#sorry if the gifs are annoying but anything's better than a wall of text lol

[literallymitch]

𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 || 𝐃.𝐃

requested: no

summary: the first part of the reputation series in which the reader first meets Damiano

pairing: Damiano David x famous!reader

word count: 2k

what kind of content: fluff

warnings: drinking

passages written in cursive are flashbacks

some of the lyrics were changed so they would fit the story

Please don’t steal any of my conten and release it elsewhere. Also all of this is fiction. I don’t know these people in real life nor do I know how they act

a/n I I hope you all enjoy this one, as much as I do. I’m so excited about this series jdhidcuheu. What song do you guys think is next? As always please keep in mind english is not my first language. I’m super happy about feedback!!

With a buzzing head I woke up. I shouldn’t have drank so much yesterday. Feeling the after effects of the alcohol I consumed yesterday, I looked at the sleeping figure next to me. A gorgeous man with brown hair and tattoos that fitted him perfectly. I smiled to myself, knowing he was the reason I probably drank a little too much yesterday. There was no way I would have found the courage to actually talk to him otherwise. He looked like an angel sleeping so peacefully in my queen-sized bed. As I looked at his sleeping figure, an idea popped into my head. I grabbed my notebook and went to my balcony that was connected to my bedroom. Looking at him one last time through the huge window in front of me. I opened my notebook and started writing down some lyrics in memory of last night.

You should take it as a compliment That I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk You should think about the consequence Of your magnetic field being a little too strong

“We wanted to start working on our next album soon too.” , the gorgeous man in front of me said with an Italian accent.

After a few drinks I was finally talking to him. I was too busy taking in his beauty that I didn’t really listen  to what he just said to me. All of a sudden, I started giggling.

“You know, your accent is so funny, I love it. Like the way you pronounce some words? Hilarious”.

“Thanks, I guess?”

I cringed a little thinking about this specific moment. If he knew the only reason I was making a fool out of myself in front of him was his magnificent appearance, he would take it as a compliment. He probably already knew that was the reason. How could he not know? It’s not like he has never looked in a mirror. Also, there is no way, I am the first person that had to suffer from his magnetic self. By now he should know what his whole existence is doing to people.

And I got a boyfriend, he's older than us He's in the club doing, I don't know what You're so cool, it makes me hate you so much (I hate you so much)

“Shouldn’t your boyfriend be here as well?” the beautiful Italian boy asked.

“My wha- Oh you mean Andre? He isn’t my boyfriend. The media just made that up after we went out once, and I was caught at two of his games. We haven't talked in months. He’s probably at some club right now, annoying some poor girl.”

At that moment I thought I’ve seen a small smile appear on his face. He then just turned to the bar tender, ordering another beer. God, how could he just keep his cool like this the whole night. Usually it was the other way around. People would stand drunk in front of me trying to make a move, while I just stood there unimpressed. He really made me feel like an insecure fourteen-year-old girl again, and I hated him for that

Whisky on ice, Sunset and Vine You've ruined my life, by not being mine

“The sunset is really beautiful today” Damiano stated sipping on his glass of Whisky. I nodded in agreement while I ate a grape from the vine that was placed on the bar counter.

The bar were at was on top of a small mountain somewhere outside Rome. From there we had a great view over the whole city of Rome and how the sun met the city's skyline. It really was beautiful, still it was nothing compared to him. I wish he would’ve been mine, so I could’ve rested my head on his shoulder right there and then, but he wasn’t.

You should take it as a compliment That I'm talking to everyone here but you (but you, but you)

“I’m glad we’re finally getting a chance to talk after you talked to, well, everyone else at this bar except me.”, the handsome man called me out while he sat down next to me.”

Feeling a bit caught, I just gave him an awkward smile. I tried to come up  with a reasonable excuse, that was less embarrassing than ‘Yeah sorry about that, I was just too scared to talk to you because you look like you’re straight out of my dreams.’

“I’m really sorry about that! It was just that every time I was done talking to someone, the next person already stood behind me wanting to talk.” I lied.

“It’s alright. I guess that's what happens when you’re a world-famous singer.”

And you should think about the consequence Of you touching my hand in the darkened room

It was now 11pm and the sky outside was completely dark. The lights in the bar were also dimmed a bit, creating a cozy atmosphere. Damiano and I were in the middle of our conversation, as he accidentally grabbed my hand, that was resting on the bar counter, instead of his drink. It felt like an electric shock. An electric shock that woke up the butterflies inside my body. My hand started to tingle, and I’m pretty I was full on blushing now.

If you've got a girlfriend, I'm jealous of her But if you're single that's honestly worse 'Cause you're so gorgeous it actually hurts

“So do you have a girlfriend?”,  at this point I was so drunk I didn’t even care how this question came across anymore.

I was pretty sure he in fact had a girlfriend, I mean how could he not looking like this?

“No I don’t.” Thank god. “It’s kinda hard building up a real relationship with someone when you're always busy, but I guess you can tell me a thing or two about it too.”

Oh, yes, I could. Still I would drop everything I was doing right now,  just to be with him.

Chocolate brown eyes looking in mine I feel like I might sink and drown and die

Just as my confidence made a small comeback, I made the mistake to directly look into Damianos beautiful brown eyes. There really wasn’t a single thing about him that wasn’t extremely beautiful. I started to feel a bit dizzy as a wave of heat rushed through my body. What is this man doing to me?

Just thinking about it again made my heart beat three times faster.

You make me so happy, it turns back to sad, yeah There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have You are so gorgeous it makes me so mad You make me so happy, it turns back to sad, yeah There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have

For like the million time this evening, he made a laugh. Great, so he wasn’t just incredibly handsome, but also extremely funny. I didn’t realize how happy I was in his presence until I remembered he wasn’t mine. Suddenly I felt kind of sad, thinking about how I maybe would never see him again after tonight. I just wanted to grab his hand and run away with him. Somewhere I could be alone with him. Somewhere he would be only mine.

Guess I'll just stumble on home to my cats Alone, unless you wanna come along

I looked at the clock that was hanging on the wall behind the bar tender. I was shocked when I realized it was already midnight. There was no way we’ve been talking for like three hours now. I scanned the room for my friends, I went here with in the first place.

“Looking for someone specific?” Damiano asked, now also looking in the direction I was looking in.

“Just my friends, but it seems like they already went home. I’ll check if they texted me” I picked up my phone, checking if I had a message from my friends.

‘Hi babe, we already went home, we were kinda tired. Have fun talking to handsome stranger. You better tell us everything tomorrow ;)’

“Did they text you?”

“Yes, my friend texted me that they already went home. Guess I’ll have to go home alone then. At least my cats are waiting for me.” I stood up and tried to make my way over to the wardrobe to get my coat. Unfortunately I forgot how drunk I actually and almost tripped as I tried to walk. Alcohol and heels really are not a good combo. Thankfully Damiano grabbed my arm helping me to stabilize myself.

“You’re sure, you’ll make it home alone?”

“Yes, I am a big girl. Unless you wanna come along.” I said with a cheeky grin on my face.

Damiano left out a soft chuckle. He paid for our drinks and then accompanied me on my way back home.

“It’s already pretty late, if you want to, you can stay over.” I told him after he brought me up to my bedroom.

“That would be nice, thanks.”

After I got myself ready for bed, I basically fell into my cozy bed, cuddling myself up in my soft sheet.

“You mind telling me where your guestroom is before falling asleep?” the Italian boy asked with an amused look on his face.

“Mmh, I don’t know. Just sleep here, it's fine.” I answered him, already half asleep.

After that, I probably fell asleep, since I don’t remember anything else that happened.

You're so gorgeous I can't say anything to your face (to your face) 'Cause look at your face

“Good morning.” I heard a raspy voice say.

I looked up from my notebook and came face to face with Damiano gorgeous figure. His hair was messy, and he still looked a bit sleepy. Since he just wore a pair of boxer shorts, I could finally see all the tattoos that covered his upper body. All of a sudden I felt the same way as I did last night when I saw him for the first time. The words were stuck in my throat and I felt the anxiety build up in my body. How does he manage to make me feel this way by just existing?

“Good morning. Did you sleep well?” I somehow managed to say.

“Yes I did thank you. What are you doing?” he asked me curiously as he sat down on the garden chair next to me.

“I’m just writing a song. The idea came to mind when I woke up.”

“Not gonna lie, it’s pretty impressive that you’re able to write a song now after you could barely walk yesterday.” a small laugh left his mouth. “Can I see it?”

“No, it’s kinda awful. I’m to hungover to write something good now. I just wanted to write the idea down.” I lied,  I actually really liked the stuff I wrote so far, but he would probably think I’m a freak when he found out I wrote a song about after knowing him for a day.

“Can you at least tell me what it is about?”

“So you can steal my brilliant idea? No, thanks.” we both started laughing. “I can offer you breakfast though”

“I’m fine with that too” he said flashing me his beautiful smile

And I'm so furious At you for making me feel this way But what can I say? You're gorgeous

We were now sitting on my roof garden eating breakfast. Damiano told me some things about his life and what interests he had. As he did, so I looked at him in awe. I really started crushing on him as he continued to talked about his last tour with a huge smile on his face. I hated it that I was practically on my knees for him already, but how could I not? He’s perfect.

“I could really get used to this, you know?” he said out of nowhere.

“Me too.” I responded, not really questioning what he meant.

I also didn’t care as long as it involved us spending time together. I would make him mine no matter what.

#damiano david #måneskin #damiano david fanfiction #damiano david x reader #damiano david imagine #damiano david fluff #damiano maneskin #maneskin #måneskin imagine #taylor swift #reputation #reputation series

[shinehyuk]

hellooo since requests are open can I request a yandere victon where s/o roll their eyes pls?

VICTON reaction to S/O rolling their eyes at them

‣ Genre : yandere

tw/cw : heavy themes, strong language, obsession, abuse, toxic relationships, violence, murder, please do not read if sensitive/uncomfortable!

Seungwoo :

· He was going on and on with the same bullshit that you heard tens of times already, how you need to be a good kitten and obey him, blah, blah, blah. You just couldn't help but roll your eyes on impulse

· You'll regret that faster than you can manage to blink – Seungwoo throwing you against the wall, his hand finding a tight grip on your throat

· "What was that, love? I swear to God, you better fucking tell me my eyes were wrong."

· He doesn't accept any of your worthless apologies or the assuring that it won't ever happen again. If you do something wrong, you pay for it

Seungsik :

· He will cock a brow at you, scoffing at your behavior in frustration. You dare roll your eyes at him? Ha. Funny.

· The thing Seungsik hates the most is such attidute; it's one of the many things that make his blood boil.

· "Behavioral lesson one – any attidute you give me will result in one person getting hurt.. badly. Do you still want to roll your pretty eyes at me, my love?"

· Not shockingly, his method seems to have worked quite well, putting you in place so you never showed even a single sign of your deep hate for him

Chan :

· Chan will simply grin at you – you could not make out what emotion was written on his face. Was it anger? Happiness? Hurt?

· He'll take out his phone, confusing you with his odd actions. Should he not make a remark about your attidute? Didn't it irritate him at least a little bit?

· "You haven't seen your friends in a while, have you, darling? Why don't we go pay them a visit? I already texted them."

· You'll quickly agree to his offer, happy about the thought of reuniting with your friends. Unfortunately for you, the nice meeting will end a little bloody; Chan murdering every single one of your friends before your eyes as a punishment for a small, silly little eye roll

Sejun :

· The male will cock a brow and smirk darkly at you, watching how quickly your annoyed and bored expression changes to pure fear

· Oh darling, you've honestly got to be quite daring to do such a brave thing right in front of his eyes

· Best believe that the male will be more than happy to remind you both about the fact that he doesn't tolerate such attitude and how he punishes brats like you

· "My, my, will you ever learn, darling? If you weren't such a little naughty brat I wouldn't have to hurt you – isn't it so easy, hm?"

Hanse :

· You've really got to be bold to straight up show your annoyance to him without even trying to hide it from the male's gaze

· Once you hear his delusional, sickening laugh you'll instantly know that you're done for – oh, you're certainly in for a ride

· Rest assured that once Hanse takes care of your little brattiness, you'll quickly forget all about ever being annoyed

· "Oh, you're not so brave anymore, are you, love? How cute~"

Byungchan :

· The male's eyes would go wide as he pouts at you sadly, anxiety filling him

· Did he do anything to annoy you? Is he too clingy? But he thought that you liked his affection and him showing his love for you, so why are you annoyed?

· "Did I do something to annoy you..? I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to."

· He wouldn't stop sulking and clinging to you until you explained yourself to him

Subin :

· Wanting to mess with the male a bit, you sighed out loud and rolled your eyes as he was explaining to you why you should obey and stay with him

· He'll scoff right back at you, his cold glare instantly making you look down at your feet in shame

· You should know better than try to annoy him with your stupid, useless actions, shouldn't you?

· "Do that shit one more time and I won't bother calmly explaining to you next time. Understand?"

✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩ a/n ✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩

thank you for requesting! i hope you liked it <3

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None of the gifs are mine!

‣ Taglist :

@atiny-chocolate-chip @lmaoskz @sunoo-bby @https-loverboy-com @heemingyu

#yandere #tw yandere #cw yandere #tw abuse #can you tell i didn't have any ideas for subin's part? 😭 #victon yandere #yandere victon #victon #cw abuse #han seungwoo #hanse #seungsik #subin #sejun #byungchan #heo chan #kpop #kpop yandere #yandere kpop #kpop victon #kpop reactions #victon reactions #not really proofread. sorry

[holdontorogers]

𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐛.𝐛.

gif not mine, credits to owner

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠; tfatws!bucky x bartender!college!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; 2,218

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲; Bucky has a secret place in Brooklyn that he found out as soon as he got his apartment after the blip: the bar you work at.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; +18 ONLY | MINORS DNI, angst, cheating (your bf/ex), hints to oral (f receiving), sex dreams, alcohol consumption, metal arm kink (i guess lol), swearing, friends on their way to lovers, unrequited feelings, mentions of college, stress, let me know if something’s missing and sorry for any typos.

𝐚/𝐧; so this was suppose to be out last weekend but headaches, college and stress delayed the process, hope you enjoy. 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐨𝐬!!!

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“So, pretty amazing what you and Captain America did the other week”, he chuckled more for himself then any other thing as he pretended to ignore the fact that you knew everything about his past — and about him, in general. 

“Yeah well, I guess it feels good to know that the shield is finally with the right person”. You gave him a nice smile and intended to say something else but someone was already calling out asking for their drink, you rolled your eyes playfully for Bucky and walked away.  

Safe to say that Bucky is way more interested in your company than the bar itself, that’s why he would come by almost everyday by the end of the night and stayed for as long as you would like. 

The bar was packed, more than usual, and Bucky pretended to ignore the fact that he was bothered by not having as much of your attention as he planned to. 

Given that between missions and your senior year in college plus all your work at the bar, sometimes visiting you while you moved around the crowded place was one of the only ways you two could spend some time together.

 “It won’t magically fill up you know?” Bucky  was so lost in his thoughts and distracted playing with the now empty beer bottle he didn’t even notice you brought him another one.

“You know I can’t get drunk right, doll?” he said with a playful smirk, “and why would I want to get you drunk?” you winked and went back to attending the other people in the bar as Bucky followed your movements with his eyes. 

He sees you quickly looking at your phone following the action by a frustrated sigh, and he immediately clenches his jaw. Your ass of a boyfriend was probably leading you on yet again on another Thursday night with some lame excuse. Bucky could not believe how poorly this man (boy) treated you. If only Bucky could have the chance to show you how you should properly be loved and cared for...

When you came back to where he stood you seemed even more annoyed.

 “Is everything okay, doll?”, you looked at him with an exhausted expression and a tension between your eyebrows, “yeah, just... can’t wait to finish up and go home, how long are you planning to stay?” Bucky furrowed his brows, were you tired of him? 

“Don’t know yet, why?” you shrugged and looked over your shoulder discreetly “that girl keeps checking you out and I don’t know, maybe you would like to take her home?” I actually would like to go home with you. Bucky could swear this suggestion was as painful to you as it was to him, but he knew that that was only his mind playing tricks with him.

 “I still don’t think I have a way with the ladies right now” your eyebrows rose in amusement and you tried to study his expression “Well, if anything, just tell her your arm vibrates”.  You winked and returned to your duties once again. Meanwhile, Bucky realized the heat in his cheeks thinking about what you said. It’s amazing how much power you had over him, as he imagined how you would react under his arms. 

How soft his right arm would be on your warm skin, how the friction between metal and warmth would drive you insane once his metal arm was touching you... He could see all the different ways that he could make you his, make you forget all the shit you go through everyday, make you feel unique and loved. 

(...)

However, Bucky saw you seemed more upset and stressed out than usual so he decided to stay. He waited until you closed the bar and helped you sort everything out. You looked once again at your phone with a much worse look than before. 

“Doll what’s wrong?” he rarely asked you about your relationship, and always did good in pretending to ignore the frustrated looks you’d constantly give to your phone. 

You met his concerned eyes and saw all his attention in you, which makes your heart soften a little. You unlocked your phone and opened a conversation with one of your friends, showing it to Bucky with watered eyes. 

When he looked at the conversation from a few days ago he used all his self control to not shatter your phone or run down to haunt the man in the pics you showed him. There was a girl pressed against the wall of a club right between your boyfriends arms, and that girl was not you.

All the anger in Bucky’s eyes settled for worry when he looked at you. He held you in his arms and ran his fingers through your hair to calm the silent tears that were falling involuntarily from your face. 

“He’s an asshole and he never deserved you.” You nodded and continued to let yourself be taken care of by Bucky, “and just tell me the words so I can gladly kick his ass”. You laughed and that felt odd, but not surprising since Bucky always brought up the best in you. You had no idea how you two became such close friends, but you were glad to have him in your life. “Thanks Buck, you’re the best friend I could have right now ”. 

As Bucky walked home after taking you home the events of the night went over his head. He was a mess of nerves, angers, worries and sadness. He knew how much you needed a friend right now. He knew how you handled your own feelings and barely talked about it. He knew it was a big deal for you to show him what was going on. And yet the thought of showing you how much better he could treat you if you saw him beyond a friend wouldn’t leave his mind. 

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**Bucky’s lips were drawing your skin like it was meant to be there this whole time. It’s like his mouth was designed to know how to touch you in all the right spots. He would caress your skin and take such good care of you. His words were soft and yet you knew he was in control, and you loved being at his mercy. You were willing to let him do anything as long as his lips never left your body again.

Goosebumps were consuming you as he kept going lower and lower. His lips finally started to trace down your inner thighs as you whisper his name as an exasperated request. Bucky’s lips were wet and soft and hot at the same time. He smirked and finally went down to where you needed him most.**

Your heart was racing as your alarm made you jump scared instead of properly waking up. It took a while to remember where you were and what the hell was going on. You sighed when realizing you just had a dream with your best friend.

You decided to take a cool shower before starting your day, as the minutes you usually lay in bed before forcing yourself to wake up were effectively replaced with a very intense dream that led you to question all your life choices.

Your mind begins to wonder and you asked yourself if Bucky got the phone from that girl in the bar last night. You had a bothered look on your face even though you knew you should not be feeling like this.

And you shouldn’t be having these dreams as well, but it’s been so long since you’ve actually felt good.... It’s been so long since you had an orgasm. It almost felt natural to think of Bucky that way, as if the desire of having him between your legs have been there all this time just waiting for you to notice them. You shook the feeling out of your head - or at least tried to. 

You couldn’t help but think about the recent events of your life. You have been beyond busy and missed so many warning signs from your now past relationship. You left out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, biting your lips and thinking about your situation. 

You’re suddenly annoyed and wondering why the hell you stuck around in the relationship you were at. It wasn’t adding anything else to your life anymore, it wasn’t doing you any good and you were pretty sure the main reason your boyfriend has been so neglecting lately was because he was cheating on you. And you were right. Now you were a breakup hot mess drowning in work and college assignments barely making it through the days without stressing yourself out. 

As the caffeine started its magic and you were getting ready for the day, your boss texted you saying that you could have the day off. She would surely find a way to compensate for this miraculously free day you had but you wouldn’t complain. Today especially was a very much needed day for you to give yourself some tranquility. You got ready for your classes in a very comfy yet cute look that made you feel good and went out.

On your way to college you texted Bucky to see if he was available this afternoon. He was surprised to read about your day off and quickly answered back saying he would be free. You both agreed to meet at Central Park once you were done with classes. Your smile and excitement once again surprising you as your dream would not leave your mind. How would you face him? You had no idea but he was your best friend and one of the closest and greatest person in your life right now. Your frustration of a sex life would not be in the way of this friendship.

The classes went by rather quickly and you were catching up on your readings when Bucky met you at the park. The sun was starting to set and there was something about the sunset atmosphere and Bucky that made his features seem even more in evidence. You smiled and waved at him as he raised his brows and walked happily to where you were. 

“Hey doll, how’s the day been?” he seemed extremely relaxed and care-free as he tugged you in a warm hug, his cologne invading your senses and numbing you for a moment. You cleared your throat before answering him “It’s been weird” you frowned “I was called off work God knows why and I have been able to catch up on most of my readings for school so” you shrugged still surprised with how smooth things were. “So it’s been a good day?” his brows drew together in amusement, and you both started walking aimlessly through the park.

“Yeah it’s been good I guess, weird but peacefully good, what about yours?” his eyes were sparkled with excitement and he had a half smile illuminating his face “I’ve been good, I was watching that show you told me about when you texted me about your free day so, only good moments I guess” he winked as you studied his face and his genuine expression and you felt weird butterflies in your stomach — which you ignored.

“So how do you like Friends?” you poked him teasingly and he smiled “It’s a good show, Alpine and I have good laughs, but I don’t know I feel like it’s something that should be shared you know? I bet watching with someone would make it a hundred times better”. Bucky looked at you as if you should’ve read something between the lines.

You would usually take his words lightly and never question their meanings, but tonight was different. You could almost feel something in the air. You were absolutely sure that it was all on your head but... Something about the way Bucky always looked at you in such admiration and softness. You could spend all of your days studying his expressions and getting to know him. Life may not have been kind to him but kindness was all you knew when it came to James “Bucky” Barnes. 

He cleared his throat and caught your attention. Yep, you were staring at him instead of thinking about an answer. “Sorry doll, I just meant — ” Bucky read your silence as an awkward moment but you were quick to stop him “No! You were right! Friends is absolutely better when you watch with people... I’m sorry, I’ve been a little distracted that’s all” you smiled at him hoping he would take your answer and not think too much about this. Bucky thought you were distant and quiet because of what he found out last night, but the truth was that you couldn’t look at him without thinking about your dream. 

Every single time your eyes met his or that you accidentally touched him was like an electric wave washed over you. The memories you created in your sleep would not leave you as Bucky would do normal things like, winking when telling a joke, wetting or biting his lips. Every little action made you hold out on reacting in a way that would ruin your friendship for good.

Crossing a line with Bucky would be a bad idea, wouldn’t it? 

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x reader smut #bucky barnes oneshots #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes headcanon

[royalydamned]

SOAKED

|Mycroft Holmes x Reader|

|AN|: I haven't written one shot, let alone something x reader in like? two years? maybe? Reader is written as non-specified gender and is only referred to as "you" , so no pronouns for reader. My love for Mycroft suddenly hit me like a truck after years so I had to contribute.

Summary: Bit of rain, whole lot of feelings, and one love confession. Maybe storms aren't that bad, if they show you that you are worthy of love after all. In Mycroft's case for sure.

Mycroft sighed as he rubbed his tired eyes. The clock on the wall in front of him showed early afternoon, yet cold and darkness spread outside of his windows as the sun hid behind heavy clouds early in the morning. Peaceful but gloomy day. Still, the heavy pounding of rain against the glass of widows and road, as well as the rustle of the wet trees in the wind was oddly peaceful and comforting.  He had a hard day of work behind him, and another evening of more work ahead, just another weak attempt to distract himself from a foul mood he was put in because of the complications that came with the weather. 

Important plans, well, to him at least. He was supposed to get to see you.

A busy man he was, that wasn't even up for a question. His schedule tightly packed with meetings, paperwork and more than occasional fixing of his brother's mess, or just simply preventing it, it left a very little time for pleasant distractions such as a quiet time spend with delicious cup of tea and your sweet smile. Today was not the day for distraction it seemed, certainly not as big as your company, that left him flustered and distracted hours after you said your goodbyes. 

Your meetings were always a special occasion, even if they were short, brief and unfrequent because of how far you lived, Mycroft always cherished them for weeks following, replaying your lovely laugh and almost sparkling eyes in his head as he woke up and texted you a good morning message, or as he layed down to sleep and wished you sweet dreams. 

He might have...cared. For you, your happiness, your well being. Much more than he would ever admit, to others that is. Inside his own mind, he knew far too well how utterly enamored he was with you. 

The eldest Holmes wasn't the one to act, God forbid act upon his feelings. He could watch you, with crushing ache in his heart and deep longing as you always talked about your newest acquaintanceship, secretly wishing you held the same sentiments as he did. 

You never seemed to have a shortage of suitors at your heels, one better looking that the other, with charming smiles and magnetic personas. Likeable, social, just as you deserved. While he--, well, there was no need to ruin his day further with self-describtions. He knew very well how others percieved him and how he looked. Sherlock never failed to remind him if he occasionally forgot. 

Mycroft Holmes was aware, that he was nothing anyone would have ever wanted. 

The relationship the two of you had now was more than he could ask for, in all honesty. Time spent together, secrets shared in quiet moments and deep trust you held, it was enough. It was all he needed, if he still could watch over you. 

Outside a thunder struck, pulling him from the spiral of thoughts that he always seemed to fall into in the loneliest moments. With a deep sigh he stood up from behind his desk, eyes burning from how long he stared into the bright computer screen, and made his way downstairs into the liquor cabinet. He deserved a small break. 

His house was dark, almost like a nighttime had fallen outside, but he didn't bother turning on the lights, instead he carefully climbed down the stairs, gripping the wooden railing at the side for security. By the end of the staircase, he deeply regretted his foolish decision, but before he could make even one step towards the nearest lightswitch, a doorbell stopped him. 

Confused, he opened the door, only praying not to see his younger brother and his babysitter standing outside, as he had no intention nor the mood to put up with his obnoxious antics this afternoon, but instead his eyes landed on you. 

A soft surpised gasp escaped his mouth as he saw you on his doorstep, shivering with cold, your clothes completely soaked, excess droplets falling on your face and the tiles outside, and arms cluthing yourself for the tiniest bit of warmth. 

"|Y/N|?" He asked in quiet disbelief, almost as if he thought  he was imagining you. 

"We agreed to meet after too long, like hell a bit of rain would stop me," you replied with a victorious grin, lips almost purple from the cold and your whole body visibly trembling. 

"Foolish," he muttered pulling you gently inside from the atrocious weather. "You are completely soaked."

"You apparently have that effect on me," you smirked, the witty remark escaping your lips without control, and Mycroft was glad you couldn't see the embarrassed shade his cheeks caught. "No, but really, I walked most of the time. You know the tube is too far away from your place, and I didn't have enough money for a cab, I figured it isn't going to be that bad."

"It was." 

"It was," you agreed, rubbing your hands together in quick motions, trying to gain the feeling back into your fingers. 

"You should change or else you'll catch cold, come." You let him grab your hand, his skin pleasantly warm against your cold numbed one. He tried to think about anything else rather than the feeling of your connected hands, there were more important things now than such minor distractions. The image of you walking outside in the storm, just to see him. Just to be with him. It sent the most pleasant feeling into his stomach, the idea that maybe, he was almost as important to you as you were to him. But that was nothing but a wishful thinking, a desire of a naive man, and that is not who Mycroft was. There was no need for false hopes and embellished reality. 

He lead you into his bedroom, the idea of what it would normally mean coloring his cheeks, but he ignored those intrusive thoughts, focusing on helping you warm up in any way possible. "You have to change into dry clothes. Mine should be sufficient for now." 

"Alright." Came your voice from behind him, and he turned around to see your topless form. 

His breath hitched as he quickly dropped his gaze onto the floor, trying to keep the image he saw out of his mind, out of respect for you. No matter how badly he wished to remember it. Your skin glistening with water, body hiding under the clothes he strangely found himself craving, too primal and illogical for himself to admit. It was too hard keeping his head clear, with the sight from a few seconds ago burned into his brain, unable to ignore, unablet to forget, twisting his inside it certain ways he rarely felt before. 

"I will wait outside," he stated finally, pushing the neatly folded pile of clothing towards you without looking up in the slightest, and left the room. 

 When he shut the door after him, he finally felt like he could breathe easily again. Leaning against the doorframe, replaying the moment again and again, against his own better judgemnet, without the willpower to stop himself, and gulped heavily, trying to get rid of the strange sensation inside of him. 

It was like his feelings weren't enough. Like the fact that he, after all, wasn't too different to others, as he was so deeply affected by the helpless emotions of love and how deeply he was hurting with every moment without you. So depended on your presence bringing him joy. Now he steeped so low as physical attraction, pure desire of your touch and your body. He would mock himself if he could, you were just too much. 

A soft click of the doorknob caught his attention, and stayed almost staring, asking himself over and over again, why does he love the sight of you in his clothes so much. 

You hugged yourself tightly, still trembling significanty, but now at least rid of the wet clothes, and smiled up at him, with warmth only you could muster at such a moment. "This is much better, thank you. Sorry for such complications." 

"Nonsense," he huffed almost annoyed, like your health would ever be a complication. To him. Ridiculous. "Come, I think fire and a nice cup of tea will warm you up." Placing a hand on the small of your back, he led you back downstairs, where the big fireplace was. The close proximity the gesture put you in flustered you both, but Mycroft didn't want to let go. And neither did you. 

You turned to him, looking up into his face, smiling mischieviously when he caught your eyes. "Don't you have anything stronger?" 

The corner of his mouth twitched upwards, strongly liking your idea. "Your wish is my command."

Downstairs, he found the thickest blanket he had, tightly wrapping it around your shoulders, and you snuggled into its comfort immediately, watching him struggle to start a fire. 

"I suppose you aren't the one for camping," you mused with a small smile, giggling shortly at his grimace. 

"My, how could you possibly deduce that?" A tiny flame sparked inside, dacing across the thick logs of wood before disappearing under them, and growing rapidly. Mycroft stood up from the ground, dusting off the dirt and ashes from his hands and clothes, and looked rather proudly at his work. 

"I guess I was wrong. You are full of surprises, Mr. Holmes." A warm light from the fireplace illuminated your features, the growing flames sparkling in your eyes, and Mycroft stayed just to watch. He didn't believe in perfection, that concept was unachievable and he never believed in such terms, but as he watched you in this  moment, hair frizzy as they were drying from the water, the messy strands falling into your face, and just  then as he watched the orange light color your skin with small smile on your lips , he though you were the only one that came close. 

"Well," he inhaled sharply, pulling himself from the love-sick trance, and smiled back at you, the expression coming off more forced than it really was. "I shall go and fetch us something to drink." 

Later he came back with two short glasses and bottle of a still unopened liquor bottle, sealed with silver paper and a stamp of the highest quality, almost unnoticable smile playing on his lips as he made his way back to you, where you set cross-legged on the little carpet right in front of the fire. He copied your position, awkardly folding his legs, your knees almost touching, and placed the two glasses into the space between you. 

"I'm just," he started unsurely, pouring each of you a glass with impressive precision in the amount, and looked at you again, almost shyly. "I'm very glad we got to spend our evening together after all."

"I'm very glad as well Mycroft," you answered, a fond look in your eyes as you looked at the man in front of you and raised your glass in a silent gesture. He repeated the motion, nodding his head courtly your direction, and took a small sip, watching you in astonishment as you drank it all at once. "Getting warmer already," you laughed, watching the smile on his face widen at your comment and poured you another glass. 

You set together for what felt like hours, and maybe it was, in comfortable silence by the melody of the cracking fire beside you, the bottle almost fully drank and the personal space between you long gone. Your feet were tangled together in the middle, knees pressed against each other, both supporting your heads on your hands as you talked, with blissful smiles and faces almost too close. 

Mycroft adjusted his posture, resting his chin on his connected hands supported on his thighs as he watched you attentively, noticing and drinking in every detail of your face, your voice your tipsy mannerisms. He could never tear his gaze off you, you were captivating, like a mysterious painting hanging in the gallery, attracting everyone to look, to try to figure it out, and know everything about it. But he knew everything about you, and still he wanted to learn even more. Secrets you never told him, things he simply couldn't just see. Every morning he wanted to see your face, to give him the strenght to go through it, and ever evening he wanted to come back to it, because you felt like home. And Mycroft hated himself for being so melodramatic. This wasn't him, all these thoughts, all these emotions, they were stronger than his healthy judgement, which was already clouded by alcohol. 

 "Wasn't your partner worried, just going outside in such a storm?" You huffed out a breath, both amusement and annoyance mixing in that display of emotion, and Mycroft quite couldn't place, what it meant. 

"We broke up several days ago."

"I am very sorry to hear that," he said genuinely, even though inside he felt selfish joy that he won't have to hear about yet  another perfect match for you, another reminder of everything he wasn't. And could never be. Nothing you wanted nor needed. 

"Don't be, nobody I met yet was really for me," you mumbled, dropping your eyes into the empty glass in your hands, brows furrowed in deep thought.

"Why is that?" He took the last sip from his glass and carefully set it on the coffee table by his side, his full attention at you again. 

"When you meet so many people, good-looking, charming and kind people, but none of them fits you, none of them is right because you set impossible standard, almost unachievable by most people." You set aside your own glass, shifting even closer to him, hearing how he took in a sharp breath, hesitantly straightening his back. 

"That must happen when one deserves perfection," he answered looking longinly into your eyes, unable to look away. You were truly hypnotising, the only thing he could look at hours without  a break and never get tired. The only person he grew to love so deeply. Truly one of a kind. 

"Oh, not perfection, heavens no," you laghed, throwing your head back a little at that, and he still couldn't look away. Why was it so amusing, someone as perfect, as flawless, deserved nothing less than the same. "The thing being, that it's too far from perfection, and in a world where people desire nothing more than to eliminate their flaws, something perfectly imperfect is unachievable."

You leaned closer to him, licking your lips, already pink and sweet again, without realizing, and he almost lost his control. Swallowing heavily, he forced himself to look back into your eyes, trying to forget about the questions appearing in his mind. How would your lips possibly taste? How would it feel having you so close? Heating you up with his own body, blanket too long forgotten?

He couldn't think that way. He had to collect himself, but he didn't know how. Subconciously, he leaned in as well, the gap between your faces just inches apart, your breaths almost shared in one, and it felt like he was dreaming. If that was the truth, he never wanted to wake up.  

"They all lacked just one thing though," you whispered, placing your hand on his leg for support, making Mycroft to freeze completely, too disturbed by the contact and the overwhelming heat it sent through his body to think about anything else. 

"That being?" he forced himself to say, his throat tight and voice quiet, almost as if he had lost his breath. 

"They just weren't...you." A simple statement, a plain sentence bearing more meaning than most conversations he had been part of. His gaze abruptly shot back up, cathing he own almost instantly, but no words made their way out. He couldn't talk nor move, shock too obvious on his features, that even a child would know. 

His hands moved on his own, the other times brilliant brain, his biggest pride during his whole life now shut off by a few simple words, his body moving without a single though. Your cheek was warm already, burning hot under his skin as he gently caressed it, moving out a fallen strand from your face, tracing your cheekbone with his thumb like you were the most fragile thing in the world. 

"May I kiss you?" you breathed out, your eyes looking up at him, sparkling with emotion he thought he would never see in them, and he nodded, fulfilling himself the one wish that seemed too impossible for a realistic man to hold. 

Your lips met in the middle, slow and hesitant as you both silently prayed you wouldn't wake u in the middle of the nigh and find out it was yet another dream. 

He sighed deeply into the kiss as you moved to sit in his lap and deepened the kiss, pressing your lips against his more roughly, more needily, hands carefully placed on his neck and your whole body so deliciously pressed against his. So hot and soft, an opposite picture to your arrival, sinding the most pleasant shivers through his whole body with every slight movement in his arms. Mycroft's arms ended up wrapped around your waist, tightly cluthing your body to his like he was afraid you would leave. He couldn't let go. He never wanted to let go. 

After a short while, seconds, maybe minutes, he didn't know, the best moments of his life, you pulled away, only slightly to cath your breath, and rested your own forehead against his. He could smell the rain in your hair and your unique scent all around him, and he wanted to remember it all. Every single detail, to replay it, to dream it. To live it. 

"I love you," he said quietly, too long of a silence from his last words, and finally gather up the courage to open his eyes and look at you again. At your glowing eyes and wide smile, at your messy hair and body tangled in his blanket, in his own gaze, you were the perfect everyone seeked. 

"I love you too Mycroft."

And he never wanted to hear a sentence repeated so much as in that moment. Fortunately, you would never get tired of saying it. 

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Tricked Into It (Greg Gerwitz x Reader)

Word Count: 1,957

Pairing: Greg Gerwitz aka Mouse x Reader

Summary: Ever since your last breakup with someone who cheated and abused the love you had for them, you have been wary of dating. And it doesn’t help when your friend Kim Burgess won’t stop pestering you about some cute techie guy at the 21st District.

Warnings: talk of bad relationship (cheating, emotional abuse, PTSD from the relationship), descriptions of what might be an anxiety attack (I described feeling anxious but it ended up bordering on what could have almost been an attack.)

A/N: So I am working on a Kelly Severide Imagine, but I’m a but stuck on it so I came up with the idea that I take the last imagine I wrote, the other Mouse Imagine and make it into a little series of one shots, mainly cause I wanted to explore the relationship of Mouse and this librarian!reader. So this is a sort of prequel to the first Mouse imagine, how they first met which is talked about in the other imagine.

HERE is the first Librarian!Reader fic if you want to check it out!!

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“Kim, I swear to god!”

You slammed your book shut with a snap and looked up at the Chicago police officer, aka Kim Burgess aka your best friend, in front of you. She looked almost as annoyed as you felt, rolling her eyes and sitting down on your couch across you in your reading chair. Kim had come over after her shift at the 21st District ended, and only after a couple of minutes of peace, Kim started up on her latest crusade; your love life.

“Y/N...”

“No! I get that you care, believe me, but I don’t need you trying to set me up with someone.” You said with a heavy sigh. 

Kim scooted closer to you and leaned forward, trying to catch your eye which was avoiding hers, “Hey,” She paused and waited for you to look her in the eye, “I just want you to be happy. And I think this guy is a good match for you. Much better than -”

“Don’t say their name.”

“...Fine. But Mouse is so your type!”

You were about to start arguing again when her words actually registered into your head, “His name is Mouse? There is no way that this cop’s name is Mouse.”

“Okay one, he isn’t a cop. He is a tech expert that works with Intelligence, a civilian hired by the unit and the department. And two, Mouse is just what everyone calls him, its a nickname from when he was younger.” Kim explained.

“Tech guy?” 

“Yeah, crazy smart when it comes to hacking and stuff like that. He got the job after hacking into Voight’s cell phone in like a couple of seconds. And he was in the Rangers with Jay, plus he is pretty funny and cute.”

You looked away from Kim as you thought it through. Clearly Kim was just looking out for you, but there was no way this guy, this super-smart-tech-genius-ex-ranger, could ever be interested in someone like you. You were just a simple librarian at Chicago Public Library, living alone aside from your cat companion, Geraldine. You hadn’t done anything extraordinary with your life, and as your thought process started to spiral in an anxious tizzy, you started to shake your head.

“No, no I can’t see this guy. He wouldn’t want to get stuck with some boring librarian.” You said, your body shrinking in on itself as your self confidence crumbled. All the comments your ex significant other made to you while you were still dating came popping up into your mind one after the other after the other. Comments on your weight, your looks, how you were boring and that was why they stepped out and cheated on you any chance they could. Tears were misting in your eyes and you tried blinking them away, not wanting to cry in front of Kim.

“Y/N-”

“I mean it Kim. Drop it.”

Kim looked you over and saw how you had retreated into yourself, clearly looking uncomfortable with the topic. That’s when she sighed and nodded, forcing a small smile on her face, “Okay.”

                                                        ---

A week has passed since the confrontation with Kim about that techie guy, and you were slowly trying to purge the whole instance from your head and get back to your quiet life. Every once in a while, the conversation would slide to the forefront of your mind, along with your anxiety-fueled spiral about your ex, and you would try and shake away the ordeal. It had made you feel small and disgusting thinking about your ex and how your self worth was diminished because of them, and you never wanted to go back to that place again. Even if that meant never being in another relationship again.

On Friday, you had gotten a text from Kim around midday about having a girl’s night and heading out to have a drink at Molly’s, this pub which had become pretty popular with the cops of the Intelligence Unit. You had been once before, and one of the owners, Gabbie Dawson, was really nice to you when Kim introduced her. So you agreed, excited to go out and hang out with Kim. 

Once you got out of work around 6, you got back to your small one bedroom apartment and fed Geraldine before retreating to your room to figure out what to wear. You settled on a pair of slender black pants and a long sleeved dark green blouse matched with a pair of green heels. Once you showered, dried and got your hair the exact way you like it, added a little makeup and got dressed, it was time to head out and meet Kim at Molly’s. You drove to the neighborhood where the pub was, some cars already lining the streets letting you know that Molly’s would probably be busy.

You parked, and hurried to get inside, pulling your winter coat around you a litter tighter as a gust of wind tried to chill you to the bone. The November night air was lung chilling and while you weren’t dressed like those young twenty-somethings with short dresses and no coats, you still did not want to waste another second with the wind chill. Once you got in, you saw that your assumption about the pub being busy was right, many people scattered around the bar, others in groups were seated or standing next to tables against the other wall. You looked around, trying to catch Kim’s face in the crowd but having trouble with how crowded. You pealed off your coat and made your way to the bar where you saw an older man behind the counter, cleaning off a glass. 

“Excuse me?” You said, slipping into the space in front of the bar, and accidentally grazing your arm against the guy sitting down to your right, “Oh sorry.” You said quickly to the guy, not really looking in his direction so you didn’t notice when he started staring at you in awe.

“What can I get ya?” The older man said as he put the glass down and gave you his full attention.

“I know this is probably a long shot, but my friend comes to this bar a lot and I was just wondering if you’ve seen her tonight? Kim Burgess?”

“Ah! I know Burgess. From the 21st District?”

“Yeah! Yes, that’s her.”

The man smiled before turning around and grabbing something from behind the bar and then turned back to you, “I haven’t seen her, but she called about 5 minutes ago saying that her friend would be stopping by tonight. She also said to get her a vodka cranberry on her and to give her this.”

He handed you a napkin and then turned away, most likely to get your drink ready. You looked down at the napkin with a rough note written on it, reading out loud the note, “Hey, something came up super last minute, have a drink on me and enjoy the night. Sorry, --Kim.”

“Sorry about that, kid.” The man said as he returned with your drink, giving you a warm smile that also had a hint of pity in it. 

“No problem. It’s not your fault.”

With one more smile he headed towards the other end of the bar, leaving you with your drink. You let out a sigh and brought the drink to your lips, trying to figure out what you were going to do next when a voice from next to you started speaking.

“You’re friends with Burgess?”

Looking over, it was the guy you had apologized to earlier. Now that you weren’t in a rush to find Kim, you got a good look at him. He had brown hair, you could almost consider it floppy-like if it didn’t also have a clean-cut feel to it. The man’s eyes were bright blue, and they looked at you with a mix of intrigue and surprise. He was wearing a blue button-up which matched his eyes, the first few buttons undone.

“Yeah, do you know her?” You asked. He nodded and looked down to his beer bottle, his fingers anxiously playing with the paper label.

“I-I work with her at the district.” He explained. “Are you one of her flight attendant friends?”

“No, god no. I’m a librarian at the Chicago Public Library.”

“Oh, that’s cool.”

“You don’t have to lie. I know it’s boring..”

“No! I genuinely think it’s cool. I-I mean I’m not a huge book guy myself but-but I did read a lot of Shakespeare in school and that was really cool, especially the-the one about the guy who dressed as a woman to hide from a mob or something and everyone thought he was a witch?” The guy rambled, his face flushing as he tried to save himself. You smirked at the clumsiness of his words and took a drink of your cocktail.

“The Merry Wives of Windsor?” You offered, and the guy snapped at the name.

“Yeah, yeah. The whole play now that I think about it went over my head at 16. But I was too interested in the Blackhawks and code. Like-Like the game that happened the other night, I was invested until that left winger from the Rangers totally checked Hartman and they put-”

“Hartman in the penalty box! Yes!! With only 3 minutes left on the clock and the take out the best right winger on the ice.” You jumped in, a smile growing on your face as the topic of hockey came up. “If he was still playing the Blackhawks would have got at least 2 more points and would have won instead of losing to the worst team in the league.”

The guy sputtered his drink and starts laughing, and immediately think its cause you had embarrassed yourself and he was laughing at you, not what you said. That was until he smiled at you and nodded his head. 

“I couldn’t have said it better myself.”

You felt a small fluttering in you chest when he smiled, something about him not making you nervous or anxious which was a change. With a smile on your own face, you put your hand out to him, “I’m Y/N by the way. Y/N L/N.”

“Greg Gerwitz.” Greg took your hand and shook it, lingering for a couple extra seconds before pulling away. “Or you can call me Mouse.”

You froze as he said that, your eyes widening in shock. He seemed to see your reaction and frowned, “Or not?”

“No, sorry.” You said quickly, trying to recover. “It-Its just that Burgess has been trying to set me up with you for the last few weeks.”

“Wait...oh! You’re that librarian! Burgess has been telling me about you too.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, says how you are the best person ever and that I would like you the minute we met.” He chuckled. Greg smirked and turned more towards you, “And she wasn’t wrong.”

You flushed, feeling the heat of your blush against your cheeks as his smirk widened. It was quiet between the two of you as the pub continued with it’s noise like it wasn’t watching the start of something amazing. Greg then spoke up, getting your attention again, “Hey, I know this might seem fast but I really like talking to you.”

“I really like talking to you too.”

“Really?” He asked, his face getting red again as his smirk melted away into a nervous smile, “Well, what would you say about a date? Maybe the Blackhawks game tomorrow?”

It took quicker than you thought, but all your anxiety from the week before seemed like a long lost bad dream and you just wanted to spend some time with Greg Gerwitz.

“I would love to.”

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lovey-dovey

pairing: tsukishima kei x reader

warnings: fluff sorry i’m desperate af

a/n: haven’t written anything for haikyuu before, so i had to start with the best boy tsukki 🥰

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Tsukishima wasn’t the clingy type.

You knew that from the very beginning, and it absolutely wasn’t a problem for you.  He needed his personal space.  When he wanted to be with you, he made it crystal clear, either showing up at your apartment without a warning or sending you a nonchalant text asking if you wanted to go somewhere.

His moves were always subtle.  It was like he was still cautious, wondering if at any moment he’d accidentally hurt you.

You perked up as you heard a knock on your apartment door.  Scrambling to your feet, you answered it, finding Yachi with her usual wide-eyed expression.

“Oh, Y/N!” she exclaimed.  “I just wanted to drop off some meat buns!  Daichi-senpai was pretty generous today.”

You laughed.  “Isn’t he always?”  You took the bag.  “Thanks, Yachi!”

“Anytime!” she cheered with a bright smile.  “You should come by practice again.  We really miss having you.”

“Classes should lighten up soon,” you said.  “I’ll swing by sometime.”

Your eyes widened as Tsukishima walked up behind Yachi, his eyes looking as tired as ever.

She turned and jumped.  “Oh!  Hi, Tsukishima!”  

Her eyes darted from him to you.  

“I’ll...I’ll take my leave then.  See you later, Y/N!”

You waved her off before he pushed you back inside.

“Tsukki, what the --”

The two of you would’ve crashed over the small step if it weren’t for you grabbing onto the side of the wall.  As the front door closed with a soft click, you found yourself underneath the tall boy.

His head was buried deep in the crook of your neck, gentle warm breaths tickling your skin.  You couldn’t help but feel butterflies as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Tsukki?” you tried.

“Just let me stay like this,” he mumbled.  “I’ve been dealing with dumbasses all day.  I need to recharge.”

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck before playing with his baby curls.  “Hinata and Kageyama?”

“Nishinoya and Tanaka.”

Lightly rolling your eyes, you continued playing with his hair.  “Poor you.”

He tickled your side.  “Not funny.  They took my dino keychain.”

You couldn’t help but laugh.  For being a huge, threatening, salty giant, Tsukishima was nothing more than a cute little kid.  

“I’ll buy you all the dino keychains in the world,” you said softly.

“Really?”

“Really.”

You could feel him smile as he pressed his lips into your skin.  “You’re the best.”

“I know.”

The two of you ended up studying in your room, snacking on the meat buns Yachi brought.  

You found yourself watching him as you studied.  The sudden hug certainly caught you by surprise.  It couldn’t have just been because of his dino keychain.  

As annoying as Nishinoya and Tanaka were sometimes, it wasn’t enough to completely flip a switch.  You were sure something was troubling him, but you couldn’t seem to muster the courage to ask.

“It’s late, Tsukki,” you said, glancing at the clock.  

“Hm...”

“Wanna stay over?”

“Tempting,” he admitted, his gaze still fixed on his homework.  “But I should get back soon.”

A heavy sigh escaped your lips before you scooted closer to him, gently closing his notebook.  “Come on.  Talk to me.”

He blinked with confusion.  “I am.”

Rolling your eyes, you closed his notebook, earning more confusion.  He watched as you leaned against the table, staring straight at him.

“What?” he said.

“What’s wrong?”

He turned away, his glasses flashing in the light.  “Nothing.”

You found yourself playing with his hands, interlocking your fingers in his.  “You sure?”

He sighed, his eyes still averted as a blush colored his cheeks.  

“Do...do you wish I was a better boyfriend?”

You blinked.  “What?”

“You know,” he continued.  “Someone who’s able to spend more time with you and be super...I don’t know...lovey-dovey...”

You laughed, earning some relief in his expression.  “Who are you, and what have you done with Tsukishima Kei?” you teased before holding his hand.  “I love you just the way you are, silly.”

His cheeks grew redder.  

“I...love you too...”  He bit his lip before giving a small smile.  “But maybe I can be more...lovey...dovey...”  He shook his head.  “And give you the attention you deserve.”

You poked his side, making him cover his face with embarrassment.  

“You’re acting weird, Tsukki.  Weirder than usual,” you said.  “But I’ll take lovey-dovey Tsukki any day.”

Without a warning, he hooked his large hand around the base of your neck and pulled you close until your lips locked.  He cupped your face with his other hand gently.

Somehow the two of you ended up cuddling on your bed.  Everything seemed out of the ordinary but not forced.  You held his arm that lay over your waist as he pulled you closer.

It was as you looked into his golden eyes that you felt so lucky.

He placed a small kiss on your forehead.  “Are you free tomorrow?  You should come to our game.”

You blinked.  Tsukishima never liked having you at games.  He always thought the support was embarrassing, especially when his older brother had time to show up.  

“Sure,” you replied with a grin.  You couldn’t help but giggle.

“What’s so funny?” he murmured.

You lay your head against his chest.  “I like you, Tsukishima.”

His chest vibrated with a chuckle as his blush returned.

“Idiot.”

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[purpleyellow]

Stair talk

NCT 22nd member / Dream 8th member

Bee’s Masterlist

“Bee and Mark talk things out”

a/n: Thank you to @cessylynn​ for requesting this!! Don’t be shy and interact a little, ask box is always open. Any kind of feedback will be very appreciated💛 Requests are open!

“Don’t you think it is time you and Mark figure out whatever is going on?” Haechan suddenly asked Bee when they were going back to the dorms. The manager driving the minivan too focused on the road and the radio to listen to them. 

“I agree” Chenle mumbled from next to her and Jisung nodded. The girl knew if anyone else was there this conversation wouldn’t be happening since they would avoid the topic to not make her nervous. But the three of them were honest with the girl, and she appreciated them for it.

“There isn’t anything going on” She whispered, turning around so she was facing him on the seat behind her.

“That’s the point, you’re not even friends anymore” Haechan sighed and placed a hand on her arm “I get that you have your own timing, but at some point, you’ll need to coexist without making us want to die”

“The two of you are our friends, not to mention we literally work together” Jisung pointed out from his seat “It’s as bad for us as it’s for you”

“I love you but I swear sometimes I want to scream from how awkward things get” Chenle rolled his eyes without looking up from his phone.

“Well, what if I don’t have anything to talk about?” Bee frowned looking at the oldest “It might be hard for you to hear but I don’t know how to revert things”

“Just think about it and if you need a way to talk to him tell me” Donghyuck sighed and leaned back on his seat, as much as it frustrated him he was glad she could open up better to him after he understood how she worked.

The girl thought about it before going to sleep and she did agree that there were some things she needed to say to Mark, not for her to feel better but so he could understand that everything was fine with her. 

The time avoiding him helped her miss the friendship they had grown for over two years, making the once romantic feelings she had insignificant compared to bringing peace back into the friend group.  

“Hey” She whispered to the phone after Haechan picked up “I think I’m ready to talk to Mark”

“Right now?” The boy asked, referring to the time, but in the background, she could hear the sound of shooting “It’s pretty late already, do you think you can wait for tomorrow?”

“You’re playing overwatch with him right now aren’t you?” The girl giggled and he hummed.

“I’m kicking his ass if it’s worth something” The smirk was evident in his voice “I’ll text you in like fifteen minutes when we’re done. Oh, shi-”

The call ended out of nowhere and Bee sighed, maybe it was a dumb idea and she should just go to sleep, but her nerves didn’t let her rest, making every minute drag out until Hyuck texted her.

“Meet us in the stairs”

Picking up a hoodie to put on top of her nightwear, the girl left the apartment and walked as silently as possible to the staircase. 

Some hushed complaints from Mark giving it away to her that Haechan hadn’t explained to him what was going on, the girl rolled her eyes at his dramatic nature and opened the metal door shutting them both up.

“There you are” Hyuck smiled at her and started walking up the stairs, “Have a good talk, good night”

“What? Where are you-” Mark turned to him and the girl confused, making her sigh and sit on the step where he was standing.

“He said we needed to talk” Bee mumbled, intertwining her hands and the boy nodded sitting next to her.

“I didn’t push her into doing anything” Haechan’s voice echoed through the stairs as a warning and the girl rolled her eyes.

“Can you please leave?” She screamed at him, looking up at the ceiling like she could see where he was.

“Two floors left wait” He screamed back and they stayed in silence for a few seconds “Okay, bye”

The sound of a metal door closing made the girl look back down and nod, getting herself ready to say what she wanted to.

“We were talking about how things became weird over the past month” She sighed and he nodded for her to continue “And I wanted to say to you that you don’t need to be like that I guess”

“Be like what?” Mark frowned looking at her “I’m doing whatever I can not to make you uncomfortable and you’re saying I’m the reason this situation is happening”

“What? No, I’m just- Wait” The girl took a few seconds to breath and looked at the bracelet on her wrist, trying to focus on something else than the person next to her “What I mean is we’re both awkward with each other, and I’m thankful you’re trying to make things better, but whenever we make eye contact you look like you just murdered someone”

“What?” He whispered incredulously and the girl sighed annoyed.

“You feel guilty, Mark” She turned to him and held his arm, “You think it’s your fault I was sad but it isn’t. I had feelings and you didn’t reciprocate them, it’s life I get that now”

“We’ll I could have tried, I talked to you, and maybe if I had insisted” He started gesturing and she let go of him, resting her back on the wall and staring at him annoyed, something he’d never seen happen.

“When you fake feeling for someone, you’re doing nothing but boosting your ego for being a nice person,” She said sadly making air quotes and leaving him silent “And it made me feel bad because you thought you needed to protect me from something”

“I didn’t do it on purpose,” Mark said softly after some seconds and she lowered her head again “Everyone takes such good care of you, I feel like I should do the same. I care about you much sooner than any of this happened, I’m sorry I made things worse”

“You didn’t, it was the outcome of a lot of things” The girl shrugged her shoulders “You’re the nicest person I know” She laughed emotionless and felt a tear sliding down her face “Can you please just be my friend again?”

Reaching forward and hugging her, Mark rubbed her back with one hand while apologizing “Everything grew out of proportion, I’m sorry I wanted to give you space” He said and she shook her head.

“I needed it to let my mind be clearer, thank you.” She pushed him away to dry her tears “It’s water under the bridge now, we can be normal again right?” Bee stuck out her pinky finger and Mark laughed before crossing it with his.

“Do you want to pretend none of this happened?” He asked after standing and helping her up.

“No, it happened, it’s fine” The girl shrugged her shoulders “We grew out of it, in like, two weeks you can make fun of me for liking you like that”

“T-Two weeks?” Mark asked taken back “How do you know it’s going to take that long for-”

“It’s not” The girl giggled and started mumbling “I’m over it you don’t have to get nervous. I know I like to dream but I wasn’t going to be delusional and pray for you to suddenly like me back. Anyways, we should get going you’re probably more tired than I am”

“Oh” He looked at her walking down the stairs and shook his head smiling, Mark didn’t expect for things to be fine that fast “Yeah, good night”

#nct dream oc #nct oc #nct 22nd member #nct dream 8th member #nct dream au #nct dream addition #nct dream female addition #nct au #nct addition #nct additional member #nct female member #nct female addition #kpop addition #kpop oc #kpop au #kpop female oc #k pop oc #k pop au #k pop addition #female!addition #female!oc #female!kpop #female!koc #koc #Bee

[whitesparrows97]

Cat’s Cradle – Part 2

Pairing: Cat Hybrid!Yoongi x Human!Reader/Min Yoongi x Reader (slight Namjoon x Reader)

Warnings: This whole series contains angst und explicit sexual content. Also I’m sorry but Namjoon is kind of a dick in this story. There’s harassment and even more guys who make snide comments in this chapter.

Word Count: 4.8K

Note: I would not have expected so much feedback at all! Thanks to everyone who reads this story and maybe even left a comment. I am happy about every feedback, no matter how small it is! I hope you enjoy this chapter as well. The third chapter will follow on Wednesday! Have a nice remaining weekend or a good start into the new week, depending on where you live!

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You were glad it had happened Friday because you spent the whole weekend in bed. You didn’t even go out to take a shower and knew that if Yoongi found out, he’d probably wrinkle his nose. But he probably didn’t even care anymore. You heard him and his girlfriend laughing in the living room a few times and cooking together, but you didn’t dare to go outside. The fear of running into one of them and having to justify your current state was too strong.

You looked at your current state in the small mirror next to your door and examined your sore eyes and dried lips, which had been chapped by the salty tears. If you did not know better, you would think you were sick. Even though you felt just as shitty as if you were. 

Every laugh of Seo-yeon only made you curl up more in your blanket and pull the pillow over your ears so you wouldn’t have to listen to the sound anymore. Because with every laugh you became a bit sadder. 

But that changed when almost a week later you sat at an important presentation for work. Work the past week had almost been torture, but you tried to look at it positively, that you didn’t have to bear Seo-yeon’s laughter anymore. Instead, you were pierced by Seokjin’s questions almost every day. You knew he meant well and was worried. However, his constant indirect reminders of Yoongi’s and your fight didn’t help you to forget it. So the fact that your boss gave you such an important task at that time was both a curse and a blessing. That’s why you found yourself in your bed on Thursday night.

Annoyed you looked at the screen of your laptop, which you balanced on your thighs. If it weren’t for the constant background noise you would probably have dozed off long ago. The warm blanket and the comfortable pillow in your back didn’t make it easier to keep your eyes open. But every time you closed your eyes for even a moment, the giggling in the room next to you brought you back to reality.

On the one hand, this was a good thing, so that you stayed awake and didn’t drift off into the land of dreams. On the other hand, the sounds also disturbed you from being productive. Still you had hardly written anything into the presentation slides, you noticed with an annoyed sigh. You had to finish the presentation by tomorrow morning and still be reasonably fit to survive the presentation itself. The client you would be presenting to was important and it was a big responsibility on your shoulders not to mess it up.

You took a deep breath to get enough oxygen back into your brain and tried to concentrate again. Okay, you thought to yourself when you focused on the monitor again, you could do this. You typed a word when you flinched because of a loud moan.

He couldn’t be serious.

Your eyes fell on the small clock in the corner of the monitor and you closed your eyes for a moment in despair. It was already after midnight. A short moment of panic overcame you that you would not be able to finish the presentation in time. You had already given up on the idea that you would show up well rested for the appointment. The only question was whether you would be able to show anything at all. So far you had put the introduction to the topic and the first sub-topic in the document for the presentation. You still had to think about the remaining five points and your conclusion. Not to mention your text itself.

You tried it with headphones and loud music to suppress the sounds from the room next door. But that didn’t really help either, because you couldn’t concentrate on your own thoughts anymore. Frustrated you ripped them off your head again and threw them to the end of the bed. 

“Ah, Yoongi–Ah!” the female voice reached you and you covered your ears for a moment.

That Yoongi was so cold to you was one thing. One thing you still couldn’t handle but had to get used to, eventually. But the fact that he apparently didn’t care at all that you were still living in the apartment, made your heart ache. Even if he didn’t know that you had an important presentation the next day, he knew very well that you had to get up early for work. His behaviour was disrespectful and he was probably more than aware of that.

It was no use, you had to do something. Otherwise you would go crazy. You took your hands off your ears and immediately his girlfriend’s moaning surrounded you again. But what was even worse and almost made you stumble when you jumped out of bed as fast as possible was Yoongi’s moaning, which mixed with hers now. You really didn’t need to hear that.

Your bare feet stumbled across the wooden floor and you had to suppress a shiver as your hand clasped the cold door handle. The hallway was dark and with quick steps you walked the few meters to Yoongi’s room door. For a moment you hesitated as you listened to the sounds from inside. You put yourself in their position and would not want to be disturbed during this act. On the other hand, you and Namjoon were always considerate of Yoongi, at least when it came to the late evening hours.

There was no such thing as consideration in this case. 

“Yoongi! Harder! Fuck me harder!” You had to suppress a momentary gag reflex when you gathered your courage and knocked on the door. You paused for a moment, but the two of them went on as before. Apparently, they hadn’t heard you. You knocked again, this time much louder.

“Yoongi!” you shouted, and this time the sounds stopped. You took advantage of the opportunity when they were quiet. “Can you keep it down? I have a presentation tom–” but you couldn’t even finish your sentence before you could hear Yoongi’s strained sounds again and how the bed crashed against the wall with every one of his thrusts.

For a moment, you just stood in the dark, cold hallway, stunned. In this moment you realized that as distant as Yoongi had been to you the last days, you had completely underestimated his behavior and feelings towards you. He wasn’t just a bit averse to you and was angry at you because of your argument; he apparently hated you. He didn’t care what happened to you at all. 

When you realized this, you felt as if your veins were freezing to ice. You felt your eyes start to burn and cleared your throat to loosen the lump in your throat. Your grief mixed with anger as you pushed the handle down and slammed the door against the wall with a loud bang. Somewhere along the way you heard Yoongi’s girlfriend scream and saw out of the corner of your eye as she tried to pull the blanket over her naked body. But your attention was elsewhere.

Yoongi lay over her between her legs and supported himself on the bed with his arms next to her head. He had paused in his movement and looked at you between his sweaty blond hair that hung in his face. For a moment no one said anything and you just looked at each other. Then you saw Yoongi raise an eyebrow and his neutral expression gave way to an inquiring, almost scornful expression. “Can’t you see we’re busy,” he asked and his voice sounded harsh and at the same time so indifferent that it took your breath away. 

For a moment you couldn’t utter a word when your mouth opened and only hot air came out. You had to pull yourself together not to let your gaze slip over his trained back, which was only illuminated by the moonlight coming in through the window. You also tried not to look at his bushy tail, which had wrapped around the thigh of his girlfriend, who had her legs firmly wrapped around his hips. You concentrated on the words that were trying to form in your head and closed your eyes briefly.

“So? Get out and close the door behind you,” Yoongi ordered you and you flinched at his tone of voice.

You looked at him and couldn’t hold back your despair and sadness any longer. “Can you please be a bit quieter? I have an important presentation to prepare for tomorrow and I can’t concentrate,” you said quietly, but you knew that at least he must have heard it with his sensitive ears, which turned in your direction when you spoke.

Yoongi was silent for a moment and you hoped that he would nod and maybe apologize. But the next words shattered your heart.

“I don’t care. It’s not my problem.” He looked at you for a moment before he started moving again. His girlfriend under him made moves to stop him. She was visibly uncomfortable with the whole situation. You had to suppress the sobbing that wanted to climb up your throat and without another word you turned around 180 degrees and quickly left the room. The door slammed shut with a loud bang.

On the way back to your room you could no longer hold back the sobbing. With tears running down your cheeks and a broken heart, you reached for your phone and dialed Namjoon’s number. But with every ringing your heart sank further. After a few seconds, the mailbox answered. Angry and hurt, you hung up and stood in your room with hanging shoulders. You brushed across your face once before swapping your sleeping shirt for black jeans and a white blouse. You grabbed your laptop, phone and keys and took a quick look in your mirror.

With watery eyes and shining cheeks your reflection stared back at you. Even you could see in your eyes how hurt you were. Yoongi and you had known each other for years and just because you had made a stupid comment, Yoongi threw that time away. But you weren’t just angry with Yoongi but also with yourself. Maybe you could have done more to save your friendship. But it always took two to tango.

You faltered once more at Yoongi’s door, but they seemed to continue right where you had interrupted them. With a heavy heart you left the apartment, got into your car and drove back to the office through the darkness. The lights of the city and the few cars coming towards you blurred behind the veil of tears to an indefinable mass. Now it wouldn’t be easier for you to prepare for the presentation if all you could think of were Yoongi’s hurtful words.

Eight hours later, you felt as if your eyes had shrunk to half from the light of the monitor. As you rubbed them and painfully squeezed them together to wet them again, you went over the course of the presentation once more in your mind. Greet them, introduce the topic, introduce the company and explain why they were the right partner for you, present the two possible strategies you had considered and then draw the conclusion. You talked yourself into believing that the presentation would not be too difficult. Within an hour you were probably out of the appointment and all the stress and the sleepless night would soon be forgotten.

“Good morning,” a voice tore you away from your thoughts when you prepared your laptop, a notepad and a pen as if remote-controlled. You looked up and saw Seokjin giving you an encouraging smile. “You look like you haven’t slept at all. Are you very nervous?”

You suppressed the sigh. You were hoping that the water you splashed in your face a few minutes ago would make you look more awake. You also tried to give him a smile, which probably looked more tortured and tired. “I’m fine. I’ll work it out.” But even you could tell from your voice you were anything but confident. The sleepless night slowly caught up with you, you had been ready to go to sleep hours ago.

“Did you stay up all night?” Seokjin asked anxiously, who had dropped himself on his seat next to you and turned on his computer. Slowly, your colleagues arrived and the silence that had surrounded you for the last hours gave way to a loud mix of murmuring, laughing and clicking of both mouse and keyboard.

You shrugged your shoulders hoping to appear nonchalant. “This had to be done, the presentation is more important than my eight hours of sleep.”

“Y/N,” he rebuked, looking at you with a sad look. “We all know how important the presentation is and that we get the client on our side.” You opened your mouth to say something, but Seokjin raised one hand and you closed your mouth again. “But that doesn’t justify putting your health at risk.”

You rolled your eyes and gave him a smile. “It was just this once.” Your head spun to the side when you saw your boss waving you over. Showtime. “Okay, I gotta go. Cross your fingers for me,” you threw over your shoulder to Seokjin before you disappeared around the corner and walked quickly towards the conference room. The door was open and you heard your boss making small talk with the customers.

Before you entered the room, you smoothed down your blouse once more and straightened up a bit. You entered the room with straight shoulders and looking forward. A bald, somewhat strongly built man, about in his fifties, was closest to you. With a smile, you walked up to him and bowed. “Mr. Choi? Pleased to meet you.” As you straightened up, you looked into the puzzled face of the man before you.

“I think you’re mistaking me,” he said, and his voice sounded cold, annoyed. Immediately you were reminded of someone else and the image from last night burned itself back into your head. “I am Mr. Kim.”

“I am Mr. Choi, Miss…” said the man sitting next to him, looking at his papers. “Y/L/N?”

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks and you had the desire to turn on your heels and walk right back out the door. “I’m so sorry!” you apologized directly and bowed again. 

“Well, as long as you’re not so forgetful in your presentation, everything’s fine,” replied Mr. Kim and turned his back on you. With wobbly knees you went forward and connected your laptop to the beamer. You felt the need to chew your thumbnail as you looked at the blue background projected onto the wall. A habit that you developed as a child and carried over into your college days. It had taken months to get rid of it and in stressful situations the desire came back. That must have been how alcoholics felt when they relapsed after years of abstinence.

With a beating heart you stared at the monitor and then threw a nervous glance at the beamer. “Is there a problem?” asked Mr. Kim and your head shot up. 

Quickly you shook your head. “No, not at all. The Beamer sometimes takes a little longer.” You tried to throw a smile at the two men, but you could see from the corners of your eyes how your boss looked at you disapprovingly. 

“You usually take care of everything before a presentation,” you heard one of the men murmuring. The subsequent laughter of all three men made you feel even more insecure and with shaking fingers you opened the settings of the computer. You breathed a sigh of relief when your presentation was finally projected onto the wall behind you. You grabbed your index cards on which you had made notes so that you didn’t forget anything. With an iron grip you clasped them while greeting the customers once again.

“Okay, let’s start with the subject right away,” you started and moved on to the next slide. Your heart dropped when you read the headline and realized that the order was not right. You pondered for a second which tactic to follow before you looked up with an apologetic look. “I’m sorry, I meant, of course, by introducing our company.”

With sweaty palms, you tried to find the right index card. “Our company… our company has years, uh, decades of experience. We are dedicated to the well-being of our clients…” Where was that stupid index card? You’d already gone over the little deck of cards twice. Ah! There it was! Relief mingled with horror as you lost your grip on the cards and one by one they slipped from your hands. 

Your cards lay on the floor, spread all over the place, and for a moment you looked at them in shame. You had the feeling that the room was starting to spin as you forced yourself to look at the monitor again.“W-We p-put the well-b-being of our c-customers first,” you stuttered, but while you were saying the beginning of the sentence, you knew you didn’t know what to say. Your mind went blank. Your head was empty and you didn’t even know how to breathe properly. Your breath seemed incredibly loud as you stood in the quiet room. And you were incredibly warm. You could already feel the sweat under your armpits pressing through your blouse. 

“I’m sorry,” you said quietly and turned your gaze to the floor. You didn’t dare to look at the men. “My mind just went completely blank.” After that sentence left your lips, your head suddenly got incredibly loud. Thoughts rushed in, calling you names and telling you everything you’d screwed up in the last few minutes. No one said a word as you just kept staring at the tabletop in front of you. 

“Is there something else coming or is that it?” asked one of the men. You didn’t even have the urge to look up and see who was asking the question. 

“And that’s exactly why we don’t let women lead important presentations,” said the other. “They’re just no good at anything more than secretaries.”

You knew you should be angry about such a sexist comment. But in that moment you really felt too incapable of being good for anything. Your chest tightened more and more every second and you felt the piercing looks of the three men in front of you. 

“Well, I can think of one other thing,” said the other one again and a dirty laugh followed. You felt your eyes begin to burn, but you did not want to give them this victory. For this reason you pulled yourself together and concentrated on holding back your tears. You noticed a movement from the corner of your eye and flinched when suddenly your boss stood next to you. 

“Into my office,” he mimicked soundlessly with his mouth before pushing you decisively aside towards the door. “I’d better take over before we stand here for hours,” he addressed the men. With your head hanging, you almost sprinted out of the room. When the door behind you fell into the lock, you took a deep breath. The barrier between you and the men lifted a weight off your shoulders. Yet you still felt the need to burst into tears.

You pulled yourself together and on the way to your boss’s office you ignored every look of your colleagues who stared at you. You saw in their faces the question why you were not at the meeting. If you were unlucky, the answer would have spread throughout the entire office by this afternoon after lunch. 

While you sat in your boss’s office in the uncomfortable chair waiting for him, all kinds of thoughts went through your head. You wished that you could call Yoongi at that moment. He would give you a pep talk and promise to make a movie tonight. Maybe he’d bring some food when he got home or you’d cook together. Your laughter when Yoongi made one or two sarcastic remarks would echo through the apartment and Yoongi would toss you the smile you loved so much about him. 

You almost had to sob as you leaned your head into your hands like a little pile of misery. You missed him. You could hardly put into words how much. Your feelings even pushed the shame you felt because of the messed up presentation into the back of your mind. You just wanted your little, bad-tempered hybrid back, who had a soft spot for you. Even though he would never admit that. You wiped the tears from your face when you thought that you would probably never laugh so carefree with Yoongi again. Or even laugh with him. You’d be satisfied if he even talked to you at all.

You flinched and could barely avoid a surprised outcry when suddenly the door behind you was pulled open. Your boss didn’t look at you when he slammed the door shut behind him and marched past you to his desk chair. Wordlessly he put your laptop on the desk, which you had already forgotten. Your boss typed on his keyboard a few times and you tried to figure out his facial expressions.

He was angry, that was no surprise. Still, you hoped that he had been able to turn the conversation around and convince the customers. More seconds passed and still your boss did not say a word. Nervously you folded your hands together and looked at him waiting. Your gaze fell impatiently on the big clock behind him and you wondered how long he was going to keep on doing this.

So you cleared your throat carefully. “I’m incredibly sorry–“

“Save it,” your boss interrupted you coldly and turned his gaze towards you for the first time. There was no empathy in his eyes, not a trace of compassion. “Haven’t you prepared yourself at all?”

You straightened up in your chair, now that he seemed ready to talk. “Yes, I did!” you justified yourself. “I worked through the night so that I could–“ Again you were interrupted.

“I don’t care if you worked through the whole night and didn’t get your beauty sleep, princess,” he said and became louder with every word. “If sleep is so important to you, maybe you should get a job in a horizontal position. After all, that’s where you get paid for doing nothing.” 

Your eyes widened at his remark, but you couldn’t get a word out. The feeling of a few minutes ago spread to your chest again as you stared at him with eyes wide open. “Your behavior was completely unprofessional, from beginning to end. I have never been so ashamed of any of my employees in my life! And I’ve been working in this position for thirty years, I’ve met some stupid and incompetent people, let me tell you!” He literally screamed now and you wanted to merge with your chair. Your boss stared at you breathlessly for a moment as he organized his thoughts. The next sentence was worryingly quiet and almost spoken with indifference. “Pack your bags, I’ll give you an hour, then you’re out of the building.”

It took you a moment to understand his words. Yet they didn’t make much sense in your confused mind. “Does this mean I’m…”

“Fired, yes,” confirmed your boss and turned his attention back to his screen. For him the subject was over.

“But I can explain it all,” you brought up between clenched teeth. “I-I really tried hard to get the p-presentation done in time. B-But my roommate was incredibly loud…” The rest of the sentence got stuck in your throat when you saw the look on your boss’s face.

You felt like prey, just before the predator took the lethal leap, so intense was the short silence between you. “Out.” A word so softly spoken you could barely hear it. You didn’t react quickly enough when you slowly rose from your seat. “Out!” he shouted this time and you had the feeling that the room was shaking from the volume. 

You grabbed your laptop and left the office as quickly as possible. On the way to your workplace, or rather your former workplace, you turned your eyes to the floor. The piercing looks of the others told you that the cat was already out of the bag and everyone knew what had happened in the last minutes. The muttering in the open-plan office died down and you felt the look of every employee on you as you went to your desk and started to clear your desk. 

Seokjin, who had jumped up directly from his seat at your sight, stood next to you struggling for words. You reached for one of the small boxes in which you had collected unimportant documents and thought for a moment before you poured the contents into the trash can. “Y/N,” Seokjin said at that moment when he noticed your rigorous manner. “What happened?”

“As if you don’t already know that, Seokjin,” you answered him and he flinched at the cold tone of your voice. For a short moment you felt guilty, but you had other problems and thoughts right now. Your eyes fell across your desk and you threw everything that belonged to you into the box. You grabbed the photo that was right next to your monitor and a little wistfully stroked your finger over the glass of the picture frame. 

The photo was from college and was taken at a party in your first year. Yoongi had visited you on campus for a few days and talked you into going to a party. He had always emphasized how important it was for you to make friends. You had just laughed and said that he was more than enough for you as a friend. Just a few months later, he’d left his college and transferred to yours. Even though this one didn’t have the best program and he would have had much more fun at his other college, it was more important to him to spend the three years with you than to go to a good college. 

The two people in the photo looked at you smiling and you remembered with a little smile that you were already very drunk at that time. Not even an hour later Yoongi had to carry you back to your room because you were too drunk to stand upright. But he had to drag you to the party so it was his own fault.

“What happened between you two?” Seokjin pulled you out of your thoughts and your smile faded. 

You stayed still for a moment and stared at the photo. “I’m stupid and he hates me now.” 

Seokjin shook his head in protest. “You’re neither stupid nor does he hate you. I can’t imagine that.”

You laughed for a moment. “Yes, he does. And I can’t even blame him. He does everything for me and I treated him like a piece of shit. Well, that’s life,” you said the last part almost whispering, before you dropped the frame in the box and without thinking about it, you shoved the whole box in the trash can as well. You didn’t even flinch when the contents fell out of it and joined the papers, handkerchiefs and old food leftovers. You would never need those things again anyway.

Seokjin beside you drew in the air sharply. “Y/N! You can’t just throw it all away!”

But you ignored him, put on your jacket and slung your bag over your shoulder. You looked at the man in front of you with an encouraging smile. “It was very nice to meet and work with you, Seokjin,” you started and held your hand out to him as a farewell gesture. “I am very grateful for the job and hope you are not angry with me for messing up. I’m sure I’ll see you again when I visit Ellie.”

Seokjin stared incredulously at your outstretched hand for a moment before he hesitantly grabbed it. “Take care,” you said finally and left the open-plan office. As you stood in the elevator, you fished your phone out of your jacket pocket. Namjoon still hadn’t called back. You were almost disappointed if it would have been the first time you had needed him and he had been unreachable. You dialed his number as you walked across the parking lot of the office building, but he still didn’t pick up. Then you had to see for yourself what was going on, you thought, and started your car.

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[sugoui]

— the language he knew.

⁙ with you following in his steps, he knew there was only one way to stop you. ⁙

× soui’s note » im a sad bitch so here’s a sad fic. repost. 

p a i r i n g ⇀ park jimin x reader..or more likely, fuckboy!jimin who sees the one he loves fall apart.

t y p e ⇀ angst and light smut..or, is this what you call voyeurism?

w o r d s ⇀ 7,659.

» [ friends to lovers!au ] °˖✧

“Doesn’t it bother you to be alone?”

Through the singing of the birds and the rustling of trees, his nose scrunches in distaste; chopsticks hanging loosely from his fingers as his attention is sparked, and eyes drill into yours within the proximity of the park. Did it bother him? Eyes averting from your curious state, he looks down into his cup filled with ramen, heart twinging in something akin to pain and yet..the sun still grins happily upon the two of you. “I dunno,” he mumbles in honesty, “I’ve never had anyone by my side to begin with.”

He notices you bite your lip at that, eyes glimmering as they try to find any kind of hope for Jimin within the many thoughts of your mind, anything that could change him into moving on to a better him. “But you can try,” you push on, taking a sip from your water bottle. He watches you, watches you turn slightly in your seat as you gasp in pleasure from quenching your thirst — then sighs to himself when you smile softly at the oncoming giggling children running around in glee. “Stop playing around with girls like they’re toys, you know? Find someone who you know will be able to make you feel alive.”

He sighs, resting his elbow on the flat surface of the picnic table as he lays his chin on the palm of his hand, “but you’re the only one who can take that place.”

And he smiles at the way you bark out in laughter, rosy blush staining your cheeks as tears accumulate at the corner of your eyes from Jimin’s absurd words, and his heart flutters.

But the thing is, he wasn’t joking — and there was no way you would ever acknowledge that.

He knew there was nothing wrong with wanting someone by your side, that there was nothing wrong with falling in love and chasing your heart but there was no way he could act on his feelings for you. You’re the girlfriend of one of his long time best friend’s, you are one of his best friend’s and have been since you were children, and upon bro code and the sake of keeping this friendship sane; he refuses to destroy the boundaries, no matter how many times he feels the crippling need to.

He was devastated, heart melting into the acid of his stomach when he had heard you belonged to Jungkook years ago, and he knew there was nothing he could do to tear you two apart, to steal you away and have you in his arms so he could mutter ‘mine’ into the crook of your neck. Because of his shyness, because of his self esteem — he never had the guts to confess to you; he had always believed and imagined many scenarios of you rejecting him or spitting in his face and just the thought of that had the air clogging in his throat. He was a mess, still is a mess, and the day Jungkook invited him out for pizza and suggested that you all move into an apartment together so the circle of three you all tried to uphold throughout the years wouldn’t disassemble into many pieces, Jimin could only laugh wearily as he looked to your brightened face at the thought of finally being united indefinitely — and he accepted, even though he knew it would ruin him in more ways than one.

It started after months of living on cloud nine that Jimin began to think his pessimism was all in his head, but after witnessing the premonition hiding within the shadows of the apartment, things began to softly crumble. 

Every night through the thin paper walls, the boy tried his hardest to suffocate his eardrums with his pillows as he forbade himself to hear your muffled moans and tantalizing giggles, demanded his heart to just shut up for once from the decaying anxiety resting in the pit of his stomach that threatened to poison his mind with it’s horrendous fumes. The bed tapping against the wall from the other side made him fragile with every hit, his mind playing a broken record as he tried his hardest to fall into the arms of slumber he desperately sought for. And as time ticked in the back of his mind and repeated the scenario from every other oncoming night, he ripped the duvet off his crumbling body as he stormed out of the apartment — seeking something that would hide his inner turmoil away in the back of his pocket.

He wasn’t proud of it, but it was something that could be easily done; finding a girl, someone as desperate as him to rip off the clothes that suffocated him and just to feel loved. And even though it wasn’t real love, it was enough.

“Where were you?” He remembered that specific night clearly, the apartment lost of any light except for the street lights that flittered through the sheer curtains of the small area as you stood at the corner of the living room, arms crossed and bare feet tapping the floor like some rabid housewife.

He simply shrugged as he walked past you and tried to make his way into his bedroom quietly. He reeked of alcohol and sex, at least he assumed from the way you scrunched your nose in disgust. His hair was amiss, his lips were heavily bruised and he just felt weak, especially when you suddenly gripped his wrist harshly to stop him in his tracks — he couldn’t help but sneer. “Answer me, Jiminie.”

“Don’t call me that,” he grunted as he tried to shake off your hand in the process, “and don’t fucking touch me.”

You retracted your hand as if you had been heavily burnt by scalding water, glaring at the older boy in hurt, but instead, he focused on his previous destination before your voice froze him in his place. “Jimin,” you corrected, “you can’t do this anymore, you’ve been doing this for months. Is this really how you want to fall-?“

“What are you?” He cut in, head tilted to the side in annoyed curiosity. “My girlfriend? I don’t think so.”

He knew his words had slapped you in the face, yet, as he took his first step away from you and towards his bedroom once again, you snatched his wrist with no remorse, pulling him towards you so he could hear your thoughts and not the ones murmuring in the back of his mind — but he was having none of it.

The second your fingers sizzled against his skin, he roughly slammed you into the wall, ignoring the choked and pained gasp that fell from your lips. “(y/n), I’m only going to say this once so you better engrave these words into your pretty little head.”

You tried your hardest to free your bruising wrist from his deadly grasp, but instead, he leaned into you, lips hovering over your cheek as the toxic breath stung your eyes, and the gulp whispering in the center of your throat was heard by the one holding you captive.

“This is my life, and there is no way in hell that you would ever play me like some damn gamer watching over his avatar.” He seethed, lips drawing a portrait onto your skin with every word that spilled from his mouth, “let me live my life, as you should do yours.”

“But-“

His hand moved from your face and his fingers tapped against your lips, stopping you from making another peep; and he grinned. “You can’t expect me to follow after you and Jungkook like some lost dog–“ he scoffed, eyes glaring into your own, “and you can’t expect me to stay during the night to sleep as you two fuck every other night, that’s not how it works.”

He watched you gawk at him as if he wasn’t himself, as if he were possessed by something that caused him to change–and maybe he was, being the demons who caused him to fall in love with the never could be, and now, he had lost himself within the flames of wanting to float on clouds, to escape the reality he was living in..but he wasn’t going to tell you that.

His hand slowly lifted from taking your lips hostage and moved to cup your cheeks, his face softening as his thumb softly smoothed over the soft skin. Your eyes stared through his as they tried to find something, but with Jimin’s bucket of black paint drenching any lasting thoughts within his irises, you sighed, looking away as you placed your hand against his chest and pushed him away softly. “I’m sorry.” It was a weak whisper and your eyes were filled with regret, lips trembling from the small commotion.

But he didn’t want to hear it.

Days went on as he avoided you like the plague; he locked his bedroom door during the day and escaped into the raging strobe lights of night clubs and house parties during the night. Jungkook sent him continuous texts to get out of his bedroom, to spend time with the both of you and to stop his greedy antics of escaping into used hands, and the night he doesn’t leave the small quaint apartment — he dropped onto the lingering chest of the living room couch.

His eyes softly closed at the sound of footsteps tickling the floors of the home after a while of silence, and his heart began to beat a raging tune at finally having to face reality.

The steps soon stopped before him, and he breathed softly. “Jungkook-ah.” He plainly muttered into the leather of the sofa, “what is it?”

“I know about your feelings for (y/n).”

Instantly, the man gets up, eyes threatening to fall out of his sockets as he peered into the orbs hiding behind the black curtain of hair. “What?” He asked softly, scared of you appearing from your bedroom, and terrified of having his feelings written in his eyes as it glowed for everyone to see.

“I know how you are, Jiminie.” Jungkook crossed his arms, face finally being revealed as he ran his fingers through his soft dark locks. And the lone act caused Jimin to internally hyperventilate, because what? He knew he was a coward for fucking around every weekend with someone just to erase his feelings for a limited time, but he had also believed that because he did that, that nobody would find out — but in times like these, he can only wonder if Jungkook could read him like a book, only wonder if his whole existence was written on the back of Jungkook’s hand and that terrified him to death. “I can practically feel the longing oozing out of your body, and lemme tell you one thing.”

“No,” Jimin shook his head and frantically rose up from the couch. “I’m leaving.”

But he doesn’t get to escape, not this time, as Jungkook grabs the boy by the collar of his shirt and slams him down roughly into the fluffiness of the couch. The younger is on top of him like some tiger getting ready to devour his prey; the roles reversed from that day with you weeks ago and Jimin knew at this point, that his useless and drunk self from the past was witnessed by the beyond livid Jungkook, and he couldn’t feel any more ashamed.

There was no use fighting back, his will was lost long ago with his sanity, and with eyelids threatening to shut and look away from possessive eyes, his hands fall limp at his sides. “I know Jimin, I know you’ve been around, slept around. Used like some damn rag over and over again to the point that there are stains, but there is no way in hell I’ll let something as tainted as you blotch (y/n) with your dirtied hands.”

“Jungkook,” Jimin desperately called, small hands clutching the ones wrinkling his shirt. He knew he was a fuckboy messing around to get around, but Jungkook had it all wrong — there was no way in hell that he would ever touch you in those ways, use you as if your friendship meant absolutely nothing, and all in all, try to steal you away from him. “Those are not my intentions.” Jimin got out, but Jungkook’s eyes are written in pure thirst to murder if the opposite were to happen, and he couldn’t help but gulp at the look of pure disgust. “You know as well as I-I do that I’d never hurt her, I’d never do that to you-“

“Like hell you won’t,” the taller boy dug the lanky one further into the couch with a shove, stealing Jimin’s breath away as his chest began to ache from the abused contact, “keep your dick where it doesn’t belong, you ass. I mean it.”

And amidst the park where he sighs from the past, from something that happened months ago with horrid assumptions and lingering regrets, he gets up from the bench with his hands in his pockets — smile swiped from his visage like a hungry frog snatching some bothersome flies. “You’re leaving already?” You ask, the corner of your lips falling to show your displeasure, and he shrugs, because really, this whole meeting with you at the park was all over useless.

Ever since Jungkook confronted him, he hadn’t had the audacity to speak to you or even hang out as the circle of three like old times. There was really no way he could ever go back to how it used to be, and Jimin was sure that soon enough, his image would be ripped away from the couple who aches to be together forever without someone so useless and broken.

Without someone like him.

“There really isn’t much to say,” he admits, looking up to the sky to avoid any sort of expression you draw with the tip of your nose. He could tell that you’re scared, hesitating to tell him anything about the path he chose to walk down on, so you only giggle halfheartedly, leaning into the wooden bench as if all your worries had already fallen into evanescence.

“At least try, Jimin.” You whisper with a tiny tone, but he hears you, feels the worry interlacing with every sound that escapes your lips, “try to love someone with everything you have. Give yourself to them and only them.”

“I don’t know,” he admits, eyes glancing towards your distraught yet innocent figure, “this is the only language I know.”

“How could you do this to me?”

Jimin’s eyes softly open, yawn escaping him as he looks at his alarm clock and soon, the sound of something shattering stabs through the air.

And he flies up from his bed in an instant.

His head is beating like a drum, sending shockwaves of pain throughout his body as he instantly rubs his aching temples. Maybe the sound of danger is just something his anxiety was feeding him, or maybe he just drank too much the night before. Nonetheless, his eyes inhale the blinking 3 AM screen his phone gave him — and he forces himself to check the small apartment.

Darkness fills the small home like water, and with squinting eyes, everything seems normal. His bare feet hits against the hardwood floor with soft taps, fingers tremble as he passes the door laying open to your lifeless bedroom, and he then notices the hallway being way too eerie for comfort. At this time, you and Jungkook are usually sleeping; so seeing the both of you not tangled in sheets was a sign Jimin believed with all his heart that something was seriously wrong.

He walks into the living room where a clock ticks the silence away, and once his head peeks over to the front door — he instantly freezes.

The door is wide open, and Jungkook stares at you with panicked eyes as yours are planted into the ground. You refuse to look up, your lips are shaking as you sniffle and when Jungkook places his hand on your shoulder, you are quick to slap it away with a scoff. “Don’t touch me.“

“(y/n),” Jungkook whispers harshly, obviously trying not to wake the supposed sleeping Jimin whom was already witnessing the whole ordeal, “I was stupid, okay? What more do you want me to say?”

“Seriously?” You spit, taking a step back, “are you fucking kidding me?”

Jungkook sighs, shoulders slumping in defeat. “I’m sorry, I-..I was insecure. I didn’t know what I was thinking-“

“But there was a reason, wasn’t there?”

Jimin walks a little closer, his heart shushing all his organs as he tries to listen in on the conversation. His eyebrows knit together in concentration, and when the next words manage to crawl it’s way into his ears, the boy could only smile to himself in disbelief.

“I was scared, you know? Scared that one of these days I’d find you in Jimin’s bed, terrified that the both of you would go behind my back. Scratch that, actually, I was drunk as hell and believed you two did it.” Jungkook gulps, his Adam’s apple slipping down his neck before it flies back into place. “That’s why..that’s why I cheated on you.”

Silence.

It took Jimin everything in his power not to storm into the scene and punch Jungkook’s face in. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing after Jungkook had the audacity to pretty much tell him to fuck off many months ago, yet the younger could go along his merry way and do whatever he wanted to you. Jimin was beyond pissed, and as his back presses against the wall hidden from the two at the doorway, your voice finally pierces the atmosphere.

“Get out of my sight,” you whisper shakily, “just leave.”

Jungkook glances your way in pain, and Jimin could feel the inner turmoil happening within the other man in wanting to hug you and beg for you to not leave him, but he doesn’t. He throws his backpack over his shoulder, steps out of the apartment before he bows slightly before you.

“I’m sorry.” He apologizes, tone weak and fragile, “I’m so fucking sorry, but please, know that I truly do love you.”

Yet, you say nothing to his words, only nodding as you shut the door behind him and lock it down.

Jimin still stands where he is, eyes blown open as he wonders how he should approach you after seeing that. Would you cry? He was your boyfriend of a few years, and best friend of many, and he was now gone, and knowing you for so long — he knew there was no way you would take back someone whom betrayed your trust, and he honestly wouldn’t blame you if you avoided Jungkook for now on. Before he could take a step away from his hiding place, you are standing a few feet away from him, and he jumps in his place. “Shit, I-“

“Did you see anything?” You question, and his heart shatters from the way you seem so broken, so lost and tired from the world you were placed in. He says nothing, eyes reflecting your emotions like a mirror as he bites his lip in sorrow. “I see,” you comment, looking away in embarrassment, “good night, then.”

“Wait,” Jimin says before you could walk back into your bedroom, full on knowing that his next question is way beyond stupid and idiotic but he doesn’t care — he has to know. “Are you okay?”

You raise an eyebrow at the question, and he hopes you didn’t find his curiosity rude nor pathetic, but when you laugh softly as you shake your head; you throw him a thumbs up. “I’m perfect,” you assure him, continuing towards the comfort of your bedroom, “so don’t worry about me.”

He tried not to worry, but he did, and he was going crazy.

Hours, days, weeks went on as he rarely saw you around the shared apartment and he was hoping more than anything that you didn’t do anything insane inside your own bedroom. He knew that the walls haunted you, that the place you called home taunted you with the existence of your now ex boyfriend. He witnessed you wash your blankets and duvets and pretty much anything that could have touched Jeon Jungkook millions of times over and over just so you could erase his existence — and seeing you crumble before his eyes made him feel absolutely useless.

He couldn’t do anything, no matter how many times he wanted to hug you and help you through your heartbreak, he just couldn’t; and the sole reason was because both your languages of love equaled the existence of heaven and hell, the epitome of yin and yang and damn him if he ever changed your perspective on such an innocent feeling.

At least, that’s what he believed.

On one of his usual nights out, his blood ripples from the booming music vibrating within the large house. His head is bopping, hand reaching for the bottle of Mike’s as his friend laughs obnoxiously loud and snatches the soft liquor away from him. “Really, Jimin?” He smiles, “do you really think this pussy shit will have me opening my legs for you?”

Jimin chokes out a dry laugh, snatching the drink from the taller man before popping the lid open, “shut up, Yoongi.”

He takes a large swig of it, loving to feel the sweet yet toxic liquid scratch against his throat before he pulls the glass bottle away from his lips. Jimin clears his throat softly, fist against his mouth to hide any grimace he wore on his face as Yoongi throws his arm around his neck; pulling him into his chest as he cackles. “Jennie is here,” he mutters, grin evident on his features, “talk to her.”

“Uh, I don’t know,” he mumbles to himself, taking a smaller sip, “I need to be loaded before I go.”

And after the words fall from his lips, everything around him drowns into the background. He sighs to himself as Yoongi speaks beside him, obviously drunk off his mind from how much he kept yapping, and Jimin could only let himself embrace the alcohol he drank. It was always like this wherever he went, whether it was a house party or the club or maybe something simple at a restaurant during the middle of the night; Yoongi always nudged him towards a specific someone during their many mischievous spontaneities, and he would blindly follow whatever path he was assigned to for the night, well, if he agreed to it.

Which he always did, considering how wasted he had always became.

“How many would you like?”

Yoongi’s voice snaps him out of his stupor, making the boy smile as he raises his dripping glass of alcohol in the air. “Same as always.”

And before he knew it, crumpled cans lays on the island as his empty glass is already tipped over and forgotten, and his head lays on the tabletop as he tries to find any kind of comfort in the music playing around him. His mind is hazy, he feels lonely, and more than anything — he needs to feel that hole bubbling with black ink be filled with color. He somehow pushes himself away from the stool and the usual anxiety screaming at the back of his head is already drowning in the bubbling mixture of liquor. His movements are sporadic as he tries to find his usual source of drugs amidst the many people intoxicated beyond belief, and once he finds Kim Jennie giving him a look of longing from the nearly packed sofa, he grins.

It was her, it was always her who came stumbling into his arms at the end of the night. She was always there, whether it was smiling into his skin or digging her fingers deeply into his back — it was always her. But he never saw her during those intimate moments, he never kissed her nor breathed promises into her ear as he wished to do so with someone he loved so dearly, and he was okay with it, as was she. She had her motives and he had his own intentions, and no matter how far they differed, in the end, they both needed the same thing. And that was to escape.

But, as time suddenly morphs into slow motion and Jimin stops in his steps as he squints with heavy eyes towards the glowing figure popping through the front door, soon, his façade shatters as realization stabs his heart like a poisonous arrow.. a realization that things never go as planned.

His smile drops, his veins vibrate with horror as he completely forgets about the one with benefits and spins on the heels of his feet, charging up the steep set of stairs of the house like a frightened cat zooming away from it’s predator and ignoring Jennie’s angry screams of his surname.

The hallways are dimmed and few people loitered around as they sucked the other’s face off or just wanted to escape from the chaos rumbling below. He could barely breathe at this point, knocking a random door open as he stumbles inside and slams it shut — back colliding against said door as he slides to the floor with a panicked sigh.

There was no way in hell that you were in the party he always took place at, no way in hell that you barricaded the apartment just to walk right into satan’s sanctuary. You never liked parties, saying there were way too many people for your liking and that there was literally nothing to do than just sit around and waste your time — so Jimin just cannot believe he saw you pushing through dancing crowds all alone in such a dangerous place.

Should he go confront you and take you back to the apartment? Grab your hand and pull you through the chaotic home? His heart wanted to, so badly wanted to push you back into safety but his hazy mind struggled to find leverage within the want and need. Would you try to fight him once he finally showed that he did indeed care about how you were doing? Or would you accept whatever he thought was best for you? Jimin glares at the nicely made king bed, squints at the many teddy bears and the assumed purple blotched colored walls throughout the darkened room, and clenches his fists.

He felt like puking from his chaotic apprehension, wishing he could find any type of answers dangling from the ceiling that could help you into becoming a better you and definitely not an imitation of him. He shouldn’t have drank, he should have stayed home and kept you company because who knew how much pain you were in to stoop so low, even though he doesn’t know if you have fallen, he couldn’t help but worry.

And it was killing him inside.

The doorknob to the bedroom rattles, and all thoughts instantly scream as they hide in the darkest corners of his mind. “Shit,” he says under his breath, head snapping to the door that is about to open, “this room is busy—!“

“(y/n).” He hears a deep voice from the other side followed by your bubbly giggling and satan immediately shoves his fist down Jimin’s throat. He is frozen, staring at the door that softly creaks open and at a loss, he jumps into the closet and closes the louvered doors as best as he could; and holds his breath. “Stop fighting me–!”

“No,” you breathe, and he finally sees you and the mysterious man stumble into the room through the door, bites his lip so hard once the door slams shut and the light disappears. “You can’t m-make me, Taehyung.”

He could see the bright red hair, curses it with his life once it shines from the moon’s luminescence that sheered through the curtains, and inwardly groans. He knew who Kim Taehyung was, someone who grew up with you apart from he and Jungkook and ever since Jimin was a child, he built a sort of rivalry between him and the younger boy due to jealousy. Taehyung was an asshole, at least in his eyes, and he didn’t like the man one bit. But here he is, and with you.

He knew Taehyung cared about you, probably as much as him no matter how much the younger teased you — and a part of Jimin knew he shouldn’t be worried about Taehyung now of all times because honestly, he should be grateful the man dragged you out of the bubbling hell.

Taehyung pushes you into the bed, and you easily fall on top of it as you whine in distaste. “Made you.” He simply comments, plopping beside you and closing his eyes, and Jimin decides that maybe, it would be safe for him to sneak out of the bedroom and head on home without the two of you knowing he was at the party at all.

“I drank way too much,” you mumble into the blankets, and Taehyung lazily grunts a ‘I feel you’ as you turn to look at the man, “should I go home?”

Jimin’s fingers hover over the closet doors, stopping his escape as to not let himself get noticed if you were to leave, and he hears Taehyung sigh. “You shouldn’t have even came in the first place.”

“Shut the hell up,” you somehow find the courage to spit, and the other softly laughs, “I..I just wanted to—“

“Make Jungkook jealous, yeah.” A raspberry fills the room, and the bed softly squeaks, “can’t you just get over him? It’s been about two months (y/n), he’s probably forgotten you and found someone else.”

Silence ensues the small room, and Jimin internally curses at Taehyung’s words because even he himself could feel the punch to his gut. He closes his eyes, praying to the gods to stop your pain, but as always, he is ignored, and you’re already getting up from the bed. “You’re an asshole,” you softly cry, “fuck you.”

Taehyung is quick in sitting up and grabs your wrist despite his drunken stupor, “that’s not what I meant,” he quickly tries to cover, “and you know that.”

“But..” you begin, “but maybe you’re right. Jungkook cheated on me, Jimin can’t even look at me —“ said boy’s mouth falls open “—a-and I have no one left, Tae. They all find me disgusting, they all disappeared because I’m just a germ, and–“

“I never said you were disgusting,” Taehyung whispers, but with your rant, his voice is ignored.

“It just hurts, ok?” You sniffle, wiping your tears with your forearm as you swallow a choked sob. “I don’t know what to do anymore, I feel so useless, should I even–“

“Shut the hell up,” Taehyung interrupts, throwing your previous words back into your face, “don’t you even dare finish that fucking sentence.”

You’re rubbing furiously at your eyes, wanting the tears to stop that you had kept shoved inside a bucket within you and Jimin can’t help but rub at his own eyes to stop them from watering. Seeing you like this, a mess, was really opening his eyes to how much you had upheld alone, and he felt like complete and total shit for avoiding you all this time.

“Then,” you crack out, “then help me.”

Taehyung raises a brow at that, delusional self caught between confusion and just saying yes, “how?”

“Have sex with me.”

Jimin jumps up in shock, head hitting the closet door as he quickly muffles his yell of pain. He could see Taehyung look frantic, staring at the closet with bulging eyes and lips trembling while your eyes stayed glued onto the boy before you. “Hey,” Taehyung says, weary smile on his lips, “did you hear that-?”

“Don’t change the subject, Kim Taehyung.” You bite, and Taehyung runs a hand through his hair, eyes downcast as he tries his hardest to avoid any contact, “answer me.”

Jimin’s teeth stabs into the skin inside his mouth as his fingers tremble. What in the world were you saying? He didn’t want to see any of this go down, he didn’t want to watch you ruin yourself or make any mistakes in trying to forget your love with Jungkook. He is careful as he slightly opens the doors to the closet, wanting to see your expression or even Taehyung’s — but all he could see, was how horrified the latter’s features were.

“(y/n), you know I can’t do that.” He mutters, but your drunk self had smart ass written all over it.

“Huh?” You grunt, hand going towards your ear is if it would let you hear better, “what did you say?”

“This isn’t you,” he speaks up, “we’re both drunk, (y/n), and you’re hurt — I get that.” He states, and your shoulders visibly slump. “I get that you’re in pain, only wanting to forget about what happened but it’ll just be gone for a few minutes; a few minutes that you’ll never get back until the pain comes back once again. Do you really want that?”

Jimin applauds Taehyung in his head, thankful that at least the man had a brain during these difficult situations. Your sniff then gets Jimin’s attention, and Taehyung quickly sits up before you. “Y-you’re a liar.” You croak, “y-you said that you’d always do anything for me since we were children, and—“

“But not this,” Taehyung is desperate, hands cupping your cheeks to wipe the trickling tears away, “please, (y/n), anything but this.”

With Jimin’s better view, he sees you smile softly as you push Taehyung’s hands away as they hesitantly fall back to his sides, watches you wipe your own tears away with your hands as you then rub the damp skin on your skintight dress. “Thanks for everything, Taehyung.” You say, bowing slightly as you hold in a choked sob, “goodbye.”

And as you weakly turn to the locked door to take your leave, Taehyung grabs your shoulder and turns you to him. His front was absolutely destroyed, and enigma paints onto his skin as bright as the color of his hair. Jimin knew at this moment that the boy had broken at seeing his best friend ruined, and that the events that were about to occur would change the future — and probably not for the good.

Your breaths are soft as your eyes glances to the hands loosening the straps to your dress on your shoulders, you sniff when the simple cloth glides down your arms to reveal your breasts, and large hands grip your shoulders as the dress drops dead on the floor to reveal you in all your glory for both boys to see.

“No,” Taehyung murmurs, “I should be thanking you.”

Calloused skin touches your bosom, and you whine softly from the foreign grope. Jimin doesn’t know what to do but watch, watch Taehyung look at you with so much adoration Jimin believed he never had and just watch euphoria spear into your veins. It isn’t long until Taehyung dives in to kiss you, to let his hands wander around the soft expanse of your body as he pulls you in close, and all Jimin can do is watch.

He wanted more than anything to ruin the doors from it’s hinges and rip Taehyung away from you, he wanted to do so many things and stop the atrocity happening before him but he just couldn’t. He is glued into his place, eyes averting here to there and the demons inside him giggles into his ears. 

The boy felt pathetic, useless as time ticked above his head and Taehyung is now ramming into you like there is no tomorrow, literally making you grip the sheets beneath you and scream into his bruised lips. Maybe it was hours, no, possibly years that roared on and the ending was no where in sight, and all Jimin could feel..was useless.

His heart was palpitating, he was in pain and he couldn’t do anything to stop it, to stop you and your decisions, to stop his disgusting ass from getting hard just by seeing you cry and writhe beneath Taehyung.

When you two finally stopped, the sun was waking up from it’s slumber, and Jimin shoves the closet doors open only to find you both naked on the bed. Taehyung is hugging you as if he were scared to lose you, and you hugged him back in your slumber and the lone image sparked reality within him that he couldn’t help but cry silently.

He finally closes his eyes, opens the door to the hallway and just all over breathes the air that could probably help him be sane. And as he walks down the stairs, he sees Jennie standing there with her back to the wall and her arms crossed, bitch face on full blast as she scoffs. “Pathetic,” she sneers, and Jimin only grins.

“Shut up,” he spits, “it’s none of your business.”

With hands shoved in the large pocket of his hoodie, Jimin walks down the streets of the busy city with only one destination in mind.

The incident at the party happened weeks ago, and Jimin noticed you disappearing from the apartment more often now. He didn’t like the path you were walking down on, and he could only briefly wonder if this is how you felt when the roles weren’t reversed. Ever since that day, all the boy could do was watch you from afar — going back to phase one and never moving an inch from it. But, despite that, there was one thing he learned from the fate he had to face, and that was..expect the unexpected.

Like now.

“Okay, do me a favor.” Jimin says after he takes a sip of his coffee, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he peered at the one before him, “you want me to what?”

“Help me,” the man clad in dark wear begs, burgundy beanie hiding his hair, “help me get back with (y/n).”

Jimin is flabbergasted, and maybe he expected this and possibly more, but still, it shook him to the core. The bells to the coffee shop jingle as more passerby lost the battle between not wasting money and the scent of delicious coffee, and Jungkook could only look to the door frantically in hopes that it wasn’t the only person he desperately wanted to see.

Which is obviously you.

“You have balls, you know that?” Jimin comments, sinking into his seat as he leers at Jungkook, “after what you have done; you expect her to fly into your arms and forgive you. Crazy, you know?”

“I know,” Jungkook sighs, and at this moment, Jimin actually takes a chance to inspect the younger man more. His eyes are darker than before, skin pale and body thin — he looked sick, yet, he still stood strong. Jimin knew that the break up wasn’t easy for both of you, hell, he even watched you two fall in love through the years. He knew it, but what he believed, was that the one sitting before him, is beyond feeble. “I know I did wrong, but just one more chance, and–“

“You do know,” Jimin cuts him off, “that she’s seeing Taehyung, don’t you?”

Jungkook’s mouth falls open, and as hard as he tried to reply to Jimin and just find words, he doesn’t. A frown crawls onto his visage, and Jimin’s eyes glide to the fists clenching too hard for comfort. “You’re lying,” he growls, “she would never do that–“

“I heard them, Jungkook.” Which technically isn’t a lie, considering he had front row tickets to the porno. “Things change, and you’re just too late.”

Jungkook’s coffee shakes in his hands and he grits his teeth, eyes lost into another dimension as his anger bubbles in the pit of his stomach, “I’m gonna kick his ass.”

Jimin chokes a laugh. “No, you definitely won’t.”

“Then help me,” Jungkook pleads, and Jimin can’t help but see you once again; vision from the past replaying inside his mind like a mantra, “please, hyung — just this once.”

The older scrunches his nose, eyes draping to a close like curtains as he laughs in irony, “you do know you’re asking help from the one person that should be a threat to you, right?”

“I–“ Jungkook starts, words in a jumbled mess before Jimin raises his hand for his old roommate to shut his mouth.

“I won’t help you.” He then leans in closer, voice soft yet stern as he stares deeply into Jungkook’s eyes, “if you really love her, if you actually want her back — then you should prove to her why you are worth another chance. Don’t be asking anyone for help, when it’s your mess to clean.”

The rest of the evening goes by in silence, just the two boys drinking their coffees and eating their pastries as the evening rush zoomed by the shop. Jimin knew he was being harsh, maybe a little selfish, but he felt it in his heart that the words he spoke needed to be said.

As the car slides into the entrance to the large apartment building, Jimin thanks the other before he opens the door, and stops when Jungkook’s defeated voice slithers into his ears. “If you won’t help me, then do me this one favor.”

Jimin turns in his seat, annoyed expression stamped onto his face as he inwardly groans. “What is it?” He questions, and Jungkook grips the wheel.

“Help (y/n) pick up the pieces, protect her.”

And usually, he isn’t one to listen to others’ demands, yet here he is.

He watches you in the dark of the night as you tiptoe around the apartment, hears the soft little taps of your feet against the hardwood floor as you try your hardest to slug yourself to the front door of the home. Jimin could smell the intense aroma of the alcohol you had been downing, and before he even had a chance to acknowledge what he was doing, the light flickers on and he is met with your terrified eyes.

“Ah, Jimin–“ you smile, standing still, “long time no—“

“Where are you going?” He asks, obviously not caring about the small talk you were about to throw at him.

The face you had on was similar to a child being caught stealing cookies, and you look to the ground in regret, “to a party with Taehyung.”

Jimin shivers.

He takes a deep breath, knowing whatever happened at that moment would definitely affect your friendship together in the future, but Jungkook’s words constantly echoes in his head. “Not anymore, you’re not.”

“Jimin,” you laugh, “what’s gotten into you?”

Running a hand through his unruly locks, he steps closer to you. “(y/n), you’re becoming everything you told me not to become.” He blurts, “seeing you so, so–“

You step closer, scowl decorating your mien with each passing second. “So what, Jimin?” You press, “you don’t seem to understand–“

“You don’t seem to understand, (y/n)-ah.” He points, pushing you softly, “you’re messing around with guys you shouldn’t be, you’re drinking way too much and you’re soul is just disappearing each time you leave this house!” Jimin yells, and you flinch from the tone, “I can’t let you leave anymore, not now, not ever.”

You grimace, many questions written on the tip of your tongue yet you don’t spout any of them, only tilting your head softly to the side in obnoxious curiosity. “What are you, Jimin?” You inquire, eyes sparkling with vigor, “my boyfriend? I don’t think so.”

Jimin stands there stupidly, being reminded of the words he had so blatantly stitched into your ears many months ago, and like always, all he could do is stand there and watch you slowly leave in victory. How could he have failed in his mission to stop you? Was he really that flimsy?

But, in seconds before you were able to actually open the door and leave, Jimin finally relies on his logistic side and throws his heart away; runs through the living room and tackles you into the ground as if his life depended on it. You yelp in surprise before the harsh smack of the floor slaps your intoxicated mind into soberness, and you’re trying your best to push Jimin off of you. “What the fuck,” you sscowl, “get off me!”

“I’m sorry, okay?” Jimin cries, grabbing both your arms and pinning them above your head as he lies on top of you, “I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you needed me most, I’m sorry I pushed you away when you tried to be there for me, I’m just..I’m so fucking sorry (y/n), please understand that.” He is shaking before you, but there was no way in hell that he’d let any sort of tears fall — because right now, it wasn’t about him, but about you. “I promise I’ll be here for you for now on, but just please, please stop going with Taehyung and ruining yourself even further-“

“Then what am I supposed to do, huh, Jimin?” You scream, “there is no where else that I can go to, I don’t know how to heal or move on, and–“

“The fuck? I’m your best friend, (y/n),” he chokes, his bangs tickling your chin as he bows his head, “you can just stay with me, I’ll show you how to move on!”

He is way too frightened to look at you, but when he feels your small hand against his cheek, he instantly glances into your eyes. “You’re way too selfless, Jiminie,” you whisper as your lids softly close, to which he leans in closer to your lips, “but..show me.”

He gulps

“Show me this language you once knew.”

» all rights reserved © s u g o u i — this is a oneshot, and will remain a oneshot. all and any works created by me in the past or in the future are not allowed to be modified, reposted, or translated in any shape or form.

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[imagines-choices]

Ghost Of You - Dakota Winchester x MC

[ Dakota x MC ]

Summary: You always visit Dakota every week for the past few months after he died, but this week was not like any other

Author's note: I started reading WEH and spoiled myself by reading fanfics and now I'm just in denial and I can't accept the fact that Dakota is gone, so I wrote this and a whole bunch of ghost dakota imagines and made the ghost series

Warnings: mentions of death, grief

Word Count: 1,845

You took a deep breath as you approached the stone, walking through the muddy path. It started to rain slightly just as you arrived in the graveyard, but you didn't care. You needed to see him. You always do every week.

Stopping just in front of Dakota's gravestone, you placed a hand on top of the stone, the tiny droplets of rain pouring down on your hand.

"H-Hey, Um... So it's that time where I go visit you and talk to you again, not that you can hear me right now. I just wanted to let you know that mom and I had some fight the other day about something I said to her. It's silly, really, but I just thought I'd let it out."

"Everyone else is doing well. Uh, Mateo is Mateo. He's always trying to cheer me up by sending me a funny text or something. A-And Lennox as well. I can still recall the time when we first met and I thought she hated me." You smiled at the memory. "They're always telling me that you'll always be here with us, but I just can't help feeling lonely and lost now that you're gone."

"I'm missing you so much right now. And I-I know that you'd probably want me to move on and smile again, but I just can't help think about you all the time."

"Your smile, your laugh, that cheeky look on your face whenever you're planning something I don't know about, or when you're always teasing me. I have to admit, that's pretty annoying, but I would do anything to have you here with me right now. You can tease me and make jokes as much as you want as long as you're here." You laughed as tears started to spill from your eyes.

"A-Anyways, I-I just... really miss you. L-Like, a lot. And you might not be able to hear me right now, but I-I hope you're doing okay up there."

"It's been quite a while since you were gone, but somehow I've always had hope that you can somehow come back. It's really silly, I-I know." You could feel the rain hit your cheeks, blending in with your tears as you smiled.

"I just wish we had more time. I really don't know and don't want to let go of you." You kneeled down on the grown, unable to control the wave of emotions washing over you. Tears flowed freely down your cheeks, hitting the stone path underneath you. You didn't care that your clothes were soaked, or that you might get sick from the rain.

"I wish you were here, I miss you so much." You spoke out, one last time before completely breaking down.

You quietly sobbed for a few more minutes before you felt something light, weighing on your shoulder. You slowly lift your face, turning around to see who's hand it was, when you're greeted by a familiar face, smiling down sympathetically at you.

"Dakota!" You leaped towards him, his arms instantly wrapping around you. You didn't know why you did it. Other people might've just ran away in fear, but all you could think about was the man standing in front of you. He pulled back just a little, to wipe the tears staining your face, his own tears starting to form.

"I missed you too." He responded as you buried your face in his chest, tears freely flowing down.

After a few minutes of holding each other, you started to calm down and your breathing was normal again. You pulled away to look at the ghostly figure in front of you, and you can't help but frown.

"So you're a ghost? Am I imagining things?"

"Something like that. And don't look so disappointed, it took me months to be able to be seen, and it took me even longer to find out a way so people can touch me."

"I'm just glad you're here." You snuggled your face in his chest once more as Dakota ran a hand through your hair.

His head bent down, stopping right next to your ear as he whispered softly, "You should get out of the rain, you'll get sick. And if it makes you feel any better, I can accompany you for a while."

You nodded weakly before feeling him lift you up, never releasing the tight grip on your boyfriend. He guided you back towards your house that wasn't too far from the graveyard. He knew you'd get sick at this point, after spending all that time in the rain. Your mind wandered off as the two of you walked, hand in hand. All of this was a lot to take in. You had just gone from having a normal day without Dakota to crying in the graveyard, and now you're walking with his ghost? This was all too much and too overwhelming.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sudden harsh pouring of the rain. Dakota started urging you to go faster, and the two of you ran back until you've reached the front of your doorstep. You hesitate for a moment, brows furrowing in disappointment. You didn't want this to end. If he goes, who knows if he'll come back.

Noticing your hesitation, Dakota stepped forward and faced you. He lifted a hand up to your cheek, and as if he read your mind, he said, "Hey, it's okay. I'll see you again later. I won't be gone for long, just until you're somewhere where your mom can't see you."

You weren't sure, but you nodded anyways and before you could blink, he faded away. You kept your emotions at bay and reminded yourself that he'll be back. You stepped into the house to be greeted by your mom, her arms folded across her chest.

"I was worried about you, why didn't you come back earlier? And you're soaking wet."

"I'm sorry, it's–" She heavily sighs and shakes her head.

"It's okay, go shower." You gave her a thankful look as you headed upstairs towards your room. You pushed the door forward, jumping at the sight of Dakota sitting on your bed, examining the photo frame in your room. He smiled once he saw you entering, and you raised your eyebrows in question.

"You okay?" Your mom shouted from downstairs.

"I'm fine, mom!" You quickly shut the door before rummaging through your closet to look for some comfy clothes.

"Don't–" You threw your clothes at the boy-er-ghost sitting in front of you. "Scare me like that." He laughed and set your clothes beside him on the bed.

"What can I say? I couldn't resist, now that I can do these ghostly things." There it was. That smug smile of his that you want to both slap and kiss off of him.

"Well go on, I'll be right here."

"Don't even think of doing things."

"I don't know what you mean." The wide grin was still plastered on his face as he leaned back onto your bed. You glared as you retreated to the bathroom before closing the door and stripping down, hopping onto the shower. You closed your eyes in content as the warm water hit your back. You thought of all the crazy events that happened today. To think that all this happened in just one day was hard to believe, just Dakota coming back as a ghost was really hard to believe.

After finishing off, you had just noticed that you left your clothes back in your bedroom. This is going to be interesting, you thought as you wrapped a towel around you.

"Dakota?" You called out and you heard a subtle hum in response. "Can you please get my clothes?"

"Which one?" He pretended to look around the room. "Oh this one?" He asked, grabbing your clothes from the bed and you could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

"Ugh yes just– give me those."

"So you want me to come in through the walls and give you these?"

"N–!" It was too late, he had already phased through the wall, and to your surprise, the clothes made it through the wall as well.

"Here." You could see the struggle in his eyes as he tried keeping them focused on your face, and only your face.

"You're lucky I'm wearing a towel. Now get out before I strip in front of you."

"I certainly wouldn't mind th–"

"Nope! Out." He obliged and you quickly slipped your clothes on before exiting the bathroom, a towel in your hand to dry your hair. Dakota watched as you brushed your hair before making your way to the bed, where he was sitting.

After a few moments of silence, Dakota began to speak up. "I know that this is a lot to process, and you have so many questions right now, but what I need you to know is that you need to go find someone else."

A flash of pain crosses your face and you could see the regret on Dakota's face for being so straightforward.

"Why? You're back now. I-I-We can be together again." He frowned and took both of your hands in his.

"We can't. Just– look at me. We can't have a future together, we can't start a family together. I can't even be seen." Your chest started to hurt from all the thoughts running through your head. Everything the both of you want, but can't have.

"No, we can find a way. A-And for now we can just be together. I lost you, and now we've just found each other again. I can't– we can't– You can't just go visit me as a ghost and then leave!" You squeezed his hands even tighter, trying to keep the tears from falling, but failing miserably as Dakota pulled you towards his embrace and let you cry on his shoulder. You felt something wet against your neck, which could only mean tears of his own were forming.

"The longer I stay the harder it'll be for you to let go of me." He whispered silently.

"I don't care, I-I just want you..." It came out quieter than you intended it to be, but with all the thoughts running through your head, you couldn't think properly.

"You know we can't." His voice was even softer this time.

"I know." You closed your eyes once more, leaning further into him.

"Okay..." He kissed the top of your head, lingering for a little while longer as if he didn't want to stop. He pulled back slightly to look at you, wiping your tears just as he did back when you first saw him today.

"Who knew ghosts could cry?" He cracked up a joke to defuse some of the tension as he laid down, and you smiled at his silly attempt. You let your head fall front to his chest and snuggled into him. You didn't care about the future right now. You didn't think about what would happen after making this choice. What you cared about for now, was being with him.

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[the-cult-of-russo]

Push and Pull (Part 16) (first half)

Pairing: Matt Murdock x OC

A/N: So I had to split this chapter into two posts because it was so long it exceed the text limit lmao but I'm not making it two separate chapters because it would mess up the chapter numbers. I'm posting the next half right after this, so don't worry 😉

Warnings: cursing, angst

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She spent the day relaxing and ended up having a long soak in the bath. She put a few drops of lavender and ylang-ylang oil in for good measure. Her body was sore from everything recently and she was enjoying the moment of peace. She wondered how essential oils affected Matt. They had numerous effects on normal people, lavender being calming and ylang-ylang causing an aphrodisiac effect. She wondered if it affected Matt stronger than normal. Maybe that would be his downfall. A bunch of lavender to knock out Daredevil. The thought made her chuckle. 

After a long well deserved soak, she washed her hair and even conditioned it for good measure. With the weather getting warmer and all the physical activity she'd been doing recently, her waves were getting dry and frizzy. Once she was done, she got dried and dressed in her pyjamas for now. Leaving her hair down to dry naturally. She wouldn't bother getting ready until Karen was here to help her. She was actually a little excited about having a girl come over. Brett had been her only friend for the longest time and that was only in a work context. Then there was Foggy. But it wasn't the same as having a girl friend and she'd forgotten what that felt like. The closest being when her sister was close by. She was looking forward to the change of pace.

Hours later, Karen turned up. She looked pretty in a dark green swing dress, her hair slightly curled and pinned to one side. Daphne could see why Foggy was smitten with her. They'd gotten along better than she expected, chatting up a storm, even if some of it was lies on her behalf since she wasn't really going on a date.

"Oh! I love this one. Try this one on!" Karen gushed, pulling out a black dress from the closet. It was on the shorter side and was the kind of dress that clung to her in all the right places. The top part was lacey, like a bralette, the pattern intricate enough that she could get away with it without a bra. Then it turned into a black smooth cotton with the same black lace overlaid on top of it. It was one of her favourites if she was honest. It cinched in her small waist and made her ass and boobs look fantastic.  

After getting herself inside of it, she looked in the mirror. Her hair and make-up hadn't been done yet but she forgot how good she looked in this one.

"Damn. I'd never pull something like that off," Karen grinned from beside her at the mirror. She wasn't wrong. It wasn't the look so much as the vibe it gave off. Karen suited better to prettier things and that wasn't a bad thing.

"I think you look beautiful. Foggy's gonna fall head over heels when he sees you," Daphne smiled warmly as she turned to look at her. Karen blushed heavily and it only made her smile more how much she was clearly into Foggy.

"Thanks. What about Matt though? Like you said, he might not be able to see but he just senses these things. His jaw's gonna fall to the floor like in a cartoon," Karen giggled. Daphne bit her lip with a smirk. She sat down and allowed Karen to mess with her hair as she did her own makeup. She was handy with the stuff when she needed to be but she didn't really like how it felt on her face. She opted to forgo foundation which was the devil in her opinion and instead just framed her eyes with a more natural light smokey eye, winged liner and tonnes of mascara. She then painted her lips with a matte brown colour. She finished the look with one of her silver necklaces. It was a choker style necklace but delicate looking. The thin silver chain wrapped around her neck and had a little crescent moon charm dangling off it.

"I keep wanting to try these ones. I hate when my lipstick just vanishes when I eat or drink," Karen mused as she looked through the make up bag, holding up one of the same types of liquid lipsticks Daphne had put on herself. 

"You should try one," she suggested. Karen looked excited, sitting down on the bed next to her and looking in the small mirror they'd propped up against the headboard. 

It gave Daphne a moment to admire her hair. Karen had complemented her hair immensely to the point it made her blush. She’d always thought of her hair as more of a nuisance because she couldn't be bothered to do anything with it. Karen wanted to keep it mostly down, saying she was in love with the purple waves. She’d pinned half of it up in some intricate twists that to Daphne honestly seemed like witchcraft to achieve. It looked good though. Some waves framing her face and the twists at the crown of her head. The rest of her hair cascaded past her shoulders. 

"What do you think?" Karen asked, her voice filled with uncertainty. Daphne glanced at her, smiling with a nod. Karen had picked a deep pink colour that complemented her skin tone and her dress.

"I love it! You should keep that one. It doesn't suit me at all but it looks really good on you," she urged. Karen blinked at her for a moment before smiling shyly, tucking it away in her purse. 

They both took a moment to admire themselves in the bigger mirror before they grabbed their purses and left. Daphne felt weird walking in heels again. She typically opted for wedges in situations like these because at least she could walk fine in those. Her black simple wedges made her dress stand out more and Karen had to spend five minutes convincing her to leave her hoodie behind and wear her fitted leather jacket instead. She knew her hoodie ruined the look but the comfort it brought her had her whining as Karen pulled her out of the door. 

They took a cab, neither of them wanting to walk in heels to the restaurant and get blisters. They sat in the back and Karen pulled out her phone.

"Oh no. We're ten minutes late," she muttered fretfully. 

"Fashionably late," Daphne smirked, causing the blonde to giggle a little. She could really tell that Karen was excited for this and she felt less bad about lying if it meant being the catalyst for her and Foggy to finally take this step forward. She was excited herself but for very different reasons. She couldn't wait for the food and drink and to try and see how much she could push Matt when he had to behave like this. She wouldn't go too far, not wanting him to ruin the date for the two people actually on a real one.

When the cab pulled up outside of EnchiNada, Daphne pulled some notes from her purse and paid the driver before Karen had the chance. Karen gave her a look but she ignored it. She did just get a huge deposit from her new wealthy client after all. She brought the money not knowing if Foggy would even have enough to pay for all her drinks. She wasn't sure if Matt would throw a tantrum and ruin it since he was so unpredictable, and she'd feel bad if she caused him to ruin the night. If it was genuinely her fault then she'd happily pay for all of them as a way of saying sorry to Foggy. She just hoped Matt wasn't a dick, even when she annoyed him on purpose. He deserved it after how he'd been acting lately. She could have paid for her own meal anyway but Foggy roped her into this and if it went well then she expected that payment. 

They stepped out and Daphne glanced at Karen. She looked ridiculously nervous and it made her smile. Foggy and Karen would be adorable together. 

"Ready?" She asked softly. Karen looked at her and nodded stiffly, allowing Daphne to link her arm with hers. Daphne hoped it helped ease her anxiety a little.

"How aren't you nervous right now?" She whispered, panicked as they walked through the entrance.

"It's the dress," Daphne smirked playfully. Karen giggled and glanced around before quirking a brow at her.

"You're not kidding. I think every guy just stopped to stare at you," she muttered with a light laugh. She was catching a lot of eyes.

Her own green orbs swept the restaurant and landed on the two people she was looking for sat near the back. Matt was already looking in their direction and she saw him say something to Foggy who then also looked over before looking ready to pass out from nerves. Foggy was wearing a white shirt and no doubt dress pants, his hair combed back a bit. Matt was wearing a black button down shirt with no tie like he would in his lawyer mode. The top buttons were undone and his sleeves rolled up a little. His glasses weren't on but she presumed they'd be close by and she could see his cane resting on the table. He cleaned up nicely honestly. She wasn't surprised.

The restaurant itself was beautiful. It was dimly lit and there were fairy lights strung all around the walls. Numerous pieces of Mexican art but not too much. The ambience was nice and chill with some Mexican music playing very quietly in the background. It was packed full of people, chatting and eating and having a good time. 

"There they are," Daphne whispered, gesturing to where the boys were. Karen took a shaky breath as they walked arm in arm to the table. 

"Ladies! I didn't expect you to come together, and late too. I mean just a little. I'm not complaining," Foggy rambled nervously as he stood to greet them, Matt standing too to be polite.

"We had some girl time and got ready together," Karen replied shyly. Foggy reached out and gave Daphne a hug and Karen and Matt exchanged a quick hug. 

"You look… I mean… wow," Foggy mumbled and shyly kissed Karen on the cheek. Daphne was too busy watching the cutest couple in the world with a dopey smile on her face and jumped a little when she felt Matts lips on her own cheek. She should have known since they were on a ‘date’. It needed to look real. 

"You look breathtaking," he whispered, his voice low and making her belly clench. She moved away and looked up at him, his eyes unfocused on her face as his lips quirked up in a sly smirk. So he planned on pushing her buttons too. Game on. She was aware of Karen glancing at them curiously.

"You don't look too bad yourself," she smiled up at him, running her hand up his chest. She felt him tense and watched his adams apple bob as he swallowed. He lowered his head, pulling her seat out for her. She smirked to herself as she sat and noticed Foggy practically mimicking his best friend, watching what he was doing before he pulled out Karen's chair. It was like watching a little brother copy his older brother. It was cute. 

While they waited for the server to come by with the menu, she glanced at the couple sitting opposite her and Matt. They both seemed really nervous and clearly didn't know how to break the ice. It wasn't like they never spent time with each other; they were friends. But the prospect of the date seemed to have them both acting like they'd never met. She decided to help out. Familiar ground to help them ease back into being around each other, even if it was a different context.

"So Karen, what's it like working for these two? Honestly, I'd tear my hair out," she snorted with a warm smile. Karen looked relieved, tension leaving her shoulders and Daphne was pretty sure she knew what she was doing because she shot her a grateful look.

"It's good. I really love it there. Sometimes I wanna smack their heads together, but it's fun," she grinned.

"Yeah but, not me right? I mean smack Matt's head all day long, I get it, but not mine," Foggy huffed playfully. Karen laughed, tucking some hair behind her ear.

"Does that mean I get to smack your head? I think I'd really enjoy that," Matt smirked. Just as she hoped it set them into some easy small talk and then the server popped up and placed the menus on the table. 

Daphne looked at them and frowned, not even thinking when she looked up at the young man serving them with a raised brow.

"Do you have one in braille?" She asked carefully. The server looked to Matt then and looked somewhat bashful.

"We don't, I'm sorry," he muttered. Foggy looked like he was about to open his mouth and he had a grumpy look on his face. Daphne was anticipating one of his rants about establishments and how they don't care about blind people, he'd done it before when swapping life stories with her. She didn't want him to ruin the mood of the date.

"You know what? It's fine. I can read it to him," she shot the waiter a smile and he nodded before scurrying off. 

"I swear, one of these days-" Foggy started grumbling, getting promptly cut off by Daphne. 

"Hey, it just gives me an excuse to kick up the romance, right?" She asked him pointedly. Trying to give him a huge hint. Realization dawned on his face then and he nodded, glancing at Karen with a sheepish smile. 

"I can read it to you too… if you wanted?" Karen asked Foggy shyly. He looked flustered for a moment before grinning with a nod. These two, seriously. 

She scooted her chair closer to Matt who had been silent through the whole thing. He was probably used to it all by now. 

"Ready?" She asked softly. She wasn't going to be an asshole with this part. He couldn't actually read the menu, she wasn't that much of a bitch. 

"Yeah… thanks," he murmured in response. She picked up the menu before listing off what they had, keeping her voice quiet as the other couple did the same. Once again, the pair seemed to follow their example, bringing their chairs closer together. It was quite intimate and it was sweet. 

"I think I'm gonna have the enchiladas. They sound so good," Daphne mused when she’d read it all out. 

"I think that sounds good for me too," he replied. He seemed high strung tonight for some reason, she kept seeing him do his head tilt thing and clench his fists. Something was annoying him and she hadn't even started yet. He moved away from her a little as she set the menus down and the server came over and took their orders.

"And for drinks?" The guy asked politely.

"Uh… just a beer for me," Foggy requested. 

"And me," Matt said with a nod.

"A bottle of tequila sounds good," Daphne said, shooting a sly smirk at Foggy when he looked at her shocked. Didn't expect that did you? 

"Oh, I've never tried tequila before," Karen mused.

"Share it with me. It's so good," Daphne grinned. Karen nodded as the man wrote their order down.

"I see you're a woman with exceptional taste," he commented casually with a glance at Daphne.  Matt sat up straighter and cleared his throat causing the waiter to look back down before leaving to place their order. 

"Wow, it really is the dress," Karen giggled to her, making her snort. 

"What does it look like?" Matt piped up, looking for all intents and purposes like a curious blind man even though she knew better. 

"Well it's-" Daphne started, her mouth clamping shut when he held up a hand and shook his head. He turned his head to the couple across the table. 

"I'd like to hear it from them. We all know how modest you are, Daphne, I want to know what it really looks like," he flashed her a sly grin and she had no idea what he was doing but she rolled with it. At Matt's expectant gaze, Foggy's mouth floundered.

"I… uh… Karen?" He asked, shooting her a pleading look. Maybe he was scared of saying anything nice when he was on a date with someone else. It was hilarious. Karen snorted and shook her head at him, glancing back to Daphne and then Matt.

"It's a black. The top part is lace. It's a really pretty design on it. Then the rest is a black lace overlaying black fabric. She's got a great body so it clings her to her in all the right places," Karen shot her a cheeky grin and she hated that she blushed from it. Karen was obviously trying to butter up her 'date' for her. If only she knew.

"It sounds beautiful," Matt murmured, glancing back at her still playing his little act. 

She decided to play his game and gently took one of his hands.

"Here, you can feel it," she smiled, fluttering her lashes at him even though he couldn't see. Her hand was holding his and she rested it on her collar bone where the lace tapered off into a strap. His finger trailed along and upwards, not about to touch her breasts in front of everyone, and trailed down the back where it was much safer to do so. His touch was feather light and touched her skin as they slid down the strap. She felt her stomach clench as he did it, rousing goosebumps on her skin. A quick side glance caught a devilish smirk on his face, he was doing it on purpose. His fingers trailed further and came to more lace and his hand continued to where it turned into the rest of the dress.

"Okay, Jeez, no heavy petting at the table," Foggy whined. Matt moved his hand with a chuckle as Karen burst out laughing at his outburst.

"Hey, man. I'm blind. I see with these," Matt smirked, wiggling his fingers and making his friend groan in annoyance. Karen seemed to find the whole thing amusing though. Daphne was feeling a little flustered and was more than happy when the drinks were put down. The bottle of tequila was set in the middle with four shot glasses. Of course they'd presume it was for all of them. She guessed she didn't mind sharing some of it. The boys had their beers placed in front of them too.

"Yes!" Daphne grinned, swiping the bottle greedily before starting to pour four shots. She set them out in front of them all.

"Drink up," she smirked.

"I don't think that's a good-" Matt started, she shot him a look.

"Really? You wanna be the Debbie downer of this party, Matthew?" She asked with a sigh. 

"Yeah, Matt. Come onnnn," Foggy pleaded. 

"It'll be fun," Karen grinned in a sing-song voice. 

"I hope you know this is peer pressure," he relented, grabbing the shot glass. 

"To double dates!" Foggy grinned. Daphne almost laughed. They all slammed their shots down and Foggy made a ridiculous noise with shudder.

"Don't be such a baby," Daphne laughed at him.

"Wow that was strong," Karen murmured.

"That's why it's my favourite. One time I got so drunk off this stuff, I woke up on a fishing boat," she snorted, licking her lower lip. Karen and Foggy burst out laughing as Matt looked at her incredulously.

"How?" Was all he managed to get out.

"Honestly no idea. One minute I'm drinking and the next I wake up on a boat full of old dudes that don't speak a lick of English. They were good to me though. Fed me some instant noodles before sending on my way," she grinned at the memory, pouring herself another shot. 

"That's insane! How old were you?" Karen asked curiously. 

"Around 19. My parents chewed me out so bad for that because I missed college," she rolled her eyes, settling back in her chair. She’d only had one shot but the warmth bloomed in her chest and she enjoyed it.

"College? You never told me you went to college," Foggy complained. He sounded so offended and she laughed. Karen gave him a grin, shaking her head at him. 

"Well I mean, I dropped out so it didn't feel worth mentioning," she shrugged. 

"Foggy's gonna cry about this for a week now. He loves to know every little bit of his friends' lives," Matt teased with a grin. Foggy flipped him off making the girls giggle.

"What did you study?" Karen asked. She genuinely sounded interested and Daphne shifted in her seat a little.

"Photography," she explained.

"Of course!" Foggy said dramatically.

"That's where it all started, huh?" Matt asked with a smirk.

"I bet you were a real wild child. I bet the tequila story is nothing for you," Karen grinned at her.

"Are you telling me you never rebelled at all?" She quipped back playfully.

"I guess I did," Karen replied. She was smiling but there was an inflection in her voice. There was something there Karen didn't want to talk about so she decided not to press.

"You heard this, Matt. We scored a couple of bad girls. What kind of lawyers are we?" Foggy asked, acting disappointed in himself. Matt barked a laugh and she giggled when Karen slapped Foggy's arm.

"Right, I bet you two were little angels in college," Karen teased.

"We partied a bit but never anything crazy," Foggy defended. 

"Honestly I didn't party too much. Not a big people person," Daphne defended with a grin.

"Shocker," Matt murmured next to her. She squinted at him as Foggy snorted.

"I mostly got in trouble for fights," she shrugged. 

"Fights like real fights?" Foggy asked, sounding surprised.

"I had issues with using my fists and not my words. I was never actually good at fighting but it's amazing what you can do if you're pissed off enough," she murmured.

"Were they critiquing your people skills?" Matt asked dryly.

"It's like you want me to punch you," she commented with a sweet smile. 

"I'd like to see you try, sweetheart," he smirked, raising a brow. She made a mental note to try and kick his ass next training session. Karen seemed to take their banter as flirting and gave her a look as if she thought the date was going well. 

Soon enough the food was at their table and Daphne was loving it. She wanted to come here at some point on her own. They'd been making casual small talk and the night had actually been going really well. She hadn't even fucked with Matt too much as she kept getting distracted by the drink, amazing food and actually good conversation.

"So I have to ask, how did you two meet?" Karen smiled glancing between Daphne and her fake date. She should have known this was coming. Foggy choked on his food a bit and Karen looked at him worried before smacking his back a little. 

"We met at the precinct, just kinda crossed paths I guess," she shrugged with a grin.

"She had that bad attitude and I couldn't resist," Matt smirked. She rolled her eyes at him and the others laughed.

"Daphne told me you've been training her. Helping her defend herself," Karen mused, just making conversation. 

"Yeah. She's actually doing really good. She's a fast learner," he actually sounded sincere and she couldn't help glowing with the praise. 

"I can't even imagine how scary that must have been for you though. What that guy did… and now he's awake again," Karen said with a furrowed brow. Daphne stilled completely, her head whipping from one person at the table to the other. Matt grimaced, looking down at the table and Foggy looked like he'd seen a ghost. Karen glanced at them before her eyes widened a little.

"Wait. You- you guys didn't tell her?" She asked hesitantly. Daphne's heart went into overdrive and she hated how those simple words had an effect on her. But she was also more bothered by the betrayal she felt at no one telling her. 

"He's awake and you guys just didn't think it was important to tell me?" Her voice was tight and higher pitched than normal and she saw Foggy deflate as if realising he and Matt had ruined the date. She released then just how much Foggy meant to her because she felt bad. She didn't want Karen's association with the date to be a bad one because then she might not have a second one with him. 

"You know what, it's fine. Let's not even think about that right now. Let's just enjoy the night," she plastered a smile on her face with force as she grabbed the bottle and poured herself another shot and drank it in one. 

"Are you sure?" Karen started carefully. She hated the pity she saw in her eyes.

"Mhm. I don't want it to ruin the date," the word date felt like acid in her mouth as she tried to push back the burning betrayal and dose of anxiety all the way down. She gave her another smile and it seemed to do the trick. Foggy gave her a look that was relief mixed with pure guilt and she looked away.

"I think we should get dessert," Karen said after a moment to diffuse the tension.

"Good idea! We'll go up and order it. You guys want anything?" Foggy asked, standing up so fast his chair almost tipped over.

"No, I'm good thanks," Matt muttered. 

"The fudge cake seems good. But can I have it to go so I can eat it later?" She asked politely. So she could eat it in bed tonight when she lost sleep over the mess that the night turned out to be. Karen smiled as she ushered Foggy away and they walked to the counter across the way.

"Daphne," Matt started softly.

"Don't," she bit out with pure anger. She grabbed the bottle but Matt swiped it from her easily and set it back down. The pure need to drink was overwhelming her and she could feel her heart thumping against her ribs.

"I think you've had enough," he scolded lightly. She looked at him with such fury that he recoiled even though he couldn't see it.

"You know what I've had enough of? Lies, people turning out to be shitty. Keeping important things from me," she hissed. She could feel her blood pressure rising with each word and she felt like she couldn't breathe. 

"Come on. Let's get some air," he said firmly, standing up and reaching for her. He grabbed her arm and pulled her to stand and she swayed a little from the alcohol and the anxiety making her head rush. 

"Wait, where are you guys going?" Foggy asked, confused as he came back to the table Karen in tow after they'd placed the orders. 

"Just need some air," Matt murmured, not even sparing them a glance as he ‘watched’ her. They must have seen her anxiety because they just nodded as they sat. Matt led her outside and off to the side out of the way. 

"You know, I'd expect this from you, but from Foggy? And Brett? Why didn't Brett call me the second that piece of shit woke up?" She yelled, not caring if people heard her. Matt didn't have his glasses on and his hazel eyes burned into her as he frowned.

"It was me. We only found out because we were with Brett when he got the call. I suggested we wait to tell you and asked Brett to keep it quiet too," he sighed regretfully. 

"Why?" Her voice was pained and he grimaced, taking a step towards her.

"What good would it do? If I told you earlier when I found out, all that would have done was make you panic sooner. And you were so set on coming here and helping Foggy out and I didn't want you to just lock yourself away," he explained.

"I like Karen, I really do and I think there's potential to be friends, but do you know what a slap in the face it is to have someone's who's practically a stranger tell me?" She was upset, more than upset and her brain was a pile of mush as she tried to sort through it. 

"If I knew this would happen, I would have told you sooner. But it doesn't change anything. He's awake now and there's nothing you could have done differently to change what's happening," he placated. 

She pressed the heels of her palms into her eyes. She didn't want to cry. Not now and not in front of him. She regretted drinking now as it always made her a little more emotional.

"I just want it to end," she lamented. 

"I get it, and it will," he soothed. She scoffed and shook her head incredulously. 

"You don't get it though, Matt. He got in my head! He messed me up so bad that I barely slept because I didn't want to deal with the nightmares. They finally stopped after we slept together and now they're gonna come back and I'm just gonna drown in the fucking anxiety!" She raged, swinging her arms around wildly as she swayed slightly. 

"With all the evidence you have on him, he's going away for life. And I'm not gonna sit here and pretend to know what it's like… what you went through. But I know a thing or two about trauma and nightmares and they get better. Yeah, he's awake, but soon he'll live his life in a cell and be far away from you," he pressed. She bit down on her lower lip to stop it from trembling. Her eyes prickling with tears she was fighting away. That overwhelming helpless feeling had returned along with flashes of Mr Lee's dead body on the floor. 

"Matt… you're a lawyer but you're also a vigilante. You can't stand there and tell me that justice always gets served," she hissed quietly, keeping her voice to a minimum.  He looked frustrated as he tilted his head looking in her direction.

"I know it doesn't. Believe me I do. But I still try to have faith in the system. This should be an open and shut case. The stuff you have on him will be enough to convince a jury and he'll be gone. And if by some miracle he gets out, I'll keep you safe," he sounded almost desperate and she wanted to believe him. 

"Right, what are you gonna do, camp out on my fire escape every night to make me feel safe?" She scoffed bitterly.

"If I have to," he stated firmly. She blinked at him for a moment but her brain was too much of a mess to deal with whatever this was.

"I… I can't sit there in court and face him, Matt. I don't know if I can do it," she whispered brokenly. She hated feeling weak. It had been a rare occurrence in her life and she relished feeling in control. But her attack had flipped her upside down with that and she hated how badly it bothered her. People out there lived through worse things and she was still hung up on this. It made her feel small and stupid. 

"You can do this. You're one of the most headstrong, stubborn people I've ever met. You want to bury this whole thing? Then you go to court and tell them what a monster he is. Tell your truth. Mr Lee's truth. Get justice," he said forcefully as he rested his hands on her shoulders. It was pretty motivational, she wouldn't lie. She'd never seen him in court but she bet he was a great lawyer. 

She blew out a breath, reigning herself in. Panicking was getting her nowhere and there was truth to Matt's words. She wanted to have faith in the system but after everything she saw with Fisk, it was hard to. But she did have a lot of evidence and she herself was a victim and witness. It would be a good case. Once again it would just be a waiting game and she hated it. The thought of looking at that asshole in the eye made her stomach clench with fear. But she needed to take back that control and maybe that was the only way to do it. 

"I uh… always seem to become a mess when you're around," she snorted self deprecatingly as she sniffled. She wrapped her arms around herself as Matt released his hold on her. The night air was a little chilly and she'd left her coat inside. 

"I have that effect on people," he teased and she smiled at him.

"Thanks, I guess… for the pep talk. We should get inside," she mumbled awkwardly. She let her guard down around him too many times to be comfortable with it. He'd seen her vulnerable a few times now and it made her feel weird. She didn't like it. 

"Right. Back to the double date," he smirked, shaking his head.

"I hope it's going well. It seems like it right?" She asked him as they got to the door. She opened it and he took her arm and it looked like she was leading him.

"I'd say so," he grinned, gesturing with his head. She looked over and saw Karen and Foggy sat close together, smiling and talking to each other. She felt a pang of envy watching them. She glanced at Matt as they made their way through the make of tables and people but his head was already tilted in her direction.

"What?" She asked softly.

"Nothing," he muttered, turning away from her again. Weird, but nothing new for him.

They finally reached the table and the pair smiled widely at them. She smiled back as they sat down. They had empty plates in front of them from dessert and in her place was a box.

"How was the cake?" Daphne asked.

"Amazing. The best cake ever," Foggy beamed, looking at Karen every so often like he couldn't take his eyes off her. 

"It was. I think you'll really like it," Karen agreed with a warm smile. She really did like the woman and it would be nice to add to her new collection of friends. Something she never thought she'd want. 

Karen excused herself to go to the restroom and Foggy watched her go with a love sick smile on his face.

"Going well?" She asked him. His eyes dropped to her then and be flushed with a nod.

"Better than I hoped. And I know things went a little… ass upwards at the end but I really appreciate you guys doing this for me. And I'm sorry, Daph," he frowned. He looked like a wounded puppy.

"It's fine. We ready cleared it up," Matt murmured, reaching over and patting Foggy’s arm with a smile. 

"So… I really wanna walk her home. You know, get some one on one time, talk a little. Make the night last a little longer. But I'm just so…blegh ," he made a swirly motion with his hands and Matt chuckled. 

"I've got your back, dude. You both seem to be taking cues from us all night. I think she's as 'blegh' as you are," Daphne teased, making the same hand gesture he did.

"I've not been taking cues from you two!" He defended with a pout.

"You really kinda have been," Matt snorted.

"You're the little brother mimicking his big brother," Daphne grinned. Foggy threw his napkin at her with a playful huff as they all laughed. 

"Oh my god, I've been taking cues from a fake couple on a fake date. What is wrong with me?" Foggy whined. 

"You're just nervous and want to make sure it goes right, there's nothing wrong with that," Matt smiled at him. It was kind of nice seeing Matt be a decent human to his best friend. 

"Thanks, man," Foggy said sincerely. A truly touching moment. 

Karen came back after a moment and Daphne glanced at Matt, acting mask in place. She leaned into him a little and smiled, watching his confused face turn to her.

"It's nice outside. I think we should walk back to your place, see the stars and all that. That sounds nice, right?" She asked sweetly. Matt seemed to follow her lead as he shot her a smile he'd never given her before. She wondered how many ladies had been on the receiving end of it.

"Of course," he said softly, lacing her hand that was on the table with his. He brought it up to his mouth and kissed it. A little over the top but he seemed to sell it well as Karen grinned at them.  Daphne would deny until her last breath that her heart fluttered when he did it. 

"That does sound nice actually," Karen murmured shyly, glancing at Foggy. Foggy quickly shot Daphne a look that she could only interpret as a mental high five before he looked back at the blonde.

"Sounds great," he grinned at her. It was kind of adorable how neither of them knew what to do and seemed to be following hers and Matt's lead, she started wondering just how far she could take it. How many seeds she could plant to get them to make a move on each other. She also felt kind of weird to know just how closely the other pair was watching them. She was very aware she had to stay in character for this to work. Maybe she had too much tequila for her to be overthinking this so much. 

They all stood, Matt grabbing his cane and his glasses. He went to put them on but Daphne stopped him, her hand clasping around his.

"Leave them off. I like your eyes," she murmured, her other hand reaching up to his face. His eyes fluttered shut and he swallowed thickly as her fingertips teased his eyelids. She faintly heard a murmured 'aw' from Karen and she inwardly smirked. She removed her hand and he opened his eyes. It was weird how he seemed to look right at her even though he couldn't. He gave her a small smile and nod, slipping his glasses into his pocket. 

She laced her hands with his and he used his cane as they navigated their way out. Karen and Foggy behind them. Once they got outside, she noticed the pair also holding hands. Matt's lips quirked up and she knew he knew it too. The four of them stopped on the sidewalk, about to go separate ways.

"It's been really fun guys," Daphne said warmly. She meant it too. Apart from the hiccup she'd actually had a good time. Fake date or not. 

"We should do this again sometime," Karen said eagerly. Her cheeks flushed red at her words and she glanced at Foggy like he was going to say no to another date. But Foggy had a dopey grin on his face that he couldn't even hide. She didn't want to say anything about how her and Matt weren't really dating. That was something they'd figure out another time. Foggy could tell her it hadn't worked out and that was that. But they could still all hang out. Foggy and Karen as a couple with her and Matt as 'not really friends but sometimes okay with each other'.

(Continued in next post)

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[exodusmc]

The devil on your shoulder

Genre: smut, fallen angel au

Words: 2653

Paring: Fallen agnel Chanyeol x human reader

Warning!:light choking, unprotected sex, vax play, restriction with ropes, overestimation, hickeys, thigh riding, pet naming, dirty talk, breast play, light hair pulling, manipulation, very slight size kink,  possessiveness/ yander themes

a/n:  oh my, I was totally imagining monster era Chanyeol with that red hair whispering in your ear..This story kinda exist in the same universe as the one with Minseok

gif is not mine 

There was this saying, where you had an angel and a devil on your shoulders, trying to guide you through life and live in peace, but what you didn’t know was that there was only a devil whispering in your ear. 

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“Y/n!”Jiwoo smiled as he hugged you from behind, taking a deep breath of your scent. You grinned, turing in his arms so you could watch those bright eyes look at you with love. 

“Good morning to you too.”you chuckled out, standing outside your college. Jiwoo had confessed his crush on you three weeks back and now were you two dating, happily. You loved him, the way he laughed, the way he would hold the sun in his eyes. He was perfect, too perfect. All your insecurities had  started to grow with being together with him. Jiwoo was liked by most and you couldn’t be the only one who had their gaze on him. It hurt, made you sometimes irrational and angry. But he promised you were the apple of his eye, the only one he wanted to be with. 

“Well it is now that I can have you in my arms!” he grinned back, reminding you of an angel walking on earth.

“Ugh, I think I’m going to throw up at the cheesiness.. “Seolhyun rolled her sparkling eyes, glaring at you with mock disgust. In reality was she happy for you, relieved to know you felt loved. 

“I, for one, like cheesiness..”Jiwoo kissed your cheek, moving back, his collar dipping. Your eyes traced his neck, down to the small part of his shoulder which got exposed. You turned cold at what you thought you saw, ears numb to the bickering from Seolhyun and your boyfriend.

“Do you see that?” a breathy whisper tickled down your ear, purred with a deep voice as you stared at what looked like a hickey, but was only a shadow, on Jiwoo’s neck. You couldn’t have it left since you hadn’t seen him since friday.”It’s exactly what you think it is…he’s lying to you, he doesn’t deserve you”

“I have to go, see you around..”your sudden words made both Jiwoo and Seolhyun turn to watch you. Your boyfriend look confused, sad at the cold glare you sent him, while your friend frowned.

“O-okay..See you at lunch?”Jiwoo let you go from the hug but held onto your hand, puppy eyes pleading with you, making you more annoyed.

“He’s playing you…toying with your beautiful heart. Don’t listen to him love..”

“Maybe..I have some school work to finish, bye.” and with that were you gone, not seeing the smirking red haired man watching you with fiery orbs. In his eyes was your boyfriend undeserving of you, only he himself could have you and if it meant turning you against Jiwoo, the angel, he would do it. All so he could have you.

-

The library was quiet as you sat in the corner, ignoring Jiwoo’s texts. You didn’t have anything you had to do but didn’t want to see him and knowing he was cheating, thinking you wouldn’t know. Anger boiled in your veins as you scolded yourself for falling for him, his innocence and love too good to be true. You should have known better. 

“You should leave him before he gets the chance to hurt you more…”it was that voice again, murmuring in your ear with softness and concern. You could almost feel hands stroking over your arms, fingers trailing up your neck and jaw.”He’s just bad and a lier…Leave him..”

Why would Jiwoo do something like that to you? You had only been faithful to him and nice but he still played your heart. Tears rolled over your cheeks, silent and crushing. You thought you loved him, maybe you do, but doesn’t love you.

“Baby leave him…”a sigh escaped past your soft lips, hair standing as hands landed around your neck, a breath hitting the shell of your ear.”Leave him and come to me..”

-

Chanyeol was pissed, anger setting fire to his eyes. Red locks were pointing everywhere due to him dragging his hand through it. He had watched you for a long time, taken a liking in your scent and grace, so different from him, but then did that boy come around and confess his feelings. Chanyeol despised the boy, wanted to hear him scream in agony for think he could take what belonged to Chanyeol. He had to get you away from the boy, he just had to. 

Pacing around in his room, black wings mulling behind his broad back, he kept mumbling to himself. But he had enough and punched a gold and red wall, roaring out in anger. You were his and no punk would be able to take you away from him. It was already enough that Jiwoo had touched you, Chanyeol would burn his fingers as punishment. Such a stupid boy, thinking he could win over a fallen angel. 

-

“This won’t work..”Jiwoo looked up from his book, eyebrows furrowed. He watched you with a growing fright, hands shaking.

“What won’t work apple?”you rolled your eyes at the nickname, making Chanyeol smiled from behind you, fingers playing with your hair.

“Us being together..”

“H-Have…I done something..?”Jiwoo looked like a kicked puppy, orbs glossing over and making you more annoyed.”I’m sorry…Y/n please tell me w-what I did..”

“Don’t listen to him…He’s trying to manipulate you baby…”Chanyeol glared at the boy, leaving you so he could stand before him, towering over the pathetic human.”He doesn’t like you..such a liar..”

“No, I just don’t like you anymore…bye Jiwoo.”you stood up, leaving a broken Jiwoo gazing after you.

Chanyeol huffed at the sorry sight the boy was. He should have known better than to fall for what wasn’t his. But Chanyeol was content now. You could be his and he could punish the human thinking he was better. 

“I’ll see you again…”Jiwoo tensed at the voice, eyes widening as he felt his throat tighten.”..You should have never touched her..”

-

Seolhyun had tried to talk to you, calling every five seconds, but you didn’t answer. A lone tear rolled from your eyelashes, confusion hurting your head and heart. Sitting in your room, tucked away in the corner, you couldn’t remember why you broke up with Jiwoo or why you were so mean. In the moment had it felt great but now were you just empty. Chanyeol sighed, your broken face staring right through him. He did it for you and you just needed time to realize it. And then would he be there, holding you and protecting you. A finger ran down your cheek, lips smiling as he leaned into kiss your forehead. 

“Soon, baby, soon will I have you..”

-

The night was cold, trees standing tall around you as darkness danced. Why were you taking a walk in the middle of the night? The voice had asked you to, whispered that you should follow the path lit by the moon. At the end was a beautiful mansion standing, cast in the moonlight, glowing red. It looked to be from a fantasy book, marble circling around windows on both stories, but what caught your eyes the most was a figure standing by the entrance. He had wings, fire like sparks coming of the feathers.

“You don’t need to worry baby…I’m here now..”it was the voice, it was his voice, carried through the air to your skin, licking up your ear. Shivers ran down your spine, feet stopping. 

Chanyeol walked out, meeting your frozen body, smiling with want and need, crazy eyes hiding behind blue skies. He grabbed your arm, couldn’t wait to feel your skin against his, watch how small you were against him. You felt flames go from his hand over to your cold body, lighting fires inside you. His wings brushed over your back, needed to feel you too, shaking in anticipation. Jiwoo was forgotten, the whole world was forgotten, as you stood in his arms, this stranger who had purred sins in your ears. 

“My name is Chanyeol, say it, mean it..”he growled out, lips stopping a mere inch from yours, breath fanning over you face. Your eyes glossed over, mouth parting. If you said his name were you his to do whatever he wanted with. He just needed you to whisper his name, fall to him. 

“Chanyeol…”you moaned out his name, making him groan at the sweet sound. Now were you gone, his. 

“Good baby…such a good girl..”sharp teeth bit down by your ear, hands landing on your waist. Chanyeol loved the feeling of your flesh, wings pushing you closer to his warm body.”..and all mine..”

When you opened your eyes again were you no longer standing in the forest but inside the mansion, warm gold and red dripping from the walls decorated with lavish things. You gasped as Chanyeol pressed you against a door, knee resting between your weakening legs. His fingers wandered up to your hair, pulling it so your unmarked neck would be exposed. Wetness pooled inside your panties, pussy clenching with desire as his tongue dragged over your gungular. He sucked and licked all over your neck, leaving bruises traling to your jaw where he stopped to gaze at you. His eyes were so dark, making you whine. Chanyeol smirked, leaving you panting against the door. He sat down on the bed, legs spread wide, showing of the bulge growing beneath his black pants.

“Come here baby, sit on my thigh..”murmuring, Chanyeol patted his lap, biting his under lips as you stumbled to him. You sat down on his right thigh, feeling it flex against your soaked cunt. He grabbed your waist and started to move you along the muscle, sleeping shorts getting wet.” As much as I want to taste your little cunt..I can’t tonight..I just have to fill you up..”

A string of mewles left your swollen lips, the texture of his pants rubbing against your pussy so deliciously, leaving your face pinched together in pleasure, a pleasure Chanyeol knew that little boy couldn’t give you. He forced your down a little more, hitting your clit and sending electricity through your veins. A shaky scream left your lungs, head falling forward into Chanyeol’s chest. You just orgasmed, head spinning. His fingers slipped under your shirt, moving until they found your nipples, pulling at the buds and making your body go haywire. Overestimation made you cry, tears dropping down your chin and onto his shirt. Chanyeol chuckled, pinching harder at your nipples before he tore your shirt in half, leaving your breasts exposed to the cold air.

“Such a lovely sight baby..”he murmured right under your ear, moving so you laid under him on the soft mattress. Slik clung on to your skin, sweat forming on your hairline. You looked completely fucked out and Chanyeol hadn’t even touched your needy pussy, a thought which made him groan at the tightness of his pants.”..I just want to play a little more..”

The rough texture of rope rolled around your wrists, tying them together over your head. Chanyeol smirked, kissing up between your breasts, stopping right above your lips. He still had his clothes on, which made you eye the shirt with a mix of fury and disappointment. But his lips planed against yours with a want, leaving you tugging on your restraints to touch him, run your finger through his red locks. Sitting back up, Chanyeol dragged of the fabric, letting your gaze follow the lines of his abs and chest, arms flexing as he rolled back down, tongue licking under your ear. You moaned, struggled against the rope and cried when he chuckled darkly.

“Such a needy little girl…Tsk, learn to behave and I’ll give you what you want..”tears rolled down your cheeks, eyes hazy as Chanyeol placed his hands on your throat, pressing but you could still breath, pussy dripping all over your underwear.

“I-I I’m sorry..I’ll be a good girl..please..”your pleading made him growl, cock hard and hot in his pants. All Chanyeol wanted was to pound into you but knew better than to fo it without preparing you.

“Okay, since you asked so nicely..”your shorts and panites were destroyed, air making your skin form goosebumps.

Chanyeol watched with an intense stare at the way your pussy was squeezing and dripping juices all over his bed. Fingers teased through your folds, cupping your heart before he brought it to his mouth for a taste. He groaned, debating if he should eat you out even when he said he wouldn’t, the ache to be inside you overpowering the desire to taste more. You were completely naked, tied and for him to feel. Grabbing a red candle, Chanyeol held it before your eyes, the flame mirroring in your blown pupil. You stared at the fire, gulping down as you glanced at the fallen. 

“Heath can be the greatest pleasure in the world, baby, I just know you’ll like it..”you tensed, the bottom of the candle swirling around one of your nipples. 

Chanyeol brought it down to your stomach, titling it just enough for the hot wax to form a drop at the edge, waiting to fall, and it did. The burning sensation made you gasp, hands tightening against the rope around your wrists. More vax dropped onto your stomach, leaving you moaning loudly. It was a mix between pleasure and pain, gracing over your skin again and again. Your thighs shook as the vax touched them, back arching when Chanyeol moved the dripping candle to your breasts. Pants left you in a rush, a knot forming in the pit of your stomach. The way you looked made Chanyeol grow painfully hard, the candle dropping to the ground when he had enough, flame going out before the floor caught it. 

“Can’t fucking wait anymore..”he growled out, removing the last of his clothes in a rush. Chanyeol’s cock was big, veins creeping up the shaft to the red head, making your mouth water and pussy clench. He dragged it though your wet folds, coating himself in all of your juice, before stopping by your hole. 

“I’m going to fill you up so nice baby, I can’t wait to see your pussy take all of me..”pushing his cock in, Chanyeol grunted. You were tight, eyes rolling back into your head. He moved in and out of you, moaning deeply at your cunt trying to keep him inside all the time, it was so greedy for him. A smirk played on his lips which went close to your ear.”Such a good little girl..”

You moan, a pathetic sound ripping through your sore throat, hands still tied. Marks from the vax littred your skin, creating a master piece together with his hickeys. You were spent, a mess drooling from his thrusts. Chanyeol speed up, needed to fill you with his cum, loving the way your pussy clenched around his hard cock. He hit your spot, forcing hot white light before your eyes and the shaking over your thighs. You ached all over, not even realizing when he came deep inside you, wings fluttering over your cheek in an adoring maner. Your wall were painted by his seed, womb filled to the brim of his cum. Chanyeol sighed, staying inside you, watching your body trying to calm down. He knew you weren’t really there, head still spinning from your orgasm. 

“You’re so good for me baby..”a sigh passed his lips, hands releasing you from the ropes. You felt sore around your wrists but he smiled down at you, fingers trailing over your closed eyes. The devil on your shoulder had won. 

#chanyeol x reader #chanyeol smut #Park Chanyeol #chanyeol au #Fallen Angel AU #fallen angel chanyeol #exo #exo smut #exo au #exo chanyeol #kpop #kpop smut #kpop senarios #Exol #exo senarios #EXO xiumin #exo suho #exo lay #exo chen #EXO baekhyun #exo do #exo kai #exo sehun #monster era

[kmelanin]

patient-hyunjin request

request- Hi beautiful! Your writing is absolutely amazing and a true gift for black girls! I saw your requests were open and I was wondering if you could write a skz Hyunjin smut like you're a western idol and you come visit korea during ur break cuz he's also on break but you get mad cuz he's always hanging with this gg idol but then you guys makeup and bathtub cuddles. Pleasee and thank you

an/ im so sorry this is late! I hope you enjoy my sloppy writing. :’))))

-Hyunjun posted a photo- You read your phone screen and sigh. You sat back in your seat in the back of your drivers vehicle, on the way to the airport. You were heading back to Korea for your mid-summer break vacation. This would be your first time back since leaving for America five years ago to pursue and further your singing career. Out of all of the people you will be seeing and visiting, your ex best friend is the only person on your mind.

If anyone knew you, they knew about Hyunjin and vise versa. You two were such an unstoppable duo, until exactly five years ago. You always think about his confession, or supposed confession. 

--- “You what?” He stands there in front of you his face twisted up as if he was a puppy and you kicked him. 

“I'm leaving Korea.” You repeat. He doesn't say anything, just squints his eyes. So you continued. “I have this opportunity to further my career with this company” You continue on explaining yourself. 

“What about the companies I showed you?” He asks softly, his voice laced with confusion.

“I told you no in the beginning Hyunjin, they don't want me. Not only am I black, but I'm also one thick ass bitch. It doesn't match up. In the US, I can actually get somewhere.” You try to say everything carefully, trying to read his expression. But it was so hard. 

“What about me? You know I can't just leave, and I need you here.” He tries to fight it, fight the reality. 

“And what? Just sit on the sidelines, and just say fuck my own wants and dreams?” You ask about getting defensive. 

“No, but I- I love you so much. I don't want you to be so far away from me.” He runs his hands through his hair, his frustration showing. “Look, I wanted to tell you this another way. But you, you are the one for me YN. I can't- I'm not ready for you to leave this soon.”

“I can't change anything Hyunjin. I've put you first for so long, it's my turn now.” You are getting heated now. Why can't he understand? 

“If you leave, I'll hurt, hurt for a while. And i won't forgive you…” He mumbles, tears running down his face. You didn't even know how to react to it. You knew he would be upset, but trying to manipulate you like this? 

“Fuck you, Hwang Hyunjin.” You got up from your seat and left.-----

You regretted leaving him that day, and not saying goodbye before you left for America. But you don't regret going to America. You tried to call him a couple of times since then, but he ignored you, sent you to voicemail. You tried to talk to him through other members, but they just advised you to let him move on. 

But you didn't want that, you wanted your best friend. You wanted him to be proud of you, as you are to him. 

The only person you've told that you were coming is Felix, and your mother of course. But she's in the US. You didn't want to tell the world, so you could get some peace and quiet.

Once you get off of the plane, you meet up with Felix and he rides with you on the way to your apartment that you have here. 

“He’s gonna kill me.” Felix laughs next to you.

“Why do I have a feeling that he's going to kill me too?” You sigh, your nerves are also trying to kill you. 

“Ahh, I don't think so. I think he’ll be shocked, but he has definitely changed.” He rolls his eyes. 

“Changed? What do you mean?” You ask, tilting your head a bit. 

“Everyone but Hyunjin thinks that he just suppressed everything. Like at first you can't tell that anything is wrong, he is good at putting up an act. I mean, that's kinda our job. Right…” He pauses, “ But we know him better than he thinks. Lee thinks that he's waiting, he doesn't want to get over you.” 

His words stunned you. You are speechless, did you leaving really hurt him that bad? He definitely hates you.

“I mean, you had to know that the kid has been in love with you since way before debut. God, it was annoying! So i'm not surprised he can hide his feelings so easily, but it's like this time he really got hurt, so he hides a lot more.” 

Once you got to your apartment, Felix made sure you got in safely and then had to head to the studio. He did leave Hyunjins location tomorrow night, so that gave you an idea. Supposedly he's going to be at the dance studio, practicing his dance moves. You really have no idea how to confront him, other than to pop up. You've been at this studio before, so it shouldn't be hard to find. 

For the rest of the night you take your time and unwind from your travels. You call your manager and let him know you wanted some food in the house and a chef, you needed some homemade Korean food in your life. 

You hop in the shower and wash the day away. You don't wash your hair since you had a jet black, fresh wig on. But you do shave everywhere and use some body scrub. After some shower lotion, you love to see your skin glowing. 

You put on a silk slip dress and your slippers. You can hear the chef in the kitchen banging things around, making a great meal. You go into the living room and head over to the sound system that you had, it plays whatever music throughout the whole apartment. You put on some softer korean music, and you start to light some candles. Your anxiety levels at the moment, were skyrocketing. But you were trying your best to forget about him for the moment, and get yourself together. 

The past five years has definitely made you realize the love you had for this man. But you thought for sure that he hated you, that he wants nothing to do with you. But after hearing Felix, you just needed to see him, and either actually end things or get this friendship back in order. You needed to end these questions that cloud your brain on a daily basis. 

After everything you've been through and all the shows you've done, you've never felt this amount of anxiety.You stand in front of the studio, right outside. It was around six at night, and you were really debating on leaving or not. You look at your phone, at the time once again. He should be leaving anytime now. 

He was taking forever, or maybe it was the nerves making the time go by so slow. You put your phone away and you walk up the stairs. You open the tinted glass door and step into the air conditioned hallway. You walk down the hallway and turn down the first left. If you remember correctly, this was the right direction. Since the rooms were sound proof, you couldn't hear any music, but you went to the room with the lights on. The one room in the hallway with its lights on. 

You take a deep breath and you look through the glass. 

You swear your heart stopped. You can see him, but his back was turned to you. You could see his face in the wall tall mirror. He was wiping his face off with a towel, and he had his water bottle in his hand. His hair was longer than you remember, in that beautiful black color. He wore black shorts that went right above his knees and a big white shirt. He also had some black Vans on.                                               How can he make such a simple outfit look so good? 

Suddenly, your eyes connect in the mirror and you quickly pull yourself away from the door. You turn around and try and scurry away. But you hear the door swing open and his voice yells out towards you. 

“Hey! Stop!” The sound of his deep voice alone has you stopped in your tracks. “Who are you? Stop playing around.” He goes on in Korean. You need to turn around before he thinks you're a fan and calls the cops for stalking. So you do. 

You turn around and lower your hood, once again connect your eyes with his. You clench your jaw at the sight of his eyes widening at the sight of you. His mouth falls open, moving around as if he wants to say something. Then his eyes get glossy, and soon start to water. 

 “Yn?” His voice whispers. Before you could say anything, the door opens and this auburn hair colored girl walks out. 

“Oppa?” She squeaks and leans against him. She then spots you and tilts her head, probably wondering who you were. 

You sure the hell were wondering who she was. Felix didn't tell me he was seeing anyone, why didn't he tell you?? You didn't know what to feel.

“Oh, I'm sorry for interrupting your dance practice. Text me, and maybe we can catch up while i'm here?” You chose your words carefully then you were out of there. 

By the time you were outside there were tears running down your face. Everything is so overwhelming at the moment. Was that his girlfriend? Is that why he ignored all of your messages?

You stay in your apartment for the next couple of days. You just needed time to think about what just happened. You found out the girl he was with is a trainee, and she just debuted. He was always kind and helping people with their dances. But it's been so long, and with the way she was leaning against him...they could be dating, or at least seeing each other.

Your phone starts ringing on your lap. You look down from the movie you were watching and you see Felix's name across your screen.

“Hello?”

“You are so lucky we have nothing going on!” He yells through the phone. 

“What?” You are confused. 

“Don't ask me what. You knooooow what. You went to see him but then just leaves when he wants to say something.” 

“I freaked! He was with some girl and I was interrupting something.” 

“If you thought they were dating, you really are stupid.”

“Excuse me-”

“He's on the way to your apartment so I hope you're there.” He cuts you off. “Tell him.” Then he hangs up. 

You knew exactly what he was talking about. 

You were now at that point in your career where you can locate anywhere in the world and it would mess and disturb anything. So you wanted to relocate your permanent home in Korea. You wanted to tell him in person, hoping for a great reaction. But like usual nothing is going your way. Now you had no choice but to tell him now. Not when you had time to grow another pair of balls. 

You quickly run to your room and change your clothes to something that covers a bit more skin, then just some short shorts and a sports bra. 

Your doorbell goes off and you take a deep breath. This is it. 

You walk to your front door and you open it. 

There he stood. He had a striped shirt tucked into some black jeans. A bit of jewelry, hair just perfect. No makeup, but he still seems to just walk out of a magazine.  

“Please come in, I'm happy Felix sent you here.” You say softly as you hold your door open wider to let him enter. He comes in and slides his shoes off, leaving him in his black socks. You weren't sure how much he knows, but everything is making you so anxious. 

As soon as you shut and lock your door, you were instantly pulled into a back hug. His towering figure practically engulfed you against the wall. His neck was tucked into your neck. You turned around so you can hug him back. You didn't know how much you missed this until now. His hold is so warm and welcoming, especially when he's clinging on to you for dear life. You were so used to seeing Hyunjin the korean kpop idol online, that you almost forgot how much of a baby he was around you. He was always so touchy. It annoyed you before, but now it's the best feeling. 

You loosen your grip a bit, because you wanted to see his face. But one of his hands that was on your waist goes up to the back of your head. So as you went to look at him, he pushes your head forward and crashes his plump lips against yours. Utter shock runs through you, freezing your body where you stand. 

He pulls away slightly, but comes back leaving a more gentle kiss on your lips. He repeats and repeats. Slowly you realize what the fuck is happening and you kiss him back. You kiss him probably way harder than you intend, but he clearly doesn't mind because he instantly matches your energy. Both of his hands are holding your face gaining that control that he wants.

Hyunjin is hungry, he's been starving ever since you left. He couldn't help himself. He can wait for the words, they can come later. But he has been waiting for this exact moment for what feels like forever. 

You needed this to slow down though, you put your hands on his chest and push him away. He listened this time. He even backed away a step, putting himself at a bit of a distance. 

“Felix told me that you might have thought there was something going on between that trainee and I. There's not, I promise.” He goes on. 

“Oh yea? What else did he tell you?” You ask, crossing your arms. 

“Your address.” 

“Mhmm, and by that kiss i'm guessing you don't hate me.” You say thinking out loud at this point. Hyunjin frowns and pouts his lips a bit.

“Hate you? I could never hate you.”

“Well, I wanted to tell you this last night, but I felt like I was definitely intruding.” You start, but you don't want to talk much about that since all you could really think about is his lips at this point. “I am relocating my home base here in Korea.” You blurt out. His eyes look away and back to you quickly. His head tilts a bit in confusion. You wait, letting him comprehend what you just said. Then in the next second, his eyes jump in shock. He looks back at you and his mouth falls open. 

“You're staying in Korea?” His voice comes out strained. You couldn't say anything from the look on his face. Thank fuck he was right or else he would've been broken all over again. You just nod your head really fast, and brace for impact. Which thankfully you did, he runs the very short distance to you and he scoops you up hugging your body. He spins with you in his arms, and you both laugh. 

As soon as he puts you down he grabs your face again and kisses you. This time you kissed back instantly causing the kiss to level up quite a bit. His hands slowly make their way to the back of your head to hold you still as he kisses you deeply. One of his hands runs down to your waist to pull you impossibly close. 

“I missed you so fucking much.” He moans against your lips. You couldn't help but to whine at his words. Because God you missed him so much. Your hands mess up his perfect hair as you run them through it. 

His lips break away from yours again, and he suddenly bends down and grabs onto your thighs and lifts you up. Your sudden shock doesn't help and he leans you against the wall. He laughs a bit as he comes back in for some more kisses. Once he has a better grip on you. He lifts you off the wall and walks towards the living room. 

“Down the hall, first door.” You mumble and kiss down his cheek to his neck so that he can find his way to your room. 

He gets to the end of your bed and he drops you on top of it. You let out a small shriek when he does. 

“What's with you, you're so aggressive?” You ask laughing a bit. He smiles down at you as he climbs on top. 

“Try having the love of your life leave for five years and come back and tell me how you feel.” He mumbles against your ear then kisses it. 

“Mhm, I left the love of my life, but now I'm back and I'm staying, so I know that we have all the time in the world.” Your words barely come out and his lips leave marks all over your neck. He rips your top off and starts to leave more.

“Well during this time, I'm going to show you how much i've missed you.” He hooks his fingers into the waistband of your bottoms and he pulls them off. He leans down and leaves baby kisses on your skin, trailing down in between your legs. You let out a shaky breath when he leaves a kiss on you right above your panties. 

He didn't waste anymore time and he ripped them off. His tongue touches you first, and a sigh leaves you. Your fingers find his head and you grip on to his hair for dear life, pushing and pulling on his head as he eats you out. He puts one of your legs on his shoulder and he leans up just a bit, so he could get his tongue deeper. Soon his fingers join, making you scream out in utter pleasure. Your lower body was twitching so much, making him hold on to your for damn near dear life. 

“Mhm, I can't wait.” He suddenly lets you go and he rips his shirt off, and he leans up and unbuckles his belt. You got distracted by his slightly cared out torso, and so he quickly undoes the rest of his pants and pushes them off. You go to grab onto him, but he stops you and pushes you back. He mounted you and slid his dick against you a couple of times to coat himself in your juices.

“I wanted to taste you too.” You whine a bit, your mind filling with the thoughts of him.

“Like you said, all the time in the world.” He mumbles and takes a peek up at you. He bites his bottom lip as he slowly pushed himself into you. Any response you had to his words, disappeared. This feeling was better than you would've ever thought. You finally have everything you've ever wanted in life. 

He leans down on top of you and he thrusts his hips against yours. His arms were flexed on either side of your face. He gazes down at you, his eyes stuck on your lips Your face is scrunched up in pleasure, your mouth falls open in an ‘o’ shape. He takes that chance and kisses you deeply. He slows down his hips, giving you long deep strokes. You could barely keep up with his kisses from the constant bliss you were getting from him. 

He pulls away and trails down your neck, marking you up some more, making the ones that were already there, bigger. He kisses down your torso. Before you could whine about him not being on top of you, he quickly flips you over on your stomach. He pulls your hips up making you bring yourself on all fours. The way he was handling you really turned you on. He always was so gentle with you. 

His hand pushes your back down a bit, and you arch it as much as you could. He pushes into you again and he bottoms out. He leans over you leaving kisses on your back as he drills into you. 

“You aren't going to leave me again? Mhm?” He asks you in a low voice. All you could do is cry out, but you nod your head trying to answer him. He moves your head so it's to the side and he gives you a kiss on your cheek.

________

You lay on the bed, your body covered in sweat. Hyunjin gets up and asks you where the bathroom is. Your eyes were closed and you were so close to being asleep. You tell him and he walks off.

He walks into your bathroom and notices everything to set up a nice bubble bath. He was surprised how big of a tub you have. 

Once he was done filling it up. He lights the candles that you already have. He walks back to your bed and sees you fast asleep on the bed. He smiles and walks around to the side you are closer to. He leans down and picks you up, startling you. 

“Hyunjin, put me down.” You groan. You just want sleep. 

             “You gotta get cleaned up.” He smiles down at you as he sets you on your feet. Your eyes widen at the view in front of you. He takes a step forward and puts a foot in.

“It's perfect, come here.” He holds a hand out, you quickly take it and he helps you in. You sit down in the warm water. It was perfect, your body easily welcomes the water as you go down. He quickly finds the spot behind you and you. His arms circle around you and he snuggles into your body from behind. You couldn't help but to smile and play with his hair a bit that was on your shoulder. 

“I love you so much. It's like all the hard times i've had in the past don't even exist when you're around. As stupid as I sound, plese don't leave me again.”

#hyunjin #stray kids #stray kids oneshot #stay #kpop #kpop fanfic #ambw

[another-snape-story]

First Days as Hogwarts Professor

Chapter X

Your first days as Hogwarts Professor were tense. New job required bringing all your professional and communicative skills into use. Quite a big contrast to the hasteless rhythm of empty castle you got used to. You had no time for leisure, even short walks outside were beyond the permissible – lesson plans and first assignments needed to be checked fully booked your schedule. You even had to take your notes for meals to spare yourself some precious minutes.

Taking place beside your offish colleague at the teacher’s table in the Great Hall became your habit, and soon you started considering that chair yours. His company was just what you needed – he never spoke much – actually, he never spoke at all unless you addressed him, what you really appreciated since your thoughts were now lost in working routine, so your conversations often had to be reduced to simple exchange of polite greetings.

Snape on the other hand was secretly dying to know how you were doing, but seeing how busy you were he didn’t dare disturbing you with silly questions. As much as he was pissed with Potter and all the bitter memories of the past which surfaced in his mind with boy’s arrival, he itched to have at least the briefest contact with you during the day. As much as Potter got on his nerves, you – to his utter disbelief – had right the opposite effect.

During meals Snape found himself focused more on you sitting beside him, than on his plate, unconsciously trying to prolong awareness of your presence. The tail of his eye stroked your silhouette every time you came to sight, whether he wanted it or not, and – consternated – he realized that all the shit he has been through in his miserable life still wasn’t enough to destroy him completely, no – fate decided to play another joke on him to see if he could bear more pain and emotional turmoil.

Less than a week passed since the start of the term, but Snape knew he would find you in the staff room at this hour – for some reason you preferred working there, rather than in your office. Little did he know you stayed here just to have another chance to see him.

Absorbed into studying something, you were sitting on the armchair with a pile of notes on your lap, a book on the armrest and two more on the side table, paying no attention to what was happening around. Snape carefully closed the door not to interrupt you and quietly sat on the other armchair watching you from afar. Withdrawn in your thoughts you gave him a rare opportunity to admire your real self, which he couldn’t miss. The way you slightly slouched over your papers as your hand scribbled down some lines, the way you frowned studiously flipping through pages, the way your lips moved from time to time as your eyes ran across the text made him lose the track of time.

Yawning, you tilted your head and rubbed your neck to chase fatigue away, as suddenly you noticed you were not alone and startled.

“Merlin! You scared me to death!” you laughed a little embarrassed. “How did it happen that I missed you? Long sitting here?”

“Not really,” Snape lied. With a straight face he rose to his feet and took a random book from the shelf, pretending it was the only thing that mattered to him at the moment. After looking through its contents, he put it back and took another one.

“Is everything fine?” you dared asking although his look suggested to better not bothering him.

“As fine as it can be after these two dunderheads –” Snape’s face twitched in disgust, “– Longbottom and Finnigan – melted a cauldron in my class,” he snapped annoyed.

“You said Longbottom?” you rolled your eyes displeased, sharing your colleague’s indignation. “This ‘dunderhead’ as you called him fainted (!) in my class! And all we were doing – just making a cut on frog’s carcass! I guess he’d have a heart attack once we get to a real dissection…” you put all your notes aside, weakly sinking back in the armchair. “But it’s nothing in comparison to your destroyed cauldron,” you giggled. “The boy’s a disaster!”

“Oh you find it funny?” Snape frowned. He walked up to you and sagged on the sofa, which stood beside. “There’s more to come. Wanna know the whole story?”

“You bet!” you leaned toward him, your eyes shining with curiosity.

“Well, the cauldron wasn’t empty…”

“No way!”

“Yep,” Snape sighed.  “Cure for boils. The damn simplest potion,” he emphasized each word, “but the idiot managed to screw it up!”

“He spilled it, right?” you assumed impatiently, craving for more details.

“What would you expect? Of course he spilled it!” he complained.

You covered your mouth with both hands. You sympathized with the man and would’ve killed the boy if it happened in your class, but now you felt like bursting into laughter. You’d give anything to see Professor Snape dealing with the chaos which followed this little accident and just couldn’t help.

“It was everywhere!” Snape continued. “The floor, a few desks, even children’s shoes! But…” Snape’s eyes flashed, and a vicious grin appeared on his face. “Longbottom almost turned into a boil himself. It will serve him right!”

“Don’t you feel sorry for the boy?” you sniggered.

“Should I?” Snape’s brow sprang in distinctive manner of his.

You got up to your feet and flopped on the sofa beside your colleague.

“You’re a bad person, Professor Snape!” you declared teasingly.

He answered you with a bitter smile and got serious at once. “Yes…” he whispered. “You have no idea how bad actually.” His head landed on the backrest as he closed his eyes. Your cheerful state of mind disappeared at once. You watched him, pondering what a broken soul must be there behind this impassive face. The one who pleads bad, can’t be bad for real.

“Do you want to talk?” you asked quietly.

“No.”

“Okay…” you followed suit and rested your head beside his, keeping a decent distance.

It was late after curfew. Nothing disturbed the silence but ticking of the old pendulum clock standing in the corner. Its smooth copper bob reflected moonlight each time it swung up to the pale spot on the wall as a reminder that the time still went on. Wishing it would stop, you closed your eyes – the moment was way too pacifying to let it go. Being in the same room with this man – no matter how bad he considered himself – was a pleasure. You didn’t even need words – just sitting next to him turned out to be enough.

For a split second Snape alarmed that you might leave, offended by his harsh tone or his unwillingness to talk, and turned his head to make sure you were still there. And you were. He smiled relieved. He couldn’t get why you put up with him. Realizing how cold and detached he behaved most of the time, he didn’t believe someone would tolerate such attitude. But you did. This made him feel even worse – guilt washed over his heart, tormenting his mind. Guilt. Snape learned to live with it through the years. He was painfully sick with himself.

“How long have you been tenuring this position?” your hushed voice broke the silence while your body remained motionless.

“Ten years,” he answered quietly, his glance wandering the curves of your profile.

Head sloped to Snape’s side, your eyes met his.

“Ten years?! And how do you manage to endure all this?” your hand waved a circle around the room, meaning the whole school in general. “It’s already killing me, I swear! You assured me I’d bore myself to death? So when is it going to happen?”

Snape smirked sympathetically. “You’ll get used to it.”

“You were right about me,” you admitted with a sigh.

“Dare to explain?”

“The day when I arrived here. You said teaching wasn’t my vocation. You were right, Professor. You were right at every point concerning me so far…”

Your confession made him speechless for a moment. Suddenly you appeared so weak, so exposed before him. You were tired. He knew, if he let you continue, you might regret it the next day and decided to prevent you from making mistakes.

“Then I won’t be wrong, saying you need some rest,” Snape smiled kindly, his quiet voice caressing your ears.

“I do,” you agreed. “I’m exhausted.”

“I’ll walk you down.” With these words Snape rose to his feet; his tall dark figure approached the side table where you left your notes and picked them up. The man opened the door, holding it for you, and you followed him.

On the way to the dungeons you asked yourself, why a man like him would spend ten years of his life in a place like this? It certainly couldn’t be his choice. But what kept him here? You’ll have enough time to find out.

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Part Nine - Who’s Jesus?

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Yoongi x y/n

After a horrible prank, Slytherin, Min Yoongi, is entered into the Triwizard Tournament. Y/n, feeling responsible, decides it’s her personal mission to make sure he survives the ordeal

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“Where are they?!” Y/n demanded to a guilty looking Kim Namjoon. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?” He responded, shifting slightly in his seat on the Ravenclaw common room couch. Y/n narrowed her eyes at the boy, seeing clearly through his lie. She had searched for Taehyung and Jungkook all throughout the Hogwarts grounds, looking in their regular hang outs and secret spots. She had even searched the hospital wing; thinking maybe they were faking sick to escape her wrath. Jimin had promised her that they weren’t in the Hufflepuff common room, but Namjoon had avoided her text messages. Eventually, y/n had waited outside of the Ravenclaw common room and begged to whoever had come to let her in. 

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.” Y/n retorted. “Where are Taehyung and Jungkook.” Their argument was starting to draw the attention of the other Ravenclaws who looked surprised to see a Gryffindor standing angrily in their tower. Namjoon recognized the searing look in Y/n’s eyes and knew better than to deny her for much longer. 

“Upstairs in Taehyung’s dorm,” He complied, pointing to the large, spiraling staircase leading up into the tower. “I have to go! Don’t kill them completely!” He called after Y/n who had taken off up the stairs. They creaked with the force of her steps. She knew the path to Taehyung’s room well, having visited him here many times before. Y/n passed several doors before finally reaching Taehyung’s. She wasted no time and burst through the door unannounced. 

“What the hell have you done!” She yelled at the two, cowering boys. Taehyung, who had been been stretched out on his bed, bolted upright, his eyes resembling dinner plates. Jungkook leaned against the far wall with his arms crossed over his chest, obviously upset by the screaming Gryffindor in front of him. Both were still wearing their school uniforms from that day with the exception of their black robes. Jungkook had his shirtsleeves pushed up to his elbows and Taehyung’s tie was loose around his neck. 

“We can explain!” Taehyung pleaded, rising from his place on the four-poster bed. He raised his arms as if to grab Y/n. 

“What more is there to say?” Y/n shouted. “You put Yoongi’s name in the Goblet of Fire.” 

“We did it for you.” Jungkook added. He was still leaning back as if he was uninterested in the situation, but he continuously scuffed his shoe against the floor and was clenching and unclenching his fist. Habits, Y/n knew, that revealed his guilt. 

“I would have never asked you to do this, and you know that.” She yelled. “The tournament is dangerous! What if he gets hurt!” Y/n had begun pacing up and down the length of Taehyung’s dorm room and was waving her arms wildly as she spoke. “He could be killed!” Both boys turned their heads down. 

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I didn’t think it through.” Said Taehyung. “I was just angry Yoongi had treated you like that. He’s a dick and I thought he deserved payback.” Y/n turned to glare at the boy. 

“So, you talk about it! Deal with your issues like adults!” She yelled. “You don’t put someone’s life on the line like this just because you don’t like them!” Taehyung pouted, looking almost close to tears. Jungkook pushed away from the wall and stood straight. 

“Relax a little, okay.” He said defensively. “They altered the tournament, so it’s not as dangerous” 

“That doesn’t mean that it’s not dangerous!” Y/n yelled at Jungkook. “Jesus, guys, I can’t believe you did this!” She ran her hand over her face. The guilt she felt was twice as much as either of the boys. Min Yoongi was innocent and he was being subjected to the tasks because of her. 

“I’m sorry, Y/n, I really am” Taehyung pleaded, weakly. “Please, don’t be mad at Jungkook. I talked him into it” 

“Tae, don’t” Jungkook scolded, quietly. They both knew it was true, but there was no point in bringing it up. 

“Please, Y/n, I’m sorry,” Taehyung said, walking closer to the girl. “Can’t you try to see this as a good thing?” Y/n’s rage reignited. 

“A good thing?” She shouted. “This is not a good thing, Taehyung!” He shrugged. 

“Well, maybe the tournament will take him out of potions for the time being.” Taehyung suggested. Over his shoulder, Jungkook nodded enthusiastically. Y/n shook her head and bit her tongue. She clasped her hands together to restrain herself from slapping both boys upside their heads. Jungkook walked forward so that he was shoulder-to-shoulder with Taehyung. Y/n felt small standing in front of them. 

“Please, We’re sorry.” He said. “We won’t ever do anything like this again. Forgive us. Or at least Taehyung.” Jungkook smirked and elbowed Taehyung who looked confused. “The kid can’t function without you” 

“Oh, and you can.” Y/n snapped back, feeling much less menacing now that she was forced to stare up at both boys. 

“I sure as hell wouldn’t be passing History of Magic.” Jungkook joked with a smile. That was really all it took for Y/n’s anger to waver. They did what they did to protect her and she knew that. She may not have been happy with the way they handled things, but Y/n would be lying if she said it didn’t make her heart swell that they had rushed to her side to protect her. She loved them both like family, and their actions only confirmed that they felt the same. 

“I forgive you,” Y/n conceded. Both Jungkook and Taehyung’s face broke into a bright smile. “Just never, ever, ever, ever, ever do anything like this ever again. Promise me!” She commanded. 

“We promise.” Said both boys, simultaneously. 

“Good” Y/n gave a small smile, then turned toward the dormitory door. 

“Where are you going?” Taehyung asked, quickly. Y/n turned back with an annoyed expression. 

“To try and fix this mess” She shut the door loudly behind her, leaving the boys staring after her. 

“Jungkook?” Taehyung asked. 

“Yeah?” 

“Who’s Jesus?” 

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“You’re late.” Namjoon said apathetically. He was leaning against the wall next to the transfiguration classroom door. Where he and another prefect were supposed to begin their rounds ten minutes ago. 

“Sorry,” Jin apologized. He was slightly out of breath and pink in the face. “I was… dealing with something” His hair was pushed up as if he had been running his hand through it. Jin joined him by the classroom and Namjoon stood straight so they could start their rounds together. Namjoon gave the taller boy a sideways glance as they began walking down the dim corridor. He seemed to radiate anger. This, and the fact that he actually apologized for being late instead of giving some snide remark, told Namjoon that something was bothering him. 

“Don’t apologize,” Namjoon said. “I’m sure it was important.” Jin nodded gratefully and they walked further into the dark castle. They passed seven different classrooms and several different portraits in silence when Namjoon eventually spoke. 

“Is everything all right?” He asked. Jin gave him a confused look. Namjoon grimaced, feeling like he had overstepped. In reality, he didn’t even know this man. Just because he had a thing for him doesn’t mean they were friends. “I mean- You don’t have to tell me anything. Forget I asked.” He backtracked. Both men directed their gaze forward and focused on their task. They walked quietly for another minute before Jin stopped. Namjoon turned back, wondering why Jin had stopped so suddenly. Only then did he realize that the other boy was practically fuming. 

“Min Yoongi was chosen as the Hogwarts Champion.” Jin announced, randomly. Namjoon looked at Jin like he was crazy. 

“So, what? You’re upset that you’re not champion?” Namjoon asked. 

“I don’t give a flying rat’s ass if I’m the Hogwarts Champion!” Jin nearly shouted. He walked closer to Namjoon so they stood only a foot apart. “I’m angry he didn’t tell me he was entering.” Jin finished, obviously struggling to maintain his volume. 

“I didn’t realize you were friends.” Namjoon lied. Even in this strange situation, he didn’t want the older boy to know just how much he had noticed him. Jin looked down, obviously upset. 

“We’re more than friends.” He said. “He’s like a brother to me. I gave him every opportunity to tell me he was gonna put his name in the goblet and he didn’t.” Jin raised his head to meet Namjoons eyes. “Maybe I’m being dramatic, but it hurts to know your best friend doesn’t trust you.” Namjoon’s eyes softened and his heart leapt for Jin. 

“You don’t know that he doesn’t trust you,” Namjoon offered. “Did he even say that?” 

“No…” Jin muttered. “But guess what he did say!” He shouted, fully angry again. “That he didn’t put his name in the goblet! He didn’t tell me that he entered the tournament and now he’s lying to me about it.” Hurt masked Jins eyes. “I thought we were closer than that.” Namjoon was at a loss for words. How do you help someone who feels like they’ve been betrayed by their best friend. 

“I’m sorry, Seokjin” Said Namjoon. Jin smiled slightly. 

“You can just call me Jin” He said and Namjoon nodded. Both boys turned and they continued their walk around the castle. They walked in silence again, but now it was comfortable. A companionable silence. “You know, you’re not so bad” Jin said suddenly as they were passing the library. 

“Uh, thanks” Namjoon said, unsure if it was a compliment or an insult. 

“No!” Jin turned, realizing his words were insensitive. “I mean.. I didn’t mean to say that-” Namjoon chuckled at the panicked boy in front of him. Even if Jin had insulted him, Namjoon was spending the most time he had ever spent with Jin right now. And his crush on the boy was only growing. Exponentially, in fact. Namjoon was seeing parts of Jin tonight he knew didn’t come out often. Frazzled and Angry. He felt guilty for enjoying the fact that he was the one there to witness it. 

“No it’s okay,” Namjoon assured, still laughing. “I get that I don’t give off the best first impression” Jin tilted his head slightly. 

“It’s just… I know you’re kinda a stickler for the rules and I’m-” 

“I don’t always follow the rules” Namjoon interrupted, cutting off Jin. Jin stared at the boy in surprise. It was as if Head Boy Kim Namjoon had been entirely replaced with this other, compassionate, rule-breaking man. Namjoon held Jins stare. He meant what he said and he’d say it again. Especially if it made Kim Seokjin gape at him in shock. Jin finally came to his senses and realized his mouth was hanging open like a dead fish. He looked to the stone floor, embarrassed. Namjoon took the hint, clearing his throat and continuing past the great hall. Jin watched as he walked away, interest fully piqued. He smirked and jogged to catch up to the Head Boy. 

“Thanks for letting me rant” Jin mentioned, casually. Namjoon didn’t have to look to know Jin’s usual confident walk and expression were back. 

“Anytime” Said Namjoon. He knew Jin had turned back into his regular, cocky, impossibly-attractive self and tried to prepare himself for the conversation that might follow. Whatever it was, Namjoon didn’t want to lose the little nerve he had managed to hold onto tonight. 

“So, what’s your deal?” Jin asked. There it is, Namjoon thought. 

“What?” Namjoon questioned, sending the boy a look. “Are you dating that Gryffindor, Y/n?” Namjoon nearly choked. 

“Y/n?” He laughed, trying to recover himself. 

“God no! Were just friends.” 

“Oh, ok.” Jin said, apparently unfazed by Namjoon’s response. Namjoon looked at Jin again. 

“I’m, like, super gay.” Namjoon announced, probably louder than necessary. Jin paused. 

“Really?” Jin asked, genuinely. 

“Yeah” The slow footsteps of both men could be heard echoing off the walls. 

“So, do you have a boyfriend?” Jin asked, just as casually. Namjoon truly believed his soul had left his body. 

“Despite my best efforts, no.” Namjoon tried to answer with a bit of humor. Merlin, calm down. He thought to himself. What happened to not losing your nerve? 

“Oh” Jin said, continuing their walk. He said no more and didn’t ask anymore questions. The pair walked in the quiet once again. Speaking only occasionally to ask about classes or previous Prefect activity. They patrolled the second floor down to the dungeons, seeing nothing out of the ordinary. Namjoon had finally managed to regain a level head once the pair were passing by the Great Hall at the end of their rounds. Instead of taking the stairs like Namjoon expected, Jin stopped suddenly. Namjoon turned back, thinking Jin had spotted a student out of bed. He quickly realized that there was no student and that Jin was standing in front of Hogwarts notorious broom closet. 

“Feel like breaking the rules?”

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“I thought I texted you.” Yoongi said, as Y/n arrived at the top of the astronomy tower. “I can’t study tonight.” He was seated on the edge on the stone wall looking over the Hogwarts grounds, legs turned outward. With one solid gust of wind, Yoongi could be pushed over the edge and fall several floors. It made Y/n nervous. Out of breath from her climb up the astronomy tower, Y/n panted slightly. 

“You didn’t, but I figured as much.” She answered. Who would want to work on a potions assignment after finding out you’re the Hogwarts Champion. Yoongi turned away from the grounds to look at Y/n. 

“Okay, so, go away.” He demanded. He glared slightly and looked over again at the Forbidden Forest. Y/n seemed unfazed by his caulous attitude. She casually joined him by the wall, leaning against it. 

“I want to talk to you” said Y/n. Yoongi continued to ignore her gaze. 

“I’m kind of busy right now.” He responded sarcastically. Y/n rolled her eyes. 

“You’re literally doing nothing” She complained. Yoongi turned to look at her, glaring. 

“Seriously, Y/n. I made it clear we’re not friends.” He leaned slightly closer. “Leave.” Yoongi finished harshly. Once again, Y/n seemed unbothered by his attempts to get rid of her. 

“No, you’re gonna listen to me.” She commanded. He raised an eyebrow at the girl. “You have no idea what you’re doing in this tournament.” 

“Gee, thanks.” He said, again with sarcasm. She was stating the obvious, but it was a truth that didn’t need to be spoken. 

“Let me help you.” Said Y/n. 

“What?” Yoongi scoffed. He leaned away from the girl and swung his body around the wall. He jumped down a foot to stand next to Y/n. 

“I want to help you prepare for the tasks, so at least you won’t be hurt.” She said, looking up at his determinedly. “You’re not gonna win, but if I help you, you can at least survive.” Now, Yoongi rolled his eyes. 

“Gee, thanks.” He said, again. “Why would I want your help?” He made a valid point. What was special about Y/n that made her help worthwhile? Nothing in particular. She was ordinary, a straight B student, and kind of a bookworm, but none of these traits made her help seem tempting. But, to her advantage, while she was flying around the castle in a rage searching for Taehyung and Jungkook, Y/n had discovered that there was another Gryffindor also making his way through the castle angrily. 

“Because I’m gonna take a shot in the dark and say no one else is offering.” Y/n grimaced, wondering if she had hit a nerve. 

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Yoongi muttered. It’s amazing how quickly someone can go from looking threatening to in anguish. 

“So, your friends aren’t pissed that you entered the tournament?” Said Y/n, trying not to let her voice waver. She may have been acting confident this entire time, but she was anything but. Min Yoongi scared the living daylights out of her. But, she had to help him. It was her fault he was in this situation in the first place. Yoongi has yet to speak after her last comment. “I’m right and you know it. Let me help you face the tournament.” Y/n drove her point home. 

“I can do this on my own.” Yoongi said defiantly. He began walking towards the staircase Y/n had just come up. 

“What do you lose by accepting my help!” Y/n shouted, stopping the boy in his tracks. “Yoongi come on.. Please, I just want to help you.” Yoongi turned back to look at her. Outlined by the night sky she was little more than a silhouette. 

“Why do you want to help me?” Yoongi asked genuinely. For just a moment, he seemed to drop the tough guy act. 

“Call it pity.” Y/n joked. Yoongi scowled. 

“Fuck off.” He said turning and starting for the stairs again. 

“I’m joking! Come on. I know you’re not the worst person ever!” Y/n laughed slightly at the boys angry face when he turned around once again. She turned serious as she gave one last attempt at convincing him. “You don’t deserve to go through the tournament alone… Please, Yoongi. Let me help.” Yoongi stared at her for a second, taking her in. 

“Okay.” 

“Okay?” Y/n asked. 

“Okay, you can help me.”

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Zoo, part 2

Sooooo this piece has nothing to do with a zoo, but it’s from Mayans take the Zoo, and I didn’t know how else to identify it. Picks up where we left off. Daddy figure Angel at the zoo. @northerncountryprincess said she didn’t know she needed father figure Angel and I didn’t either. BUT I went the zoo today and it came to me. 😍 and now I’m obsessed. This will set up Angel’s relationship with the reader, but more daddy Angel to come.

Warning: Angel cuteness, language, my personal favorite: Angel SMUT

@carlaangel86 @cind-in-real-life @northerncountryprincess

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Angel was at the yard lost in conversation with Gilly when you pulled into the lot. Gilly looked up and tapped his arm then nodded in your direction. The guys erupt in whistles as he stood up and walked to your car.

“Thought you were off today?” He asked as you stepped out of the car. “I am. Just wanted to come say hi and see if you wanted to get lunch? I just dropped Emma off with her dad-it’s his weekend.” He reaches over and pulls you into him by your waist. “I’m sorry, I wish I could. I told Coco I’d help finish some shit here. But we were gonna step out later, if you want I can come pick you up? Get you outta that house.”

You chuckle “yeah alright, pick me up.... around 8?”

“Alright I got you.”

You lean in and hug him, but before pulling away, he whispers into your ear, “where something nice for me.” He kisses your cheek and you get in your car and drive off.

“What’s going on with with that hermano? You guys make it official?” Coco asks.

“Yeah right they haven’t even kissed!” Gilly spoke up.

“Nah man, I don’t know, it’s weird. She’s got a kid. I’m being respectful. I’m glad my love life is such a joke, assholes. Oh- I told her to come out with us tonight, the kids with her dad.” Angel gets up and walks over into the clubhouse. Coco looks at Gilly and EZ, “this shit is gonna happen. I have an idea.”

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You get dressed, changing your outfit a million times before finally settling on a black dress, a cutout at your chest. “This will have to do I guess.” You think to yourself. A quick splash of perfume, and you hear a knock at the door. You look through the peephole and see Angel on the other end.

You open the door and greet him with a smile “hey.”

His eyebrows raise and he swallows hard “hi.”

“I just need to grab my phone and we can head out.” You say. You turn to grab your phone and he watches your every movement, he can feel his heart picking up pace and his pants growing tighter as he notices he’s now hard. “Angel you don’t have to stand outside you can come in.” He tries to remain casual and shakes his head and quietly says “trust me it’s better I stay on this side.” You head back out and lock your door and head down your steps into his car.

Before driving off he looks at you up and down as you sat in your seat next to him. “You know, don’t take this the wrong way, but god damn you look incredible.” “You don’t look to bad yourself” you reply back, not missing a beat.

You arrive at the bar and see Coco, EZ, and Gilly at a table. “Holy shit” Gilly lets out when he sees you. “I didn’t think she owned anything that didn’t look like mom clothes.”

“Hey guys.” You smiled at the 3 of them, who were awkward as hell when you approached.

“Ima get some shots, be back” coco gets up out of his seat.

A few drinks later, you find yourself dancing with Angel. Your hips pressed to his as you grind into him with the beat of the song. His hands come up to rest on your hips and the level of restraint it’s taking him to not take you into the bathroom, lift your dress up and fuck you here is unbearable.

Coco makes his way over, “my bad but Bish just texted. Needs me and Gilly, and Ima take Boy Scout here too.”

“He didn’t text me?” Angel questions .

“Guess he didn’t need you then”.

Just then coco and Gilly turn to leave and Angel makes eye contact with EZ. EZ looks at Angel, wide eyed and notions to you. Angel chuckles to himself as he realizes this was part of their plan all along. Bishop didn’t need them but he needed to spend time with you and they knew that.

“Guess it’s just us?” You said.

You spent the rest of the night drinking, laughing, and talking. As the night wound down you and Angel sat finishing your drinks.

“So, why are you here?” Angel looks up at you as he goes to take a drink. You furrowed your brows in confusion. “Um because you invited me?”

“I mean why are you here? In Santo Padre. How did you end up here? You’re too good for all this. For me. This life.”

“You don’t know that. I like you, Angel. Shouldn’t that be all that matters?”

“Yeah but I ain’t your type.”

“How do you know what my type is?”

“I can tell. I’m not it”

“Okay, you’re right. Youre not my type. You’re arrogant and cocky, rude, annoying, and you have a temper,” he looks at you and nods his head.

“But you’re smart and funny, you make me laugh, youre amazing with Emma, you’re dangerous and incredibly sexy, your laugh makes my heart skip a beat, your smile makes my stomach do back flips, the way you call me “mi dulce” gives me butterflies and I look forward to seeing you everyday.” He looks at you and smiles, taking one last sip of his drink. “Come on, lets take you home.”

You get to your front door and you put the key in and turn the knob. You linger for a minute before breaking the silence, “thanks Angel. I had fun.” You look up at him, noticing his gaze has now shifted to your lips. You lick your own lips and he steps closer to you. “You’re amazing, mi dulce.” He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and leans in to kiss you. You meet his kiss, and he steps back. “I like you too Y/N. Goodnight.” He turns to walk back down your steps.

“Angel?” He stops and looks at you. “Do you wanna.. come in?” He turns Back and walks towards you. “More than you know”.

You open the door and he steps inside. Taking in the sight of your living room, Emma’s toys and things laid out on the floor. “Sorry, I didn’t have a chance to put this all away.” You start to grab her things when you feel Angels hand on yours. He pulls you into him, taking your face in his hands and kisses you again. This time the kiss is rough and your hands come up to rest on his forearms. You walk him backwards to the couch. His legs hit the edge of the couch and he sits down, bringing you with him.

You straddle his lap, your hands on his cheeks as you kiss him and his hands coming up to grip your waist, he breaks the kiss to start kissing on the exposed part of your chest where your dress doesn’t cover, your hands tangle in his hair, his hands now roaming under your dress gripping your ass. You let out a soft moan and in one swift movement he flips you into your back, so that’s hovering over you. Your chest is rising and falling quickly, and he kisses your lips again, slipping his tongue into your mouth his hands still on your ass. “I’ve been thinking about getting you out of this dress all fuckin night.” He lowers his head and kisses the skin on your chest again only this time he’s sucking his mark into every crevice of available skin.

You let out a moan and he finds his way to your panties and pulls them down your legs. He lowers himself so that his face is where you want it most. He looks up at you and lifts your dress, exposing yourself to him. He leaves a trail of slow and gentle kisses up your thighs and your breathing is heavy , anticipating his next move. He looks at you as he slowly brings finger and runs it over your pussy, and you let out the breath you had drawn in. “You’re fuckin perfect princesa...” his mouth crashes onto you, hungrily kissing, licking, sucking at your clit, then slides a finger into you and pumps it in and out of you.

“Oh my god.... yes....” you buck your hips into his thrusts, bringing your pussy closer to him and he grips your hips hard, and you know you’re going to have bruises later. He slides a 2nd finger into you and you let out a louder moan, a warmth pooling in your stomach. Your skin felt like it was on fire, his lips on your skin causing waves of ecstasy to rip through you. “Angel.... yes.... yes.... fuck.....”

“Let go mi dulce... cum..” he picks up the pace with his fingers, flicking his tongue faster across your clit.

Your back arches off the couch and stars cloud your vision as the first orgasm rips through you, your hands pull on his hair and you moan his name “Angellll.....”. He slows his sucking as you come down from your high. Getting up he wipes his beard of your juices and stands you up, your knees weak, and he remove your dress.

“Why am I the only one naked here?” You playfully ask. “If you wanted me naked all you had to was ask baby.” You start undoing the buttons of his flannel and he reaches around and unclasps your bra, letting the fabric fall to the floor. You undo the last button of his shirt then pull it down to the floor, working on his belt buckle and jeans next. He lifts you up and puts you against the wall, taking a nipple in his mouth. You let out another moan, as he bites on the skin between his teeth, his free hand working the other breast.

“I need you Y/N, now.”

“Then take me.”

He aligns himself with your entrance and quickly enters you. “Fuck...” you breath out. He lets out a low growl and begins thrusting into you, each thrust sending you slamming into the wall, almost knocking the breath out of you.

“You feel so good...your pussy is so fuckin wet ..” Angel grits between his teeth.

His thrusts become deeper and he hits that spot that sent you into oblivion just moments before and you let a loud moan leave your lips “yeah like that, please don’t stop Angel... that feels so good.”

“Yeah you like that? You like the way I’m fuckin you baby? Tell me”

“Yea... you fuck me so good... keep going... please keep going ... I’m so close ..”

He sucks into the skin on your neck and you dig your nails into his back. You can’t hold on any longer and you’re practically whimpering words that don’t even make sense and he comes up to kiss you again. You begin to feel your walls clench and he moans into your mouth... “do that again baby... squeeze my dick again..” his thrusts are now erratic, fast, powerful.

“Angel... Angel......yeah...I’m gonna cum ...” you both find your release at the same time, a deep and drawn out growl leaving his throat.. “FUCK!” He burries his face into your chest, beads of sweat across his head as he stills himself inside of you.

Slowly putting you down, he places a kiss to your forehead. Then rests his own forehead on yours. “You’re so beautiful..” as he tries to catch his breath. You bend down and start grabbing your clothes off the floor and head to the bathroom clean yourself up. He follows you in and hands you his flannel.

“What’s this for?” You ask.

“Put it on, you’re my girl. I wanna see you in my favorite shirt.” He leans over and plants a kiss on your shoulder.

“Your girl huh?” You smiled and turn so you’re facing him. He puts his hands on your waist and kisses your cheek, then the corner of your mouth, then your lips.

“Yeah. You’re perfect. And that? That was fuckin... wow. And everyday, all day, I find myself thinking about you. You just do something to me. I care about you. I care about Emma. I don’t wanna pass this up.”

“Angel- I cant tell you how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that.”

You kiss his lips and he pulls you into him, and that was just the first of many nights to come.

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