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maliby · 4 years

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Taste of Little | pjm (M)

↬ Pairing: Jimin x Fem Reader ↬ Story Genre: fluff with a spread of smut ↬ Warnings: explicit language, explicit sex scene, mentions of cheating, body insecurities ↬ Word count: 4.2K ↬ Summary: It was yours and your boyfriend Jimin’s first anniversary, aka the night you were finally going to have sex. Every thing was going fine until he simply leaves you high and dry; turns out Jimin is hiding a little secret that he’s too scared to tell you. Will your love for him be bigger than that?

For: The Intimacy Anthology Project

“Excuse me, are you Y/N?” A handsome stranger asked as he approached your table that was conveniently close to the exit so you could bolt if anything went wrong.

“Yes, I am, and you must be Jimin right?” You stated as you looked at the black hoody Jimin said he’d be wearing.

“Yes,” he smiled. His smile was so sweet and warm that you swore he could make a rockfall in love with him just with that smile alone.

“Nice to meet you, Jimin.”

“Nice to meet you too, Y/N.”

It’s been exactly one year today since you first met Jimin at the same cafe you were in right now - the ‘Aroma Mocha’.

At first, when your friend and roommate Jenna had set you up to go on a blind date with him you didn’t really want to go. The reason was that you had sworn off guys ever since your last relationship ended with your ex choking on another man’s dick on your couch wearing your lingerie. So, when your friend came up with the suggestion of getting back out there you had shut her down immediately. It wasn’t until you lost some stupid bet over Jenna banging an idol that you were “obliged” to go on a date with her coworker Jimin (something that now made you thank your lucky stars every day).

“You’re late mister,” you pointed to your watch as your handsome boyfriend walked in in a rush.

“I’m so sorry baby,” he said before tenderly kissing your lips. “Happy anniversary,” the smile on his lips reminded you of the very first time he smiled at you, in this very cafe, and, the very first time he ever made your heart race.

“Happy anniversary.”

“Namjoon was attempting to cook dinner for Jin and he almost sliced his finger off so I had to take him to the hospital,” he took off his denim jacket as he sat opposite you. He then picked up the menu and looked through it, searching for something to order.

“I swear Namjoon needs a babysitter, doesn’t he know he’s not allowed near sharp objects without supervision?”

“He wanted to surprise his boyfriend but, if you want my opinion, Jin’s lucky he wasn’t able to finish that monstrosity of a meal.”

You chuckled. “Well, Namjoon isn’t the only person who prepared a surprise for their boyfriend,” you smirked, amused with his curious expression.

“Oh yeah? What did my beautiful girlfriend prepare for me?”

“Well, if I told you now it wouldn’t really be a surprise now would it?” You reached over the table and pressed a small kiss on his lips.

Jimin and you hadn’t had sex yet. At first, it didn’t really bother you much because you were not one to rush things and, since Jimin was a little bit shy, you wanted to respect him but now you were starting to second guess yourself. Your inner voice kept whispering you thoughts like: “he doesn’t find you physically attractive” or “he’s cheating on you with other people”, something you admit may come from the trauma of your past relationship. So, with your 1st anniversary coming up you thought that it was now or never. You decided to shoot for the stars and bought an expensive lingerie set in your favourite colour, that you were wearing at that moment.

After your cafe date, you had arranged a little picnic-style dinner at the beach, where you watched the summer sunset together. After that, you went back to your place - since Jenna was out of town and Jimin lived with Namjoon - excused yourself to the bathroom (where you were currently at) and got ready to put your ultimate plane of seduction in action.

You took off your dress so you were just in lingerie, brushed your teeth twice, put some deodorant (just in case) and exited the bathroom, ready to put on a show.

“Hey baby, I poured you a glass of-” the pair of glasses he was holding shattered on your wooden floor, its content spilling all over to the nearest carpet, “-wine.”

You smiled. This was exactly the reaction you wanted, a reaction so good that immediately made you forget about all your doubts and fears - he wanted you.

“You like it? It’s just for you,” you teased as you gave a little twirl so he could fully observe you.

“You look...fuck.”

His jaw was locked, and his eyes scanned you up and down as you slowly started to shorten the distance between the two of you. As soon as you reached him though, he did something completely unexpected.

“Jimin, what are you doing?” You followed him to the kitchen where he had run to pick up napkins.

“We need to clean this up before it ruins your floor, or you hurt yourself,” he rambled on as he went back to the place of the accident. It was almost like he was trying to avoid you.

“Jimin,” you slouched down and grabbed the hand that was picking up the broken pieces of glass, making him stand up again, “I don’t give a fuck about the glass. I just want to have you.”

You placed your hands on his chubby cheeks and softly kissed him.

At first, it took him a while to relax and give in, but as soon as he started to kiss you back the intensity of the kiss immediately changed.

You guided him to your bedroom without ever breaking the kiss. While your hands were busy tugging at his brown locks his own were hoisting up your skirt so they could grab your ass.

“Take your shirt off,” you said after he threw you on the bed.

Your loins were on fire, they were burning for him, aching even. You had seen him shirtless before but this time you felt like you almost couldn’t control yourself. Your eyes examined his delicious chocolate abs and wondered what it would be like to kiss and lick them and to keep on going until you reached his cock.

You wanted to please him so badly, you wanted to hear him moan your name, you wanted to watch him come undone, you wanted to watch his facial features contort in pleasure because of you, you wanted it all.

He got on top of you and you both started making out once again.

“I want you so badly Jimin,” you said as you flipped your positions and got on top of him. He didn’t answer, but you could tell by the tiny moan that escaped his mouth and the way that he squeezed your thigh that he was excited.

First, you started to kiss his neck and then you made your way to his abs, running your tongue through the defined muscles. Your hands started working on the button of his jeans and you could feel him tense up. You thought it was probably just from the excitement or something, but as soon as your mouth started to descend towards his nether region he suddenly pushed you off and got up.

“Is everything alright?” You asked out of worry, being scared that you had crossed some sort of line for him.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I- I need to go,” he buttoned up his pants and put his shirt back on.

“Jimin, did I do something wrong?” Suddenly, your whole world dropped and all your insecurities came flushing back in at once, tears starting to build up in your eyes.

“No, it’s just...fuck, I need to leave,” he turned away from you, put his shoes back on and left, leaving you a heartbroken mess on your bed.

“Honey I’m hoooome!” Your roommate Jenna yelled as she returned home from her week-long vacation in her hometown.

Her loud voice woke you up, but it wasn’t like you were having a nice sound sleep; nightmares, as well as crippling thoughts of the man you loved cheating on you, had plagued you for the past week.

“What are you still doing sleeping at noon and why aren’t you coming out to great your roomy?” You heard her enter your room but remained immobile under the cocoon your sheet provided.

“Get out of bed you lazy ass!” Jenna dragged the sheet that was hiding you all the way back and exposed you to the sunlight coming from your previously shut blinds.

“Jennaaaaaa,” you whined while trying to reach for the sheet, but she had pulled it way too far.

“Y/N, it stinks and you look like shit! What the fuck happened while I was away?”

“Nothing,” you lied.

“What did Jimin do?”

“How did you know?”

Sometimes you were amazed at how well Jenna knew you but that’s what 3 years of living together can do for you.

“Because I left you alone in the house on your anniversary with Jimin and instead of smelling like sex it smells like death,” she pointed out, matter-of-factly with her arms crossed over her chest.

You sighed, burying your face back on your pillow.

“Y/N, what happened?” Jenna sat on the bed right next to you and pet your unwashed hair in a comforting gesture.

“I think Jimin is cheating on me.”

“Jimin?” You hummed. “The Park Jimin?” You hummed once more. “Y/N, I don’t believe Jimin would ever do that to you. First, because he’s not the cheating type, and second, because he loves you, like a lot. Like, I get diabetes just by the sweet way in which he looks at you-”

“We’ve never had sex,�� you interrupted her train of thought as you finally lifted up your head from your pillow to look at her.

“What? Never?”

“Nope,” you popped your last syllable to give emphasis.

“Okay but, that doesn’t really mean anything. You know Jimin can be a little shy at times. Maybe-”

“I thought that too,” you interrupted her once more, “and because of that, I decided that, on the night of our anniversary, I would be the one to initiate it. So, after a lovely time on our date I brought him back here, excused myself to the bathroom and came back out wearing a lingerie set so hot he dropped the fucking wine glass on the floor. You should have seen the way he was looking at me, he totally wanted it. Then, after a heated make-out session, he suddenly stops everything and leaves.”

“What? Oh no...and you guys haven’t spoken since?”

“No. He tried calling, but I ignored him.”

“Y/N…”

“I know what you’re going to say, that I need to be a grown-up and talk it through, but what if he’s going to tell me that he doesn’t want to be with me anymore? What if he tells me that he’s gonna leave me for another one? Or that maybe he’s into dudes now.”

“Jimin is not your stinking ex,” Jenna pointed out. She had never really liked your ex-boyfriend.

“I know, but still…”

“Okay, I’ve heard enough! You are gonna get up, take a shower, because you fucking stink, and then, after we have lunch, we’re going to Jimin’s soccer game with the guys and you’re gonna talk to him there, am I clear?!”

“Yes, mom…”

“Aish these kids…” you heard her say as you made your way to the bathroom.

When both you and Jenna arrived at the game, the second half had already started. There weren’t many people there - since it was purely an amateur game between friends - and since you didn’t want him to see you just yet, you and Jenna just stood behind a tree, enjoying the shade it provided.

Usually, your boyfriend was the best player, scoring numerous goals that led his team to victory, but today it looked like he wasn’t even there; he’d missed almost all of his passes, accidentally scored an own goal and almost got himself kicked out of the game.

“I’ll be in the car waiting,” your friend told you as soon as the referee whistled to end the game, “take your time.”

“Thanks, Jenna.”

You gave her a small hug of gratitude and waited till everyone was in the locker room so you could wait outside for Jimin. What you weren’t expecting though, was to be able to listen to every little thing the boys were saying inside.

“What’s up with you today Jimin? If it wasn’t for Jungkook we could’ve had a way more embarrassing result than losing 3-2!” You recognized the voice of his roommate Namjoon - he clearly wasn’t happy.

“It’s nothing,” Jimin’s voice was so low that if he wasn’t right next to the window that was also next to you, you wouldn’t be able to hear his response.

“Did you finally have sex with Y/N?” A voice you recognized as his friend Hoseok asked, putting you in a state of hyperawareness. You could hear your heart beating in your ears, you could feel your blood pumping at a rapid pace and you could feel your hands shaking from the nerves. Whatever happened next, you would know the whole truth about you and Jimin. His answer would reveal everything. For sure if he was banging another girl his friends would know. Aren’t guys known for spilling out everything in the locker room?

His answer never came though.

“So that’s why you’re such a mess today. Did she react badly to the size of your dick and ran away?” Hoseok’s voice sounded again.

You were beyond shocked. Wherever you thought their conversation was going, you were clearly wrong. Never in a million years would you imagine that the reason Jimin acted the way he did was because of his insecurities.

“No...fuck. I-I was the one who ran away.”

“Shit man,” Hoseok answered, his voice getting closer to where you were standing, probably coming closer to comfort Jimin.

“Now she’s not answering my texts or calls, I’m scared I screwed it up forever,” he sighed.

“Jimin, just talk to her. Y/N loves you, I’m sure she’ll understand,” Namjoon reasoned.

“And what if she doesn’t want to be with me because I can’t please her like a normal guy?”

You turned around and left for the car, not being able to hear more.

Of all the times you had imagined the reasons why you hadn’t had sex yet, never once had crossed your mind that that reason was the size of his penis. Of all the times you felt insecure about yourself, never once had crossed your mind that the man you loved was the one feeling insecure. For all of that, you felt like a piece of shit; for pressuring him, for doubting him, for everything.

You wanted to tell him then and there that you loved him more than anything and that you didn’t care about the size of his penis, but most of all, you wanted to tell him that you were sorry for pressuring him.

That same night you wanted to surprise Jimin and apologize to him. So, after texting his roommate explaining everything that had happened that afternoon and asking if you could come by, he promptly told you that he’d gladly go on a date with his boyfriend to leave you two alone. Thus, when dinner time came and Namjoon left, you picked up a couple of pizzas, a bottle of wine, and went to Jimin’s place.

You knocked on his door and at first, he didn’t answer, but after insisting once more he finally opened the door.

“Namjoon I swear I’m gonna nail the keys to your hands- Y/N.” The way in which Jimin was looking at you right now reminded you so much of a lost puppy that you just wanted to drop everything and hug him tight.

“I thought we should talk. I brought pizza and wine.” Jimin stood in front of you with his mouth agape, not saying anything. “Can I come in?”

“Of course.” He stepped aside to let you through and you walked to the kitchen to place the pizzas and the wine on the table.

“Namjoon just left-”

“I know, he offered to once I told him I was coming,” you put the food on the table and turned to him.

“Y/N... I’m so sorry I left the other day. It’s nothing to do with you, I love you. It’s just…”

“Jimin, I know.” You grabbed his hand to comfort him.

“Y-you know?”

He looked so adorable when he was confused. You looked at the way he wide opened his eyes and you just melted inside.

“I went to see you play today and, at the end of the game, I waited for you outside the locker room so we could talk and I heard everything you guys said.”

“You heard? So, you know? Fuck, I’m so sorry Y/N, I didn’t mean to hurt you it was just-” You kissed him.

“Jimin, I don’t care that you have a small penis. You could have a wind chime for a penis and I wouldn’t mind, you know why? Because I love you with all my heart.” You placed your hands on his chubby cheeks in a tender gesture and ran your thumbs over his skin.

“I’m so sorry I put that kind of pressure on you. I should’ve known that you weren’t feeling it and-”

“Wasn’t feeling it? Fuck Y/N, do you know how much I wanted you at that moment? Do you know that you almost ended me when you came out of the bathroom looking like that? Trust me when I say that leaving you that night was hard as fuck and also, something I’ve regretted ever since.”

After soulfully looking into each other's eyes you embraced one another. You nuzzled your head in his neck and just stood there smelling his Hugo Boss perfume. The hug was a healing one, like all that you’ve been through for the past week had just been erased by his strong arms.

Jimin pulled back from the hug so his lips could meet yours, passion flowing right through you. The kiss quickly got more heated as his hands started wandering all over your body, making the temperature rise.

“Baby,” you pulled away and looked right at his glazed eyes, “we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to-”

“I want to.” He placed a soft kiss on your lips and led you to his bedroom where he started to remove his t-shirt, showing you his glorious abs.

Not wanting him to feel left out, and to give him some type of security, you also started to remove your shirt, following it up with the rest of your outfit until you were completely naked on his bed.

“I am so lucky,” he stated as he observed your naked body on his bed.

His half-naked body soon was on top of yours, his mouth worshipping your skin with sweet and tender kisses. He started at the neck, moved through your chest (teasing your nipple a little bit with his tongue), down your stomach and straight to your dripping centre.

“You’re so beautiful,” his eyes were fixated on yours as he licked your pussy, paying special attention to your small nub.

This was the first time Jimin was eating you out, the two of you only having gone to second base. From all the times you envisioned his head between your legs you had to admit you only imagined the best; Jimin was by far the best kisser you’ve had, not only because of those luscious lips of his but also because he had a very skilful tongue that he knew how to use in just the right amount. So, to say that he exceeded your expectations was putting it lightly. He was fucking knocking your metaphorical socks off.

“Fuck Jimin, just like that.” The way his wet tongue was circling your clit made you grab a handful of his dark brown locks so he could get even closer to you.

You were getting in such a euphoric state that you almost felt like something was taking over you; especially when he inserted a finger inside you. One minute you were biting your lip as hard as you could, the other you were almost pulling out his bedspread and in the next you were massaging your breasts to enhance your pleasure; an act that, in tandem, made you cum on your boyfriend’s mouth as you screamed his name.

“You were so good at that baby,” he climbed back up on top of you and you pulled him in for a quick kiss, the taste of your juices being all over his lips, “that was the best oral sex I’ve ever had.”

“Well, you know. I needed to get good at that since, you know…”

Your heart completely dropped, not thinking about the possible implications of your words. You felt so bad for him, you wish you could make all of this go away for him.

“Baby, don’t say that,” you placed your hand on his cheek, “size doesn’t really matter. What matters is the love we feel for each other and I love you so much.” You two kissed once more demonstrating your love for one another.

“Do you trust me?” You gently asked him.

“I do, with all my heart.”

You switched places with him, this time you being the one on top, and gently pulled his sweatpants down. Then, you looked at him once more, waiting for his approval, and once he gave you a nod you pulled down his black underwear revealing his hard dick.

It wasn’t that bad. You honestly were picturing something way smaller than what was in front of you - something more like a finger - but as you looked at it and saw that it still had a good girth you were kind of relieved.

You looked at him, saw his concerned look, gave him a smile, grabbed his penis and gave it a gentle kiss. Jimin whimpered at the contact and you teased him further by giving it a series of licks.

“Please baby, don’t tease me, it’s...been a while.”

“I’m sorry,” you weren’t also in the mood for games, but you just couldn’t resist teasing him a bit. “Do you have a condom?”

“Here,” he moved to reach the top drawer of his bedside table and removed a pack of condoms. He opened the box, ripped out one of the foils and handed it to you.

You put his cock in your mouth, giving it a couple of sucks, for a last bit of teasing and rolled the condom on his dick. You then moved so your core would be right on top of his length and rubbed his tip back and forth through your folds before sliding it right inside of you.

“Hmm,” you both moaned in unison.

His dick felt different than the others you had experienced. It didn’t fill you to the brim, but it still felt good. Maybe to other girls, it wouldn’t be ideal, but to you, it was more than enough.

The way you two were making love to each other, the sweet kisses, the intense stares, the moaning of each other’s names, everything was more than perfect and you could honestly say you never felt more connected to a person in your entire life. It didn’t even matter to you the number of times he slipped off of you during sex, it just mattered that you were with him.

Jimin was near his climax and you could tell he was trying to hold it in as much as possible because you were still a bit far from it. But, out of nowhere, Jimin started rubbing your clit, giving you the edge you needed to finally come undone and make him release inside of you.

You remained in each other’s arms for a while, just panting and enjoying each other’s embrace, until Jimin pulled himself out of you and went to the bathroom to discard his condom. When he returned and lay right next to you, you couldn’t help but notice the nervous look on his face.

“Baby, it was fine,” you assured him.

“Yeah, but it kept falling out and I had to help you get there.”

“So?” You popped yourself on your elbow to get a better look of his face. “It matters way more to me that you did everything in your power to make me cum than if I could cum by your dick alone. Trust me, most women can’t even cum with sex alone.”

“So...it was good?” His puppy dog eyes were seriously killing you inside.

“Yes,” you kissed his lips as he started smiling, relief washing over his face, “it was good.”

“I love you so much,” he professed his love to you and you could say that it was making your heart explode.

“I love you too,” now he was the one kissing you and you wished for nothing more than to get lost in his lips for the whole day but the sound of your stomach growling made you come back to reality.

“Somebody’s hungry,” he booped your nose in an adorable gesture, “how about we leave this bed and go devour those pizzas?”

“Way ahead of you.”

a/n: I was inspired to do this fic due to the amounts of “huge dick” fics out there. Don’t get me wrong, I love huge dicks lmao, but I feel like it’s healthy to, once in a while, bring a small peen to the equation (or maybe even a freaking normal size). Girls and boys, don’t expect everyone to have huge dicks, it’s ok if they don’t <3

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its-chelisey-stuff · 3 years

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I watched “Imitation” and it was surprising (... okay, I loved it!)

Full disclosure: If you haven’t the slightest interest in kpop, not even in the drama or juicy gossip that produces, this won’t be your thing. I know it’s not a drama for everyone. Stop reading. Just know that OTP (and most characters) had a happy ending but there was a bunch of drama to achieve it. Typical. And a death may or may not have been in the mix.

Well well well... I'm pleasantly surprised, that's the perfect three word review for this drama. It would seem that when those little projects that come out of nowhere and you have no expectations about, turn out to be even a little big good, they made the strongest impression. And this drama is up there in my top 3 of favorite dramas of the year, it has my heart.

Yes, it was about kpop idols and 90% of the cast was made of idols (even one from the very first kpop gen hahaha), yet the acting was decent (and from some, truly great), yes sometimes it got a bit cheesy and silly and yes, there was a ton of drama concerning fans, reporters, dating scandals and bad and greedy CEOs of entertainment agencies BUT it was also sweet, really romantic, funny, lively, full of music (I'm OBSESSED with the last OST which was sung by the whole cast, it makes me FEEL things) and dancing, it had lots friendship and found family AND at times, it was heartbreakingly tragic.

I think this drama tried to tell the audience two important lessons, worthy of mention: the first, work hard for your dreams, don't give up on them but also, you never know what opportunities might come your way that could end up changing your direction and perhaps make you chase something that you never thought you would, so persevere, breathe and hang in there just a bit more; the second, one that we all know if you have a little bit of sense and even if you are mildly informed about the k entertainment which is that idols are just people(most of them teens when they debut some not even 18) who want to and deserve to have a pretty f-ing normal life, so f-ing let them! the consequences of putting these youngsters over a pedestal are catastrophic and there are real life, heartbreaking, examples of this.

Main characters

Ryok: the Golden Boy of kpop, from the most popular boy group, also a an actor (a decent one? Idk they never said). Perfect in every single aspect, except when he is nice to girls who aren't his fans, then they will crucify him. SUPER clumsy whenever his crush is nearby and does something he finds cute, otherwise super cool and chill. Also great at pining for his crush. A romantic, which means he chose the worst career path. My favorite character.

Maha: A bright and optimistic girl with a strong might of perseverance in going after her dreams. Loves dancing. Very sweet and very tiny. Despite appearances, she's not a pushover or weak FL. And that's why I loved her.

Yujin: Second ML by the book. Became an idol because he was pursuing FL (who in turn was pursuing ML). The only reason why I never hated him is because he was a great friend, knew he wasn't doing anything healthy and decided to end his one sided love and opened his eyes. Two words: Character development *chef's kiss*

LaRiMa: A soloist. A Queen. At the start, it looked like she was the typical and mean second FL. But she wasn't, and I adored her for that. She had a heart of gold. She deserved the world, and she knew that so she made decisions accordingly (a Queen chases no one, least of all a man!) lol best character in the drama and my second favorite character (sorry Maha!)

Also starring: The members of SHAX (the leader, SF9′s Hwiyoung, the maknae from Ateez and the funny guy who spoke random english) the group of Golden Boy. Tea Party members (bffs with FL, Riah and HyunJi), Maha’s group. Sparkling members (the very angry and frustrated leader and two members of Ateez whose names I don’t know), second ML group. AND in the longest and most important cameo (ala Go Kyung Pyo in My roommate is a Gumiho) SF9′s Chani, a former member of SHAX, who disappeared into thin air one day.

The story

On paper it doesn't sound like anything groundbreaking (and tbh it really wasn't lol): a story about idols who willingly chose their career path, trained for years while underage, got treated like products by ugly men in suits and realized it kinda sucked, especially when you don't become a hit group and have to protect your personal life like it's a dirty secret that could damage your image and maybe end your career this is why I said it’s not a show for everyone. But this drama is what Dream High 2 (2012) wanted to be and never could in the aspect of actually making you feel something for these idols and the situations they were facing while loving the musical side of the show and making it all believable.

Even if it's not exactly about teens in high school sort of thing, it does give you the same hopeful and uplifting feeling of a coming of age story, especially because the characters are still youngsters trying to be happy and realize their dreams for the future.

You can just stop reading here if you want to go watch the drama with no spoilers. And if I haven’t convinced you despite not being appalled by kpop themed dramas, then I guess you should keep reading lol or trust in my taste and judgement when I say the story is worth it (but to be fair the first two eps are a bit slow).

The romance (super spoilery!)

At the core, this show was a love story. What started the plot is the fact that main couple reunite in the same work field as idols, and they actually met and befriended each other years ago; so being older and able to spent more time together brings them closer to finally accept and give into their feelings, but soon enough their relationship becomes a ticking bomb threatening their careers and then this big mystery of how and why SF9' Chani disappeared and abandoned the group becomes really important in the last third of the drama

Because once upon a time, Chani had a gf but she was still a trainee so once their love was exposed (the truth of who exposed him is devastating) and their respective companies threatened them, it all becomes too much too fast and with seemingly no other way out, the girl makes a terrible decision, that ends up changing the lives of most of the characters.

I’m sure this is from a bts but their chemistry was really good and sweet. Also, height difference to die for!!

Yet, there is a happy ending for main couple but it's only achieved after certain people learn from their mistakes and support Ryok and Maha, which makes it clear that no matter how in love and willing you are to face adversities for and with your loved one, you still need a support system (and maybe the right people in a position of power) because sometimes two against the world isn't as romantic as it sounds, but sad and lonely.

And the main reason why I loved this is because of the way the show drew a parallel between the two most important couples in the story and tells the audience “had it been even a year before, under different circumstances and less luck, had they had no friends and no people to support them, main couple would’ve ended in the same tragic way” and I think that is a haunting realization. That also makes you appreciate things.

*cries* they were adorable

The bad (spoilers!)

I do wish this drama would’ve elaborated on some bits that were really worth diving into, or that it would’ve shown how some things came intro fruition instead of just skipping it and showing rigth away the outcome of conversations that were never had or reunions never shown. It is clear to me that they wanted to make the drama longer and could have told a better story had it been a 16 ep show.

Basically yes, the main story, main romance and side couples' arcs got resolved but ugh a list of plot holes:

Why was LaRiMa so obsessed with Ryok for half the drama? The minute the girl knew he was dating someone he truly liked, she gave up right away, so I gotta believe the only reason she didn’t quit on him before, is because he did gave her a reason to hold onto him. Perphaps they dated before? Or maybe they like each other at one point? I can only do fanfiction in my head to explain this.

Why was the angry leader of Sparkling such a bitter bitch? How did he end up in another company?

I wanted to see SF9′s Chani reunion with his ex-members from SHAX. It NEEDED to happen. At least they showed Chani with Ryok (which was really emotional) but arrgh.

Also, Chani deserved a kneeling apology from SHAX leader, I mean, come on!!

If everyone knew about Maha and Ryeok at some point, they needed to use that. You can’t just have a bomb like that in your drama and not use it. Is a principle of storytelling. You can’t just have the thing that your main characters fear the most, in your hands, and do nothing about it. But I guess it was not done because of lack of time.

Also, they never showed how they announced their relationship. Instagram post? Company statement? An exclusive to Dispatch? And how did the fans took it?? Answers, drama! Damn it!!

Final thoughts

Despite its many flaws, I loved it. It had heart. It seemed low budget and even more so due to the fact that it was done in the middle of the pandemic and a big part of kpop are the fans and concerts, you know what makes it all the more big and shinier. But the drama people and the actors put effort into it, and you could tell (and the fact that there were also original songs and choreographies made for this drama amazes me, and that they chose to promote the drama by having some of these fake groups perform on actual music shows). So there you go, I wholeheartedly recommend it.

Before I finish, let me just say that the actor who played Ryok is a REVELATION in my eyes.This boy needs to stay in dramaland and get more main roles (and after some research I’m happy to say that he is thriving!!). Also, he has great timing for comedy. The actress who played Maha elevated the quality of every scene she was in. (Not for nothing she was God in DAYS). Jiyeon (LaRiMa) was excellent. It really showed at times that she’s not only an experienced idol but also an experienced actress. The contrast with most of the cast was noticeable, sadly. The drama wouldn’t have been the same without these three.

Also, watch AND listen to the last OST sung by the whole cast here. Beautiful song that just makes you cry if you’ve seen the drama.

#imitation #lee jun young #jung jiso #jiyeon #jeong yunho #kbs imitation #kdrama #kdrama review #i wanted to tag all actors but omg that's a nightmare #they're too many

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Marshall Lee - Photographs

Photographs – Marshall Lee

Dait

A/N: Modern life AU. Feelsy and angsty but with a happy ending!

The smile that stretched across your face was more intense than the sun as you stood beside the love of your life. A tall, lanky teenage boy with shaggy black hair and creamy skin stood beside you, an arm draped lazily over your shoulders and a dopey grin on his lips, exposing his pointed teeth. His brows were arched, eyes narrowed seductively, though the way he held you to his side exhibited nothing but pure adoration and love. Your arms were secured around his waist, pressing your torsos together, your head tucking ever-so-slightly into his neck.

A bittersweet smile tugged at the corner of your mouth as you placed the framed photo on your bedside table. It was only the first out of the box labeled “Marshall,” and you knew the rest of its contents would be as heartbreaking as they were precious. Reaching in, you produced another frame, another piece of memorabilia capturing the love between you and the raven-haired delinquent.

His lips pressed against yours passionately, a slender hand resting delicately upon your cheek. It was your eighteenth birthday, the third consecutive birthday you’d celebrated with your troublesome boyfriend. In your hands was this year’s present – a teddy bear wearing one of Marshall’s old t-shirts, cut and poorly stitched back together in order to fit the toy’s tiny frame.

“So you don’t miss me all the time,” had been his reasoning, a response to your concerns about attending different colleges. You’d been accepted into the ivy leagues to pursue your dream, while he had only managed to apply to a state college. You’d wanted to attend the same school, but Marshall had insisted that your education and your chosen career was more important, and that your relationship was strong enough to survive the distance of the ocean.

A sniffle tingled its way through your nose, and you scrubbed a hand across your eyes to stifle the budding tears before they could even fully form. You weren’t going to cry. You were in college now, unpacking your new dorm room. Marshall was… not there.

One hand held another, the first displaying the second like a masterpiece. Marshall’s long fingers wrapped easily around your palm, his thumb caressing your knuckles. Your left hand appeared as it always had, though with one major exception.

On your ring finger sat a silver band with a simple, small gemstone in the center. It wasn’t big or flashy, but Marshall could only afford so much, working at the convenience store down the road after school and on weekends.

“It’s perfect,” you’d insisted when he tried to claim that he’d buy you a better one someday. You didn’t want a better one – you wanted this one. This was the one that Marshall chose. This one made your heart flutter and melt and tingle.

Your parents had never approved of your relationship with the troublemaker. You were a proper young lady, destined for amazing things. Marshall was a hoodlum from a broken home, destined to follow in the footsteps of his alcoholic mother and deadbeat father. You’d never believed the harsh stereotypes that the town placed on your boyfriend. You knew how good of a person he could be, how amazing he wanted to become.

Once your father found out that Marshall had proposed (by sauntering into your room unannounced, hoping to catch the two of you in a compromising position so that he had a reason to throw the boy out of his house), he’d been furious. There was screaming, and crying, and swearing, and your father had grasped the front of Marshall’s shirt and dragged him all the way through the house. You’d watched in horror as Marshall was harshly thrown out into the rain, landing with a wet thump on the pavement. Before you could call out to him, the front door had been closed and locked, and your father ordered for you to return to your room with the lowest, lividest tone you’d ever heard come from his mouth.

You stood at the podium on the stage, accepting a hug from your principal as a diploma was placed in your hands. Your cap was stationed loosely on your head, and your eyes were dull and lifeless. A hand clapped you on the back, but you couldn’t be bothered to thank the staff members or pose for photos. You and Marshall were supposed to graduate together…

Another sigh tumbled from your lips as you set the photo of your graduation in the drawer of your table rather than on top of it. It was an experience you’d rather not recall.

You lost the love of your life only a month before graduation, and you hadn’t cared about anything else since his death.

After your father had thrown him out, he’d had to walk home in the pouring rain. You lived in the nice, quiet suburbs, but Marshall lived in the dangerous back alley section of the town. He crept along the shadows, keeping to himself, but a group of thugs decided to interrupted his walk. He’d fought back as hard as he could, but he was sore from being thrown to the sidewalk, and the rain was weighing him down, and he wasn’t particularly strong due to how scrawny he was. The brutes overpowered him, tossing him down. His body was littered with bruises within seconds. He was bleeding from multiple wounds, and by the time the paramedics arrived, he was barely holding on.

Your father had informed you of Marshall’s passing the next day, and you’d spent the entire afternoon sobbing into your pillow, clutching the teddy bear he’d given you. Your parents had tried to coax you out of your room, with food and movies and offers to leave the house, but you’d refused every single word, instead drowning in your own sorrow.

Now in college, your dorm was nearly unpacked. Your mother had accompanied you in order to help transport all of your belongings, but you’d sent her away as quickly as she would allow. You wanted a break from your parents, a break from your old life. There were only two forces driving you to complete your degree – financial independence, and honoring Marshall’s memory.

You participated in college activities, eating dinner with the rest of the students in the dining hall, watching a movie with your roommates as a method of bonding. Once they retired to their own rooms, you settled into bed, a book in your lap and your beside lamp illuminating the small space. You were just about to doze off- the only sleep you seemed to get nowadays was when you exhausted your brain and succumbed unintentionally- when a tapping sound emanated from your window. Heart pounding in your chest, you slowly turned your head, expecting to find some horrible intruder. Instead, the shaggy hair and toothy grin that you’d dreamt about for the last several months met your gaze, and you nearly collapsed.

Setting your book down, you rose from the bed, slowly creeping towards the window. The rational side of your brain screamed at you to go back to bed – there was no way Marshall could be at your window. He was dead. Long dead. Your father had said so.

But your emotions were running wild, and your heart ached desperately, and you sat at the windowsill and unlatched the window and slid it open.

“M-Marsh?” you greeted hesitantly, and his grin widened.

“Hey, babe,” he returned.

You exhaled a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, surging forward to grasp Marshall by the arms and tug him through the window. He grunted upon tumbling to the floor, crawling to the wall and taking a side beside you on the windowsill.

“How?” you questioned, reaching out to cup his cheek. His skin was cold, presumably from the chilly night air, but he leaned into your touch nonetheless.

“Remember the night I proposed?” he inquired.

You nodded, left hand squeezing into a fist as if to remind yourself that the ring was still stationed on your finger – it was.

“After your dad threw me out, I got mugged,” he explained, placing a hand over yours on his cheek. “They beat the shit out of me and left me for dead. I was lucky to make it to the hospital. It took hours, so the doctors told me, to bring me back, but they eventually got my heart pumping again. I had to stay there for a few months to recover, and by the time I got out, our senior year was over and I knew there was no way I’d be able to contact you without your parents finding out.”

“My dad told me you were dead,” you gasped, hot tears streaking down your face.

Marshall’s eyes widened. “He what? He seriously told you I died?”

You nodded, your lower lip trembling. “H-he said that y-you got attacked, a-and you died on the way to the hospital.”

“Oh, babe,” he sighed, pulling you to his chest and resting his head on yours. Damn, he smelled just as good as he always had. “I’m so sorry. I’d have sought you out sooner if I knew. I just didn’t want to face your dad again, and get you in trouble. How mad was he, after he kicked me out?”

“He tried to take the ring,” you admitted, gazing up at Marshall.

“Did you let him?”

With a teary grin, you lifted your left hand. Marshall smirked widely, taking your hand and kissing your ring finger.

“That’s my girl.”

You lurched forward, burying your face in his neck. His arms tightened around you, cradling you to his chest.

“I know I can’t stay,” he murmured, kissing the top of your head.

“You can stay the night,” you replied, squeezing him tighter. “We’ll figure everything out tomorrow.”

He nodded. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

You led him to your bed, all but forcing him under the covers before you curled into his side. He held you tightly, refusing to let go even for a second. You turned off the lamp and exhaled softly, your head resting on his chest. As you drifted to sleep, the last image you saw was the collection of photographs displayed on your bedside table.

#marshall lee #marshall lee x reader #adventure time #adventure time x reader #reader insert

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I Can’t Let You Disappear From My Life A Second Time - Ch 5

A/N: Sorry for the wait, I've had some family stuff going on lately.

I apologize in advance for any mistakes.

“How about this one?” Eda stepped out of the bathroom connected to her bedroom, she wore a royal blue mini dress with a deep V neck, exposing the appropriate amount of cleavage to be sexy. The spaghetti straps and open back showed off her shoulders and the skin of her back. The supple soft fabric cut at thigh high length, showing off her legs, the front was in a wrap-around style with chic runch detail.

“Pretty. So pretty.” Alara clapped her hands. “I want to look pretty, too. Can I go with you?”

“No,” Halil shook his head, picking up Alara and setting her on his knee where he was seated on the edge of Eda’s bed. “You’re already pretty and you have to stay home with me tonight.”

Alara frowned, not liking the idea. “Why?”

“Because I’m meeting someone really important and I want everything to go right,” Eda told her.

“Can I meet him?” Alara asked.

“Yes but not tonight.” Eda looked at Halil. “What’s your take, Halil?”

Halil looked her over deliberately starting from her legs and stopping at her eyes, his smile was sincere, eyes kind. “I think you look perfect. Serkan won’t be able to breathe when he sees you.”

“You think?” Eda walked over to her mirror, turning left then right looking herself over.

“I know,” Halil said and there was something in his voice that had Eda looking back at him but as soon as she met his eyes he looked away.

But it was long enough for her to see the longing in his eyes.

Eda bit her lip, a feeling of guilt etching into her stomach. It wasn’t hard to see that Halil had feelings for her but it was easier to never talk about it. She didn’t feel the same way. She didn’t want to hurt him. She pretended not to notice the long looks he gave her, the way he smiled at her, how his eyes lit up when she walked into the room.

Halil was a great guy but he wasn’t the guy for her. Things probably would’ve been easier if she returned his feelings however nothing worth fighting for was easy. And the life she saw for herself with Serkan, the love she never stopped feeling for him that was worth fighting for and she refused to live a lie by pretending her heart didn’t beat for Serkan Bolat.

She looked back at herself. She wore a longer chain so she could hide her ring in her cleavage, it was the only piece of jewelry she was wearing tonight. Her make-up was light, enhancing her natural beauty and her hair flowed around her shoulders in waves, the ends tickling at her back.

She walked over to her vanity and slipped on a pair of silver strappy heels and grabbed her clutch. “Okay, I will see you guys later.”

“Is he picking you up or are you meeting him there?” Halil asked suddenly.

“I’m meeting him there,” Eda answered.

Halil stood up, holding Alara on his hip. She rested against him with ease and trust, leaning her head against his shoulder. “I’ll drive you.”

Eda shook her head. “That’s not necessary.”

There was no need for Halil to torture himself.

“Are you sure? I don’t mind.”

“I’m sure,” Eda walked forward and pressed a kiss to Alara’s cheek. “Just take care of our favorite girl and I’ll be home later.”

Halil looked down at Alara and held her closer. “Okay.”

Eda forced a smile, she had the urge to hug him, the way she would if she had a brother but she didn’t want him to take it the wrong way or read incorrectly into it. Instead, she offered him a smile and a wave and walked out the door.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Serkan arrived at the restaurant early, he requested their table be out on the deck. It offered an amazing view of the city and he remembered Eda loved the sea. He hoped she would appreciate the gesture.

He looked at his watch just as it hit seven o’clock. She should be there any minute.

He looked up and his breath left him, his lips parting.

How was she more beautiful every time he saw her?

He pushed his chair back and stood as Eda came toward him, he moved around the table. “Eda, you look unbelievable.”

Eda smiled. “Thank you.” Her eyes took him in, the dark suit, the vest, the way he wore his hair, the stubble covering his jaw. It all suited him so perfectly, she felt her stomach flutter.

Serkan pulled out her chair and she thanked him, leaning forward brushing her lips against his cheek. He paused staring at her before swallowing thickly and pushed her chair in.

Eda set her clutch on the table as he retook his seat across from her. “I’m sorry if I kept you waiting.”

“No,” Serkan shook his head. “I arrived early.”

Eda smiled and her eyes caught on the ocean, the lights of the city reflecting off the dark waves. “This is an amazing view.”

“I thought you would appreciate it.” Serkan picked up his menu, pretending to look at it, and cast glances at her as she looked over her own menu.

The waiter came over a few minutes later and took down their orders.

“You still order dessert first,” Serkan said in amusement.

“Some things never change about a person,” Eda said. Like the way, she felt for him.

“I suppose they don’t.” Serkan agreed. Serkan took her in, his eyes roaming over her every feature. Her cheekbones, her dark eyes, her flawless skin, her gorgeous hair, the curve of her lips, the smell of her perfume wafting in the air, mixing with the aroma of the food.

His eyes went to her hand resting on the table, his own tingled with the urge to reach out and laced their fingers together.

He once said that there were invisible handcuffs between them and he still felt that was true. Even now. There was this force between them, tying him to her and now that she was in front of him he felt he couldn’t part from her.

It was wrong, he knew she had a family at home waiting for her but It did not change how he felt. He was in love with her and that was never going to change no matter how far out of his reach she was even when sitting right across from him, looking more beautiful than ever.

Eda's heart sped up at the way he was looking at her. “Is something wrong, Serkan?”

“No, I’m just, taking a moment to commit tonight to my memory,” Serkan answered.

“Why?”

“You have no idea how much I have missed you. For the longest time, I held onto the history between us to remember you by, your smile, your eyes, how beautiful you are, your kindness, your strength, your courage. I tried to remember every little detail about you. Yet, having you sitting across from me, I know now my memories of you did not hold up to the real thing. I need to be thorough in committing you to my memory from now on that way when I miss you to the point my body aches with regret, I will have that image to hold close to my chest.”

Eda felt tears gather in her eyes at his words. She went to discreetly wipe them away when she caught him twisting and turning the ring he wore. His engagement ring to her.

“Is that why you still wear your ring? Because of the memories attached to it?” Eda asked, feeling emotion tighten her chest.

“No, I wear because it has become a part of me,”

Just as much as his love for her had become a part of his soul but he couldn’t tell her that. Not when she had a family waiting at home for her.

Eda’s heart pounded in her chest. God, did he have to say things like that? She had the urge to say hell to everything, with her plan of taking the time to get to know each other again and just reach across the table and kiss him, tell him to take her back to his place so she could show him just how much she still loves him.

“I have never once taken this ring off and I won’t,” Serkan swallowed, he brought his gaze to her. “I know you have a family now waiting at home for you and that for you what we shared is your past, not your future but-”

“I don’t,” Eda blurted, knowing she had to tell him. She couldn’t let him continue to think she had left him behind in the past. “I don’t have a family waiting for me. My engagement is fake which is why I didn’t wear the ring tonight, and I don’t have a daughter.”

“What?” Serkan’s eyes shot to her hand and relief unlike he had ever known washed over him at her naked finger.

“Let me explain,” Eda reached across the table touching his hand. “Yes, they're at home waiting for me and they’re family but not in the sense you’ve been thinking.”

The waiter appeared then delivering their food.

Serkan turned his hand over and grabbed a hold of hers as soon as the waiter was gone, holding on. “Tell me.”

“I had this roommate in Italy when I was finishing my degree. Aiyla. She was pregnant, disowned by her parents. She was putting herself through college with the help of her brother Halil. I became very close with Aiyla and by extension Halil. When Aiiyla was 32 weeks pregnant she got into a car accident. She didn’t make it but the doctors were able to save her baby.” Eda paused, the sadness she felt whenever she spoke of Aiyla’s death creeping up on her. “She was a sister to me, I felt so lost when she died, that was when I called you, I thought you better than anyone knew what it was like to lose a sibling.”

“I’m sorry you lost her,” Serkan squeezed her hand, his thumbing brushing across her knuckles.

Eda nodded. “Halil, got custody of the baby, Alara. It was hard for him in the beginning and I did all I could to help him. Alara is the closest thing I have to a niece.”

“And the fake engagement?” Serkan asked.

“Halil has a job in politics and he needed a fiance to approve his image since he had a child. It is not known that Alara is his sister’s child and not his. He does his best to keep it from the media. He does not wish for Aiyla's memory to be dragged through the mud for having been unmarried when she got pregnant and he doesn’t want that scandal to follow Alara around for the rest of her life. He asked that I pose as his fiance, giving Alara a mother in front of the cameras and reporters. It was never anything more. Halil is a good friend and needed help and like I said I did what I could to help.”

Serkan felt a weight lift inside his chest, something uncoiling from around his heart but it was still a lot to take in. “I thought you started a family.”

“No.” Eda shook her head. “One day. Maybe.” Only with him.

Serkan nodded slowly, his hand tightening around hers. “Good. That’s good.”

Serkan ducked his head to hide his relieved smile.

“I want you to meet them, Serkan,” Eda said suddenly.

Serkan’s eyes snapped back to her. “What?”

“Halil and Alara.” Eda clarified. “I want you to meet them. They know all about you and I want you to know them.”

Serkan nodded. Of course, they would know of him. He was Serkan Bolat. It couldn’t be because Eda talked about him, could it?

“They are important to me and you are important to me and I would like you to spend time with them before Halil and Alara go back to Italy.”

“They’re not staying?” Serkan inquired.

“No, Halil’s life is not here but he wanted to give me and Alara some more time together and he wanted to make sure I got settled back in. He’s protective that way.” A smile pulled at Eda’s lips.

Serkan felt something twist inside him at the fondness she spoke of a man who was not him. “I can’t. I am very busy.”

Serkan wasn’t sure he could stomach seeing the man. He was still trying to process what Eda had told him and just knowing the man was close with Eda made his blood pressure rise.

“Please.” Eda looked at him with that look he could never say no to. “It would mean so much to me,”

Serkan rolled his eyes at his inability to say no to her even now. “Okay, I will think about it.”

Eda nodded. It wasn’t exactly a yes but it was good enough for her. “Thank you.”

Serkan nodded and began eating his food, Eda doing the same.

“Have you spoken to Selin after finding out everything?” Eda asked, after a moment.

Serkan swallowed a bite of food and took a drink from his glass of water. “No,” he shook his head, fighting down the anger. “After you left the office, I went to talk to her but she had left and she hasn’t been taking my calls.”

“She’s avoiding you.”

“As she should,” Serkan said, clenching his jaw. “I didn’t think she was capable of such deceit. I was wrong. Now I’m not sure I ever truly knew her.”

“What she did is in the past, perhaps it's best not to bring it up again,” Eda suggested, she hated what Selin did but she refused to give the woman the power to affect her life after all this time.

“No, she has to know her actions have consequences.” Serkan jaw clenched. “She will answer for her lies and deception.”

“Okay,” Eda said, she could see the anger in his eyes and she didn’t feel like arguing on a woman’s behalf who only proved herself to be selfish, manipulative, and self-centered.

“Since we're discussing this, I have to ask,” Serkan looked at her. “Why did you never try to reach out to me again?”

“After Aiyla died my life became so complicated. I was finishing up school and Halil was all alone with Alara. He needed help and he needed family and I couldn’t imagine leaving that little girl behind. Being in their lives..it really helped me process my grief in a healthy way. Being around them helped me stay connected with Aiyla even after her death. It kept her memory alive for me.” Eda licked her lips. “And if I’m being honest I was scared to reach out in case you really didn't want me in your life.”

“I am always gonna want you in my life.” Serkan words were immediate. “You always had this way of shining color and life into my world when I didn’t even know it was missing. I have missed that.” He missed her but he was hesitant to put his heart completely on the line. She still had a family waiting for her at home even if it wasn’t in the sense he thought and he wasn’t sure if he could still fit into her life like before.

Eda smiled and reached out touching his hand. “Serkan, I know we have a lot to work through and catch up on and there’s always going to be this history between us but I would like the chance to be a part of your life again. I want us to start over.”

Serkan's heart felt like it was going to pound out of his chest. He had to force himself not to reach his hand up and place his palm over it.

He wanted to stand up and pull her into his arms and crush his lips to hers but there was this little voice in his head telling him she still had someone in her life. She didn’t need him and maybe she never did, not the way he needed her.

He couldn’t turn her life upside down but he knew he couldn’t let her go either. He couldn’t let her disappear from his life again.

“So do I and I feel confident about what I’m about to say. I want you to come work for me as a landscape architect. You’ve made a huge name for yourself and I think we can do some amazing things when we work together.”

Eda felt her heart drop into her stomach. She didn’t know what she had been expecting him to say but it wasn’t that. She felt like Serkan was putting her in a professional box.

She looked into his eyes and she could clearly see that he still felt for her but he was setting boundaries for them.

“You want me to come work for you?” Eda asked, needing clarification. She didn’t want any more misunderstandings between them.

“Not for me. With me.” Serkan released her hand. “You will have your own office and will handle your own projects with full creative control. If you say yes, you can come by the office first thing tomorrow and we can work out all the details.”

Eda drew her hand back slowly, her skin feeling cold. This wasn’t what she wanted.

Of course, she wanted to work with him. They worked so well together but she wanted more than work to be between them. She wanted everything life had to offer with Serkan.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Eda walked through the door to her home. It was almost ten o’clock, most of the lights were out.

She wasn’t surprised. By now Alara would be sleeping in her bed and Halil would be working, pouring over documents.

There was one light shining in from the kitchen, she walked toward it.

Halil was at the counter surrounded by papers, a pen, and a notepad in his hands.

“I know you came here with me to help me get settled but I thought you could also use the time away from work to actually take a break yet here you are working.”

Halil looked up, his lips pulling into a smile. “You know I like to keep busy.”

“I know.” Eda set her clutch on the table and slid into the seat across from her.

“Can I get you a drink,” Halil asked, setting his pen down and standing.

“Water is fine,” Eda answered, she pulled her phone out of her clutch and set it beside her.

Halil retrieved a bottle of water from the refrigerator and placed it in front of her before pouring himself a cup of coffee and re-taking his seat. “How did the date go? Was it everything you wanted it to be?”

“It was and it wasn’t. I mean, it was great spending time with Serkan again and clearing the air between us but having the person you love sitting across from you really puts everything in perspective.”

“What? He’s more amazing than you remember?” Halil asked.

“Something like that,” Eda admitted. “I don’t think you truly know how deeply you miss someone until you're reunited with them. Or how much you still love them. All I wanted to do tonight was kiss Serkan like my life depended on it. He was close enough where I could do it but I’m afraid of moving too fast. I fear that he will reject me because of how suddenly I’ve reappeared in his life.”

“No man in his right man would ever reject you, Eda. Especially not one who had the pleasure of knowing you and falling in love with you. If Serkan Bolat doesn’t realize he’s the luckiest man on the planet then he doesn’t deserve you,” Halil's words were sincere as he looked into her eyes.

Eda swallowed, she could hear the underline sadness in his words, see the longing in his eyes.

It was no secret to her that Halil was in love with her. She has been aware of feelings for a long time. It was obvious in the way he looked at her, the way his eyes lit up whenever she walked into the room. How before the fake engagement he never once attempted to correct others for wrongly assuming they were together or that Alara was their daughter. How every time he would turn a woman down, he would look right at her.

Eda loved him just not the way he loved her. He was an amazing friend and maybe if she hadn’t given her heart away a long time ago or hadn’t already found her other half things would be different but that wasn’t the case.

She didn’t lead him on. He was fully aware of who she loves and that she wanted a life with Serkan, and Halil being the great guy she has known for years never once showed any resentment that she didn’t feel the same way about him.

Not once did he try to force his feelings on her or try to pressure her into feeling something for him in return. No, he had always just been her rock, her pillar, her friend, her family.

“I’m sorry,” she said suddenly. She hated that she caused him pain without meaning to. “I know how you feel about me and I’m sorry I can’t return your feelings.”

“I was never great at hiding what I feel for someone I care about,” Halil said, looking away from her. He swallowed heavily, running a hand down his face.

Guilt ate away at Eda at the pain radiating from him. “Halil, I-”

“Don’t Eda,” He cut her off. “Don’t apologize for not feeling the same. I knew I never had a chance with you and I fell in love with you anyway. It’s not your fault.” Halil reached across the counter and placed his hand over hers. “For years you have been there for me and Alara without question, never once did you complain or imply that we were interfering with your life. You were the only support my sister had before she died. I have watched you move through life shining brightly but I always felt you were a little lost and maybe that’s because you left a vital piece of yourself with Serkan. You have sacrificed again and again for me and Alara, you need to start living for yourself. I want you to be happy Eda and if being with Serkan will make you happy then I fully support you being with him.” He squeezed her hands.

Eda smiled. “I may not love you the way you love me, but I do love you, you know that?”

Halil smiles and it was sincere and genuine and brought a smile to Eda. “I know,” he said finally. “Now, tell me how the date ended. Did you make plans to see each other again?”

“Sort of. He wants me to come work for him. I think he’s hesitant to put his heart on the line.” Eda said.

“Well, then you just need to accept his offer and show him you're not going anywhere and that you came back for him.”

“Yeah?” Eda asked. “You don’t think just jumping into everything with him is moving too fast. I don’t want to push him away.”

“You won’t. If he loves you as you love him, you have absolutely nothing to worry about. The way I look at it and everything you told me about your history with Serkan, the two of you have wasted enough time. Life is too short to live with regrets. We know that better than anyone. If you and Serkan love each other that’s all that matters.”

Eda knew he was right. She got up and walked over to him, she squeezed his shoulder in thanks. “Put the papers away. I’m gonna go get changed and then we are going to watch a movie, eat ice cream and plan out the places you and Alara should visit while you’re here.”

“Sounds good.” Halil started to gather up his work.

Eda smiled as she headed to her room. She would forever be grateful for Halil's compassionate heart. His advice about Serkan, circling in her mind. She knew he was right.

She didn’t want to waste time with Serkan, pretending she didn’t come back for him. She lost so much time with him already, she didn’t want to lose anymore.

A/N: Thanks for reading.

#sen çal kapımı #Edser #edser fic #fanfic #eda x serkan #eda yildiz #serkan bolat #Fic: i can't let you disappear from y life a second time

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taeyongdoyoung · 4 years

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summary: the forest is your only escape from the everyday troubles with your family until you find danger lurking behind the trees. or rather, danger finds you. your fateful encounter with the vampire ravn leaves you wishing for a different life. you strike an unexpected deal with the stranger that will soon turn into something more…

pairing: vampire!ravn x reader

genre: vampire!au, angst, humour, slight fluff

warnings: human trashnaming lmao, blood, fangs, sensual (?) biting

word count: 2.6k

author’s note: magician!seoho cameo especially for @wandu *mwah*

part one 🌙 part two 🌙 part four 🌙 part five 🌙 part six 🌙 part seven 🌙 part eight 🌙 part nine 🌙 part ten🌙 part eleven 🌙 part twelve 🌙epilogue

Two weeks later, you awoke in the middle of the night, because you were feeling peckish. You had already gotten used to the expensive red velvet sheets that surrounded you every night. It wasn’t their softness or the riches in Ravn’s castle that gave you comfort. It was the realization that your family could no longer bully you for not being married well-off or judge you for reading too much or anything they chose to hold against you.

You could finally be yourself. And not in the way you had been in the forest - lonesome. You finally had company that accepted you for who you were. There was one tiny downside, that company consisted a vampire that required your blood. But you reminded yourself this was your idea in the first place. And though sometimes uncomfortable, it was still way better than your previous life.

You got up from the bed to search for said vampire. He didn’t really need sleep so the bed was just there as an accessory of some sorts. You were glad for it, because you were planning to stick around. You couldn’t find him anywhere so you made yourself at home and went to prepare some food. Ever since you’d “moved in”, Ravn had made sure you’d have all the commodities a human could possibly require, including a previously empty room that could now be perfectly classified as a kitchen.

You were very grateful for his kindness but there was a part of you that kept saying this was too good to be true. Sure, you were giving something in return, but was it enough? What if his intentions towards you changed at one point? What if one day he decided he no longer liked your blood and tossed you away? What would you do, then? Or what if…he just killed you once he grew bored with you? Admittedly, you weren’t really scared of death. But you still liked living. After having endured so much torment, you were now enjoying life and you didn’t want that newfound happiness, that freedom to end.

As you were making yourself a sandwich, you suddenly heard a noise coming from somewhere nearby. You looked around but could see nothing and nobody.

“Ravn, is this you?” you asked fearfully.

However, you were shocked when you were met with a complete stranger lurking in the shadows!

“Who the hell are you?” the suspicious man inquired.

“I could ask you the same!” you shot back.

“I asked you first!” he continued.

You groaned in frustration.

“What are you doing in the kitchen?”

“What are you doing in the kitchen?” he mimicked your voice.

You rolled your eyes, completely done with this stranger.

“RAAAAAAVN,” you yelled for dear life, hoping that your vampire host would kick the intruder out as soon as possible.

“Wait, you know Ravn?” the man asked.

“Uh, yeah. Do you?”

“Are you kidding? I’m his best friend, Seoho!”

“Oh. I’m…” How were you supposed to introduce yourself? Ravn’s blood bank? His human roommate? What were you to him?

Luckily, you were saved by further questioning things, because Ravn walked into the kitchen in that very moment.

“Y/N, are you okay?” he asked, visibly concerned about your well-being, which made your heart flutter despite your better judgement. “Ah, Seoho, hi!” Ravn’s tense posture immediately relaxed. “Did you scare my human?”

He’d called you his human…Never before had you imagined that being a vampire’s human would excite you in such a way. You had previously thought that being too possessive was somewhat cringey. What had changed? Why were you so quick to fall for his charms?

“I’m not scared!” you quickly stood up for yourself. “I just didn’t know who he was, that’s why I called your name.”

Ravn smiled fondly.

“There’s no need to worry,” he reassured you. “Seoho is my best friend. He’s a magician.”

“Woah,” you were amazed to have met yet another supernatural creature. Things were getting more and more interesting.

“Would you like to explain to me why there’s a human in your castle?” Seoho intended to find out.

Ravn gulped anxiously. Seoho was staring at him intensely. You looked at Ravn, then at Seoho, then back at Ravn and the tension in the kitchen was too terrifying to move or speak a word. What had you done wrong?

“Y/N, could you go upstairs for a bit? I need a moment alone with Seoho.” Ravn whispered gently but you knew this wasn’t a request.

So, you quietly slid away from the room, but before you could start walking towards your new bedroom, you couldn’t help but overhear Ravn’s answer.

“She won’t tell anyone about what we are.”

“How can you be so certain?” Seoho responded angrily. “Don’t you remember what almost happened to Xion when his secret was exposed?”

You were in no place to hear any of this but it was too tempting to miss. You felt really bad about eavesdropping but if you wanted to survive in Ravn’s castle, you had to know what to avoid doing or saying.

“How can I forget when I’m the one who pulled him out of this mess, in the first place,” Ravn replied just as angry.

“There’s a reason why I insisted on erasing your victims’ memories! Humans are the lowest form of existence and they can’t be trusted!”

“I was a human once,” Ravn reminded his friend in a sad, almost nostalgic voice.

“Yeah, and how did that work out for you, huh? I swear to Lucifer, if she exposes us…”

“I can deal with the consequences for my actions, Seoho. Just leave Y/N out of this.”

“What makes her so special?”

Ravn was silent for a brief moment.

“Oh, no. Don’t tell me she’s…”

“Shh,” Ravn interrupted his friend as if he somehow knew you were listening at the door. “It’s just a theory.”

“You’re being very defensive over a mere theory,” Seoho pointed out.

“I’ll let you know when I find out for sure.”

“Well, until then, you can’t blame me if I choose to stay away,” Seoho announced.

“I understand where you’re coming from,” Ravn said calmly.

“Good night, sweet prince.” Great. Another Shakespeare fan, even though he strongly disliked you. And the whole human race, for that matter.

“I’m not dead,” Ravn laughed.

“Well, technically, you are,” Seoho reminded him and judging from the abrupt end of the conversation, he’d somehow disappeared. Magicians, eh?

You could now hear Ravn’s steps approaching so you ran up the stairs as fast as you could. You wondered if vampires had super hearing as well as super speed.

You hurriedly opened the door to your bedroom and flopped yourself onto the bed, grabbing the book on your nightstand and opening it at random, meaning to pretend you had been casually reading and not at all eavesdropping Ravn and Seoho’s conversation.

Soon enough, Ravn walked in on you only for you to realize you were holding the book the wrong way. Fuck. You mentally slapped yourself for being so stupid and reckless. Ravn sat down to you calmly and sighed.

“What part of go upstairs did you not get?” he asked you in a serious tone.

It was at that moment you knew…you fucked up.

“How much of it did you hear?” Ravn continued once you didn’t say a word.

“M-most of it,” you replied in a small voice.

Your hands were shaking and you put the book down, because it was of no use right now, you’d gotten caught and you were going to die. Goodbye, world.

Ravn sighed once again.

“Are you angry with m-me?” you murmured sheepishly, avoiding to make eye contact.

“Not really,” he confessed. “Just…upset.”

“I’m s-sorry for listening, I didn’t m-mean to.”

“Then, why did you do it?” Ravn asked, slightly raising his voice, which made you flinch.

“I wanted to know why your friend had such an intense hatred for humans. And to…possibly avoid doing anything that would make you share his opinion. That would make you…want to get rid of me.”

You finally dared look into his face. What you saw wasn’t what you expected to find. He didn’t seem angry at all, just…unbelievably sad. Like he’d said.

“And did you find the answers you sought?”

“Not really. I’m just as confused as before.”

Ravn scoffed lightly.

“Ask away, then.”

“What almost happened to your friend Xion…did it have anything to do with a human?”

Ravn nodded.

“Will you…t-tell me about it?”

“Xion is a vampire like me,” Ravn started. “Once upon a time, he fell in love with a human girl. And for a while, he thought she loved him back. Until…she betrayed him. She came from a family of vampire hunters. She was deceiving Xion for months. And one night, she made him walk right into a trap. Luckily, Seoho had warned me about having heard a fraction of her thoughts. At first I doubted it, but something made me follow Xion. The girl had led him deep into the forest. He was surrounded by her, her brother and their parents. She had poisoned him with juniper and he was too weak to defend himself. They were torturing him and…were about to put a wooden stake through his heart if I hadn’t intervened. I…had to kill all of them. I usually don’t kill humans but…Xion is my friend, I couldn’t just let this go.”

You were quiet for a couple of minutes, silently considering everything you’d heard and what it meant for you. Of course, he had killed humans. It was vampire nature, after all.

But you were surprised to find out that this changed nothing about how you felt. You still wanted to stay with him. Were you afraid? Hell to the yeah. Were you also curious to find out more about him? Now, more than ever. Did that make you weird? You didn’t know and you didn’t care.

“I’ll understand if you want to walk away. And I won’t stop you,” Ravn said in a composed tone but you could see he was struggling.

“Why would I want to leave?” you were frantic. “You had no choice. You had to save your friend. If…someone threatened to kill a friend of mine, I would react in the same way, irregardless of whether my enemy was human or vampire.”

Ravn smiled knowingly. He didn’t bring up the fact that you never before mentioned anything about having any friends.

“And if it were your own family who threatened to kill your friend?”

You smirked viciously.

“Especially if it were my family. I would, in fact, enjoy it.”

His eyebrows rose in shock. He never pressured you for any information about why you’d rather stay in his home than return to your own. He figured you’d tell him if you felt ready.

“Do you have any more questions?”

You considered asking him about his theory concerning you but you remembered how he’d interrupted his friend Seoho, probably because he knew you were listening on the other side of the door. Which meant that he didn’t want you to know. So, you decided to forget about it. For now. You shook your head.

“But I want to say something, instead.”

“Go ahead,” Ravn encouraged you.

You hesitantly put your hand on top of his and looked him directly in the eyes.

“What that girl did to your friend Xion…I would never do to you.”

Ravn’s pupils sparked with emotion but his words were as cold as his skin.

“Never say never.”

“I wouldn’t!” you insisted passionately. “I made a promise!”

Ravn laughed.

“Okay, okay, relax,” his free hand touched your cheek softly. “I trust you.”

You beamed and leaned into his touch.

“So…you won’t get rid of me yet?” you inquired in a cute voice.

“Do you trust me?“

"No,” you chuckled, the lie leaving your lips easily.

“Clever girl,” Ravn caressed your cheek and you could swear you were seconds away from melting. He was kinder to you than any humans you’d interacted with in your short life. “You can even read books backwards! Truly a talent,” he said, mockingly reminding you of your awkward plan to appear nonchalant.

“Stahpp,” you pushed his shoulder with your own. “I was scared you’d be mad at me!”

“What, and you didn’t consider the fact that I could literally hear your loud breathing and the blood pumping through your veins?”

“I knew it! You guys have super hearing, as well. What else should I know?”

“Mmm, how about…I can hear your stomach grumbling right now. You never had the chance to eat that sandwich you were making, did you?”

You groaned in embarrassment.

“Ugh, right. Cause your friend interrupted my midnight snack.”

“Well, how about you finish your sandwich and then, take care of my midnight snack?” Ravn suggested smoothly.

“Sounds like a deal,” you giggled and grabbed his hand and hurried towards the kitchen.

You munched on your sandwich happily, while Ravn observed you. The knowledge that you were the food was a bit troubling but you were strangely certain that Ravn wouldn’t kill you. For him, having hunger for human blood was just as natural as you craving bread or cheese or tomatoes. And you were learning how to accept that. The way he had accepted you for yourself.

“I’m done,” you informed him, sounding a tad bit too excited to be devoured by him.

You leaned back against the kitchen counter and offered him your neck. Ravn walked towards you slowly, the anticipation forcing you to quiver needily. There was something intoxicating about the way his fangs pierced your skin, something that made you lose yourself in his touch.

Of course, you would never tell him that, it would give him far too much satisfaction and you liked that he believed this was a quid pro quo relationship. If he knew just how much you were enjoying yourself, you were afraid it would change your dynamic. And you weren’t ready for that.

The minute his teeth were finally on you, you had to bite your own lips to stop yourself from moaning his name. He was holding your lower back for support and you could already feel your legs starting to give out. But you didn’t want to stop him just yet, because there was something absurdly sensual about him biting you, your human blood being transferred into his immortal body. You knew you wouldn’t be able to hold on for too long but you treasured every second in his arms as if it was eternity. Once you felt your legs shaking, you dug your nails into the back of his neck to signal him you were about to pass out. Ravn immediately released you, causing you to stumble awkwardly. His hands were immediately wrapped around you again.

“You good?” he asked in concern.

You nodded weakly and placed your hand against his chest for support.

“Can you walk?”

Another nod on your behalf. Ravn stepped back, giving you space. You barely made one metre before you tripped, collapsing right into his arms.

“What am I to do with you?” he tsked at your feebleness and lifted you carefully.

He was so strong. If it were anyone else, this would probably frighten you, but because it was him, you felt uncharacteristically safe. As Ravn carried you upstairs, you could feel yourself drifting away. It wasn’t exactly passing out, you were just sleepy, so it was okay. You hadn’t broken his ground rules.

“Ravn?” you murmured seconds before falling asleep.

“Mhm?”

“Thank you.”

“What for? If it wasn’t for me and my bloodthirst, you wouldn’t be in this state,” Ravn said, amused by your sudden gratitude. But you were already in dreamland.

To be continued…

#oneus #ravn #ravn x reader #twilight #oneus fanfic #kim youngjo #angst #vampire au #ravn fanfic #vampires #kim youngjo x reader #writing

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wallofweird · 4 years

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20 FANDOM ASKS MEME

Sorry it took so long to answer, I reblogged it and accidentally fell asleep because I hadn’t slept the previous day and am a loser lol. Thank you for the question <3

1. If you could hit any character without repercussions, who would it be?

I actually have three:

Fitzgerald Grant III (even his name sucks, this sounds like a colonizer name yuk)

So I gave up watching Scandal because the characters just became too dark and I couldn’t defend or root for anyone anymore. Howver, in the beginning I loved and it became my favorite show. Still, I’ve always hated Fitz. He’s white cishet man trash, he is a terrible father, husband, president, he doesn’t respect women, he’s responsible for countless deaths, the list goes on...He is a terrible person in general and it looks like the writers gave him a happy ending with Olivia or something? Ugh, that man deserved prison or death. And there was NEVER a moment when I was able to empathize with him. Maybe when he son died, but that would be all... I hate the way he was performed, I don’t know if I have something against Tony Goldwyn that just doesn’t make me like his face or if he intentionally wanted to make Fitz that unpleasant for the audience, but I’ve always hated him. Sometimes there are characters that are problematic but you still warm up to them a little bit because of their charisma, but Fitz is not the case. And I watched Tony Goldwyn a second time on Lovecraft Country and hated him there too, but again, his character was terrible there as well, so who knows. Just thinking about this dude annoys me.

Rafael Solano

There was a time I actually empathized, liked and rooted for him (even though I’ve never shipped him with Jane), but he showed his true colors and proved to be the ultimate trash on season 5 and I completely despise him now. And he’s also a shitty father. Bye.

Lea Dilallo

God, I hate her. She is an ableist, self-absorbed and arrogant. The writers tried to make a personality transplant and basically gave her Claire’s personality on some episodes, but it never stuck and this moment above just proves who she really is. And unlike Fitz or Rafael who were terrible, but still served a purposed on their shows, she brings N O T H I N G. The show spends more time at the hospital and she initially was only Shaun’s neighbor/roommate. The show took a lot of time that should be spent in the hospital and with the doctors to prop her and they ultimately gave her a job at the hospital, her scenes that would’ve made more sense if they had been Shaun and Claire’s, gave her Claire’s personality and basically changed a lot of their show because for some reason they find her interesting. And I’ve also never liked her, I don’t like her voice, I don’t like her face, whenever she is sad or something I couldn’t care less... And this show has amazing performances and touching moments, like whenever Shaun has a meltdown I can feel it and it makes me emotional, but the way she is written and the way she is performed doesn’t keep up with the quality of other characters/actors on the show. Plus, she is useless and doesn’t any anything to the plot.

I have more characters that I hate, but haven’t said or done such terrible things, it is mostly because I find them incredibly useless and painfully annoying, but the ones above I have no defense for.

4. Are you likely to blush when a sex scene comes up or can you read/watch it with a straight face?

It really depends on the scene? If it isn’t too graphic or too long, I can watch it with a straight face, if is something more on HBO and Netflix level, that is a little longer, steamer and has some nudity, I can get a little uncomfortable. I have nothing against sex scenes, I actually like them, but I do have preferences regarded their execution. I don’t like when it feels graphic just for the sake of being graphic or when it feels like they’re exposing the actors for no reason. Or when it is something like 5 minutes of sex, because it just feels weird to be staring at the screen that long only to see two people doing nothing besides forplay, kissing and penetration? And here in Brazil a lot of the sex scenes are steamer, they can even include nudity, they add elements I find tacky like slow-motion and cheesy love songs and they are about five-minute long and I always roll my eyes 360º because it is just bizarre and disturbing to watch that for over 2 minutes, lol.

The one exception I have is this one time when I watched a sex scene that was more revealing, but it didn’t have nudity and the reason why I liked that one was because the man was an amputee and we barely get to see these characters, specially having sex. Let alone SHOWING the act of sex itself instead of just a post-hookup scene, so it felt pretty refreshing.

I also blush when the scene feels intimate in general, even if it doesn’t expose the actors as much. Like the scene after Kevin and Madison slept together on episode 5x01, this is kind of silly but I only watched by the corner of my eyes, it took me like two days to actually pay attention to it, because it felt like such a private and intimate moment.

Like, this is such a quiet, silent, intimate scene where Kevin is caressing, admiring her and savoring, revering and valuing this moment and it was just so convincing to me that at first I felt like I walking into their bedroom and invading their privacy. It really felt like I was doing something I shouldn’t and that moment was supposed to be theirs and only theirs and I should leave. Like, it is ridiculous that it took me two days to watch a fictional moment without feeling embarrassed and guilty about it, but I think it just proves that the scene was executed well and beautifully? And now I can see it and appreciate with a straight face and this is exactly the kind of scene I love the most, because I love raw moments, I love scenes without dialogue, eye contact or touch and that the actors have to bring the emotion solely with their eyes, gestures or voices, but not all of their bodies, you know? Most of my favorite scenes are silent scenes or phonecalls because the excellence of the eye contact or the amount of emotion we get when they’re only using their voices to evoke it just hits different.

#anon #anons #answered #answers #answer

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quilloftheclouds · 5 years

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Writeblr Positivity Week!

(Ignore my heckin’ weird handwriting.)

I knooowwww this is super late but Quill got real busy this week with working on schoolwork and Nano so I didn’t have time to finish this up until now but!! Have this!!!

As a part of Writeblr Positivity Week, a lovely event hosted by the wondrous @pens-swords-stuff, I have put together:

A Selection of Quill’s Favourite WIPs and Writeblrs

(Because there is absolutely No Way I could show all of them, and this is already super long so under the cut we go~)

@lady-redshield-writes: Not only a wonderfully supportive icon of the writeblr community, who always leaves marvelously inspiring and insightful comments on original content that gives me and undeniably many others so much more motivation to write, but Lady Red is also such a heckin’ inspirationally SKILLED WRITER. IT’S HECKIN’ AMAZING. Her characters! Her description! The amount of personality in her dialogue and just how engaging her worldbuilding and created atmospheres are, but the EMOTION. THE EMOTION. GOOOO read something of hers and you’ll instantly know what I mean---good luck getting through not completely overwhelmed with feeling!

And Miles to Go Before I Sleep: Humans are the size of insects, warriors ride dragonflies into battle, and an eldritch god-ant rules with absolute power.

Symphony Number Five: Evka Sekerak, composer and musician, directs the Teplirov Symphony, and is commissioned to write her fifth symphony by the military officials who keep her city captive.

@waterfallwritings: HECK MATE. JASON. DUDE. WHERE DO I START? YOU’VE BEEN TOSSING COMPLIMENTS MY WAY ALL DAY WHAT. But seriously though, this kid is best. Best Friendo of the Quill. Jason is hugely supportive throughout my writing and throughout my real life since I met him, and his own writing is basically the main inspiration behind why OSS even exists in the first place. We’ve had absolutely so much fun reading through each others’ works and joking around, and talking with him has helped me to discover and develop so many things about my own wip. Not only that but!! His writing is marvelous. His characters are all so fun in their own ways, and I’ve loved watching as they’ve developed to such three dimensional personalities in a story full of epic adventure and intrigue!

A Selkie’s Home: After a storm and a shipwreck, a selkie missing her skin, a triton disguised as a human, a morally questionable sea witch, and a hapless lover of the ocean end up on the same island. When the selkie is kidnapped, the remaining three have to form an unlikely alliance to get her back.

@bookenders: ENDERS IS A REAL DARN NEAT PERSON OKAY. She is the cool 🌵 friend!! She’s a wondrously creative and kind person, and so much fun to talk to! Her STS asks are always so interesting to answer and I just. And I! Just! Love! Her writing oh my stars it’s the best thing ever. Her characters are always so relatable and lovable, with such wonderful personalities and are always so detailed that they feel like real people. She’s also the creator of several of my favourite characters (see: Fred from H2H and Ryan from FF). Her description is astounding, and the way she experiments with different formats and styles is so, SO inspiring, and she always does it in such a skillful way, that reads so nicely!

Heart to Heart: After a series of half-drownings in the lake near the small town of Lindsay, a strange woman appears on the shore, refusing to speak. The local apothecary is sent in to try and help, and now... they’re roommates?

Fish Food: Now assigned to facing the villains of the lowest threat levels after suffering severe losses from his fight against the supervillain Nightmare, Iron Will has to team up with the worst villain he’s ever seen to fend off the threat of a conspiracy that could destroy their world as they know it.

@abalonetea: OKAY FIRST. Amazingly supportive. Amazingly friendly and creative and an absolute delight to talk to! Katie is marvelous. Her art and her moodboards are so cool and so wonderfully fitting to her characters and stories. And her writing? Oh. Ohhh. Her writing is to die for. Her unique skill of manipulating different text formatting to match the emotion and thoughts of her narrative is just. Stellar, and sets her writing apart from anything I’ve read before. It’s so full of emotion, the way she writes dynamics is INSPIRATIONAL, and her worldbuilding is so wonderfully detailed and engaging. I just. I just LOVE. OKAY. I don’t normally ship characters but Red and Bolte will always be my favourite. And Katie’s message of hope being able to stick it through the worst of it is such a wonderfully motivational theme!

Groundhog Day: Two versions of the same classic rpg video game, one the gritty reboot of the other, glitch together, switching the games of one of the characters with his counterpart—Red and Blue. Now they have to try and find their ways back amidst the formation of friendship and family and the threat of a new war.

As Time Passes On: Two classic pirates form a precarious alliance to set out to find the Eighth Sea, and a device that can turn back time.

@livvywrites: I’ve only more recently been getting into Livvy’s works but. Wooooooow. WOW. Her writing is fantabulous. Her graphics are gorgeous. I LOVE her characters, so so much. They’re all so distinct in personality and backstory and situation, and the way they’re all involved in the story is marvelously fascinating. SPEAKING OF THE STORY THO. Livvy’s worldbuilding is???? SO IN DEPTH. It is the most deep worldbuilding for a magic type world I think I’ve yet to see on writeblr? I am sooo very excited to see how she integrates it into the plot! But also Livvy is an absolutely magnificent person all around and so supportive and creative and sooo fun to talk to. Love ya, darling~

The Martyr Queen: Alinora Mynerva is visited by one of Death's Reapers, and told she was never meant to exist. She is asked to become his Champion, to stop Fate from destroying the world. Alinora isn't sure she's willing to fight a god... but she is willing to fight the man who took her homeland from her 10 years ago.

Pirate’s Bane: [Quill legitimately can’t summarize this one in so short a space because it’s so delightfully complex, but it’s a brilliant continuation of the previous book above! Go click the link to read the synopsis on the intro post~]

@mvcreates: I’M SORRY FOR ALL THESE TAGS DEAR MINA BUT YOU DESERVE THEM. Probably just the most interactive person in the writeblr community, Mina’s events and ask games and onwards all are so wonderful, and her engagement with reblogging and commenting on people’s original content is inspirational. AND I’M SAYING IT FOR THE THOUSANDTH TIME BUT THAT DOESN’T DECREASE IT’S MEANING: heckin’ poetic like prose with how much symbolism she fits in there and how lovely it sounds to read aloud, wonderfully clever dialogue and banter and characterization, and characters you love to root for. And her ART. OH MY STARS HER ART. *swoons at majestic colours and shading and textures*

Retrocognition: An investigative journalist with a paranormal gift joins forces with a cantankerous federal agent to expose a Reno-based politician’s (murderous) corruption.

The Vizier’s Apprentice: An alternate universe retelling of a classic Persian love story: One Thousand and One Nights.

@dogwrites: Venturing into the world of Crime of Mind has only been a very recent endeavour of mine, and I’m only two episodes in at the moment, but gosh golly yarn darn it this story is MARVELOUS. Dog’s ability to write memorable characters with such distinct and identifiable personalities is lovely, their dialogue is wonderful and the body language and description is so heckin’ engaging, and puts you right in the scene with them. And Dog’s also a marvelous artist holy wow. NOT TO MENTION just how awesome Dog is as a person?? Heckin’ ridiculously nice, leaves such insightful and appreciated comments that charge me on. AH. JUST A LOVELY LOVELY THAT I HAD SUCH AN HONOUR OF MEETING. YES.

Crime of Mind: Dr. Benji Russells, an autistic federal agent, is the youngest member of the Behavioral Analysis Unit, whose knack at viewing individuals and their behavioral chemtrails turned her into a viable asset---but delving into the minds of the country's most insidious leaves none unscathed in the end.

@ardawyn: OH. MASTER OF DESCRIPTION, HERE. All of Sophie’s writing feels like it could have been written in the world of the story itself despite being very clear and lovely to read, with a vaguely medieval vibe to it all that adds so much to the reading experience. The way she describes environments just puts you right into the scene with the characters, characters that are all written marvelously with beautifully lovable personalities and dialogue and dynamics. And her graphics? Oh, ohhhh. Sophie is probably my greatest inspiration for making graphics and aesthetics for writeblr. Every single one of hers are instantly eye-catching and fit the mood and theme sooo well. Plus, the comments she leaves on my content are just the sweetest thing, and always warm my heart when I read them. <3

The Dawnbringer: A niece of Issarien’s king, Tilda fights against the constricting expectations of her role, making it her mission to find her brother after his disappearance. Rajani is given rooms in the castle of the Prince of Hallrein after being caught stealing, offered a perilous deal she has no choice but to accept. But these two women are connected in an unknown way...

Night Crystals: Amaria was raised an assassin at the orphanage The Obsidian to serve the king of Calastari. But after discovering a secret, she must make the choice whether to stay and swallow lies, or seal her death sentence trying to leave.

@radley-writes: Although I haven’t interacted much yet with Radley, I’ve fallen completely in love with their writing and ideas. Their art is so lovely and professional and clean, and the body language and personality it portrays is marvelous. But their writing? Outrageously good, and brilliantly hilarious. I’ve mainly only been following His Majesty’s Starship so far, but the way that Radley is able to match the vocabulary and narrative to the time period of the story is so skillful and inspiring, and is absolutely wonderfully engaging by placing you right into the setting like it’s real. The integration of worldbuilding is done extraordinarily well and I am in love with all of the distinct personalities and dialogue of their wondrous cast of idiots.

His Majesty’s Starship: The Eurasian powers expand their empires to the furthest-flung reaches of the solar system – as well as their endless wars. As nations and companies vie for control of the Off-World Colonies , a trio of utter imbeciles come into possession of a secret that many would kill for. A secret that changes everything…

Anywayssss there are sooo, so many more wips that I consider favourites of mine, and so many more writeblrs that I think are the absolute bomb, but Quill’s energy isn’t limitless!

That said, maybe I’ll make up a simpler post of a bunch of recommendations later... hm..........

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tbr-agency · 4 years

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before darkness.

summary ⟶ Jackson finally gets to see Chaeun’s parents.

timeline ⟶ September 2019

characters : The Bloody Roses, Wang Jackson (Got7)

warning ⟶ slight angst.

❝ Do you mean it when you said you love me?❞

“You look lovely, Chaeun-ah.”

She turned towards Haejin as she was adjusting her black dress, earning a smile on her face.

“Thank you. I’m sad that you girls can’t come and see them,” Chaeun pouted and Haejin went towards the younger one, embracing her with a warm hug.

“Me too, but I think they are more excited to see your boyfriend,” teased Haejin, Chaeun pinching her exposed arms jokingly, earning a pout from her.

“What? Well, it’s true!”

“Stop teasing her. Or her parents will fight you,”

Both of the girls turned towards the voice to see Ahrin, leaning against the door with a smile. Chaeun’s attention turned towards what the leader was holding.

“The girls and I bought flowers for your parents,” said Ahrin sincerely and Chaeun’s face softened, a smile appeared on her face.

It is Chaeun’s parents' death anniversary and each year, Chaeun and the girls would visit her parent’s grave. The girls would usually buy their individual gifts, which is mostly flowers since then it became a routine.

This time, the other girls had packed schedules and Chaeun had to go alone.

She planned to go alone, but someone that Chaeun cherished wanted to tag along so she just allowed him to come along, remembering that he himself wanted to visit her parents.

“Where are you meeting Jackson?” Ahrin questioned as they were exiting Chaeun’s room, giving the bouquet of flowers to Chaeun.

“JYPe building. Is Eunhee still stuck in our company building?” questioned Chaeun as turned towards the leader and Haejin. Chaeun guessed that it was a ‘yes’ since Haejin sighed.

“Yes. We all know that she is close with the CEO and the executives out of the 7 of us, excluding me,” answered Ahrin and Chaeun nodded slowly, letting a small smile, shaking off her sad feelings aside.

She missed her roommate.

Chaeun has been sleeping alone for the past 2 weeks, but thanks to Jackson, it wasn’t so lonely since the boy would stay up all night to record songs at the same face-timing Chaeun.

It’s been a month and Jackson has been treating Chaeun like a princess, and he was so clingy and protective towards her ever since the day he confessed to her. It was a shock to Chaeun seeing Jackson’s different side since previously he was being goofy and just wild.

Chaeun gets to see different sides of Jackson whenever they are together and he isn’t just the wild and playful person he always is. He is also serious and deep, but it only lasts for 5 minutes and he is back being his goofy side.

But it doesn’t matter if Jackson is being goofy or being serious or just a mixture of it, because Chaeun loves the whole of his personality.

“I’ll be back later!” yelled Chaeun as she was about to go downstairs,

“You don’t have to be back. Text us if you’re staying over their dorm,” teased Haejin and Chaeun’s movement stopped, turning towards her with a playful glare.

Ahrin hits Haejin’s arm, earning a slight glare from her.

“Take care, Chaeun. Text us if there’s anything,” informed Ahrin softly and Chaeun nodded before heading downstairs.

“Baby! I miss you!”

“Jackson, we just saw each other yesterday.”

“What!? So you don’t miss me!?!” Jackson gasped dramatically as soon as he sat on the passenger seat, with a pout.

“I want a hug!” demand Jackson, turning towards Chaeun with a pout and she can’t help but roll her eyes at him. Leaning towards him, Jackson quickly wrapped his arms on her body, stealing a kiss on her lips as she pulled away.

Chaen didn’t even feel embarrassed because it was a routine for them. She remembered Jackson giving certain rules on their first date.

“So, here we are ending our first date, and I wish this was the third date because I want to kiss you when we meet - and when we have to go our separate ways-- wait, why... not we kiss when we meet and when we are about to leave starting from now?”

“But we’re in public, Jackson. What if your fans saw us together?”

“They aren’t truly a fan if they don’t support us, Chaeunnie.”

“Chaeunnie, can we stop by a flower shop. I want to buy presents for Mr. and Mrs. Ji,” said Jackson and Chaeun smiled softly, seeing his hands traveling towards hers as his fingers intertwined with Chaeun’s.

“You don’t have to, Seunnie.”

“But I want to, baby! It’s not nice meeting them empty-handed!” answered Jackson, again letting out a pout and Chaeun giggled, knowing she can't argue with him.

“Fine. To the flower shop, we go then,”

Jackson didn’t let go of Chaeun’s hand even when they entered the flower shop. He was always sticking with her, even when they were choosing what kind of flowers they wanted to buy.

There were 2 occasions that he would only let go of her hand when they were about to pay for the flowers - a bunch of flowers, and when Chaeun is driving.

It took about 15 minutes for them to arrive at the graveyard area.

Chaeun noticed that Jackson became quiet.

It wasn’t scary like how kids would think. Chaeun finds graveyards peaceful, and it was a nice view since the grave tombs were decorated with different designs according to the families who wanted it.

Chaeun glanced towards Jackson as his head was turning towards where the graves were, seeing him gripping onto the flower tighter.

“Baby, the flowers are suffocating if you grip it too tightly,” voiced out Chaeun and Jackson instantly turned towards her with a slight smile, as he looked towards his hand.

“I’m just nervous,” muttered Jackson and Chaeun unbuckled her seatbelt, her hand reaching out for Jackson’s hand, her hand on top of his.

“It doesn’t seem like you are nervous. It’s more than that, doesn’t it?” questioned Chaeun softly and Jackson’s eyes widened a little knowing she was right.

It was more than that.

As soon as Jackson saw the sight of the graves, his heart somehow felt heavy and there were thousands of thoughts going through his mind, like how is he going to handle it if his time comes when he lost his parents and, wondering how did Chaeun manage to go through everything?

Jackson remembered the conversation he had with her when they were together.

“Chaeunnie, how did you handle it?”

“Handle what?”

“Knowing that your parents.. I don’t know how to say it in a respectful way,”

“I guess I have to accept reality and move on? There’s nothing I could do other than praying for them every day. Instead of just letting myself be depressed, I always feel grateful to them, and don’t worry, Seunnie. There are other more rude ones out there and you are way far from being rude, baby,”

“I was wondering how you could handle everything, knowing you lose your loved ones and it suddenly hit me, what if my turn comes when my parents’ time is up?” croaked Jackson with eyes downcast, and Chaeun was honestly taken a-back with his question.

Now, this is the deep side of Jackson.

Silence could only be heard from Chaeun and she was trying to find an answer for him, but she couldn’t utter a word. Her brows were furrowed deeply as she unknowingly was gulping her throat, not because she was trying not to cry.

Her throat feels dry because of the sad atmosphere.

Realizing what he had asked, Jackson's eyes widened as his eyes turned towards Chaeun, seeing her looking serious and he immediately felt guilty.

“Baby, I’m sorry--

“It’s okay, Jackson. It was a deep question, and I was actually trying to find an answer but nothing came out,” answered Chaeun softly, her eyes locking with his.

Jackson could see her being sincere and truthful, knowing that was what she really felt.

It was Jackson’s turn to grab onto her hand, holding her hands as he gripped it.

“You know I’m always here for you, right? Not just me. My parents, the other Got7 members, and my team. We are here for you,” stated Jackson as he looked determined and Chaeun nodded.

Her eyes never left his, seeing his eyes filled with sincerity and empathy.

Jackson was the first person who offered her assistance ever since from the start. He made Chaeun open up her mindset that not all humans are selfish and cruel.

He was the first person that had a lot of empathy, passion, care, and love. That’s what Chaeun loves about him, he shows her the positive side of life.

Jackson is a genuine guy.

Leaning towards him, Chaeun placed a peck on his cheeks, making Jackson be flustered, knowing really well that Chaeun is not that open to affection.

“I know. C’mon, I think they are waiting to see you,” Chaeun smirked a little as she patted his hand before going out of the car, leaving the flustered Jackson behind.

“Sorry, Mum, Dad. We’re late because of our hectic schedules. But we are here!” exclaimed Chaeun as she crouched down, patting the ground and placing the flowers that they bought.

“Anyway, if you realized I’m not alone this time. Oh- and the girls were sad that they couldn’t come - again because of schedules. So, meet my guest, Jackson Wang.” voiced Chaeun with a huge smile as she stood up, turning towards him.

Jackson smiled as he bowed 90 degrees towards Chaeun’s parents' grave.

“Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Ji. It’s nice to meet you! My name is Jackson Wang from China, Hong Kong. I was raised in Hong Kong, but I came to Korea to become an idol! Before that, I was a fencer and won the championship, then I went to Korea to become an idol!” Jackson introduced himself and Chaeun looked at him in amazement.

“Did you write that down?” questioned Chaeun curiously and Jackson shook his head.

“No, I was actually thinking just now when you were talking to Mr. and Mrs. Ji,” Jackson admitted, earning a giggle from Chaeun and it made him feel embarrassed.

“Mum, Dad.. Jackson here.. He didn’t come here as my friend nor a client,” voiced out Chaeun as her eyes turned downcast, facing the names of her parents that were carved on the nameplate.

“He came here as my boyfriend. I’m sorry if I didn’t introduce him to the two of you sooner. Things have been happening a lot recently, mainly for me. You can blame me instead. Jackson has nothing to do with it,” Chaeun clarified and she felt Jackson’s hands-on hers, his fingers intertwining with her.

Chaeun looked up towards him, seeing Jackson letting out a small smile. She could see him trying his best not to shed tears.

“I hope you will accept him wholeheartedly. He is a genuine man and a loving one. I wish you could see him right now,” muttered Chaeun for the last part, as she looked away from him, turning her eyes away from him.

As Chaeun was crouching down, she could feel her phone buzzing longly, not bothering to check her phone since she was attending something more important.

“I miss the two of you, do you two know that? I hope you do. I would always pray for the two of you every night before I go to bed, both of you know I don’t lie.” Chaeun paused as she was tracing down the carved name of her mother.

“Growing up, I think I failed you. I shut people down whenever they want to get to know me, because I was afraid the people that I loved would be hunted down, just like the two of you. But I guess I was being so negative every time and I missed opportunities in my daily life.” continued Chaeun as her eyes turned towards her father’s carved name.

“Until Got7 came.”

Jackson has been listening to every word that Chaeun was saying, at the same time paying respect to her parents. He remembered talking to his own mother about this since he was nervous about meeting them too.

“Treat them as if they are really there, Jackson. Talk to them normally. You won’t get what I am saying but I’m sure you will figure it out after seeing and hearing how Chaeun talks.”

“I don’t know, I’m scared I would break down and just let Chaeun’s mood down.”

“I’m sure Chaeun understands, Jackson. She’s been through a lot and she knows how to handle it. From how you describe to me, she is a kind, mature and strong soul. You should be lucky to have her as your girlfriend.”

He finally gets what his mother was talking about previously, seeing how Chaeun talks to her parents.

His eyes suddenly perked up as soon as he heard his group name being said.

“A few months ago, we were being told that we were supposed to keep an eye for a group of boys, which I honestly don’t know of. I think the other girls know them, somehow. Not that I didn’t know who this Jackson guy was fully, but I heard his name before and I’ve seen him before, in social media of course.” continued Chaeun and Jackson smiled a little, knowing she was just teasing him.

“Fast forward, we began to talk and we became close, too close that feelings were involved and we fell in love, and we are dating - I told Jackson about the rules of dating someone who is working under the law enforcement, and I told him that from what other peoples’ words, it’s not easy. But our Jackson wanted to prove that he and I can make this work,” added Chaeun as she smiled a little.

“Jackson, dating me, being with me.. It’s going to be hard,”

“You’re saying it’s impossible?”

“I never said th- Jackson, hear me out. The girls and I were told not to date anyone as soon as our job starts,”

“Who said that!? Did they give you a dating ban?! I was told by the staff that your company has no dating ban!?”

“Jackson, wait, calm down! There’s no dating ban, it’s just we were given--

“Chaeun, please don’t do this to me. Please make this work. Please make ‘us’ work. I adore you too much, I love you.”

“And we decided to make it work, to prove to them that this - Jackson and I together - it is not impossible. I don’t think I’m the only one who is in this situation. Ahrin and Nara are also trying to make things work with Mark and Bambam.” continued Chaeun as she stood up.

“I hope you will accept him being with me. I love him,” mumbled Chaeun and Jackson’s eyes widen to hear her say the words.

He felt happy to hear her say those 3 words, he had been dying for her to say it to him. Jackson’s eyes moved towards her as she was somehow gazing toward her parents' grave.

“I guess it’s my cue to leave, my phone has been buzzing since just now. I guess I will be visiting Chinhae.” paused Chaeun as she gulped down a lump on her throat, trying her best not to shed tears.

“I’ll see you when - I want to see you. I love you, Ji Jiwoon, Ji Hyejoo.” voiced out Chaeun, as she then let out a shaky sigh while turning towards Jackson.

“O-Oh, It’s nice meeting you, Mr. and Mrs. Ji. Please don’t worry about Chaeun. I will take care of her and I will keep an eye on her well-being, well it’s always her taking care of me. You have a caring and mature daughter, Mr., and Mrs. Ji. I’m lucky that she is my girlfriend,” voiced out Jackson as his arms wrapped around Chaeun’s waist, pulling her towards him.

“We will come and visit you again, Mr. and Mrs. Ji,” said Jackson before bowing 90 degrees. Chaeun nodded towards Jackson, indicating that he could leave. His hands slide towards hers, slightly pulling her as they walk out of the lane of her parents' grave.

Next, Chaeun leads Jackson to another lane that looks different from what he had seen. It was obvious that the lane that they are at are graves belonging to the younger ones, seeing there were toys and colorful cars that were placed on different graves.

“Jackson, we will be meeting Chinhae, my little brother. Do you want to meet him? It’s okay if you don’t--

“No, baby. I want to meet him too. He is considered family to me too.” Jackson cuts her off, earning a smile from Chaeun as she pulls his hand, leading him the way.

Both of them stopped at a clean, yet decorated with flower petals on its grave.

“Hi, Chinhae. Your big sister is here. I’m sorry it’s been quite a while. Schedules have been tough, but here I am - and I brought someone here with me, this is Jackson Wang, my boyfriend. I think it’s okay if he doesn’t have to introduce himself? You’ll know him soon,” giggled Chaeun as she placed a flower bouquet on his grave.

“Chaeun, how mean! I should introduce myself!” Jackson whines and Chaeun playfully roll her eyes as she indicates to him to go on.

“Hello Chinhae! My name is Jackson Wang and I am your sister's boyfriend! I love to go to the gym but we both know your sister isn’t a fan of gyms so--

“Okay! That’s enough! Chinhae, please don’t enjoy this too much. He is exactly like you, both of you are beagles,”

“Beagles are cute,” Jackson smiled widely and Chaeun shakes her head a little. She was about to answer him when her phone was buzzing ever since just now.

“I’m sorry the session has to be cut off, Chinhae. Someone has been calling me and it’s getting a little annoying. I’ll come and see you soon, okay? I love you, Ji Chinhae, buddy.” Chaeun rubs his nameplate and Jackson once again bowed 90 degrees, as both of them exited the graveyard.

Jackson suddenly pulled Chaeun’s arm, making her body land onto his arms. Both of them were inches away, Jackson’s eyes landed onto hers.

“Do you mean it when you said you love me?” questioned Jackson, his eyes were locked with hers, his eyes searching onto hers.

“I’m not the type to say meaningless words,” answered Chaeun, her eyes were already lost into his gaze, and Jackson's lips slowly curved into a smile.

He suddenly removed his hands from her arms, wrapping his arms around her as they embraced each other.

He could feel his chin resting on her shoulder, guessing that his heart felt heavy after what he had witnessed.

“Jackson..”

“Don’t pull away, just stay still,” said Jackson at the back and Chaeun frowns, patting his back.

After about a minute, Jackson pulled away as he smiled widely, looking at her.

At the same time, Chaeun could feel a weight on her neck, realizing what Jackson was doing as her gaze went downwards. He was putting a necklace on her.

“Jackson!” Chaeun gasps as she sees what was engraved on the necklace.

J ♡ C

“It stands for ‘Jackson loves Chaeun’” paused Jackson as he showed his own necklace towards her.

“Mine is ‘Chaeun loves Jackson’,” added Jackson with a huge grin on his face, taking a step forward towards Chaeun, not leaving any space in between them.

His fingers went towards her hair, caressing it. His fingers then landed on her chin, gently slightly lifting up her chin. His eyes traveled onto hers.

He felt so much affection for her as soon as he stepped out of the graveyard. She was an angel, a guardian angel for him and he knew that Chaeun is the one for him for everything that they went through.

“Jackson..” Chaeun called out and Jackson leaned towards her, as they were inches away.

“I love you too,”

His lips crashed onto hers and Chaeun’s eyes widened, feeling his lips onto hers. It made her heart beat faster every time Jackson’s lips were attached to hers. It was as if he was her weakness.

Chaeun’s hands landed onto his cheeks, pushing herself towards him and because they were in public, Chaeun had to pull away but Jackson was fast enough to grab her cheeks.

“Baby--

Chaeun cuts Jackson off with her groan as she felt her phone buzzing again, earning a slight frown from Jackson.

“Princess, what’s wrong?” Jackson questioned with concern, pulling her close towards him. Chaeun took out her phone with a loud sigh, knowing it was disrupting her session.

“Sorry, baby. It’s just..”

Chaeun words trailed off as her brows began to furrow seeing missed calls from Ahrin, Haejin, and Eunhee.

But there was a message she received that was more concerning.

Eunhee

MMG tried to compromise with LA.PD.

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searchingwardrobes · 5 years

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Just a Kiss

Happy birthday, @kday426 ! Thank you for being a lovely person who so faithfully reblogs and comments on my stories. I wanted to give you something truly fluffy and happy for your birthday, and I also couldn’t help giving it a Southern flair because of the Lady Antebellum song it’s based on. This is one of those times I wish I was an artist so I could make a manip, painting, or drawing of this beautiful kiss I envisioned in my head. Unfortunately, this picset is the best I could do. Thanks to @kmomof4 for helping me choose the best suspenders pic 🙂

Summary: Emma turned then and fled from the tree and the fireflies and the moonlight. Fled from her best friend who could apparently kiss the living hell out of her.

Rating: T, but only for brief mentions of stereotypical college behavior

Trigger warnings: Tiana is in this for people who aren’t fond of season 7 ?

Words: About 4,000

Tagging: @snowbellewells @winterbaby89 @whimsicallyenchantedrose @teamhook @bethacaciakay @snidgetsafan @delirious-latenight-laughs @jennjenn615 @let-it-raines @optomisticgirl

Ao3

Just a kiss on your lips in the moonlight. Just a touch of the fire burning so bright. And I don’t want to mess this thing up. I don’t want to push too far. Just a shot in the dark that you just might be the one I’ve been waiting for my whole life.

Emma never knew that the country could be so loud. She was far away from the wedding band and the partying guests, yet the air held a cacophony of sounds. She’d always been a city girl, so she couldn’t really identify what they all were. Crickets, she knew for sure. The croaking of frogs maybe? That shrill, unceasing screech, however? That one she couldn’t place, but it was sure annoying as hell. At least far away from the fairy lights of the wedding tent the mosquitos had stopped plaguing her. An outdoor wedding in New Orleans? What was Tiana thinking?

Despite the bugs, and the strange sounds, and the shadows cast over the bayou by the full moon, she still preferred it here than back under the wedding tent. Out here Mary Margaret wasn’t trying to play matchmaker. Out here there was no DJ barking out ridiculous things like “lady’s choice” or “all the single ladies out on the floor” while he pumped out Beyoncé. Emma reached down and slid off her strappy heels, then sagged against the bark of the magnolia tree she had sought solace beneath.

“Hiding, Swan?”

She jumped as she spun around, pressing her hand to her heart. “Shit, Killian, you scared me to death!”

He just chuckled as he sauntered closer, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his dress pants. “Sorry, love. I saw you head this way and was worried you would get eaten by a crocodile down here.”

Emma rolled her eyes. “Louisiana has alligators, not crocodiles.”

He shrugged. “Fairly certain they would both eat you.”

“What a lovely thought.”

Killian leaned against the tree casually. They had always felt at ease around each other ever since they met her freshman year of college. His best friend David had dragged him over to be his wingman while he hit on her roommate Mary Margaret. The rest, as they say, is history. Mary Margaret and David married back in the fall, and Emma and Killian became best friends. They hung out with the same group all through college, leaning on each other through finals, drinking binges, and nasty breakups. Especially breakups. Neal Cassidy had done a number on her, and Killian’s literal affair with a much older Milah Gold hadn’t ended much better. Killian had offered her a strong shoulder to cry on, and Emma had in turn been there for him when he drowned his misery in rum.

They understood one another.

Emma lifted her long blonde locks off her sticky neck. “How is it this hot at the end of April?”

“You think you’re melting? I’m British. I’m wondering if this is what hell feels like. And you lucked out with the much cooler wardrobe.” Killian gestured at her spaghetti strap, knee length sundress.

“Hideous color, though,” Emma said, wrinkling her nose. “Blondes shouldn’t wear yellow, or at least I think that’s a fashion rule. I look like a lemon meringue pie.”

“Nonsense, Swan, it brings out the gold in your hair.”

She snorted, used by now to Killian’s over the top compliments. She added another eye roll for good measure.

“You know,” Killian teased, “most men would be offended by your constant eye rolling. I, on the other hand, take great pride in how often you grace me with them. And as for your aversion to wearing yellow, need I point out that I am wearing the same shade? Only in the form of this hideous bow tie?”

He grimaced as he tugged at the offensive accessory, which was indeed lemon yellow. Emma had to admit it wasn’t his best color, but he looked handsome nevertheless. She was used to his chest hair breathing, so the bow tie was out of character, but he wore the suspenders well. Extremely well, actually. She averted her eyes when she realized she was staring.

“So, um, are we going to have these things constantly now?”

“You mean weddings?” He started undoing the bow tie, and that was a good look, too.

“Yeah, and I think I’m going to fit into that category of always a bridesmaid.”

“I think the old wives’ tale requires you to be a bridesmaid three times before you’re doomed to singlehood, so I think you’re safe.” Now he was the one rolling his eyes. “As if you’re the husband-hunting type. I’ve watched you Emma; you run in the opposite direction as soon as the bride aims her bouquet.”

“And Mary Margaret was definitely aiming,” Emma pointed out, “but a month from now, I’ll be Elsa’s bridesmaid, so there you go. Doomed to singlehood as you put it.”

“I’m in that wedding too, second time as best man, third time in the wedding party, so am I also doomed?”

“I’m pretty sure it only applies to women.”

“How sexist.”

Now that his tie was hanging loose, he undid several of the top buttons of his dress shirt. He rolled up both sleeves, revealing his tattoos: one of a compass pointing north that he already had when they met, and the other of an anchor. The second one he had regretted along with his hangover the next morning, mumbling about looking like a bloody pirate cliché. Emma had informed him that it could have been worse – if she hadn’t been there to stop him, Milah’s name would have been encircling it. Again, it was all a very good look on him, standing there in the light of the moon, the top of his shirt open, his arms exposed, and those surprisingly sexy suspenders. Her best friend was hot, it wasn’t as if this were a new revelation, but she had to admit that her body was responding to it more often lately.

It suddenly seemed as if the stars above had lowered and settled beneath the boughs of the magnolia tree that ensconced them. Dozens of fireflies blinked around them, perhaps hundreds. Emma was rendered speechless for a moment as they all flitted and blinked around them.

“Amazing,” Killian whispered, as if speaking would shatter the magic around them, “I’ve never seen them before.”

His words pulled her gaze away from the entrancing spots of light and to his face instead. The city girl thing meant fireflies had been rare in her life, too, and growing up in foster care meant she’d never had that idyllic summer evening of chasing them with a jar in her hand. Yet she had seen them before. She studied Killian’s expression, the way his eyes lit up in the moonlight watching the fascinating insects. He reached out a hand, and one landed there, crawling around and blinking in his palm before flying away again.

It felt as if time had slowed, the branches of the tree cocooning them in some sort of enchantment. Under that spell of dazzling light, fragrant magnolia blossoms, and singing crickets, Emma reached out and grabbed hold of Killian’s suspenders. Yet instead of yanking him to her, she stepped closer to him instead. She searched his blue eyes intently, her knuckles turning white as she held fast to those damn suspenders. His eyes darkened and his expression softened as he gently brushed her cheek with the tips of his fingers, then slid his hand into her hair. He slowly lowered his face to hers, brushing their noses, and God! was he torturing her on purpose? Evidently so, because he first dragged his lips across her cheek, then her chin before claiming her lips.

Even then, he didn’t speed up. He moved his lips tenderly across hers, then tilted her head to deepen the kiss. He swiped his tongue across her lips, asking for more, and she gladly gave it. She finally let go of the suspenders, taking her time dragging her palms over his chest and shoulders, then wrapping her arms around his neck. Killian still had one of his hands in her hair, but his other arm encircled her, pulling him flush against her. Emma was embarrassed when a moan escaped her throat. God, could this man kiss. She had always wondered . . .

Emma gasped then, but not from desire. Her brain had finally reared up to ask what the hell she was doing. She pushed away from him, her face burning.

“Emma -”

“- don’t,” she silenced him, unable to look him in the eye, “don’t say a thing, okay? It was just a kiss. Just . . . don’t follow me. Wait five minutes.”

She turned then and fled from the tree and the fireflies and the moonlight. Fled from her best friend who could apparently kiss the living hell out of her. Her best friend who had just muttered, “as you wish,” maybe on purpose. He knew that was her favorite movie, so what would possess him to say that? Unless . . .

No, no, no, no. Killian was her best friend. They had an understanding, a great platonic relationship. What the hell had she been thinking kissing him like that? Or had he kissed her first? She groaned as she slipped into the back of the crowd in the wedding tent, pressing her sweaty palms to her flushed cheeks. It didn’t matter. She had been the one to grab him. Stupid sexy suspenders!

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Three weeks, two days, five hours, and twenty-seven minutes. That was how long it had been since Emma had seen her best friend. Three weeks, two days, five hours, and twenty-seven minutes since their kiss. It had been the longest length of time she had gone without seeing or talking to him since they had met. Even when they were dating Neal and Milah, they had at least talked every single day. It had been a sore point with her and Neal. He’d been extremely jealous of Killian.

The thing was, avoiding Killian also meant avoiding everyone else. Especially Mary Margaret because Killian and David were always hanging out, and Elsa because her fiancé was Liam Jones. Avoiding Elsa was an especially thorny issue since Emma was her maid of honor, but it wasn’t like her friend had a lack of attendants. Her own sister was her matron of honor, for God’s sake, surely she had everything covered. What the hell Emma would do when the wedding day actually arrived, she wasn’t sure. It would be a little hard for the maid of honor to avoid the best man.

During week one, her friends hadn’t suspected anything. Emma sometimes got prickly and withdrew. When week two rolled around, they started texting and calling in concern. It didn’t take much for Mary Margaret and Elsa to discover she had also withdrawn from Killian, and both also well knew how odd that was. So Emma wasn’t really surprised when she received the ultimatum from Elsa at the three week, two day, five hour, twenty-seven minute mark: Meet me for coffee, or I’ll turn into a Bridezilla.

Now, Elsa was much too kind to follow through on such a threat, so that wasn’t why Emma relented. It just made her realize how worried her friend was, and that was the last thing she wanted for Elsa a week before her wedding. So she dragged herself off the couch and away from Netflix to meet her friend.

What she wasn’t expecting was to find not just Elsa but also Mary Margaret, Anna, and Tiana sitting at a table in the corner of their favorite coffee shop. Elsa’s entire wedding party. Tiana especially shocked Emma, since she and Naveen were still in the blissful haze of being newlyweds. They’d only returned from their honeymoon five days ago.

Emma arched a brow suspiciously at them before sitting down. “Is this an intervention or something?”

Tiana arched her brow right back and slid a chair out with her foot. “In a way. Sit.”

People typically said nothing but “yes, ma’am” to Tiana, even if they weren’t from the South. Emma mumbled it herself with a scowl as she plopped down into the offered chair. The diamonds glistening on the fingers of all four women seemed to mock her.

“Emma,” Elsa began, “we’re all worried about you. Liam and David are worried about Killian.”

Emma’s eyes widened. “What?”

“It’s true,” Mary Margaret added, “is it true you’ve been avoiding him for over three weeks now?”

Emma lifted a hand to stop their words. “If this is about the wedding, you don’t have to worry. I’ll be there, and I’ll also be on my best behavior.”

“You think that’s all that this is about?” Anna exclaimed, sounding deeply offended. “I’m the sister of the bride, so we’ve got it all covered. We’re worried about you.”

“And Killian,” Elsa added.

Emma bit the inside of her cheek at the sight of Elsa’s furrowed brow. Was Liam really that worried about his brother? But it had just been one kiss . . .

“What happened at my wedding?” Tiana asked.

“What are you talking about?” Emma tried to sound nonchalant, but she couldn’t stop the traitorous blush that rose to her cheeks.

Tian a leaned across the table. “Rumor has it you and Killian both disappeared for a while. Then you both showed up later looking flushed.”

Emma rolled her eyes. “We didn’t leave together or come back together.” Truth. “And it was just a warm night.” Partial truth.

Her four friends exchanged glances that clearly said they weren’t buying it. Emma blinked. “Wait - did Killian . . . tell you anything?”

Mary Margaret looked smug. “I thought there was nothing to tell.”

“He’s been brooding ever since the wedding,” Elsa explained, “but he refuses to tell Liam why. All he will say is that you’re upset with him and that you won’t return his texts or calls.”

Emma let out a long sigh. She got a short reprieve when a waitress came over and took their orders, but when she walked away, her friends’ pointed stares and heavy silence let her know they weren’t going to let it go.

“I kissed him,” she finally hissed under her breath.

“Who?” Mary Margaret asked.

Emma rolled her eyes. “Killian! Who do you think?”

“Wait!” Anna said eagerly. “Did you kiss him, or did he kiss you?”

Emma rubbed her temple. “Both, sort of? I don’t know, it’s all sort of hazy.”

“Were you drunk?”

“God, Tiana, no!”

She shrugged. “Just making sure.”

Their orders came, and in between sips of hot chocolate, Emma poured it all out: the teasing and flirting under the tree, the moonlight, the fireflies, and Killian looking so unfairly attractive in suspenders. She told them about fisting her hands around those suspenders and the slow-motion way Killian had bent towards her. She ended the story with pink cheeks, and it wasn’t from the cocoa.

“Wow,” Anna said into the silence.

Emma groaned and covered her face with both hands. “I can’t believe I just word vomited all that.”

Mary Margaret reached out with a gentle hand to her elbow. “Emma, none of us are surprised.”

She looked up in confusion. “You’re not?”

Tiana shrugged. “Frankly, I’m surprised this is the first time.” She took a sip of her latte, wagging an eyebrow at Emma over the top of her mug. “I even thought you two were maybe . . . friends with benefits?”

Emma’s mouth dropped open, and her face went from pink to red as her friends all laughed.

“Oh no,” Elsa said, “our Emma here has been far too oblivious for that.”

“Oblivious?”

Mary Margaret rolled her eyes. “Come on, Emma, seriously? The yearning looks? The doey eyes?”

Emma crossed her arms over her chest. “I don’t yearn.”

“Maybe,” Tiana quipped as if she didn’t believe her for one second, “but he does.”

Elsa squirmed. “Killian has never come out and said as much to Liam, but . . . Liam knows anyway. He can tell that his brother is in love with you.”

“I-in love with me?”

“It isn’t just obvious to his brother, Emma,” Anna told her, “it’s been obvious to all of us. For a long time.”

Emma looked in shock around the table at each of her friends. They were all gently nodding in agreement. Mary Margaret took her hand in both of hers.

“And honey, you’re in love with him too.”

“Yeah,” Anna laughed as she took a sip of her cappuccino, “that’s been obvious too.”

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Maybe Emma should have contacted Killian after speaking with her friends, knowing that he was hurt by the wall she had thrown up between them, but she had far too much to process. Her friends said it was obvious, not just that Killian loved her, but that they loved each other. Could she really miss something like that completely? Misread her own feelings?

So the wedding rehearsal ended up being the first time she had seen Killian since their kiss. Elsa, unlike Tiana, was not fond of the heat, so her late May wedding was being held in the ballroom of an old manor by the sea. The French doors would be thrown wide to let in the ocean breezes, but they would all be safely inside for the entire ceremony and reception. The ice sculptures and ice cream sundae bar also necessitated the air conditioning being cranked up. Instead of melting in the Louisiana heat, they might all freeze to death at Elsa’s wedding.

The actual ceremony took place in the foyer of the manor, with the wedding party lined up on the wide staircase. The rehearsal was so hectic, with the wedding coordinator lining everyone up and making sure the music cues were correct, that Emma and Killian only exchanged quick pleasantries until his turn came to escort her back down the aisle.

“I’m not mad at you,” she whispered to him as they made their way down the snow white runner.

“Then why wouldn’t you return my messages?”

They were in the hallway now, crammed in with the rest of the bridesmaids and groomsmen. It felt like everyone had grown quiet when they entered.

“I just needed time to think about things,” she whispered in an even softer voice. She finally, for the first time that night, locked her gaze on his. His eyes looked sad.

“I wish I could apologize for kissing you,” he whispered back, “but I’m not sorry at all.”

Emma bit back a gasp. “You’re not?”

He shook his head slowly, his gaze never leaving hers. A tiny smile flirted with the corner of his mouth. “No. Are you?”

She bit her lower lip before letting a small grin fill her own face. “No. I’m not sorry either.”

His eyes lit up then, his smile broad and dimpling his cheeks. Emma lifted her hand quickly, resting it on his chest. HIs heart was thumping hard beneath her palm.

“But that doesn’t mean that I’m not . . . confused.” She frowned, wishing she could explain herself better.

“Okay,” Killian said with a sigh. He glanced around the room where everyone was pretending not to be eavesdroppping. He lowered his face close to her ear. “We’ll talk after the rehearsal dinner.”

When Emma slipped out before dinner with a lame excuse to Elsa about not feeling well, she knew she was a complete and utter coward.

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Avoiding Killian at the wedding was surprisingly easy. Prior to the ceremony, all the bridesmaids were on the opposite side of the manor in the bridal suite getting their hair and makeup done. Elsa wanted Liam’s first glimpse of her to be when she walked down the aisle, so the guys and girls also took pictures separately. Talking was impossible during the ceremony, and even when the entire wedding party took joint pictures, it was too chaotic for a private conversation.

Then they were all ushered into the ballroom amidst cheers from the guests. Liam and Elsa had their first dance, then the entire wedding party were seated at the head table. Emma had been expecting to be seated next to Killian, but the wedding coordinator had seated them in the traditional way with all of them sitting in a row facing the guests, men to the groom’s left, women to the bride’s right. As soon as Emma ate, she quickly slipped away under the guise of heading to the ladies’ room. She found a dark alcove, and seated herself there to wait out the rest of the celebrations. She knew she couldn’t avoid Killian forever, but today was just too much. He wasn’t wearing suspenders this time, but he still looked far too handsome in a suit and an ice blue bow tie that brought out the color of his eyes. Every time he glanced her way, her heart raced. The entire scenario was too similar to their first kiss. In short, she didn’t trust herself.

She sipped on a flute of champagne as the DJ cranked out one party tune after another. She had a perfect view of the cake, so she didn’t miss Liam dabbing Elsa’s nose with icing and kissing it off. When the crowd thinned, she even snuck over to get a slice. She heard hoots and cheers and some sort of stripper music, so she figured Liam was removing Elsa’s garter now. Such a ridiculous, sexist custom, if you asked her.

“And now!” the DJ cried. “The bride will toss her bouquet!”

Sure enough, he punctuated the announcement with Beyoncé's “All the Single Ladies.” Emma rolled her eyes.

“Okay,” the DJ called out again, lowering the volume of the music almost completely, “we need the maid of honor on the dance floor. The bride says she won’t throw her bouquet without her. Maid of honor? Emma Swan!”

Emma tried to shrink farther into her dark alcove, but the entire ballroom had started chanting her name. It was only a matter of time before Anna discovered her and practically dragged her to the front of the room. Emma’s face burned as everyone laughed and cheered. Elsa winked at her. Emma pointed a finger threateningly, but her friend just laughed.

Emma wasn’t fully aware of the set up until every other woman on the dance floor suddenly disappeared as the bouquet sailed through the air. Mary Margaret had aimed, but had failed to take into account Emma’s complete disinterest in catching. Elsa had upped the game. Emma either had to catch the damn thing or hurt the bride’s feelings. She just managed to grab it with the tips of her fingers, the petals skimming the floor. Everyone laughed uproariously as Emma lifted the bouquet half-heartedly. She did, however, accept her friend’s hug.

“That was low,” she whispered in Elsa’s ear.

“Desperate times call for desperate measures,” Elsa whispered back.

Now what did she mean by that?

“Okay, maid of honor,” the DJ announced, “tradition says the woman who catches the bouquet must dance with the man who caught the garter.”

Emma groaned. Of course it did. The DJ began to play Lady Antebellum’s “Just a Kiss.” The title of the song made dread fill her gut. Surely Liam and Elsa hadn’t . . .

Oh , but they had. She turned to see Killian standing there, Elsa’s garter dangling from his fingertips and an apologetic grin on his face.

“Sorry?” The word was cancelled out by the smirk and the cocky tilt of his head.

Emma scowled. “Isn’t that kind of gross? That was on your sister-in-law's thigh.”

Killian wrinkled his nose. “Seriously, Swan? You had to go there?”

She couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of her. This was the easy banter they had always shared. He crammed the garter in his coat pocket and reached to take her hand in his. He rested the other at her waist. As they swayed together, she was surprised to find that this was easy too.

“I’ve missed you,” he told her.

“I’ve missed you, too.”

They swayed silently, drawing closer and closer until his arms circled her waist and hers circled his neck. She fiddled with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Are you really . . . I mean, do you really . . . “ she let out a frustrated breath of air.

“Yes, and yes,” he told her with a sparkle in his eyes.

She rolled hers. “How can you answer when you don’t even know the question?”

“If I waited for you to spit it out, we’d be here all night.”

Emma smacked him in the chest as he laughed. When he drew her in his arms again, she rested her head against his shoulder.

“The question, I believe, is: Are you really in love with me? Or alternately: Do you really love me? Therefore, the answer to both is yes.” He spoke the words against her hair, and when he finished, he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“I don’t want to mess this up,” she told him honestly, pulling back to look him in the eye.

He cupped her face in his hands. “Oh Emma, that’s impossible. Being with you can only make my life infinitely better.”

This time when they kissed, it was met with cheers and shouts of “it’s about damn time!” Not that either of them noticed. For them, they may as well have been back underneath that moonlit magnolia tree, hidden away with enchanted fireflies.

#cs ff #cs modern au #friends to lovers #fandom birthday playlist #kday426 #for her birthday #just a kiss

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The Panty Bash (M)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Story Genre: smut, college!au

Warnings in this chapter: explicit language, choking, spanking, sex

Word count: 5.5K

a/n: this fic was inspired by the movie ‘American Pie Presents: The Naked Mile’. And I also wanna give a huge thank you to my friend @def-initely-soul for giving me the mask idea (I put in a cameo just for you bitch <3).

‘The Panty Bash’ is the biggest college party of the year where anything possible can happen. There’s just one simple rule: you can only wear your panties, nothing else.

Each year one sorority house and one fraternity house would be picked randomly and join forces to make the most memorable ‘Panty Bash’ ever. This year it was up to your sorority, Upsilon Sigma Ni, and Beta Tau Sigma’s fraternity to host and you could say you had never been so excited for something in your life.

‘The Panty Bash’ was the perfect opportunity for every college student to just let go of all inhibitions and stress from exams and have fun. Some people are against it, saying that it’s just an excuse for guys to look at girls tits, but you would argue that the more people try to hide female breasts the more stigma is created around them. If guys can show their tiddies why can’t girls? You just say let it all out.

You could even argue that ‘The Panty Bash’ really should just be ‘The Naked Bash’ and get it over with but you weren’t the one to mess with an old tradition like this one. Plus, it’s good to keep something hidden right? It makes it more interesting, you think.

It was on the precise topic of keeping something hidden that you had a shining light bulb moment while planning for the party.

“You want people to wear masks to bash?” Namjoon, one of the brothers of the Beta Tau Sigma fraternity and your very good friend asked.

“Yes joonie, think about it. It would be freaking epic! Like, imagine all the people that want to go to the bash but don’t because they are too shy.”

“I don’t think that a simple mask around their eyes would help with the shyness.” There he was, questioning every little thing there was. You knew he was just trying to analyze everything so that it’s the best option possible for the party, but god sometimes you just wished he’d shut up and take it as it was.

“I don’t remember you being such a buzzkill on the night we met.”

You knew you had poked a nerve and that’s exactly what you meant. You two had met on last years bash, and you had such a strong connection that he fucked you from behind in the middle of the dance floor in front of everybody. Of course everyone was too drunk or too involved in their make-out sessions to even fucking notice but still.

After that you got to know each other better and just naturally decided that you were better off as friends, him quickly becoming one of your best friends.

“Funny, I don’t remember you having such a big mouth when I fucked you from behind. Must have been my hand around your neck.”

“Shut up!” You threw him one of the pillows from the sofa you were sitting on, hitting him right in the face.

“Someone got shy now?” He joked as he threw the pillow back at you. “Try wearing a mask, maybe that will help.”

“You know, this is why I never fucked you again, you’re such a pain in the ass!” This time you got up and bluntly attacked him repeatedly with the pillow.

“What did he do this time Y/N?” You recognized the voice as Jungkook’s, one of Namjoon’s fraternity brothers who was also your friend.

“He opened his mouth, as usual.” Thinking you had attacked him enough you calmly went back to your place on the sofa and put the pillow back in its place.

“Damn bro, you should know better than talk bad to Y/N. Death by pillow doesn’t look good on anyone’s grave.” He sat right next to you, a big smile on his cute little handsome face.

“I know how to handle her.” Namjoon winked at you, making you want to throw the pillow back at him but then deciding that he’d gotten what he deserved already.

“Hey Kookie, what do you think about making people wear masks in this year’s bash?” You just knew that he would agree with you because he’s always very excited with new ideas, and you knew he just wouldn’t refuse this one.

“Oh my god, that’s such a good idea! I love it!” He started jumping up and down on the sofa, his cute little bunny teeth exposed by his big smile.

“See I told you joonie! It’s an amazing idea!”

“But I never said it was a bad idea Y/N. I just said that I don’t think a mask would help with the shyness.” He retorted.

“Wait, that’s what you guys were fighting about?” Kookie asked.

“Nevermind that now, what matters is that this is gonna be amazing. Who doesn’t love a little mystery?” You clapped your hands in excitement.

“With a face like that one can see why you’re so excited to put a mask over it. Maybe you’ll get laid for once.” Namjoon joked once again, making your temper rise once more.

“Kim Namjoon I swear to god I’m gonna chop off that poor excuse for a dick and feed it to your fraternity brothers.” You threw him a menacing look.

“Y/N please don’t do that, we already eat enough garbage food.” Jungkook joked, making you laugh so loud you started coughing.

“Jungkook, is that any way to talk about your brother?” Namjoon asked.

“I’m sorry bro, but I’ll always take the pretty lady’s side.” He winked at you, affecting you more than it should have.

Namjoon was right, you needed to get laid and desperately otherwise, you were afraid you were gonna start humping everything like a wild animal in heat. Even your vibrator you had named Brandon wasn’t enough to keep you satisfied anymore - you needed the real deal and fast.

“Traitor,” Namjoon mumbled.

“So…” you continued wanting to get back to the planning of the bash, “where should we host? I talked to my sorority sisters and they suggested our house.”

“Y/N, no offence but your sorority is kind of small. I think it’s best if we did it here in the fraternity.” Namjoon suggested.

Beta Tau Sigma was one of the biggest fraternities around. They got a lot of money due to this little band they put together which they obviously called ‘BTS’. All the girls on campus were starting to go crazy for them and could practically throw their wallets at them. Needless to say that everything they organized was always jam-packed, so you had no doubt the bash would be a major hit.

“Yeah, plus we have that jacuzzi upstairs, people would wanna come just for that. Who doesn’t want to do it in a jacuzzi?” Jungkook added, a devilish smile on his face.

“If you guys don’t mind, that’s fine by me.”

“Not at all. Now we just need to take care of the rest.” Namjoon said.

“Alright. I say you guys take care of alcohol and music, we’ll take care of special activities and decor.”

“What do you mean special activities?” Jungkook asked.

“Just some games to keep the crowd going.” You smirked, already envisioning everything in your mind.

“Games? We’re not twelve Y/N.” Namjoon said, ever so doubtful of all the ideas.

“Well, good thing these games aren’t appropriate for kids then.” You wiggled your eyebrows up and down as you smirked at your friends.

“Ohhh, what are you thinking of you naughty girl?” Kookie asked, your proposal had piqued his interest.

“I’ll tell you guys later. For now, I have to leave, I have a meeting with my sorority sisters about the party.” You got up from the sofa and kissed both boys on the cheek before you made your way to the front door. “Bye bitches.”

“Bye Y/N.” Was the last thing you heard before you closed the door.

The day of the bash came and everything looked better than you could ever have imagined. You and the girls decorated everything with fairy lights: walls, ceilings, doors, windows, bushes, everything. You even went as far as to write ‘Panty Bash’ in big letters on a wall using just the lights. Namjoon was against the idea at first, because of course he would be, but even he was awestruck once he saw the final result; the lights made everything look more mystical, which would go perfectly with the masked theme you had going on.

You had big bowls filled with condoms in every room with a big luminous arrow pointing at it so it was easy to find. You even had tiny sample sized lube bottles given out at the entry, not only just for sexual purposes but because some people liked to grease up their bodies so they could show them off. Truth is ‘The Panty Bash’ was a party which, due to the circumstances, involved a lot of sex, so you wanted to at least give everyone good conditions to have an amazing night.

You decided you wanted to look the best you’ve ever looked, not just because you were one of the hosts but because you desperately needed to get some and you’d be damned if you couldn’t get a dick inside you tonight.

You went all out in preparation for the event: you went to the gym nonstop for a week, got a wax, put on some fake tan and went out to buy a simple golden mask and some black lace panties with straps that crisscrossed around your hips and hugged your ass cheeks making them stand out.

There were 4 hours left for the bash to start when you started to get ready. You took a nice bubble bath filled with salts and essential oils and then took care of your hair and makeup. The makeup was simple since you were going to wear a mask, so you just did a winged liner and put on some fake lashes; as for your hair you decided that you just wanted to do some loose waves around your face, laziness getting the best of you at this point.

Looking at yourself in the mirror you noticed that something was missing, so you decided to look through your jewellery box and found exactly what your look was missing - a golden body chain. This was it. If you didn’t get laid tonight then you’d give up on boys and marry your vibrator, Brandon.

“Wooow! Ladies hold tight to your boyfriends! Are you planning to give half of the bash a heart attack girl?” Your sorority sister and roommate Maria said as she left the bathroom, she too all ready for the bash.

“Not really, I want the guy to be conscious and willing.” You said as you put on your long coat.

“Wait, wait, wait. What guy? Is there something you’re not telling me you hoe?” She said as she sprayed herself with her Chanel perfume.

“I don’t know, any guy. I’m kind of desperate right now.”

“You know if you’re that desperate you could always go for Namjoon. I can guarantee you he’d be more than willing to help you out.” She said teasingly as she knew very well that sex between you and Namjoon had been just a one-time thing.

“No way in hell. Not that he isn’t good dick, which believe me he so is, but I don’t want to ruin our friendship and I’m sure he feels the same.”

“Well, then maybe he’ll help me out,” she winked at you as she put her tongue out. “Well, are you ready to go? The best bash ever is waiting for us.”

“Let’s go ruin them.”

You two wanted to be one of the first people there, just to make sure that everything was good to go, so naturally, when you arrived at the fraternity the place was almost empty, only the Beta Tau Sigma brothers present.

After making your way inside the house you spotted Namjoon pouring himself a drink, already in his black Calvin Klein trunks and a black mask in his hand ready to be put on.

“Damn joonie, bringing out the old CK huh? Ready to make them bitches drool.” You teased, knowing damn well that you and your friend were two of those bitches.

“Wow, you’re early.”

“Ah well you know, we just wanted to make sure everything was good to go.” Your eyes scanned the room just to make sure that everything was alright.

“Everything was fine, right until I saw you two.” He said with a judging look on his face.

“What do you mean?” Asked Maria, a confused expression all over your faces.

“Well, you two are breaking the only rule of the bash, you are wearing huge ass coats.” He pointed at your offensive pieces of clothing as if he was ready to burn them.

“Ahh that. We just didn’t want to leave them in the hangers. I was wondering if you’ll let us put them in your room?”

“Oh sure, give them to me and go pour yourselves a drink.” And just like that judging Namjoon was gone giving way to happy and kind Namjoon.

You started to unbutton your red coat, but as soon as you started to slide it off your arms and exposing your body you heard Namjoon’s cup hit the floor.

“Shi-” he mumbled.

“What’s wrong joonie?” You smirked; this was exactly the type of reaction you were looking for tonight.

“N-nothing. You just look...wow. Both of you.” He was nervous. You could tell because he always started to scratch his head when he was like this.

“Thank you.” Both you and your roommate answered. “You better get your shit together though, you don’t want to receive your guests with a big wet spot on your CK’s.” You added.

“Shut up. Give me those.” He grabbed both your jackets in an attempt to change the subject. “I’ll go put these in my room, make yourselves at home. There are jello shots in the kitchen.”

“You better beat that meat off before you come back down otherwise you won’t be able to handle the night. Just don’t cum on my coat or you already know what’s on the menu for your frat bros.” You screamed before he could get out of view.

“Fuck you!” He yelled back.

“Sorry, once was enough. I’m not gonna let you touch me again.”

Namjoon sighed in defeat, his middle finger being the last thing you saw before he disappeared with your coats.

“I’m gonna hit the jello shots, wanna join me?” Maria asked nonchalantly, the bickering between you and Namjoon being nothing but a normal day for her.

“Sure, let’s get this party started!”

As the night progressed you feared that this year's bash was gonna be stained in your mind forever. One guy started dancing with you, grinding and shit, but as soon as you two started to make out this girl came out of nowhere and started causing a whole scene and calling him a bastard and a cheater (needless to say you got out of there as soon as possible); then, if that wasn’t enough, this other guy was flirting with you when out of nowhere he threw up right next to your right foot.

After all those tragic events you decided that you definitely weren’t drunk enough to be able to handle this, so you made your way to the kitchen to drown yourself in shots. There weren’t many people in there which was perfect because it allowed you to kind of take a mental break from all the events in peace. It wasn’t until you were in your fourth shot that your luck seemed about ready to change.

“Tell me how a pretty lady like you doesn’t have a guy glued to her at all times? ‘Cause I find that extremely hard to believe.” His voice reached you like sweet honey luring you to his trap, and what a fucking trap; those pink swollen lips alone make your knees week, nevermind those abs and that ribcage ‘nevermind’ tattoo.

“Pretty? You can’t even see my whole face with this mask.” You said as you downed another vodka shot, the burn on your throat matching the burn in your pussy.

“That’s true, but if the face is as beautiful as the package then I’m in fucking trouble.”

Heat. Heat was all you were feeling. Like he was a big ass torch, burning you up until you were nothing but just fucking goo at his feet.

“You’re in trouble? What does that make of me with such a handsome smooth talker like you in front of me?”

“Oh…” he bit his lip and made his way closer to you, his hand clearing the way to your ear by trapping your hair behind it, “you are definitely in trouble.”

“Let that be a warning that I’ll ignore.”

He smirked and you were sure he could be sin in the form of a human being. “Want to go dance?”

Goodbye Brandon.

“Sure.”

He grabbed you by your hand and led you to the middle of the big mass of sweaty bodies grinding against each other, really just waiting for an opportunity to fuck each other's brains out.

One thing you had to give props to the frat guys: the music was fucking awesome. It was like it had a pull on every single person at the bash - it certainly had a pull on you and your hot masked pair. In no time your bodies were glued together, his right behind yours providing you with all the delicious friction you were searching for.

His hands travelled all over your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. His sweet lips sucked on your neck making you wish he was sucking something else entirely. He was starting to get excited, you could feel him poking you at your ass; his hands becoming more and more daring, caressing your breasts and pinching your nipples.

“Fuck, I want you so bad.” The masked hunk said to you, his voice trembling with excitement.

You didn’t even answer him, you turned around and started kissing his juicy lips. His naughty hands started wondering once again only to find their place at your butt; the way he was touching you like you were his and nobody else’s made you moan into the kiss and slip your tongue inside his mouth.

“Do you want to go upstairs?” He asked after a few minutes of your wild makeout session.

“Yes please.”

He grabbed your hand to guide you to the staircase, but you weren’t even halfway through the crowd when you were intercepted by your friend Maria. “Y/N! There you are, I’ve been looking everywhere for you! The game is about to start, we need you.”

“Fuck.” You were so horny that you totally forgot you had to conduct the game you had prepared. “Hey, can you wait just 5 minutes? I have to conduct this game, it’ll be quick I promise.” You pleaded to your hookup, hoping he would stay and wait for you.

“Sure, I can wait a few more minutes.”

“Thanks.” You kissed him once more as a thank you but it didn’t take long for you to slip back into that sex trance you were in just moments before.

“Ahem, I’m really sorry you horny kids but I really do need her right now.” Maria insisted, and even though you understood her urgency you could almost smack her on the head for delaying your sweet deserved orgasms.

“Of course, I’m sorry. Let’s go.” You and the masked hottie followed Maria to the middle of the kitchen where the big kitchen table was all ready with everything necessary for the game.

The rules to participate were simple, you needed two people: a guy and another guy or girl (depending on your sexual preference); first, one guy would need to be laying on the table and the other player would have to get him hard, then the second player needed to drink a shot to gain a sort of coloured hoop that would then be placed on the first player’s dick. There are 5 hoops and they become smaller and smaller each time so that at the end you end up with a dick pyramid; the team that finishes first wins a key to the special room you prepared with the jacuzzi.

You were so proud of this idea when you first presented it to Namjoon, but now you wish you had never come up with it. You could be on your way to having great sex but instead, you had to conduct a game so some random ass couple could gain the opportunity to hook up in a fucking jacuzzi - lucky bastards.

“So who are the contestants?” You asked your friend Maria.

“It’s Jungkook and a chick named Patricia, Hoseok and Yoongi, and me and Namjoon.” You were shocked at the information your roomie just gave you. You knew they found each other cute, but it was all so casual that you never thought they’d actually hookup.

“Hold up. You and Namjoon you hoe?! Oh my god!” You hugged her, feeling genuinely happy for her.

“Yes! He came to save me from a drunk guy and we just started talking and dancing and you know...he was the one who suggested we play the game actually.”

“Joonie, that fucking show off.” You joked off, still in shock with the events of the night. That’s the bash for ya. “Okay let’s do this, I have a hot guy waiting for me.”

The game wasn’t over in 5 minutes like you had promised your masked hunk (turns out it’s hard for some people to get hard with so many people watching), but after a very tight race your friend Maria pulled through and finished the dick pyramid first. You announced the winners and handed them the key, quickly making your way to Mr. sex on two legs.

“I’m so sorry, I thought it would take less time than what it actually took.” You kissed him once more, already missing the feeling of his lips on yours.

“No, it’s okay. You had your own duties.” He smiled at you and you could almost feel your legs giving out. How could someone be so fucking perfect? And most importantly, where the fuck has he been hiding?

“Ah yes, the very important duty of giving other people the key to a room with a jacuzzi they can fuck in.”

“I do wish you could have stolen that key away so I can make you scream in that jacuzzi, but I guess the old fashioned bed is alright too.” You couldn’t take this anymore, either you’d have him in the next couple of minutes or you were going to fucking explode.

“Fuck. Just...wait here. I’ll see what I can do.” You weren’t thinking straight anymore, it was like he was hypnotizing you. He had put that idea in your head and now all you wanted to do was to fuck his brains out in that jacuzzi, so you made your way to your friend Maria and just hoped for the best.

“Maria, don’t hate me but can I please have that key? Mr. sex on legs is talking about making me scream on that jacuzzi and I just...fuck. I need that key, pretty please?” You batted your eyelashes at her wishing that she would give in.

“What? Are you crazy? Girl, I love you but there’s no way I’m giving you this key. That jacuzzi is mine, I won it fair and square!”

“Okay, I didn’t want to have to do this but remember your birthday party last year?”

“Fuck.” Realization appeared all over her face as she remembered the events of her last birthday.

“That’s right, you had me go take your drunk ass brother home when I was hitting it off with Jaehyun.”

“It wasn’t that bad.” She defended.

“It wasn’t that bad?! Maria, your brother went to piss in the bushes and actually turned around and pissed all over me.”

“Fine! You win! Here’s the key. Go have amazing sex.” She handed the key to you with a bumped out expression, crossing her arms like a little kid.

“Thank you, I love you.” You gave her a kiss on the cheek to make her feel better and quickly made your way back to your fling.

You and the guy practically ran to the room, making a quick stop by a condom bowl to grab some. As soon as you entered the room you wasted no time, you started making out once more, this time even harder than before. In no time the only piece of clothing on your bodies was sliding down both your legs freeing both your very needy genitals.

You went to remove your mask but he grabbed your arm to stop you. “No, keep it on. The mystery makes this even hotter.”

He was a kinky one, you could tell - you were in for a good time.

“Let’s make use of the price we stole then.” You said, wanting nothing more than just have him in there.

He grabbed your hand and led you to the jacuzzi almost like a pied piper. You were the first one to enter, the warm water feeling almost cold in comparison to your burning skin. When he entered the water and sat right next to you though, a nervous feeling spread all over your body.

“I must confess something,” he was trying to ease your sudden nerves by talking, and you were glad for that, “I’ve been observing you all night.”

“Really?” How could a guy like him been watching you all night and you didn’t even notice? Why did you have to be so freaking clueless all the time?

“Yes. Once I saw you I just couldn’t take my eyes off of you. I made my way to come and talk to you but you were always busy.” He mentioned in reference to the various failed attempts at getting laid you had tonight, but now that you looked back you’re so fucking glad they were all a bust.

“You could have come and talked to me. That would have saved me having to watch that guy puke at my feet.” You joked, your nerves dissipating a bit.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that.” His laugh was like a ray of sunshine, and it just made you wonder why the fuck was he so fucking perfect? Maybe he’s a serial killer, you though; there’s got to be something wrong with him.

“But hey, if I had come and talked to you sooner I wouldn’t have you all to myself in this jacuzzi,” he was dangerously close, his lips ready to attack, “and there’s so fucking much I want to do to you in here.”

Suddenly the mood was hot again, and the expectation in you was growing at a rapid pace. “Then do it.”

Your voice was like a command for him to shoot, and oh boy did he shoot you down; his lips were devouring you alive like he was a starved man, his hands were grabbing your thigh and pulling you to straddle him. The way your cunt was pressing down on his hard cock was making you feel so good that you could cum on the spot; it had been so long since you had experienced the real thing that you had almost forgotten how good this felt.

“Get on your knees here.” He looked to the spot right next to him where you were sitting previously showing you exactly where he wanted you to place yourself.

His tone was needy and demanding, and needless to say you quickly obeyed like a well-trained bitch. He got behind you and placed his hands on your hips, guiding your body so that the water jet would hit your clit just right. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

“That’s right baby, let me hear your sweet voice.”

He quickly reached to a table near the jacuzzi where you had left condoms and lube for the winners of the game and squirted some lube to his fingers. He then started sucking on your neck while the hand that was lubricated travelled south and started playing with your pussy lips before his finger penetrated your tiny hole.

“Oh shit baby, yeah just like that.” The pressure of the water combined with his skilful fingers were making you reach your limit faster than ever before, but you didn’t give a fuck.

“Cum all over my fingers baby.” He didn’t even have to say it, almost as soon as he finished his sentence you were already cumming, his free hand securing you tight to his body.

“Hmm daddy...yes.” You screamed, not even realizing the words you were letting spill out of your mouth.

“Daddy huh?” He waited for you to regain all forms of consciousness before he talked, he wanted to be damn sure you knew exactly what you had called him.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-” You couldn’t finish your sentence for his hand was quickly wrapped around your neck, restraining your speech.

“Don’t you dare say you didn’t mean it baby. I’m your daddy and all of your orgasms belong to me, understand? This pussy…” his fingers started toying with your clit, making you flinch due to overstimulation, “...belongs to me.”

It looked like you had just triggered his dark side, but you didn’t care. You’d take it all if he was willing to give it to you, you just really wanted him at this point. Could your lack of real sexual activity have turned you insane? How could it be that you wanted him so fucking much even though you didn’t even know his name? Was he that powerful or were you just that weak? You didn’t know and you didn’t care in all honesty, all you knew was that at this point if he wanted it, he’d get it. “Yes daddy.”

“Bend over.” He gave another command which you, once again, obeyed with no questions asked.

Anticipation was building as he put the condom on and squirted some more lube on his hand so he could spread it all over his dick. He fully grabbed your ass so he could position himself and slowly entered you until he was completely buried inside you. “Fuck baby, you’re so fucking tight.”

You couldn’t even say anything, all you could do was moan in response. His dick filled you so good that you could cum just like that, no single movement required. But once he started moving your whole body was shook, your eyes seeing stars.

“What a fucking view you’re giving me, look at that fucking ass.” Spank. “So fucking juicy.” Spank. “Makes me want to see what it looks like all rosy and nice just for me.” Spank. Spank. Spank.

“Oh yes daddy.” Nobody had spanked you before in your life, but he’d just made you realize that it was something that turned you on, a lot. He was making you uncover all these hidden fantasies you didn’t even know you had and for that alone, he was already the best sex you ever had in your life.

He was pounding into you right now, water splashing everywhere. “Are you going to cum baby?” Spank. “Are you gonna squeeze that cunt real tight for daddy?” Spank.

“Oh fuck yes.” You were almost there, you could feel it building inside you, that sweet release.

“Then cum.”

You came for the second time tonight, your pussy clutching really tight around his dick like a snake constricting its prey, only you were his prey. You had been his prey since the very beginning of the night: he watched you from afar like a good predator would, and then seduced you with sweet talk and dangerous moves until he finally pulled out his claws and completely destroyed you. And now he was pulling off the condom and cumming all over your red ass cheeks, marking you as his.

“Fuck, that was amazing.” You said as you sat back down in the jacuzzi, his seed being washed away.

“I agree.” His sweet and radiating smile was back on his face making you almost melt away. “Hey, can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“This is a little embarrassing but, I don’t even know your name.” Suddenly he was nervous, the confident guy from before long gone.

Your shyness returned in full force. It was indeed a little embarrassing that you didn’t even know each other's names, but could you blame yourselves? You were so fucking attracted to each other that you didn’t even want to lose time with something as trivial as that.

“I’m Y/N.” Your eyes locked with his, something new and exciting coming through to both of you. “And you?”

“I’m Jimin.”

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omgilostmyshoe · 5 years

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Sabriel Week 2019. Day Six: Neighbours/Roommates

Waiting for Superman

(title from the song by Daughtry)

Rating: T

Pairing: Sabriel

Wordcount: 2028

Tags and Warnings: Human AU, K9 Unit Officer Sam Winchester, Author Gabriel, Aromantic Gabriel, Tooth-rotting fluff.

@sabrielevents

What to do when you find a stranger in your hallway, trying to get to the neighbor that is no longer there? You can try giving some advice on the cheap hotels nearby or just ignore him. Sam, however, is the officer of the law and cannot just let the man vanish into the night. Especially, such a cute man. So, he might as well offer him to stay until morning... Or until death does them apart.

"Police, freeze! Hands where I can see them!"

Sam reacts instinctively when he finds a stranger, trying to get into his neighbor's closed door.

The man in question freezes, following the commands, even though all Sam has is the dog on a leash. Which is actually quite a lot, considering that said dog is a trained police animal.

"Turn around and identify yourself!"

Again, the man complies instantly, his face changing from slightly concerned to surprised, when he sees the one who was giving out the orders. Sam knows that out of the uniform, without his badge or a gun, all of which are in the apartment, he can't really prove that he's a cop.

But he stands his ground, just as the dog at his side also stared down a possible foe.

"I'm Gabriel Novak. Just flew in, planned to crash in with my girlfriend, Ro. She lives there." The man still doesn't lower his arms, just points with one finger at the door he was fiddling with. "But it seems nobody is home..."

"She moved out. About a week ago. Said she's moving to Europe or something. And please, lower your arms... You can relax."

The more Sam talks, the more Gabriel face falls. He's handsome, but visibly tired, the dust of the road and lightning of the hall accentuating the lines of his face.

While wondering, what to do, Sam automatically pats the dog at his side, who relaxed as his owner does.

His neighbor was rather adventurous, her apartment always filled with new people, men and women alike. She loved to talk, but never would confess her own name. Her favorite subject of gossip though, when she managed to catch Sam, were her numerous lovers.

Mostly it was in some odd hours of the night, when after the double shift or an emergency, Sam was returning after a dog walk. The woman would glide out of her apartment--her gait couldn't be described any other way--and just start talking.

So this is how he knows, sort of, who the man before him is.

He was one of her more or less steady flames, Gabe, as she called him. Author of some books or something, always on the move, always traveling. Which is why their meetings were very few and far in between, but so hot she could not help herself but to "keep him," as she put it. Except now he wanted something more permanent, settling in New York for at least a year, and in the last conversation, Ro was lamenting how, "Gabe was getting clingy".

Apparently, her way of saying goodbye to clingy lovers was to move to the other side of the world without warning. Or anything.

"So... What's his name?"

Gabriel is the first to break the awkward silence, watching the dog at Sam's feet with a weak smile.

"Dogmeat." Sam grits out, readying himself for a joke, that he heard plenty, but Gabriel surprises him. He only lightly laughs and nods, winking at the animal.

"Good choice, and very good look alike. Though I certainly would like your version better if I could pet him."

It seems surprises would never cease today, as Dogmeat does the maximum his ironclad training allows. He quietly whines and tugs at the leash lightly, indicating that he would very much like to be petted by Gabriel. With a cautious stare, Sam hesitates, looking from the German shepherd to Gabriel again.

"So, no problems with dogs?"

"Is loving them too much counts as a problem?"

Sam chuckles and releases the dog, giving a freeing command. Dogmeat runs like a torpedo, paws scrambling on the slippery tile floor.

His furry body collides with Gabriel legs and the dog whines and wags his tail happily as the man immediately starts petting him.

Soon, Dogmeat is on the floor, all four legs up, his belly exposed for the expert rubs that Gabriel bestows, and Sam is left just to stare in amazement.

Even though his dog's reactions are the perfect judge of character already he, after getting permission, still snaps a pic of Gabriel, focusing on his face. The man probably thinks it's for a cute moment with the dog--which it is, partially--but Sam also sends the pic to Jody, asking to run an urgent background check and attaches a name.

In the meantime, Dogmeat having gotten plenty of belly rubs now stands and starts licking all over Gabriel's face, neck and even his hair.

Sam just got to save the poor man, a quiet call of dog's name enough to stop the shower of slobbery affections, and Gabriel nods gratefully.

He wisely doesn't speak before getting a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiping his face of the worst of the damage.

"He likes you," Sam announces, perhaps a bit unnecessary, after the clear approval his dog shown this man.

"Well, at least somebody does, that's good."

He jokes, and smiles again, but Sam can see the exhaustion that weighs on him, and it's probably not all physical. Going to somebody you care about, expecting to find at least a place to rest and a friendly face, and finding only the closed door... That must be harsh.

"You don't seem so bad to me either," Sam gives up, smirking, and finally this gets his a more genuine and energetic response. He likes as Gabriel's face morphs and he smirks in return, winking again, now to Sam, which is just as effective as it was on his dog. He can’t say he’s ready to drop on all fours before the man just yet, but it’s a pretty close call.

"Which is why I'm gonna do you a favor."

"Oh?"

As Sam finally goes to unlock his door, Dogmeat glued to his side in the familiar formation, Gabriel tenses. Sam notices but does not comment, just gestures to the couple of suitcases, that are tucked in the corner of the hall.

"You need a place to stay the night, at least. As an officer of the law, I can't in good conscience simply leave you out in the cold at,” He checks his watch, “4 am." He then opens the door and ushers the dog inside, who promptly lays down at her appointed spot, waiting for the wash and feeding.

"So, you actually are a cop? Can I see the badge?"

A curious tilt of the head cannot hide a guarded stare Gabriel levels him with.

"Sure," that request is easy and actually sensible, making Sam like the man more and more, and with just a half a minute rummaging in the apartment, he shows off his credentials to Gabriel. Who hasn't moved much, though Sam noticed he and his suitcases had shifted a little closer to the exit, ready to bolt if needed with minimum casualties.

Sam smiles approvingly, wishing every citizen would be as vigilant and careful with their life and health. Perhaps then he wouldn't need to work as much.

On the other hand, that way, he might have not caught this late shift.

He might not have met Gabriel.

Who finally surrenders and rolls the suitcases in, while accessing Sam's home with a curious glance.

Dogmeat wags his tail happily from his spot, watching two people interact, talk, and touch.

It's just a random connection, as Sam helps Gabriel to shrug off the tangled coat.

But as Gabriel lifts his amber eyes, hand not moving from Sam's bare forearms, sending a wave of goosebumps from the contact, he speaks, low and serious.

"Thank you, Superman."

"You're welcome... What?"

And then Gabriel breaks out in a fit of giggles, breaking the moment and the contact, pointing at Sam's shirt, that does bear the symbol of the aforementioned superhero.

"You still haven't told me your name."

Sam blushes, running a hand through his hair and huffing and embarrassed laugh himself.

"Sorry. Sam Winchester. It's nice to meet you."

They shake hands, and there it is again.

Eye contact, catching, getting a lot longer than necessary, and Sam feels as his palm is enveloped in both of Gabriel's hands now, warm and dry.

"It truly is."

Sam turns in the bed, trying to escape the sun shining through the crack in the curtains.

As soon as he settles back into the warm cocoon of blankets and pillows and blessed darkness however, there is a broad wet tongue on his face, licking him thoroughly.

"Gabe, leave me alone. Day offff..." Sam mumbled, half asleep, hiding his face below his arms, shoving the loving attention away. Because really, he was promised a good rest tonight with as much sleep as he could handle.

"Wow, now I feel really offended, you can't even tell the difference between us."

Mocking remark sounds from the foot of the bed, definitely not from anywhere near his head, and Sam jumps up, eyes bleary, and trying to kick his brain into working mode.

He relaxes, finding Gabriel, not on the bed, only standing near, a tray laden with dishes in his hands.

The check of the bed reveals a bouncy Dogmeat, who's blinking happily at Sam.

"Off the bed! Now!"

The dog scatters off, properly shamed. For the moment, at least, until Gabe finds another way to sneak some treats to him or something.

Gabriel stalks closer, settling a tray across Sam's knees above the blanket. It is barely able to fit all the mugs, plates and saucers stacked onto it, all filled with delicious foods, and two main dishes even covered with fancy metallic domes.

"What's the occasion, Gabe? This seems like a lot."

He knows the answer, but he just likes to hear it. So he asks.

"Well, today

the day. It has been whole three years since we became roommates." Gabriel announces dramatically, even finishing off with a flashy shake of his hair, that got a lot longer, brown curls reaching his shoulders now.

"Seriously? Roommates? That's what you're going with?"

It is hard to keep a straight face while Gabriel does his thing, pouting and staring imploringly.

"Roommates with benefits?" Under Sam's raising his brows, unimpressed, and him fighting a smile, that probably got his face in a strange twitching grimace, Gabe gives up.

"Okay, okay. Three years anniversary, my lovely boyfriend Superman. I'm happy you're still with me, and, as astounding that is, still love me."

Sam ignores the pet name, that of course stuck--Dean laughed his ass off at that one--and pulls his boyfriend into a grateful kiss.

After a tender and long moment they separate, barely, Gabe smiling softly. Sam though, he looks into the amber eyes deeply, not searching or waiting for anything. He is long made his peace with how they are.

"Always. Happy anniversary."

The next kiss is longer, lingering, Sam clutching onto Gabe's thin shirt to tug him closer. They stop only when the tray clangs alarmingly, and both giggle before moving everything around.

Gabe slides under the blanket, cuddling to Sam's side and--dramatic as ever--reveals the first dish, lifting the dome covering.

The plate is practically drowning in maple syrup that drips from the impressive stack of fresh pancakes.

"That's... very sweet," Mumbles Sam, eyeing the stack.

"Indeed it is, which is exactly why I cooked it for myself. Yours is this one, my favorite health nut."

And with a loud smooch to the cheek, Gabe lifts the dome from the second plate, this one with totally different contents. A bowl with oatmeal--egg, steamed vegetables, and a little cheese on top--front and center, its aroma and sight mouthwatering. It is surrounded by different kinds of toasts: avocado, more vegetables, fresh this time, mixed in with Sam's favorite Italian cheeses.

"Thank you, Gabe... This is perfect."

It really is, the tray filled with both of their favorite items, lovingly prepared and carefully arranged. Gabe waves off the gratitude, but his smile says it all.

Before digging into the feast, Sam steals another thorough kiss from his boyfriend, deep and passionate.

They even actually manage to eat before falling into bed to satisfy a different hunger and between more kisses, Sam whispers, again and again,

"You are perfect. I love you."

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kinktae · 6 years

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Tempting || 8

Y/N is an angel and a good one at that. She steers clear of the seven deadly sins, especially lust. She is out performing her duties when she runs into a demon. Luckily for her, that demon, Taehyung, doesn’t seem to buy into that whole “Angels and Demons are sworn enemies” idea. But unluckily for her, Taehyung just so happens to be the very embodiment of sin. Especially lust.

Or, “For someone who is meant to be so pure, you sure are dirty, angel.”

pairing: demon!taehyung x angel!reader

genre: fantasy, smut, angst

warnings: alcohol use, mentions of suicide/death, lots of dirty talk and smut lol

A/N: this is less biblical and more supernatural?? Like less focus on religion itself and more focus on angels and demons as immortal creatures even though I might reference some “biblical” terms lol sorry this is too unholy anyways it’s fine. oh and this is a dream I had!

CHAPTERS: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 (final)

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CHAPTER EIGHT (**JUST REALLY FILTHY SMUT IM SORRY, also hasn’t been edited yet!!!)

"Y/N?" Jimin's voice spoke, causing my head to snap up.

After coming to terms with the fact that the page on Vampires was gone, I had somehow gotten sucked into continuing to read about other kinds of demons. I didn't even hear Jimin arrive through the front door.

"Oh, hi." I breathed, slightly on edge, thinking that Jimin might have been Yoongi, coming back to threaten me once more.

Jimin stood just outside the study, a hand placed lightly against the door frame.

For a moment, neither of us said anything and I felt myself sink into shame as I remembered the last time Jimin and I had interacted.

"Um, about this morning..." I trailed off, unsure of how to begin. Jimin gave me a small smile.

"It’s alright, button. I know you’re just overwhelmed from all this studying you’re doing. Being a Power is a big responsibility, I’m sure I would’ve taken the suppressor to go out to Limbo, too."

If there was anyone I hated lying to, it was Jimin. Sure, I felt bad lying to the others; Namjoon was like an older brother to me, and Hobi was the person who made me laugh the hardest. But Namjoon often scolded me and Hobi liked to banter with me. Jimin, however, didn’t tease or lecture me. He was nothing but supportive and comforting and the thought of lying to him made me feel like absolute dirt.

“Thanks, Jimin.” I sighed, accepting his consolation despite how undeserving of it I was.

Jimin ran a hand through his silver hair, “Of course.”

“How are your flowers looking?” I brought up casually, in an attempt to dilute the still awkward atmosphere. Jimin broke out into a huge smile.

“Peachy keen!” He enthused cheerily. I raised an eyebrow and giggled at his words.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say ‘peachy keen’.” I mused. Jimin’s cheeks turned pink and he shook his head with a laugh.

“Sorry. The girl at the park says funny phrases like that all the time. I hear it so often that I’m starting to pick up her speaking habits, I guess.” He explained. I recalled the girl he was talking about briefly from this morning’s conversation, right before things had taken a turn.

“You're so cute, Jiminie.” I teased, enjoying the way he turned even redder and how he pouted at me. Hobi had once referred to Jimin and I as a pair of cherries, insisting that we were always bright red from blushing.

"Hey, look, I'm sure the others understand like I do but, uh, you might want to apologize to Hobi and Joonie when they get home in a little bit.”

Hobi and Namjoon we're going arrive soon? How long had I been reading for?

“What time is it?” I questioned. Jimin and I both looked over to view the clock that hung up on the wall.

Oh crap, it was past 8 PM. Taehyung always came over at 8.

"Are you done studying? Since you're out of your room, do you want to hang out with us? We haven't all had a night to hang out in a while–"

"Oh! Uh, no! Sorry! I, uh, am still studying. I was just... taking a break. I'm sorry." I quickly rambled, closing the book that lay in front of me and hastily shoving it back into its appropriate spot in the shelf.

I slipped past Jimin quickly, "Good night!"

I hurried up the stairs and ran towards the closed door of my room. Opening the door, I slipped in silently shutting the door behind me.

In my room stood Taehyung, who was rummaging through one of the drawers on my dresser.

"Jimin is the flower angel, right?" Taehyung hummed, clearly preoccupied by the contents of my dresser. I nodded, slightly surprised that he remembered the specifics of my roommates. I had told him once a while back, but I didn't think he actually cared much.

Staring at Taehyung's frame, I took in what he was doing. I frowned. Was that... my underwear drawer?

Taehyung pulling out my favorite pair of cotton panties and waving them at me with a smirk answered my suspicions.

I squealed in surprise and shoved him away from my dresser. I made several grabs for my underwear, all of which proved to be futile as Taehyung raised them up and out of my reach.

"Taehyung!" I exclaimed in utter horror, trying my best to keep my voice down in case Jimin decided to come upstairs. This was so humiliating.

"I remember these." He laughed, causing me to freeze in place.

Images of Taehyung peeling that exact pair of underwear he had peeled off of me before placing his tongue against me flashed through my mind, causing my face to heat up.

"You pervert! Why are you going through my underwear drawer?" I chided, trying to fight off my blush.

Taehyung looked at me as if the answer was obvious, "I wanted to see what kind of skimpy lingerie you owned."

I scoffed in disbelief, reaching once more to try and retrieve the stole garment.

"Yes, well," I huffed, "I don't own any of those kind of things so please just return that to me."

Taehyung let out a laugh at my attempts to reach the highly held underwear. He took a step towards my dresser before placing the underwear back into its designated drawer.

"Shame. I really love lace. Not that your cotton panties aren't nice. I especially like the little pink bow on the front."

I placed my face into my hands, in disbelief but also in ungodly embarrassment. I heard Taehyung chuckle before prying my hands away from my face.

I glared at him as he intertwined our fingers.

"You're so fucking cute." Taehyung said, placing a soft kiss against a pink cheek of mine.

"Shut up." I muttered, trying to sound annoyed despite how content I was from his soft display of affection.

"You were late and I got bored so I went through your drawers. What were you and Jimin talking about?" Taehyung muttered casually, his lips peppering kisses along my jaw.

God, I had missed Taehyung doing these kind of things. Taehyung and I spent most of our nights outside and in the city, small moments of intimacy like these didn't occur often.

"Nothing important." I assured him, too concerned with the fact that his mouth was now pressed against the exposed skin of my neck to go into the details of Jimin and I's conversation.

"Are you sure?" He breathed, licking a hot stripe against my neck. I whined at the gesture, closing my eyes. I gripped his hands firmly.

"Yes."

Suddenly, Taehyung pulled away from me, leaving me confused and frowning. Taehyung simply smiled at me.

"Okay, let's go, then."

"Go where?" I whined, wanting Taehyung to go back to what he was doing just moments ago.

"There's an amusement park in town! Today is the first day and it's a Wednesday so it shouldn't be too crowded." He explain excitedly.

I remembered that Jane had made plans in advanced with a friend to go to this fair, back when I was her guardian. It was hard to believe how much time had passed since that day.

It was hard to believe just how much my life had changed.

Taehyung made his way to my window, which was now usually left open, because of him. Slipping his legs through the opening, he sat on my window sill. He looked at me expectantly.

"Shall we go, angel?" He asked, flashing me a boyish smile.

My life had definitely changed, but with Taehyung around, I couldn't help but feel as if it had changed for the better.

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The walk to the amusement park was a pleasant one. Taehyung talked the entire way, clearly far more excited about our outing than I was. I was excited as well, I had never been to an amusement park, but my thoughts couldn't help but be preoccupied.

I wasn't sure whether or not to tell Taehyung about Yoongi's visit to my house. Taehyung had a right to know about what his friend was doing behind his back, but I couldn't help but feel as if telling him would be a mistake.

Yoongi was convinced I was bad for Taehyung, and ruining his friendship with Taehyung would only further his grudge against me. At the end of the day, Yoongi was just worried about Taehyung. Anyone who cared about Taehyung that much couldn't be completely evil, right?

"Look, we're here!" Taehyung announced excitedly. Even if he hadn't announced it, the amusement park was hard to miss.

It was set up on the city's fair grounds, land set aside for things like festivals or concerts. I could see quite a few of the taller rides from our location; the sounds of screams and laughters filling the air. I felt myself start to grow more and more excited, the amusement park's aura infectious.

"Let's go!" I yelled happily, grabbing Taehyung by the hand and running towards the entrance.

We arrived panting, but I couldn't help but jump in place with excitement. Fluorescent lights illuminated the entire park and I stared at amazement at the arrangement of colors.

I went to look over to Taehyung to point out a particular ride, only to find the spot next to me empty.

What? Where did he go?

I opened my mouth to call out to him before I spotted him standing in line for ticket purchase. I skipped over to him.

"You're getting a ticket?" I questioned in surprise. Taehyung glanced over me before muttering a 'yes' under his breath. I almost asked him why he was whispering before I remembered that if Taehyung was getting a ticket then he was probably visible to humans right now. They could see and hear anything that he did.

I let out a sigh. No one could see or hear me so if Taehyung were to speak to me like he normally did, people would look at him strange.

So instead of speaking, I stood beside Taehyung, my hands clasped together behind my back as I waited in line with him.

I was surprised he was buying a ticket. I had assumed that he was going to turn invisible, being that demons had the option to control their visibility, and that he would slip in wordlessly with me.

We reached the ticket booth in no time at all, and even though I didn't want to draw attention to Taehyung by getting him to speak to me, I couldn't help but share my excitement.

"Ah, I'm so excited!" I squealed, spinning in place dramatically. Taehyung glanced over at me with a smirk before directing his attention to the man in the ticket booth.

Suddenly, I grew curious as to what was inside of the booth. Was there a bathroom in there? Where did he keep all the tickets?

I leaned over Taehyung, in order to look into the booth and see. All of this was new to me.

Taehyung let out a noise of disapproval and extended his arm out and to the side; to the average human it looked as it if he was stretching, but really he was pushing me out of the away.

"I want to see." I groaned with a frown. I looked behind Taehyung to see that the woman in line behind him wore an expression similar to mine as her two screaming children tugged on her clothes, desperately trying to gain her attention.

"One one-day adult ticket please." Taehyung asked politely. I let out an excited noise and watched as the man stared at the Taehyung for a moment before nodding and handing him a ticket and a thin bright orange slip of paper. Taehyung grabbed it out of the man's hand with a smile before moving towards the entrance. I frowned as I analyzed the exchange.

"Taehyung?" I asked, trailing after the moving demon.

Taehyung said nothing, instead handing over his ticket to one of the staff members monitoring the park entrance. Taehyung and I walked into the noisy area.

Taehyung took a look around at the busy scene laid our before us as he wrapped the orange paper around his wrist; the paper had some sort of adhesive built into it, turning it into some sort of make shift bracelet.

He finally turned towards me, "Yes, angel?"

"Did you pay for that ticket?"

Taehyung stared at me, his eyes widening for a moment before returning to normal.

"No."

"But... he gave you a ticket, anyway?" I pressed, having a feeling that I already knew exactly what had just happened.

Taehyung looked uncomfortable; he reached a hand over to rub the back of his neck.

"I kind of... made him give me a ticket. Not like forced him, but yeah– It's kind of hard to explain."

I knew exactly what he had done. He had slipped into that man's mind and told him to hand over the ticket without asking to paying for it. This was exactly what the chapter on Scelus had described.

"If you weren't going to pay for the ticket then why did you bother getting one at all? Couldn't you just have become invisible like I am and walked right in?" I asked, trying to sound less bother than I was.

I don't know why, but I had assumed that Taehyung didn't used his powers often. But seeing as how casually he just entered that guy's mind, I was beginning to rethink that assumption.

Taehyung gestured towards the orange bracelet on his wrist, "This bracelet guarantees us a spot on each ride. There is a limited amount of people that can fit on each ride, so if I have this, I can save a place for both you and I. Beats being invisible and sat on by humans, huh?"

Despite how uneasy I felt about Taehyung using his warped mind control on an innocent man, I couldn't help but admire how smart the blond boy was.

"Nice thinking." I complimented with a small smile, wanting to push my thoughts aside and just enjoy the night with Taehyung.

Taehyung smirked at me, "Beauty and brains, I've got both. You sure lucked out with me."

I let out a laugh before intertwining his arm with mine.

"Come on, you handsome genius. Let's go try our luck on some of those balloon games."

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Two hours had gone by and it would appear that angels were prone to something Taehyung had referred to as motion sickness.

Two rollercoasters and one spinning ride in, and I was efficiently nauseated. Taehyung had suggested we sat down to let my stomach settle, so I took refuge on a nearby bench.

"Are you feeling any better?" Taehyung peered down at me nervously, biting down onto his bottom lip. The moment I told him I felt dizzy, he turned into a panicked wreck, forcing water down my throat in case I was dehydrated, and buying me a lemonade in case my blood sugar was low.

"Yes, I'm fine. I just needed to sit down." I assured him with a nod. I really was feeling better, I just didn't know how to tell him that if I so much as looked at a rollercoaster, I might be sick.

"Shit, I'm so sorry. I ruined your first amusement park experience. I wanted to do all the extreme rides first before the lines got longer as the night went on." Taehyung sighed, sitting down next to me. He threw an arm around the back of the bench behind me and tilted his head to rest against mine.

I couldn't help but admire how cute he looked doting over me.

"It's not ruined!" I assured him. "I love spending time with you. Besides, that first rollercoaster was loads of fun. You know, before the nausea set in."

Taehyung rolled his eyes before smiling fondly at me.

"I love you." He told me. I couldn't have bought the flush off my face even if I tried.

"I love you, too." I told him, my voice still shaky every time I said it. I don't think I'd ever be used to getting to say it so freely.

Taehyung's eyes flashed down to my lips, and for a moment I thought he was going to kiss me. Instead he gave me a smirk.

"You up for one last ride?"

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The Ferris Wheel, as Taehyung had told me it was called, was some sort of enormous rotating metal circle. I had initially shot it down the moment I found out that it moved, but Taehyung assured me that it wasn't a ride as so much as a way to look over the park.

For whatever reason, no one seemed to want to go on it as the line was near nonexistent and Taehyung and I got an entire passenger car to ourselves.

I took a step onto the circular cabin and wobbled a bit as it rocked slightly. Sitting down, I watched as Taehyung climbed in after me, thanking the man who closed the door after us.

"Are we sure this is stable?" I asked, already feeling myself begin to grow nervous.

"Would I endanger your life, angel?" Taehyung responded, feigning hurt with a hand over his chest.

The Ferris Wheel had already began to move, slowly, taking us higher.

"Even if you wanted to, you couldn't on this thing. This is the slowest ride ever." I noted. My stomach, for one, was grateful for that.

Taehyung only laughed in response, intertwining his hand with mine. I looked down at our hands and smiled. I had been wanting to hold his hand all night, but I didn't want to draw attention to Taehyung by having him look like he was holding onto nothing.

I let out a sigh.

"You're not having fun, are you?" Taehyung said, sounding sad.

"No, I am! I promise you I am." I said, dismissing him with a shake of my head.

"Then why do you look so sad?" Taehyung pressed. I met his eyes for a moment before looking out over the passenger car. We were decently high up now.

"I dunno. It's just... being an angel is kind of lonely."

"Lonely? What do you mean?" Taehyung said, sounding confused.

I sighed, "It doesn't bother me too much, usually, but it's kind of a very isolating thing to not be able to be seen or heard."

"I can see and hear you." He remind me.

"Yeah, but they can't." I said, looking down at the scrambling bodies of the park go-ers. Each of them here for the sole reason of enjoying themselves and the company of others.

"Other angels can see me, of course, so it's not like I'm entirely invisible, but even here with you, I can't hold your hand or have conversations with you whenever. Because even though you know I'm here, they don't."

I took a moment to gather my thoughts.

"I'm supposed to protect those people down there. But I think the main reason why I can't is because a small part of me resents humans. I'm envious of them. I can pretend to run around and go on rides like I'm one of them but I'm not. It's an awful thing to be standing in the middle of a crowd of people and still be on the outside, never really apart of it."

I could feel Taehyung staring at my profile. The view was incredible now, we weren't even at the top but I could still see almost over every ride. The colorful lights swallowed the pieces of metal and plastic, leaving instead an ocean of flashing fluorescent color.

"I think of Jane and I think of memories I have with her; I think of Jane as a friend. But to her, I'm nothing. She’ll never know who I am." I turned to face Taehyung, my eyes beginning to water. "That's why I wanted to meet your friends that night at Limbo. Back then, I knew it was a bad idea to get involved with demons but... I dunno... it's just nice to have people who can see me– who know I'm there."

Taehyung took me surprise by grabbing both sides of my face to kiss me.

I reveled in the kiss, missing the feeling of his mouth against mine, but before I could move to deepen it, Taehyung pulled away.

"I'm sorry, angel."

I blinked.

"Why are you apologizing?" I said, tilting my head in confusion. Taehyung ran a thumb against my cheek, using the hand that was still cupping my face.

"I didn't know you felt like this."

I shrugged, "I never told you, it's not your fault for not knowing."

Truth was, I hadn't told anyone this. I didn't allow myself to think too much on these thoughts, finding it better to suppress my feelings. My self loathing only grew the more I realized that I thought like this.

"I know. It's just that all this time I thought all my problems would've disappeared if I just became an angel. I didn't know that angels had these kinds of thoughts. Even when you tried to tell me, I didn't fully understand. But now I do. And I'm sorry."

The Ferris Wheel came to a sudden stop and Taehyung and I turned away from each other to look out at the view. We were at very top now. From here, all those people looked so small, like they were just little insignificant dots and not the reasons behind my self loathing and insecurities.

"We're a pretty fucked up pair, aren't we?" Taehyung breathed, not taking his eyes off the view.

"Mm, maybe." I said, causing Taehyung to look at me.

"Or maybe we're the normal ones, and everyone else is fucked up."

Taehyung stared at me, eyes wide and I frowned once I noticed.

"What?" I inquired, confused as to why he was looking at me like that.

"Angel, you just cursed." He laughed.

This time it was my turn for my eyes to widen, "I did?"

Taehyung laughed again and nodded. I couldn't help but laugh along with him.

"I guess when you love someone you end up picking their speaking habits." I mused, leaning into Taehyung's side to nudge him.

"I really am tainting you, huh? It's not too late, angel, you can still fall out of love with me and save the chastity of your vocabulary. Chastity is a virtue, after all." Taehyung suggested, wiggling his eyebrows.

I smirked.

"Chastity is overrated."

Grabbing Taehyung by the collar of his shirt, I pulled him into me, wasting no time in deepening the kiss.

Taehyung let out a moan at my words and the sound alone was enough to encourage me to swipe my tongue against his bottom lip. Taehyung ran his hand into my hair and tilted his head so that his tongue could better meet mine.

He tasted like the cotton candy he eaten 20 minutes ago and I greedily accepted the taste.

I clutched onto the fabric of his black t-shirt liked my sanity depended on it because it did. If Taehyung pulled away now I didn't know what I'd do. One of Taehyung’s hands snuck up my torso and placed a careful squeeze on my breast.

I gasped away from the kiss, not expecting him to be so bold.

Suddenly, Taehyung grabbed both of my hips; he lifted me up and spun me around, placing me on his lap, my back pressed against his chest. Taehyung's mouth found my neck instantly and he bit down on it eagerly.

"No marks, Taehy–"

My words were cut short by the feeling of Taehyung prying my thighs apart.

He ran his fingertips down my inner thighs gingerly, and I shut my legs the moment I realized his final destination.

"Taehyung, not here." I squeaked. Despite my words, I grinded against Taehyung's hardening bulge. Neither my body nor Taehyung chose to listen to me.

Taehyung grabbed one of my legs and forced it to bend, setting my foot down on the seat, exposing myself.

"Shut up." He said, placing a small slap against my newly exposed inner thigh.

I made a mental note to stop wearing skirts and dresses around Taehyung all together.

Taehyung's didn't hesitate for a moment. He ran his long fingers up and down my clothed core, causing me to wriggle on his lap. I latched my hand around his wrist to pull his hand away but a firm rub against my clit seized my movements.

I whined lowly, hating that Taehyung had me in this position. It was humiliating.

"Look at you, angel. Legs spread, letting me play with your pussy while you face everyone. You're fucking filthy." Taehyung scolded into my ear before taking my earlobe in between his teeth.

"N-No, I'm not." I whimpered, my eyes closing and my hips starting to move to meet his fingers’ movements.

"I can feel how wet your panties are. You like this, huh?" Taehyung teased. I could only moan in reply when his fingers once again found my clit.

I opened my eyes to see that we had descended and were nearly at the bottom of the Ferris Wheel. There at the bottom stood the worker that had closed to the door for us.

Oh, God.

"Taehyung, mm, you have to stop. T-There's someone at the bottom." I pleaded. My body was past the point of listening to me, so I prayed that my words would be enough to get Taehyung to stop.

To my horror and absolutely delight, Taehyung merely pushed aside my panties and sunk two of his fingers inside me.

I let out a squeak and threw my head back, resting it in the crook of his neck. This was so wrong.

"He can't see you, baby." He reminded me quietly as we reached the bottom and the Ferris Wheel came to a stop.

I clasped a hand over my mouth.

"You enjoy the ride?" The worker asked politely stepping forward to speak to Taehyung.

"Quite the view." Taehyung smiled back, not letting up the motions of his hands for a moment. Moans were slipping through the cracks of my fingers and it was ridiculous how wet I was.

The worker must have notice Taehyung's odd hand motions because he glanced down at where Taehyung's hand entered me.

Let out an embarrassingly loud moan and bucked my hips forward. I knew the man couldn't see me, to him it just looked like Taehyung was moving his hand oddly, but I couldn't help but imagine that he could see the way Taehyung was wrecking and stirring up my insides.

"Mind if I go for another round?" Taehyung asked, sounding unbelievable innocent despite what he was doing to me.

The worker's eyes flicked back momentarily to Taehyung's hand, looking slightly confused, before snapping back up to meet Taehyung's eyes, clearly not wanting to seem rude and stare.

Taehyung removed all fingers to rub at my clit. I moaned loudly, and raised a hand to hide my face, my face had never been this hot before.

"Sure thing. It's kind of a slow night anyways." The man laughed, stepping away from the passenger car to let it continue to move.

"Being invisible has its perks after all, huh?" Taehyung chuckled.

"I hate you so much." I cried out as Taehyung entered me once more, sinking in knuckle deep.

We had begun our ascend already and the worker was far below us but I could still imagine the man's eyes on me.

"No you don't. You loved it. I could feel the way you clenched around my fingers when you thought he looked at you."

Taehyung's dirty words only coaxed more moans from my mouth. He was making me feel too good for me to quip back some sort of response.

"Who knew my filthy little angel liked being watched." Taehyung hummed to himself, only further riling me up. I knew I wasn't going to last for very much longer.

"Remember the way you danced against me and Jungkook at Limbo... I bet you'd love it if I fucked you in front of him, hm?"

I moaned out at his filthy words, feeling my high nearing itself by the second.

"I'd fuck you so hard, angel. Just to show Jungkook what he can't have. You're mine." He growled, running his nose along the length of my neck. His free hand reached over to rub against my clit, and I nearly started sobbing.

"Ah– Taehyung!"

My climax hit me harder than I was expecting it to, and I wasn't sure if it was because of how public all of this was or because of Taehyung's filthy words.

My back arched and my thighs quivered, having effectively been turned into gelatin.

Taehyung continue to finger me through my release, only stopping once I stopped shaking.

"I missed the sounds of your moans, angel." Taehyung told me sweetly, pressed a kiss onto my cheek. I could only hum in response.

"Are you going to yell at me for finger fucking you in public once you regain the ability to speak?"

I nodded my head in agreement before pausing, and then shaking my head side to side.

"Is that a yes or a no?" Taehyung chuckled.

Taehyung put my leg back down and helped me pull my skirt back down.

"Taehyung." I began finally, turn in his lap to look at him.

"Ah fuck, here it comes. Okay I'm ready. You can yell at me now." Taehyung said, frowning as if to brace himself.

"Spend the night with me." I told him softly, my face slightly pink.

Taehyung looked at me in awe, clearly not expecting what I said at all.

"Really? Wait, why?" Taehyung said, eyeing me suspiciously. Taehyung had tried to sleepover multiple times, and I had shut him down every time, on the account that it was too risky; the boys could accidentally find out about him.

I laughed at his accusatory tone.

"Because," I began, wrapping my arms around his neck, looking up at him through my lashes, a small smirk on my lips.

"You missed the sound of my moans."

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WELP I GUESS MY APRIL FOOLS JOKE WAS MAKING YALL THINKING THEY WERE GONNA FUCC IN THIS CHAPTER LOL no but actually I felt like it would be too rushed if I did it in this chapter so next chapter it is. PLUS LIKE I THOUGHT OF THIS SCENE AND IT JUST NEED TO HAPPEN OKAY?? ily

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A Night With The Gold - Lance Tucker (Smut)

Pairing: Lance Tucker x Plus! sized! Reader

summary: what would be a standard girlsnight turns out very intresting and becomes one of the best nights she ever expierenced.

warning: Smut!, oral (f/m), unprotected sex (be smart and use protection!)

A/N: after a while of silence here we are again with some smut. co-written with the amazing @pawfect-melody

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“y/n! Are you almost ready?!” Casey, y/n’s gay best friend and roommate, yelled from the living room. It was Friday night their usual girl’s night where they went to a local bar for a few drinks. “yes, I’ll be down in a minute!” y/n yelled back while putting her make up back away and making her way to where her friend was waiting in the living room. “you took your damn time.”

“well a girl needs to look her best when she’s at her worst.”

“that’s what our girls night is for. Oh, and you need to get laid.” Casey shrugged while pulling y/n out the door with him.

The bar they usually went to was only a few blocks away from their apartment so they walked to the place like they always did.

Once they had arrived at the bar they took their usual spot where the rest of the girls were already seated and sipping drinks. Anna, Victoria or Torri for short and Elisa looked up once y/n and Casey came into view.

“Finally, there you two are. Thought you weren’t coming anymore.” Anna laughed while she stood up from her seat and gave you two hugs. “y/n took her time getting ready because she needs to get laid.” Casey laughed while taking his place beside Elisa.

“I don’t need to get laid. I’m getting some drinks, what’s everyone drinking? Cosmopolitans?”

“you know it, so why still ask girl.” Torri smirks. “Oh, and by the way you do need to get laid, you’re grumpy. Girl you guys broke up 2 months ago, time to get out there again, have some fun.”

“he was a sucker to let me go, he’ll come back like a lost puppy but he can forget it if he thinks I’ll take him back. O god I do need to get laid.” y/n laughed.

“you go girl! Now get those drinks.” Casey cheered which made y/n roll her eyes and walk to the bar. She took an empty spot and waved at the barman David. “I’ll be right with you, just finishing this order.” He yelled over the music to make sure she heard him.

“Take your time Dave.” She yelled back while looking around but failing to notice the presence beside her until she heard a deep voice just beside her ear.

"Excuse me miss, can I have the time? I'd check my watch but I can't take my eyes off of you."

It made her jump lightly but when she turned around and looked at the man in front of her she just burst out laughing. She actually had to hold on to the bar to make sure she wouldn’t fall over. Luckily, he didn’t look offended that she laughed at him right in front of his face. Once she stopped laughing she gave him a quick look up and down before giving him her response. He was drop death gorgeous, broad shoulders under a white polo shirt, well built thighs covered by fitted jeans, finished off with sneakers. But his face was mesmerizing, steel blue eyes that seemed like they looked deep down your soul, plump kissable pink lips turned up in a smirk, cheekbones that looked like you would cut yourself if you touched. And at last his hair, on the first look it seemed like he had put to much gel in it. But, overall, he looked like one fucking hot Greek god.

“I think it’s time for you to learn some pick up lines.” y/n said without moving her gaze from his eyes.

“Well it did make you laugh didn’t it. And you noticed me, so it’s safe to say I won.” The Greek god smirked proudly.

“And what did you win exactly.” She sassed right back.

“Well earlier today I won gold at the national gymnastic tournament. And now I won because I have the attention of a beautiful girl. Maybe if your lucky I’ll share my gold with ya if you know what I mean babygirl.”

“Well I’m sorry to disappoint you, I’m nowhere near beautiful and I’m in the middle of a girls night so I think your luck is out. ”y/n Said once she saw that David had already placed 5 cosmos on a tray for her, taking it and making her way back to the girls.

“you’re right you’re gorgeous!”

Once back at the table y/n placed the tray on the table and handed everyone their drink.

“Why didn’t you stay at the bar with mister hot guy?” Anna asked after taking a sip from her new drink. “Yeah that hot piece of meat totally wanted to fuck your brains out!” Casey chimed in.

“well it’s a girls night, I’m not abandoning you guys for a flirt, he’ll find someone better in no time. And he totally didn’t want to fuck my brains out. A man like that wouldn’t want me, no sane man would.”

“Girl I know that look on a guy, trust me de does. And why in hell do you think that, you’re hot.” He askes her pulling her to sit beside him. “Case, you know Lucas, the guy I broke up with 2 months ago for cheating on me. Well his explanation was that I’m shit in bed with my fat ass and that’s why he needed a skinny side hoe. So, trust me, most guys want someone skinny.”

“I don’t think he is like most guys but Casey you’re a guy, what do you think about that?” Elisa slurs out clearly already drunk.

“Last time I checked I’m still gay but to react to y/n’ story, that’s bullshit, most guys love to fuck a plus size woman gives you something extra to hold onto.”

“Sounds like you speak from experience.” y/n laughed.

“Well I need to be sure I’m still gay once in a while.”

“That guy is totally checking you out girl, he keeps looking over. You better jump his bones or I will. Hot damn.” Casey said a while later while pushing her in the direction of the bar where the guy stood. And he was right, the guy didn’t even hide the fact that he was staring like a starved man looked at a snack.

“I don’t wanna abandon you guys, it’s our girls night.”

“Girl, we have our girls night every week. That guy isn’t gonna be here next time. Take your chance at getting laid, go we don’t wanna see you for the rest of the evening.” Elisa laughed.

“Oh and to be sure I’ll crash with Anna.” Casey winked

When y/n turned and made her way to where the guy was leaning against the bar she saw his smirk grow bigger than it already was.

“Well well well, look who we have here. Hello again gorgeous. Would you like a drink?” the guy said once she was next to him at the bar. He ordered a few shots even before she had the chance to answer him.

“Well I think that’s what we are in a bar for is it not ….?”

“Lance, Lance Tucker. And what’s your name princess?”

“y/n y/l/n”

“A beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” Lance said while handing her the shot glass with clear liquid which she assumed was tequila. He clicked their glasses together and they took the shot. She felt the drink burning down her throat but she managed not to start coughing. Conversation started to flow easily between the two but so did the alcohol and soon she started to feel the buzz. Thankfully, she didn’t change that much while being drunk, she just became bolder and dared to do much more.

“How about a dance Lance, get that hot body of yours moving.” She shamelessly flirted.

“You think I’m hot princess? Well girl you have no idea how drop dead gorgeous you are.”

He grabbed her hand and led her to the small dancefloor. Once there he pulled her close to his body as they started to dance. At first, they faced each other as they danced while gazing into each other’s eyes. But a few minutes in a more sensual song started to play and Lance didn’t hesitate to pull y/n against his hard body making her blush lightly as he started to grind against her. But she was to drunk to care and she started to move her body against him, it was basically dry humping in the middle of the dance floor. Y/n had her arms around Lance’s neck with one of her hands up in his gelled back hair her other holding onto his broad shoulder. Lance’s hands where both firmly planted on her ass making her grind on his firm thigh that was between hers.

It was like in that moment they where the only two in the bar, they only had eyes for each other. The constant smirk on his face never left him, which made the growing mess in her panties only bigger. It was as if he knew what he did to her, he knew he turned her on by the way he was dancing with her. Like he could see it in her eyes or even smell it on her. It was then she first adverted her eyes from him and laid her head on his shoulder to hide the moan that escaped her lips. But Lance still seemed to hear it, one of his hands left her ass and moved to cup her cheek to force her to look at him.

“Don’t hide the way I make you feel, it’s hot. I like you, you like me. Why does it have to be so complicated?” he whispered to her before leaning in and capturing her lips in an urgent kiss. His hand moved from her cheek to her throat, which made her hold her breath for a second, to the back of her neck and into her hair where he grabbed a hand full. He licked her lips asking for entrance into her mouth and she gave it to him. You couldn’t say that they fought for dominance because Lance won that one the second his tongue slipped between her lips and surprisingly she loved it and she moaned against his mouth.

“Let’s get out of here babygirl. My hotel room or your place?” He spoke against her lips the second he had his lips removed from hers.

“My place is only a few blocks away.”

“Your place it is princess, lead the way.” Lance smirked

As soon as the door was open Lance pushed y/n through the door with his lips locked on hers and kicked the door shut with his foot behind him. He walked her backwards until she felt a wall blocking her and Lance caging her in between his arms against it. His lips left hers but only long enough for him to pull her shirt over her head exposing her black laced bra. His hands directly cupped both her breasts as he planted his lips just under her jaw making her moan loudly.

“Yes princess, make as much noise as you like, let your neighbors hear you. Gonna fuck you so good. Want me to fuck you against this wall baby girl?”

“Fuck yes, fuck me… against… the wall.” She breathed out while pulling on his hair making him moan out against her throat. Hands roaming over his broad chest feeling his rock hard pecs and abs, wondering how good he looked without the white polo shirt on. “Too much clothes.” y/n said while tugging on the hem of his shirt, he let go of her left breast to tug the shirt over his head and throw it somewhere in the room.

“Let me taste you baby girl, I can’t stop thinking about eating that pussy of yours since the first moment I saw you. Wondering how you taste, bet you taste divine.”

“Well what are you waiting for?”

Lance winked at her and moved his hands to open her pants and drag both her jeans and panties down with him as he gets on his knees in front of her, helping her step out of her pants and throwing them with his shirt. He looks up to her and gives her his famous smirk before hooking her right leg up over his shoulder and diving into the most amazing foreplay. First kissing the inside of her thighs while his hand caressed the skin off her plump ass.

“God I love your ass and thighs, so soft.” Lance breathed out between the open mouth kisses he placed closer and closer to her core.

“Lance, please… need your mouth.” She moaned.

“Tell me baby girl, where do you want my mouth?”

“On my pussy.”

“As you wish princess.” Not a second later he was licking from her entrance to her clit which he placed his lips over and sucked hard making her legs almost give out under her and moan.

Nobody had ever eaten her out before and surely not like this. She was lucky Lance had a hold of her hip and helped her stay up given how hard it was for her to keep her focus not to let her legs turn into jelly. She couldn’t keep quiet so she moaned without holding back waving her hands in his hair. She could feel the coil inside her wind up till it was about to snap.

“Oh god I’m close… fuck… don’t stop.”

But as soon as the words leave her lips Lance removes himself from her pussy, puts her leg down from his shoulder and gets up. Smirking at y/n’s confused face.

“I want you to cum on my cock, I wanna see your face when I make you cum. Can’t wait to be inside your pussy baby girl.” Lance groaned out while making quick work of getting the rest of his clothes off.

“Oh Lance, please, just fuck me.”

“So greedy for my cock? Well hold on tight baby.”

He grabbed her by the backs of her thighs and easily lifts her up against the wall, y/n automatically wraps her legs around his waist.

“Ready baby girl?”

Y/n could only nod, afraid her voice would give up on her if she even tried to speak. She reached between their bodies and grabbed his cock to line him up with her entrance, his tip already easily slipping inside because her pussy was soaked. The moment she lets go of his cock and wrapped her arm around his neck Lance attacks her neck with his mouth at the same time he pistons his hips forward driving his cock hard inside her, making y/n moan out in a scream. He slowly pulls out till only his tip remains inside her slamming hard back inside her. He sets a brutal pace, hitting her g-spot every time he slams back into her making her scream his name over and over again. She knew that once he would be done with her that her voice would be gone and there would be bruises on her back from the brutal pace he had set, making her slam into the wall with every trust. But she didn’t care, she loved what he did to her. His mouth travels down to her breast and he takes her nipple in his mouth sucking hard, kneading her other breast with the hand that wasn’t holding her up. She was close again, feeling that string inside her wind up again.

“Fuck fuck fuck. Lance please.” She screamed out. Lance seemed to understand what she was begging him for and soon he lets go of her breast and lets his hand go down over her belly to her pubic mouth. He starts to stroke circles on her clit with his thumb making y/n tilt her head back letting it rest on the wall, eyes closed and mouth open in a silent scream. It felt so good that she couldn’t even make a sound. With just two more strokes the string inside her explodes with a force she never felt before. Her whole body started to shake, she only could hold on stronger onto Lance and let him ride out her orgasm. Lance stills inside of her while stroking her sides before letting his still hard cock slip out of her soaked pussy.

“That was amazing! But you didn’t cum, why?” y/n asked with a shaking breath.

“That was amazing baby girl, but I want to play with you a bit longer before I cum. Now where is your bedroom princess?”

“second door on the right. I would love to play with you some more too.” She giggled while Lance started to walk in the direction of her room with her still in his arms, showing how strong he was.

Once in her bedroom he dropped her onto her bed and walked back to the door to close it. While he walked y/n had turned onto her tummy to watch his ass move with every step he took. He truly was a Greek god. She couldn’t stop thinking that she was very lucky to have caught the eye of such a man. Most men like him would pick a woman that looked like a Victoria secret model, not a woman with extra meat everywhere.

“what’s wrong baby girl you look like you’re deep in thought?”

“Oh nothing, I was just distracted by your ass.”

Lance stood just a few steps away from the bed in his full naked glory, his gorgeous body on full display. She openly ogled him and he knew it, he even loved it smirking at the face she made when her eyes stopped at his tattoo.

“Like what you see baby girl?” Lance smirked

“You have a gold medal tattooed around your dick?” she asked surprised, when he fucked her against the wall she hadn’t had the time to take in the wonderful sight of his cock so now she took her time. His cock had already started to soften by the lack of stimulation but it was still very impressive. Like she had felt before he was thick and veiny, bigger than anyone she had ever had before. Lance took his cock in his hand and pumped it a few times.

“You wanna taste the gold? Help me get it ready so I can fuck you into the mattress.”

“Fuck yess Lance, how do you want me? Fuck my mouth.”

“get on your knees and open up wide, let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours.”

She quickly moved from the bed and onto her knees in front of him taking his cock from his hands and giving his hardening cock a few strokes before taking his tip in her mouth. y/n could taste the saltiness of his precum on her tongue causing her to moan around him. Earning a groan in return from Lance. A pace is quickly set with Lance twisting y/n’s hair into a makeshift pony tale in order to guide her head at his desired pace. When y/n begins to deep throat him he starts to pull her away.

‘god, fuck, you may stop or I’m going to cum before I’ve had you from behind baby girl.’ Lance gritted out from clenched teeth.

y/n released his dick with a loud pop. A string of saliva following her mouth away till Lance caught it with his thumb bringing it to his mouth.

‘mmmhhhh’ he groaned around his thumb ‘get on the bed baby on all fours’

Jumping to action y/n was on the bed in record time with her head resting on her crossed forearms and round ass in the air. Lance stalked her until he kneeled on the bed behind her lining himself up with her entrance. In one fluid motion he guided himself inside as they both moaned in unison. Setting a brutal pace, he snapped his hips in and out while y/n took everything he had while begging for more. He left a resounding smack on her delectable ass causing y/n to clench around his cock.

‘you like that don’t you sweetheart, you like me leaving my mark on you’ he stated boldly.

y/n could only moan louder in reply as her second orgasm grew within her. This was it, Lance was going to be the death of her. And all she could think was what a wonderful way it was to go out.

‘I need you to cum for me y/n’ he all but begged her.

And that was all it took to send her over the edge, hearing him so far gone, begging her to cum and the fact that he used her first name. y/n came with a squeal as white spots clouded her vision. She was vaguely aware of Lance cuming quickly after with a loud groan and landing solidly on her back. Her limbs not supporting them any more she fell to the bed with Lance rolling them over so she was snuggled with her peachy ass up against his softened cock. Signing they both drifted to sleep.

y/n woke with a pounding headache but yet nothing could wipe the smile from her face. Rolling over she knew she was going to find her bed empty. She wasn’t expecting anything more than one night of unbelievably hot sex. Getting up she threw on her robe from the back of her bedroom door and made her way into her kitchen. And there sat a note with his messy scrawl.

I enjoyed myself last night. Ill pick you up at 6 and you can experience a second night with the gold.

Laters L

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hopeishappinessff · 6 years

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Holding Onto Hope: Chapter 8.2

Hope

It hurt so bad… my God did it hurt so bad. I didn’t want to believe it, any of it, but I knew that I had to… the truth fell directly from his lips and no one else’s. Forgiveness is what he wanted, but I couldn’t bring myself to give it to him. I couldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that he could so easily be forgiven after what he’d done to me. The warmth of his large limbs gliding over my now exposed sides tugged at my attention, but I couldn’t focus on anything other than my rambling thoughts. He cheated... He made a promise to me that he would be mine, only mine, no one else’s… allowed himself to fall victim to the temptation of another girl, and cheated. I was so sure that the true reason behind all of his unnecessary anger was the discovery that I’d danced with his roommate, whom he happened to greatly despise, but I would have never imagined that it was all only a front to cover his own guilt. I’d forced myself so far into the dumps, mentally and emotionally, and even though I couldn’t quite figure out why on earth he would get that upset with me for what I’d supposedly done, I still couldn’t help but blame myself. Holding onto his neck with both hands as he eased my shirt further up, bunching it beneath my arms, I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the door, hoping he wouldn’t take this any further than he’d taken it within the last few minutes. I felt dirty even imagining doing anything sexual with him and I knew I would only feel tainted by allowing him to grant me full access to what he’d only given that girl a preview of. Permitting him to continue would only mean one thing… I would be allowing him right back into his comfort zone, which I had kicked him right out of the moment he kicked me out of his truck. His lips traveled leisurely along my neck, occasionally parting just enough to allow space for his tongue to slip out and tickle at my sensitive spots. I couldn’t hold in the moan he seemed to be forcefully pulling from within me with only the actions of his mouth and tongue, and I soon found my bottom lip begging to be tucked away into my mouth to hinder the possibility of added hums of pleasure. The tips of my fingers played gently along the back of his neck, sporadically sliding upward and tugging lightly at the curls of his hair. He released a soft, sensual groan as I slipped my hand around to the side of his neck, brushing my thumb against the sensitive spot just inches below his ear. “Can I make it up to you baby,” He whispered huskily, dipping his tongue into the crease of my ear after he spoke, “Let me make it up to you.” It seemed as though he’d snatched my voice away with his pleasurable antics and I was left with nothing but a simple head nod to answer his question and even though my mind was screaming for me to stop him from making it up to me, my body was silently giving in to him and his roaming hands.

He hiked me further up against the door and while I held on tight to his neck, he gripped the hem of my pants and snatched at them, catching my underwear in the process and immediately exposing my center to the cool atmosphere of the room. I hissed at the overwhelming chill rushing over my lower half, followed by the warmth of one of his large hands cupped between my thighs. Pulling back his middle finger, he dipped it into me as he eyed me closely, watching as my lips parted slightly and my teeth grinded softly to match the slow rhythm of his lengthy digit. Quickly picking up the pace of his finger and pumping it in and out as if it were his hips thrusting forward, igniting a rampant flame within me, he buried his face in the crook of my neck and latched his lips onto my skin. I clenched so forcefully onto his neck, I could feel my nails digging deeper into his skin the tighter I held on and I was quite sure he’d noticed by the noises he made and the way he groaned lowly against my skin. Yanking his hand back from me and bringing it up to his face, he slid the soaking digit into his mouth and slowly pulled it out, sucking every bit of my nectar from it. Placing one hand against my left side with a firm grip, he held me in place against the door and used his other hand to pull down his basketball shorts and boxers. I knew it was coming and as much as I wanted to stop him due to my utter discomfort and uneasiness, I couldn’t bring myself to speak. With one smooth thrust, he gave me his all and I threw my head back against the door with a loud thud, gasping from the pain of being abruptly filled to the brim. “I thought you wanted me out baby… Hmm,” He pressed his lips against the side of my chin and groaned, sending an odd sensual jolt through my entire neck from that one spot, “But I’m still in… so fucking far in. You want me out love? Hmm… you want me to leave?” He whispered, slithering his tongue from the edge of my chin to the underside of my bottom lip. I was still overwhelmed by the feeling of every inch of him filling me so quickly, so I couldn’t quite bring myself to respond. As a result of my subdued state, he immediately gripped the sides of my hips and pulled out until only the tip remained buried in my core, then he quickly slammed his hips forward and thrust in and out a few times before stopping altogether. “Do you want me in here Sy’Diyah? Tell me now. No, I’ll leave right now and you can be as mad at me as you want. Yes…” He stared at me for a moment then flicked his tongue over my bottom lip and leaned forward, ravishing my mouth with his own and pulling back only after I moaned against his lips and dug my nails deeper into the flesh of his neck, “Yes, I’ll stay here… and apologize til you see fucking stars.” The two choices flooded my mind repetitively, yet I had no clue what to say. On one hand, I’d already thought it all over and just minutes ago came to the conclusion that I wanted him to leave… no, I needed him to leave for the sake of my sanity. But on the other hand, there I was… hiked up against the back of the door with my legs wrapped tight around his waist and his throbbing erection buried deep inside me, not even moving yet sending sporadic jolts of some amazing feeling through my entire body. Do not say yes Sy’Diyah… this boy just openly admitted to cheating on you, you can’t let him in like this. Don’t give in to him. Be strong... say NO!

Chris

“OH MY GOD CHRIIIISSSSS… YES, YESSSSSSS… mmmmm!”

I smirked at the angelic sound of her voice screaming in my ears. I knew she wouldn’t say no and tell me to leave… that shit was like, against the fucking law. It should absolutely be illegal to stop sex after you and your significant other or anonymous other, who the hell ever, have already started… once the dick is in motion, there’s no leaving the ocean. I swear if she woulda told my ass to stop… I probably woulda cried like a little bitch and begged her to let me stay.

I’d already pleaded my case to her. I was honest and straightforward like I said I would be and even though her reaction wasn’t exactly what I wanted to hear, it still made me feel just a tad bit better to know that I’d told her instead of holding the painful truth from her. Seeing her cry had to be the worst part though. I didn’t go to her room with the intention of making her cry… Lord knows the last thing in the world I wanted was to be the reason why she ever shed a tear. It literally tore me apart from the inside out to even listen to her whimpers and at that moment, I swore I could have just thrown myself out the got damn window. I thrust into her with tact and urgency, but made sure to keep my pace somewhere between slow and mid-speed… this was, indeed, a sensual apology… not some random one night stand. With every pump, my objective was to let her know how sorry I was and to assure her that I would never hurt her again. At the moment, I really couldn’t feel any dumber because I could clearly remember the day that I forced her to vow to me that her body would only be mine and no one else’s and likewise, from me to her. Yet there I was feeling like a got damn fool for being a bitch and going against my word. Pulling her body away from the door, I turned us both around and with one arm wrapped tightly around her midsection; I levitated her and continued to pound myself in and out of her. I swore the near week experience of absolutely none of this beautiful pussy did some mental and emotional damage. I mean, I did march my ass over here, sit in this room for at least an hour and a half in the dark, and pour every ounce of honesty that I possessed out to her… and that shit was only the mental half. Emotionally… I felt like I was on the verge of death once I actually sat down and thought about what I did. Not to mention after everything was said and all the truth was spilled, some of the most unfamiliar feelings washed over me… like, shit I’ve never felt or dealt with before. All I know is, if I didn’t have her ass bouncing on my dick right now, she woulda lost her senses and kicked me out… and I would have officially went off the deep end. After my knees nearly buckled as I stood in the middle of the room with her, I finally made it to her bed and turned to sit on the edge of it, giving her a moment of control as she straddled my lap. I leaned back away from her, reaching down for the hem of my beater before yanking it up and over my head. Her hands instantly connected with my shoulders, gripping them as she buried her nails in my flesh. I couldn’t lie… even though it stung like hell, it was still in some weird way turning me on. I slid my hands back down to her waist in a quick attempt to slow her pace… while I was in the process of pulling my shirt off she’d tossed her head back, squeezed her eyes shut, and was concentrating hard on bucking her thick ass hips all over my lap.

“Fuck baby… I thought you didn’t want it.” I groaned, chomping down on my bottom lip as I stared down at the connection the lower half of her body made with mine. She rolled her head back around to one side and pried her eyes open, staring at me through her squinted orbs with her cute lil nostrils flared. Slowly shaking her head, she raised one hand and brushed it loosely through her wild tresses

“I don’t.”

I almost froze up when I heard that, but I quickly rerouted a frown and smirked at her… she was just pulling my leg, I knew she was. Digging the tips of my fingers into the soft flesh of her hips, I stopped her bouncing altogether and raised her until the tip of my dick was nearing the verge of slipping out. “You don’t?” I asked, slowly lowering her and watching intently as her expression suddenly morphed from relaxed to pensive as I filled her up. Shaking her head, she bit down on her bottom lip and leaned back, tossing her head back once more and allowing her long tresses to fall down her moistened back. Her breasts bounced like crazy in my face and I couldn’t resist the urge to lean forward and capture one of them in my mouth and if I wasn’t mistaken, I’d say it tasted damn near like a sweet piece of candy. Pulling her hardened nipple into my mouth, I took a moment to glance up at her before diverting my attention back down as I concentrated on nibbling on her sensitive flesh. She hissed and quickly lowered her head to look down at me, scowling at me for clenching her nipple between my teeth so sharply.

“Tell me you don’t want it.” I demanded, staring up into her exotic eyes.

“I don’t… mmmmm, I don’t want it.” She moaned.

I could feel a deep frown forming on my face as I eyed her just before reaching around behind her to yank her head back by her hair.

“You don’t want your dick no more ma… hmm? You don’t want it in this pussy no more?” I asked, accelerating my stroke until I could hear the addictive sound of her skin slapping hard against mine. Doing the only thing that she could to keep herself balanced on my lap, she arched her back and leaned back, holding onto my knee to steady herself.

“God Chris… slo… slow down.” She squealed.

Slow this shit down Chris… what you rushing for? She not going nowhere… slow the fuck down and savor this pussy. I stared at her chest and blinked stupidly for a few seconds, barely noticing the fact that I’d slowed down until I was nearly frozen. I had never experienced anything like that before. It was almost like that feeling, that deadly feeling, came over me only this time… I was nowhere near angry. I was horny and my hormones were raging , but I wasn’t the least bit close to being upset about anything. Maybe it wasn’t exactly what I was assuming it to be… but maybe…

“CHRIS… I can’t… it’s there… mmmmm, right there…” I quickly refocused my attention on her perspiring and fatigued face and stared at her as she slurred her words to me. She’d shifted one hand to my shoulder, while the other still held on tight to my knee, and raised herself off my throbbing dick. Squeezing her eyes shut, she squealed and shook violently, releasing a wild spray of an orgasm all over the bottom of my stomach and my legs. I knew she didn’t like to be touched when she was like this, but with this sudden overwhelming sense of power taking over my entire body, I didn’t really give a fuck.

I easily slipped my hands back around her petite waist and forced her back down on me, smirking at the sultry sound of her shouting out incoherent demands, particularly for me to stop. Maneuvering back on her bed, I rolled her over onto her back and slowly yet forcefully slipped in and out of her, absolutely adoring the cute little expressions she made as the signs of her first potent orgasm vanished.

“Can I talk to you for a minute baby?” I asked, burying my face in the crook of her brown sugar and fig scented neck. Just moments before I’d lowered my head, I’d taken a quick glance at her and noted that her eyes had rolled back to their rightful positions and she was in the process of catching her breath. After fucking her ass senseless, though I really didn’t intend to do so, I figured I should take the time to love her right. I was determined to redeem myself after what I’d done to her and the best remedy, in my opinion, to patch up this open wound as best as I could was just to love her… and make love to her. I kept my face burrowed in the crook of her neck, whispering my vows to do right by her and never make her hurt or cry the way I’d done in the past week. I wished that at this very moment I had a small velvet box with a diamond encrusted jewel to illustrate my love for her. I did doubt that she would accept it though, now or possibly anytime in the near future. The thought alone sent a deadly feeling of regret directly to the pit of my stomach and I closed my eyes, silently praying that somehow, some fucking way, time could rewind just so I could redo that night and make everything right. I knew the memory would haunt me until the end of time. The only thing I could do to ease that irksome ache was ignore it, push it to the back of my mind and hold onto her, because at this point it really felt like my broken promises and careless actions were pushing her close to an edge I didn’t know if I could pull her back from...

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la-fille-en-aiguilles · 7 years

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Young!Remus Lupin x Female Reader: Vixen (Night Intruder, Part 3)

A/N: So I guess this is it, huh? All is well that ends well - or something like that. You are all probably sick to death of me thanking you for the time and all those emotions I hope you feel when reading this series, but I can assure you, this is the last time. For the Night Intruder, at least. I really hope you like it, though. It’s a bit long - since it’s the last part I wanted to at least try and make it justice - and it’s a lot of fluff. Personally, I’ve never been a huge fan of fluffy fics, but our Remus here deserves some a lot of tender loving care, so I had to suck it and tap it lol Lots of love to you all! Hope you enjoy, lads xx WARNINGS: the usual, basically - swear words, hideous English, the Marauder gang and sweet, sweet Remus. New to the series? Accio first part - Accio second part

You had been asleep for about half an hour when the grand clock struck midnight, but this wasn’t the sound that woke you.

For Lily and Marlene, yesterday’s nightmare with the night intruder seemed to be repeating itself.

“I swear I’m gonna hex his ass!” Lily cried out in between two soft knocks on the door, lifting her braided head from the pillow.

You had barely had time to understand what was actually going on, when Marlene rolled off her bed and made her way to yours, grabbing the edge of your duvet and tearing it off.

“What the?...” you managed, rubbing your eyes, blinking at the sight of a royally pissed off Marlene, hands on her hips.

Before she could answer, another knock announced the nighttime visitor.

“She’s coming!” Marlene yelled out, gripping your hand tightly thus making you whine. She forced you onto your feet and pushed you towards the door.

Lily kept screaming obscenities loud enough for the intruder to hear, as you tried to tune in on what she was saying, slowly approaching the room’s entrance.

“How do you even know it’s me they came for?” you mumbled, running fingers through your hair, trying to make your blurred vision zero in on the doorknob. Marlene snorted behind you back, as your brain finally started to register what Lily was shouting all this time.

“…If you don’t tell Y/N how you feel about her this time, Remus John Lupin, Albus Dumbledore help me, you will be shitting blast-ended baby skrewts till Christmas!...”

You were on the verge of exploding in a fit of laughter, when your tired brain finally processed the information. Your hand froze on the doorknob, as you realized you weren’t ready to have this ‘i-m-sorry-that-i-can’t-be-friends-with-you-anymore’ conversation with Remus just yet.

Your roommates, however, left you no choice.

“Unless you have fucking confessed your eternal love for each other, don’t you bloody dare to come back! Especially you, Moony!” you heard Lily yell and squirmed, absolutely positive that Remus must have heard this one. Pushing the door, you stepped out of the room into the staircase, slamming it shut immediately.

“Sweet baby Godric, why do my friends always have to be so humiliating,” you whispered, listening carefully to what was happening behind closed doors.

“Yeah, welcome to the club, beautiful”.

Your heart skipped a beat at the sound of his rough voice, and nearly tripped over itself when he called you beautiful.

You could make out the soft glow of his eyes in the dark – those of a wolf - as he looked at you like you were everything he had ever wanted. Before either of you could speak, both of you made a step closer to each other.

“I’m not going to pretend I’m sorry for waking you up and creating all this chaos, Y/N, because I…” Remus spoke first, his chest vibrating against your own, as you tried to control your breathing. Before he could continue, you slammed your fist into his shoulder hard enough to make him step back with a surprised puff escaping his scarred lips.

“You, stupid idiot!” you shrieked, throwing messy strands of hair out of your eyes. “What were you fucking thinking, Lupin?... I swear I’m gonna hex those two Slytherin goblins so bad they’re going to wish they were never born!...” Noticing Remus’ lips doing that thing they did when he fought back laughter, you glared at him, pissed out of your mind. “What are you bloody grinning about, you moron? You could have gotten yourself killed in that duel!”

“Or worse…” he muttered, beaming at you, his eyes sparkling. “Expelled.”

“Don’t interrupt me when I’m going Slughorn on your ass, Remus John Lupin!” you were out of breath for a minute there, so you stepped closer to him, trying to appear more threatening. “You think this is funny, don’t you? Everything’s a fucking joke to you! Merlin knows I should have given up on your reckless ass ages ago!” you bit your lip, trying desperately to calm down, but as soon as your gaze landed on Remus’ grinning face, all you wanted to do was Avada Kedavra him. “If you came here to say you’re sorry, you better…”

It all happened in a blink of an eye. His hands wrapping around your waist, Remus pulled you closer, smashing his lips into yours. Your eyes grew wide as he bit your lower lip, forcing you to let his tongue in.

“Will you just shut up for once!” Remus purred against your lips as his hands travelled up your body and finally settled on your cheeks. He caressed your tongue with his, his thumbs rubbing small circles on your cheekbones. You wrapped your hands around his neck, your anger flying out the window, moaning as you felt his hips brush against your own. You would never admit it, even to yourself, but you dreamed of this moment ever since you’d met the charming, yet so painfully oblivious boy three years ago.

“I love you, so fucking much,” he whispered in between the kisses, his lips leaving a burning trail down your neck, his hands buried in your messy hair.

It almost felt like your heart was going to burst, happiness drowning out all the reasonable arguments you had prepared for this life-changing conversation. Yet so many questions were still left unanswered, and as much as you yearned for the idiot’s touch, pretending like three years of ignorance never happened wasn’t your style. With a gargantuan effort, you pushed Remus away and against the wall, both of you staring at each other, your breathing rugged.

“What is all this?” you whispered barely audibly, still shocked at his move. “I anything but shouted at you that I cared for you for the last three years and you couldn’t give a hippogriff’s crap about it. So what changed?”

Remus bit his lips, catching his breath, still looking at you. You knew this sweet boy well enough to see that this was the question he dreaded most. He sank his teeth in his lower lip, closing his eyes, as if seeing you prevented him from thinking straight.

What he said next caught you completely off guard, leaving you gaping at him.

“Y/N, have you met you?” his eyes flew open, not impassive or detached, but with a fire dancing in his pupils, capable of burning you two in a flick of a flame. He made a step towards you, clutching his fists. “The way you look so effortlessly beautiful, and… And that big mouth of yours! I wish I didn’t constantly picture it roaming all over my naked body… Do you have any idea how intimidating all this makes you?!...” he threw his hands in the air and behind his head, turning away from you with a low, wolfish growl. “But guess what?” he suddenly turned back, shrugging with a sarcastic and bitter smile playing on his lips. “I live by the crap you give me! And I’d die for you if you wanted me to!”

You would probably comment on this shocking revelation if, for the first time in your life, you weren’t lost for words, feeling hypnotized, unable to look away from his green and golden irises.

“And now that I’ve told you everything, you won’t even talk to me. Great. Just great!” It was as if you saw your best friend for the first time in your life. He was different, everything about him felt different. Forthright. Ardent. It was a side of him you’d never seen before, and you couldn’t help but wonder what else was hiding behind that calm cool and collected Remus you used to know.

You swallowed the bait. Now you were dead set on getting to know your werewolf inside out.

Lupin motioned towards you, shaking his head, before burying his burning face in his hands.

You needed to say something. You needed to learn how to speak again, and fast.

While you were willing yourself to open your mouth, Remus uncovered his face, still biting his lips, drilling a hole with his glowing eyes in the wall in front of him.

“The only reason for which I didn’t tell you all of this sooner is because I didn’t think…” he started and his voice came to a halt, an enchanted kind of silence reigning over you two.

“What?” as soon as your own question reached your ears, you felt like it came from a third party, hiding somewhere around the corner. Remus was looking at you now, his eyes kissing every millimeter of your exposed skin.

“I…” he paused again, gazing at you, his hands finding their way into the pockets of the pajama bottoms he was wearing. “Godric knows I failed you, Y/N, time and again. I knew I wasn’t ever going to be worth your love, okay?” he snapped, looking away and gulping. “We both know I don’t deserve you and this is never going to change! But I can’t resist you, not anymore!”

Your eyebrows were so high by now they had almost reached the hairline.

“Are you fucking serious right now?” you all but screamed at him, the anger buried inside your chest finally surfacing and arming you with words. Moony stared at you open-mouthed, amazed at your sudden outburst of rage. “For such a brilliant guy, Remus, you sure are pretty fucking dumb!” it was your turn to clench fists now, trying to contain the urge to shake the living soul out of him, if that meant bringing him to his senses. “This world doesn’t deserve you, okay? This entire fucking universe doesn’t deserve you, so sort your shit out before I come down to the Great Hall and kiss your stupid face tomorrow morning!”

You turned your back to Remus, leaving him agape at what you had just said, as you made your way back to your room.

“Actually, come to think of it…” you murmured, slowing down and turning around all of the sudden, cutting the distance between you and shocked Remus in several steps. Genuinely afraid to scare him off, you ran your fingers through his sandy locks, gently and tantalizingly slowly brushing your lips against his.

Once you distanced yourself from him, he exhaled noisily, having held his breath this entire time.

You couldn’t tell for how long you just stood there, looking at each other, engraving this moment of complete and utter happiness in your memory.

“Please don’t skin James, Sirius and Peter alive for telling me about your feelings”, he finally whispered after what seemed like ages, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “They meant well”.

“Don’t they always”, you smirked, as he pulled you in a careful embrace. You closed your eyes, wallowing in the feeling of Rem’s chest pressed tightly to yours – the sensation you would trade for nothing else in the world. “I can’t believe they brought your ass to where it actually belongs for once.”

You could literally feel Remus chuckle at your words as his whole body shook, his lips kissing the top of your head.

“I don’t mind keeping up these nighttime visits though,” Remus said in a low voice, changing the subject, his hands still wrapped around you. Before you could express your opinion on the matter, Lily’s and Marlene’s voices resonated in what seemed like the entire castle.

“OVER MY DEAD BODY!”

The Great Hall was bathing in rays of the morning sun, illuminated. Small, cotton-like clouds hovered over your heads as Lily, Marlene, the Marauders and you all sat at the Gryffindor table, having breakfast.

You didn’t pay much attention to the animated discussion your friends were having – carefully examining the pages of the Charms book you had gotten from the library this morning, you were trying to ignore the warmth Remus was emanating, sitting next to you. Both of you looked rather sleep-deprived, considering you had spent the entire night catching up in the kitchens, binging on butterbeer and chocolate cakes. You bit your lower lip every time you recalled several particularly dear episodes from last night. Now and then your elbows would brush accidentally and you’d exchange knowing smiles – luckily the remaining three marauders were too consumed by their conversation to try and decode your secret language.

“Wolf Whisperer!” you heard Marlene yelp as Sirius smashed his fist on the Divination tome lying on the table, spilling the pumpkin juice all over her plate. The girl glared at him, but Padfoot couldn’t care less – staring expectantly at James and Peter, he waited for the verdict.

“Too long”, Potter finally shook his head no, chewing on his toast. You raised your eyes from the book, finally feeling curious enough to learn what the conversation was all about. That’s when you spotted Malfoy and Crabbe behind James’ back. Surrounded by a dozen of sulking Slytherins, both were staring at your group, obviously hating the view: your friends, all happy and well.

Catching Malfoy’s watery, colorless eyes, you slowly covered Rem’s hand with yours, interlacing your fingers gently. Fear flashing in the Slytherin’s stare, he immediately looked away, his face even more pale than usual.

Lily followed the movement of your hands with her eyes as well, beaming at both you and Remus.

“Queen Bee!” Sirius shared again, serving himself a scone.

“I doubt Y/N’s animagus form would be an insect,” hearing your name, you turned you head in Peter’s direction as he spoke. When Sirius opened his mouth again, you finally realized what the talk had been about all along.

“What about…” Padfoot threw you a meaningful look, “…a vivacious Vixen?”

You heard yourself guffaw, and the sound seemed to be contagious enough to make everybody at your table laugh heartily.

“I really think you should stop watching porn, Sirius,” you commented, still smiling. “It ain’t making you brighter”.

“At all,” Remus nodded, his right hand carefully wrapping around your shoulders and bringing you closer to him.

Sirius looked scandalized, as everyone sitting at the table chuckled at his reaction.

“Whose side are you bloody on, furry ball?” Black shot you two an expression of hurt dignity, making a show of buttering his scone.

You threw you head back on Remus’ shoulder, peaceful smile playing on your lips.

“I thought I made it clear that I am not interested in becoming a member of your secret society,” you claimed lazily, your eyes narrowed at three troublemakers sitting across from you.

“You are now dating a Marauder!” Sirius batted his eyelashes at you innocently, forgetting his meal completely. “You’re a part of the team by association!”

Your eyebrows crept up as you considered his reply.

“Lily is dating James”, you noted reasonably. “I don’t see you trying to come up with stupid nicknames for her”.

Lily’s face stretched in a mask of terror, while Sirius’ expression lit up like a Christmas tree.

“Lily!” he turned her way abruptly, bending over the table in order to see her face, hidden behind Potter’s broad shoulders and thus knocking over the pumpkin juice at last. The contents of the pitcher spread on the table surface, painting it orange. “How do you feel about…”

“Thank you, Y/N!” the red-head interrupted him, taking out her wand and cleaning up the table with a simple spell. Sirius, disappointed at not being heard, was about to speak again when students present in the Great Hall turned towards the Slytherin table, having heard a horrified scream coming from there.

Lucius Malfoy, now sporting an inhumanly long, crooked nose so unlike his own, was slowly but surely turning green and wrinkly. Gerard Crabbe was looking around, shocked, his mouth frozen in a grimace, his eyes producing an insane amount of tears. One could tell he wanted to stop the wailing, but he didn’t seem to be able to.

“Oh my… What’s wrong with Malfoy and Crabbe? They don’t look so good!” Peter voiced what everyone in the hall was thinking, as you felt Sirius’ mischievous glance settle on you.

“I suppose our Vixen here should know,” he grinned at you suggestively, as you tried to suppress a smile of your own.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about”, you felt Remus squeeze your knee lightly under the table, as he gave you a chiding look.

Your lips curled in a half-smirk as you stared at your feet, relishing the warmth of Moony’s hand on your leg.

Maybe you had it in you to become the fifth Marauder after all…

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