with bated breath. Suddenly, a figure leapt out from the shadows.

It was a ghoul.

Its Kagune gleamed in the dim light and moved at a thunder-like speed, but before the ghoul could even reach the two of you, Yoongi had already unsheathed his jagged quinque. His quinque sliced through the air with deadly accuracy as he pivoted on his heel and swung, slicing through its kagune. The ghoul stumbled backwards, blood gushing from the wound on its side. Yoongi didn’t give it a chance to recover, though. He pressed forward, striking blow after blow with his quinque.

The ghoul crumpled to the ground with a loud thud, lifeless.

You stood back, watching as Yoongi wrenched the blood off his weapon and rested it on his shoulder. You weren’t oblivious to the fact that Yoongi was the most ruthless, quick-witted investigator ever to be born in KCCG. But at that moment, you wished he was anything but those. The ghoul you and Yoongi had encountered was a lone male ghoul. But it wasn’t that fact that made you hesitant.

He looked terrified. Eyes wide with fear.

It wasn’t the fear of being found by doves.

The fear in his eyes was present even before the pair of you arrived. He was about to say something before Yoongi killed him. You didn’t miss the tremble of his lips. “He was trying to tell something.” You approached the dead body.

Yoongi crouched down beside you and examined the ghoul’s face. “It doesn’t matter now.”

You frowned; you couldn’t shake the feeling that you might have missed something important. You scanned the area to see if there were other ghouls nearby, but there weren’t any. You and Yoongi moved forward cautiously. The streets of the 13th ward were silent. The moon shone down the deserted road, casting an eerie glow on the surroundings. As you and your partner walked further into the area, Yoongi suddenly stopped in his tracks, causing you to do the same.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the distance, approaching you rapidly.

Yoongi swung his quinque, ready for use, a menacing look on his face. You followed suit, grip on your weapon tightening. The footsteps grew closer, and you could see the silhouette of three figures approaching your direction with crazed expressions on their faces, ready to attack.

Without hesitation, Yoongi charged forward, striking one of the ghouls with a swift blow from his quinque. They clashed back and forth, Yoongi using his agility to dodge the ghoul’s attacks and strike back with his 13’s Jason. Each time he landed a hit, the ghoul would let out a pained growl, but it only seemed to make it more aggressive.

But it made Yoongi scoff.

He found it funny how the ghoul tried to act mighty and strong when he could easily detach the head from the neck with bare hands. Yoongi fought the creature with a clear stance and graceful movements as if he was performing a dance.

A deadly dance.

He was, after all, a killing machine masking as a delicate doll.

The remaining two turned their attention to you. The male ghoul was massive, towering over you with impressive height and a menacing expression. His kagune, a long tentacle-like appendage, whipped through the air as it prepared to attack. He lunged forward, forming his kagune into a claw; he aimed at your chest. But you quickly dodged the attack, stepping to the side and bringing your Aus up in a defensive stance. He snarled and attacked again.

Yoongi launched a powerful attack with his kagune, slicing through the ghoul’s torso and causing him to fall to the ground with a thud. He dragged his quinque painfully slow through the ghoul’s body as more blood flowed out. He lazily turned his head toward your direction. You were fighting two ghouls, but he didn’t have any intention of helping you, so he continued playing with the dead body.

You can handle them…

Probably, he shrugged.

With a swift movement of your wrist, you sliced through the ghoul’s arm, causing him to screech in pain and recoil. The second one finally jumped into the fight. She was relentless, her kagune striking out again and again, but you were unyielding, dodging, blocking, and attacking with unflinching determination. She charged at you upon seeing her friend being taken down, but again, you instinctively dodged to the side, swinging your quinque in a wide arc. She was fast, but you were quicker as you blocked and deflected her attacks while landing blows of your own. Your weapon finally made heavy contact with the ghoul’s flesh, spraying a shower of blood into the air. She howled in pain, but you couldn’t feel any sympathy; instead, you could feel a rush of adrenaline.

Suddenly, the injured male lunged forward with lightning speed, his kagune striking at you with deadly force. You looked at him with a condescending smirk, “A strong one, aren’t you?”

It was almost psychotic how your tone sounded because nothing could’ve prepared your opponents for your sudden move. Your quinque pierced through the ghoul’s flesh in a blink of an eye, and he let out a final howl before collapsing to the ground, dead.

It took the female one off guard, but you didn’t give her time to recover as you jumped over her head and delivered a powerful kick to its back. She was sent flying with great force; probably broke a few bones and damaged some areas of skin. You looked down at her spasming figure with malice and plunged your Aus into her back, ending her life immediately.

The bureaus under your command had shocking looks on their faces. They exchanged glances with each other as if realising that you were not to be underestimated. Of course, they had always heard the praises that fell from the lips of the higher-ups that you were a skilled investigator, but seeing you in action was entirely another thing.

“New recruits?” Yoongi’s voice was calm and collected, betraying no hint of emotion as he finished off the ghoul he was handling just now.

He did detach the head from the neck.

The bureaus’ complexion paled, every colour drained at the horrendous sight before them.

“Right, I forgot bureaus don’t kill all the time,” because it was clear that killing ghouls was just another day in the life of a KCCG investigator.

Suddenly, a shiver ran down your spine as you caught a glimpse of a figure moving in the corner of your eye. It has to be a mistake. A low growl echoed through the hallway, causing the team to freeze. They knew that sound all too well - it was the sound of a ghoul.

Not just an ordinary ghoul.

“It’s the Owl.”

Yoongi’s voice was the last thing you heard before the explosive sound of the Owl crashing on the ground, announcing its presence and causing debris to rain down on everyone. The heavy feelings that have been crawling on your back. The first ghoul you had encountered, the terror and fear in his eyes.

The three ghouls that were killed.

They died in the hands of doves instead of the Owl.

It was unintentional that they encountered us.

They were running away from the grim reaper but still stumbled on death’s door.

“Take cover!” You commanded the bureaus, grabbing the nearest to you by the arm and pulling them towards the most immediate cover. You and Yoongi were split as he jumped toward the right side. You positioned yourself in front of the female bureau you had pulled with you, shielding her from any potential danger.

The Owl planned all of this. None of these were coincidences.

Reaching for your ear device, you contacted Hoseok, “Emergency code red-O, triple S; Yong. Location, North–”

“Bureaus, fire!”

Upon Yoongi’s command, the bureaus opened fire on the Owl. The air was filled with the sound of gunfire and the whistling of projectiles. But the bullets seemed to have no effect on it. The Owl grew even more enraged and began to thrash about wildly. Its tentacles flailed out in every direction, knocking over walls and sending debris flying through the air.

What the fuck?

Why is he provoking Yong?!

Owls were immune to Q-bullets; sometimes, even quinque does no damage. He should know that.

“Fall back!” You shouted through the chaos, but your command fell on deaf ears. The sound of the continuous firing prevented your voice from reaching your comrades. You scrambled to dodge the tentacles and find another safe cover. You could feel the ground shaking beneath you as Owl continued to wreak havoc on the ward. The dangerous creature let out a deafening screech. Its eyes glowed red as it turned its attention toward the bureaus. It flapped its kagune and leapt into the air, swooping down towards them with incredible speed. The armed investigators scattered desperately, trying to avoid the creature’s deadly tentacles.

“Investigator Min, we need to–”

Yong pounced on a group of bureaus, slashing and tearing with its razor-sharp appendages. They screamed in terror as the beast’s relentless assault tore them apart. Some were still shooting and firing in hopes of distracting or even injuring – just a minor wound on the Owl, but despite their best efforts, the attacks seemed only to enrage the Owl further. It seemed almost invincible, unstoppable in its rage. Its attacks became increasingly ferocious, and the investigators found themselves quickly losing ground.

You turned to your partner in terror, hoping he would just look you in the eyes and bellow a command. “Min Yoongi – !” Except he was not in his spot.

The Owl turned around just in time to block your superior’s attack with its own kagune. It countered with a devastating strike that nearly took Yoongi off his feet.

“Yoongi, Hoseok is on the way. We need to retreat first!” You tried to reach him again while trying to gather the bureaus. The situation was already chaos at its finest; Yoongi definitely didn’t need to add up to it.

With a violent swing of his 13’s Jason, Yoongi charged forward once more, his quinque gleaming in the dim light of the ward. The two engaged in an intense battle, their weapons clashing with each other in a violent symphony. He lunged at the Owl, his quinque slashing through the air toward the ghoul’s head. But no matter how skilled Yoongi was, Owl was no easy opponent, and it had yet to unleash its full power.

Yoongi was not Namjoon.

Not even Hoseok.

Skills unmatched.

Yong’s eyes glowed with malice. Sidestepping the attack, it launched itself towards Yoongi; massive kagune extended, robust scale-red slashed through the air and to his abdomen. Yoongi stumbled back as blood seeped through his shirt.

He cursed under his breath, looking down at his open wound. His stamina was decreasing significantly from all those attacks and defences. But his body had long entered survival mode; he was far from exhausted. The Owl that stood in front of him, he knew very well.

The same Owl that caused a riot and havoc back in his hometown.

The very same Owl that became the reason why he was in KCCG instead of living happily with his family.

The one and only Owl that was responsible for his first ever traumatic event.

The fucking Owl that–

“Yoongi, dodge!” You slammed your body toward Yoongi without thinking twice the moment you saw his eyes go blank. You’ve seen that Yoongi way too many times. The Yoongi that would be deep in thought and stare into nothingness when you passed by his office. The only moment where he would show vulnerability unconsciously, and you knew how much he hated it– because you hated it too– but that always happened in the KCCG building and never, ever during a mission.

The collision between your body and Yoongi’s was extremely powerful that it sent him flying to the other side, to a safer side. His eyes finally met yours as his train of thought was interrupted. The worried expression on his face was the first you ever saw in your time working with him as he screamed your name with great desperation. You could swear you saw his eyes turn glossy before you were sent flying.

You pushed him just in time but were a second late to dodge the Owl’s full-force attack. Your Aus managed only to cover your torso as the Owl’s movement was too quick for your reflex. Your whole body met with the Owl’s heavy blow.

Since when does getting hit by your own quinque hurt like bitch? “S-shit…”

Your body was numb.

Hey, at least you’re not feeling pain.

Better than feeling the pain like someone was taking away your soul.

“Oh, my lady,” A voice reached your ears, although it was very faint due to the impact your body had experienced. You knew whose voice it was. “Do you recognise me?”

It was Hoseok.

You blinked twice as a yes.

“Good girl.” Weirdly you could feel his gentle stroke on your hair. His warmth reached your cold, numbing body. You wanted to close your eyes. “I need you to stay with us until you reach the hospital. Can you do that for me?”

You were tired. You didn’t think you could comply with this order.

“I know you’re tired and hurt, (Y/N), but I need you to just stay conscious. Jin will keep you company. I will take over everything from here. Take a rest, but please stay alive.”

The next thing you know, Jin was already on your side with a worried expression. “(Y/N), hang on there. The ambulance is on the way.” He stroked your hair with his rough, calloused hand – probably due to handling those heavy killing weapons. Your hands were no different. In fact, all ghoul investigators were bound to roughen their hands.

With the quinques.

And with blood.

Oh, are you regretting your decision, (Y/N)?

Never.

“Stay with us, (Y/N),” you heard Jungkook’s voice. Quinque was thrown to the side as he kneeled next to you. You swore his force could’ve injured his knees, but he didn’t seem to care at all by the looks of it. His eyes were only on you. Pupils dilated in fear. Hands and lips trembled as he spoke. “It must’ve hurt a lot, Sakura.”

Sakura.

“Yeah,” you said with minimal energy. “It hurts a lot, Koo.”

Jimin arrived last at the scene. He was out of breath from the sprinting he did when he received Hoseok’s assembly order. His eyes first landed on your half-alive body before the sight of the hideous monster caught his eyes.

Yoongi and (Y/N) couldn’t be that stupid to try and take the Owl down.

One was a half-ghoul, and another one was pure human.

“Oh, Yong Owl,” Hoseok had left your side, hands stuffed in his pockets and walked towards Yoongi, ordering the other fellow Supreme Squad members to follow him with bureaus at the ready. “It’s been a while, don’t you think?”

Yong Owl.

That name caught Jimin’s attention. When Hoseok commanded him to come here, he wasn’t informed which Owl was at the scene; only his rate was told. Jimin pushed back his hair from his forehead. He so badly wanted to burst into a loud laugh. He let his hand stay on his face longer but couldn’t contain the vicious smirk tugging on his lips at the realisation. Of course, it wasn’t you that could be so stupid in this situation.

You were the result of Yoongi’s stupidity.

Yong wasn’t some random Owl. Of course, he wasn’t, even for KCCG. But Yong was especially not some random Owl for Yoongi.

Jungkook hesitated to walk away from you but got on his feet and stood next to Jin with a concerned face for a few seconds. You were, after all, a Jeon. He couldn’t bear to see his family in pain and let the assaulter run away. He was torn between staying by your side or taking down Yong Owl. Jimin slung his hand on Jungkook’s shoulder, pulling the younger with him heading towards the Owl.

Yong was the murderer of Yoongi’s family.

“We’ll be right back, (Y/N),” Jimin sent you a wink. A smirk followed shortly after as he continued. “After this, no more danger you can’t take on will come your way.”

Silly Yoongi, but thank you for the opportunity, soulmate.

“Didn’t expect to see me?” Hoseok smiled. “I know you wish to have encountered Namjoon instead because he always lets you go unscathed, worried for his teammates.”

Yong took a step back as the Chief Director took a step forward. Hoseok was known for his ruthlessness, and that fact was well-learned even for ghouls, even for Owls. While he seemed like the most gentle and caring person, the fact was that he was still a ghoul investigator. His motto in KCCG was to kill with passion. He has worked for KCCG for the longest among everyone. His entire bloodline was born only to serve KCCG for the betterment of the world.

Most Owls have their own hideouts that were undetectable by KCCG; hence it was unlikely for Owls to bump into the doves. Moreover, Owls always stayed lowkey.

“But things work differently for me. You bark, I bite.”

A bureau walked towards Hoseok to hand him a quinque suitcase. Jimin whistled at the sight. He knew what was in that. Heck, it even looked different than any other quinque suitcase.

It was the legendary quinque.

It was the quinque imported from CCG, Japan. Previously wielded by Kishou Arima, the legendary ghoul investigator before he died, since then, the quinque has been stored in CCG’s top secret room. It was only recently an evaluation was done to hand over the quinque to worthy hands and make use of it. Hoseok was invited to take part in the evaluation and easily scored the highest. The quinque was named Owl, created from a kakuhou torn out of the Non-Killing Owl during the battle against Arima. Crafted with precision and designed for devastating efficiency, it possessed an air of elegance despite its deadly purpose. It was the only known SSS-rated quinque and the only one known to be created from a living ghoul.

“Unlucky for you; you hurt my favourite person.” Hoseok shook his head in disappointment as he was just scolding a child for his wrongdoing. He activated the suitcase, and immediately, it transformed into the Owl.

The Owl quinque was a masterpiece of engineering, combining intricate craftsmanship with advanced technology. Its appearance was both captivating and haunting, resembling a pair of oversized metallic wings. The wings were adorned with intricate patterns and etchings, reflecting the meticulous attention to detail put into its creation. The surface of the quinque gleamed with a metallic sheen, hinting at its superior strength and durability. The blade of the quinque was razor-sharp, capable of easily slicing through flesh and exoskeleton. Its edges were finely honed and meticulously maintained, ensuring maximum combat-cutting efficiency.

But it was not just its physical attributes that made the Owl quinque so formidable. Within its core lay a unique and deadly mechanism. With a simple flick of a switch, the quinque would unleash its true power. The wings would unfold, revealing hidden compartments and mechanisms, each serving a specific purpose in enhancing combat capabilities. The Owl quinque was known for its incredible speed and agility. It allowed its wielder to move with astonishing swiftness, striking down enemies in a flurry of precise and lethal attacks. Its versatility was unmatched, enabling the wielder to seamlessly transition between offensive and defensive maneuvers, easily adapting to any situation.

Moreover, the quinque possessed a unique ability to absorb and manipulate the kagune, the potent weapon of the ghouls. It could absorb the kagune’s energy and redirect it with devastating force, turning the enemy’s own power against them. This ability allowed the wielder to effectively counter even the most formidable opponents, turning their strength into their downfall.

The sheer power and elegance of the Owl quinque made it a symbol of Arima’s skill and prowess as a CCG investigator. Its reputation preceded it, striking fear into the hearts of ghouls and admiration in the minds of fellow investigators.

It was a weapon of legend, capable of rewriting the course of battles and leaving a trail of destruction in its wake.

Weapon at ready, Hoseok began again, “I don’t want your death.”

In the hands of Arima, the Owl quinque became an extension of his own being. It embodied his relentless determination and unwavering resolve in the face of darkness. With each swing and strike, he delivered justice with chilling precision, carving a path through the ghouls that dared to challenge him, and it was about to be the same for Hoseok.

The legend of the Owl quinque would be relived in his hands.

“Your scream when I extract fragments of you in Cochlea sounds more satisfying.”

And he would start by painting the blood of Yong on the quinque.

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The (Rough) Timeline

March 2024 - Contributor Applications Open!

April 22nd - Zine members selected and invited to Discord

May 1st - Zine members finalized

June 1st - Zine check-in 1

July 1st - Zine check-in 2

August 1st - Zine pieces due!

September 1st - Zine layout finalization due!

September 18th - ZINE RELEASED!

You might notice this is a pretty long timeline for a zine and we're starting pretty early; because this fandom is fairly small and this is a big occasion, I want to provide extra time so that as many people can hear about the project and participate as possible.

If you're looking for something to do until contributor apps open, SIGNAL BOOST, SIGNAL BOOST, SIGNAL BOOST! Reblog, post to Twitter, tell your friends, get the word out so this can be the biggest celebration it possibly can! If you make any graphics in your quest to help get the word out, PLEASE tag this blog so they can be shared!

Aaaand that's the basics! Again, feel free to send an ask with any additional questions. If you're considering applying in January, it's never too early to start sketching/considering ideas!

#zine promo #fandom zine #srmthg #srmthfg

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booz-lose · 27 days

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Eternal Resonance Part Two

(This is part 2!! Go check out part 1 if you haven't already).

A/N: This is a TK fic. If you're not into that, don't read. || This is probably my longest fan fiction I've ever actually posted. I'm sorry it took so long to finish it, I had writers block and really could not think of anything to write. But anyway, I really hope you enjoy this!!

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"Fine." Vox said in defeat. Vox agreed to make a deal with Alastor. As Alastor smiled wider, his tendrils retreated, and Vox fell to the ground. Alastor offered his hand, and after some hesitation, Vox took it. Surprisingly, it was a normal handshake without any green aura or weird creepy stuff. Right at that moment, the doors behind Alastor swung open.

"Hey, Vox, do you-" Valentino dropped his coffee mug as he saw both Alastor and Vox holding hands. "Vox, what actually fuck are you doing!?" Vox tried to pull away, but Alastor kept a tight hold. "Don't worry, Dear. We just made a simple deal." Val nearly lost his mind. "You.. WHAT!?" He walked over to them, pointing to Alastor. "Why the hell would you make a deal with him??" Alastor had a bit a sas, "Oh, calm down. He still owns his soul." Al said as he walked away. "It seems, though, that I need a visit to the Taylor." He laughed as he disappeared into the shadows.

Valentino yanked Vox by the arm and forcefully ushered him into Vee's office. He threw Vox on the chair and pointed an accusing finger at him. "I can't believe you did this! What were you even thinking!?" Velvette entered the room, stretching her arms, "What's happening?"

"This bitch of an idiot box made a deal with Alastor!" She gasped, "Why would you do that!?" Vox was filled with anger and disappointment in himself. "I had to, okay!? I had no choice! If I didn't he would have killed me!" He said as he slammed his fist on the table and stood up. "I'm going to my room." Is the last thing he said before walking away. Valentino and Velvette just looked at each other.

Vox entered his room and threw himself on the bed. He sighed and thought about what he did... but as he thought, he came up with an idea..

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Alastor had just finished his time at the Taylor. As he was walking, he couldn't stop thinking about what happened just 30 minutes ago.. He said Vox was gonna have an unforgettable experience, not himself... His thoughts got interrupted as he ran into someone. Speak of the Devil...

"Hey, Alastor!" Vox said as he stood not even an inch away from Alastor. Alastor backed up. "Why, hello Dear. What is it that you want?" He said as he fixed his bow tie. "I want to talk." He raised an eyebrow and smiled wide. "Well, if you insist." They both walk over to the nearest bench.

"What is it?" Alastor wanted to get this done quick so he could go back to the hotel. "That deal we made.. yea, uh- all my friends hate me now. I don't know why I even made a deal with you. I should've just said no!" Vox raised his voice. "Well, Dear, if you'd said no, I wouldn't have let you go." He had a point, but Vox didn't care. "I don't care! At least my friends wouldn't hate me!" Alastor's grin grew wider than ever.

"Well, whose fault is that?" Vox froze, turning to Al.

"YOURS! You're the one who wanted to make a deal in the first place!" Alastor just loved to piss Vox off. It was one of his favorite things to do. "You're the one who said yes." He shrugged his shoulders. Vox's head was about to explode. "Well, Dear, I guess it's time I start going," Al said while standing up, "I have a hotel to run!" As he started to walk away, Vox mumbled something,

"Speaking of my friends, they wanted to see you." Vox was hoping Alastor heard him. Al turned his head, "What did you say?"

"I said, my friends wanted to see you." Alastor turned his whole body around and walked back over to Vox. "Alright then, take me to them." Vox smiled wickedly as he led Alastor to the Vee's tower. They quickly hurried into Vox's bedroom, Alastor sat on his bed. "I'll be right back, let me go get the others." Vox walked over to his door, but he locked it instead. He started laughing and turned back over to Al.

"Vox, what are you doing..?" Vox walked over to Alastor and towered over him. "I'm getting revenge you smiley cunt!" He said as he lunged himself onto Al, pinning his arms to the bed.

"Ah! W-what are you- doing!?" Alastor was laying face down as Vox was sitting on top of him. "If you thought you could just torture me and not get Karma, you thought wrong!" Alastor struggled. His microphone was leaning against the nightstand, much too far out of reach.

"Vox, Dear, you know I am much more stronger than you. You are just making things worse!" Vox laughed, watching as the Radio Demon struggled to escape underneath of him. "Oh, you won't be so strong when I'm done with you." Even though Vox tried to be intimidating, it never seemed to work on Alastor.. or so he thought.

"How do you like the taste of your own medicine?" Vox said as he suddenly jabbed his fingers into Alastor's sides. Alastor's body jolted as if it was struck by lightning. "Vox wait-" He slammbed his arms to his sides as Vox's fingers danced on them.

"How does it feel? I'm going to do this for hours! Ha-Ha!" Alastor's ears pinned down and he tried to hold in his laughter. "I-I'm not ticklish!"

"You can't lie yourself out of this one, that's not how this works... remember?" Vox moved up near Al's underarms and he kicked his legs. "I-I am not lyihing!" Vox couldn't help but think about his plan working. He knew this also wouldn't help his fantasies, but he didn't care. He enjoyed this so much.

"Was that a little giggle I heard?" Vox teased, moving his hands lower again. Alastor dug his head into the pillows, trying to hide his face from this scene. No one's ever dared to touch Alastor, yet Vox somehow had the courage to. Vox then had another idea.

"Oh, look at those soft-looking ears you have here~..." Alastor's eyes widened as he heard such words. "No! Vox, I swear to god if you-" Vox cut him off by placing his hands on his ears. His legs were kicking more and he grabbed where Vox's hands were, trying to ply them off.

"NO! VOHOHOX! PlehehAse!!!" Vox couldn't help but laugh. "Ohoho! Did I find your weak spot?" He continued to pet Al's ears everywhere. The base, the top, everywhere.

"You bihihiHtch!" Alastor managed to say in between laughs. "You're gonna pay for that!" Vox teased, petting more at the base of Al's ears. Alastor couldn't hide his laugh anymore. He was maniacal. "Hohoholy shihihit!! Let- me gohohoh! HAHA!" He was weak.

Vox was smiling from.. ear to ear? "Aw, has someone had enough?" Vox teased. Alastor knew he was mimicking him from earlier. "Yehehes!!! P-Pleehehease!!!" Alastor begged. Alastor hadn't been tickled or even touched almost at all since he was alive. When he was a kid, his mother used to play games and have little tickle fights with him. But ever since he arrived in Hell, he never wanted to be involved with a lot of touching. Though, he never really minded it with Rosie..

Vox stopped tickling Alastor to let him breathe. Alastor was still laughing, trying to recover. "I.. hahaha.. get ohohof of meheh!"

"How cute, the big, bad Radio Demon weak and unable to move! How could anyone hate this?" Alastor tried to pick himself up, but he was too weak. Vox wished he had those super cool tendrils to lift Al's arms up. If he did, he would be unstoppable! He then took one of Al's arms and lifted it above his head. Alastor shook his head and yelled "No!" as Vox slowly moved his hand towards his side. As his hand reached his side, Alastor started laughing again. He tried to fold to protect himself, but obviously he couldn't.

As Vox's fingers danced across Alastor's ribs, the room was filled with fits of laughter. The playful scene was interrupted by loud knocks at the door. Vox's hands stopped and his head turned towards the sound.

"Al, quick, hide," Vox whispered urgently, getting off of Al. Alastor was confused, but didn't question it and quickly got under the bed. Vox headed towards the door and unlocked it. He opened it to find Valentino, his tall, creepy figure looming in the doorway.

"What's with all the noise? Are you talking to someone?" Valentino's voice seemed calm, but you could still hear the anger. He stepped into the room, looking around while he took a long drag from his cigarette. "No, Val... I was just-"

Alastor couldn't stop giggling. He tried to keep quiet, holding his hands to his mouth.

Vox looked around too, then remembered he left Al's microphone on the nightstand! He quickly hurried to it and pushed it under the bed. Alastor felt something touch him and he gasped. Vox quietly shushed him and quickly walked away. "There's nothing to worry about, Dear. Everything is just fine! I'm just enjoying myself with some alone time." Valentino shrugged his shoulders and walked towards the door. "If you say so. Bye, Darling~." Is the last thing he said before he walked out. Vox locked the door again and walked to the bed.

"Al, you can come out now." Alastor quickly got out from under the bed. "Dear, you look stressed. Allow me to help!" Vox realized the deep shit he was in, especially now that Al has his microphone.

"Shit."

The rest of that evening, Alastor beat Vox's ass once again, leaving him conquered. No matter how hard Vox tries, his plans always backfire on him. I guess that's a sign to never mess with the Radio Demon.

The End.

#alastor #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #fanfiction #fanfic #tickle fic #vox #radiostatic #radiosilence #cute #one sided radiostatic #hazbin hotel vox #tickle community #part two of two #this is probably really bad

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albert-tsum · 2 months

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I just decided to ramble a bit about my sexuality hcs, ships etc about Wesker.

(I never thought I'd make so many text posts)

These are not going to be extremely precise analyses and will be influenced by my personal wishes and hopes. If I've written something that goes absolutely against the canon feel free to inform me.

It may become a bit uncomfortable since I wanna address some serious topics.

And it'll be too long again.

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1. General headcanons

Personally I see him on the aroace spectrum and/or as pansexual. He's not easily romantically or sexually interested in someone. I'd even say it happens almost never. He may be able to sleep with people he isn't into (maybe to manipulate them) but rarely does so (I also don't think he slept with Excella like some do, she clearly wanted it but he was able to manipulate her without sex). To be into someone this person needs something that intrigues or excites Wesker e.g. their intelligence, willpower, physical combat skills etc. But I don't think he would care much about the gender of his partner. He probably has more experience with women (e.g. he says in the OG RE1 that "he's not used to escort men") but is also open for men. As far I am aware his VAs Richard Waugh (a) and DC Douglas (b) said that he's not gender specific (a) and probably wouldn't limit himself (b) to one gender.

Either way I see him as queer.

2. My ships

As you see in my reblogs I ship him and William Birkin. He was Weskers only real friend whom he admired and trusted. That's a really big thing for Wesker so I like the hc that there was more than friendship between them and I would love to see them interacting more and learn more about their shared past.

The only other ship I like with Wesker is himxChris Redfield even tho it's kinda problematic. I like the STARS version of them where Chris looked up to Wesker who was fond and proud of him (but probably doesn't want to have feelings like this since he knows he will betray them at one point). I also kinda like the hc that Wesker maybe wanted Chris (and perhaps Jill) to join him if they hadn't make fun of his tyrant. Since I kinda like enemies to lovers and complex relationships like that I also enjoy post RE1 Chrisker. I'd love if it's not sheer hate between them but more like a mix of disappointed expectations, obsession and that they need eachother and the secret wish to have eachother on their side.

I am not the biggest fan of huge age gaps so Chris and Wesker having a difference of 15 years is something I am not too happy about. So early 20s is the lowest age I'd accept (like Jake's mother was).

3. My hopes and wishes

As I said I don't like huge age gaps so I dislike the ships WeskerxRebecca and WeskerxClaire. Rebecca was 18 und Claire 19 when they met Wesker and they are way too young for him. Because of that I really hope that Wesker isn't attracted to Rebecca. That would be a no-go even tho it's fictional and it'd destroy Wesker as a character for me. So I really hope Capcom won't make him someone who absolutely does not care about age to the extent where it's becoming creepy.

(that isn't meant to offend those who like these ships, it's just my personal opinion)

CW: r@pe

I also came across people claiming that he may be a r@pist (for e.g. controlling Jill in RE5). That's another case of yeah he is absolutely evil but that does not mean that he has every evil trait or crime committed. I am pretty sure he didn't do anything sexual to Jill (who had the control device on their chest not because Wesker is a pervert but because the devs wanted more fanservice). I don't think Capcom would make a important character like Wesker (who you can also play as) a r@pist (unlike Irons who was a really hateable side character who was hated even by Wesker)

Thx for reading 😅

#albert wesker #chris redfield #chrisker #resident evil #resident evil wesker #william birkin #willsker #rebecca chambers #claire redfield

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the1975attheirverybest · 1 year

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Can I ask for a blurb when reader and Matty haven't had sex in a while because they have been busy and she has been stressed. Maybe he has tried to initiate it a couple of times but as soon as he gets that she's not into he dropped of course. So she realise it has been a while and she apologises and feels guilty but he's super nice about it.

Sorry once again trying to heal my trauma through fiction. 😅

Hope your having a nice day💕

Of course, babes! Sorry about the delay. Looks like my writing is going through another shitty phase. I hope this helps in some small way. Remember that if anyone treats you with anything less than complete respect, then they don’t deserve you or your trust. Love you. 🥰

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Monday.

It was already a busy week for both of them. Matty had spent most of the weekend in the studio, alone, with George, working out the production on a song they’d written and revised a thousand times. He’d come home really late Sunday night and found her asleep already, sliding into bed next to her as quietly as possible and going to sleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. So, when she woke up this morning, well before his alarm went off, she decided not to wake him, simply giving him a quick kiss on the forehead and dashing out the door to get an early start to the work week.

She waited around for him that night. Or tried to, at least. She’d cooked them a quick dinner, and set out a plate for him, but he never came. When she texted him, he replied, 39 minutes later, sorry, babe. Another late night. Enjoy dinner though. See you at home?

She wanted to see him. She missed him. So, she tried to stay up late, watching tv , snuggled up on the couch and counting down the minutes until she could hear his car pull into the driveway. But, she’d had a long day herself. Work had gotten wiped her out. Making dinner and taking a quick shower was just about all she was capable of after that. So, she ended up falling asleep right there on that couch. Well before Matty got home.

She had a vague memory of Matty carrying her up the stairs and into their bedroom, tucking her in, and giving her a kiss that tasted like toothpaste and smelled like cigarettes. So, he must have been getting ready for bed too, but she doesn’t recall seeing him change out of his clothes, or get into bed. She was out like a light.

Tuesday.

“Morning, sleeping beauty.” Matty grinned down at her as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

“H-how long have you been standing there…watching me sleep?”

Matty laughed and shook his head. “Please, I’m not that creepy. I was just setting down your breakfast on the night stand. Did I wake you?”

She propped up her pillow and sat up, looking to her side, where Matty had, indeed, left a cup of coffee and a pastry. “Oh, thank you, baby. When did you-“

“Woke up early to grab them. Wanted to spend some time with you before we both went off to work. Feel like we’ve hardly seen each other since….Friday?”

She nodded, taking a sip of her drink, and letting the comforting taste of her coffee order wake her up gently. “You’re an angel, you know that?” She reached out her hands, pulling Matty back into bed to kiss him.

“Don’t think angels would do what I wanna do to you right now…” he mumbled against her lips as she kissed him.

“Oh, babe, not that I wouldn’t love to, but- I have to get ready for work soon, and- I just, I don’t think it’d be fun to rush through it-“

“Oh, of course. Yeah.” She felt his hold on her loosen immediately as he pulled away.

“Sorry! Please don’t be mad! It’s not that I don’t want to- it’s just that work has been crazy, I’ve actually been going into the office early to catch up on stuff and I don’t think the mood-“

“Hey,” he cupped her face with a gentle touch. “Listen to me, it’s okay! You don’t have to explain yourself. Alright? I understand.” He smiled at her reassuringly as she studied his face for any signs of secret resentment.

“A-are you sure?”

“Course I am, babe. Just take your breakfast with you. You can pass on this body” he pointed jokingly to his torso, “Won’t have you skipping meals for work, though…”

“You’re the best.” She gave him a quick peck before springing out of bed and into the bathroom.

Wednesday.

“Matty? Honey? You home?” She called out from the entryway, frowning at the noise in the kitchen, as she hung up her keys and kicked off her shoes. She hadn’t expected him to be home before her tonight. So, she was a bit thrown off.

“Hello, my love!” He chirped, a carefree smile on his tired, sleep-deprived face. He gave her a greeting kiss. “How was you’re day?”

She let him help her take off her coat as she gave him the highlights, “what’re you doing home so early?”

“Finally finished that song that’s been bothering us for weeks. Thought I’d call it an early night and come make us dinner.”

“Oh, yeah? That’s great news!”

“You wanna hear it? I’ve got it on my phone, actually!”

She loved being his private audience. He always played her incomplete songs and ideas for melodies whenever he had them and he respected her opinion immensely. She was always humbled and flattered by the way his eyes would watch her carefully to gauge her reaction to any new music and she loved that he actively sought out her input and took her feedback seriously.

Much of their dinner conversation was, naturally, devoted to that song and what he might do with it. They discussed their favorite parts of it, Matty told her about how he came to write it, what George had done with it, and why it took so long to “get just right.” The conversation carried on, and strayed in several different directions as they cleaned up the kitchen and settled into the living room, with her in his lap, flipping through several streaming services for something to watch before bed.

“Or, we could just-“ Matty dipped his head down to kiss her, his hands traveling to her waist. She’d missed him. His touch. His scent. The feeling of his soft lips on hers. She really wanted this. She did. But, she didn’t want it to go any further. And, it was clear by how eagerly Matty had re-positioned himself on the couch to be on top of her, that he did want to go further.

She closed her eyes, trying to breathe deeply, but the anxious feeling in the pit of her stomach wouldn’t let her. It’s fine. This is fine. She loved Matty. And sex was fun. And they hadn’t done it in a while. So, this’d probably be good. She’s not entirely into it now, but should get herself there. Eventually. If she kept going, right? All couples compromise at some point. So, what if she wasn’t feeling it. Worst case scenario, she’d just wait for him to finish. It’ll be fine.

“Everythin’ alright, darlin’?” Matty’s voice interrupted the small whispers inside her own mind.

“Sorry, what’d you say?”

Matty gradually withdrew, sitting up straight and getting off of her to give her some space. “I was just asking if you’re okay. What’s the matter, love?”

“Oh! Nothing’s the matter. I’m fine. Why?”

“Well….you seem…distracted. Pretty sure I felt you tense up a bit. Just makin’ sure you’re okay….”

She hadn’t realized that she’d clutched onto the couch reflexively when Matty’s arms began to run over her body. He was right. She was feeling stiff.

“I- umm, yeah, I’m fine. I just- well-“ the small flutter of anxiety that that had been moving through her now settled into real panic. She had no idea what to say that wouldn’t hurt his feelings.

“Hey, what’s wrong, baby? Did I- god, have I hurt you?” Matty looked at her, concern in his eyes, he was absolutely clueless.

“No, no! Not at all- it’s not - you’ve done nothing! I promise. It’s not you-“

“Well, what is it then? You can tell me…did you- do you not want this right now?”

Her throat ran dry at his words, she felt tongue tied. Too overwhelmed to speak. Matty watched her, expecting a response. Eventually, she shook her head.

“Oh, I see. That’s okay! Why didn’t you say anything?”

They way she looked up at him with surprised and confusion utterly baffled him. Like it hadn’t even occurred to her that it was an option to simply let him know.

“Well, you know, we…umm- haven’t slept together in a while, and…yesterday, I did. When you tried, I said no, cuz I had to go to work, and stuff…so, I just figured-“

“You figured what? You’d let me have it even if you’re not into it?” Matty smiled in disbelief, shaking his head.

“Sounds silly when you put it like that.” She looked down at her feet, feeling dejected and foolish.

Matty jumped from his side of the couch over to her, pulling her into a hug, immediately. “Listen to me, and listen carefully, you are NOT obligated to give me sex. Like ever. I don’t care how long it’s been, I don’t care how many times you’ve had to say now, I don’t care if we’re right in the middle of things, and I’m standing there, lookin at you with my fuckin dick out. If, at any point, you suddenly decide, you’re not feeling it, you just say the word and we’ll stop.”

She shook her head, “but that sounds so selfish!”

“Not as selfish as me ignoring all your cues. Letting you put yourself through something so personal when you’re not enjoying it just so I can cum for the night. Does that seem fair to you? Would that be right?”

Something about the way he’d described it matter-of-factly made the decision seem like a no-brainer. But, in the moment, it didn’t feel that way at all. “Nope.”

“I never want to take advantage of you. I never want to taint our relationship. You don’t owe me anything. Just because you’ve agreed to be in this relationship with me, it doesn’t give me the right to just expect sex from you. Any time it happens between us, we both have to be into it. Meaning, every. Single. Time. We have to make it an active choice. Yeah? Besides, it’s not nearly as sexy or enjoyable for me, if you’re not into it! Do you see what I mean?”

“…yeah, I do. Thank-“

“Fuck no. Not havin’ you thank me for being, like, a normal human being. That’s the bare fuckin minimum. If anyone’s ever made you feel like that’s something you have to be grateful for, then they’re the twat, not you. And if I haven’t made that clear enough until today, then that’s a failure on my part. I’m going to fix it. Starting….well, now! May I kiss you?”

“Yes, Matty. You may.”

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creadigol · 8 months

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*Warning: This snippet contains thoughts of unhappiness about ones body. Please be safe my darlings! Love y’all!

Hey all! Here’s a little snippet I thought of today! Hope y’all enjoy!

New Hero had many things going for them in the field.

Their skills were unparalleled and many agencies had rallied to get New Hero on their payroll and in their city. They were unmatched in strength, their intelligence was superior to most (except maybe Hero themselves), they had a kind heart and a pure soul, and overall they were an all around great hero.

If only it wasn’t for their looks.

New Hero was ugly, like unbelievably ugly. The hunchback of Notre Dame was more of a biography for New Hero than a fiction novel.Their back was hunched, their eyes uneven, and their arms an unusually large size. It made them intimidating, it made them unapproachable…it made them scary.

Children would run after just one look, mothers would frown in disapproval, and men would look one step away from reverting back to the pitchfork and tar days. New Hero didn’t mind that so much, after all they had dwelt with that their entire lives; what really hurt though, what truly cut deep, was when their own team would have the same reactions.

New Hero had hoped, expected really, for other heroes to accept them for who they were and their skills, seeing past the looks and onto what really mattered.

No such luck.

New Hero dipped their head as they walked through the agency’s hallway. After every turn and every doorway they heard the gossip being spoken about them.

God, have you ever seen anything like it?

I can’t look, not if I want to eat lunch today.

Those eyes! It’s like they see everything yet nothing…it’s creepy.

A monster.

Maybe we should warn Hero…I mean we can’t have someone like that seen with our Hero…

God, they didn’t even try to say them under their breath anymore. At least when New Hero first started the others had the courtesy to say those awful things after work or behind closed doors.

Not to mention the last comment, spoken by Other Hero while standing in the control room…Hero, the great and perfect Hero, was coming back from a long mission today. Hero had been gone the entire time New Hero had been there and the two had never met, but New Hero had heard enough to know what to expect.

Hero was, for all intents and purposes, perfect.

Hero was everything a hero dreamed of being and more. They were lithe, strong, kind, brilliant, confident, a born leader, and…and…simply beautiful. Hero was aesthetically pleasing in every way. Strong, but not too bulky. Tall, but not too towering. Eyes bright, but not too intrusive. Skin flawless, but not in an artificial way. Hero was the perfect poster-person for the agency…Hell, for any agency. Not only were they charismatic and handsome on screen, but their work as a hero was unparalleled. They got the hardest assignments and gave back the best results. New Hero knew that pretty much every agency in the world was vying to get Hero in their city, even though Hero had pledged to be in theirs.

Hero really was perfect.

And they were coming back today…to the agency…after months of undercover…and they were going to see New Hero…the exact opposite of Hero.

Shit, New Hero wasn’t looking forward to this. They could handle the mockery and slander from the rest of the agency, but if Hero…THE HERO…agreed with them…well that would just prove it, wouldn’t it? New Hero was a monster.

“Hey freak!”

New Hero closed their eyes in resignation.

“Freak! Yeah you! I have something for you.” New Hero turned and saw three lower level heroes standing behind them.

“Yes?” New Hero asked, ice in their voice.

The Low Hero who was in front spoke, “SuperHero has a new assignment for you. Said we need to bring you to the training room for the debrief.”

New Hero furrowed their brows, “Why the training room? Why not the war-room?”

The other two heroes scoffed.

“Because the systems are down in there! God, don’t you know anything or do those eyes and clay ears only pick up the occasional piece of information?”

“I…I knew that! I just forgot is all,” New Hero countered. Well, that was a lie. In truth New Hero had no idea about the systems being down, but they had been out on patrol all morning and the systems were always on the fritz.

God, just because they looked like a nightmare didn’t mean they were stupid.

The three led them down the stairs to the underground training room. Well, room was an understatement. It was more like a vast cavern the size of several football fields.

New Hero looked around for SuperHero, but couldn’t see them. Actually they couldn’t see anyone. Only the emergency lights were on in the room, casting long shadows and filling the corners with darkness. If SuperHero was here, then they must have been standing in one of the shadows, but New Hero doubted it.

Dammit, they really wouldn’t go this far would they?

The door closed behind them.

They would.

“You can’t really think we would let you be seen during Hero’s homecoming,” Came a voice from the other side of the reinforced door. “The News will be there. We want Hero smiling and looking confident, not like they’re holding back disgust. Just stay down here until it’s done.”

New Hero heard them walk away from the door. They tried to open it, but of course it was locked. Not only locked, but designed to hold back even SuperHero powers during training. There was no way out. They would have to wait it out.

The emergency lights cut off.

Oh…oh that changes things. New Hero disliked the dark, it was mysterious and who knows what was hiding in it, but they absolutely could not handle pitch darkness.

The training room was underground, no windows or they couldn’t contain heroes’ powers when practicing.

No, no, no! They really couldn’t handle this! So many memories of complete darkness…so many terrors lurking within…all to hide their face!

New Hero felt their control slipping, their fear taking over…and next thing they knew they were pounding ruthlessly on the door with all their immense strength. Screaming obscenities, begging for light, freedom…anything to escape.

They stayed in that state for what felt like hours. Nothing but fear, screaming, hitting, and darkness. All consuming darkness. They felt their mind falling into it.

But, then suddenly, it was broken.

A stream of warm light sliced through the darkness accompanied by the sound of the heavy door opening.

New Hero squinted in the light. They knew they must look even more terrible than usual, tears covering their blotchy face, blood all over their fists…but they didn’t care. They scurried into the light as quickly as possible.

It was then that they noticed something coming out of the light. A figure that seemed to give off light themselves. Surrounded by the warm glow a person New Hero didn’t recognize at first, stood tall in the doorway.

“New Hero?” Came a soft voice came from the brightness. “It’s alright. Everything’s alright.” It was a nice voice, the kind that instantly calmed and disarmed. Melodic.

The figure crouched down to New Hero’s level. A hand came up, holding a pure white handkerchief. It was slowly wiped across New Hero’s dirty, tear covered face.

“I’m sorry,” the voice continued. “I didn’t know…I’m sorry.”

The handkerchief was put down once New Hero’s tears were dried and soft hands clasped theirs and brought up their bloody knuckles.

“Oh my,” the voice said. “How scared you must have been.”

Then, slowly, non intrusively, arms were wrapped around them. The warm embrace was something New Hero was not expecting, yet they melted into it instantly. There was something welcoming about these arms. Something which just radiated unconditional caring.

“Let me know when you’re ready and we can go upstairs.”

New Hero stayed in the arms for longer than what social convention would strictly allow, but after a few minutes they pulled back. Now that their senses were back to normal, they wondered who in the world was with them. Everyone at the agency flinched back when New Hero approached. Some even sanitized the keypad after New Hero typed in their pin…no one would willingly touch them, let alone hold them like this.

They leaned back and looked into the strangers eyes.

Hero’s eyes

Oh god it was Hero! The Hero! The beautiful, perfect Hero. Still in their uniform, though their gloves and mask had been removed. They had a look on their face which didn’t suit their good looks. They looked kind, yet angry, with a touch of sadness in the corner of their eyes.

“You want to go up now? I’d understand if you wanted to wait,” Hero said. They must have been confused at New Hero’s staring because then they said, “Are you okay? Do you need anything? I have a weighted blanket and water in my room…would that help? That usually helps me…maybe something hot? Or perhaps food…”

“Why are you here?” New Hero interrupted.

“What?” Hero leaned back more, though kept their hands on New Hero’s elbows.

“Why are you here? Talking to me? Letting me out?”

Hero scrunched their eyebrows together, “Why wouldn’t I be?”

New Hero looked down, “It’s not good for you to be seen with me…you have an image to maintain.”

“Nonsense.” New Hero looked up at Hero’s tone. “Can’t be seen? I have an image? Is that what they told you?”

New Hero nodded.

“New Hero, I’ve read your file. I read all the files of those who come to this agency…and I have never seen one as exemplary, as caring…” Hero took a breath, “New Hero, I don’t care what the other’s have told you or what they said about me… I would be honored to have someone like you seen with me. You’re a fantastic hero.”

New Hero felt their tears come anew. Only this time it wasn’t in fear.

“You think you’re ready to go upstairs? Your face isn’t as red anymore.”

New Hero nodded and Hero helped them up.

“Sorry about that,” New Hero said when they saw the dirty hanky on the ground.

Hero shrugged, “Don’t worry about it. It’s only cloth. And I get it. You would not believe how I get in enclosed spaces…not so pretty.”

New Hero smiled at that. They never thought Hero would be so personable. It was nice, it made them seem human.

As they walked up the stairs, Hero commenting here and there about stuff in New Hero’s file or what their mission was like, New Hero felt a sense of kinship they had never experienced before.

Let’s just say, if anyone ever tried to put Hero in an enclosed space, they would answer to New Hero.

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1. FROM: UNKNOWN | OBSESSION SERIES |

Pairings: Yandere!Namjoon x Reader, Yandere!Jungkook x Reader

Word count: 4.7 K

This is part of the obsession series, you can find my main masterlist here.

Warnings (for this chapter): +18, stalking, anxiety, cursing, panic attacks, mentions of medication (sleeping pills), creepy text messages (only one of them it's shown), sex is implied but there isn't any explicit scenes, mc is completely clueless of Namjoon's actions bc she's in love, Dasom is not a bad friend she just doesn't like Namjoon (and she's right, an intellectual).

I don't agree nor condone any of the actions made by any of the characters throughout the story, I also do not belive that any of the members of BTS would act this way or have this type of behaviour, this story it's fiction and it's written with the sole purpose of entertainment, please proceed with caution.

Summary:Your husband adores you and he would do anything for you, but little do you know, so will the man who's watching you from the shadows.

Taglist (for this series): @minshookie29, @multifandombishthatlovekth, @kimlineownsme, @marslena. (If you like to be added, just comment under this post or send me an ask requesting to be added❤)

A/N: Hello everyone, I'm very sorry that it took me some time to upload this, I finished a very draining semester and decided to rest for a bit before coming back to writting, it also took some time because I decided to change almost everything I had already written for this, it just didn't feel right for me but thankfully I managed to finish this chapter before the month ended, thank you all so much for your comments and words of encouragment, I appriciate them a lot, I hope you all have and amazing day and have fun reading! [EDITED ON 13/06/2022]

You know your husband like the back of your hand.

He likes to drink hot coffee in the mornings to boost his energy and has a cup of tea after work to relieve the stress of being stuck in an office for so long, he’s a night owl and says he feels more productive at night, one of the most adorable facts about him is that he has a sweet tooth, back at his office, he has a fully stocked drawer in his desk with all his favorite sweets, he hates seafood and shouldn’t be allowed to go anywhere near a stove, he likes to say his favorite drink is whiskey on the rocks but you know he has a soft spot for cocktails, margaritas and piñas coladas are his ultimate guilty pleasure, he secretly loves gardening and uses the excuse of "helping you out" to let himself enjoy such a mundane hobby, you’ll never tell him, but gardening it’s not something you enjoy a lot, you started with the hopes on liking it but never really got the hang of it, you only kept on doing it because he seems to love it so much, but you know your husband, Namjoon would never admit to himself that a man like him can have a deep connection to a simple activity like this, so for his sake, you’ll continue to pretend that he’s doing this for you and not the other way around.

From his hidden passion for gardening, came his extensive knowledge of flower meanings, Namjoon knows exactly what each of his favorite flowers means and how it’s color also gives it an even deeper meaning. Ever since you started living together, every Friday after coming home from work, he would always bring you a bouquet of white Camellia's and red Carnations, it’s a beautiful tradition he started and that he has made sure to cherish and maintain as well as you have by keeping a routine ever since he started doing this. You both greet each other at the front door, he’ll approach you with the biggest smile on his face despite coming home tired and you’ll return the smile with open arms for him to find the warm comfort that you know he seeks, he will kiss your cheek first and then your lips, and between the shared kisses and giggles he’ll hold the bouquet in front of you for you to take.

“For you, my love” Namjoon would say against your lips, you always kiss him harder after that.

In your almost seven years of marriage, your husband has never come empty handed on a Friday night, ever.

Despite how everyone around you seems to perceive him as a stone-cold emotionless man, Namjoon is a lot more complex than that, although you’ll have to admit that before you became a couple you though the same thing about him when you first met him, but it’s only because Namjoon has always carried an intimidating aura around him, once you finally got to know who he is, you could see through his facade. Namjoon is an emotional and caring man, grand romantic gestures are something he’ll never miss the chance on doing, the domestic bliss that has been living by your side has shifted something in him, making him more vulnerable, making him human.

It wasn’t just Namjoon who has changed since you got married, your life became something completely different than what you could even imagine, one day you were a struggling little nobody, who didn’t know her father and was the daughter of a prostitute, and now you were a well-known and respected therapist who was married to one of the most influential men in the country. Your job was something that made you feel more independent and the feeling you get when you see your patients becoming their best versions of themselves is something you can’t put into words, while you love what you do and wouldn’t change it if you had the chance, sometimes you wished you had accepted Namjoon’s request of being a stay-at-home wife.

It’s a challenging thing to do, maintaining a balance between your professional life and the life you have back at home, while you love feeling like a capable hardworking woman, being completely dedicated to your home was something you always wished for since you were young, with your parents never having a stable relationship and growing up seeing how much your mother had struggle to make ends meet while trying to get your father to be involved in your life it’s something that has affected you in ways you couldn’t explain, having to practically raise yourself since your mother spent the entire day working so she could pay the bills and your father didn’t financially provide for you until you were a teenager, that was the only kind of interaction you ever had with him, and it never was directly, his lawyer would come by, give your mother the amount of money the jury had demanded for him to give you, tell you that your education was paid off and leave, that’s all your father ever was, a dollar sing for your mother and a non-existing parental figure for you.

Namjoon gave you everything you ever wished for, security and stability, a dream-like marriage that only fairytales could have, he gave you the chance of forming a relationship both of your parents never had, while his were married, they never loved or cared for one another, you knew that your husband wanted to give you everything that you longed for, and there was nothing more that you could ask from him, he gave his heart to you, and not only you accepted it, you gave him your heart in return.

In the beginning, Namjoon had all the control over your relationship and you were aware of that now, but as you’ve grown together, he has changed and has become a man that you were incredibly proud of, he has overcome a lot of hardships in life just as you have, and that has made your bond as a couple become even stronger than it was in the beginning, you were soulmates, there wasn’t any doubt about it in your mind.

You know that your relationship with Namjoon is not an easy thing to understand, and it's viewed differently by both of your acquaintances, while his friends and associates view your relationship as a major success, your friends have never been truly fond of Namjoon, Dasom has been vocal about it since the beginning of your relationship. No matter how much you (or anyone) speak wonders about him, Dasom has never liked Namjoon, not in the slightest, and she’s been letting her dislike to be known for as long as you’ve been friends.

"Why does he have to know where you are at all times? You don’t need to tell him everything” She complains after seeing you respond to another one of Namjoon’s texts in the bathroom of a random club she dragged you to, in which you couldn’t disagree of going for the mere reason of today being her birthday. You roll your eyes at her tone but keep a smile on your face for the sake of not ruining the mood.

“He’s just worried, don’t be so hard on him” You put your chin on her shoulder after approaching her from behind, you try to give her your best puppy eyes so she doesn’t get too mad at you “It’s not wrong for him to be worried how his girlfriend is doing at such late hours of the night, in an unknown place where she’s most likely drunk” You give her a pout for the extra guilt-trip measure, she scoffs loudly and shakes her head.

“You know sometimes your demon boyfriend is right, you can get away with anything with those damn eyes of yours” You know she’s struggling not to smile so you hug her a little tighter and give her a teasing smile.

“C’mon, it’s your day, forget about him and let’s go dance for a little bit okay?” Dasom finally comes out of her glum and starts to get loose again “Now that I can agree on.”

You knew that the reason why Dasom felt that way about your relationship was because hers was very different than yours, her and Hoseok started as occasional hook up a little bit after all of you started going to college, they started to admit they were an item after months of denial, mostly because she had to eat up her words of never getting involved with “a pig like him” and Hoseok just laughing at the mere comment of them being a couple. You don’t really remember how it happened but the next thing you know is that they’re head over heels for each other and moving in together, the thing with these two is that they’re free spirits, neither Hoseok nor Dasom like the idea of marriage, they don’t see it the way you and Namjoon do, it’s not symbolical nor romantic for them to be blessed upon an altar surrounded by the people that you cherish the most, for people like them, it’s a dreadful document that holds no meaning, and Dasom has always made sure that everyone knows where she stands on the subject, one of the most noticeable times she made that clear was during a dinner celebration your friends did after Namjoon’s proposal.

“I’ll admit that Namjoon might be a little too intense for my taste, but his proposal was so beautiful I was a crying the whole time, getting all of your friends and pouring out his feelings like that it’s not something I would expect from a man like him, he adores you!” One of your friends from college, Hwan, admits after a few glasses of wine at dinner and all of you but Dasom giggle, she dislikes Namjoon way too much to give him credit for his heartfelt proposal, but still has a small smile on her face, not daring to disagree on that.

“He truly does!, when you introduced him to us he gave me a weird vibe at first, giving how possessive he used to be, but he’s changed so much, and it’s because of you” Gyeong, another one of your friends commented and everyone couldn’t help to agree, even yourself, Namjoon has definitely changed over the years and you couldn’t be more proud of him, how naïve you were, if you only knew that Namjoon hasn’t changed at all, he only got better at hiding his possessive nature from all of you.

The conversation goes on with how excited everyone is over your wedding, giving that you’re the first to get married of your friend group, and somehow, the conversation shifts to how everyone feels about getting married, and while the most of them agree that it’s something they’ll like to do in the future, one of you doesn’t agree with it at all, that person being Dasom.

“It’s a trap I’m telling you, they make you think it’s ‘the best day of a women’s life’ and it’s bullshit, my mother always said that shit and I refuse giving my parents the satisfaction of ‘marring a well-positioned man like Hoseok’, I love Hoseok and I want to be with him forever, I don’t need a stupid contract to prove it” Dasom tries to explain her point of view, the whole table is silent while she speaks.

“Dasom, I don’t think that a bride to be likes to hear how one of her friends thinks her wedding is a scam” Gyeong tries to make her realize that while none of you are against on her thoughts about marriage, bringing the subject while celebrating an engagement it’s not the right time to talk about her negative opinions on it. After realizing what she said, Dasom looked at you with a guilty expression on her face.

“Right, sorry Y/N” You smiled at her and reached for her hand.

“Don’t worry about it, let’s just talk about something else” Dasom returned the smile and held your hand for a little bit before letting go, Jia, another one of your mutual friends, tried to lighting up the mood and brough up a few color ideas for the bridesmaid dresses, the awkward moment was quickly forgotten and the excitement over your wedding preparations returned.

While most of your friends started to grow a soft spot for Namjoon as time passed, Dasom never budged on her opinions about him, but for as long as he made you happy, she wasn’t going to intervene in your relationship in any way, you know she only worries this much because she cares about you, in her eyes, you were her first real friend and she cares about you more than she cares about her own family, and while you also consider Dasom like a sister, she has to understand that you have boundaries, and messing with Namjoon is one of them.

Namjoon is your everything and you don’t take any kind of criticism against him lightly, you might allow Dasom to make some comments here and there, but even she knows that when it comes down to choosing someone, there’s only one answer for you.

Namjoon’s overprotective nature doesn’t faze you like it used to do when you first started dating, and since it has toned down over the years it wasn’t hard to ignore most of the time, but you knew that if you told him about what was happening to you, might as well tell him to lock you up at home for the rest of your life.

The messages started about a week ago.

The first one was tame and sweet, you even thought it was from Namjoon until you noticed it was signed by an anonymous, and that wasn’t possible, only him and your friends had your personal number, not even your secretary has it, this isn’t right, this shouldn’t be happening. You received the text while arriving to your monthly brunch date with your friends.

“From: Unknown

Your beauty always manages to leave me breathless, but today?

You almost had me at heaven’s gate by simply looking at your face. Sent at 9:43 A.M”

You stopped at the entrance of the restaurant as you started to look around you, as if you could catch whoever send this starting at you, but there wasn’t anyone around except for the valet parking who was impatiently waiting for you to give him your keys, you offered him an awkward smile while handing them to him, before going to meet your friends, you stopped by the entrance and deleted the message, you also blocked the unknown number, deciding you would think much of it, it could’ve easily been a mistake, it didn’t have your name nor it directly addressed you, so for now, you think it’s not so bad to let it slide.

You were regretting that decision now.

The messages only seemed to increase, and it only has been a week since they started, there was no doubt now that they were for you, each one becoming more and more explicit about how this unknow person felt about you, they described your features, the clothes you were wearing, your own damn house, and if that wasn’t enough, they had become so bold they started writing how they fantasized about you by their side, the sexual undertones of each message made you want to throw up in disgust.

You were worried by the first text but by now you were terrified, you never thought it would turn out to be like this, and while you wanted to tell Namjoon, you knew he’ll freak out more than necessary, so you look for the next best option, telling Dasom.

“What the fuck are these messages? Does this freak think you’re going to fall for him with his creepy ass text? What is wrong with this guy?” Dasom reads the messages you’ve been receiving for the past couple of days, and you can’t help but to roll your eyes at her response.

“That’s all you’re going to say?, this man has been stalking me for days Dasom, he even knows how the inside of my house looks like, what the fuck am I supposed to do?” You’re starting to pace back and forth while you seem to breath quicker by each second that passes and she quickly realizes how freaked out about this you really are, you only act like this when you’re about to have a panic attack, Dasom gets up from her chair and stands in front of you for you to stop pacing.

“We’ll find a solution, it’s going to be okay, just breath with me okay?, slow and deep breaths” You try to follow her instructions while she helps you come down from the headspace you’re currently slipping into.

Namjoon and Dasom might not get along very well, but if there’s something they both have in common is that they prioritize your safety, he taught Dasom how to help you during a panic attack and how to properly react to them, even if they didn’t happen frequently, he still worries and he knows that if he isn’t with you, she’ll be the one by your side. After some time, the breathing exercises help you to keep yourself grounded, but the fear and anxiety still lingers around you. You hug Dasom and hide your tears onto her chest.

“I don’t want to worry him Dasom, you know him, you know how he’s going to react about this” You hold onto her like your life it’s at stake and for some reason you can’t help but to feel that it is.

“It’s going to be fine, we’ll go to the police together, there’s enough messages by now to make a report, and if that doesn’t work we’ll figure it out, we always do” Dasom hugs you a bit harder than usual and instead of making you more nervous, you feel like you can breathe better than before.

Dasom will help you, you’ll be okay, everything’s going to work out, the police will help you.

Namjoon doesn’t even have to know any of this ever happen and that somehow feels more reliving than getting all of this to end.

You arrived home late that day.

After finally talking about what was happening to you, it almost feels like you can breathe all over again, you still feel guilty about not telling your husband about the messages, but you know you’re making the right choice by keeping this from him, Namjoon doesn’t need any unnecessary drama, he’s been so busy at work you can’t imagine bothering him just because someone is trying to mess around with you, you’ll be fine, he doesn’t need to know, patting yourself in the back, you make your way towards his home office, where you’re most likely sure your husband is currently at.

You knocked on his office door twice, even though it was wide open, he was so focused on his paperwork that you doubted he would’ve noticed you by the door. He looks up towards the door only to find you leaning on it with a small smile on your face, almost immediately, he drops the contract he was previously working on and leans back in his chair, manspreading and you can’t help to admire your husband’s broad muscles, he returns the smile but his is far more playful than yours.

“I’m pretty sure this is the first time you’re the one coming home late” Namjoon raises his eyebrow, and you can’t help but to giggle, he wasn’t wrong, you could count with one hand the number of times he had to be the one waiting for you instead of the other way around.

“I missed you too Joon” He doesn’t miss the sarcasm in your tone, and he lets out a dry chuckle before motioning with his hand for you to come closer to him and you quickly follow his command.

“You’ve been anxious these days my love, is there something bothering you?” As soon as you stand in front of him, his hands go to your waist and pulls you closer, making you straddle his lap.

Shit, of course he noticed, your husband knows you too well, you though he didn’t pay enough attention to you this week giving how busy he was but apparently you weren’t giving him any credit, still, you couldn’t let him know what was truly going on with you, what he doesn’t know doesn’t hurt him, right?.

“Work just has been a little stressful these days” One of your hands rub on his chest while the other one travels around his neck, you’re trying to distract him, he doesn’t comment about it, just looks at you as you keep talking “You’ve been busy this week Joonie, haven’t paid attention to me at all” You’re pulling the cute pout move on him, you definitely don’t want to tell him what’s going on, that’s not good, Namjoon doesn’t like to invade your privacy at all, but he guesses he’ll have to do something about this if you aren’t going to tell him yourself. He decides to stay quiet for now, that he’ll play your game for tonight, the hands that were previously on your hips go lower to grab a handful of your backside and you moan against his lips, well then, if this is what you need from him, he’s not against on giving it to you.

You let Namjoon’s soft caresses and dark whispers consume you for the night, drowning your worries with lust and pleasure that your husband is more than willing to offer, for the first time in a week, you don’t have to reach to your nightstand for the orange bottle of sleeping pills to lull you for the night, Namjoon’s fingers running across your back and the firmness of his chest are a lot more effective than the tiny white pills, you allow yourself to fall into deep slumber after many nights of bad dreams and panicked thoughts.

You were going to be okay; Namjoon would always make sure of that.

You were running late.

After last night, you slept like a rock, completely unaware of your alarm going off like crazy, it was only when Jeong, your housekeeper, had noticed that you weren’t coming out of you and Namjoon’s shared bedroom and she had come to wake you up, confused and on a sleep daze, you check the clock in your nightstand and realized you had overslept, horrified, you jumped out of bed and tried to get ready as quickly as usual, leaving your home without eating breakfast and you could already hear how Namjoon was going to lecture you about it when Jeong tells him about it.

You drive as fast as you can to work, and luck seems to be on your side today, there isn’t a lot of traffic as you make your way to your office and you only got green on the traffic lights, but most importantly, it seemed that your creepy admirer had not messaged you at all today, so you’ll count that as a win.

However, as you parked your car in front of your office, you hear a loud ping coming from your phone, and you quickly realize you have spoken way too soon, you decide to ignore it and only open the dreaded message once you’ve gotten out of your car, with a heavy sigh coming out of your lips, you open the text.

“From: Unknown

Who knew that proper Mrs. Kim was a dirty little whore? Tell me baby, would you ever let me do to you the same nasty things you let that bastard do, or would you be even nastier for me?. Sent at 11:15 A.M”

How could he know about last night? This couldn’t be happening, you and Namjoon were completely alone last night, none of the staff who worked at home had been there, or did they? No, you know Namjoon had let them go home for the night, what the fuck was going on?

With a sour expression, you walked into the reception, trying to calm yourself down after realizing that your stalker seems to know way more about you that what you initially thought. Hearing the door being opened, Haneul, your secretary, practically jumped out of her chair to greet you as you arrived, her heels making an irritating noise as she approached you.

“Good morning Mrs. Kim” Haneul greeted you with a big smile on her face, and if you would’ve paid close attention, you would noticed how nervous she seemed to be “Mrs. Cho cancelled her appointment at 2:00 p.m., your only patient for today it’s going to be the new patient that I mentioned yesterday” If she noticed your bad mood, she made no comments from it and instead simply focused on her job that while you should definitely appreciate, right now your energy has dropped all the way down and you aren’t even sure you’ll be able to attend any sessions for today.

“Haneul, I’m very sorry but I’m not feeling really good right now” She looked at you with a panicked expression “I think you’ll have to cancel my appointment today with the new patient” The panicked expression soon turned into guilt as she points at your office.

“I’m very sorry Mrs. Kim, but the new patient has already arrived” As you hear that, you quickly regain your composure and look at Haneul with confusion written all over your face.

“I though we set his appointment at 12:00 p.m.” You try to lower your voice as much as you can knowing now that the new patient has apparently arrived.

“I thought the same thing, but he said we set it at 11:00 a.m. and when I check the calendar in my computer it said 11, I’m sorry Mrs. Kim but I could swear that even yesterday it said 12 p.m.” She looks like she’s about to cry so you send a reassuring smile her way to show that while you might be upset since you’re not feeling well, you’re not mad at her for the small mistake she made, especially since it’s the first time something like this happens.

“Don’t worry about it Haneul okay?, I’m not mad at you” She visibly calms down with your assurance but still looks conflicted as she bites her nails, you reach out to hold her wrist and then proceed to firmly hold her hand, she gives you a small smile and you consider that enough “Do you have his chart?” You try to distract her to keep her calm, Haneul nods and points at your office.

“I left in on your desk Mrs. Kim” You begin walking holding her hand while guiding her to her desk, she let’s go of your hand first and you give her one last reassuring smile before going into your office.

The first thing you noticed was that the young man sitting on the large couch in your office was stunning. His baby fat cheeks make him look youthful but by the shirt and pants he was wearing you could tell he had a strong, but still lean body. When he saw you entering the room, his doe eyes sparkled with excitement and something else that you really couldn’t make out, but it made you feel uneasy, you ignored it for the sake of not weirding your new patient out and decided to introduce yourself before you think about anything else.

“Good morning, I’m deeply sorry for making you wait, I’m sure my secretary informed you that we somehow mixed up the time of your appointment, I hope this doesn’t bring you any trouble, I’m Dr. Kim, it’s a pleasure to meet you” You bow your head as you greet the young man and offer him an apologetic smile as you explain the situation, he stands up after you finished talking and comes up a little bit more close to you, his adorable smile never leaves his face.

“Please Dr. Kim, don’t worry about it, I completely understand, I would never take it against you, mistakes always happen” His soft voice sounds like a beautiful melody to your ears, and you’re taken by surprise when he extends his hand to greet you, although he caught you off guard, you shake his hand firmly and look him in the eyes as he introduces himself.

“My name is Jeon Jungkook, and the pleasure to meet you is all mine”.

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hi! sooo, i'm not sure if you're taking requests atm but if you don't it's totally fine pls ignore me, i could not find any notice in your blog. I think your writing is really really cool and i hope my request is not too dull or boring for your amazing brain 🥹 So it's about chan x idol!fem reader in which reader is itzy's oldest member and they are secretly dating and some other problematic male idol (it can be fictional if you're not comfortable with using anyone's name) said gross stuff about reader during a live or variety show and chan gets rlly mad so during chan's room he starts rambling about respecting girls and stuff and accidentally lets it slide that he loves the reader and even though her name is not said everyone knew who he was talking about. so in the end they discuss whether go public or not, an open ending would be nice but i live it up to you, anything you decide will be the best<3 I hope this was not too long 😭 sorry if it was, you really don't have to write this, i support all of your work 💓💓💓

i can never find a request boring or dull! ty for your kind words and request, sweetie. I hope it was what you wanted! also, ty for being so patient. i hope you dont mind, but i changed it to an awards show 🥺 i hope you enjoy and let me know what you think! 🖤🥰

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🐺: pairing: Idol Bang Chan x Idol F!reader

🐺: genre: fluff, angst

🐺: synopsis: chan and reader are in a secret relationship. When an unpleasant event happens to reader, chan let it slip on live that he is in love

🐺: warnings: suggestive at beginning and end. pushy behaviour, rejection, creepy behaviour

🐺: words: 3.4k

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“Chan, stop. We shouldn’t be doing this!” You whispered

“I know, but just 5 more minutes. I’ve been working all day and i need a refresh” Chan whined

“And I suppose I'm the refreshment you need?” you cocked your eyebrow up. Chan nodded and hummed before resuming his early position in planting soft kisses along your neck. You laughed, giving in and tilting your head to the side, allowing more access for Chan.

His hands firmly planted on your soft ass, squeezing it occasionally as his soft lips planted delicate kisses along your fair skin. The smell of your body lotion and perfume hitting his nostrils, driving his senses into overdrive.

“Shit. You’re driving me insane.” He pressed his body flush against yours, your hands finding their way to the back of his head, fingers tangling in his curly locks. You hummed, closing your eyes, allowing yourself to be taken away in this blissful moment. Chan started rutting against you, soft pants leaving his lips. You grunted, tugging at the strands of hair.

It wasn't until Chan sunk his teeth into your neck that your eyes snapped open. You pulled away and looked at Chan.

“Channie! I said no marks!” You whined. Chan looked at you sheepishly, grinning. It was obvious that he was pleased about what he just did.

“I’m sorry.” You squint your eyes at him, bottom lip stuck out in a pout.

“No you’re not.” You mumbled. Chan laughed and agreed with you. You playfully slapped his chest, rolling your eyes before grinning at your boyfriend. You took your phone out off your pocket, eyes widening at the amount of messages that had been left by your band member, Yeji.

“Fuck, i have to go Chan.” Chan whined, trapping you in his strong arms. You laughed and wiggled in his arms, trying to set yourself free. Chan watched and grinned at your attempts. “Let me go!” Chan laughed some more, clearly amused at watching you flail around in his arms.

“Kiss.” He puckered his lips to which you laughed at and shook your head.

“Then will you let me go? I have to go practice for the awards show me and ITZY will be attending later.”

“Oh yeah! I will be watching you, babe.” You grinned. You pressed your lips against his. Chan unwillingly loosened his arms from around you. You fixed your hair and make-up before grabbing the handle of the storage room door.

“I’ll text you later.” Chan nodded and gave your ass a little pat. You blushed as chan winked at you.

“I’ll look forward to it, babe.”

You opened the storage door slowly, looking both directions several times to see if anyone was around. Once you were sure it was all clear, you rushed off to the dance room, where your members were waiting.

You and Chan have been dating for 5 months. You’ve kept it a secret from your members as well as the public. You couldn't risk the public finding out that the oldest member of ITZY is dating SKZ’s Bang Chan. The paparazzi would have a field day if they learnt that two members under the same label are dating. Although dating an idol is not prohibited, it’s not advised purely because the company doesn't want to have to deal with unnecessary media backlash - which is fair enough.

Having to keep it a secret from your girlfriends has been rough. You tell each other everything and having to hide this from them is killing you. It’s not that you don't trust them, you’re just scared of the backlash it could cause. What if they hate you? What if they decide to kick you out of the group? Belittle you and ostracize you? Chan had told one of his members about the two of you, he kinda had to when Minho walked in on you both with your tongues down each other's throat. Minho wouldn't have caught you both if you didn't decide to make out in the dance practice room - in your defence, it was Chan’s idea though.

As you were making your way to the practise room, you bumped into a fellow male idol. You grimaced when you realize who it was, Ji-hoon. He was a fairly new idol, impressing JYP with his rap and dance skills which, of course, lead him to mainly do rap. Although it wasn't your taste, you had to give him credit where it was due.

You didn't like him. There was something off about him that you couldn't quite put your finger on. He claims he is the best rapper in the company - which is 100% bull. He comes off as egotistical and whilst there is nothing wrong with being proud of what you can do, you can also be humble about it and not push it in others' faces.

He’s problematic. He acts like a spoiled toddler and even has the guts to argue with the big boss - which no one dares do. You don't understand why JYP just doesn't kick him out.

“Ah. sorry.” You said bluntly. Ji-hoon smirked at you, making you feel sick to your stomach.

“No problem, pretty girl.” Ji-hoon also likes to think that he can get any girl he wants because he has money, fame and power.

“Don’t call me that.”

“Why not? Don't you like it when I call you that, pretty girl?” He leaned in, his hot breath fanning on your face. You tilted your head to the side, face scrunching up with disgust.

“I do not. It’s disrespectful to call someone who is older and has been working under this company something like that.” You replied bluntly. This only caused Ji-Hoon to smirk even more, his hands grabbing your wrists.

You fight back your Flight or fight mode, aware of where you are. You clenched your jaw as a cold sweat ran across your body. You bawled your hands into fists to stop him from taking your hand.

“Let me take you on a date.”

“Absolutely not.” You replied without a second of thinking. A date? With this piece of shit? You’d rather be fed your least favourite food than go on a date with this scumbag.

“Why not?”

“Don't want to and I don't have time.”

“Please baby. I can treat you real good. I have money.” You looked at him for the first time since your accidental interaction.

“What part of no don't you understand? Is this your attempt at trying to get a girl to date you? If so, it's pathetic, Ji-Hoon. Pushing the fact that you have money, power and fame to get into some girl panties is fucking pathetic Ji-Hoon. How you became an idol and are still an idol is mind boggling to me. Now, if you don't mind, I have somewhere I need to be.” You tried to release his grip from his hand to which he tightened. You winced in pain. “You’re hurting me!”

Just as he was about to speak, Chan approached you both. He looked down at you, seeing Ji-hoon’s hand tightly around your wrist, your face red with anger and twisted in disgust and desperation. Tears were slowly filling up your eyes as you struggled against him. Chan didn't like what he saw so he walked to you, placing a soothing hand on your shoulder.

You jumped before looking up and feeling relief wash over you.

“Is everything ok?” Chan looked down at you, worry laced his features. As you opened your mouth, Ji-Hoon spoke, letting go of your wrists.

“Everything is fine here.” You swallowed, rubbing your wrist. “I better get going. See you later, pretty girl.” Ji-Hoon walked past you and winked. You turned your head to the side, Chan squeezing your shoulder. Once he was out of sight, Chan took your wrist in his hand gently, inspecting it for any damage.

You looked down, hair hiding your face. Chan lifted your chin up with his hand and looked at you, his eyes filled with worry and anger.

“Are you okay, babe?” He whispered. You nodded slowly.

“Yeah, he’s just a piece of shit. He wanted to take me out on a date and when I said no, he tried to use his money and fame to get me. Pathetic.” You mumbled. Chan furrowed his brows together.

“Want me to walk you the rest of the way?” You nodded slowly, a small whisper in the form of “yes” left your lips.

The night of the awards show arrived. You and your members have been practicing from day and night to make sure your performance is the best. Your night consisted of having your photos taken by paparazzi, being social with other idols and taking selfies. ITZY’s time to perform and you put on the best show imaginable. Mainly for your fans but you knew that Chan was watching you and that spurred you on. Being able to hear his praises made you feel giddy inside. You love it as much as you love him.

The time finally came for the winners to be announced. Many famous faces won awards, your group being one of them. You was hyped and tearful. As you gave out a speech thanking your friends, the company, the people who helped you make it possible, tears fell down your cheeks which you laughed at and wiped them with your hand.

You returned to your table, picking up your alcoholic beverage and saying a small cheer with your members. Your focus switched onto the next upcoming award - best newcomer. You were shocked to see that Ji-Hoon was nominated but even more surprised when he won. You rolled your eyes, watching him cheer himself on playing up to the cameras. You sighed as he took the award from the presented, winking at her before making a speech.

The speech was nothing too interesting, just your generic thank you’s. Until he mentioned you. Your ears perked up, attention on him for the first time that night. He mentioned how he asked you out on a date and you rejected him. He proceeded to act innocent, act like he didn't understand why you would turn down such a ‘nice guy’ He said awful things about you, degrading you, claiming he didn't understand why you were an idol and that you only got in because you’re female. He mentioned how you looked and how you presented yourself - defaming your character. It was clear he was still angry at you but why did he feel the need to do this? In front of the media. In front of other idols. Did he think that if he continued to disrespect, not just you, but females in general, he would get a shot.

You pressed your lips together in a thin line, tears falling down your cheeks. Yeji and Ryunjin shuffled closer to you, hands soothing your back. Yeji grabbed a napkin, dabbing at your wet cheeks. You turned your back away from the cameras that were glaring at you as you recomposed yourself.

“You okay, (Y/N)?” Yeji asked, worry lacing her features. You shook your head a simple no, not trusting your own voice to not break. “Do you need some fresh air?” You nodded yes. Yeji stood up with you, taking your hand and walking outside to get some air.

You couldn't believe this. You knew he was a jackass but this? This just tops it all off. He’s nothing more than an entitled, spoiled brat who thinks he owns you. All you could think about was that you hoped Chan didn't see or hear it.

He did.

He saw it on Tv, on social media, in the news. It was everywhere. Photos where you were listening, looking distressed. Videos of you turning your back and Yeji wiping your tears. Photos of you leaving the venue.

He was pissed.

He was pissed not only because his loved one was spoken about like a piece of shit, but pissed that a male species dared speak about women like that. He couldn't stay silent about the situation, so on the next Chan’s room, he brought it up.

It started with the usual beginning - Charmer playing whilst he got set up. He took a few breaths in, calming down before appearing on camera. The comments section going wild with various hello’s in Korean and in English. Chan said his usual hello’s, spoke about what he had been up to, played a few song requests and read a few comments.

“What do you think about the situation that happened at the awards?”

Chan let out a sigh, putting down his phone and readjusting his beanie.

“I think it’s disgusting. It’s disgusting how he was able to speak like that in front of many important people and his elders. It’s disgusting how he says those things. They are such a sweet and adorable person who wouldn't harm anyone or say anything to harm others. I don't understand the mindset of some people.”

Chan rubbed his face before continuing. “It’s ridiculous to think that some males think they’re entitled to females and because of this small minded way of thinking, they are so disrespectful towards them. Think of your mothers, your sisters, your aunties if you even dare think about saying something disrespectful. How would they feel?” Chan’s anger was slowly becoming visible the more he spoke about it.

“They are such an amazing and beautiful person. They are hardworking and never rests until it is perfect. I have watched them countless times in the dance room practicing one more over and over again until it is perfect. I have worked on a few tracks with them, helping them learn the ropes of music software and how to mix things together. They tried for hours on end to get a sample track right. they did not rest until they loved it and thought it was something worth putting out. I had to remind them that it’s a sample track - just a test but they refused to listen.” Chan laughed, his facial features softening as he spoke about you.

“They’re like that. They never listen to what I have to say.They’re stubborn too. When I tell them something won't work, they try their hardest to make it work. They’re also there for everyone and give the best advice. They’re everyone's support. They have such a kind soul and are so precious to me and to many others.” The comments were going wild with who Chan could potentially be talking about - many of them guessing correctly. It was clear to the fans from old photos and videos where you have both attended events, that you are close.

Chans hand to the small of your back. Your cheeks flushed pink. Your enthusiasm when you see him perform. Your shyness when he would body roll, showing off those abs he works hard on. Chan is the same. Seeing you perform on stage made his eyes sparkle, like a child being face to face with a lifetime supply of toys. You would always hang out with each other - gossiping. Of course, your group and his would also talk and mingle with each other, but you and Chan would only be focusing on one another. Chan's hand on your thigh subtilty, leaning in to whisper something seductive in your ear. He’s cheeky like that.

Soon, speculation circulated between the two fandoms on whether you two are dating. Some saying you’re not and some saying you are - that the evidence is clear as day. Whatever the outcome may be, many said they would support you both.

It was like time stood still for chan. He forgot where he was and what he was doing because before he could register what he was about to say, three words spilt from his lips at lightning speed.

“I love them.”

The comments went wild - ecstatic that it was true. After all the speculation and the back and forth between the two fandoms, Chan has just confirmed that you two are dating. Your name may not have been mentioned, but fans are smart, they are like detectives.

Chan's eyes widened once he realized what he just said. He glanced at the comments saying they were right the whole time and that it was you chan is dating. Some say they found it so adorable how smitten Chan is for you and that they support you both.

Even though Chan was relieved to see comments like that, no one knew about you both apart from Minho. Panic set in and he tried his best to diverte and deny which ended up in failure. He averted the topic onto something else before ending and grabbing his phone, pulling up your contact.

Channie 🐺💘: i fucked up.. x

You: whats up, babe? x

Channie 🐺💘: did you not watch my live? x

You: sadly not 😢 i've been practicing and then had to go shopping. Why? Something happened? x

Channie 🐺💘: uhhhhhh. I might have let it slip that we’re dating… x

You: What?! How? x

Channie 🐺💘: i went on a rant about what happened the other night and i got lost in thoughts and i might have mentioned that i love you… i didn't mention your name but the fans are so fking smart.. x

You: awe chan 🥰 i love you too! But still, what do we do? x

Channie 🐺💘: met me at the company and we talk about it x

You: okay. There in 5 x

You put on your shoes, rushing out off your home and sprinting it down to the company. Chan was waiting for you, visibly stressed and worried. You couldn't help but feel sorry for him. You approached him, pulling him into a big hug.

“It’s okay, channie. Whatever happens, we can work through it - together.” Chan nuzzled his face into your neck, taking deep breaths of your scent to calm himself down.

“I'm so sorry.” He whispered. You stroked his head gently.

“It’s okay Chan. I'm not mad at you. I found it quite sweet and adorable.” Chan pulled his face away from your neck. You stroked his cheek gently.

“What do we do? Do we come out to the public, to the company, to our friends? What if the company forces us to break up or worse! What if we have to leave?! I can't do that!”

“Shh Chan. That won't happen. I promise. Plus, i think it kinda already is out in the air now so, i think we should come clean about us.” Chan pressed his lips together in a thin line, his mind working at speed outweighing the positives and negatives of the situation.

“What did the fans say when you mentioned you loved me?”

“They’re supportive of us.”

“Well, isn't that enough? We already have the fans' blessing and I'm positive my members and yours will be supportive too. I think you’re worried over nothing, my love.” You stroked Chan's cheek gently with your hand. He leaned in, kissing the palm of your hand gently.

“You’re right. You always are.” You laughed.

“Let's come clean about us. Make it official. And we take it from there, whatever life may throw at us, I'm happy as long as I have you by my side, channie.” Chan grinned, cupping your cheeks in his hand and leaning in.

“I love you so much, (Y/N).” He whispered against your lips, grazing them against your own. You closed your eyes slowly, wrapping your arms around his neck, interlocking your fingers behind his head.

“I love you so much too, chan.” You whispered back. Your lips met in a passionate and love filled kiss. Time standing still and in that moment, you didn't care who walked in a saw. It was just you and chan at the moment. The kiss was intimate and it slowly became heated. Chan bit your bottom lip softly, silently asking for permission. You granted him access by parting your lips, your tongues meeting halfway with each other.

You whimpered softly, tongues and saliva mixing with one another. Chan pressed his body flush against yours, his body heat radiating on to you. Chan grunted in the kiss, his hips slowly rolling on yours. He slipped his hands up the back of your t-shirt, his cold fingers against your warm skin causing shivers to run along your body. You whimpered in the kiss, breathing slowly became laboured.

“(Y/N) I need you..” Chan whispered against your lips, his voice raspy. You swallowed and nodded slowly.

“I need you too Chan.”

“So, the rumours are true.” Your heads spun around to see the boss standing and watching you both, arms folded.

Fuck. What do you do now?

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agentnico · 2 months

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Late Night with the Devil (2024) review

Nothing beats retro 70’s demonic haunting. It was a simpler time…

Plot: Johnny Carson rival Jack Delroy hosts a syndicated talk show ‘Night Owls’ that has long been a trusted companion to insomniacs around the country. However, ratings for the show have plummeted since the tragic death of Jack's beloved wife. Desperate to turn his fortunes around, on October 31st, 1977, Jack plans a Halloween special like no other- unaware he is about to unleash evil into the living rooms of America.

Ladies and gentlemen, please do not adjust your television sets, for there is a new found-footage horror film in town from the indy circuit, and it might just breath the right amount of fresh air into an oversaturated genre. Personally I’ve never been a major fan of found-footage. I hear folks raving about the original Blair Witch Project yet all I watched was a bunch of guys running around the woods screaming endlessly for no reason. Additionally the shaky-cam element can be so dizzying and sickly that I truly end up questioning the entertainment value of it all. There are exceptions to the rule of course. 2008’s science fiction invasion popcorn flick Cloverfield was tons of fun, as it provided a genuine experience of what it would be like if you were thrown right into the middle of monster attack in the millennial age. There are also some genuine scares and the found footage format worked really well with the film’s themes. I too enjoyed the 2020 black comedy Spree, where Joe Keery’s driver goes on a murder spree whilst constantly filming himself in hopes of becoming a viral sensation. It may not be a five-star ride, but it earns its tip for being a well crafted and inspired effort. To be fair, The Visit from M. Night Shyamalamadingdong was enjoyable piece of horror involving creepy grandparents. Okay, maybe I do enjoy found-footage flicks, but as long as they are decently made and that format style supports the narrative in a cohesive and advantageous way.

With Late Night with the Devil, ideologies of faith and the paranormal are challenged through the lens of the late-night TV format. Think how the 1976 Network analysed the corruption of the television industry, and how the camera can influence the politics and beliefs of those watching, Late Night with the Devil does the same but with the supernatural. Presented as a rediscovered master tape of a notorious Halloween late night special, it feels like we’re watching an actual talk show in real time, and the 70’s inspiration is in full display here from the grainy monitor display to the costumers to the special effects. It truly feels like we’re looking into a time capsule of the past, and that this all really happened. Again, found-footage as a filmmaking style works when it serves the purpose of the narrative, which in this case it does. It is a shame then that the movie in its finale loses the found-footage element and instead opts for the shock value by showcasing a dream-like vision of one of the characters. Granted at the time of watching the ending it did give me a “what the fuck” reaction that the movie was going for, but looking back this sequence did hinder what otherwise was a fantastic piece of creepy unique horror.

Performances across the entire cast were great and really dedicated. Wonderful to see David Dastmalchian finally get a leading role, as he’s always been a stand-out supporting performer, whether he was polka-dotting in The Suicide Squad, or stealing the comedic limelight from Paul Rudd in the Ant-Man movies, or being a haunting presence in every Denis Villeneuve epic. Dastmalchian is a true scene stealer, and at age 48 it is shocking that only now he finally gets a lead role. Regardless he is fantastic as Jack Delroy, as he balances the charming charisma of a late-night talk show host whilst also showcases the inner demons of this character, still mourning the recent death of his wife, as well as his eagerness to become relevant again after consistently losing ratings. From the quivers in his voice to the fear in his eyes, this is a really juicy showcasing role for Dastmalchian and one that is sure to be a memorable one when looking back on the actor’s rich filmography. Ingrid Torelli as Lilly the possessed survivor of a Satanic cult was truly creepy and unnerving. From her voice changes to her awkward movements, she truly felt unnatural, or dare I say supernatural, and her strangeness was at times even comical, but also really uncomfortable. Ian Bliss as Carmichael Hunt, a paranormal sceptic, too gave a powerhouse performance, delivering lines with prowess and was a truly commanding presence. Rhys Auteri rounds up the cast as Gus the announcer of Jack’s late night show, acting very befit of, say, a Higgins for Jimmy Fallon or a Guillermo for Jimmy Kimmel. He very much embraced the role as Dastmalchian’s side-kick and provided some solid light-hearted comedy to the proceedings.

Late Night with the Devil is a true delight for horror enthusiasts, with some great use of old-school practical effects evidently inspired by 1982’s The Thing, solid sound design that harkened back to that era of television, and enough unsettling moments of suspense to entertain and shock. Minus a couple of cheap electrical sparks there isn’t any CGI used which is refreshing, and overall visually the retro element was truly delightful. Again, the ending does scratch some heads, but overall this is a refreshing piece of campy horror, with a showcasing performance from Dastmalchian. In this you can truly put your faith on.

Overall score: 7/10

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iambecomeabook · 6 months

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get to know me !

(again) (writelr and booklr edition)

bonjour agus fàilte !

i made this account almost a year ago and then barely touched it, so i'm giving this a second go lmao. i've also changed since my last introduction post, and it no longer fits me.

firstly, my name is ily (eye-lee), my pronouns are she/her, i'm a lesbian, and i'm autistic !

i enjoy writing fantasy, mostly, although i have been trying my hand at literary fiction recently. i plan to write adult fiction, but YA fiction will always have my heart <3 i would love to be friends with anyone who enjoys any genre, but especially if you write fantasy !

i’m always happy to make any friends ! my asks are open, so long as no one says anything derogatory/creepy/etc. i’m more than taglist/game friendly !!

i will hopefully be updating regarding current wips, so follow if you want to join me on my journey ! i am currently working on a novel, but i also write poetry and short stories ! i’ll vaguely introduce my primary wip below (emphasis on the vague):

Project NM:

adult fantasy, set in a vaguely edwardian world, about lesbians, sisterhood, religious trauma, and the moon stealing souls :) i go more into detail in my post dedicated to it !

other things about me: i am currently in university majoring in creative writing (minoring in literature), and i plan to go to grad school for library sciences.

i am also (somewhat) trilingual ! i speak english, français (moderately), and gàidhlig (still a beginner). eventually, i hope to learn spanish and german, as well.

here are other things that i generally like/enjoy:

the colors green, brown, orange, and dark reds

pumpkin, apple, cinnamon, and forest scents

autumn and winter

halloween

aurora aksnes

folk music

singing (i was a hard core choir/theatre kid in high school)

putting together outfits

being a pretentious literature nerd

my dog and my bird

turtlenecks and sweater vests

anything spooky/paranormal/cryptid/witchy

dni is simple: don’t be a bigot (and also if u support israel ur not allowed here bc i very loudly stand with palestine)

also i do primarily write for adults, but my content isn’t necessarily unfriendly to minors. i do deal with darker topics sometimes, so judge for yourself whether or not you can handle them. i don’t mind minors interacting or following, but pls don’t message me if ur under 18 :) if you have a genuine question, you can put it in the asks ! i also try not to follow/be mutuals with minors, so don’t be discouraged if you don’t get a follow back.

my fandom acc is @ilyscactusjuice

if you want to be friends just message me or comment !!

that's all for now ! hopefully i don't abandon this again ! if you think you’ve found a kindred spirit in me then pls feel free to follow or interact !!

#ily's posts <3 #blog intro #introduction #get to know me #writeblr #writing community #writers of tumblr #booklr #writeblr intro #writeblr introduction #okay to reblog #new writers on tumblr #new writeblr #new to writeblr #creative writing

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trulyrogers · 2 years

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◐ 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨, 𝐘𝐨𝐮. ( 𝐈 {𝐏𝐓 𝐈𝐈})

synopsis. ─ 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮, a bookstore manager in New York, who meets Steve Rogers, an aspiring writer, with whom you become immediately infatuated. To feed your obsession, you soon turn to social media and technology to track his presence and eliminate any possible obstacles that stand in the way of your romance.

・❥・Pairing : Steve Rogers x Dark!Stalker! Reader

・⚠︎・Warnings : Reader is creepy, slight flirting, no use of Y/N, 6'8 Steve, Stalking, Manipulation, Not proofread lol, slight sexual thoughts if you squint

༊*·˚ W/C : 821 TBA!

A/N.─ Hey ya'll! Well because I'm lazy the first chapter isn't finished but here's a second snippet of what to expect. I think from now on, I'll do it daily to keep me motivated lol. I hope you enjoy it!

! italics are the reader's inner monologue :)

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ᖭི༏ᖫྀ By pressing the 'keep reading' button, you consent that you are over 18 and have read the warnings of this post.

"Aren’t essays usually in non-fiction?" He examines, craning his neck slightly to look down at you. Out of all the people you've known, you've never encountered someone as lofty as him. He was a gentle giant. Burly, yet kind. His muscles protruded in the cream sweater he wore, and you resisted looking at them. You swallowed heavily, although it wasn't perceptible to him. You dusted your hand over the brown apron you wore, wiping off a tad bit of sweat that rested on your palm. To say he made you nervous was an understatement. God, he was attractive.

"Usually. But the owner has his own way of doing things. Who’re you looking for?" You ask wryly as you gaze up at him with your doe-shaped eyes, before positioning the last book on the shelf.

"Hank Pym." He replies without hesitation. Your eyes want to narrow, but you don't, fearing you'll look foolish. After the snap, most of the world had become a sorrowful body of what it once was. Known for his slightly erratic personality and discoveries about time, Hank Pym was infamous for his rivalry with Tony Stark. His books and discoveries after the snap were gathered to help understand the snap and the type of anomaly it was. Despite this, the world remained the same. The former beauty has been reduced to a despondent shell.

"Good choice." You compliment him as you beckon him to follow you, and his laughter ricochets off the walls. His footsteps sound quietly against the carpet and his shadow towers over you, causing you to bite your lip. He was mouthwatering. Although you couldn't catch a glimpse of him, you felt strangely turned on by him. Who wouldn't be? There is no doubt that he was one of the most prominent individuals on Earth at the moment.

"I feel weirdly validated."

"Most of his old stuff went out of print years ago. But since Ransom started talking him up, we’ve been getting more requests. We keep him here-- " You arrive at an undersized shelf, and he inspects it for a moment before speaking.

"'Celebrity authors?' I thought Pym was pretty obscure."

You shrug at his response with a laugh, "He knew Tony Stark."

During his lifetime, Tony made significant contributions to scientific exploration and funding. Media outlets devoted articles, polls, and even news reports to the rivalry between him and Hank Pym, who were friends turned rivals. In the wake of the snap, Tony disappeared for such a long time that people thought he had been killed by Thanos. Until it was all over the news that he had come from a spaceship from the sky. It had been an odd world after Thanos.

"Ransom wants anyone in here that’s even tangentially famous. Thinks it sells more books." You beam and nod your head to the manager watching you both, feigning to be on his phone, and the man you are talking to laughs.

"That’s sad. People buying books because of what’s popular and not because they want to be moved or changed in some way." A frown materializes on his face. Throughout his childhood, his mother prompted him to read, and even as she slipped away peacefully on her deathbed, he read a book to her.

"It’s an epidemic. See that guy --" He whispers to you, continuing, and leaning closer. "I saw him on the way in. Grabbed Dan Brown’s latest on his way in. Now he’ll walk around for another five, ten minutes to try and find something legitimate to buy with it."

His scent is like that of a forest on a warm spring day. It's a musky scent you want to bask in forever. As he becomes more friendly with you, your face ruptures into a smile. Maybe you could become closer to him. Perhaps friends, or even more.

"Like the cereal guys buy when they’re really there for condoms. Only makes it more conspicuous. Like, own your shit. If Dan Brown’s your kink, be out about it." You answer quietly, so only he can hear, and his cheeks begin to redden a bit as he chuckles, trying to regulate his volume level.

"He’s shame-buying Dan Brown."

"At the end of the day, people can be so disappointing, can't they?" You sigh in faux dissatisfaction.

"Sometimes they surprise you." He quips at you; looking down at you with a small grin. A moment passes as you both hold your gaze. Those brilliant blue eyes, you could lose yourself in them for hours. The air around you both suddenly becomes heavier, and you swallow. God, he's so close to you right now. It is as if his shadow engulfs you so perfectly that you can't help but want to get up on your tiptoes and kiss him. Tenser, but quickly, you break eye contact, reminding yourself of patience, and you clear your throat.

"Hank Pym, it's the top shelf."

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megs-mostly-past-random-fandoms · 5 months

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Hello lovely! I'd love to get shipped! I'm not feeling great right now and I an in dire need of a pick me up.

That being said I'd like a ship from all or any of the following. Men from Supernatural, Once upon a Time and Twilight!

I stick to myself a lot but I'm really chatty, I love spoiling and looking after my friends. I get in rough patches a lot and sadly have a fair deal of trauma but I mainly use humour as a bit of a Shield.

I like to bake, especially caramel cakes, I like playing videogames, I love detective fiction (all of it, games, movies, TV shows and it doesn't even matter the year.) I've been told often I talk way too much but I don't really care. I also love fairytales, the cute Disney-esque ones and the insanely creepy and underground fairytales.

I have dyed hair and a few piercings, I'm overweight but trying my damnedest to fix that. I'm also stupidly pale. (To make my mum laugh I once covered myself in glitter and yelled at her "THIS IS THE SKIN OF A KILLER BELLA" I'm that pale that I could easily pass.) I once managed to honestly convince a year 7 that I was a vampire. They avoided me for a year.

Anywhos! Hope you're well, I look forward to seeing who you pair me with! And thank you for reading 💙

-Meg

I'm sorry you're not feeling well, lovely! But, quick question: Are you me?!?! We even share a name😂

I ship you with:

Dean Winchester! Your sense of humor brings Dean so much joy. He also quiet enjoys your baking and loves to be in the kitchen with you. Whatever your goals, as long as you aren't hurting yourself, Dean is there to back you up. Plus, he also enjoys the occasional video game!

I ship you with:

Jefferson/The Mad Hatter! Jefferson loves it when you bake for his tea parties. He enjoys watching you put your own unique spin on recipes. He is always there to help you through your rough patches and will have your back no matter the situation. Also, in the modern world, he loves to do those Unsolved Case Files with you for date nights. You both have a lot of fun!

I ship you with:

Felix Volturi! Do not let his exterior fool you! Felix is one of the most playful members of the Elite Guard(second only to Demetri)! My headcanon is that several members of the Elite Guard enjoy video games and Felix is one of those. He loves to joke around with you about your pale skin and how there would be no difference if you were to be turned. He is also extremely loyal and protective so he has your back, always.

Feel better soon!

#shippingdays #dean winchester #jefferson ouat #felix volturi

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artemiseamoon · 2 years

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Flirting with Danger

Chapter 3: Too close for comfort

Ramon x f reader (or read as an Oc)

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⚠️ warnings: a fight, a handsy creepy guy, mention of blood, a gun, parts that are def NSFW, heavy making out, fade away sex scene with body parts mentioned (this is just fiction but you know, in real life, practice safe sex!)

*Mega shoutout to @thesolotomyhan & her Ramon jealousy HC. It inspired 2 scenes! Read og post here. *

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Content disclaimer: You know my usual Narcos disclaimer, this is fic, made up, not an effort to glamorize the horrific acts of real persons. If this bothers you, just don’t read it, it saves us both time and energy. Thanks!

Standing in the abandoned warehouse, in the middle of nowhere, silence falls between you and your supervisor.

You’ve just submitted your recent report, and answered a whole lot of questions he had for you. Though it took many moving parts and a whole team to make undercover missions work, Jones was your contact person.

Jones continues to study you, one eyebrow still raised. You can tell he wants to say something. Plus, he was one of the many who didn’t think you should take the job.

“I have a long ride back, if there’s nothing else -”

He cuts you off, “next month, you need to check in, on time.”

“It’s not easy to check in at my scheduled time, you know that. I’m in the thick of it. I can’t just go find a phone while surrounded by people.”

“I get that, but you still need to find a way to check in. You know that. I’ll take care of this.” He shoves the thick brown folder you handed off under his left arm. The older man sighs, then runs his free hand over his beard. “I’m not going to lie kid, I never liked this. It’s dangerous. This isn’t just any family. You know that.”

“I can handle it.” You step closer to him. “If it gets too hot, I’m out. I’ll make the call.”

As you say the words, you feel confident in them, but at the same time, not so much.

Jones nods and motions to the entryway. “Stay safe.”

“I will.” You head for the door and stop. You look over your shoulder at him. “I noticed a plant at Roxanne the other day. Stood out like a sore thumb. You guys can’t do that.”

“We didn’t hear from you, he was just checking in.”

“If I need help, I’ll ask for it. And if you must send anyone to make sure I’m not dead, send someone who blends in.” You leave on that note and start your very long drive back to Tijuana.

…

You haven’t seen Ramon, or any of the family, in a few days. You managed to convince him, after some very believable sweet talking, that you had to handle some stuff out of town.

The family was also having their most recent drama with Sinaloa. It gave you some time to get your head back on straight, finish your report, and meet with your superior.

After the long drive, you finally arrived home. Sinking onto the sofa, you kick back and enjoy a cold drink. The way Jones looked at you lingered on your mind. He was nice enough to you, but still old school with some outdated ideas about women and the workplace. But you didn’t sign up to be a damn secretary and dress cute for the male gaze.

Grabbing the remote, you press the on button. You hope mindlessly watching some t.v will help your mood. Seconds later, your eyes drift to the vase on the side table where fresh flowers sit. Ramon had them sent to you yesterday.

As you stare at the vibrant assortment, you grin, it was sweet. At the same time, the delivery nearly gave you a heart attack. It was no secret Ramon knew where you ‘lived’, he picked up here before.

Still, every reminder that he knew, still raised the hair on your arms a bit. It’s why you had to be smart and why you went way out of town just to submit your report and meet with Jones. You knew you couldn’t do any of that here.

Your thoughts shift to Ramon. It’s been 5 days since he fell asleep on your lap, five days since you gained entry into the massive Arellano Felix mansion and got the closest, most intimate view of them yet. If it was hard before to see them as just criminals, being in their home, though only once so far, and treated as a guest, really complicated shit.

The sweetness of that last night continues to rule your thoughts. Shifting position on the couch, you get comfortable and stare blankly at the tv. Sometime after falling asleep that night, you awoke to Ramon gently nudging you.

In a sleepy haze, he guided you to a spare bedroom that was close to his. Even in your half awake, half asleep state, you noticed it was a nice room, one of the nicest you’ve ever seen. You were sure you didn’t own anything as expensive as the stuff inside.

Ramon returned with some clothes for you to sleep in, then very sweetly hugged you goodnight. It was soft, warm, and tender. A hug that remains with you still, if you let yourself think about it for too long, you can feel it, you can smell him. You slept like a baby that night. After rising, you exited the room to find a lavish spread of breakfast waiting.

It felt like a surreal head trip, sitting there, in some fancy pajamas that belonged to…someone. And eating breakfast with half the family. A short while after breakfast, you washed up, dressed, and Ramon drove you back home, as promised.

That was five days ago. You still couldn’t believe that experience was real.

…

The next time you see Ramon is later that week. He invited you to a birthday party for his niece Ruth at the family home. It’s the kind of thing undercovers dream of, you accept the invite.

There were so many people and kids there it nearly made your head spin. As the party goes on, you drink and socialize with the family and their friends, all while taking mental note of anything important.

The family was always careful and didn’t talk about business in public, if they had to, they’d step away and do it from prying eyes and ears. Still, you do your best. Being here is like another door opening, giving you closer access to the family.

Even with the closeness you are gaining, you still remain hyper-aware of yourself. One slip up, and surely Enedina or Benjamin, or someone else would notice. Then, your tightwalk rope with danger, would be for nothing. You knew you couldn’t let your guard down, just because Ramon is enamored with you, it didn’t mean others weren’t watching you with a closer eye.

Being at the party stirred something inside of you, something you were trying your best not to think about. One couldn’t say the Arellano Felix family was normal. Being the biggest drug family in Mexico, they made all kinds of calls and moves to make it to the top. You were well aware of the bad, more versed than normal person.

Still, being here at a birthday party as people smiled and laughed, they seemed so normal so…relatable. The affection they have and share with each other is heartwarming, and a reminder you need to keep in mind why you are really here. Affection for the family is a dangerous thing to have, it could seriously hurt your investigation and you in the process.

Two reports down, you stand at the beginnings of your 3rd month undercover. You feel proud of yourself. Sure, you knew this job is massive, huge, and you were likely biting off more than you could chew. But you took it. And now, you’re going through with it.

…

As the party died down, and most of the guests left, Ramon wanted to go out and dance at Roxanne. Some of his siblings would be joining too. You know you should say no, you should go home, go to bed early and put some distance between you and Ramon.

But the more you hang out with him, the harder it becomes to say no. You like spending time with him. You like the way he laughs with you, looks at you, smiles at you - you even like the way he pulls you against him with those very warm lingering hugs of his. As you spent time with him, you had to remind yourself that Ramon is just a job. A means to an end. One very big foot into a very important and private door.

You were getting the best intel you could, even with the family being as secretive and close knit as they are. Everything you picked up was subtle and you had to make the pieces fit, it’s not like the movies where people spill the beans and talk about whole plans loud enough for people to hear.

If you, or any non-family member were around, the family would wait until you were out of sight before speaking. They didn’t care who you were, you’ve seen it plenty of times, even with Barron, despite him being one of Francis' trusted friends.

You had to be crafty, smart, sneaky - you had to keep your ears open all the time and collect all the crumbs you could. It wasn’t the kind of job for those lacking patience. The Arellano Felix family has armor around them and did not make it easy for people to eavesdrop on their business.

Before heading out to Roxanne, Ramon tells you there’s something you have to see. Like an excited kid or over energized puppy, he drags you to the guest bedroom you previously stayed in. Before entering, he covered your eyes with his hands.

“Ramon, what is it?”

“That’s not how surprises work.”

Ramon barely contains his excitement as he leads the way, as the two of you walk in unison, and you try to keep up with his rushed pace, you feel his body press into yours every so often. You try your best to not think about it, to ignore it, to ignore the way your body stirs with each fleeting moment of contact.

“Okay stop,” you do, anticipation has your body vibrating, “okay, open your eyes…now.” He lifts his hands from your eyes and rushes to the other side of the bed so he can watch your reaction.

Before you, on the King sized bed, are more bags than you can count. Bags with name brands on them in fancy stamped letters - the kinds of brands you’ve never owned in your life and only saw when you drive through the rich parts of town.

Ramon makes a sweeping motion with his arm while wearing a silly grin, “it’s all yours Princesa.”

You gasp as your eyes try to take in the amount of stuff on the bed. Climbing onto the mattress, curiosity gets the best of you as you peak into the bags and start pulling things out.

You can barely believe your eyes. Dresses, jackets, shoes, jewelry- all of it. These weren’t gifts, this was half of fashion avenue, and your mind can’t even commute the numerical value of all this stuff.

“Ramon - “ you pull out a gorgeous dress and look at the price tag, your jaw drops, “ I - uh…” at a loss for words, you stop speaking and stare at him. The fluttery feeling in your belly intensifies.

Ramon smirks, savoring your reaction. He moves some bags over and sits on the otherside of the bed.

“I couldn’t decide. So, I bought everything. “ A proud grin animates his lips as he shakes his hair out of his face.

Distracted by the luscious mop of his hair, you stare at him. You don’t realize how long you’ve been starting until you see his very pleased reaction. His smile reaches his eyes.

You’ve never had anyone spoil you before. Or spend a small (in their world) fortune on you. It’s nice. It’s really nice. But you have to remind yourself this is blood money, drug money. Death money.

Even the harsh honest reminder isn’t enough. It doesn’t dominate the other feelings and instincts you have right now. Like leaping across the bed and pressing your lips to his, fucking him on top of all this expensive stuff. Letting Ramon do all the things you know he’s been imagining doing to you.

You know Ramon wants you, there is zero doubt. He is just on really good beahvior. Shockingly. You also know there are two ways a kiss could happen. A, you give him the green light. Or B, Ramon stops playing nice.

The tension between you two has grown thicker each time you hang out, so much so, if he pulled you beneath him right now and kissed you, you wouldn’t be surprised at all. You may even give in.

Pulling your eyes from his stupidly handsome face and soft brown eyes, you reach inside another bag and find out a gorgeous jacket. You were impressed, this stuff is actually good, really good and you could imagine yourself wearing most of it.

Sure, there’s some stuff that is way too loud and ….dramtic? But for the most part, you like what you see. You wonder, in the back of your mind, if the shop girl or maybe even his sisters helped.

They have seen enough of you at this point to visualize your style. This definitely has a womens touch on it. You could also imagine some of the wilder things, and the things you weren’t too sure about, were of Ramons choosing.

Ramon continues to watch you, adoration in his eyes. He leans over a little more, “you like it?”

“Of course, “ you beam and put the bag in your hands down, “ but, I - can’t take all this. This is a lot of stuff Ramon.”

``Have it. Keep some of it here,” he jumps up from the bed and walks around the room. Ramon has some kind of inner timer for how long he could sit still, it was pretty amusing to watch. The alarm is definitely going off internally now. “Pick something to wear, let’s go dancing.”

He grins at you, then heads for the open door. You watch as Ramon stops in the doorway, his eyes lingering on you.

“Well, I need to get changed right? Get out of here.”

Ramon flashes a cute, almost shy smile and steps out of the room backwards. After a moment, he closes the door.

When the door closes, you fall back on the bed, against the bags.

“Oh my god - “ you mouth the words. Legally, you can't even accept this, you can’t take it. Well, you could take it for now, to keep your cover, but you can’t keep it. “Fuck.” You mutter under your breath before sitting up again.

Looking around, you pick up a smaller bag with a rose sticking out of it. Reaching inside, you find a bottle of perfume. You’ve heard about this one. Curious, you open it, and spray a little in the air.

“Wow, that does smell really good…” you sniff the air again and spray a little on the inside of your wrist. Shaking your head in amazement, you continue to rummage through the bags until you find it, your outfit for tonight.

It’s your style, just a much more expensive version. Bonus? You could keep on the shoes you already had on. Standing, you notice one more bag with chocolates in it. Smiling to yourself, you pop it open and eat a few as you get dressed.

…

Ramons eyes nearly pop out of his head when he sees you in the dress. The combination of the look on his face, and his verbal compliments is enough to make your skin hot. He even gives you a hug that lasts longer than any of the other ones.

The ride over to Roxanne is - interesting and dare you say, amusing. Energy continues the build quickly between the both of you, your bodies feeling charged like batteries.

Ramon can barely keep his eyes off of you while driving, you remind him more than once to focus on the road. You tell him, neither a crash nor dying is on your to-do list anytime soon.

The burning desire in your body is near volcanic by the time you arrive at Roxannes. You are instantly thankful to see some of his family and friends are already there, you needed at least one or two other people you could talk to. It feels too risky being alone with Ramon right now.

Ramon is like fire, you’re drawn to him, warmed by him, yet all the while aware of his destructive and explosive side. You’ve been smart on all your other Undercover jobs, you never felt at risk of fucking up, not until now. The thought scares you, but excites you at the same time.

You quickly busy yourself with one of his sisters and her friend, you get along with them well, too well, in another life you all could be girlfriends. It’s easy to imagine ladies night, movie nights, girls trips - you really did like them. Sometimes, while chatting with them you felt bad, but you were doing a good thing, right? You know you shouldn’t, but you feel connected to them.

The night is going really well until a drunk guy keeps hitting on you. Each attempt growing more aggressive. You’ve never seen him before so can’t place him. And after a few months, you knew all the regulars like the back of your hand. This guy is a stranger.

Despite being nameless, you can tell enough about him from the way he acts and looks. Flashing money, name dropping, showing off - just some rich asshole, or some rich asshole's son. The first two times, the creep was subtle about it, catching you when you were alone. But the third time, the third time he grabs for you right in the middle of the dance floor.

Just before the creeps' hands land on you, Ramon was laughing it up with the narcos juniors in VIP. A drink in hand, he moved away from the guys to look for you. Once he spotted you, Ramon watched you dancing from the balcony with a grin. At first, nothing he perceived to be a threat caught his eye, you were just dancing with the girls after all.

As Ramon watched, taking occasional sips from the glass, he tried to calm the raging desire inside of him. It was easy for him to seek and receive pleasure, he didn’t have to work hard for it. If he wanted, he could take any girl he wanted into a back room and have her right now.

But he can’t, not when the only thing he wants is you. Ramons has never wanted, craved someone so bad in his life. He also didn’t want to scare you away, so he was trying to calm his impulsive nature, but it’s hard. It gets increasingly harder with every moment you spend together. He’s not sure how much longer he can control himself.

These thoughts fill Ramons mind, his body moving to the music and eyes still glued on you from above. Just as he’s about the turn around, he sees it. The stupid motherfucker who stands behind you and grabs your ass.

The music fades. Conversations fade. His eyes zoom in on you as everything else disappears. Everything slows down. Ramon clenches his jaw, his body tensing, he’s on edge.

Gripping the railing with his free hand, Ramon leans over, continuing to watch. You push the guy away, and though Ramon can’t hear you, from the way your mouth moves it seems you’re cursing the guy out.

Seeing red, Ramon steps back and smashes his drink on the ground. Ignoring his name being called, Ramon charges past his group and heads for the stairs. Making his way downstairs, the pounding in his ears getting louder with each step.

Ramon reaches the ground floor, pulls out his gun, and takes the safety off. The smart ones in the crowd started parting as he came down, the others jumped back as soon as they saw the gun. The Narcos Juniors are right behind him, like wolves following their Alpha.

It’s not until you hear people reacting to the gun, and moving away, do you realize what’s happening. Before words can reach your stunned lips, Ramon grabs the guy by the collar and presses the barrel of the gun against the center of his forehead.

What comes next is almost more chilling than the gun, it’s Ramons smile. A smile that would seem friendly at first but is filled with nothing but venom, hate, maliciousness.

“Who the fuck do you think you are motherfucker? Tryin to dance with my girl?” Ramon holds the smile, the spine chilling smile. You’ve never seen his eyes as dark as they are now.

You find yourself frozen in place. Over the years, you’ve seen a lot of shit go down and rarely freeze, a breath is caught in your throat, and you feel one of his sisters gently guiding you back, away from the confrontation.

The man, clearly drunk, makes a very foolish move, “I don’t see a fucking ring on her fin-!”

Ramon chuckled darkly, then swiftly knocked him in the nose with the handle of the gun. As the man cries in pain, holding his bloody nose, Ramon flips the safety back on, then holsters the gun.

Cursing, the man stumbles back, holding his nose. You watch as the Narco Juniors circle the man, getting in position. Ramons eyes land on yours. He signals to the Narcos Juniors. Like a pack of hyenas, they move in on the man and drag him outside. The sound of their comments and cackles chill you to the bone.

Before you can react, or suck in a breath, Ramon grabs you by the arm. Without a word, or a second glance, Ramon drags you down the hall to the private rooms. Each time you ask a question or call his name, he ignores it.

Stopping in front of a room, Ramon turns the knob and pushes it open. Ramon grabs your upper arm and shoves you inside of the room. Then closes the door behind him with a slam.

Stumbling in, you quickly catch your balance and stare at him angrily, trying your best to hide the fear in our voice, “Ramon what the fu-”

Ramon rushes forward, grabs your face with his hands, and presses his lips against yours. Even with the desperate feel of the kiss, his lips are soft, so soft and the way he holds your face sends warmth throughout your entire body.

You break the kiss. Taking a step back, you press your palms against his chest in an effort to put space between your bodies. As you stare at him, searching his eyes and trying to make sense of all the emotions raging inside of you, Ramon snakes one arm around your body and jerks you forward, bringing your body flush against his.

It happens so fast.

Faster than your logical mind can keep up.

Before you know it, Ramon is kissing you again, touching you, his hands exploring your body over the dress. As the kiss intensifies, you find yourself pinned against the wall.

This feels good

He feels good

Passionate kissing soon leads to heavy making out and grinding against each other. Ramon pulls the dress up over your hips, presses you back against the wall, and slides his hand between your thighs.

His lust filled eyes stay locked on your face, watching your reaction the moment his fingers slide inside of you. His eyes fall to your lips as a moan rolls off of them. He smiles, grabs your chin with his free hand, and continues to kiss you.

You should stop this

You should stop him

Losing yourself in him, the way he tastes, feels, smells, you let your hands explore, doing places you only imagined touching before. Ramon grabs you by the neck, pulls back, and watches you with hungry eyes before claiming your lips again, his fingers still inside of you. Like some kind of evil mind reader, he knows just how to touch you, just how much pressure to apply; it’s a blessing and a curse.

With each passing second of making out, you lose your logic, your common sense, your three rules. You slide your hands down his body and undo the button of his pants. Carnal desire has its claws in you, with no plans to let you go.

As you slide your hand over his hard cock, flesh against flesh, Ramon grabs your throat again. Ramon stops kissing you, and leans back, letting his eyes hungrily take you in.

Grabbing your hips, Ramon guides you away from the wall, and closer to the couch. Drunk with desire, Ramon undresses you, stopping you each time you try to help. He wants to do this himself.

Whenever he imagined this, he'd tear your clothes off, rip them right off you. But now, not that’s it’s finally happening and not a sex dream, he slows down, so he can savor it, every second of it.

Only wearing a dress, underwear and shoes, there’s not much to remove. But Ramon takes his time, and the slow pace feeds your hunger for him even more. He presses soft kisses on your skin and whispers compliments along the way.

Completely naked now, you stand there, fingers in his hair as he kisses your breasts, his hands on your hips. You close your eyes and bite back a moan.

An undercover screwing someone on the job is a huge no-no, a major fuck up. But it happens. You just never thought it would happen to you. You were supposed to be immune to such temptation.

You were better than this

Until now

Ramon ruined everything

Grabbing a fist full of his hair, you tug up upward and greedily seek his lips again. Consumed by passion, you quickly unbutton his shirt and undress him. By the time you reach the couch, you leave a trail of clothes behind you.

Ramon positions himself between your thighs, the soft cushions at your back. When his eyes meet yours again, you hold your breath. Locked in a stare, the room falls silent except your heightened breathing and racing heartbeats. Your body quivers with a level of desire you’ve never felt before.

It’s almost a beautiful moment, a tender moment. But you stop the thought. You can’t feel that, you can’t feel that for him. Ramon caresses your face, as he holds himself up with his other arm.

As he looks into your eyes, your body beneath his, Ramon realizes why he’s been able to control himself with you. He cares about you. He wants to see you happy. To see your smile, hear your laugh. You make him feel things he hasn’t before. He’s never thought this deeply about a sexual partner before.

It was just attraction and sex. Plain and simple. Nothing complicated, nothing emotional. But you, something about you is different. He’s never felt whatever this is before.

Ramon knows you’re not just any girl, you’re not some nameless conquest he can just forget about with ease. Not you. Patience isn’t something Ramon possesses, but he tries, for you.

As you gaze at him, it surprises you how still Ramon has become. A fire blazes in his eyes and the longer you look you see something else, something more - emotional.

Ramons flashes a smile at you, leans in, and claims your lips with his own again. Sliding your left hand in his hair, you grip his shoulder with your right. As Ramons fills you, a breath catches in your throat, you tug his hair harder.

The soft moment passes as Ramon loses himself in you; the way you feel, the taste of your lips, your breasts pressing against his chest, your thighs around his hips - Ramon breaks. He fucks you hard, fast, and deep leaving you little room to take charge.

You submit to him, fully, blissfully, and enjoy every second of Ramon having you. Each change of position, each change of pace, each heated kiss…he only stops when you don’t look at him. When his cock is deep inside of you, his hands gripping your throat, his eyes fixed on your face, waiting for you to look at him.

Each time he’d punish you for it by stopping , pulling out, or edging you until you made eye contact. Each time, the panting mess he’s left you in, your eyes finally meet his, he responds with that devilish grin before fucking you again…

By time Ramon’s done with you, your body buzzing with sweet euphoric release, he nearly drags you out of Roxanne and brings you home. He drives too fast on the way over and is ontop of you again before the door fully closes.

You two continue to fuck thought the night, with breaks, on the softness of his very expensive mattress. You lose all concept of time, of right and wrong, of morality -

At some point, fresh off another orgasm and out of breath, you fix your eyes on the ceiling. The first signs of daylight show, sunlight trickles into the room. Your heavy lids start to close, sleep lulling you once more.

You feel the bed shift as Ramon climbs out, pulls the curtains closed and jumps back into bed. The look on his face is a mix of bliss and sleepiness. Ramon lays on his side and pulls you against him, then wraps his arm around your body.

Ramon takes a deep breath, squeezes you a little tighter, then falls asleep. So do you.

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Later that morning, you awoke to an empty bed. Pulling your tired body into the bathroom, you take a much needed shower and clean up. On the way out, you notice Ramon bought some of the bags into his room. You shift through, finding something as close to casual as you can get and slip it on.

Before leaving the bedroom, you stand in front of the mirror, staring into your own reflection. You fucked up. You fucked up bad.

Taking a breath, you shove it aside for later and leave the room. You find Ramon in the massive living room, the side with the pool in it. He’s dripping wet, sitting on the floor and eating a pastry. Just to his left is Dina on the couch, they’re talking and occasionally looking at the TV on the wall.

When Ramon sees you, he lights up and rises to his feet. The leopard print speedo is impossible to ignore. Ramon takes no time getting to you, not with those long legs. He leans forward and kisses you.

“You want some breakfast?” His smile is contagious, so you smile too. But you don’t really feel like smiling.

You aren’t hungry. You just betrayed yourself, your career, the oath you took. You betrayed it so many times in one night, you lost count.

But you can’t confess any of this. One wrong move, expression, or comment and you could blow your cover. It’s already taking everything in you to hide how anxious you’re actually feeling.

You were finally in the clear with Dina, or so you think. Maybe she’s just distracted with her upcoming wedding. Either way, this is not a moment for you to break. You kiss Ramon once more and notice Benjamin entering the room.

Matching Ramons smile, you smooth his wet hair away from his face and say, “I’m starving.”

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